#maybe one day I’ll come back and revisit it!

[my-darling-boy]

Been swamped with other course work but I finally cleaned up that rough animatic for my final exhibition!

We Have Always Been Here is based on the heartfelt love letter of American WWII veteran Brian Keith, this poignant moving storyboard imaginatively brings to life his relationship with a comrade known only as “Dave”. The animatic sheds light on the relevance and impact of forgotten LGBTQ+ history during this current wave of political hostility.

Watch my full short film on Vimeo!

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE x Male Reader - "One Of The Girls"

The final one-shot of my TWICE smut anthology book is here. I think this might disappoint for some readers here because yall might be expecting it to be long, but I made it as simpler and unique as I can be because I don’t think I’ll be able to write a Part 2 of this anymore due to my lack of interest of writing smuts. Thank you once again for atleast giving a try on reading my smut one-shots even though I’m not really expert at writing mature stuffs. Still, I hope this might come into your liking. WARNING: contains smut, R+18, mature and sexual content TAGS: fuckfest, friends with benefits, eighteensome (with a bit of threesome and foursome), harem, pairing, messy sex, anal, rough sex, blowjob, lots of sex positions, futuristic, clones, advanced technology etc. WORD COUNT: 5,500

You are currently hosting your own celebratory party with your only circle of friends in college. There’s a total of 10 people present around your house, which is the preferred location that was voted for by the majority since yours is the most spacious among them. Around your living room are Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, and you as the only guy in your squad.

Table occupied with bunches of snacks and empty cans of beer, some of the girls are nearing passing out from their drunken state, except the others, like Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo, who have a high alcohol tolerance, went on to continue chatting with you since they wanted to cherish this moment being complete together.

It’s been months since you’ve last seen them after getting graduated from college. Each went on to grab the degree of the profession they have chosen, and that brought them to achieve their dream job that effectively supports them even more in their personal life.

You were the one who initiated to invite all of them when few days ago, you unexpectedly encountered Jihyo in the grocery store and sulked about when will be there a time where all 10 of you will go hangout together again just like good old times. Since Jihyo is the one that all of you have been calling the “mother” of the group, you took note of her suggestion.

As you went home, chat app open, revisit your group chat with them, and send the invitation, which led you all in this predicament.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jihyo said as she looked at your window, waterdrops scattering as it disperses down through its surface. 

“We should’ve went home already after they passed out.” Jeongyeon said as she emptied her can of beer and peek at Momo and Chaeyoung sleeping both on her sides.

“Yeah, we got caught now by the rain outside. Nice.” Nayeon slumped her back on the couch. “Ahhh I hate it when I go home wet.” 

“Should we wake everyone up?” Jeongyeon asked.

Jihyo shook her head. “Maybe not yet, I don’t want to disturb their sleep just to get haggard going outside.” She said while stroking the wavy hair of sleeping Mina on her right.

“I think it’s much better if you guys should stay here.” You suggested. “You guys still have work, I don’t want to risk you all getting sick and take an absence.”

“Are you sure about it, YN?” Jeongyeon asked, lifting her brows in surprise. “Are we not gonna be a hindrance here around your house, I mean… we did put a mess already here but-”

“Nah, I’m positive. And I knew where you’re going at your words, Jeong. I’ll help you clean the place up tomorrow.” You smiled at her.

“Nice. Thanks for this, YN!” Jeongyeon high fives with you.

“Well that’s even better. I’m starting to like your place too anyway.” Jihyo joked as she looked around the interior of the house. “I mean, what do expect from our architect, am I right.” She smirked as you chuckled at her teasing.

“Aww, as expected, such a caring and thoughtful deed from our daddy~” Nayeon quickly cuddled your arm, much to your shock. You froze at your place, and Jeongyeon and Jihyo stopped laughing as their smile fades away with their eyes slowly stared towards the already drunk bunny that they thought was still with them.

“Uhm…” 

“Did we heard it right?”

“N-Nayeon, what did you just call YN here?”

“My daddy YN~” Nayeon said as she rubs her face in your biceps. “He’s the only man in our group and he takes care of us, does that make her our daddy?” She raised her head and smiled at you with her and shiny teeth.

“How did you… just end up randomly calling him like that?” Jeongyeon stiffles her laugh while perturbedly questioning Nayeon’s weird behavior.

“I mean, she has a point though, you are the patriarch, the one who formed our group anyway. You found us, YN.” Jihyo shrugged her shoulders. “But cmon, unnie. There’s no need to call him like that.”

“I don’t care. I love to call him that always, besides…” Nayeon’s stare went strangely different, eyeing you with an unspeakable aura clouding through her pupils. Her hand planted on your chest and rubbed it gently, smelling your scent from your shirt. “Daddy’s has been looking such a very hottie these days compared back then, that’s why he’s just simply deserves to be called with it. Besides, you love to hear that too from one of your girls, right~?”

“N-Nayeon…” 

Her movements are like a choke hold on you, making it difficult for you to talk normally. You are stammering when you speak. Gazing at Jeongyeon and Jihyo, you saw that they were merely observing Nayeon as she moved her hands around you. Their gaze shifted to you, and all of a sudden, even theirs felt a little awkward.

To your astonishment, Nayeon gently caressed your face and turned it toward her, planting a soft kiss on your lips. When you felt Nayeon's lips start to move more around your mouth and extend an invitation for a passionate duel, your eyes opened and your body gradually melted.

Hearing some gulps from nearby, it was coming from Jeongyeon and Jihyo drinking more beer that was left from the table. Their breaths became heavy as they continued to observe Nayeon doing these things to you.

You never crossed your mind that Nayeon would do this to you someday, just like right now, but it is undoubtedly true that she is deadly gorgeous, and to share this kind of intimacy with someone like her, consider yourself to be the luckiest guy in the world.

Speaking of being lucky, it looks like you’re about to experience another once-in-a lifetime moment and something that will forever change your relationship with the girls when you hear Jeongyeon moan as Jihyo starts to grope her breast. 

Your hand rest on Nayeon’s hand and continued to mash your lips against her, syncing her movements along to make your kiss even more sultry. As you remove first from her face, you stared at her and looked at Jeongyeon who is now also massaging her other breast to join Jihyo playing on her body.

“Are you girls sure wanna do this?”

“I’d like to give it a try. We haven’t done this before, and it pretty much looks very interesting, especially looking at our r Jeongie here enjoying my touch here like never before.” Jihyo smirks.

“How about you, Jeong?”

“Quit asking, let’s stay here for the night and have more fun.” Jeongyeon said, huffing one more time before she tilts her head and captures Jihyo’s face for a kiss of her own too.

“I knew they will follow us.” Nayeon said as she satisfyingly watched her friends going out at each other. “I pretty much knew how their hormones can get intense, and now that you are our only man around here, will you like to accompany us to it?”

“Oh whenever you want, Nayeon.”

You pulled the hem of Nayeon’s shirt upward, revealing her baby blue silk bra that perfectly hugs her average-sized boobs. You gnawed at the crook of her neck; she gasped at how ticklish and warm your breath hit her sensitive spot. While doing so, your hand squeezed along the soft skin of her arms, feeling its smoothness.

Locating the lock on her bra from her back, you unhooked it and removed the garment from her. Setting yourself apart from Nayeon, you have found the first glimpse of Nayeon’s bare top, her breasts proudly presented to you and ready to be devoured.

You placed your palms on top of her tits, squishing them as Nayeon invited you again for another kiss. Jeongyeon and Jihyo are still colliding in each other's bodies. As you checked on them, you have found that Jeongyeon is now stripping off Jihyo’s skirt as she also gets rid of her shirt, exposing her black bra that traces the width of her wide, flawless back.

Lifting Nayeon off the couch and leaving Dahyun and Tzuyu on your spot, you gently placed Nayeon on your carpet. Now being on top of her, you undid her jeans and saw her matching pants tucked securely on her rosy petals. Running your hands through her legs, you found her waistband, taking them off and giving her pants a lustful inhale before looking at the now fully naked Nayeon laying for you.

You kissed her again, with one hand caressing her cheek and another returning to nuzzle with her left breast. You heard a loud whimper coming from Jihyo, who is now being eaten by Jeongyeon as her head is between her legs, sitting on the carpet in front of her.

With your clothes and jogging pants now gone too, all 3 women went on to watch you loosen your boxers, and there they had to see your erected cock for the first time, increasing their sexual desires that had them craving the taste of your meat.

Jihyo’s moans went constantly seductive the more she stares at your cock while her pussy is getting pleasured by Jeongyeon who is now fingering her own pussy also. Nayeon who is even more aroused, gripped your cock to give it a pump, eliciting a gasp on your mouth.

“My god, YN. After all these years, I couldn’t believe we were almost impossible to release this beast begging to be let out and gain some attention. We could’ve helped you with it after all these years.” Nayeon said as she watched her huge hands exquisitely covering the length of your cock.

“You girls never asked though. Well now, you girls can have it anytime you want. Atleast unlike before, every single one of you has a chance to take this all for yourselves.” You said confidently.

“And I will enjoy every single bit of it.” Nayeon bit her lip before she gave you a trusting nod, signaling you to enter her virgin cavern. She flinched and rolled her eyes back as she felt every inch of you entering her pussycat.

Now buried deep inside of her, you subtly fucked Nayeon into a missionary position. Your arms rested on each side of Nayeon’s head to give you stability. She was holding onto it at first until she decided to support you in continuing to fuck her harder by roving her hands around your toned torso and back and licking your nipples.

Meanwhile, Jihyo has just finished squirting on Jeongyeon’s face, licking off the juices that she caught before scooping some and letting Jihyo have a taste of it, sucking Jeongyeon’s fingers lewdly. After that, they changed positions, wherein Jihyo is now paying attention to Jeongyeon’s fat pussy while groping her heaving tits.

Back to your state, your pace went faster, creating loud claps of your crotch and her ass contacting with each pound. Nayeon’s moan and frantic noises go fast as she watches you pour your efforts into dominating her. 

"Ughhh, yesss, keep it like that, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck your one and only bunnyhop with your gigantic carrot.”

Your groans intensified until you felt a sudden surge of tightness in your stomach. Unleashing the last remaining forces you need to snatch that climax, you finally pushed into her very deep, and Nayeon felt some gooey substance flowing inside her walls.

As you remove yourself from her, you observe Nayeon breathing erratically with her pussy overflowing with your cum. You wiped the cream off your cock through her thigh before moving on to Jihyo and Jeongyeon who are still having their own fun together.

But just as you were about to reach them, you were prevented by a grip from someone on your back, holding your wrist, stopping you in your tracks that made you to only watch Jeongyeon squirt into Jihyo. You rotated your body and found Tzuyu looking up at you mischievously. 

Additionally, you discovered Dahyun slowly opening her eyes as Chaeyoung, Momo, Sana, and Mina all find themselves staring at your cock with fascination as they watch the embarrassed pair perform an amorous act.

“Do you guys really think we would let ourselves be left alone?” Sana said as her action encouraged the rest of the girls to strip off their clothes, presenting their bodies only in their ravishing set of bra and panties with different colors, tempting you to get hornier at the sight of their sexy bodies all prepared to be claimed by yours.

They formed a devious smirk and lick from their lips as they saw your hardened cock twitch. “Aww looks like our YN here is liking what he’s seeing right now.” Momo said as she knelt beside you and stared at your thick shaft all fired up to invade their pussies one by one…

… but you have thought of an idea to make things faster, easier…and unique.

“Wait, girls. Alright, I know all of you want to join but… I can’t do this for now with just only me taking you all each turn.” You said to them.

“So… lemme grab something from my room  real quick and come back here to show it.” You ran away from them and dug through your items until you have found what you are looking for.

Returning to the living room, you even adore the view more as you noticed that all of them are now naked, presenting you the contrast of their sizes and shape of their wonders but that doesn’t matter to you. You knew that all of them has one similarity and that is they all look breathtaking and fuckable tonight.

“What’s that, YN?” Chaeyoung asked as she looks at your hand holding a circular device.

“It’s a cloning device made by my brother who is an expert in robotics. He gave me this as a gift because I once shared to him that I feel bad sometimes that Alpha, my pet dog… I always left him here in the house alone.” You said as you looked around at its design, juggling it in your hands. 

“So he gave me this as a solution. Well basically as like what I’ve said… it’s a cloning device, which means I can create an artificial clone version of myself. He instructed me to use it as my replacement whenever I left the house for work, so that Alpha can still have me… but the other and fake “me” to still be his guardian. I can even use it to do some other errands while I’m away.”

They all are impressed at its purpose and quality. “Can I ask, YN? Is the clone you produce can touch something? I’m thinking that it may just be a hologram, so what if you have to feed your dog or bathe him while you’re out?”

“Oh, don’t worry. My clones can have a contact with anything around here. I’m not that much of an expert that’s why I can’t explain why but my brother probably inputted some system in this advance technology that doesn’t only shape my clones into a complete holographic-illusion type of figure.”

“A question also, uhm… does it only have a limited time to use?” asked Mina.

“Yup, it can only be set for a day if I’m only using it for one clone… but for multiple…”

“Wait, so you can also switch it to any number of clones of your choosing?”

“Yeah, but it’s only up to ten. So probably I can use it for like an hour and half or something since like I said, the more I activate a clone, the shorter the time I can only use it.” You said, until your lips form a sly smirk as you gave them a glance. “Which is why I want to use this for tonight…”

They all looked at each other until Jeongyeon understood what you are talking about, her cheeks blushed and eyes largened at the idea you have in your mind. “Oh this night just got even more chaotic.”

“... and make eight clones of myself so that instead of having you girls by turn, I can have all of you AT THE SAME TIME. Sounds good?” 

“Actually, that is brilliant. Atleast, we don’t have to wait for YN and… we can have him as our partner by pair.” Tzuyu applauded your idea.

“Wait, is it gonna work like… this is the first time you’re gonna use it on having sex, do you think it’s gonna function the same thing as what a real human like you can do?” Dahyun asked. “Like… can it even cum as you?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” You shrugged. Pressing the button of the device, you laid it on the floor and stood straight in front of it. The device scanned you from head to toe and set the number of clones to 8. It beeped repeatedly until to all of your amazement, you witnessed the device spawn a naked clone of you one by one until it reaches the necessary number.

The clones all look at you as if they are asking for your command. You felt something strange in your head, as if there’s a bunch of signals awaiting for your memory core to generate a thought that will be transported into the other end.

“Let’s continue where we left off.” You tried to use the ability you have just unveiled. You looked at your clones and then at the girls except Jeongyeon, and developed a thought in your head that commands them to have sex with the girls of their choosing.

All of your clones went on to approach the girls they have chosen. Since you don’t have any names to call them, you labeled them rather as your clone number based from the age order of the girls in which they partnered theirselves together. 

“Hi Jeong, looks like its you and I now.” You said to Jeongyeon who was left standing alone as the girls are now intimately engaging with your clones.

“Oh, so that’s why I was wondering why I didn’t get picked.” She scratched the back of her head, feeling embarassed at her dumbness. “Well, I like it much better that I get to have the real package right here.” 

She reached for your limp cock and gave it a few introductory pumps with her reversed hand. You kissed her while squeezing her ass from behind. Teasing her asshole, you inserted your index finger in it and fucked her slowly.

Her gasp enabled you to invade her mouth and swirl your tongue around inside. After licking her taste buds, you let Jeongyeon kneel before you and worship your cock in her own initiation.

As you looked around you, you were astounded that the girls also copied Jeongyeon; they knelt under your clones and checked if they could have contact with their artificial cock. Momo woah-ed aloud as she, along with the girls, confirmed that they can even touch their dicks too.

Jeongyeon chuckled and shook her head as she saw her friends enjoying your clones’ cocks for themselves. She slapped your abs to lure your attention back to her, and there she eyed you lustfully as she wiggled your now reawakened cock on her fist, slapping it on her cheeks before licking the underside of your shaft.

She ran her tongue through your length and traced the veins of your cock before slurping your mushroom head. She lifted your cock away to gain access at your hanging balls, not wanting them to be left out. She coated them with her saliva as she massaged the other one with care.

Back at your cock, she then proceeded to suck and gave you another blowjob of greatness that you will ever be thankful for your life. You patted Jeongyeon’s head as she dugs her face deep until she reaches your abdomen, giving you a deepthroat that is even par from her limit, but she still did her best to make you feel good as possible. “So big and thick… hope you don’t mind that I will always beg for this from now on, YN”, she said as she jerked it while grinning devilishly at you. “Good, because I don’t even know if I’ll get enough of your body too, Jeong.” You said as you grab a bundle of her hair and use it as your handle while she blows you hard once more. “Yes, continue to move that little mouth of yours. Show me how much you love my cock.”

The girls were now giving your clones their own style and direction of blowjob in which also lets out the satisfied feeling from them. Getting more aroused at the work Jeongyeon has been doing at your meat, you humped your hips and facefucked Jeongyeon until you blew your load, filling her mouth with your warm cum before you slip away.

Jeongyeon swallowed it all like a good girl and wiped off the remnants around her lips. After she presented her empty and clean tongue without any signs of your seed, you also found out that the girls each had the surprise on their face when they also felt some cum poured through their mouth and staining their face.

“Wait, so they can also feel what you feel?” Jeongyeon commented the same thing as you have discovered.

“Same as what I’m thinking.” 

“Heh, you’re the best, YN.” Jeongyeon shook her head and kissed you on the cheek before she pulled your arm to set yourselves up for a sex position. You also mentally commanded your clones to fuck the girls in any position they want.

She went close to Jihyo who is now being fucked by your clone in a sitting faceoff at the side of the couch. Jeongyeon spreaded her leg for you and invited you to come closer, standing between her and stick your cock at her pussy, which was very tight that sent chills in your skin. You savored banging Jeongyeon very deep that had her moaning uncontrollably at your massive length poking her womb.

Being too noisy, Jihyo teased her bestfriend by voluntarily stretching her body aside so that she can pull Jeongyeon’s head and forcefully have her suck her right tits with your clone who is playing on her left one. Jeongyeon continued to hum around Jihyo’s nipple as you went back and forth faster through her pussy.

You peppered kisses through Jeongyeon’s thick thighs and some sneaky squeezes on her butt until you felt your climax about to greet you again. Rapidly drilling her walls, you sent Jeongyeon into her world of ecstasy by filling her insides with your cum which led also to your clone to fire stream of its own load to Jihyo including the rest of the girls.

While you were busy with indulging Jeongyeon, Momo was being fucked by your second clone in a cowgirl, taking one of your couches all by themselves.

Sana and your third cousin are doing 69 beside the table. Her face has been painted white after she pointed the tip into her to empty the remaining area for some facials. Your clone also received the same treatment; his face got flooded with Sana’s love juices.

Mina is being ravaged by your fifth clone in a doggy-style way at the kitchen counter, her ass being roughly pounded with a thick cock while her pussycat is being sucked by Nayeon, who is being taken by her own clone of yours on the floor.

Dahyun is on the edge of the couch, getting piledrivered by your sixth clone as her body is positioned upside down, her feet being used as a handle while the back of your clone leans at the end of the couch for additional support.

Chaeyoung is on the front of the TV with her clone of yours, watching her reflection on the screen as she gets manhandled from behind, her body submitting from the full nelson demolition that is being applied on her own session of sensation.

Tzuyu is doing the same thing as Chaeyoung, but it's not her reflection she’s watching. She’s viewing the rainy atmosphere outside the streets of Seoul just to distract herself from getting penetrated by your clone in a one-legged standing. Her body is paralled with his body, and she kisses him to let your clone know that he’s doing a good job, filling her up to the brim.

As they all received your warm present oozing underneath between their legs, they decided with you to go on for one last round before wrapping up this party that became a sex-filled, erotic occasion.

You went on to find Jihyo, who has now abandoned by your clone on the couch, after you mentally commanded him to go after Jeongyeon next. Jihyo looked up at you and gave you a soft smile, to which you also returned the gesture.

To ride off her exhaustion, you sat beside her and took her tits all by yourself. You were definitely pretending to yourself if you were denying that Jihyo’s enormous mommy milkers aren’t distracting you whenever they look very evident and alluring at her clothes that felt too tight or revealing. 

It’s not because you are simply a pervert; being quite an introvert, you just don’t know exactly what to do to completely avoid it.

Now that you have her nice pair of bosoms resting neatly below her chest, it would be disrespectful of you to just continue ignoring such a pretty and sexy lady like her, especially if you are now free to have her for your own satisfaction as much as she has for you.

Without any further ado, you feasted a lot with her tits, kneading each of their softness and weighing them on your palm before you dipped your salivating mouth into her caramelized nipples and areolas.

Jihyo is just there, whimpering and sighing heavily at your mouth, marking her precious assets. She combs your hair like a good baby boy sucking off her mommy’s milk.

As you removed your face from her breasts, you stood in front of her and went on with another idea you had in store for her.

Presenting your engorged cock once again, you used her breasts to place it between them and sandwich it around your shaft before allowing you to titfuck Jihyo.

Jihyo lowered her head and spit on your cock as she attempted to catch your head with her tongue, giving it a few licks while you went forward. You didn’t go on for too long on going after her breasts because it's not only that who has to be recognized on. Her entire body should be praised for a goddess like her.

Now contented with the feeling of your cock passing through the deep valley of her cleavage, you pulled Jihyo with you and replaced her on the couch. You instructed her to climb on your lap, in which she sat down, gripping your cock and tucking it to her pussy.

“Ahh! Fuck me, augh yes just like what I imagined when I first had a look at your cock.” Jihyo said as she slightly twerked her plump ass.

You catched her waist and suddenly slammed her down as you made her furiously bouncing on your lap. “Shit, fuck you like that huh? You like getting hammered by my big cock don’t you, Jihyo?”

“Yes yes! YN go faster please!”

“Scream for me! Let everyone in this room know that no one can match my cock for your tight pussy!” You slapped Jihyo in the face and spanked her ass as you roared at her.

“G-GIRLS! O-OH GOD… OH MY GOD UGH YESSSSS!! FUCK, H-HE’S THE BEST AT THIS… I WON’T FIND ANYONE THAN YOU, YN! I JUST WANT YOUR COCK, NOT EVERYONE ELSES”  You pushed her closer to you and mashed your face at her tits as you rammed her like a madman.

You are fucking Jihyo so intensely that your groans of pleasure isn’t enough yet to let Jihyo know that she and the rest of the girls will get to experience whatever limits of sex they can reach just so they can feel like they’re locked up in heaven.

Sliding her ass out more, Jihyo became confused on why did you paused after the horrific speed you just gave on her. Her answer came shortly as she felt another cock getting inserted in her another hole.

