#FUCK I KEPT FORGETTING THE CWS ADDED NOW

[show-your-fangs]

omg omg omg can I pls request hotch genuinely being the most clueless, dumb-and-in-love individual?

Basically the team has to point it out to him for him to see how soft he is for reader and how differently he treats them 💗😩 he’s in love, your honour 🤭

i love our stupid man in love, he's so cute i can't.

this is part two of this blurb from my moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: nothing, just fluff.

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He didn’t ask you out that night. Neither Morgan or Rossi won the bet, the unfortunate draw making them only want to try harder to win over the other.

That had been a week ago, the pool only growing as more agents got in on it and it had somehow gotten out of hand really quickly. Penelope had been tasked with keeping track of the bets, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her mouth shut about it, especially when she was around you. 

The team had left for a case earlier in the week which meant you were spending a lot of time with her. From helping with research, running point from the office, making calls and setting up permits, warrants, everything and anything they needed, you were practically tied at the hip as per usual when the team was away. The only problem? Penelope Garcia could not keep a secret to save her life, and the more time she spent with you, the more she almost slipped and told you what was going on.

You had closed the case earlier that night after five days of grueling work. You were exhausted, more so emotionally than physically, so you’d invited Penelope to dinner as way to celebrate the little victory. But what had started as a simple night out had quickly turned wild as the waiter had taken a liking to her and kept the cocktails coming throughout your entire meal. You were on dessert, a forgettable chocolate lava cake with ice cream when she finally slipped.

“I just think it’s so silly,” she giggled in between sips of her drink and scoops of dessert. 

“What’s silly?” you egged her on, whatever this secret was had eluded you for the entire week and you just needed to know. 

“How much Hotch likes you,” her cheeks flushed pink but her brain didn’t realize what’d she’d admitted to yet, allowing her to continue. “The team has a bet going on when he’s going to ask you out and everything.” 

“Huh,” you mused. “That is silly.”

That’s when her brain snapped, dread and realization washing over her all at once. Her eyes widened, her spoon fell from her hand and onto the plate. 

“Oh my gosh, do you not like Hotch back? I could’ve sworn— I am mortified! Forget I told you, please I am begging you—”

You reached over and placed your hand over hers, gently soothing her out of her panic as a mischievous smile curled on your lips. 

“Can you get me on the board, Pen?”

Apparently they were all convinced it wasn’t happening for a while. They had decided to overcorrect their previous assumptions, placing bets that were days if not weeks in the future. Penelope had added you to the bet list that same night, promising to keep the secret until the next morning. 

You knew the clock was ticking, knew that once you started the countdown, you had no business losing your courage. It was now or never, and the reminder that soon the rest of the team would be shuffling into the bullpen to start their day, that they’d know someone else had made a risky bet — it only got your adrenaline pumping even more. 

You poured his coffee as you watched him enter the office, gaze on his phone, powerful and confident strides leading him towards his office. He turned and waved from the top of the stairs once he finally noticed you, a small smile on his lips. You smiled back, your cheeks reddening slightly as you finished getting your own coffee in order, the pale tan a contrast to his straight black. 

You made your way to his office a minute after he’d settled, placing his cup on his desk and taking a seat across from him. This had been your routine for months now, you’d bring him his coffee in the morning and the two of you would fill each other in on your lives. 

Aaron had been dealing with his divorce, the guilt of having to split Jack’s time between him and his mom, the added stress of finding a new place and moving, of finding himself alone when he’d been used to always having someone to come home to after a tough case. And you? You had just started going to therapy after he’d encouraged you to. It had been a rocky adjustment to the job, and you were glad that you could confide in him as your boss but also as your friend. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, pulling out the case files he’d taken back home the night before. 

You shot him a look, the look, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply. You weren’t angry, you were simply disappointed, and he knew that. It had been hard, harder now that he had to force himself back out there if he wanted to actually have a life. But even after months of this new normal, the idea of dating made him even more exhausted than he’d like to admit. 

Because while Morgan or Emily thrived meeting new people, Aaron had met Haley in high school. He’d been with one woman his entire life, one woman for more than twenty years. He was rusty to say the least, the insecurity of it only growing the more he refused to take the leap, the more he refused to feel his feelings, the more he fell in love with you. 

“Haley had Jack last night—” he started but you were quick to interrupt him. 

“That’s a terrible excuse,” you chided. “There’s a million things you could’ve done instead.”

“Oh yeah?” the mischief was back in his eyes, making you gulp visibly. “What did you do last night?”

Your mouth opened in mock annoyance, he couldn’t possibly know—

“For your information, sir,” you mocked. “I went out with Penelope last night.” 

Whatever glimmer of hope Aaron had cultivated to tease you about taking work back home was extinguished in a second. He sat back in his chair, inaudibly admitting defeat. 

“Maybe that’s what you need too,” you started, your heart racing once more. His eyebrows shot up and you could tell his blood had also gotten to his head. “Ask someone out, go on a date, get laid.”

That caught him off guard completely. If he had been sipping on his coffee he would’ve choked, made an even bigger fool of himself. But instead his cheeks just reddened, his ears quickly following suit, a detail he knew you knew about him as you’d pointed it out many times in the past.

But you didn’t today, you didn’t say anything about his reaction but he was too hot to notice it right away.

“It’s what I have to do too, honestly,” you shrugged, faux confidence somehow allowing you to not combust right then and there. 

“Do you now?” he managed through gritted teeth, the idea of you dating something that he made sure never to think about because it always led him down a dark path of rage and an ungodly desire to ravage you to the point where you belonged to him and no one else. 

“Yeah,” you drawled on, almost sighing dramatically. That’s when he caught on, when his brain finally reconnected to his body and his heart only sped up even more. “But I don’t know…I’m not really into any of the guys Penelope or Emily have tried to set me up with, they’re not really my type.”

God, this was not actually happening. “What is your type?”

“Crime fighting single dads who adore their kids and participate in triathlons for fun,” there was no misinterpreting it now. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” the words flew out of his mouth before either of you could register them. 

A bright smile took over your lips, your eyes sparkling with happiness. A shy smile slowly started to turn adorably embarrassed on his, his gaze tentatively raising to meet yours, eyebrows raised almost pleading, his eyes round and hopeful. 

“I would love to,” you said and he graced you with the most beautiful full smile you’d ever seen from him. It was unrestricted, genuine, life giving. 

“Great,” he cleared his throat as the clock struck eight, the reality of the world outside of your little office bubble a reminder of where you were. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Can’t wait,” you reassured him, standing up with your own untouched coffee mug and making your way downstairs. “Oh, and it’s my treat. Trust me.”

You were gone before he could argue, but you knew that he couldn’t stop smiling, the warmth radiating from him was enough for you know it deep in your bones.

“Babygirl,” Morgan asked aloud, holding up the list of bets that Penelope had left on his desk earlier as the blonde returned to the bullpen from her office. “What’s this?”

He tapped on the bet you’d written down, the other agents gathering to inspect the new addition.  

“Proof of my victory, Derek,” you said cockily as Penelope handed you the envelope full of cash. 

The entire team turned to you, eyes wide and anger slowly boiling. But none of them let it out, instead they all looked impressed, they respected the move, the hustle, the boldness. Morgan scoffed in proud defeat as he held out his fist for you to bump, and you did, excitedly.  

It had finally happened, the start of something that had been brewing for months, and you couldn’t be happier. While the girls walked up to you to get all the details you shot Aaron a cheeky glance as Penelope filled Emily and JJ in on your conversation the night before, and for the first time ever, Aaron allowed himself to meet your glance, unashamed to be caught staring at you. 

i've been smiling like an idiot all day

taglist: @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh, @cr1minalskies, @xladyxdreamer, @mrs-ssa-hotch

[f4nrir]

hi ive never requested anything b4 but oh my god i am in love with your bottom!miguel writing. anything to do with marking n getting caught and also maybe if he gets overstimulated and cries,,, but i also just love your writing and would be ecstatic with whatever (: 🦇!

caught in the act

一 pairing; miguel o'hara x male reader

note: hi! i'm flattered, that means a lot to me you have no idea ‹𝟹. added a little twist at the end, i hope you like it!

cw: voyeurism/exhibitionism, caught in the act, bottom!sub!miguel, top!dom!reader, some orgasm denial, rough sex.

“shh, be quiet mi amor... you don’t want us getting caught do you?” you teasingly whispered into his ear, as the sounds of skin slapping filled the air along with miguel’s moans that he can’t seem to contain. each thrust fueled the feeling that was pooling in his stomach, knowing that his climax was close and each time you took that privilege from him to come. he was overstimulated, practically begging for release but toying with him is far better entertainment. 

“fuck! please, sir let me come i can’t do this anymore!” he mewled, tears quickly streaming down from his eyes. the sight of him so desperate for you only did wonders, as you felt yourself nearing your climax as well. seeing him cry and beg for more made you feel like you had power over him, especially since he had such an important role in the spider society. everyone looked up to him as a great leader, which he is, but no one could ever imagine the sight of him like this. 

you buried your face into his neck, continuing your mind-numbing thrusts as your teeth began to nip at his soft flesh. miguel gasped at the contact, letting out a moan louder than what he’s previously done. you quickly placed your hand on his mouth, stifling the rest to keep him contained. each bite and suck you made on his skin made him tremble, enjoying the feeling of being marked up by you. it was easy to cover it up due to your suits but you wanted more, you wanted everyone to know what you’ve done together. you placed the love bites higher up into his neck, especially right by his ear where he’s most sensitive. he bucked his hips up against you, emitting a soft groan from you. you pinned his hips back down as you mercilessly fucked into him, your thrusts becoming more belligerent with each movement. miguel clutched onto your back, his claws desperately clinging onto whatever surface he could. you hissed at each scratch, forgetting that he doesn’t know how to have proper control of his claws. 

“please… please! sir, i need more. i’m begging you, i’ve been good– ah!” you chuckled at his pathetic pleas as you placed your hand on his cock, gently brushing past his slit. not even your hand could suppress the moan that escape through and you shook your head, “if you don’t care about anyone stumbling in here, then so be it”. you fastened your pace as you worked on his cock, overstimulating him further with each touch. he continued to cry, if not, more and that action encouraged you even further to continue. you watched him as he arched his back, the bulge in his stomach becoming more prominent. a soft moan escaped your lips as you watched him unfold beneath you, fully submitting himself to your control and all he could do was pathetically moan while mumbling incoherent rambles. 

miguel’s moans come to a halt as you both detect footsteps advancing toward your direction, immediately sitting up only for you to slam him back down onto the table. “it’s too late now,” you cooed as you entered him again, a groan slipping from his lips. the force on his hips kept him pinned, no matter how hard he tried to budge he couldn’t escape your grasp. panic filled his mind but as you began to fasten your pace, his mind slipped away from his worries. he fought the feeling, he was scared for someone to stumble in and catch you both in the act but he couldn’t resist the feeling of having you inside of him. as the footsteps grew nearer, your excitement grew along with it and you felt yourself nearing your climax. you took a glance at miguel and just by his body language, you knew he was getting close as well. 

“c’mon baby, don’t be shy now.. you’ve been wanting this remember?” you encouraged him and he whined, throwing his head back against the desk as you both came together in synchrony. loud moans along with a mix of each other’s names filled the atmosphere and miguel completely covered your hand with his cum, unable to stop his orgasm just yet. 

how perfect timing. 

ben walked into the office with the sight of you both on the table. “hey fellas, i– oh shit,” he quickly stopped in his tracks, processing the sight in front of him, and was unable to look away as he watched miguel become undone underneath you.

“hey.. look at your leader now” you forced miguel to look at him and miguel groaned, staring at the other. ben was speechless, but you knew he enjoyed it as you noticed the tent that grew in his suit.

you placed a kiss against miguel’s lips as you snapped your hips into him once again, a whine escaping from his mouth. “i think we could put on a show for him, yeah?” you teased and miguel looked at ben, who was clearly flustered with the situation. 

“sit down and watch” you pointed to a nearby seat and he quickly followed your orders. 

[evita-shelby]

Hi,

I want to ask if you can make a story when the reader wants to break up with Thomas Shelby, but Tommy is really against it and is more possessive toward the reader🤭 adding some smut will be hot😍 thank you so much💝

So sorry for how this turned out.

I know you wanted sexy and manipulative, but i don't really write smut and this took a very dark turn that i personally adored

Cw: suidcial tendencies, infidelity, child death, murder

Gif by @brody75

Death shall set you free

In the beginning everything had been great. He was the best man you could have ever thought of building a life with and not a single thing he did could ever change your mind about it.

Then Grace showed up and he broke your heart by fucking her while you waited at home to tell him he was going to be a father.

You weren’t supposed to find out, not until Polly confronted him about it, not until Grace asked him to run away with her only to be rejected by him. She told you herself, stabbed and twisted the knife in your heart by showing Tommy was just like the rest of them.