Jihyo screamed in both pain and pleasure as she is now getting double penetrated by you and your clone. While you continued to suck her bouncing tits, Jihyo looks around to check what the other girls are also receiving at the moment.

On her front view, there’s Nayeon and her clone having tabletop sex at the kitchen counter. Sana is giggling and and moaning at the same time with her shaky voice as she is bouncing up and down beneath your clone’s cock at the stairs in a reverse cowgirl. Mina is having her pussy being eaten by Dahyun whose front frame and breasts are pressed on the floor while her ass is being fucked in a flatiron position.

On her back there goes the scene where Jeongyeon is bent in half like a seashell by your clone while having her tits sucked, Momo getting some spooning treatment, her tits swaying at every thrusts she receives, Chaeyoung moaning for mercy as she gets hogged by your clone in an upstanding citizen, carrying her small frame while having her limbs floating in the air due to getting hooked around in her legs.

Lastly, Tzuyu continues to admire the night view of Seoul through the windows while his clone is pistoning her pussy in a stand and deliver.

“I- I can’t take it anymore, I- I’m going to let it out, YN!”

“I’m getting close too, Jihyo…”

“Perfect fucking timing. Let’s end together.” Jihyo said as is staring dangerously at you before she reached your face for one more kiss. 

You and your clone plowed Jihyo to the brink of fulfillment as a few more strokes and rough collisions of your skin slapping together took yourselves into orgasm. Jihyo shouts lewdly as she feels streams of her slimy nectar squirt around your cock while it pulsates the last set of your pearly cum straight through her cunt.

The room resonated with synchronized screams, moans, and curses as everybody embraced their climax. You quickly grabbed your device and switched it off, making your clones disappear in an instant.

You sat beside Jihyo, who is now knocked off after having her energy spent just like the rest of the girls with you. The room smells like sex, with cum overflowing from their gaping holes and puddles of crystal liquid all over the floor. Bodies slumped and scattered everywhere around the house.

But then in some of their surprise, they noticed that the cum that came out from your clones disappeared next, making their snatch feel a bit lighter now than earlier, except for the trio Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo.

“I guess those are also artificial and temporary just like them.” Jeongyeon said as she looked at the  evidences that gone missing.

“But not for us.” Nayeon smiled proudly and scooped some of your cum flowing on her thigh with her fingers, tasting it again.

“Ehhh that’s unfair!” Sana pouted as she looked at Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo with jealousy.

“You better give us next time, YN.” Momo challenged you.

“Yeah… I will, because for now I can’t do it anymore.” You laid down on the couch, and Jihyo helped you get some pillow. “I’m so goddamn exhausted.”

“Maybe that’s why the clones can feel what you feel and think what you think, because they are connected on your brain.” Jihyo said. “And since you mutiplied them, that goes the same with its effects to you.” 

“How ironic. I still felt like I had sex with you guys all by myself.” You panted. “You girls can sleep on my bed. Jeongyeon, remember to clean with me okay?”

“Yup. I know. Goodnight, girls.” Jeongyeon stood up on the floor. She also helped the girls to get up before they went towards you and sent a kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks for a hell of a time, YN. Goodnight.” Jihyo gave the last kiss and patted your chest before she left you sleeping on the couch. Few days later, you lived up to your words, You invited again the second batch consisting of MISAMO: Mina, Sana, and Momo and the School Meal Club trio Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu to finish what you started, a hot, wild, and exhausting hours of sex with all six of them. Thankfully, with the help of some expensive and strong viagra that Nayeon recommended for you to use, you were able to survive servicing these beauties, thrusting and spurting each one with a large amount of your irreplaceable cum within the depths of their pussy from dusk ‘til dawn.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 1

Kink(s): Scratching

Pairing: Johnny Storm x f!Reader

summary: You’ve met Johnny Storm a handful of times but enough to know one thing: you hate him. His smugness, his attitude, his everything. Well… almost everything

warnings: SMUT, dom!reader (kinda?), sub!johnny, P in V (wrap it folks!), oral (f recieving), multiple orgasm, Creampie, scratching, lovebites

distant!reader, not much aftercare on reader's part (that’s a warning), I wasn’t kidding when I said you don’t like him haha

word count: 3.2k

AN: I was editing this the other day in app and accidentally lost 3 hours of work. Almost broke my phone. Learned my lesson. Never again.

I am usually a big ol’ sucker for a romance but, decided this Reader needed to keep Johnny at arms length. Who knows. Maybe I’ll revisit 👀

Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated - this is my first time writing something like this so feedback is appreciated. And obviously, I do not consent for my work to be reposted, copied or translated!

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Johnny was stood smiling and chatting to at least three women on rotation. You were convinced they were tagging out with other women at the party just to take turns to speak with him. Bask in his presence or whatever it was that made them want to stand next to such an asshole.

You grimace hearing his loud laugh booming dramatically at something one of the women said to him. You didn’t think it was possible for you to hate someone so much for merely existing, but Johnny was living proof of that. You sip at your champagne flute and scan the crowd, looking for literally anyone else to occupy your mind, when Johnny laughs again somehow louder this time.

You grumble and move away from the crowd of women around him and make a bee-line for the buffet, idly picking up canapés that did not taste as nice as they looked. The murmur of obnoxious laughter was still grating your nerves in the back of your mind as you chewed a piece of bruschetta angrily. Why was he like this? How did he manage to rile you up by just existing.

“Hey, beautiful.” A voice from behind you purred. An arm reached around you, picking up a bruschetta and when you followed the arm back around you, you were met with the charming smile of Johnny Storm. And you visibly recoiled.

It, somehow, made Johnny chuckle as he popped the bruschetta into his mouth. He pulled a face, clearly unimpressed by the taste but the expression was gone as quickly as it had appeared, charming smile back in place.

“Why didn’t you come say hi?” He asks, his blue eyes shamelessly roaming over your figure.

You couldn’t hide the disdain for him from your face. “You seemed busy.” You huff out.

“Oh that,” he looks over his shoulder at the women and waves before looking back at you. “I wouldn’t worry about them, sweetheart.”

You click your tongue and turn away from him. “I’m not.” As you move up the table, Johnny follows closely. Your temper flares when he moves in front of you, blocking your path, leaning against the table with an arrogant smirk. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk of his face.

“What do you want?” You growl, scowling at him.

“You.” He says it so smoothly that, had it been anyone else, you might have felt a little weak in the knees. But it’s Johnny. It makes you cringe.

“Ugh. Please.” You hold up one hand to stop him from continuing. You look so disgusted, anyone would think you’re about to puke from gorging on one too many canapés. Johnny chuckles and with a shake of his head, inches a little closer.

“Come on , beautiful,” he bats his eyelashes at you, looking incredibly irresistible – which irritates you more. “One night’s all I’m askin’.”

“You ask me that every time you see me,” you grumble with a frown. Maybe you wouldn’t hate him do much if you didn’t have to be in the same room as him so often. “The answer is still no.”

“Why not?” He sounds and looks genuinely confused as to why someone, anyone, could refuse him.

“Because I cannot stand you,” you finally snap at him, looking around quickly to make sure you weren’t loud enough. You sigh softly when you see you’ve not drawn any extra attention to yourself but continue to glare at Johnny.

“Hmm.” Johnny says thoughtfully with a theatrical hand on his chin, unperturbed by you clear intense dislike of him. When he glances back to you his eyes glimmer with a mischief.

“Well, if you can’t stand me,” He begins, dropping his voice lower. “How about we go somewhere where you can sit on me instead?”

You blush and to your frustration, your pussy throbs at the thought. You can’t decide if you want to slap him or throw your drink in his face, or both. But then again, if he’s the one to frustrate you it’s only fair he relieves you. Besides; who speaks with their mouth full?

You take a deep breath, weighing your options before hissing, “Hotel Creche. Room 206 on the second floor. Leave fifteen minutes after I do. I don’t want anyone to see you leaving with me.”

Johnny looks utterly smug, watching you storm away with a lick of his lips. Tonight would be fun.

Johnny does exactly what you ask – which is surprising. After fifteen minutes, he attempts to follow suit but gets stopped multiple times by the various women he had been flirting with earlier in the evening when you were ignoring him. This adds another ten minutes to his journey – then another ten when he’s stuck in traffic. He’s tempted to flame on and just fly to the hotel but he’s wearing one of his best Armani suits. Plus, the anticipation was going to add to your excitement.

When he reaches room 206, he knocks hurriedly and loudly. You throw the door open, scowling at him. He tries to smile and say his sorry excuse but he’s cut off. You’re no longer in that lovely tight dress you were in at the party; you’re in lacy red lingerie that he is just drooling over.

“You’re late,” you snap, grabbing his tie and yanking him viciously into the room. You half drag him onto the bed and Johnny is too stunned and turned on to even muster words.

“Lie down,” you command releasing his tie.

Johnny wastes no time clambering onto the bed and loosening his tie excitedly, eyes hungrily watching your every move as you stalk around the bed impatiently. The ire in your eyes makes him feel out of his depth for once. You’re looking at him like how a lioness looks at a gazelle before ripping it’s throat out and he is loving every second of it. Once he’s where you want him, you step out of your panties quickly, kicking them to the side.

As you kneel onto the bed, Johnny watches you with wide eyes and reaches out to touch you, only to be swatted away.

“’M sorry I’m late. I-“

“Do you ever shut up?” You growl, straddling his head between your knees. His hot breath on your cunt makes you shiver. You curse when you feel a wet, hot stripe along your folds as Johnny licks you teasingly in response.

“Only when I’m eating.” He mumbles into your cunt, licking again, slower and more precise this time. Johnny’s tongue takes it’s time tasting you, teasing you; and when you finally grind yourself along his face, he tilts his head ever so slightly to suck the sensitive flesh of your clit.

You gasp out at the sensation but you don’t give him the satisfaction of moaning his name. No, never that. You’d die before you do that. You still can’t stand him – even when he eats you out so good you see stars.

One of Johnny’s hands grips your hip, tugging you closer onto his mouth. The sounds he’s making beneath you make your breathing hitch; he’s good at what he does, there’s no doubting it. You can feel your thighs tighten, pressure building in your core already. You thought you’d last longer but Johnny’s expert tongue is hell-bent on making you cum over his face.

Johnny seems to take note of your quivering legs around his head and smirks into your folds as he takes another long, slow drag with his tongue.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you breathe out, grinding your wet cunt over his face when he halts his movements. Johnny latches onto your clit again and hums, vibrations shivering all the way up your spine and you gasp, jerking forward splaying your palms across the wall in front of you.

“You were saying?” Johnny mumbles, using his free hand to sink two fingers easily into your soaked pussy, continuing to kiss, lick and suck at your hot flesh. You stifle a moan, gritting your teeth despite your glassy eyed expression. You were ready to cum but you wanted everything out of your system.

“Arrogant. Egotistical. Attention whore.” Each word is punctuated by a moan as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night – but it’s those final two words that make Johnny moan around your clit, sending vibrations to all of the right places again. You curse loudly as you cum, taking a few moments for your breathing to steady before lifting off his face briefly to look down at him with a wicked smile. Johnny is panting and breathless, eyes blown to saucers as he stares back at you; licking his lips and covered in his own spit and your cum.

“You like that, huh?” you taunt. “Being a whore?”

“Fuck.” Johnny’s hands grip you tighter, trying to feebly pull you back down onto his face. You allow it, for a moment, the delicious heat of his tongue more feverish than before. You sit up again, making him groan out for you.

“Say it.” You say, voice dangerously low. Your body thrums with excitement – with power you have never felt. Johnny’s cock twitches desperately against his slacks and his chest heaves as he looks up at you. Fuck. That look you give him makes him want to cum in his pants right then and there.

“I do,” he breathes out, eyes never leaving you. “I like being a whore.”

His admission makes your cunt pulse with excitement. “Thought so. Only whores know how to eat pussy like that. Tongue out.”

Johnny sticks his tongue out immediately with a short moan, muffled by your pussy on his tongue again. He wastes no time continuing where he left off; swirling your clit with his tongue and two fingers working your pussy relentlessly. He lifts his head to envelop the silky flesh around your clit with his lips, sucking gently as he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bubble of nerves as he finds the spongy velvet of you g-spot. Your pussy convulses – second orgasm creeping up on you as you almost yell out. Your thighs shake around his head and the sound – the sound - you make; stuttering out a long, loud moan as Johnny continues to suck and lick everything you can give him. He thought he was close before but damn – he was wrong. He couldn’t remember the last time his dick was this hard.

You sit up, allowing him to breathe. For a few moments, you relish at the state he’s in; flushed, covered in your cum and rock hard. You’re tempted to leave him like that, however, you’ve got an itch you need him to scratch.

When you catch your breath, you inch down over his torso, settling your wet pussy against the hard on in his slacks. You pull at his tie and make quick work of the top few buttons of his dress shirt, revealing his sleek, unmarked neck.

“So pretty,” you purr, leaning down to pepper kisses along his neck. Johnny moves to kiss you but you duck away, splaying a clawed hand over his face and holding him in place. “Ah – ah – ah,” you chide. “You’re not allowed to kiss me.”

Johnny huffs, settling to kiss the finger closest to his mouth instead, wishing he could have your lips – either set – on his again. You dip your head again, nibbling at the soft flesh experimentally. You can smell your cunt on him and it makes you want to lick him clean. But you won't. Not tonight, anyway.

Taking a small portion of skin between your teeth you bite down slowly, feeling a bruise blossom. Johnny feels so utterly powerless as he mewls beneath you. His hips jerk upwards at your words and he was right before, lioness is the perfect word to describe you. You leave another love bite and Johnny moans louder than before and grinds your hips against his to feel the sweet friction he so craves.

“Want you.” He pants. “Fuck me, please. Jesus Christ.” The frustration is killing him. His cock his so hard it hurts.

“So fuckin’ needy,” you snarl, huffing angrily.

Johnny then does something he’s never done in bed before; he whines. God, you on him using him like this was driving him wild and he was starting to hate how good it felt. And you were just starting to love it.

You shuffle back and rake your clawed hand down his chest, five raised red lines appearing in its wake. Johnny watches in wide eyed awe, chest heaving as he follows your hand . He thinks his heart stops when he feels you reach between you both to palm his cock.

Another curse falls from Johnny’s lips as he shudders. He’s used to getting what he wants, taking what he needs, but you’re just toying with him. The thought of being balls deep inside you, making you come again and again until your resolve breaks and you beg for more is what makes him snap. And you seem to read his mind, because you smirk and ask, “Still want to fuck me?”

Johnny nods desperately.

“Then, fuck me like the whore you are.”

He pushes you back and you squeak, falling a little roughly to the pillows. You can feel Johnny trapped between your legs, gripping your thighs with a look of primal need. He runs the tip of his cock through your wet folds, expecting you to moan out. When you don’t, he pouts slightly.

"What’s wrong?” You taunt, meeting his eyes. “Need a hand?”

You don’t expect Johnny to rut into you, burying himself deep within your slick cunt with ease, and your face conveys as much. You’re wide eyed and your mouth hangs open in silent moan as you look up at him. Johnny places his hands either side of your head, looming over you and setting a brutal pace; burying his cock into your pussy again and again.

You groan loudly as you clench around him, latching your nails into his back to ground yourself. Your nails dig into his skin so tightly you think you’ll draw blood. Johnny moans at the sensation of being inside of you and your nails – no claws – feel so good digging into his skin he thinks that maybe he should do this again with you. Maybe more than once. Definitely more than twice.

“So. Desperate.” You pant out. “Everyone was right; you are a good fuck.”

“Fuck, so are you.” Johnny uses his right arm to hook your left knee, raising your leg up over his shoulder. His left arm wraps under your right shoulder, anchoring himself to you before fucking into with newfound fervour. The new, deeper angle makes you curse loudly and it’s not long before you cum over his cock.

“Feel so good,” he grunts into your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your exposed skin. “I knew you liked me. I fuckin’ knew it. This is exactly where you wanted to be.”

“I hate you,” you correct swiftly, trying to glare up at him but the pleasure you’re feeling makes it hard to stay focused. “You’re such an ass. At least you’re good for something.”

Johnny groans, hips faltering for a moment at your words. His cock throbs inside you and he moves to kiss you but you hand grasps his chin millimetres from your lips, halting him in his tracks.

“I meant it when I said you wouldn’t kiss me.” You say firmly.

“But – but I wanna kiss you,” he whines, picking up pace again. “Feels so good, fuck.” His head drops to your shoulder, grunting as he listens to your breathless moans. The wet slapping sounds of his sac against your soaked cunt as he pummels you into the bed fill the room. You can feel pressure building again and you know your orgasm is close.

“Please.” Johnny begs again, pushing your leg over his shoulder up towards you. “Shit I don’t know if I can hold out much longer baby.” Johnny’s eyes meet yours but it’s brief. Your eyes roll back into your head, legs shake and you moan loudly. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him as you soak his precious Armani slacks in your cum. Johnny’s orgasm follows closely after with a stuttering groan, watching your blissed out expression as he spills into you.

His hips still and he collapses on top of you, mumbling sweet nothings and kisses to your neck, whilst you both come down from your respective highs. Once your breathing levels out, you look down to your neck to find Johnny’s blue eyes looking up at you, a shit-eating grin on his face. He expects you to smile back, wrap your arms around him and thank him, praise him. Maybe even throwing in a line about wanting to see him again and getting his number.

But you don’t. You raise an eyebrow at him and offer a wry smile, patting his back gently. You lie back into the pillows with a deep, exhausted from the frustration and from your orgasms. Your eyes flutter closed – floating away on the plush, soft pillows.

“So,” Johnny says, trying to keep the bafflement from his voice when you offer him nothing. “How was that for you?”

Irritation nags at the corner of your brain and you try not to scowl. Stupidly, you’d thought he’d slink out – head back to the party. Leave you to your slight shame of the events of tonight – and surprisingly relaxed demeanour – and not either you again. You had thought wrong.

“Good.” You say, trying to sound at least marginally happy.

“Just good?” Johnny presses, shifting a little to try and see your face. Now you you’re really trying not to scowl.

“Uh...” You search for words, trying not to be sarcastic and mean. “Amazing?”

Johnny smirks, looking incredibly smug despite reading your expression wrong again. “Good.”

You hum, pulling a small face of disgust and shift in the bed, turning away from Johnny. You cosy down and your eyes flutter again. Then you feel Johnny’s warm arm drape over your waist and he wiggles forward, holding you close against his chest. Your stomach turns. It’s so.... inviting, so caring, it makes you sick. It’s fake.

“You were amazing too, by the way.” Johnny murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear. You can feel him still smirking and you shiver. Your annoyance level is rising again. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. You didn’t realise tolerating him after would be something you had to worry about.

“Mmhmm.” You attempt to zone him out, letting him babble to himself whilst you get to sleep.

“I’d like to do this again – see you again.” He whispers, settling into his own pillow.

“Yuh huh.” Sleep is tugging at you now and you’re not paying attention. It’s not all bad you suppose – you have someone you will, and quite literally, keep you warm for the night. But you do wish he’d stop talking.

After a few more moments of soft murmurs, Johnny finally sighs into your neck, lulling himself into sleep with you not far behind. You fall asleep dreaming of anything but him and he falls asleep dreaming of you.

Day 2

[deniable-masterpiece]

jump in the line | wally clark x male reader

a/n — hey gang! this is NOT a new fic! i accidentally deleted this while clearing things within my mass-editor and am frantically reposting it!

summary — Newly deceased reader plays a game of HORSE with Wally, and Wally ends up showing off that horse cock—I mean, his charming personality!

words -- 5.4k

warnings — smut

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Wally had two problems—the rain and his loneliness. The rain kept everyone indoors as they didn’t want to come back inside, soaked and inconvenienced by the limited appealing clothing around the school. So a day was made out of it to give everyone a new challenge: find something fun to do inside. The limit was the sky, if you counted that as being the fiberglass tiles on the ceiling. His loneliness came from what he decided to do: shoot hoops in the gymnasium. The other spirits bided their time with more sedentary activities like watching the summer production crew work to cobble together a half-decent school musical for the fall or revisit the library to read the one new book added to the ancient collection, but Wally just couldn’t keep himself still and isolated himself to shoot baskets.

Today was your first rainy day at Split River High in your new life as a ghost. Only a mere seventeen days in and you already felt perfectly capable of being a ghost for the rest of your death because of one fun sentiment—being bored at high school, something that came naturally in a place like this. Charlie claimed that it was better than feeling regretful or upset about it since those feelings only reinforced the fact that you were bound to your roots forever. There was no way to put the school in the past or leave home, no risks to take or life to fail at pursuing. He talked you through the whole spiel, and you had no choice but to listen or fight against the laws of the afterlife. One seemed impossible.

After sitting through everything he had gathered from his time as a ghost, you told him your story. You died in the agricultural room, checking up on the baby chicks during a free period between classes when the wire powering their heat lamp caught fire. The door became blocked by the flames and the windows in the room only opened so far enough to get the chicks out, but they were far too slim of an opening to fit yourself through. It worked well to air out the smoke, but the heat is what caused you to collapse. You never saw your body in the aftermath, only hearing talk of how gruesome it looked as a few cops assessed the scene.

With the Ag-Room shut down until further notice, you were left to wander the hallways without any direction. Though, one sound rang in your ear—the sound of a basketball and squeaking shoes. Now Wally had three problems when he heard the door to the gymnasium open. 

As you entered, you looked around at a place you hadn’t seen since before you died. The bleachers stayed inanimate and lacked the community’s spirit for that final game of the season, not being used by anything alive to warrant them looking less depressingly empty. It looked like the same gym you had taken classes in for the past nearly four years, but the jock made it feel new and different. He was a hidden detail among the same people, chalkboards, and desks you spent your entire school life staring at. You approached him, watching the gymnasium become a chamber for his skill to bounce off of. Every time the basketball struck the floor he added just a little more to his established skill set.

“Hey,” you spoke. He caught the ball as it bounced off of the backboard and towards him. The echo in the spacious room sounded the same, but his voice was in your ear.

“Hey, I was practicing my free-throw, but I’ll make room for another person,” he offered. He turned to face you, “And you’re the Fire-Kid, right?”

“Guilty,” you admitted. “I didn’t know I had a nick-name already.”

“It’s unofficial, we can totally change it. There’s a few I thought about—hottie, maybe? Actually, never—never mind. That made more sense when I was thinking it over.” He took a deep breath and extended his hand that wasn’t holding the ball. “Wally.”

“I know,” you said, taking him up on the handshake and giving him your name. His combination of impossibly short athletic shorts, a tank top with the same material as a sweatshirt, and Nike’s paired with socks reaching far up along his shins was almost a dead giveaway that he was from another time, but the name didn’t help much either as you knew it from the stadium outside. Wally pulled his hand back and moved the ball around in his hands like it was an extension of himself—he knew exactly how to hold and manipulate it for his own desire. 