Only thinking with his cock and only caring about himself.

You tried to leave, you packed your things and decided if he didn’t respect you enough to be as loyal to you as you were to him, then fuck him.

But then he chased you down to the train station, having repented from his sin and begging you not to leave. Begged and pleased with genuine guilt and sorrow in his inhumanly beautiful eyes and like the fool you were, you forgave him.

For a while he kept his promise. He was the man you married and never gave you cause to doubt him again.

Then May Carelton with her sad doe eyes and loads of money showed up and he fucked her.

Not only her, Lizzie too and then Grace came back and he fucked her at a party he had been promising to take you.

This time you made damn sure no one knew where you were going, with who’d you stay for good measure.

You were done with Thomas Shelby. You were done for good.

But he found you, clothes torn, head bloody and covered in graveyard dirt.

He couldn’t believe you’d take your boy and leave.

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” You said as you rejected his pleas for a third chance.

“Y/N, please. I need you.” He begged with a quiver in his voice that told he did. “They were just whores, nothing serious, you are the only one I love, the only one I need. You’re the mother of my son, you’re my wife until you die, you said it yourself.”

But the thing is, if he needed you and loved so much then why weren’t you enough?

“It’s over, Tom.” You said and turned to leave only for him to pull out his gun and aim it at his own head.

“If you get on that train, I’ll pull the trigger.” He said and you knew he meant it.

So you stayed.

Tommy lulls you into a false sense of security like last time. You have two children now, sweet little Diane had come nine months after her manipulated you into staying.

He tries to make you love him again, but it doesn’t return.

The house, the gifts, the parties and now the sapphire, weren’t enough to forget the pain he caused you.

You still let him in your bed, but only because as his wife you couldn’t belong to anyone else, not even yourself. And if you stopped fucking him, you’d know he’d take up his old habits again.

And yet, when the Russian Duchess appears the story plays out the same as before.

You don’t even try to leave, not when you know he will do anything to stop you.

Instead you give him a taste of his own medicine.

Angel Changretta sure knows how to make a woman forget Tommy, a shame Lizzie had to be hurt. Actually no, fuck her, she fucked your husband too.

Its all fun and games until Tommy tells you he killed him for daring to take what was his.

“Oh, so I am only yours, but you belong to every whore that crosses your path, honey?” you say venomously as he dares to call you out on your betrayal.

“You’re my property, y/n, don’t fucking forget that.” He seethed and locked you in your golden cage.

It’s 1929 when Tommy’s business comes crashing down, years after he managed to rid himself of the Changretta Family and after you served him his karma.

The marriage is strained to say the least. He has his whores, you have whatever man you can think of and so far the children you have with him are his.

10 years ago you loved him, now you can’t even call it love.

Its not hatred, not yet anyways.

A divorce might be nice. Linda is getting one, escaping her husband because she too didn’t know the monster she married.

You entertain the idea, get the lawyers you need, the generous alimony and enough time for the children to see him.

All you need is his signature and its all over.

You never get that signature, of course you wouldn’t.

Freedom is a dream out of your reach and hell is ruled by your fucking husband.

“You’re going to regret not leaving with her,”Polly says lighting up her cigarette. “Tommy’s not the man you married.”

I know you say as you watch him take the stage with Oswald Mosley.

And she was right.

On December 1934, your sweet Diane dies of tuberculosis because a scorned woman wanted to make you pay for staying.

Your daughter dies in your arms and he seeks comfort in the arms of Diana Mitford the night her little body is burned.

“If Michael ever did that to me, I’d kill him.” Gina says as the two of you share drinks after you fuck her in the same bed you share with your beloathed husband.

“I should shouldn’t I.” you fond yourself joining Mosley on his quest of making Thomas Shelby kill himself.

The day he plans it opens his eyes to a new him, one that wants to fix the mess he made.

Only this time, he can’t. He had his chance and he squandered it.

“Goodbye, Tom. Its over.” You say as you fire his gun into his head.

[depravity-n-savagery]

Hello, i hope you get well soon ❤️‍🩹

So can you maybe do an Mungrovex reader, where both comfort her. because her ex-bf cheat or something bad. He ignored her for months, just to talk/break up with her in public.

So she just walks into billy and eddie while she just crys and feeld bad?

Some angsty comforting?

Thank you ♡ I'm feeling better than I did a few days ago, so that's progress 😁✨️

All To Ourselves 🫂

♡ Pairing: Mungrove (Eddie & Billy) x (fem)Reader

♡ CW: Cursing, angst (with comfort), barely-veiled flirting, mentions of terrible sex with your bf, cheating, threats of violence, fluffy ending

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

♡ Word Count: 1.6k

♡ A/N: It was supposed to be a short blurb, but I ran with it 🤣💞 Loved this idea! And it took everything I had not to write a full-blown smut scene at the end lmao (but it gave me ideas 😏❤️‍🔥)

If you knew it was going to be like this, you would've stayed single just a bit longer. Kept your peace, and even enjoyed the solitude of being probably the only single friend in your group.

'Give someone a chance.' They said. 'One date wouldn't hurt.' They said. 'You deserve to be happy.' As if you weren't happy the way you were. As if simply spending time with your best friends wasn't all you needed to feel loved and socially satisfied. Especially spending time with your two best friends (and a very new couple) Billy and Eddie. Thankfully, the fact that they've recently become more than friends didn't change anything in your friendship dynamic. Although it did crush any silent hopes you had of dating either of them. Those hopes would still kick out a painful little whimper whenever the boys were being their usual affectionate selves.

Lovely friends or not, nobody likes feeling like a third wheel.

So you took their advice, and forced yourself to entertain the advances of one Richard (called 'Rich') Cummings. You couldn't even enjoy the snort that usually accompanied hearing his last name, because he made sure you never came. When things eventually became physical, he was a huge disappointment. Carelessly thrusting away until he selfishly reached his climax, then slipping away into the night. It'd be better if he slept with an inanimate object. Then no one's feelings would be getting hurt. Maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you're in now.

"C'mon Rich, pick up the phone..." You paced the length of your bedroom, twirling the telephone cord around your finger. Out of the three months you've been together with him, he's spent the last one being distant. More than usual.

"Yeah?" His voice picked up on the other end of the line, gruff and a little annoyed by the sound of it.

"Are we still going tonight? We usually leave around this time, and I'm ready to go, but you haven't said anything about it..." He grunted and groaned through your words, making you fade out into a whisper. "Did- Did you forget?" At first, he was the one who insisted on celebrating an anniversary every month on the 16th. Taking you to a movie and then the diner to share your favorite milkshake.

Shuffling in the background of his house caught your attention, but he silenced it with a harsh hush. "Wha? Nah, I didn't forget baby. We're gonna skip the movie tonight. Straight to the diner." The noise came again, and for a second it sounded like another voice. Something that made Rich chuckle before he continued. "Yeah, I'll meet you at the diner in thirty minutes. Later babe."

"Wait, how am I-" click. The line went dead, and you were left sighing with an extra stress added on to your night. How am I supposed to get there? He always picked you up.

Time and time again, your two besties came to your rescue.

"Fuck that guy." Billy grumbled, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. You reached forward, leaning over the column between the two front seats of his Camaro and squeezed his shoulder. Eddie, who was in the passenger seat, nodded in agreement.

"Honestly Sweetheart, when we said you should start dating, we didn't mean find the biggest asshole in town."

"Well I had to settle for second biggest asshole. You already took the first." Eddie doubled over with husky giggles at your remark. One hand raised off the steering wheel to flip you a ring-clad middle finger. "Sit on it, Y/n."

"I think Eddie's got that covered."

This got a gasp from Eddie, placing a hand on his chest. "When did I become the bottom??"

Ohhh?? The subject on who 'topped' or 'bottomed' in their relationship never really came up in conversation. The new nugget of information was dizzying to imagine. Mr.Rough-Em'-Up Billy Hargrove, panting and moaning on all fours. Oh yup, that would be a fun little session when you were back in your bed tonight.

"We're here." Billy pulled into the parking lot, looking away to hide his reddened cheeks. The diner was right ahead of you, and the large glass windows along the front allowed you to see who was inside. It was a slow night, which you loved. Felt more intimate. Then you scanned the area and realized... Rich wasn't there. You were already ten minutes late, he should've beaten you here.

Following your line of sight, the boys came to the same realization. "Do you want us to wait for you? In case you need a ride back?" You could tell Eddie was trying to keep a positive attitude, but his eyes gave him away. Glaring the entrance door as if he expected Rich to walk through it and spontaneously combust from the intensity of his stare.

"We'll be right here."

The usual waitress gave you a sympathetic smile as she placed the second milkshake in front of you, and collected the empty glass from the first. Thirty minutes late, and still no sign of Rich. You couldn't see them in the dark of the parked Camaro in the lot, but you could feel their eyes on you. Most likely fuming.

"Oh shit, you're still here." The voice, despite it being one you've apparently waited so long to hear, didn't bring you any sense of comfort. Not with the crass way his words came out. "I thought you would've taken the hint and left."

Richard 'Town's Biggest Asshole' Cummings, has officially beaten Billy for top spot.

The girl on his arm only added to the stinging humiliation that bubbled behind your eyelids. It collected in the corners of your eyes, and you fought with everything you had not to let it escape. It's bad enough if Rich saw you cry, but this chick seeing it felt like such an intrusion. Who was he to expose your raw nerves like this?

"Fuck you, Richard." Was all you could manage, standing up from your seat and rummaging around in your purse for the wallet you were almost sure you put in there. Or maybe you didn't. Richard usually made a big deal about paying for your dates. Fuck.

He scoffed, pulling a roll of bills from the back pocket of his jeans. "Here. Take it as an apology."

"She won't need it."

Richard stumbled forward as someone pushed by him, purposely moving him aside with their broad and confident posture. Billy placed money down on the table and took your hand. His grip was soft and careful, in contrast to his aggressive stance. The free hand by his side was clenched into a fist. "Let's go, babydoll." He looked over his shoulder at the two of them, recognizing the girl from one of his past hookups. "Hope you know, she's all teeth, Rich. It's like stickin' your dick in a cheese grater. Have fun!"

Without hesitation, he shrugged his demin jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. A blanket of needed comfort. Like the arm he slung over your shoulder, guiding you out into the chilly night air.

"Son of a bitch!" As expected, Billy's composure didn't hold up by the time you all made it back to your house. "I'll wring his neck for this." Out of respect for your things, he didn't punch the walls like he would've done at home. Instead he dug his nails into his palms. "I know where his house is. Let's pay him a visit."

"Boys..." You whined, curled into yourself on the couch.

Eddie was on board, already patting his pockets for keys. "We should take my van, though. People can spot your Camaro from a mile away."

"BOYS!!" They both turned to you, freezing in place. You didn't raise your voice often. "I- ...As much as I love the thought of Rich getting his ass kicked, I just- I really need you two right now..." There was no more fight left in you, and the tears refused to be held back any longer. They made themselves known with the heavy sob that passed your trembling lips. Taking you apart piece by piece.

All plans for rearranging Richard's face were forgotten in the wake of your meltdown. The two of them rushed to your side, sitting on either side of you and squishing you between them in a tight hold. If you weren't so distraught, you would've appreciated the warmth of two toned chests and arms caging you in. It's like they tried to overpower the tears with an abundance of cheek kisses. Fingers running through your hair, and large palms rubbing your back and shoulders. You couldn't tell who was doing what. You just let yourself sink into it. Closing your eyes as they whispered sweet nothings into your ears.

"You're too good for him, sweetheart."

"He didn't know what to do with a girl like you, anyway."

"You'll always have us. You know that, right?"

"Heh, I dunno if we should let you date again. Can't really trust your choices." Billy said, slightly muffled by the position of his face in the crook of your neck. "Maybe we should just keep you for ourselves. What do you think, Ed?"

Eddie peeked up from nuzzling at your collarbone. "I think you're right. 'Least she knows we'll treat her right. Don't you, princess?"

Truly, your mind was mush in their grasp. Your heart, well, they've been holding onto that for a long time. "I love you." Coming from a dreamy haze, you made sure to lock eyes with both of them. "You mean so much to me."

"We love you too, babydoll."

For once, after hearing those words from them, you felt at ease. Replacing the pressure of finding a date, with the satisfaction of having your two favorite boys wrapped around your finger. ♡

♡ A/N: Love the requests!! Keep em comin' ✨️ Mostly for blurbs and headcanons, since I'm already working on multiple full-length fics right now. ♡

Masterlist , Ao3 ☆

[yqswo]

not into you (rq)

pairing : moon chanelle x fem!reader

summary : you got into a fight with chanelle because she acted as if she was not in a relationship with you. you two were invited to a party, and a guy approached you, making you uncomfortable. and um chanelle, to the rescue?

cw/tw : cursing, harassing, fighting, partying, kinda jealous chanelle, angsty, wine beers etc. grammatical errors

“Chanelle are you serious right now?!?” You yelled while running a hand through your hair. You are now yelling at Chanelle who was trying to find the car key for the past 10 minutes.