“You like animals, huh? Well, I know a little game called ‘horse,’ unless you’re too chicken,” he smirked.

You two approached one of the nets hanging at one end of the gym, “It’s not like I’m doing anything, just remind me of the rules?”

“Okay, so basically, one person shoots from wherever they want, and the other person has to replicate it. If the first person misses the shot, then the second guy can shoot wherever they want. Then, it flips until one person wins.”

“How do you win?”

“Shit, right. If you miss a shot, whether you're the first or second person, you get a letter, usually it goes until it spells out ‘horse.’”

“Okay, I think I get it,” you affirmed.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’ll teach you as we go.”

It all made sense, given that your last gym class was only months ago at the end of the semester and you had played it then. There was one, and only one, thing that burned in your mind: “What about the loser? Is a letter the only penalty?”

“Let’s make it a little fun,” Wally proposed. You nodded. “Okay, so, every letter earned means the other dude gets to ask a question. It’ll help me come up with a better nick-name, so, the more embarrassing stories you share, the better. I’ll go first.”

“That’s unfair, I’m new to this and pretty much everything else.”

“You’re just mad that I won’t miss,” Wally dribbled the ball as he went some ways away from the net, a distance that you knew you couldn’t match. 

“Wally,” you hissed. He kept backing away from the net. “Wally, that’s too far!”

“Nah, I’m just kidding.” He ran up closer to the net and made a shot. As expected by his almost professional and clean form, it sank past the net and smacked against the floor. He retrieved it and passed the ball to you, “Your turn.”

Taking the ball from him, you stood in the same spot he was at—at about the two-point line, judging by the markings on the floor—and hit the ball a few times against the floor to refresh yourself with its feel. The bumps on the ball felt the same as when you had a basketball unit and had acquainted your fingertips with the same rough edge for a whole week. Wasting no more time, you took a leap of faith into the air. Expectedly, the ball hit the rim of the net and bounced off toward Wally. That’s just how your luck had been recently, so you weren’t phased by almost making it in. He caught the ball as it ricocheted toward him.

He clapped at your failure, “And that’s H. Four more to go and I win.”

“Five more to go, and I win.”

“Okay, I like your optimism. But question-time! What did you do… after school?“ It sounded weird for him to talk about it in the past, since only seventeen days ago you would have been talking about future plans.

“The usual: sleep, a lot, and bury myself in homework,” you said as if you would be able to do either again. Could ghosts even sleep? Or was it all feigned for a twinge of normalcy? You would have to ask Wally if you managed to score anything against him.

He still had the ball in his hands, tossing it to you. “Cool, cool. What subject was your favorite?”

“Hey, one question only,” you reminded him.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? Sorry, I meant—you know. Since I doubt we can go to the ag-room, and because I didn’t mean—yeah.” He looked nervous at his slip-up. It felt like he was overcompensating to hide something else, something with a little more weight than simply a poor choice of words. 

“It’s fine,” you assured. Passing the ball to each hand as the conversation went on, your mind wandered until it came up with the most obvious choice. “Let me guess, gym?”

“Nah, history. But I liked all of them,” Wally crossed his arms now that the ball was no longer in his possession. 

“Really? You weren’t laser-focused on football?” 

He patted your shoulder, “Save that for when you make it in.”

As it would turn out, you did not make a single attempted shot for the next two turns and had to suffer through two more of Wally’s questions. The first time you missed, he asked: “What’s your favorite food?”

“That’s tough. I think I’m gonna say all of the above. Anything that isn’t cafeteria food sounds great right about now. What about you? Got any I-could-live-off-this-forever go-to?”

“Hotdogs, for sure.”

“Why?” This was the first time he didn’t protest a follow-up question and gave you a completely serious answer.

“Uh, well, me and my parents used to go up to my uncle’s apartment near the Camp Randall Stadium. The building was so tall that you didn’t even need seats to watch the game, so we would all sit up on the roof and look down into the stadium whenever the Badgers were playing. They usually had a grill set up so we didn’t have to walk down so many stairs, and that’s where it started.”

“What? Your love for football?”

Wally’s tone leveled out. He wasn’t telling a story anymore, he was recalling a memory, “No, it wasn’t about the field or the game, it was about the people around me. I didn’t really like watching the game, but it was something for us to do as a family. Plus the hotdogs were pretty great.”

After that, Wally seemed to be distracted by something but still managed to make another shot. You, however, couldn’t say the same. It pitifully bounced off the backboard and towards the stacked bleachers.

He snarkily asked while heading to retrieve the ball, “What do you think your chances are of winning?”

This time, you were the one to cross your arms, “That’s what you’re going to waste your question on?”

“I still have two more,” he stated. On his way towards you, he ran a hand through his hair, “We could always play pig, if you’re ready to see the hog.”

“Go for it, unleash the beast,” you encouraged and then, feigned, “I’m so scared.”

“You would’ve lost that one already, so maybe it’s good that we didn’t.”

After accruing three letters in a row without ending Wally’s streak, you finally made a shot from his determined distance. He gained a letter to his name, and you got a ticket to pick at his brain.

“Yeah, finally!” He cheered, coming up behind you and lightly smacking your ass. He sounded sincere, “Good job.”

“I got a good one!”

“Shoot.”

“What do you miss most from your house? If you had to pick anything for them to bring here so that you could use it, what would it be?”

“My homemade fleshlight and maybe my porno mags,” he vacillated. “I got all the quality material right here, though.”

“I’m serious!” You reacted before you could even process his comment. Even if he really thought of you like that, it would have had to be a joke.

“Fine, uh. My medals for all of this stupid shit.” He waved his one arm around to the various sports banners with the graduating classes' athletes front and center, along with several other banners and pennants hanging around that showcased the victories of the Devils and Bandits. Besides his name on the stadium, Wally’s name had been embroidered in a deep blue pennant hanging on the wall he stood facing away from. “It would make it feel like it was worth it a little more, you know?”

You sighed and looked at him with a certain understanding that some of the other students didn’t get. He could see it, and you could see him listening intently as you spoke as if he truly cared, “I do. I have a few F-F-A related things at home that I wish I could see now. My medals, my jacket for being in the after-school club, pictures of me and my friends, all of it. I wish it was here.”

“You can always borrow mine. Think of it as the honorary symbol for being stuck here with me and all of the others.” At that moment, an image popped into Wally’s mind that he could have captured in crystal-clear quality with a Polaroid. If only he had brought that to school on his last day. It was of you, with his jacket on and nothing else, grinding up against his leg—maybe rocking back and forth on the toe of his Nike’s or better yet, on his thigh. He would take that picture without hesitation and make it your first official memory at Split River. Now, his fourth problem had arrived in his blue shorts.

“Thanks.” You saw his eyes flick up from the ground to you. The effect of his gratitude lasted mere seconds as the ball came your way and vie sensations of winning reminded you as to who the jock was: your competitor. By some stroke of luck—or maybe a twinge of skill had finally come over you—you were able to make the ball into the basket twice and upstage the jock for a few moments. You got to ask your questions, but he was too busy congratulating you.

“Holy shit,” he marveled. “I know they said you went out hot, but damn! I didn’t think you had that fire in you!”

“Good to know I’m more than detritus.” You tried not to brag or even smile at the fact, just accept that you had him beat with a tied competition.

“Sorry, bad joke?”

“No, I just realized that we both have two letters left.”

“It won’t be that way for long.” Plopping himself onto the floor, he sat with the ball in his lap and his legs crossed to keep it from rolling away. “Quiz me!”

Mirroring him, you sat in the same style with your knees almost touching, “Okay, ever date anyone in high school—uh, here?”

“Nope, but it did allow me and my right hand to get to know each other pretty well. We even introduced lotion later on into the relationship.”

You let out a quick laugh, “Classy, Wally.”

“There was one chick, actually.” He didn’t look away when he said it, locking his soft brown eyes on yours.

You looked back at him, engaged, “Who?”

“That’s your fourth question.”

“Why didn’t you say it when I asked?”

He started to trace patterns over his thighs, breaking the contact your eyes held while he talked about the mysterious girl, “We never really dated or even touched each-other—it was right before the game that we even kissed.”

“Oh.” Oh, it was all you could say. 

“I tried to move on from her, and it kind of worked. It took a while, but you’re here.” Wally looked back up again, lifting his whole head to do so.

You stood, “I think it’s my turn.” 

“Right, sorry. Too T-M-I?” He tossed the ball up to you. You shook your head and walked over to take your shot.

Standing a decent distance away from the net, you tried to make it attainable for you to make a shot, and a little difficult for the athlete to replicate it. Since your skill was unmatched by his, it didn’t seem like there was a good place that would be hard for him to make it in. 

Wally followed and pressed himself into you from behind, and went so far as to make himself level with your ear, “Don’t miss.”

He backed away from you to offer a fighting chance against him, and you took your final shot of the game. The ball veered off to the right with your throw, and he ran to intercept the shot before it hit the ground. He sweeps it up from the floor and jumps in the air to pass it under his leg and make a shot around the basket. It flows into the net, and Wally lets the victory get to his head.

“And in the match point. . . Clark makes the score!” He jumped around the court with sanguine behavior, everything else—mostly, his necklace—following with him up and down. The ball bounced off to some corner of the room since he didn’t bother to fetch it. “That tie had me worried.”

You approached him once he started to calm down, “Question?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna give it to me?”

“I can, if you want,” he smirked.

“I do.”

“Uh, well.” He placed his hands on his hips, raising one almost immediately after to toy with and twist his necklace, “What’s something you’ve never tried before?”

“I never tried you.” What does he taste like? What does he smell like? “Or sex as a ghost.” What does he feel like? “Or any kind of sex in general.”

“Me neither.” Those two short words filled the small space between your lips. There was still a longing inside of Wally that competition couldn’t beat, as even now, he felt almost no difference towards it. He pulled you in for a kiss, and suddenly, it was gone. He had the confidence—the will—to lead you up to the heightened set of wooden bleachers. Wally guided you by hand, the texture still being rough and imperfect from his blazing glory night, and insisted that you close your eyes.

“I’ve been up here a million times, there’s no need for the show,” you protested.

He sat you down on a random line of benches and continued his antics, ignoring your complaints since he didn’t have anything smart to say back. The wooden planks creating the jagged pattern to form the bleachers were hard and unforgiving with little leeway for a task as delicately chaotic as fucking. Wally somehow made the imperfections surrounding your work, by keeping you spread across one bench while laying on your back. His necklace dangled so close to you that it almost turned to sandalwood oil from the heat. He smelled similarly of the same scent, rich in a tangled aromatic scent of sweat and sweet sandalwood. 

All of the new things he got to try were a silver lining along the dark clouds outside. His hands roamed unclaimed places on your body, cupping things that deserved to be fondled and handling things with extra care that didn’t excite your body as much as you expected. Chills from his work never came, and you remained the same cold soul as before. The same could be said for his lip prints, marking your own pair, then moving to the side of your cheek and down your jaw with a softness only seen in the blurry images of a fantasy. Wally kissed like he was kissing for someone else, and not for himself, giving more than he took. He didn’t take skin between his teeth for a hickey but left it impacted with a feeling soaring straight up from his heart. It’s not like a hickey would have lasted long as a ghost, anyways.

“You’re cold,” he said as he leaned down to kiss your neck again.

Wally finished kissing your body seconds later and sat up at the foot-end of where you laid. You tried to spread your legs, letting one dangle off to the next row and bringing the other one closer to give him room between you, but he kept himself situated. He fished for something in the pocket of his insanely small athletic shorts, finding it hard to search through bunched-up fabric that exposed most of his thighs.

You waited for instructions, and as if he could immediately tell, Wally spoke. “Just. . . lay back and finger yourself.”

“Is mind-reading part of the ghost-experience?” You teased.

“Just do it.”

“Okay,” you listen, pulling down the bottoms you died in and the underwear that went with it. Wally tried not to steal a glance as he occupied himself, but couldn’t help it. His jaw goes slack for a moment as he sees you—natural and perfect. He assumed that he would have to put himself on the same playing field, and suspended his search for a little bit to stand up. He shimmied down the deep blue and vibrant white of the school colors to just reveal a combination of pasty skin and dark hair surrounding his cock. He reached down to continue his search. Finally, he pulled a condom from his pocket. “I’m going to try putting this on, if it fits.”

“Where did you even get those?” You hadn’t started preparing yourself for the dead jock, letting his interesting train of thought make you invested in his issues.

“Nurse’s office.” He holds out the packaging for you to look over—it’s a neon purple with different shapes in yellow, reminiscent of the eighties and perfect for the man before you. The size on the wrapper read that it was a bland XL on the cover in white. ”Can you believe they didn’t start handing these out until the nineties?”

Wally stuck the corner between his teeth and pulled, causing the wrapper to tear in two and the condom landed in his hand. He pinched the stuck-out tip of the latex in the center of the disk and pinched the rubber ring. The head of his cock passed the loop successfully but failed to actually get it down his length. In an attempt to make it slide down his cock, he tugged on the rubber band around the opening.

“That’s not how you—here.” You sat upright and your hands fly down to help him. Taking him into your hand, you hold him near the base and wrap your thumb and index finger around a part of his head over the condom’s band. Keeping your fingers around his girth, you slid them down, jerked them back up, and repeated the motion until a thin layer of latex covered most of his dick, reaching just shy of his base. “You keep rolling it down like that until it gets to the bottom. It should be tight with a little bit of give so you can slip it off after.”

Wally wraps his hand around the new layer of latex and marvels at the feeling. “Thanks for the sex-ed lesson, coach.”

“Didn’t they ever teach you that?” You asked, reflecting back on how even now, the school never really prioritized giving kids safe sex lessons. Most of the lessons were about getting any diseases, and what to do when you know you have it. It was all focused on the if’s and never the when’s.

“Nah, it was basically ‘don’t have sex or die.’ Glad I got to do the second one first and the first one now,” he smiled.

His explanation left you puzzled. Safe sex was such a priority during life but became meaningless after death. “Why even bother wearing a condom?”

“I don’t know. Why do we still eat?” He leaned in closer to you, hesitant to loudly state the actions taking place, “Why are we about to. . .”

Normalcy, that must have been what he was trying to get at. “Fair point.”

“I guess I should return the favor?” His hand finds your shoulder at a higher level than preferred and pushed it back until you are entirely laid into the unforgiving benches. They don’t quite capture your width, your shoulders peeking over the edges with legs spread out and dangling over either side, but Wally doesn’t let it stop him from motioning closer to you. Thigh cupped, he lifts a single leg to access your hole easier.

The width of his hand not holding your thigh is felt running along your crack, something that had him hooked as he searched for an opening. His longest finger found it in seconds, and quickly, he lowered the hand wrapped around your thigh to claw at your cheek, tearing it to the side for a deeper presence. Wally sunk a three-pointer’s worth of his finger into your hole, his middle finger up to his knuckle as the rest of his hand held him back. His finger beckoned a moan by raking it up and towards your prostate, then by pulling it in and out and twisting his whole arm to feel the game-night roughened texture of his finger carry on a longing from the night he died. Wally followed the string of motions a few more times until your reactions faded.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, looking for a satisfied answer.

“First time trying it, should. . .” You exhale, “. . . should it feel like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like, just do it again.”

Wally pushed his lengthy digit back in, raising it to the sensitive area, and pressing the pad of his finger to it. He kept it there for a few moments before pulling his hand away, taking his finger with it, and motioning back in less than a second later. His thumb brushes over the valley between your cheeks periodically, and you can’t help but shudder at his touch.

“Are you. . . ready?” The pause his question took made him come off as unsure, and the look he gave you—a quick glance from your eyes back to your ass, where he continued his maneuvers—reinforced it. He thought that he may have done too much, or not done enough, or even found himself on a mediocre middle ground, painfully stuck between the end zones of backing out and finishing the job. To his surprise, he managed to run the one-hundred and twenty yards, because you said yes.

Almost immediately, two hands wrapped around your ankles, and raised your legs with them, exposing your ass without the need for his help. Eventually, they found themselves dangling over his shoulders instead of either side of the bench, and he occupied the space that they restricted him from.

He positioned himself at your entrance, the protective latex coating around his tip greeted you with the feeling of a smooth, somewhat slick surface. Further up, he caught a glimpse of your hesitant demeanor. You couldn’t lie to yourself, or try to hide and play pretend. In the years when he could age, he was given some stunning accolades in categories other than sports. On the surface, a winning smile and eyes that cast a special spotlight on anyone lucky enough to find themselves under him, and down below, a horse cock. Tamed for the moment, but waiting for the paddock to open.

“Just try, uh, try to take it all.” He winced at his own words and let a sarcastic “sorry” slip from his lips.

A sudden pain rapidly stemmed from his entry—one from the depths of your subconscious knowing that the feeling is new and likely dangerously addictive, and the other coming from the actual source as his size stretches you out much more than a finger’s width. His skin is rough on yours when he settled in, but there was one thing that surprised you as he bottoms out with little left to give. With his hips pressed against yours, you took a sharp breath in.

“You good?” He asked, drawing his touch back. Wally fights to place a hand on you, keeping them hovered over your figure for a sense of distanced reassurance.

“You’re cold,” you spat out.

“I’m used to hearing the opposite.”

“And you’re big.” It came out sounding like a single word.

Wally looked relieved, using the opportunity to get into the rhythm of making jokes, “Yeah, I’m used to hearing that.”

You try to laugh through some of the pain. “No you’re not.”

“I’m not,” he admitted with a stupid smile on his face. His voice was hoarse once his hands started to creep over you.

His hands held on to your figure, those words of his distracting you from the pain of his first movement. Just as his charm had worked its way back into the atmosphere surrounding you, his desire to fuck had also found its way in. And that’s exactly what he did. His stance stayed relatively the same—Nike blazers stuck in place and used them to pivot forward, thrusting himself more into you than he already was. His hips melded to supple ass-fat. As he slipped into a tempo with swaying hips, he heard the smacking that came from the quick collision of your ass and him. It sounded like the percussion beat supporting the ensemble of moans falling from his mouth.

Wally’s motions caused you to rock back and forth along the bench, shifting on the smooth plank. His routine shortens to quick plap, plap, plaps against you, unlike the longer blows he had given you moments prior. His breathing stepped up into larger huffs and draws of breath that pierced the air.

There was one thing you noticed about Wally while the room was only filled with those noises. He acts like he’s almost at a loss for words—unusually quiet when the notions of sex finally kick in, feelings and all. Wally’s communication during it centered around noises and acts over his verbal personality. He grunts and barely speaks, crying words and praises with abandon midway through. He took a hand from your love handles to run it through his hair, and then it fell on your leg. His hand was warm—almost slick—from the heat building around the both of you.

Your gaze floats from his hand falling on the leg going over his shoulder to his face; he looked like he was breaking a sweat. He noticed you looking at him directly, and his soft eyes looked animalistic as he doubled over you. He brought your legs closer to your chest, curling you in on yourself. He got so close that you could feel his breath ruminating against your skin.

“Am I—” he breathes, “—still cold?”

His breath isn’t and his skin almost looked like it was glowing, like he could be alive. You shake your head in response, the bundles and knots of pleasure in your stomach making it hard for a few words to come out.

With his new leverage, he fucked you harder, pressing as deep as he could go. His face contorted and stretched without the worry of wrinkles when he became overcome with pleasure.

Wally came, pressing himself into you one final time as his release sprayed all over the inside of his condom. Drops of release splatter over your torso in brief, irregular spurts. They seem to disappear seconds later, leaving no trace of anything that had happened. When Wally pulled himself out of you, you could feel the friction and intimacy quickly vanish. His dick still looked hard, but there was no aftermath. No trace of anything that had happened. His condom wasn’t filled or stretched out at the tip with a pool of come; it was as if he never fucked you. But you still retained the memory and the experience.

Even your own fatigue from being on the receiving end of his pounding lasted mere minutes. Still, you leaned your head back and turned to peer around the gym, taking a breather. The balls hanging around in nooks and corners of the room returned to the carts that they had never left, and everything was back in its original place on the unaltered, metaphysical level. The other spirits could never know, and they would never know, thanks to the universe's ways.

Wally took note of you looking around the gym, “You know, I think that next time, we should be a lot messier. Wouldn’t be our problem to clean, would it?”

[jeonscatalyst]

What’s the Still With You is a jikook song lore?, after Jimin used it today I saw a few people mentioning it! I am having fomo LMAOOO

Hi anon,

Where do I even start? Ok let’s see.

As you may know, “Still With You” is a song Jungkook composed and released during Festa 2020. I’m sure you’ve listened to the song and perhaps even read the lyrics, but I’ll include them here just in case.

[Intro]

“Your faint voice brushes past me

Please call my name just one more time

Though I'm standing still beneath the frozen sunset

I'll take one step at a time toward you

Still with you

[Verse 1]

A dark room with no light

I shouldn't get used to it

But I'm used to it again

The low-pitched sound of the air conditioner

If I don't have this, I might just fall apart

[Pre-Chorus 1]

We laugh together, we cry together

These simple feelings were everything I had

When will it be?

If I see you again

I will look into your eyes

And say, "I missed you"

[Chorus]

In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then

[Verse 2]

The moon looks lonely

Like it's crying in the bright night sky

Even though I always know the morning will come

I want to stay in your sky like a star

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Every day, every moment

If I knew this was gonna happen

I would've cherished those moments more

When will it be?

If I see you again

I will look into your eyes

And say, "I missed you"

[Chorus]

In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then

[Outro]

Behind the faint smile that looked at me

I will draw a beautiful purple shade

Though our footsteps may be out of step

I want to walk this path with you

Still with you”

(Lyrics from Genius)

You’ve probably heard about the infamous Rainy Day story too and I’m not sure if you’ve ever noticed any parallels between that story and the lyrics of Still With You, but they’re hard to ignore once you do.

As many of us know, the Rainy Day story is about a fight Jimin and Jungkook had, which ended in an emotional reconciliation in the rain. They reportedly ran to hug each other the moment they reunited and while it may just be coincidence, there’s a particular part of the song that feels strikingly reminiscent of that exact moment.

“In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then”

Honestly, much of Still With You gives off a vibe that strongly mirrors the essence of that story or at least, that’s what many Jikookers (myself included) have long felt. That’s why there’s been widespread speculation within the Jikook community that Jungkook may have drawn inspiration from that event, at least for certain parts of the song.

Now, I don’t personally believe the entire song is about Jikook. It could very well be a blend, partly written for ARMY, and partly inspired by personal experiences, possibly including moments he shared with Jimin. Of course, we can’t know for sure, so we do what fans do best: we observe and speculate.