Y/n was frustrated with Chanelle, her girlfriend who kept acting like they were not in a relationship. They had been invited to a party at their friend's house, but Chanelle totally forgot about it, adding more to Y/n's frustration.

Y/n decided to go to the party by herself, determined to have a good time without Chanelle.

You never thought about spending your this crappy night at a party but here you were downing your 4th cup of some alcoholic concoction that Yunah made. Whatever it was, it tasted amazing and gave you the buzz needed to survive the rest of this party hosted by her.

While at the party, you met a guy named Zen who immediately caught your attention.

“What a pretty girl like you doing here all alone hm?” He said, standing next to you with alcohol in his hands. You sighed while playing with the cup in your hands.

“I was supposed to come here with a friend but we had a fight so yeah, I’m here alone.” You replied as he hummed in response.

“I can fix that.” He smiled.

You found yourself immediately attracted to Zen. He was playful, witty and charming, and he quickly made you feel comfortable. You started to forget about the troubles with Chanelle as you keep interacting with Zen.

You two spent time together at the party, laughing and joking around with each other. You was drawn to Zen and began to feel like you could forget all about the problems with your girlfriend. That’s what you thought.

You two were having fun, laughing and joking around until you started feeling his hands caressing your hips. You thought that he was just drunk at first but not until at how he started sliding his hands under your dress.

You slapped his hand away, “Zen, what the fuck?”

“Aw come on, let’s have some fun together.” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You look into his eyes that was hungrily staring down at you with nothing but lust.

He started bringing you outside from the party, his grip on your arm tightened. You squirmed at how hard his grip is on your arms, you felt like your arms gonna be bruised after this.

“L-let me go! Where even are you taking me too!?!” You yelled trying to pulled away from his grasp.

He came in halted in front of car which is probably his. He pushed you against the car and cover your mouth with his hands.

“Shut up already, I’m gonna ruin you and you’re gonna watch me fucking do that.” He smirked and started roughly kissing your neck leaving a few marks behind.

You, on the other hand, are trying your best to push this man away, but, by the way, he’s trapping you with his long arms, and you can’t seem to escape. A few tears left your eyes, hoping that this'd end soon. And luckily, before he could take you into his car, you saw how he got pulled back by the hair. You let out a gasp as he fell to the ground. You looked up and saw Chanelle staring at Zen with anger visible on her face. Chanelle wasted no time and started tackling him, throwing blows after blows. 

“Dude, can’t you see that she’s just not into you?” Chanelle grumbled.

You were stunned by the scene happening in front of you, but you quickly gained your senses and held Chanelle by her shoulder as a sign for her to stop. You’re pretty sure that the guy is already unconscious by the look of it.

Chanelle stands up and wipes away the sweat that was forming on her forehead. She intertwined your hands with hers and headed towards her car. She opened the door for you before quickly going into the driver's seat. The ride home was silent; none of you dared to open your mouth after what had happened. Mostly you, because you’re still shaking, thinking about what could have happened if Chanelle hadn’t come and saved you. Your thoughts were cut off when you felt a hand on your tights. You look over to see Chanelle smiling softly at you.

“Love, we’re home.”

You both got into the house and sat in silence in the living room. You saw that Chanelle’s knuckles were still bleeding, so you went to get the aid kit before sitting back down.

Silently, you gently treated her wounds and bruises. You can feel her eyes on you the entire time but, you tried your best to ignore it. It was quiet, not until she breaks it.

“I’m sorry.” Chanelle mumbled.

“I’m really sorry. Im sorry for acting like this the whole time, please forgive me darling.”

“Why?” you asked, still treating her. “Why did you? Did you even love me on the first place?”

“Trust me, I-I love you. You’re my everything and I swear I can’t live without you! I can’t even imagine my life without you. I really really love you more than you think…” She explained, holding your hands afterwards.

“I-I just don’t know how to acts, I love you so much that I can’t bare losing you that’s why… please, forgive me. Give me one more chance and i’ll love you forever—”

You pulled her in for a kiss, shutting off her rambling. It does make your heart swell, but at least she’s telling the truth. Now, nothing else is on your mind but to start this relationship again, but seriously, this time.

a/n — dew after writing this :🧍‍♀️ANON IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO BAD AND RUSHED 😓

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2022: Exhibitionism & Voyeurism (18+)]

SukuIta | Jujutsu Kaisen No Curse AU + cw: Incest 19-10-2022

Day 19: I̷n̷f̷l̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n | C̷o̷l̷l̷a̷r̷i̷n̷g | [Exhibitionism & Voyeurism]

Sukuna decides to make things more exciting by fucking Yuji on their balcony and despite his whining, he knows Yuji likes it. He also knows a certain neighbour enjoys the show.

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Sukuna has always loved trying to push Yuji’s boundaries, suggesting new things to try even though his brother always seems unsure about it. Turns out, more often than not, he ends up also loving it.

And it was the exact same thing for the new play they were having.

Yuji had been really anxious at the idea of doing some exhibitionism. “Come on, I’m not saying we have to go to a random park and fuck in a bush” Sukuna rolled his eyes, “I saying we could just do it on the balcony”.

Their balcony had a concrete wall with some short metal railing above it, making it impossible to see. To be able to actually catch them, someone would need to be from the building opposed to theirs and from a higher floor.

Or their next-door neighbours.

This had seemingly been enough to make Yuji consider the idea, before accepting it.

The first time Sukuna decided to do it, it was starting to be late in the evening, the sun setting slowly.

It was interesting having his cute twin brother trying to keep a cool and collected face when Sukuna was eating him out and preparing him for more. He could still hear the quiet moan Yuji was trying to keep in.

Then at some point, he pressed himself against his back, nearly trapping him against the wall. Darkness was already settling outside, illuminating nearly only by the lights from inside their apartment.

“For someone who was unsure, you sure seem to enjoy it a lot” Sukuna whispered near his ear, biting down on it a little.

Yuji whining his name was like music to his ears, making him chuckle as he grabbed onto his hips.

Soon his brother’s whining was gone when he felt his cock rubbing against his ass, looking over his shoulder. “Look at you, all needy for your brother’s cock” he laughed lowly as he felt Yuji grind back against him.

“Quite being a jerk and fuck me” Yuji he shot back, trying to keep his voice not too loud.

Then Yuji yelped, the sound of a slap echoing in the quietness of the night. He saw his brother slap a hand over his mouth, looking around anxiously.

“Don’t start being a brat now, you wouldn’t want me to punish you on the balcony now, would you?”. This earned him a glare, although Yuji did shake his head quickly to indicate he didn’t want that.

“Then be a good boy for big brother” he grinned, hand caressing over where he had slapped him.

He decided that he had enough of teasing him, lining himself up with Yuji’s entrance after adding some more lube. Then he sank in, feeling the familiar warmth around him.

He nearly went all in one movement, his brother was already used to him by now and with how often they went at it.

It was pretty fun seeing his twin look around like this, trying to make sure no one was passing by while he was leaning against the railing.

It was already getting a bit late and Sukuna knew that on their rather quiet street, no one would really be out this late. Even from across the streets, a lot of the lights were off or the curtain pulled.

Still, he wasn’t going to complain about it when he could feel Yuji being a bit tense and squeezing him more tightly when a sound surprises him. But honestly, he wanted to see him completely forget where they were as he fucked him. That would be even better.

And so he started moving, keeping a slow and steady rhythm, knowing this wasn’t what Yuji wanted. He knew his brother liked it quick and rough, having him push in deep inside of him. But Sukuna wanted to hear him beg tonight, so he kept a slow rhythm, just to see how long it would take until Yuji would beg him.

And unsurprisingly, it didn’t take too long.

“Sukuna, give me more” Yuji whined quietly, trying to push back against him despite the strong hands on his hips keeping him from moving.

“Can’t hear you brat, you’ll have to be louder” Sukuna grinned, enjoying the way Yuji blushed at the idea of asking more loudly in a place like this.

“I said fuck me properly” he finally said a little bit more loudly. This was enough for him, knowing that otherwise Yuji could also just get pissed and leave him.

So he picked up the pace, suddenly changing from slow and steady to quick and rough. This time he made sure to aim for the bundle of nerves that always pulled pretty noises out of Yuji.

The sound of skin slapping against each other came back, although a little bit less loudly than when he slapped him earlier. It was still probably enough to be found out.

Just as he had thought, Yuji was slowly starting to lose focus on his watch of the street.

He was still biting down on his lips, not leaving any loud moans escape his mouth. He sure whined a lot though.

He ended up leaning over him, nibbling and biting at his exposed neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me tonight, admit it, you really like this” he grinned against his ear, kissing the side of his face.

Yuji replied while shaking his head, still acting as if he wasn’t very turned on too. This resulted in Sukuna biting his ear again, chuckling lowly.

“You know what happens when you’re not honest with big brother, I won’t let you cum” he warned.

This seemed to make Yuji decide to think his answer over, looking over his shoulder towards him. Sukuna only gave him a knowing smirk.

They were both very similar in terms of sexual preferences, he knew Yuji had to be loving this despite what he said.

Then he heard Yuji mumble something, although it wasn’t really clear enough for him to get it. “I didn’t get that~” he said, wanting him to repeat himself.

“I said I do like it… when big brother fucks me on the balcony,” Yuji said, hiding against his forearm halfway through his answer.

This made Sukuna chuckle, kissing his neck as a reward, a hand snaking around so it could take hold of Yuji’s erection.

“Good boy, you deserve a little reward for finally being honest with me~”.

He was starting to get closer and he knew Yuji was also likely getting closer to his climax. So he started jerking him with a similar rhythm to his pounding, hand knowing how to touch him the right way.

He was pretty satisfied when he heard some moans escape Yuji, his control slowly slipping away.

Then he felt Yuji get suddenly a lot tighter around him, contracting as he came with a muffled moan. Sukuna wasn’t too far behind, burying himself deep inside Yuji.

They then stayed like this, catching their breath slowly. Sukuna wrapped his arms around his brother, helping him stay upright on his shaky legs, kissing his neck. “That was pretty fun” he whispered, to which Yuji only huffed, not arguing anymore, which did make him chuckle.

Then something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, making him turn. His eye stopped on a balcony from the building across the street, squinting a little bit at it. He was sure he had seen something move over there.

“What’s wrong?” Yuji asked, head leaning back against his shoulder.

“Nothing” Sukuna simply smiled, pulling him backwards with him so they could go back inside, “Let’s go take a bath now~” he simply suggested. Yuji immediately brushed aside his sudden wonder, pulling away from him so he could walk by himself without having Sukuna still in him.

Then they did this kind of play again, just like many other things Sukuna had suggested. But this time, Sukuna was putting his attention a little bit more towards a certain balcony.

And sure enough, they were being watched.

He would have found this person and given them a good warning for coming back all the time, but he recognised who it was. It was that gloomy brat his brother had befriended and who lived in the building across the street.

A gloomy brat that clearly had a little crush on /his/ Yuji.

Although he didn’t mind letting him have a show. Like this, that Fushiguro guy would know who Yuji belongs to.

So he suggested having sex more and more on the balcony, especially since the colder weather wasn’t here yet. He knew very well that from where Megumi was, he could very well see them, Sukuna making sure of it.

Maybe with chances the sound of their body slapping against each other also echoed to him.

He’d even make sure there was enough light for them to be seen better. He was not necessarily one to show off how sexy Yuji could be, but this was alright since it would show who he belonged to. He was sure the young man was having a good time by himself on his lonely balcony watching Yuji getting fucked by his brother.

From the time he’d crossed paths with the brat, he saw the look he was giving him, Sukuna just smirking back at him. He was clearly not pleased by it, but apparently didn’t know what to do about it. Funnily enough, it didn’t stop him from being friends with Yuji.

And of course, Yuji was none the wiser. And it would stay like this, he didn’t want Yuji to be mad at him after all.

“What’re you looking at” Yuji whined once as he was riding him, trying to look back. “I bird was in the tree and I got distracted” Sukuna replied, making Yuji turn back to him to kiss him.

His brother pouted, clearly displeased that he was putting attention on something else than him while they were having sex. “Don’t be mad” Sukuna chuckled, going to kiss and nibble at his neck, eyes drifting to a certain balcony, “I’ll put back all my attention on you” he assured him.

“I just thought it was funny that the bird was watching us”.

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(tsk tsk, bad Suku-nii, you shouldn't hide from Yuji that his best friend is watching him from his balcony while you fuck him silly😏🤭.

This had less voyeurism than first intended, maybe I'll make a follow-up to this one Megumi's being a naughty boy too)

Original - AO3

[perpetuallurkernazanin]

A teenager appeared in my DMs saying that Eny “seriously fucked [them] over mentally” and asking for help in spreading the word so other teens don’t also get hurt. Here’s the story they shared, and that of another teenager. (cw: the doc-linked-within-the-doc contains screencaps of fetish talk by Eny and another).

https://twitter.com/thrwawyy2/status/1634429570429452289?s=20

TLDR: Eny has been emotionally abusive and sexually irresponsible (to say the least) with multiple minors during the past year.