One thing that adds to this theory though is the timing of the release. Still With You came out during Festa 2020 - the same year Jungkook first shared the Rainy Day story with us. It could be nothing, but it does make you wonder. Perhaps releasing the song triggered a memory, prompting him to share that story. I’m not suggesting he was intentionally dropping hints for shippers, but it’s possible that something about the process of releasing Still With You stirred something in him and maybe, just maybe, the song and the story are more connected than we think.

What’s also intriguing is that this theory isn’t exclusive to Jikookers anymore. While most of the Jikook community began connecting the dots back in 2020, other parts of the fandom seemed to start seeing the resemblance too, especially after Jungkook revisited the Rainy Day story in one of his 2023 Lives. To me, it all fits. The pieces align in a way that feels too cohesive to dismiss entirely.

And then there’s Jimin who used Still With You in the background of his Instagram story when he posted those photos with Jungkook. Symbolic? Possibly. Given what they just went through together during enlistment and then Jimin choosing that particular song out of tons of other songs he could’ve chosen from, it makes perfect sense. And in some ways, it subtly reinforces the long-standing speculation that this song or at least parts of it might have been inspired by that rainy night they’ll both probably never forget.

[donutz]

Yandere Smiling Critters x male child reader[pt. 2]

Requests from Tumblr and Wattpad—!, but not really

(Minus the fact I didn't include you being turned)

—☆You are a human in this

Sadly, you couldn’t stay here forever.

You are home now. Adopted. You did spend your time at Playcare for a couple of years though, everybody knew you, everybody in Playcare that is. The critters and kids knew you, the staff knew you, Miss Delight knew you.

So you had a mark on the place when it was time for you to leave. To get your own house. You were happy to get a home, but sad you had to leave your friends behind.

Maybe you could revisit this place again. Come back. But you couldn’t.

Something happened.

8/8/1995

You don’t know what happened that day, but you guess it was something pretty bad. It caused the whole company to shut down. You no longer saw any commercials of the toys.

Rumors were spread around, maybe somebody died, maybe a toy hurt somebody, maybe.. Maybe an experiment happened.

Anyways. There was a letter. A letter in the mail, something that related to your old home. Find the flower?

.

.

.

Sure. Why not, you were seventeen, you can handle yourself.

Which is something you shouldn’t have ever thought, after what you’ve been through.

It’s been scary. You haven’t died yet, but death has wanted to shake your hand a few times.

You almost bumped your head on a metal pipe while passing through a dark hallway, nearly broke your leg because you wanted to jump off a platform, wanting things to go by faster.

You’ve been chased through vents, and ended up at a dead end. You didn’t know what to do. You almost got shredded. But, were spared.

“.. Huggy?” He stared at you, maybe he recognizes you, even after all these years.

He didn’t kill you. He let you down on the second level of the metal stairways with his arm, and went back to where he originally was.

Then you were solving puzzles, with a particular doll following after you.

But the doll got snatched up, by a spider. Mommy Long Legs. She did remember you, you were the one who wasn’t so good at the games..(for the sake of your life in this story)

But she thought you left her to die, so she still forced you to play the three games. The first game has Bunzo! He was hesitant to kill you, you were the kindest kid to him when you lived here.

And for the first time, you actually beat the game! He was so proud of you! He wasn’t proud of his unfortunate fate in the future, but at least he didn’t need to kill you.

Then the small Huggies. They also remembered you, so they were sparing you. You also beat that game! They were happy, letting out tiny purrs at your success.

Then Pj— Wait. Since when were you so good at these games? The last I checked, you failed every single one of them! Fine. I’ll just sabotage the game for you, to make sure you never leave.

You could see Pj coming out of his pug-a-pillar hole, and you were sweating a little. Hopefully he remembered you too.

He did, once he saw you he stopped in his crawling tracks, taking a pause. He missed your younger adorable face when he gave you a small bump on your back, signifying that the ‘game’ was over.

But he unpaused at the start of the music playing.

You escaped. Out of there. That’s fine. I could just chase you myself

Three chases. You got chased THREE times. How desperate was she to kill you?!

You were putting the blue hand on the scanner, when you heard Mommy’s quick steps towards you.

You looked behind you— Eyes widening from her abrupt appearance. For the fourth time.

The door opened! And.. Mommy got killed, by you, by your hands.

A hand crept out from the thin crevice of a metal door. It took Mommy’s left over body, to wherever. You didn’t know what it was. Where it took her. But thanked god(or not, depends on your thoughts) at the fact that you weren’t Mommy at this moment.

Now you are somewhere. The train crashed, and you could feel the back of your shirt being picked up. You were sliding down a pipe, into somewhere.

You don’t know where it was, but you needed to get out, fast.

Doing some parkour, you looked around, and saw a long tail(plus paws) crawling up inside a vent.

“... Catnap?”

You went through some doors, and ended up seeing where the crashed train was. Going somewhere, you could see the recognizable entrance you went to at age 5. The way to Playcare.

You could hear the sounds of steps. Hurrying up you went inside the much smaller train compared to the one you were originally in.

“My name is Elliot Ludwig.”

Hm. Those words you could remember.

“When you look around at the world today,” You repeated after him.

“what one thing do you think it needs more of?”

“Playcare!”

Even at seventeen years, you were still mesmerized by what was shown.

You looked down, and could see 3— no. Five creatures walking or crawling around, resembling the Smiling Critters.

“Oh.”

Some of the critters could hear Elliot’s voice continue about Playcare, eyeing the moving train.

They saw your shadowed figure. Not knowing who you were. But a light is shown on your face.

Bubba, Dogday, Kickin, Hoppy, and Bobby saw your face. You’re back?

No. They must be seeing things. You were gone. Away from them.

But Dogday could recognize those eyes. Your skin, your curiosity, your hair(if your hair changed colors, or texture after growing up, then.. Yea, he still remembered you).

“Angel?” (Even if you didn’t really save him, he’s going to call you Angel. Because I needed a nickname for you. Y’know, because I can’t list every single name of the people who’re reading this?)

The other critters heard his whisper. … Maybe it was you.

The train stopped. But you were kind of scared, were they like Huggy or Mommy? Were they going to chase you down?

“Ah shit.”

‘Language.’ Dogday thought, dogs have good hearing y’know!

You were trying to find a way for two possible outcomes of being down here.

A) Try to make the train go back if the critters try to kill you

Or

B) Somehow reminisce in meeting your old friends

B sounded a lot more better than A.

And.. B did happen!

The 5 critters went over to the train, while you were standing there. Waiting for whatever will happen to you.

Dogday crawled over to you, it was you! Your scent!

He gave you the biggest hug while his tail wagged(really fast, it’s kind of crazy).

He was still fluffy even after these 10 years.

“Angel I missed you so much—!”

You were trying to hug him back, but a little too scared because of the critters staring into your soul.

Dogday noticed their silence and spoke up—

“Guys! This is Angel!! You don’t recognize him??”

Silence.

“THE ONE WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND PICKY..??”

“OHH”

“YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“I was thinking that it was him but I wasn’t sure…”

“ANGEL!?!?!?”

You were escorted out of the train, and were greeted by a bunch of animals pawing at you.

You couldn’t get a word in!

Picky, Crafty and Catnap came over, hearing all of the excited animal noises.

Now you were crowded by a bunch of animals. You were so tiny compared to them, so they had to be gentle.

So much noises were going on that even the smaller critters came over to see the commotion.

You were back home!

Now you can’t leave.

[arcadia-smith]

TW:abuse, torture, SA.

Find Part 1 here

Simon Riley x Reader

The Interpreter's Prayer

Part 2

***

It was one of those fleeting weekends, the kind that felt stolen from time itself- where the demands of work fell silent, and the weather conspired just enough to lure you outdoors.

You and Simon, untethered from duty, had decided to take Mia to the playground, her laughter ringing out like tiny chimes against the backdrop of a breezy afternoon.

"I don't know, Simon," you murmured, exhaling a sigh that felt heavier than the wind brushing past your cheeks. Your fingers swept stray strands of hair from your face as your gaze lingered on Mia, her small figure darting through the jungle gym. "The field isn’t my place. I’m an interpreter, not a soldier."

Simon’s response was as steady as the earth beneath your feet. “You’ve passed every physical and psychological test the sergeants have thrown at you,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “And if I’m being honest, you shoot better than half of them.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant amusement. “Why me, Simon? Why do you need me for this?”

He turned to you, his eyes steady, carrying the weight of unspoken truths. “Because you speak Arabic. Because you wear a woman’s face.” His voice was measured but edged with quiet urgency. “And because Basma will only trust us if she sees someone like you. It’s a simple job—quick, clean. In and out. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Your brow furrowed, doubt threading through your voice. “And what about Mia? My mum’s all the way in London, and I can’t ask her to drop everything.”

Simon reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, a silent anchor amidst the storm of your thoughts. “Johnny’s already agreed. He’ll take care of her. Three days- no more. I swear I’ll bring you back without so much as a scratch.”

He paused, his lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. “And maybe, after this, we can revisit that conversation about giving Mia a little sibling?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips. Before you could form a reply, Mia’s voice rang out, bright and insistent.

“Daddy! Come push me on the swing!”

She bounded toward Simon, her tiny hand clasping his with the determination only a five-year-old could muster. With a soft chuckle, he let her lead him away, leaving you on the bench, the echo of their laughter swirling in the air.

Your heart wavered, caught between the unease of his request and the quiet confidence in his promise. You weren’t thrilled by the thought of stepping into the field, but you understood why he had asked. And despite your fears, you trusted Simon’s word- that you’d return home, unscathed, to the sanctuary of your daughter’s laughter and his steadfast embrace.

***

Darkness greeted you like an old enemy.

Your consciousness returned in fragments, each shard bringing new pain, your head a symphony of dull aches and dried blood turned to rust in your hair.

Movement became a study in agony — every muscle a testament to violence. The chain around your ankle sang cold songs against your skin as it trapped you in this tomb of shadows.

Awareness crept in slowly, like poison through veins: the chill air kissing bare skin, your clothes stripped away like dignity, leaving you vulnerable in cotton basics that offered no armor against the world.

Pain bloomed like dark flowers across your body — legs, arms, stomach. And deeper still, where violation lived like a curse.

The cold floor became your sanctuary as you curled inward, knees drawing close like a child seeking comfort in the womb.

Time lost meaning in the darkness, minutes or hours flowing past like black water while you lay there, a comma in death's sentence.

Tears gathered like morning dew, but pride held them prisoner. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction of salt tracks on your cheeks.

Anger rose like a tide — at Simon, whose faith in you had become a betrayal, whose love had led you from safety into nightmare. At the men who'd written their cruelty on your flesh in bruises and blood.

Then Basma's face floated through your mind like a ghost, followed by her children — and Noor, sweet Noor, whose tears had been the last light you'd seen before darkness claimed you.

The voices outside grew like thunder clouds, Arabic words seeping through walls "If she's awake, we'll make her speak."

Then another voice, smooth as silk hiding steel "I need to find my wife. That's all I care about. Do what you want with the foreign woman." Nasir — a man whose name tasted like ash and endings.

Light invaded like a blade, carving through darkness to blind you. In the doorway, a silhouette became a man whose eyes held all the warmth of winter frost, his satisfaction curved like a scythe across his face.

"Little hero awake." His words stumbled from his tongue, broken English sharp as shattered glass.

His gaze crawled across your skin like insects, his tongue darting out — a snake tasting fear in the air. He moved with the terrible patience of a predator who knows its prey is trapped, fingers suddenly tangling in your hair like thorns. Your head snapped back, neck exposed to the cold air. His other hand found your face, fingers tracing your features like a sculptor modeling clay, but there was nothing of art in his touch — only ownership and cruel intent.

"It will be more fun while you're awake." Each word fell like acid rain, promising storms to come.

Pain bloomed as he yanked you upward, your gasp a butterfly breaking free against your will.

"Tell me where that traitor wife is and I might not hurt your pretty face more than I already have." His words slithered through the air as his fingers found your throat, a collar of cruelty tightening with each breath.

Your defiant silence painted rage across his features. He threw you down like a discarded doll, but his anger transformed into something worse — a terrible pleasure that turned his mouth cruel.

He descended like a shadow, dragging you closer by your chained ankle. You fought with all the fury of a caged storm, legs kicking, but his strength overwhelmed yours like darkness swallowing light. His weight pressed you into the cold floor, a mountain you couldn't move.

Tears you held hidden now broke free, a loud scream of pain as you tried to claw at man's shoulders. To push him away, yet he seemed immune to your struggles.

Closing your eyes you drifted off. To thoughts of Simon and Mia. And a sunny day at the park. Far away from here.

The chill on bare skin once more returned. You were left raw and exposed.

Part 3

[bunnwich]

It's Supposed to Be Fun

(a letter to my friends in the twst fandom)

I've been wanting to make this post for a while and these thoughts may seem scattered but I’m gonna try to express them. 

Lately, I have seen many friends and moots that either are leaving the fandom or feel guilty over not having posted in a while or losing interest in twst. On the other side, I also have friends being harassed.

This a reminder to remember why you joined this community to begin with. I know that keeping up with the fast-moving pace of fandom and comparing ourselves to others, can skew our perspective on these things.

It’s supposed to be fun. 

Why do we post art or write? Sure, partly for recognition, there's no denying that. But, why do we create, I mean really? For enjoyment. Not for others, not to be “popular” FOR JOY.

So, whether you’re dealing with people critiquing you or feeling guilty about not creating. My question is this: Why waste so much of your time on something that makes you miserable?

Did it stop being fun? Why? Haters? Loss of interest?

To my friends who feel guilty for not creating and not sure if they lost interest in twst: 

Don’t feel guilty. At one time, the creation of your twst content was natural. It's what you did for fun with friends or for yourself. Revisit that mindset and think - if creating twst content now will bring that same joy it did before.

If the answer is no, then maybe it’s time to pivot. It’s okay for interests to fade. It doesn’t mean that time, memories, or the friends you made are lost. Connect with your friends, we will understand! We still love you! It's not a race there's no time limit, just pick up were you want to. Draw fanart of old events or OCs.

To my friends who have been harassed: 

I say this with sincerity…. People who harass others over fictional characters are fucking losers.

Like… There’s no other eloquent way to encapsulate it. I’m starting to not care for the reason anymore - If you harass or be shady to others over a ship or fictional character. CONGRATS! YOU ARE A LOSER.

We all join fandoms as a hobby, for fun. We’re all just kids in the sandbox playing pretend again… and if you are the type of person to go up just to “kick the doll out of someone’s hand" or make commentary on how “their way of playing is wrong." You’re a loser. I have a life outside of twst, we all do. Someone saying my ship is wrong or cringe is just so laughable to me. We have to make fun of these people more for being so goddamn lame.

Imagine being so unhappy that when you see someone having fun you HAVE to comment on it. By all means, if it gets you through the day...talk shit to close friends or even post about it on your own blog. (THAT WAS ALWAYS ALLOWED.) Don't bother creators directly. Don't be a loser. I sure see tolerance leave people’s bodies when they see a fandom opinion they don't like. (And this is coming from someone who has lots of opinions on these things! But that's why I always put the disclaimers that, hey this is just MY opinion.)

Discussion is one thing, unhelpful comments are another. We shouldn’t give these people the time of day. Curate your online space. Yes, when you post things online you are subjecting yourself to scrutiny. But, we as creators need to stop letting these people have power over us. Period. We do this for free!! FOR FUN. The best thing you can do is create shamelessly.

Delete weird replies, block whoever you need to do to rid yourself of these people who have nothing better to do. Keep your peace. It’s supposed to be for fun. You don’t owe anyone a response.

The twst fandom is like a little family to me and I guess I feel protective over the people in it?  I have made many friends and memories because I joined it. And even dispite a handful of the negative experiences (AKA: A couple of “losers" that I’ve had to deal with.) I’ll always look fondly back on this time.

The key for me has always been to just…create for myself. I originally made bunnwich for me and one friend to make fun little arts about our Yuu’s and now I get to have lots of friends to share it with! I’ve transitioned from an OC blog to probably more of an Oc x Canon blog…but I don’t care tbh. I just…draw what I feel like. I know there are people who probably dislike me for that or feel strange about my content and that’s fine. I’m still gonna keep drawing it, loser.  

And I just want you guys to do the same, twst or not.

I can’t forget that all my followers and friends are a bonus, if I had never joined tumblr I’d still be drawing the silly shit I draw in peace. And while yes, I do want to grow as an artist and sell more merch and keep growing... I can’t forget my initial excitement for this silly little game. I like to talk about it. I like to write about it. It inspires me.

It’s supposed to be fun. Please remember that. I know it can be discouraging to have others being shitty to you. Or going through a creative drought. But, try not to let this stop you from creating what you love.

[lonely-ey3s]

The Chemistry Between Us | part 5 (final)

reedrichards!professor x f!reader (teachers aid)

chapter summary: the final few midterms has created some unwanted distance for you and reed with how busy your schedule's been-- creating some sexual tension and pent-up feelings towards one another.

chapter warnings: fluff, reed is not married to sue, small age gap(student is finishing degree, maybe 8-10 year gap), SMUT 18+ MDNI, f!masturbation, mentions of m!oral receiving, unprotected piv, dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, dom!reed, squirting, secret relationship, sneaking around, anxiety, public sexual teasing/tension.

word count: 10.2k

a/n: this is the final part of this short series!! yay! if one shots are requested from these two or ideas pop up, i'll most def be revisiting but i'm very proud of this short little series and have appreciated everyone's support on it! enjoy !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Masterlist

3 days later

You had Reed’s class midterm today, you had not only a paper that you had to turn in last class as part of it but today was the written test. 

You hadn’t seen him since early this morning when you left to meet up with a study group to do a last-minute review for this test. 

These last couple of days were going to be nothing short of chaos as the last few exams and papers you had due were the hardest of them all. However, with Reed staying over at your place, it brought a sense of comfort being able to see him in the evenings and sometimes mornings before one of you two left for the university.

Reed had already set out the exams on each desk. When you walked in and came to sit down at your desk you immediately pulled out a writing utensil and looked up to see him sitting against his desk, looking out at the class before his eyes found yours and he winked, mouthing, ‘Good luck’ and smiling softly. 

You couldn’t help but smile and look down at your test shyly, blushing. 

After a few moments, the clock fell on the hour. Reed cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the class, “Good afternoon everyone. Before we begin, your midterm papers will be graded by Friday and grades will be finalized by Monday.” he stood and put his hands in his pockets, “My office hours are changing from 1 pm to 6 pm to now being done at 4 pm instead.” he begins to walk to one side of the room, “You will have two hours to finish your exam. Remember these are 80% of your grade, so do well and you’ll pass my class at the end of the semester. If you've come unprepared, you will fail.” he turned around and started walking back to the other side, “If you have a question, please raise your hand and I’ll come to you, do not come to me.” he stopped and began to walk back to the center of the room, “When you are finished, please come and put the exam on my desk and have a good 2-week break.” he looked up and then stretched his arm out, pulling his sleeve up a bit to look at his wrist watch, “Alright-- your two hours start now. Good luck.” 

Everyone turned the first page of the packet and began working. 

You kept your head down most of the time, working through everything thoroughly, double-checking each equation, and each question. 

Reed would occasionally look over at you, checking on you. He noticed halfway through, as he caught you changing the leg you had crossed, the bright red panties you were wearing from the angle he was sitting at.

You had done this a few times in the past to tease him and get a rise out of him while he was teaching, but today? Would you really be that cheeky?

He swallowed and reached down under the table to gently palm himself through his pants, trying to readjust as his pants were particularly tight today.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of something, anything to get his mind off you but the more his mind wandered-- the harder he got.

He thought of how you were on your knees last night sucking him off while you both took a late-night shower. How warm and wet your mouth was, how fucking good it felt for him to stretch out your throat.

However, he was brutally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud, "Ahem" from a student with a question. Thankfully, it also instantly killed any sort of erection he had in the process.

---

One by one every person finished up, walking up and setting their tests on his desk as he was grading the midterm papers turned in earlier that week. 

With 15 minutes until to the 2-hour mark, you stood and gathered your things, walking down to his desk, you set down your test in the basket. 

You turned around to leave, when Reed cleared his throat, “Miss?” 

You turned and looked at him, “Yes, sir?” you smiled softly. 

He leaned forward, biting the inside of his cheek at that name, he smirked for a moment, “You uh... you forgot to put your name…” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, and started to walk back over to check. You could have sworn you put your name on there. 

You walked up to see a piece of paper on your test in red pen, ‘Come see me. My office-- 4 pm’. 

You quickly took it and cleared your throat softly, “You’re right, thank you for catching that.” you pretended to write your name on the exam front page. 

You stood and backed away then nodded, “Have a good break, Professor.” and smiled at him. 

“Oh I will, and to you as well…” he looked up at you with a cheeky grin and winked then looked back at the paper he was grading before anyone saw. 

A few minutes after 4 pm you lightly knocked on Reed’s office door. 

“Come in…” you heard him say from behind the door. 

You twisted the knob and opened the door, walking through, “Sorry I’m late, you wanted to speak to me?” closing the door behind you and then looking at Reed.

He was already sitting against his desk, arms crossed, smirking, “How much time do you have?”

You set your bag down on the chair by the door and blushed, “30 minutes…”  you leaned back against the door and tilted your head, “Is there something you wanted to discuss with me, Professor?” you grinned. 

He stood from his desk and began walking over to you, “It’s about your grade, I was wondering if you’d be interested in an extra credit opportunity…” he began to pull his tie undone, his eyes moving down your body, drinking you in. 

You bit your lip and blushed, “I’m always open for extra credit…” your breathing started to pick up. 

“Good.” he smirked and unbuttoned the first part of his collar and then grabbed you by your cheeks and leaned in slowly, “First, I just want to let you know that you aced your test and paper baby, I’m so proud of you…” 

You smiled and leaned in, “Thank you sweetheart…” you were met by his lips softly and slowly kissing you a few times. 

He pulled back and nudged your nose, “Now, back to your extra credit…” he opened his eyes, let go of your cheeks, and reached behind you, locking the door. 

You were surrounded by him. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, his cologne swarmed your senses, you wanted him– needed him. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso and arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him only for him to pull back and grin, “Mmm not so fast…” he walked you over to his desk and sat you on it, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes, “Earn it…” he said with a deep timber to his voice, “Sit on my desk and touch yourself…” 

You were caught breathless but nodded, swallowing before putting your hand to his chest and pushing softly for him to back up before standing. 

You slowly took your sweater off over your head then started to unbutton the white button-up you layered it with, revealing a red lace bra.