Near the end the doc says: “I just want people to be aware of the things he’s exposed me to and for him to stay away from minor dominated spaces permanently. I don’t want him to hurt another kid ever again.”

As the doc reports, Eny made this response.

In addition to the multiple screencaps the teen added to their doc showing that Eny is lying about being a fan of 4lung, here’s a screencap I have from 2020 (just taken today in a previously-shared server)[image]

Also, “I looked at this person as an equal instead of a 17-year-old” is a problem, not an excuse. When Eny was pretending to be an adult, he talked about maintaining proper boundaries between adult content and teens. He has not kept those healthy boundaries since becoming a real adult.

This is on top of two incidents less than a year ago.

He knowingly did erotic role-play with a 17-year-old in April 2022. There are screencaps of him talking about it here [https://imgur.com/a/CfBnrkR]. Source: this document, which documents more toxic behavior by Eny in the OSC fandom.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XT6keyvq9B-BDaWzBXLP99FkO0_oNKgMwrduhXyPmOg/edit

Here is a Tumblr post that links the above doc and says that Eny had been talking about plans to re-join OK KO fandom: https://www.tumblr.com/richestindaworld/707160361659432960/awareness-on-eny-luridbrainrotcornenjoyer

In addition to the above, in July 2022 a 13-year-old shared art on Twitter depicting one of Eny’s fetishes (involving teeth). In that post the 13-year-old said they’d never drawn fetish art for Eny, that the art wasn’t fetish, and I do not doubt that for them it was not… but in the past Eny has drawn and shared similar art in Discord servers and talked about how the subject is a sexual fetish for him. I’m not going to post those screencaps for minors to see, but adults may DM me to see them.

*

Apparently Eny has now deactivated accounts.

Hopefully he really is seeking real-life help, this time. Like Eny says: “It’s going to take years for this stuff to even begin to think of healing.” But if past behavior is an indication of future behavior, it’s possible he’ll be back in a few months expecting or insisting that people forget or excuse his previous bad behavior.

He should not be in contact with any minor, as he has shown repeatedly that he can’t help being emotionally abusive and sexually irresponsible to them.

The safest thing for everyone is to not interact, and to simply warn minors to stay away.

[ocean-blue-whump]

A Coach and a Canvas

For other Marlow posts: #marlow lancaster: wildcat

Taglist: ask to be added!

CW: gang setting, mentions of prior kidnapping, post fistfight

***

Marlow can still feel the blood pounding in her ears. She sits down on the bench in the locker room, holding a towel to the cut above her eye. Fuck, that was…something out there. Her heart is still racing from the fight. She doesn’t remember exactly how she got here, how this ended up happening, but a few nights ago, she met a guy who put her down on a schedule and told her to show up at this address. 

Not even an hour ago, she was standing in front of a metal door with no idea what she got herself into. She was the first fight of the night, facing off against a big, muscular woman. It was…Marlow doesn’t know what happened. She had kept light on her toes and bounced around, and eventually, the woman tired out. A few well placed punches to the jaw and chest had her on the ground with the crowd roaring. 

It was still a hard fight. The woman was strong enough that every single hit she landed hurt like hell, leaving bruises and splitting Marlow’s skin open. 

Marlow bends over and spits a mouthful of blood into the towel, then puts it back to her head. The adrenaline is still coursing through her body. Listening to the spectators…she doesn’t think she’ll forget it any time soon. It was fucking addicting, the power that surged through her when she stood up from the sawdust-covered ring, blood dripping from her face, bruises forming on her bare torso. She wants to bottle that feeling and breathe it in over and over. 

She’s so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn’t notice the other person in the locker room until he clears his throat. Marlow jumps a little bit, wiping her face with the bloody rag. “Oh, sorry. Can I…help with something?”

The man isn’t too tall, his jet black hair slicked back and his goatee neatly groomed. He’s muscular, in a skin tight gray shirt and black joggers. He smiles warmly at her, his hands in his pocket. “Marlow, right? You fought Misty tonight?” 

“If that was her name, yeah.” Marlow sets the rag down, hoping she doesn’t look like a maniac with blood all over her face. “I did my best.”

“Have you been trained before?” the man asks, sitting down on the bench next to her. “I mean, you won, but it was…rough.” He laughs a little, smiling at her. “So did you have formal training or informal or nothing?”

Marlow stares at the ground, lacing her bruised hands together. “Umm, nothing. I just kind of waited until she got tired.”

“Smart move. The bigger someone is, the more likely you’ll be able to wear them off. You also took hits pretty well. Of course, you’re bleeding now, but you were good at keeping calm when she decked you. Got back up pretty quickly.” The man stands up and moves in front of Marlow, leaning against the lockers. “I have to be honest with you, Marlow. I don’t really care about making small talk. At this point, you probably realized we work outside of the law here, but there’s profit in it. Tonight, you fought on a small ticket independently. There wasn’t any money in what you did. You were like an appetizer for the bigger events. You came into this independently, but the fighters on the big tickets aren’t independent. Most of them work under a coach, and really, there are only four coaches that matter here. Four of us train, manage, and support the biggest fighters in the arena.” He smirks at her, holding her gaze confidently. “I’ve been looking for a new fighter. The problem is that there are two main groups of people. The first are good fighters, yeah, but they’ve been trained before. They’re damaged canvases. What I can teach won’t matter because they already have their habits. The other group is untrained, yet shows no potential and no skill and no will to learn. You’re in a third group. You’ve got a lot of skill, and you’re a very, very appeasing blank canvas. No one will see a girl like you coming, and with my help, I can make you a legend here. The crowd you had tonight? Don’t play dumb, Marlow. I know you loved it, and when I make you a big ticket fighter…there’s nothing quite like it. You’ll have all those people hanging on every little move you make. My name is Rico Lochan, and I’m the best of the four top coaches. I can take you to the top. I can make you lethal, and all you have to do is say yes.”

Marlow listens to Rico’s speech and tries to absorb as much of it as she can. Everything he’s saying sounds promising…too promising. “What’s the catch?” she asks, crossing her legs at the knee. 