Reed watched hungrily, he slowly sat himself down in one of his chairs, palming himself through his pants, “I could see those damn red panties you have on during your whole exam…” he grunted, “I wanted to bend you over that damn desk all afternoon…” 

You slowly took your skirt off, letting it pool around your ankles as he spoke, revealing the matching red lace thong, you tilted your head and bit your bottom lip, “Hmm, I wonder why I wore them…” you teased and sat back on his desk, slowly opening your legs. 

He smirked and used his thumb to rub his bottom lip, “You have a habit of using the angle of our interactions in class to your advantage baby…” 

You tilted your head to the other side and sat back on one of your elbows, “Now, now… that’s just a plain unfair accusation, Professor Richards…” you smirked running your hand down your body, gasping at your touch when you brushed your fingers against your panties. 

He grinned and rasped, “I like hearing you call me that while you touch yourself…” 

You moved your hand back up and then under the band of your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, moaning softly, “Will calling you Professor Richards while I cum earn me extra points?” you cooed. 

He sat up in his seat, watching your fingers rub against your pretty little clit, “Callin’ me Professor Richards will get you more than extra points sweet girl…” 

You began to rub a little faster, keeping eye contact with him, gasping at the small tug you felt deep within, causing you to put a little more pressure, “Oh? What else will it get me, Professor?” you let out a small moan, furrowing your brow. 

“Once you cum on those pretty little fingers of yours, I’m going to bend you over this desk…” he started.

Your heart began to beat faster, a warmth spread across your cheeks, and you began to breathe quicker, “F-fuck…” you whimpered, rubbing faster, your legs spreading wider, pelvis pushing down, intensifying your build-up. 

“You want me to fuck you so hard you have bruises from the edges of my desk digging into your pelvis?” he growled as he stood, eager for you.

“Y-Yes Professor…” you mewled, your fingers rubbing the little bundle of now-sensitive nerves faster, your hand splayed on the desk clenching papers that are under you, crumbling them, “Fuck me… f-f-fuck…” your head fell back, gasping before moaning a broken cry as you came. 

“That’s it… that’s a good girl…” he groaned and undid his belt. 

He stepped forward and grabbed your ankles, pulling you towards him, pulling your chip up and leaning down to kiss you slipping his tongue between your lips, causing you to moan and move to sit up, tugging your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

After a few moments he pulled back and nudged your nose with his, “Now, I know you can be louder than that…” he groaned feeling you nibble his jawline. 

You looked up at him, panting, flushed, “But what if…” 

He grunted as he pulled you to stand, “No one is here after 3 pm in this area, and even if they are, they are deaf as a doornail…” he held onto your hips and then spun you around, “Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk for me…” he started unzipping his pants. 

You turned around and leaned over his desk, leaning on your forearms, arching your back a little, your pelvis up against the edge of the desk like he’d said. 

He pulled himself out of his trousers and stroked himself a few times, humming as he looked down at your ass in front of him, “Fuck me, what a view…” he tapped his cock on your ass a few times. 

He tilted his head and bit his lip looking at your thong, “I’ll take this…” he slid your panties down your ass, having you step out of them before stuffing them in his pocket. 

You turned your head back to look at him, lightly biting your lip, “I’ll need those back at some point…” you moaned feeling him glide the tip of his cock through your slit, coating himself. 

“Trade ‘em for a new pair, that’s the deal, remember?” He then clenched his jaw and groaned, “Fuck you’re so wet… such a good girl, getting yourself ready for my cock…” he cooed. 

You gasped feeling him notch at your entrance and bit your lip, “Please, I need you…” you pushed your ass back a little trying to push him into you. 

He hissed and pulled himself back, tsking, “Patience…” he slid himself back up and down your slit, teasing you. 

You moaned softly, “Please… I’ve been such a good girl…” you begged. 

He grinned and gripped your hip, “Yes, you have been a good girl…” he moved his hand down to grip the meat of your ass before lightly spanking it, earning a gasp from you, “You’ve been such a good girl… but good girls don’t beg, do they?” he leaned down and kissed your bare shoulder, whispering against your skin, “Good girls listen… have patience…” he moved his hand back to grip your hip. 

You moaned softly, “Yes sir…” you panted trying to steady your breath. 

He smirked and kissed your shoulder again then down your spine, “Good…” he leaned back up and then knocked your ankles open with his foot, “Spread your legs a little more baby…”

You did as he asked and spread your legs then readjusted the arch in your back, “Will this do, Professor?” 

He smirked and squared himself up between your legs, “Yes baby, that’ll do…” he then slid himself once more back up and down your wet slit before notching himself back at your entrance. 

You felt the anticipation, the tension in the air. Your heart was pounding, your nerves felt electric, and there was a lump in your throat from the suspense. 

He then buried himself slowly into you, grunting and gripping his hands harder onto your hips. 

Your jaw went slack and it felt like the air was sucked out from your lungs, unable to moan. The angle he was at made him stretch you out more than normal– get deeper. 

His jaw clenched, groaning, pulling his hips back then ramming himself back into you. 

You gasped, “Fuck!” you moaned out. 

He did this again, however, this time pulling out completely, edging the tip at your entrance before ramming back in, letting out a grunt, “F-fuck…”  his eyes rolled back and he grinned at how tight you felt.

You laid more flat on your arms, arching your back down more, and pushed your ass out, feeling him just about to get that sweet spot-- feeling that tight coil starting to wind up again. 

He noticed and readjusted, lifting your hips up just a tad more before beginning to slowly build up speed, fucking into you hard, deep and fast. 

“F-fuck yes!” you cried out feeling him continually hit that spot deep within your cunt, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Your hands gripped the opposite end of the desk, anchoring you to something.

He would fuck into you, ramming the front of your pelvis into the desk, creating a pain that can’t be described as unpleasant when your lover's cock is fucking you into oblivion. It was more than pain, it was like you were being branded, marked up and that set something off in you that you couldn't form into words other than-- you loved it.

Reed looked down to watch as he drove himself into you. Watching his cock drive in and out of you, covered in your arousal, the feeling he had only could be described as animalistic, “Fuck, keep makin’ those noises… beg for it.” he said as he spanked your ass. 

You moaned loudly, feeling that coil about to snap, your legs already giving out on you, “Please, please fuck…” you cried out, “I wanna have a hard time walking to…” you moaned again, clenching your teeth for a moment, “Ah, fuck… to Professor Merrill’s class… fuck me…” you gasped and started to bounce your ass against him, eager to get release, “Please make me cum, sir… please…” you begged. 

Reed leaned forward, planting his hands on the desk, and began vigorously pumping his hips into your heat, grunting with each thrust, “Fuck baby, I can feel you’re close…” he let out a choked back chuckle, “Shit you’re so fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl taking me so well…” he groaned, panting quickly, feeling a pull behind his navel. 

You felt a wave wash up your body from your feet up to your cheeks as you began to come, “Oh fuck, oh f-fuck, yes right there… fuck fuck!” then an intense jolt of pleasure as you squirted shortly after, clenching onto him, legs shaking, sobbing his name. 

He grinned and leaned forward more, lightly nibbling on your ear, “Fuck you’re so hot when you squirt all over me…” he didn’t let up in speed or intensity-- instead he wrapped his arm around your chest. He cupped your breast with his hand, holding you up as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and grunted, “One more for me, can you do that baby?” 

You were overstimulated and already felt another wave start to build up, so you mindlessly, cock drunk, brain completely numb with pleasure nodded, muttering, “Y-Yes…” moaning hoarsely. 

He held onto you and gritted through his clenched jaw, holding his orgasm at bay, “I love filling you up and sending you to someone else’s class…” he groaned, “... knowing you’re full of me while you’re sitting there like a good little student… knowing damn well…” he grunted as his movements became more erratic, “... you’re fucking your physics professor for the last two months…” he nibbled your earlobe, whimpering as he felt a deep pull, his cock jolting inside you, “F-fuck…” 

“Fuck fuck… f-fuck baby…” you cried out as he jolted inside you, hitting that spot harshly. Your hand flew to his arm to hold you steady as your legs gave out for a moment as you came, an intense wave flooding your body. 

“That’s it, fuck you feel so good…” He cooed before his other arm wrapped around your torso as his hips snapped into yours, cumming deep inside you, breath hitching then whimpering as his hips slowed, coming to a stop. 

You both were heaving for air, lightly covered in a thin layer of sweat on your body and his forehead. The small office smelled of sex. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, attempting to return to earth.

You softly hummed, “Mmm, I need to get going, I wanna get to Merrill’s a little early…” you swallowed, catching your breath. 

He hummed and nodded but then couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your shoulder softly, hands slowly trailing over your body, “When will you be home tonight?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek softly, gently. 

Your hand found its way to lightly comb through the back of his hair, smiling as you turned your head to kiss his lips, “I should be home around 7ish… wanna order takeout tonight? Watch a movie while I write my paper for Jones’s?” you kissed him again. 

He slowly removed himself from you, hissing, then kissed your shoulder and back softly before turning you around, “That sounds wonderful, can I meet you at the bus stop around then?” he tucked your hair behind your ear softly, lovingly smiling down at you as he moved you to sit down on his desk for a moment. 

You blushed at the tenderness he now was showing you but also how he insisted on meeting you at the bus stops on nights you’d get home late. Not caring it was only a few blocks of a walk– if he couldn’t drive you home, he’d make sure you got home safe. “Yes, I’ll be waiting for you to safely walk me home…” 

He cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you softly and slowly, pouring every single ounce of himself into it, before pulling back and pecking your lips once more, “Good. Now let’s get you to Merrill’s on time, shall we?” he grinned. 

1 week later

For the last week, Reed has stayed at yours while you finish your midterms and wrap up a few other big assignments. You can’t help but admit you like having him there when you come home or early in the mornings when you both are tangled together in the sheets. Something about him living with you just feels so right, so natural. 

You still had to be careful while around the university, aside from your little office visit last week. But around others, you had to watch how you were around each other, but at home, you two could be however you wanted to be. 

Most nights you’d come home to Reed in the kitchen cooking you a nice homemade dinner or already having takeout ready for you after a long day of studying and testing. 

Last night was your last exam, you came home later than expected due to your professor wanting to speak with you about an after-school job opportunity after you finished your exam.

You told him you’d consider it, as you didn’t quite know what you wanted to do with your degree after school, but you’d give it a good think-over. 

You woke up to Reed asleep peacefully, the smallest smile across his lips, face relaxed and soft. You rolled onto your side and gently kissed his bare chest then leaned up and kissed his cheek before laying your head back down on his chest, lightly tracing shapes and love letters into his skin.  

You would never tire of this feeling, of him being next to you when you wake. You felt excitement every time you’d come home and see him already there or when he’d come through the front door announcing “I’m home…” before he’d come find you to show you how much he missed you. He said it always so willingly, he’s home. Now that your exams are over, would this dim? Would he go back to the routine before what you had now, that you’d see each other more outside of school, so there was no purpose in him sleeping over? You didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want it to go back to the way things were. 

Being together, living together— it felt easy, felt right. Being with Reed felt right. He felt safe, warm, secure, and filled with so much love. He was someone that you unexpectedly were falling in love with. 

That thought alone terrified you, not because you are scared to love someone, you’re scared to be loved. In the past, being loved meant eventually being hurt. No matter how little or strongly you felt about the person, hurt was hurt. And after your last relationship, you instinctively kept your guard up. 

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head and his arms begin to wrap around you, sleepily saying, “Good morning…” 

You laid your hand flat on his chest and leaned your head up to smile at him, “Good morning handsome…” 

He moved his hand to cup your cheek gently, leaning down and kissing your lips softly, before slowly deepening it, sliding his tongue between your lips. 

You leaned up a little more, sliding your hand down his chest slowly toward the sheets. 

He grinned against your lips and pulled back a touch to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ve not had you for almost a week…” he moved his hand down to your hip. He pulled you into him, “Oh how I’ve missed you…” he groaned before his lips crashed back onto yours, kissing you passionately and deeply, tongues going back to intertwining. 

You moaned softly feeling his hardened cock in your palm and began to stroke it, slowly but steadily. He pulled back from your lips a fraction, “Mmm no… I don’t have time for that…” He gently pushed your hip down and rolled over to lay you on your back. He nestled himself between your legs and moved his hand down to bring your thigh up and wrap around him before he took himself and notched at your entrance, “I’ve got a half hour before I need to leave for my department meeting… and I’m not wasting a second…” he said as he slowly slid himself into you with a small grunt, “f-fuck…” 

He softly cupped your cheek with his left hand then used his right to hold himself up as he slowly ground his hips to thrust himself deeply in and out of your warmth, keeping eye contact with you as he hoarsely whispered, “God I’ll never tire of this… never tire of you…” he leaned down and connected his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly but at the same time ever so tenderly. 

Your hands made their way to hold him close— one to his waist to pull him down closer to you, then one came up to comb through his hair. You pulled back from his lips and moaned his name followed by, “Stay… don’t go…” you begged softly, gasping before you connected your lips to his. 

He grinned and hummed as he pulled back from your lips, “Mmm I wish I could skip this meeting but its somethin’ I need to be at…” he kissed your lips again a few times before they moved down to kiss your jaw, and neck, sucking soft marks into your skin, “However, I promise to make it up to you tonight…” he cooed with his lips against your pulse point. 

You moaned as his hips continued to thrust deeply into your sex, hitting every spot that elicited goosebumps across your skin, you felt a tight pull behind your navel and a heat rise up your body, “F-fuck… I…” you moved your hips with his at a slow pace, gaining the needed friction you needed. 

He groaned and moved his hand from your cheek down to your hip, pulling you closer to him, “Let go for me…” he grunted as he sped up his movements. 

You panted and moved your hips with his, holding his head closer to your neck as you felt that pull wind tighter and tighter until it snapped aggressively. You gasped and moaned loudly, gripping his hair and torso, arching your back off the bed “F-Fuck don’t stop…” you begged as you came, pulsing around him.

He grunted and gripped onto your hip tighter, groaning as he pulled up off your neck and hovered over you, panting heavily, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight…” he grinned and watched you come down from your high. 

You looked up at him and panted, out of breath, and slightly flushed. You grinned and bit your lip before you sat up and pushed him to lie down, maneuvering to straddle him, while keeping him in you still. 

He grunted as you began to roll your hips, placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself as you bounced up and down on him, “God you get so deep like this… just what I need…” you mewled. 

He smirked, his chest heaving as he was filled with nothing but lust and desire, “I can think of a way to get deeper…” he bit his lip and pushed his hips up when you’d roll yours down, keeping eye contact with you.

You moaned and gasped feeling him use his hips, “Ah… fuck…” you lightly squeaked out, pinching your eyebrows together, his tip bumping up against your g-spot. 

He clenched his teeth and then jutted his jaw letting a growl escape, “You like me right here for now, don’t you?” he smirked and let out a groan feeling himself graze that spot now as you’d clench against him, “Mmm, I can feel myself against that spot you love…” he said as his head fell back, chin arching up, eyes rolling back as he felt a pull in his core, “Fuck…” 

You nodded and continued to roll your hips, bouncing up and down at a steady pace before you felt his hand snake in between your bodies, feeling his thumb begin to rub circles into your clit, causing your hips to bounce a little faster, craving release, “Oh fuck, oh fuck… right there…” you cried, moaning as you moved your hand behind your body, onto his thigh, arching your back as you felt a wave of immense pleasure wash over you. 

He grunted and chuckled lowly, “God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum on my cock like that…” he pushed himself to sit up, “Come ‘ere…” he softly took your legs to wrap around him from behind and then crossed his legs under you. He then wrapped his arm around your torso and used the other to softly brush your hair back off your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in to kiss him. 

You kissed his lips deeply and slowly, holding on to his cheek with one hand and his chest with the other, moaning with each breath, whispering, pleading, “Please cum in me… I’ve missed how you fill me up…” before you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled back on it gently. 

He groaned and leaned forward, holding you close by splaying his hand on the small of your back to support you as he started to buck his hips up into you, reaching his hand back to anchor himself onto the mattress as he began fucking you a bit deeper and faster at this angle. 

His heart was pounding, small beads of sweat trickling down his skin, he could feel himself get closer and closer to the edge. He grunted and groaned, “F-fuck… I… I’m close…” he smiled at you as you moaned, holding onto his neck and shoulder, “Let me give you one more, hmm?” he kissed your lips once deeply, “What do you need, what can I give you?” he asked as he nudged your nose with his. 

You were a mess, absolutely dumb on his cock, but you wanted to give him one more, come with him if you could, so you moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled his lips close to yours and cooed, “Mmm, I just need you… Professor…” you grinned before pulling him in and kissing him deeply, starting to grind your hips into him, gently tugging his hair. 

He groaned at the name used and smirked against your lips, knowing you used it to excite him. He kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace however getting as deep as he could. 

You moved your feet to still stay behind him but planted into the bed to give you something to work off of as you worked against him to create more friction, more movement, gasping and moaning as you kissed him. Your arm eventually made it behind you to lean back and create an even better angle for yourself. 

He groaned and held onto you both feverishly kissed each other's lips. For a moment your lips parted for you to moan and toss your head back as he started to hit his tip against your cervix. 

He took the opportunity and moved down and began kissing, sucking, moving his lips against your neck, collarbone, and chest— groaning as he felt himself close. 

Your hand that was holding onto his neck and shoulder effortlessly began threading through his hair, gently tugging and pulling, pushing him near the edge, he whimpered, “Fuck, I’m close, I need one more from you baby…” he said against your skin, practically begging for you to cum. 

You moaned as you nodded, “I’m close too, I’m gonna come….” you gasped and groaned feeling him start to suck your tit, “… fuck baby… just like that… don’t stop…” you mewled as you moaned, rocking your hips into his a little faster. 

He held you as close as he could and kept the pace he was at like you asked but then began teasing your nipple between his teeth before sucking on it, which threw you off the edge faster than you expected. 

Your hips buckled as you gasped out a moan, “F-fuck fuck….” you groaned as you felt a sudden wave wash over you, snapping that coil. 

Reed groaned and then grunted feeling you pulse and tighten around him, that was all he needed. He quickly leaned his head up and hoarsely whispered, “Kiss me…” panting and letting out a deep groan. 

You leaned down and cupped his cheek, bringing your lips to his in a deep, slow, passionate kiss. 

He held onto you as his hips bucked up and shot ropes of cum up into you, making him grunt and whimper against your lips. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, moaning softly as he jolted up inside you from how intense it was. You continued to kiss him but the kisses got lazier, slower. 

He leaned back to sit upright and hummed against your lips, panting heavily as he broke from them, kissing your chin and jaw. Again those three words danced on his tongue, those three words he continually wanted to tell you, confess to you, promise you, vow to you. 

He went to say them, feeling the moment was right as you nudged softly your nose against his as he looked at you lovingly, asking softly, “Tell me what’s on your mind baby…” gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and then combing through his hair, but when his alarm clock started to beep loudly, the moment he felt was gone. 

You giggled as he leaned back to gently slam on the snooze button, “Guess that means I need to get off of you…” you smiled at him as he came back to you, keeping you in his lap, looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. 

“I hate that has to be the result…” he moved his hand to cup your cheek, “What I would give to just stay here with you…” he gently nudged his nose with yours. 

You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, teasing the hair on the nape of his neck as he spoke, keeping eye contact with him, “Then stay…” you blushed at the boldness you leaped into. 

“Baby I can’t miss this meeting…” he said as he went to kiss you but you pulled back just a bit, making him grin at your playfulness. 

You smiled and softly said, “No, I mean… stay here… move in with me…” shyly looking at him, watching for any change in his expression. 

He searched your eyes for any uncertainty or doubt but found none. He instantly smiled wider and nodded, “Yeah?” he gently rubbed his thumb against your back. 

You nodded and then bit your lip, shyly looking down for a moment, “I uh… Reed I need to say this before I chicken out again… and I’m not just sayin’ it because you… I… fuck…” you were getting tongue-tied and beginning to ramble. You let out a breath and blushed, softly smiling as you looked up at him, “I’m falling in love with you— no I… I am in love with you.” you let out a small chuckle, watching his face light up more, “I love you… and I know we can’t do anything about our relationship publicly to a certain extent until after graduation but I…” 

Reed cut you off by pulling you in and kissing your lips deeply and slowly, cupping your cheek before pulling back slowly, leaving you speechless, whispering, “I love you…” he kissed you again, “And I’d love to move in… you know if that wasn’t obvious already…” he chuckled against your lips before he moved in to kiss you again, gently nudging your nose with his.

You smiled and bit your lip gently when he did that, “5 more minutes?” you started to lean in to kiss him. 

He smiled widely and met your lips after he softly whispered back, “5 more minutes…” 

Reed was 10 minutes late to his meeting but was quiet enough to be able to sneak in the back, going unnoticed by his colleagues. 

He still had the smell of you etched onto his skin as he had no time to shower after taking well over 5 more minutes to show you how much he loved you— unable to get out of bed after both of your confessions. 

The department head, Dr. Smithson, an old-fashioned, by-the-book gentleman cleared his throat as he stood after one of the university’s chairmen ended his presentation on university donations and funding, “I know you are all wondering why we’ve called a mandatory meeting, especially right after midterms.” he likely chuckled along with other members of staff, “However, one of the announcements is, we would like to extend our deepest and most sincere congratulations to one of our esteemed alumni professors as he will be heading to Washington DC for the next year to teach some of the brightest minds of our century, Dr. Reed Richards!” he motioned to where Reed was sitting. 

Everyone turned back to find him, however he was lost in thought— as his mind replaying the last couple hours over in his mind. 

Dr. Thoms, a colleague, turned around in his seat, and cleared his throat, snapping Reed from his thoughts. 

Reed hummed, lost on what was just announced, “Hmm?” 

“Congrats on DC, you’ll do great!” he smiled and reached back to pat his leg gently. 

Reed’s stomach instantly dropped when he remembered what he was talking about, his face losing most of its color. 

Before the school year started he was approached to come teach at another university for a year as part of this school's “shared knowledge” teaching program. He said yes as nothing was keeping him here, he had nothing, no one to keep him here. However, that changed the second you came into his life. 

He had been so distracted by his research and trying to be everything you deserved that this arrangement slipped his mind. 

He can’t leave now. He just said he’d move in, he just told you he loves you. 

‘Fuck…’ was all that went through his mind.

—

As soon as the meeting dismissed he found himself making his way down to the chairmen and head, clearing his throat, “Uhm, excuse me, gentlemen, a word?” he buttoned his jacket up and ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to their table as they were in the process of packing up. 

Dr. Mikel smiled at him, “Reed, congratulations— you will love their program!” 

Reed tightly smiled then cleared his throat again, “About that, I can’t go… something has changed that affects my availability.” 

Dr. Smithson turned to look at him, “Dr. Richards, whatever has changed will have to work with his arrangement, son. There’s been arrangements made— one’s too complicated to undo.” 

Reed annoyingly chuckled, he hated how he called him that, son.

He jutted his jaw and smiled tightly before he cleared his throat, “Sir, with all due respect, but I don’t think you’re understanding me— I have arrangements that are too delicate to undo…” 

“Well— then pack them up and take them with you, this isn’t up for debate or discussion.” he snapped his briefcase closed, “I can’t and won’t undo this… it’s part of our program and we can’t lose the funding.” he moved towards Reed and patted him on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, son…” then started to walk up the stairs towards the exit. 

“And what if I don’t show up for the flight then, sir?” he challenged. 

“Well then, you wouldn’t be as smart as we thought you to be and you’d be fired as it would go against the contract you signed with them on behalf of our institution.” he turned back, “Whatever this is, this, arrangement… either end it or take it with you, but those are your only options.” he tsked and waved behind him as he walked up the rest of the stairs, wishing everyone goodbye still at the table. 

Reed stood there and for the first time in a very long time, he feared losing something, someone he loved. 

—

Reed went back to his place to pack more clothes and items after the meeting, subconsciously delaying having to tell you the news. He knew he couldn’t expect you to come with him, you had just asked him to move in with you, not move across the country. On top of that, you still had another semester. This wouldn’t work.

He sat on the couch and wrestled with what to do, what to say, how to say it. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed as he racked his brain.

He looked around at his place— it felt so cold, so empty. He felt so alive with you, being with you— your home felt so warm and peaceful. 

He sighed heavily and thought of what to do, then he’d made up his mind. 

He could find another job, at another university— but he couldn’t find another you.

When he got back you were sitting on your couch reading a book while Oli sat next to you, curled up. 

He came through the front door and you looked up from your book, instantly smiling, “You’re home…” your energy immediately warming up the room, causing all the anxiety he was holding onto to melt. 

“I’m home…” he smiled and put your house key in the entryway bowl. 

“I’ll get you a copy in town tomorrow, that way you have your own set.” you smiled and blushed to see him make his way to you, “How was your meeting?” you asked before he put his hands on the couch’s arm and back to lean down and gently kiss your lips. 

“Pointless.” he chuckled and kissed you again, humming as he pulled away, “I want to take you out tonight, celebrate midterms bein’ done…” he smiled as he gently nudged your nose against his, “Get dressed up, go somewhere nice, show you off…” he gently kissed you again. 

“But what if someone…” you started to say, sounding concerned but he cut you off by cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply and slowly a few times. 

He pulled back slowly and smiled against your lips, “Let ‘em…” 

You blushed and softly bit your bottom lip, looking up at him, “You sure? Won’t you g-…”

He shook his head and softly stroked your cheek, smiling softly, his eyes dancing back and forth between yours and your lips, “I don’t care. I’m taking the woman that I love out for dinner and if anyone has a problem with that… let ‘em… I can handle it.” he said, not a single ounce of doubt in his voice. 

You nodded and smiled, leaning back up to kiss him gently a few times before pulling back and asking, “When you say dress up, how fancy are we talking?” 

He smirked and bit his lip, “Wear that white silk dress you have in your closet…” he pushed himself off the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, keeping eye contact with you, “Now, I need to shower, would you like to join me?” 

You bit your lip and got up from the couch, “Do you even need to ask?” you giggled as his lips immediately fell onto yours and he picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. 

3 hours, 2 rounds, and 1 taxi ride later, you arrived at The Water Lily. A hugely expensive, fine-dining restaurant that also serves as a hotel in downtown New York. 

Reed held the taxi door open for you and his hand for you to take. 

As soon as you exited the taxi you looked up at the bright lights and greenery that the outside was beautifully covered in, you were speechless.

You took his hand and he smiled at your reaction, “Will this be ok?” he asked.

You chuckled lightly and looked at him, “How did you swing this? I thought the waitlist was 2 years!” 

He chuckled and began to walk with you holding onto his arm as you walked, “I’m good friends with the owner and chef, Ben, we grew up together.” he walked up to the hostess stand and smiled at the gentleman standing there as he asked, “Good evening sir, reservation?” 

“Richards, Reed Richards for two tonight…” he looked down at you and smiled warmly. 

“Of course sir. Will your usual table do well tonight?” he asked as he grabbed two menus from the stand. 

He looked back at the young man and smiled, “It’ll be perfect, thank you, Matthew…” 

Matthew led you to a more intimate area of the dining room, secluded but not private. 

Reed took out your chair for you and pushed it in as you sat down, gently touching your bare shoulder with his hand before going to sit in his seat across the table. 

“Would you like me to tell Chef that you’re here?” Matthew asked turning to Reed. 

“Only if he’s not busy Matt, we can’t have him slacking on a night like this-- full house, again?” he smiled and then looked over at you, a soft smile stretching across his lips. 

Matthew nodded and gathered your drink orders before stating your waiter, John, would be over soon. 

Once Matthew left, Reed tilted his head and smiled, like he was studying you. 

You felt his gaze on you, you looked up and smiled and softly chuckled as you were looking over the menu, “What’s the matter, my love?” 

He sighed softly and tsked before standing and taking his plate, putting it to the spot next to you, rather than across, “You’re too far away…” 

You put the menu down and giggled watching him, blushing at his efforts-- always wanting to be near you. 

He moved the chair as well and then sat down and looked at you for a moment then bit his bottom lip, “Mmm still not close enough…” he reached under your chair and pulled you closer to him, “Come ‘ere…”

You giggled more and grabbed your menu and plate quickly as he moved you, then set them down-- turning to look at him as he was now inches away from you. 

He reached over and cupped your cheek. You blushed and asked leaning into his touch, “Better?” 

He nodded and leaned in, whispering, “Better.” then kissed you slowly and deeply a few times. 

Your dinner was one of the best meals you’ve ever had. Reed and you shared each other's meals, taking bites of each other's dishes, and enjoying the food and atmosphere. 

You two were enjoying your glasses of wine, laughing together about a story Reed was sharing with you about his childhood and Ben’s-- waiting for your dessert to arrive when a gentleman and woman came to your table. The man playfully grabbbed Reed’s shoulder. 

“When were you going to tell me about DC, you cheeky bastard!” he shook his shoulder, deep belly laughing. 

You looked up to see who it was and you instantly noticed, a professor from the university, one you had years ago, your stomach dropped slightly. 

Reed nervously chuckled, “Davis! Long time, how are you?” he grabbed his hand and shook it, keeping his other arm around the back of your chair, lightly rubbing his thumb against your back to calm you and subconsciously, him. 

“I’m doing well— haven’t seen you since orientation!” he looked to his wife, “This guy is always locked in his office or lab testing some theory…” he looked back to Reed, “Doesn’t shock me one bit about what you’re doin’ this next year, you lucky duck!” he chuckled. 

You looked at Reed, not knowing what he was talking about, trying to read his energy and expression but before you could get him to look at you Davis chuckled again, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you and your uh… date?” he smiled as you looked up at him with a small smile. 

Reed cleared his throat and looked at you, “I’m sorry, where are my manners? Honey, this is Davis Bellows, a professor I work with at the university…” he tried to keep his nerves from being apparent in his voice.

Davis held out his hand and you took it, shaking it softly, introducing yourself. 

He tilted his head after introducing you to his wife, “I’m sorry, have we met before? You look very familiar…” 

Reed’s posture stiffened up and his hand from your back moved to his knee, which was bouncing anxiously under the table, he was internally panicking. ‘Fuck he recognizes her… shit, shit…’ was running through his head. 

You could feel his leg bouncing and quickly looked at Reed, picking up on his anxiety. You wasted no time and took his hand under the table, giving it a supportive squeeze before looking up at your old professor. 

You had him for your freshman year, close to 4 years ago, but people can forget old professors, just like professors can forget old students, “I don’t believe so…” you smiled “I have come to see Reed at his work, perhaps you’ve seen me there?” you partially lied. 

Reed looked over at you the moment your hand held his and felt the anxiety of being caught melt away, he leaned over and kissed your temple gently, “She brings me coffee and dinner sometimes, don’t you, sweetheart?” another partial lie. 

You nodded and smiled at him, gently reaching your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, “Long hours this one works, but it’s important work.” you smiled lovingly then turned to Davis, “I’m sure you’ve seen me one time or another then…” you smiled softly, taking Reed’s hand again under the table. 

He nodded and smiled at Reed’s gentleness, which no one got to see a side of-- which meant he was truly happy. Something Davis in the 5 years of knowing Reed, had never seen. He looked back at you, “That’s very likely, well it’s lovely to meet you…” 

You nodded and smiled back, “Likewise Davis…” 

He cleared his throat and smiled at Reed, “I’ll let you both get back to your dinner, I’m sorry to have interrupted, I just wanted to wish you well…” he nodded and winked, smiling genuinely before walking away with his wife. 

You smiled and took a deep breath before letting out a small chuckle, looking over at Reed, “I was one of the most annoying freshmen in his class and he doesn’t remember me… that’s shocking.” 

Reed let out a chuckle and leaned over to kiss your cheek, “How anyone could forget you… is beyond me…” he flirted.

You smiled and turned in your seat to face him more openly, “So tell me, what’s this DC thing?” you said smiling, thinking it wasn’t as big as it was.

He turned a little bit as well and bit the inside of his cheek before looking at you, “For the record, I was going to tell you about it later tonight. But also, I’ve already made my decision, so, I just… I need you to understand that it’s somethin’ I’m not budging on…” he softly said. 

He said that and your stomach took another slight drop– now feeling some anxiety creep up your back, “Reed, what’s going on?” 

He took your hand and kissed it softly, looking at you, brown eyes soft and kind, “Before the school year started, I was approached to teach at a university in DC for a full year starting at the end of this semester.” he looked at the table in front of him then back at you, “I accepted, without knowing well, you know…” he looked down at your hand and shyly smiled, “Bein’ in love wasn’t in the cards at the time…” he took a moment, swallowing and inhaling a small breath, “They announced it at the meeting today and honestly, I forgot about the whole arrangement, completely. I’ve been so busy with work and putting my time into us… it slipped my mind…” sighed softly, looking at your hand as he softly danced his fingers against it. 

You listened and nodded along, “When do you leave?” 

He looked up at you, “What?” 

You softly smiled, “Well, if it’s the school I’m thinking they’d ask you to teach at in DC, then it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…” you looked down at your hands, “You’d be a fool not to go sweetheart…” 

He shook his head and ducked his head down to find your eyes, looking into them, “I’m not leavin’ you… I’m not leavin’ us. I can find another job, another university, hell, I’d find another career– but I can’t find another you.” he kissed your hand again, “If… I don’t know– maybe if circumstances were different and you didn’t need to stay for school, I’d ask you to come with me.” he sadly smiled, “...but I can’t ask you to sacrifice your education like that when you’re one semester away from graduation, so I’m stayin’…” he nodded, looking at you certain, stuck in his decision.

You tilted your head, confused, and chuckled softly, “Honey, I’m done with school at the end of this semester.” 

He looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Wait, what?” his posture changed, getting a tad bit closer.

You smiled and explained, “I took extra classes last year to put me on track to graduate at the end of the fall semester… that’s when my scholarship runs out.” you shrugged, “I graduate as soon as we are done this semester…” you lightly chuckled. 

He instantly felt the load he had been carrying for the past several hours disappear.

He surprised you when he leaned in and gently kissed you and before pulling back, whispering, “Then come with me…” saying it before his anxiety stopped him from asking. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him, now you were confused, again, “What?” 

“Come with me… to DC…” he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, swallowing nervously, “We’ll uh… move in together, just, do it… in a new place… together…” he tucked your hair behind your ear gently, “What do you say?” he looked at you, hope and sincerity in his eyes. 

You didn’t know what to say, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, butterflies erupting in your stomach, and your mind racing a million miles a minute– so you smiled and nodded, whispering, “Ok…” 

He let out a small chuckle and looked into your eyes, “Yeah?” he smiled wider, “Really?” he raised his eyebrows and nudged his nose against yours as you continued to nod and giggle softly. 

“Yes, really…” you leaned in and kissed him, starting slow and deep, before slowly pecking his lips as you rambled on after a few moments sharing each other's lips, “Shit, we’ve got so much to do in that time to prep… we’ve gotta schedule movers, find a place, I need t-” 

Reed stopped your rambling by kissing you once then whispering, “I love you… God, I’m so in love with you…” his eyes danced over your face, memorizing its features from the freckles on your nose to the small dimple in your cheek, “I…it’s changed my chemical makeup. I’ll never be the same.” he smiled hovering against your lips, “I love you…” 

You bit your lip gently and looked at him before nudging his nose with yours, gently dancing yours with his, whispering back, “I love you…” 

Reed smiled and brushed your cheek softly, “I booked us a room upstairs, thought a small getaway could be nice, you wanna ditch dessert and order some room service?” 

You nodded, “Yes, please…” 

Reed stood and offered his hand for you to take when you heard a man’s voice with a Chicago accent boom from the dining area, “Do my eyes and ears deceive me? Did my dear friend Mister Reed Richards bring a girl to my restaurant?” 

A man around Reed’s age came out in culinary wear, grinning a shit-eating grin as he approached the two of you, “My my, aren’t you a gorgeous sight…” 

You smiled and chuckled lightly, “And you must be Ben��� I’ve heard so much about you.” you winked. 

Reed instinctively put his hand on the small of your back, “Nice of you to come out and grace us with your presence…” he smiled at him, “Sweetheart, this is my good friend and the chef, Ben Grimm…” 

He held out his hand, “A pleasure to finally meet you…” 

You introduced yourself and smiled taking his hand and gently shaking it. 

He then gently kissed it and winked, “I’ve heard so much about you from Reed…” he let go of your hand and stood with his hands in his pockets, “He won’t stop talkin’ about you lately whenever he answers my calls…” he jabbed at Reed.

You blushed and looked up at Reed, “Is that so?” 

Reed narrowed his eyes and put his hand to his lip, messing with his facial hair above his chin, smirking at Ben for outing him, chuckling shyly. 

Ben grinned, “What’s that Richards, cat got your tongue bud?” 

Reed chuckled and shook his head then looked down at you, “Yes, that’s true… I talk about you often.” he smiled and rubbed the small of your back. 

You smiled and then looked at Ben, “Reed was just tellin’ me at dinner about you and the dance you two went to sophomore year of high school– remind me what did Ben do again, baby?” you smirked as you looked at Reed, playing chess with Ben, jabbing back teasingly.

Ben turned a shade of red and Reed chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek at your cheekiness, “Why don’t you refresh my memory, Ben, was it before or after the dance that you p-...” 

Ben quickly cut him off, waving his hands in surrender, “Ok, I get it, an eye for an eye…” he chuckled and came over, nudging his shoulder, “I’ll shut up.” he smiled and looked at you, nodding at Reed, “I’ll admit, it’s good to see him like this though.” he looked at him then at you, “You bring out a side of him I’ve not seen in a while-- I hope to see it more.” 

You smiled at Ben, “I'm not goin' anywhere so I'll continue to try…” you shyly looked down for a moment before looking up at Ben again.

Reed cleared his throat softly, smiling softly, “You’ll be seein’ it for a while long longer. She’s comin’ with me to DC…” he pulled you closer into him and kissed the top of your head. 

Ben smiled brightly, “That’s wonderful news! You’ll keep an eye on him for me, yeah?” he winked at you. 

You nodded and smiled warmly, “Of course! And you’ll have to come to visit– I’m dying to know how you made that tortellini tonight… was it a red wine reduction you did?” you complimented. 

He chuckled, “A woman with a refined pallet? Damn Reed, you’re one lucky man…” he tsked and then bowed his head, hearing the kitchen getting busy, then looked back up at the two of you, “I should get back. However, I’ll take you up on that offer. Let me know when you get to DC and I’ll come visit, cook you two a meal. Call it a house warmin’ gift.” he winked and started to back away slowly, “It was lovely to meet you, you take good care of my friend…” he smiled at you then looked at Reed, “And you, don’t do anythin’ I would— nothin’ to lose her…” he joked and winked. 

Reed winked at his friend and then reached down to take your hand, “Shall we?” he kissed it coming to stand in front of you. 

You blushed and hummed, looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, “Room service for dessert or can I order something off the menu?” you looked at his lips hungrily, slowly tracing your hand down the lapel of his dress jacket. 

“Something or someone, my love?” he grinned. 

Your eyes came to meet his, and you smirked, “Mmm… you think we can order up some strawberries and whipped cream?” you tilted your head playfully then took a step back, tugging gently on his tie.

He chuckled as he moved forward with you, reaching to grab your waist, “That doesn’t answer my question…” 

You bit your lip and let out a small giggle, “It doesn’t?” you lightly licked your lips and then your eyes trailed down to his belt, and you grinned before your eyes shot back up to his, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out then…” smirked.

You let go of his tie and began walking out of the restaurant doors towards the hotel elevator, swaying your hips and for a moment looking over your shoulder seductively, leaving him behind.

He grinned and chuckled lowly before he quickly pulled out his wallet, and threw whatever cash he had at the table for the meal and tip before rushing after you. His cock started to strain against his pants. 

You made it to the elevator just as it had opened. You got in and leaned your back against the wall, tilting your head at him as he was walking quickly towards you, “You comin’ handsome?” 

The bellboy looked back at you and then looked at him, “What floor sir?” he was turning a shade of red by the energy of the two of you. 

Reed lightly slapped a fifty dollar bill against the young man’s chest, “23, and if you keep your eyes forward I’ll double that…” 

The bellboy chuckled, shocked, “Yes sir…” he took the bill and clenched it in his hand before turning forward, focusing on the buttons as the doors closed. 

Reed then moved forward, and grabbed your waist, cupping your cheek, lowly growling, “You’ve been driving me mad with this dress all night…” he leaned down and began kissing you, passionately. He moved his hand from your waist to pull your leg up and wrap around him before sliding his hand down your calf to bring your dress up, slipping his hand under the fabric and up your bare skin. 

Your hands fell against his chest and loosely around his neck when he grabbed you, biting your bottom lip before his lips crashed into yours, taking the air right out of your lungs. 

He pressed himself against you, caging you in against the cold wall. You let out a small moan against his mouth as you could feel his achingly hard cock, begging to be released. 

He groaned softly and gripped onto your thigh, smirking, “Shh... behave…” he moved his lips to begin kissing your neck, causing your head to fall against the wall, pursing your lips together to hold in your sounds. 

As he kissed and softly sucked, his hand under your dress moved further up. To his ultimate surprise– finding you were not wearing panties. 

If he wasn’t in an elevator, with a bellboy and security camera, he’d fall to his knees and suckle at your core like it was his last meal. 

He cursed under his breath then moved up to your ear and whispered, “When were you going to tell me about you not wearin’ any panties?” he softly sucked on your earlobe. 

You couldn’t help but giggle instead of moan as your hand threaded through his hair, keeping his head where it was, “I wanted it to be a surprise…” you whispered back. 

His hand moved to slide between your legs, fingers dipping between your soaked folds, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a strained whisper, “Reed…” before your hand moved from his head to grip his shoulder.

He pulled back from your ear and looked at you, grinning, “What’s wrong, my love?” he teased, slowly sliding his finger deeper within your folds, teasing your entrance. 

You looked at him and shook your head, then swallowed a moan down, your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lip, chest heaving. 

He grinned and focused on your lips, watching each little reaction as he slowly slid a digit into your warmth. 

You gasped back a moan, feeling yourself clench around him, and then a loud ‘ding’ sounded, indicating one of two things– you prayed for the latter.

The bellboy softly cleared his throat, “Floor 23 sir…” keeping his eyes where they were. 

Reed smirked as he removed himself from you, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking it clean then quickly pecking your lips.

You bit your lip, aroused like a bitch in heat at that action.

He then backed up a step, reaching into his jacket to pull out a hundred-dollar bill, before taking your hand and pulling you with him, putting the bill in the front pocket of the bellboy's jacket, “Have a good night…” 

“You too…” he said nodding to Reed. 

“Oh, trust me, I will…” Reed said with a low timber to his voice as the elevator doors closed.

He pulled you up against him, leaning in, grinning, “Now, where were we?” he said breathlessly before his lips were back on yours, panting softly and you both devoured each other's lips.

After several minutes and being pinned against the wall, sharing heated passionate kissing of each other's lips and bodies, and almost undressing each other in the middle of the hall-- he picked you up and took you down the hall to enjoy his much-desired dessert for the rest of the night. 

the end...

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“Oh, what the fuck? How’d you get in?” 

Jungkook’s eyes are barely open, but he is already lifting his covers for you to join him. He can’t help but offer you a sleepy smirk as you undress your outside layer. Eyeing your thin and flimsy pajamas, you attempt to sound strict and lay the boundary for tonight.

“Stop looking at me like that…” You warn. “Jungkook, we are not fucking.”

He puts his hands up, pouting innocently. “Can we revisit the topic after your meeting?”

You glare at him. 

“... Fine,” you huff, settling beside him. Jungkook feels instant relief as he reaches for your body and pulls you closer. 

Happily, he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your stomach. He has waited for this all day. It was the one thing he was looking forward to. Even if you didn't come, he was looking forward to dreaming about it. Yet, here you are... Holding him like he's all yours.

Which he is.

The placement is just a little shy under your boobs, so you can’t blame him when he sneakily slides his hand under your shirt and squeezes them. 

“Jungkook!” you laugh, playfully pushing him away. “Seriously? Just wait an hour.”

“So we are fucking after your meeting? In an hour to be exact?”

You purse your lips at him. “Pookie, can’t you just behave?”

He ponders. Then, he remembers he doesn’t give a shit. 

“When does your meeting start?” He asks. 

You reach over for your laptop and turn the screen on. Reading the time, you shrug at him in response. “Hmmm... In like 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes is enough time,” Jungkook insists, giving you no time to escape. Hastily, he places small and sweet kisses on your lips and then on your cheeks. 

Giggling, you push him off with a groan. “Yah, Jungkook—”

“Oh come on, pookie! Did you really think my back was the only thing that was gonna get rubbed tonight?”

Your mouth drops. 

Jungkook laughs heartily as you roll your eyes at him and complain about his unhinged behaviour. Once your whining dies down, he pulls you even closer and sinks into your body. He holds you tight as you rub his back. 

“Were you napping to ignore your problems?” you ask him quietly. “And can you—holy shit—I can’t breathe! Do you have to hold me so tight?”

It feels like your bones are about to be crushed. Jungkook’s body is warm and so fucking beefy. It’s comfortable and all but wow do you need some air. In response, he buries his face in your body, tightening his grip. You let out a squeal. 

“Yes,” he murmurs. “If I don’t, you might run away.”

Dramatically, you gasp for air. “J-Jungkook, I won’t run away. I’m in my pajamas. I’d have to get dressed first, of course!”

Your joke doesn’t amuse him. 

“When I fall asleep… You might leave.” Jungkook says, revealing his hidden feelings. 

You bite your inner cheek, navigating through your feelings. Honestly, his room was warmly lit… It’s pretty chilly tonight… Not to mention that it is getting kind of late… Maybe you should stay the night. Although it’s kind of funny he assumed you were going to leave. Never have you ever done that to him. Never ever could you do it. 

“I’ll only leave if you snore.” You tease him, booping his nose. “Also, I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper."

He scrunches his nose in response. “Now you know. Take note for next time,” Jungkook yawns. “And yeah… I didn’t know if you were actually coming so I thought I would just sleep off my bad mood.”

“Did it work?”

Jungkook lets out a drowsy-like chuckle. “No. You woke me up.”

“Geez, okay… I’ll leave—”

Jungkook plops up on his elbows and hisses, “Shut up and listen to my day, woman. You’re the only good thing in my life so you’re not allowed to leave. Don’t even joke about that. God, you’re so fucking mean—”

You cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. Kissing him gently, you add another peck as you pull away. Holding his face close, you kiss his cheeks and murmur, “Hmmm, sorry, sorry…”

He huffs, pouting for another kiss. You give in. 

Then, he begins to ramble about all the things that made his day so horrible. 

You lay there, rubbing his back, and offer a few, “Mhmm,”’s “Oh, seriously?” and a few, “Eww. No, you’re so right. That sounds awful. I’d be upset too.” Listening to his tired voice makes you sleepy. Not that he’s boring but more because it was so soothing. That’s something you would have never admitted a few months ago…

But things change. 

He changed.

You changed too. 

Unexpectedly, being together is so comforting. Despite being each other's pain in the ass, you two were always there for each other. You two, for some odd reason, have begun to need one another. 

Each other’s warmth, each other’s touch, and each other’s presence—all of it. 

God, you two just made everything better for one another.

If falling in love was a feeling… This is it. 

Being with Jungkook is so easy.

Like... You never understood when people said that about their significant other, but now you do. The weird part is... He isn't even yours.

It's like whenever you have issues that are blown up in your head, he doesn’t try to find solutions. Instead, he listens and helps you reflect. Jungkook has a good understanding of what is his to handle and honestly? He handles you well. 

Besides, being with you is his favourite part of living. It’s as if his body wasn’t aching from the 4 hour long soccer practice. It’s as if nothing mattered because at the end of the day—if it meant that he could be with you. 

Your meeting goes smoothly. Jungkook behaves (let’s give him a gold star!) and at one point, he falls asleep. His little snores made you roll your eyes, but it didn’t motivate you to leave. If anything, it’s the reason you stayed. When the call ends, Jungkook slides his hands down your shorts and chuckles. 

“Forgot to eat dinner,” he claims, peaking with one eye. “Lemme eat that pussy…”

You blink at him. 

He returns your look with a pout. 

“Pretty please?”

You stay still. 

Then, he huffs and abruptly gets up. “You’re so annoying,” Jungkook groans as he walks to his door. Just as he’s about to leave, he makes his final comment. “Do you know how hard it was to not eat you out while you were being all cute and academic? I behaved and now I’m starving. I’m gonna make some food. You craving anything—oh fuck yes.”

Jungkook’s words are cut off as you fling your panties onto his face. 

He blinks at you, scrunching your panties in his hands. His eyes almost fall out of his head as you open your legs and lean back against his headboard. Oh, god... He is so lucky. Today truly is the best day of his life.

Jungkook watches with steady eyes as you lift your flimsy top to expose your breasts. Then, you put your hands to your sides and grip his bed sheets. He loves the way you look right now... It's mesmerizing.

Therefore, Jungkook wastes no time.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." He praises your body, more than ready to dive in. You roll your eyes at him but secretly love this. You know you do. You feel it between your legs and even in your heart.

He positions himself in between your legs and kisses your inner thigh. As he begins, you grip his hair with one hand and whimper, "y-you... Craving you."

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 13

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Johanna thinks men are stupid and she doesn’t respect them (pls tell me someone gets this reference)

Content Warnings - your fave is an idiot (for now)

District 13 is lonely. They still won’t let you have any visitors and haven’t quite determined if you are safe yet. Their constant dismissal of your words reminds you of why you went mute all those years ago.

“Please,” you beg one of the doctors. “What do I have to do to prove I’m not a danger? You released Annie a week ago.”

“Miss Y/L/N I am not approved to clear you. That decision is made elsewhere,” the doctor responds.

“Then let me speak to whoever’s in charge!” you demand. “There has to be some way for me to show you all that I’m harmless.”

Ten minutes later you are sitting in front of a lady named President Coin. Your hands and feet are still cuffed but they gave you a jumpsuit to wear instead of your hospital gown. They wheeled you over here in a wheelchair despite your constant reminders that you could walk just fine.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Coin states. “What can I do for you?”

“I want to be released from the hospital,” you firmly state. “I’m of no danger to anyone here.”

“I’m afraid we cannot do that,” Coin replies.

“Why?” you ask.

“It was risky enough to bring you to thirteen,” Coin explains. “We can’t have someone as rogue as you wandering amongst the general population. It’s too dangerous.”

“How many times do I have to explain to you that I’m no longer a danger to anyone?” you practically shout. “They didn’t hurt me in the capital. They gave me some treatment that made me better. I’m not feral anymore.”

“And how am I supposed to believe that?” Coin asks.

“I didn’t talk to anyone for five years besides Finnick,” you snort. “You think I’d be talking to you if I wasn’t healed?”

“That is a fair point,” she sighed. “Maybe we could come to a compromise. I won’t permit your release yet but I will allow you to have pre-approved visitors on the condition that a soldier can monitor the visits and administer sedative if necessary. We can revisit this arrangement in two weeks and adjust based on results.”

“Fine,” you huff. “I just want to see Finnick.”

An hour later, Finnick comes to visit. You reach out to pull him onto the bed with you but he sticks to the edge of the room, sitting down in a chair in the opposite corner.

“Finn,” you whine. “Come here.”

“They told me I need to stay five feet away,” he states. “for my own safety.”

“Well that sounds a lot like a rule you ignored for the past five years,” you shrug. He just shakes his head in response.

“I can’t,” he states. “Not until I know you aren’t going to hurt me.”

You look at him dumbfounded. He thinks you would hurt him?

“You really think I’m going to hurt you?” you ask him.

“I,” he stutters. “I don’t know.”

“They fixed me,” you explain. “I can talk to everyone now. No more violent outbursts or breakdowns.”

He just shakes his head and puts his hands on his temples.

“If you’re just going to treat me like a feral animal, then leave,” you state, causing him to look up at you. What hurts the most is the fact that he actually does get up and leave.

He doesn’t trust you.

Three days later, Johanna comes to see you. Finnick hasn’t come back since you told him to leave so you’ve been all alone in your room.

“Hey Fiesty,” she mutters as she sits down on your bed. “What are you up to nowadays?”

“Nothing much,” you shrug. “I just got moved from one prison to another.” This answer gets a small laugh out of Johanna.

“Glad to see you’re talking again,” she states. “When are they letting you out?”

“They aren’t,” you respond.

“Oh come on,” she groans. “You’re harmless. Don’t tell me Finnick hasn’t tried convincing Coin to release you.”

“He hasn’t,” you reply, shaking your head. “He doesn’t trust me. He thinks I’m going to hurt him like how Peeta hurt Katniss.”

“Ugh. Men are so stupid,” Johanna groans. “I’ll talk some sense into him when he visits me this afternoon.”

“He visits you?” you ask. “Why doesn’t he visit me?”

“Because he’s stupid,” Johanna snorts. “Don’t worry. I’ll go fix your relationship.”

“It’s not a relationship!” you exclaim as she leaves your room.

“Shut up Fiesty!” she yells as she finally exits.

“Hey idiot,” Johanna states as Finnick enters her room. He looks like he didn’t sleep again.

“What did I do this time?” he groans.

“You’ve been avoiding Fiesty,” she replies. “She’s locked up in a room all by herself and I’m the only one who has visited her in days.”

“I can’t see her,” he responds, fiddling with the rope in his hands. “It isn’t safe.”

“Stop being an idiot,” Johanna states, causing Finnick to look up at her. “I don’t know exactly what her treatment entailed but it definitely wasn’t the same as mine or Peeta’s. She never screamed. She didn’t have a single cut or bruise on her body when they rescued her. They even polished the bite mark off her wrist. If they had done anything to her, I think someone would have noticed by now.”

“You said before that her room was near Peeta’s,” Finnick comments. “Did he see or hear anything?”

“Well I’m not allowed to see him so I haven’t been able to ask,” Johanna shrugs. “One of the soldiers, the one who is supposedly Katniss’ cousin, told me that Fiesty made a comment about Peeta being dangerous when she was brought in but he didn’t think much about it till he attacked Katniss. If she was also dangerous, I don’t think she would have tried to warn anyone.”

“I don’t know…” Finnick sighs.

“Look,” Johanna states firmly. “We will go visit her together, first thing tomorrow, and I will show you that she’s not dangerous.“

“Fine,” Finnick relents.

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[whosafraidofmarklee]

but if the story is over, why am i still writing pages?

pairings: anton x yn

genre: angst.... fluff, if u squint

wc: 1802 words

summary: 25 footnotes meditating on the failing relationship between anton and reader

notes: was seriously thinking about the form of footnotes as part of my own research...ending up conjuring this homunculus of a beast instead. not proofread, sorry lawls

1 Footnotes. I think that they can be poetic, if you let them be. When you first heard about footnotes, you laughed and said that it's so funny to visualise it. Yes, the foot of the whole page, notes relegated to the bottom of the paper. The superscript almost like the toes, spread out beyond the demarcated line. You always told me off for writing long ass footnotes at the end of my essays because: “nobody ever reads them, YN.” Because to you, all there is to know is in the main body of the text. But in our story, I think there is much to revisit for me to retrace where we begin falling apart. It doesn’t really do justice for me to go back into our main story to pick it apart — i’d like to stay in tact. I’ll revisit us through these notes. An afterthought. An undoing of our tapestry at its seams. Maybe then I can find out why you decided to leave me.

2 Correction: you used to tell people that we met because you saw me first, headlonging toward you after I tripped on my shoes. The truth is that I saw you first and felt like the entire universe condensed itself into this singular moment. Hence, my falling. I saw you first, not the other way round. I saw you first, and last.

3 Your laugh used to puncture through all my worries, no matter the day. Now I am puncturing our story with these words.

4 I still remember you stumbling over your words when you asked me out for dinner for the first time. Your voice soft, as if you were trying to  loosely stitch together all the words of this stupid language to present it to me. Your words floated in the air for awhile before tumbling down in the space between us. I said yes. Not because I felt bad that you embarrassed yourself in front of me. But because I saw you sitting next to me years down the road, having breakfast in our all-green kitchen, tired from a night of laughter and domestic silence.

5 We used to fight over which side of the bed we wanted to claim. Unlike normal couples that have a designated side, we kept each other on our toes when we snuggled into the other’s side when the other was in the bathroom. Never out of malice, no. We just couldn’t choose. The bed became a wrestling ground of space, and so became our dreams. We had always been slippery, perhaps. 

6 Are you finally reading this, Anton?  

7 I think the smell of chlorine is permanently infused into my nose’s DNA now from the days I spent sitting in that frigid swimming complex for you. I still remember your smug smile everytime you emerged from the water, droplets cascading off of your Greek structure. You used to doodle illegibly next to my notes on Greek sculptures: “hey thats me”; “tis me if i was greek”; “is this sculpture named anton”; “do u see me in dis yn”. It fascinated you. To answer your question, yes, I do see you in these sculptures. But not because of the similarities in physique. But because you withstood the test of time in the pantheon of my mind. 

8 Did you realise that the spark in your eye began dimming everytime I brought up our future? 

9 Was it here? When you came home late one day from an afterparty and couldn’t hold a proper conversation with me, complaining about being too worn out. When you used to barrel straight toward me after every victory, no matter the circumstance. But you begin spending more time with your team instead of coming home after your trainings. Unanswered texts, unoccupied spaces. I used to wait by our lovechair until my head lolled to the side. You never walked through on time.

10 You did apologise. Multiple times, in fact. And said that we could try again. And so we did.

10 There was one morning we went to the farmers’ market bright and early. Not that we had anything in mind to do there, you just wanted us to spend time together again. You had an obnoxiously huge baguette in your arms and I had bags of apples – the kind you loved – stuffed deep in my bag. Our hands were sweaty from holding onto each other through the crowd, as if the heat itself was trying mould us together. You were happy and I was too. “I wish everyday was like this”, you said. 

10 Something particularly devastating about two people who could just not get it right, no matter how many fresh starts we got. Did we use up all of ours in the span of two years? Was there an expiration date somewhere that I missed that you scrawled out on your own in the dark when I was fast asleep? 

11 Eleven footnotes too many.

12 I was the first person you always played your songs to. Even at the clunkiest, when your fingers would hesitate against the strings, or when your tongue couldn’t find it in itself to move. We went back to your papers and pen and started over.

13 We went on a trip once. You always slept in through your alarms and I was always an early riser. We got used to our rhythms by now, me with a book nestled next to your sleeping body, waiting until you stirred. The words on the page didn’t interest me anymore. I was watching you. Your fluttering lashes, how your chest expanded with every inhale, a merciful reminder to me that you were here. Even though we were 1268km away from home, you were here. 

14 Oh, or was it this time when you came home late again and I stood by the door, eyes scarlet and dry from waiting up. You did not text me or anything, but the moment you saw me standing by the door, it was like something clicked in your mind. “Did I make you wait again?”  

15 But the truth is, I would have waited forever. Even if it meant sitting through my grief, my petulance and my impatience. I would have rather sat behind that blue door we shared, knowing the exact way the floor creaked below your feet leading you back home to me, than to have not known it at all. Somewhere in between all this waiting, you decided to not make me wait anymore. 

16 You thought of it as an act of grace. You, being merciful to me. But time had always been merciful to us, we just had to bend it toward us and not let go. 

17 After you left, I wondered what I could do with all my waiting. All the time used up, waiting for you to come back to me. I prayed that the road we were heading down had a bend that we did not know of, or a roundabout where we would eventually bump into each other again at the same intersection, and we would laugh like we always did after mornings of badly-made coffee, our hands would naturally suture themselves together and we’d let our feet take our memorised route home.

18 Was it really mercy, Anton, that after you left, I saw your wide smile constructed through pixels, your elated eyes looking at someone else instead of me? That you seemed so fine when I am here writing my afterthoughts, combing through our story, as if I could fix language in itself. I can’t fix it. I know. And you’ve always hated my footnotes. I know that too.

19 But a part of me still hopes that you stayed and read through the bylines with me. That a part of you lay awake in the middle of the night, writing your own footnotes about us like I am doing right now. That perhaps your ultimate act of mercy is realising that you let time win and you’d finally decide to swim out of the circular ocean of unchanging numbers and not make me wait anymore.

20 Footnotes lay dormant, only coming to life when someone decides to read them. It is a form of waiting too. I am trying to resurrect us, even from the sidelines, can you hear me?

21 And if that is the case, I guess I can say anything I want as I hide in here. I miss you. And I love you. I’d throw away all the clocks in the world if it meant you don’t have to worry about me waiting anymore.

21 Doodle next to this note. Please. Anything at all. In your usual jagged writing. Even a dash of black ink from you would reignite every cell in me.

22 Is it ever possible to finish a story without notes? How can a body of literature ever be fully perfect and complete without the writer wanting to add? Do notes then provide structure, in addition to the predictable plot? Or do notes present itself as fragments? Fragmented thoughts amid a complete story. How do you even structure love after it has waned? Our love liquified at the very temperature that kept my heart beating and before I could gather it into a makeshift mould, hardened itself in the cracks of these letters. 

23 Anton, do you remember singing me to sleep everytime my insomnia punctuated my nights? You’d cradle me and tell me that everything is all right. Your sacccharine voice dulling all my bittersweet dreams. Sing me to sleep one last time, please. 

24 Have I bore you enough with my words? Did I keep you waiting?

25 Twenty-five footnotes for the twenty-five months we spent together. I can taste the ink on my tongue when I articulate the numbers. Twenty-five. I still miss you, at twenty-nine. I am beginning to think that there was never fault to begin with. Just like how numbers are chronological, letters naturally fall after the other, seasons come cascading without prompt, nothing I did could have stopped time from moving. Blame is easy when everything has already happened. Reliving our love through notes did not help, I was resurrected with every new comment I had but nothing more. None of these conjured you. I should put my pen down and walk away, I know. Resistance against what had been written cannot be fought alone. I’ll continue living our love through these scattered, pulsed ashes. Maybe you’ll find me here someday and we can tear up these pages and start anew. Continue writing the story without ever needing these afterthoughts. One complete story, one complete truth. I’ll continue waiting. It was the only thing I was ever good at, anyway. 

[forest-hashira]

Naked in Osaka

hi friends! this is my submission for @pixelcafe-network's "challenge friday" that they do every other week! the prompt this week was a random song selected by shuffle, and my assigned song was "Naked In Manhattan" by Chappell Roan, and after a bit of debate (& some help from friends), i decided to go with shoko for this fic. it's a quick thing, but it was fun! i hope to write more for female characters in the future, and this was a good jumping off point 💜

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.6k | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, but implied fem reader based on song lyrics), alcohol consumption, making out, implied smut at the end (kinda?), implied first sapphic experience (thus the pride divider), shoko calls reader "cute", minor background stsg

“Please leave your message after the tone.” Beep.

“Hey Sho, I know you just landed, and I know you're probably busy, but I would love to see you, so call me when you can.” 

You sighed softly to yourself as you ended the call, tucking your cellphone into your pocket. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that you’d gotten Shoko’s voicemail – she’d been out of the country on a trip and had only just gotten back – but it was still a bit of a disappointment. You hadn’t been able to see her much since you’d graduated from Jujutsu High together, since you’d moved to Osaka just a few weeks later. She was good about returning your calls and texts, so you tried not to think about it too much.

Despite how infrequently you got to see your friend in person, she never really left your thoughts. In fact, you probably thought about her more than was normal. The two of you had been pretty close in school, spending a lot of your time together, especially when Gojo and Geto were off on missions or otherwise wrapped up in each other. You’d been friends with the boys too, of course, but your one on one time with Shoko was where you formed all your best memories of your school years. Around third year was when you realized your fondness for the other girl may have been more than just platonic, but you never allowed yourself to dwell on it or bring it up to Shoko, telling yourself it was no different than the way the boys felt or acted around each other, so there couldn’t be anything weird about it.

Then again, the boys had gone on to start dating after graduation, and last you’d heard they’d gotten engaged, so… Maybe it was worth revisiting those feelings again.

The sound of your phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts, and when you saw Shoko’s contact picture – a slightly blurry selfie she’d sent you nearly a year ago while she was out getting drinks with her friends in Tokyo, her cheeks a little flushed and a soft smile tugging at her lips – on the screen, you felt your cheeks begin to burn, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing tonight?” Shoko asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your conversations with her never really seemed to stop or start; instead, it was more like you’d been having one long conversation with her from the day you’d met.

“Nothing,” you told her, idly beginning to pace your room. “What’s up?”

“Figured I’d come see you if you were free. That okay?”

You bit your lip for a moment, suddenly feeling very flustered. “I-I, uh… Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine. That sounds great, actually.” It was obvious even to you that you were stumbling over your words, and you cringed slightly at how weird you sounded.

Shoko only chuckled quietly at you. “Careful,” she teased, “if you act too excited you might give me a bigger head than Gojo.”

That made you laugh. “As if that could ever happen.”

“You’re right,” she agreed, her words airy with laughter. “Does that udon place down the street from you still do carryout?”

“Yeah, as far as I know.”

“Cool. I’ll cover dinner if you’ll cover drinks.”

“Wine or sake?”

“Surprise me.”

She hung up without saying goodbye, though that wasn’t unusual. You glanced at the time, and though you knew you had a few hours before she’d be there even if she’d already been on the train when she called you, you already felt like you were running out of time for all the things you needed to do before she arrived. 

After a few moments of internal scrambling, you figured out a rough order of operations: popping into the liquor store to grab Shoko’s favorite wine, then a mad dash to make your apartment presentable, then finally a shower before she arrived. The trip to the store didn’t take very long, and you tucked the two bottles of wine you’d grabbed into your freezer to chill while you cleaned and got ready. 

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t as much of a mess as you’d convinced yourself it was, so cleaning it didn’t take long at all, and you were able to hop in the shower within an hour of getting off the phone. The last thing you wanted was to smell when you saw your friend for the first time in over a year, and you knew you were sweating from nerves. It was ridiculous to be nervous about seeing her, you knew that, but this time felt different, somehow. Maybe it was because you’d been wondering earlier that day if you really did have feelings for Shoko.

Whatever the reason was, you were desperate not to smell like nervous sweats.

After thoroughly scrubbing yourself with your best-smelling body wash, you hurried to your bedroom to get dressed. Overwhelmed with options, you threw on some underwear and paced your room, feeling like a nervous teenager.

It’s just Shoko, you reminded yourself, sitting down on your rug. She’s not gonna care what you’re wearing as long as you’re wearing something. A soft groan escaped you then, and you flopped onto your back and covered your face with your hands.

Your pity party came to an abrupt end when your phone chimed. Pushing yourself up just enough to grab it from your bed, you saw a text from Shoko, letting you know her train was about to arrive, and that she’d be at your apartment in half an hour at most. 

The message made your heart flip in your chest. How long have I been laying here? How long was I in the shower?? Instead of letting her in on your internal panic, you shot back a simple “see you soon!” text, then leapt up from the floor, scrambling to find clothes that were comfortable but also somewhat presentable. Eventually you settled on a pair of pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt, then stepped into the bathroom to make sure your hair wasn’t a complete disaster.

You’d only just finished putting your hair out of your face in a way you were satisfied with when you heard a knock at the door. Heart skipping a beat again, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, then hurried to answer the door.

Shoko stood there with a small smile on her face, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder and the takeout in her other hand. “Long time no see,” she greeted, stepping inside as you moved aside. “Is it cool if I go change real quick?” She set the takeout on your table as she spoke, then turned to you and arched a brow slightly.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get the drinks out and everything while you do that.”

Her smile widened the tiniest bit. “Perfect.”

She made her way to your bathroom with her overnight bag, and as she shut the door, you pulled a bottle of wine from the freezer and two glasses from the cabinet. They weren’t fancy, and they didn’t match, but you told yourself it was better than drinking out of plastic cups.

Once the glasses were out, you opened the bottle, pouring a fair amount into each of the glasses, though one had a bit more; Shoko’s tolerance had always been a bit higher than yours, so you were sure she would want to drink more than you did to make sure you had the same buzz. 

You had just started pulling the takeout from the bag when Shoko came back from getting changed, and your heart fluttered a bit when you saw her. She wore a tank top with a big picture of Gudetama in the middle and a pair of yellow shorts to match. It reminded you of the pajama sets Gojo had gotten everyone when you were in high school – Cinnamoroll for himself, Kuromi for Geto, Badtz-Maru for Shoko, and Keroppi for you – though you knew it wasn’t the same set from back then, since she wore a different character now. 

“You’re staring,” Shoko teased, bumping you lightly with her hip once she was standing beside you. “Do I really look that hot in my pajamas?”

Though her words left you feeling more than a little flustered, you just scoffed at her and rolled your eyes. “They remind me of the ones Gojo got us when we were in school, that’s all.” 

“He got me these ones, too,” she said with a small chuckle. “They were for my birthday last year.”

“Why’d he pick a different character than the one he picked when we were in school?”

“He said the penguin reminds him too much of Megumi now,” she said with a shrug, and you both laughed. You could see the resemblance too, though; both had the spiky black hair and the deadpan expression, and imagining Gojo telling the boy that nearly made you die laughing all over again, but you kept it to yourself for the moment.

Just as comfortable in your home as she was in her own, Shoko opened a few of your kitchen drawers, grabbing soup spoons and chopsticks for the both of you. “We should watch a movie while we eat.”

“What do you want to watch?” you asked curiously, carrying the takeout to your living room and setting it on your coffee table.

“What was that American movie we watched all the time in school?” she asked, following after you with the utensils and wine. “It was about those high school girls who wore pink.”

“Mean Girls?”

“Yeah, Mean Girls!” she grinned, setting everything down before sitting on the floor, gesturing for you to join her. “God, I don’t know how we never got sick of that movie.”

“Because Regina George was hot,” you replied without thinking about it.

The words drew a laugh from her, and she bumped you with her shoulder. “Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

A small, relieved chuckle left you at her teasing words. “I’m sure we could stream it somewhere if you wanna watch it again.”

“Please, I could use a good throwback.” She took a long sip from her glass, then opened the lid on her bowl of udon.

With a nod, you grabbed the remote for your TV, sipping from your own glass as you flipped through various streaming services looking for the movie. Eventually you found it, not even caring that you had to pay to watch it; it was worth it to have a night in with your friend, especially when you knew it would make her laugh and smile more.

Once the movie had started, you finally got into your own food. You smiled when you saw that Shoko had gotten your order perfect without even asking. She’d memorized it in school, but it made butterflies flutter in your stomach a bit to know that she’d never forgotten it, even after so much time apart.

For the most part it was quiet as you watched the movie, only the soft sounds of occasional slurping and the faint clinging noise of glass on glass when Shoko topped up your wine glasses. Every once in a while, one of you would make a small comment or joke, or you’d quote the lines along with the movie before bursting out laughing. It felt like being back in school, huddled in one of your dorm beds, sharing drinks from a flask shoko had managed to sneak on campus.

At some point, you set your glass down after finishing the contents. It had been your second glass – or maybe your second? Shoko had topped you up enough times that it was hard to be sure – and was enough to have everything feeling a little fuzzy around the edges. Leaning back against your couch, you turned your head towards the other woman, smiling to yourself as you watched her, rather than the movie.

She’s so pretty… even prettier than when we were in school. When did she get so pretty?

“I’ve always been this pretty.”

Shoko’s words startled you a bit, and though it took your brain a moment to catch up, you realized she was responding to your thoughts. Only… you must have said all of them out loud, rather than just in your head. The realization had your face burning with embarrassment. “Oh my god, Sho, I—”

“It’s okay,” she assured you with a smile. She settled into the same position as you, turning to face you a bit. “‘M glad you think I’m pretty. Always thought you were cute, too.”

The whole world came to a screeching halt around you. “…You did?”

“Yeah,” she said easily, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her words weren’t slurred, but you could see that her movements were loosened a bit from the wine. “Thought you knew that.”

“No, I… How would I have known? You never said anything.”

“I saw the way you looked at me. Thought you’d only look at me like that if you knew.”

You blinked, confused, and more than a little worried. “…How did I look at you?”

Her expression softened at that. “The same way I caught Gojo staring at Geto when Geto wasn’t looking, before they got together.”

The words sent a mixture of shame and hope swirling around your tipsy mind, and before you could really contemplate your next move, you heard yourself asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Shoko’s cheeks flushed a bit, and she nodded, shifting closer and wrapping her arm around your waist. Your eyes widened as she came into your space, and when you felt her breath on your lips, your own finally started cooperating with you again.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“I’ll teach you,” was Shoko’s only response before she kissed you. She was surprisingly warm, and it only took a second for your eyes to slip shut and for you to melt into her, returning her kiss eagerly. As she kissed you, everything else in the world faded away, the only sensation you were aware of was the feeling of her lips on yours.

It didn’t take long for her to press in closer, tilting her head a bit to deepen the kiss. Stumbling and a bit inexperienced, you did your best to move with her. She held you closer with the arm around your waist, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, guiding your movements the tiniest bit. Time slowed and stretched out, the moment between you endless in the best possible way. You weren’t entirely sure when her tongue came into the mix, but next thing you knew you were parting your lips to let her in. 

A small sound escaped you as she deepened the kiss further, turning slightly to press you both into the couch a bit more. Still struggling to keep up because of the alcohol in your bloodstream, the movement threw you off a bit. Reluctantly, you pulled away for a moment, needing desperately to catch your breath. 

Shoko smiled down at you as you panted, faces only inches apart. “How was that for your first kiss with a girl?”

“I really wanna kiss you again.”

She laughed softly. “Is kissing all you wanna do tonight?” She arched a brow curiously, her thumb tracing your bottom lip lightly. 

“I don’t know how to do anything else,” you breathed, “but I'd love to learn.”

“Looks like I've got some teaching to do, then. Lesson one: kissing with tongue.” She leaned in again, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. You were more than willing to let her take the lead, though; there was no one else you’d rather have teach you everything, anyways.

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Good For Me

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: FLUFF ROMANCE CUTIE PATOOTIES, mentions of minor injury (blood/bandaging) failed attempts at reservations, insinuation of sex, flirting, more cute stuff, I mean it’s Jake & Char guys.

Word Count: 3k.

Author's Note: I will always take the opportunity to revisit these two 🥹 Their stories practically fall out of my brain onto the metaphorical paper.

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Good For Me - Bob Seger 🎶

Jake POV 

“Time to wake up, baby,” her voice was always the best thing to hear when I woke up. Pressing her lips against my temple before she whispers, “Good morning.” 

My eyes hardly open, but I can smell the fresh coffee sitting next to me. Peeking down, I see a tray with a blurry plate of food. 

“Breakfast?” I ask, pulling her face in slowly. “Mmm, you’re too sweet.” Leaving a few kisses on her lips, her laugh is the second-best thing to hear in the morning. 

She carefully slips back into bed with me. I swear she would have fed me if I let her. Romantic little thing she is. It takes a million times longer to get through food when all I want to do is kiss her precious face. 

“Imagine,” she starts, lazily kissing me before finishing her thought. “When we can do this every day.” Hardly hovering over my lips, feeling every word come out. 

“Honey, all you have to do is say the word,” I tell her and I mean it so seriously. The day she wants to move in, I will do whatever I have to in order for her to be comfortable. 

She plays with the ends of my hair for a moment before looking up at me. Her raspy little voice whispered, “Maybe once we’re engaged.” 

“Really?” I ask. Fighting every urge to go pull the ring out from my closet. She would kill me if I proposed today. She loves romcoms, but I think the cliche would take her out. 

“Mhm,” she hums. “Leaving you every few days is hard now— it’ll only be harder after that.” 

All I can do at the moment is kiss her. The fact the ring has been sitting in my closet for so long is killing me, but I have been holding out until she seems more ready for it. She would have been my wife already if it were just up to me. 

“That sounds like a deal to me, Red.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Getting out of bed proved to be much more difficult today. Neither of us necessarily cared for Valentine’s Day, but we also spoiled each other all the time. Not to say that I didn’t come up with the best plans, because, well, I did. 

“Get some reading in, and then we can dress up.” I lean down, kissing her forehead. “I have everything planned for us tonight.” 

“Oh, do you?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum. Smiling as she stares up at me, running my hand over her head gently. “I have to remind everyone how lucky I am.” 

“Jacob,” she coos as her arms slink around my neck. 

“Mmm, you can keep saying that,” I mumble, practically falling back into bed. “I have to go downstairs for a little bit just to get everything ready so I can be all yours later.” 

She lets out a little sigh, “I’ll miss you.” Pouting that perfect little lip out as she looks at me. 

“Honey, stoooop—“ I start, grazing my thumb over her pout. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I tell her as I start to stand back up. 

“Wait—“ she lets out. I turn around to look at her, with only my jeans pulled on, buttoning them as she rakes her eyes over me. Suddenly, looking at the ceiling and muttering, “Thank you.” 

Through a chuckle, I ask, “who are we thanking?” 

“Cass, God, anybody who will listen,” she tells me.

“For what?” 

She smirks when she says, “For giving me a fine ass man.”

Giggling as I grab a shirt from my closet, I slowly make my way back over to her while I button, just the few bottom ones. Looking at her through my eyebrows and mumbling, “This fine ass man is gonna go to work now. Sooner I get down there, the sooner I’ll be yours for the rest of the night.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for— go!” She rambles out against my lips. “I love you! Don’t get lost! Make good choices!” 

Laughing into her, “I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The down side of having a few more bartenders now, as opposed to just my family essentially, is that they are significantly more worried about everything. Which I appreciate in a staff, that they want me to be aware of things and don’t want to do something wrong, but god– life was easier when it was just Josh and I. 

I ran through all the possible scenarios and everything seemed normal. Not that the bar gets that busy on Valentine’s Day, but I do want to make sure they are all situated and comfortable before I’m gone for the day. Learning to step away more has been difficult, but when your girlfriend lives a few hours away, you learn quickly to relinquish a little control. 

Hardly a minute goes by, sitting in my office, and my phone starts buzzing. 

“Hi, is this Jacob?” A woman’s voice asks quietly. 

“Yes?” 

“Ahh, I’m so sorry to do this to you today, but–” her voice sounding timid, which doesn’t sit well with me.  “Unfortunately..  we overbooked for this evening.”

“Oh,” practically falls out of my mouth.

She sighs, sounding a bit defeated. “I’m really so sorry. We’re not entirely sure how this happened.” 

  “No, that’s okay. I understand,” I try to sound the least amount of irritated as I can. “Thank you.” 

Fuck. 

Frantically turned on my computer, determined to find a replacement restaurant that we could go to. It wasn’t necessarily crucial that we went there today– I just knew that Char really wanted to go. I’ll take her there next time she’s here for the weekend; that part isn’t a big deal. 

After spending a few minutes googling some options, there are a few that we could go to—calling every single one to make a reservation, just in case. Did I need to do that? No. But I’m not going to let today get messed up. In the midst of a phone call, the flowers I ordered for her were delivered to me. Whispering, thank you as I sign for them; I can’t lie, I do feel a little crazy with the amount of things I’m trying to juggle at the moment. 

Once I have reservations at four different restaurants, I do one more round through the bar and check in with two who are working, making sure they feel comfortable. 

“Just call me if you need me, but I know you two can handle it.” 

Running upstairs, flowers in hand and things are finally feeling like they’re back on track. Sneaking inside, it’s a little embarrassing how excited I always am to see her. 

Calling out to her as I walk through the door, “Honey?” 

She walks out from the hallway, wrapped in a towel but her make up and hair are perfectly done. Her eyes lighting up as she looks at me. I don’t think there will be a day where she doesn’t leave me speechless. 

“Um,” I hesitate, as if this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. “I got these for you.” 

She reaches out, taking the little bundle of flowers from me, “You’re too sweet.” Leaning against my chest and kissing my cheek, but quickly wiping her thumb over the spot. She quietly giggles, “Apparently, this lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.” 

“You can make a mess of me later,” I whisper to her, tilting her chin up so I can lightly kiss her. “What are you wearing tonight?” 

She tugs me along with her back to my room, grabbing a short black dress off my bed. My head may as well have been spinning when she dropped her towel. Watching her slip into this tight little dress. The satin hugging every part of her body and I have to refrain from being too excited about it. 

“Can you–” she starts to ask but just turns around so I can finish zipping the back for her. And at the end of the day, I’m still a man. Leaning down, leaving a few kisses on her shoulder and creeping up her neck. 

“You’re unreal,” I mumble next to her ear. 

She pulls out a black button-up for me, but I have to make sure she’s just as excited as I am. Grabbing my rings from my nightstand and slipping them on, and naturally pulling out my nicer watch. Letting her help me put it on, not because I needed the help, but feeling her hands on me in any way is everything I want. 

“Baby,” Char’s voice rings from behind me as I’m spraying a little more cologne. Turning to her, she’s holding my phone out. 

It’s one of the bartenders. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

Her voice sounds timid as she says, “Hey, there’s a uh.. situation down here.” 

My eyes shut tightly, asking, “What kind of situation?” Char’s eyebrows shoot up as she watches me. 

“Well, um,” she hesitates. “We were just prepping some things, and she may have slipped a little with a knife while she was cutting up some limes and–”

My head falls back, trying not to get mad, “I’ll be right there.” 

“Is everything okay?” Char’s voice is quiet. 

I let out a long breath, shaking my head gently as I looked at her. “There was a lime cutting incident.” Grabbing both of her hands, I tell her, “I’m so sorry. I just need to go make sure she’s okay real quick.” 

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers, slipping one of her hands away to smooth out my brows. Not realizing how stressed I actually looked. “Just do what you need to do.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The way it was explained over the phone was definitely a sugar-coated version of what I walked into. Grateful that the bar wasn’t overloaded with people, but seeing one of your bartenders completely pale trying to mix drinks is not the best look. 

“Hey, come with me,” I tap her arm. Walking her to the back room, and having her just sit on the floor for me. “Can I look at it?” 

She nods, and I can see the way she’s fighting the tears. Unwrapping the paper towel bandage she’d made for herself, it was not a pretty sight. That looks like it fucking hurts. Draping the paper towel back over it, I quickly grab everything from the first aid box we have. 

“I’m gonna redo this, okay?” I ask, but it’s really more of a telling situation. “It’s probably going to be uncomfortable, and you can cuss me out if you want. I just don’t need you getting infected.” 

Looking at her, still white as a ghost but letting out a small laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” I let out as I started wiping off the nasty cut. Seeing her wince makes me stop for a second, so I’m not making her completely miserable. Even after the little break, I carefully try to clean it as much as I can, but it’s a pretty deep cut. Lifting her hand so I can make sure to clean off any extra blood that may have dripped, but moving it must have been the last straw when I hear the sad exhale. 

The tears finally escaped, and I can’t deny that I’m impressed with how long she lasted. She looks like a mess between me trying to clean up one hand, and then she’s still regaining color in her face, and now she’s crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper. Moving a bit quicker with the rest of it; dropping a tiny bit of ointment into the pad of the bandaid and wrapping it fairly tight around her finger. “There you go- it’s over.” 

Watching as she cries into her not damaged hand for a second, my heart hurts for her. She’s hardly over twenty-one and very sweet; I’ve been lucky that she goes to college nearby, even if she only works part-time. I can’t make her stay after this. 

“Why don’t you go home? We can figure out a different night for you,” I tell her, gently rubbing her arm, hoping it’ll help calm her down. “Let me get you some water so you can come back to life before you drive, though.” 

Me: that was horrific 

Char: oh no :( is she okay now? 

Me:  better but I’m sending her home

Me: she started crying I can’t make her stay 

It only took a little bit for her to seem a bit more stable, but I sat with her until she looked alive enough to drive home. Meanwhile, I had been texting everyone else, trying to find someone to come in on short notice. 

The only option right now is to see if Josh can get here early enough for me to escape. But I know those lovebirds are probably off and in a different universe at this point. Which I can’t fault him for, I did give him the day off.  

The customers start rolling in, I glance over at the bartender I have left, “Hey, I’m just gonna go call Charlotte real quick. I’ll be right back.”

She throws me a thumbs-up before walking over to someone who’s about to sit down. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” the only way I’d describe how I sound is desperate. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She almost laughs, “It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not. I had this whole thing and-” I start to rattle off my plan when she cuts me off. 

“Baby, I’m not mad at you.” I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life, I swear to god. She sweetly asks,  “Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Honey, no, absolutely not,” I tell her. Disappointed isn’t a strong enough word for how I felt when I told her, “I’ll try to get someone to come in for the rest of the night if I can, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”

Her voice was still calm, telling me, “Just do what you have to, okay? I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The rest of the night was like a blur. More people ended up coming in than I would have expected on a romantic holiday, but I guess where else do you go when you’re single on Valentine’s Day but a pirate-themed bar? 

Grateful for the bartender that I did have tonight; she absolutely handled the crowd better than I expected after the way her shift started. Nobody deserves to play doctor when they aren’t prepared for it. I tipped her out as quickly as possible so she could get home and sleep off the chaos that she dealt with. 

Standing there, listening to Night Moves as usual, while I shut down the POS when I can feel the energy in the room shift. 

“Hey,” Char’s voice softly graces my ears from behind me.

“Hey you,” I let out before asking, “What are you doing down here?” Reaching my hand out to her, pulling her in close.

“I have an idea,” She tells me quietly. “Just finish whatever you need to.” Kissing my cheek but not wiping it off this time. 

“You look beautiful, by the way,” I tell her as she sneaks off down the hall. 

It’s only a few minutes before I have everything taken care of behind the bar, and she’s been scurrying around the whole time. I wouldn’t have guessed her plan in a million years. 

Walking over to the corner booth, a candle lit in the middle of it with a little charcuterie board next to it. Her favorite throw blanket was tossed onto the seat. Feeling her hands slide around my waist from behind, turning me around to her. 

“I made us some food since you got stuck down here,” She says quietly, fixing my collar and scooting the chain of my necklace so the clasp is behind me again. She winks at me when she says, “I figured you would have drinks covered.”

“Of course,” my voice and eyes soften as I look at her.  “What would you like, honey?” 

“I think Valentine’s Day calls for wine,” she gently taps my lips a few times before sliding into the booth. 

Walking back with our wine, I hand hers over, “For you.” Sliding into the booth with her, trying not to laugh at the way she had her legs wrapped up in the blanket. 

“So, what happened with the lime incident?” she asks. 

Taking a couple minutes to explain what happened, without saying anything too gross. I don’t want to ruin the mood or our ability to eat. 

“Enough about work,” I breathe out, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it. “I love you. I’ll still find a night to take you out.” 

“I’m just happy to see you,” she beams at me. “Especially when you’re dressed like this.” 

She very intentionally and obviously checks me out, hitting me with a cheesy little wink after. God, I love her. I can’t resist kissing her a few times, giggling into each other like we always have. It’s like the honeymoon stage never went away with this girl. 

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” I tell her, feeling a bit guilty at how late it is.

Her hand cups my jaw as she looks at me, “You looked so sad earlier. I couldn’t let the day be a complete fail.” 

My head tilts, leaning into her hand as my eyes shut, just soaking up the moment. Laughing as I tell her, “I swear one of these years I’ll get better at this.” 

“Well, lucky for you— we have a lot of Valentine’s Days ahead of us,” she giggles. 

I glance around the room for a second, looking back over to her, “We could still make this one memorable.” Wiggling my eyebrows at her, and her eyes light up at it. 

“In here?” 

“Like our first time,” I whisper, letting my hand slide up her thigh. 

Her arms slip around my neck, smiling into a kiss before whispering, “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

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[taintedsoul-if]

Pogress report Jume 4th — 11th.

Today is a beautiful day, isn’t it? Maybe it’s because it’s progress report day?

Okay, so first off I’m like that one person that spawns and respawns every couple hours, so please don’t hold it against me, lol.

So far, this week hasn’t been my week at all, but I’ve jotted down my pointers. I’m hoping to do some hard writing tomorrow since my schedule is finally clear for once and I’m not up to my neck with life’s struggles and pain.

For this week, I plan to finish up the early morning scene between MC, Rallyum, and Nightingale, then dive into the school introduction. Good thing I already have 15k rough-edited words for this scene, because otherwise I’d probably be rolling on the floor crying my eyes out.

This arc is going to be step-by-step, especially since we have a few test matches coming up that need to be done right. I plan to include a variety of choices where MC can boost their stats. For example:

If you fight with C, all stats will gain an additional 10 to 15 points.

If you fight with a random student, only one stat will increase by 1%.

Based on dialogue, Cadmus may or may not fight MC.

If you don’t want to fight C, you can directly challenge a seasoned student (coughs T coughs).

Advice: Do not use your summoning abilities. That’ll only make the Emperor believe you really did summon the Fangwraith—when you didn’t.

I’ve been wondering when exactly the masquerade ball should happen. Then I remembered—I haven’t introduced the Empress Dowager yet. So... why not have her birthday banquet be masquerade-themed? And yes, all the smutty things that were promised will happen. So Chapter 4 will mostly focus on:

The academy intro/test matches

The dowager’s masquerade birthday banquet

And why didn’t anyone point out that I’ve only written content for like 3–4 days so far?? Y’all let me forget about the power of time skips! 😆

I’m still in the process of learning how the *goto_scene command works. The chapter jump feature won’t be implemented in the next update I’ll be pushing in a few days, since I need to go back and reread everything—especially to gather all the *if statements. That way, I’ll be able to ask questions based on past choices. I also need to collect and organize all the crucial lore crumbs and store them on the stat page. It’s a lot of work, but fingers crossed that by the time September rolls around, Chapter 4 will be ready for public release.

On days when my writing output is low, I figured—why not work on the smut scenes for Chapter 4? So yes, I’ve got a scene where a female MC is being poked and prodded by Cadmus’s fingers… ahem. Revisiting old documents really does awaken the thirsty gremlin in me sometimes.

Anyway, it’s night now—I’m taking the rest of it off to regroup and get my shit together for tomorrow, because... it’s crunch time. 🙂‍↔️

Tomorrow is the weekend, so I hope you all get the chance to unwind—maybe watch one of your favorite movies or kick back on the sofa with a shot of tequila. I don’t really know what young people do for fun these days. (Yes, the author is very young, but she tends to forget her age sometimes—which always leads to chastisement from her sister, who reminds her she’s the younger one. 😂)

Anyway, have a good one, everyone. 🫶