Rico chuckles. “I’m glad you asked. I’d be worried if you didn’t. The catch, Marlow, is that…I’ve tried to train others to be my prodigy, and, well, let’s just say I’ve gotten mixed results. A lot of people can’t handle what it takes to be the best. They don’t want to give themselves to this life. Devotion is a difficult thing to come by these days. And, of course, I’m not an easy man to work with. You look about college age, I won’t interfere with your classes, but I will ask you to give me everything you have. I’ll push you to your breaking point, Marlow, and you’ll either sink or swim.” Rico shrugs, his voice still light. “To be honest, there’s something in your eyes, kid. I’m not going to make assumptions about who you are, but there is just something about you. I’ve tried fifteen other trainees to find a prodigy. Not one of them, after winning their first fight, had that smile on their face when they one. Not one of them would have kept getting up after taking the beating you did.”

“I’m eighteen,” Marlow says in a hoarse voice, looking up at him. When he doesn’t stop her, she keeps talking. “I’m eighteen years old. You don’t need to know where I’m from or anything else about me, but you do need to know that breaking me down isn’t possible. I don’t know what weak ass bitches you tried to train before me, but I’m nothing like them.” She stands up from the bench and all she can think about is what it felt like to stand over Misty with blood hands and hear people roar for her. There was so much peace in that violence. Marlow hasn’t felt calm…ever, especially not since the kidnapping incident. That is, until she caught the underside of Misty’s chin with an uppercut. There was calm in her muscles burning and her body begging her to stop. “You want a fighter, I can learn.”

“Good girl,” Rico says with a smile. “First thing’s first. I can call you Marlow, but your name to anyone else, coaches or other fighters, is a weakness. People do bad shit if they see someone threatening their winning streak. You need a name. Marlow Lancaster doesn’t belong here. She’s a weak little girl. Wildcat, on the other hand…that’s a name people could bet on.” His grin is slow and wicked and dark and Marlow’s heart is going to beat right out of her chest. “Say it, Wildcat. Tell me what you’re doing here. Give yourself to me and I’ll make you the most powerful woman in this whole fucking city.”

Marlow focuses her energy on Rico. There’s no room for fear, and yeah, she could beat Misty, but that’s not enough. She needs to protect herself because she never wants to be a scared girl kidnapped by a serial killer again. “I give myself to you,” she says, green eyes cold. “Body and soul, Rico. I want to fight. So push me. Teach me how to win here. Teach me how to fight.” 

Rico steps forward, holding Marlow's chin and tipping her head up. He examines her, tilting her face around, his eyes lingering over the streaks of blood and blossoming bruises. “We’ll make something out of you, Wildcat. Tomorrow, four in the morning. Meet me here and we’ll go over your schedule.” He lets go of her chin and starts walking towards the door, but stops with his hand on the handle. “Clean yourself up and hide those stupid fucking bruises. No trainee of mine walks around looking like that from such an amateur fight. Getting beat by fucking Misty. You might have won, but that performance is nothing to be proud of.” 

Marlow watches him slam the door, her head spinning. His mood changed so fast, but his voice still stayed light. In five seconds, he brought Marlow’s fantasy crashing back down to earth. She brings her hand to her face, suddenly aware of how she looks. “Fuck…” she mutters, staggering over to the sink. The girl who stares back at her is bloody and bruised and exhausted. Not a fighter. 

It’s been ages since she’s slept well. It’s been so long since she’s felt anything other than helpless. The girl in the mirror isn’t anywhere close to a wildcat, but Marlow has to try. She splashes some water on her face, puts on her jacket, grabs her bag, and steps out into the night, fishing in her pocket for a cigarette. 

[theofreakingbell]

cw/tw pet death

one of our cats is dying and needs to be put down in the morning and I am so distracted from even just being able to grieve because like

I like in basically two rooms in our house that can be dark enough so that I don't get overwhelmed by the light, and the kitties can't get in because leaving the doors open, especially when sleeping, it's a sensory nightmare. so I asked my mom over a year (possibly twi? ik it was more than a year and a half) ago if we could get kitty doors in the doors. and every month or two since then. no kitty doors. I asked her in large part because I knew I didn't have forever with them and I wanted to let them in so I could spend time with them, as I have spent virtually none in the last four or five years. no kitty doors. she kept saying she would. and now that chance is fucking passed for this entire little being. this kitty and I don't get another chance.

I'm so fucking livid and scared because it feels like no matter what I do no matter how I ask or how often important things never happen and I'm just never going to see people or anything I love before they die. for no reason. and that nothing is ever going to happen unless I do it myself, and it is so hard to stop myself from trying when I can't do stuff because it hurts me but it feels like the only way anything will ever happen (this has happened multiple times with health things where numerous doctors never figured something out until I googled it or saw a comment on instagram or something that put it together and brought it to them on a silver platter. it's a mindfuck because some of that stuff could have killed me so the feeling is uuh. very not good and very intense) 

I'm sorry tinky (her name is Tink). I'm sorry I wasn't healthier for you and couldn't work it out myself. I'm sorry I wasn't a better advocate for you and that I couldn't love you in person as much as I love you from here. I couldn't have but still. I'm sorry. and I'm sorry my mom let us down like that. I feel so fucking helpless to help you or anyone else. 

I feel so utterly powerless rn and like I should just say bye to everyone I love because they're just going to die and I'm never going to be given the oppurtunity to say hi or even bye because my mom is gonna forget, or get distracted, or not bother, no matter how many times I ask her or how I ask her, no matter if I cry while doing so. We were so close to actually getting a door too after years of asking begging offering to help in any way that I can. I'm so angry and scared rn. 

I'm also terrified bc what if the same thing happens to our other kitty. they are sisters they are the same age and I've been terrified of that. I'm closer to the other kitty, picked her out myself when she was a kitten from a shelter few and I want to squeeze her close to me and never let her go and I can't even let her in to comfort her. I'm so mad. 

I just wish it wasn't so obviously preventable. so obviously something that could have gone differently if my mom had just bothered to do so sooner. She gets to sleep with them every night. gets to see them and socialise with them every day, and yet she couldn't bother to arrange me being able to see them despite me begging her periodically for over a fucking year. I wish I didn't have to deal with THAT hurt and break of trust as well as my grief. the only thing that's stopping me from screaming at her is that it would wake my brother, and she was his more than anyone else's. he picked her out from the shelter almost a decade ago. and she would hear it and I don't want her to have her last night here be awful. 

I'm so tired of my fucking parents. I'm so tired of them adding to existing issues and causing entirely new ones. I'm so exhausted and crying makes me sicker but I can't just not. I wish it didn't and I didn't have to be afraid of simply crying.

The amount of times I have only been able to just lay here feeling like shit and wishing they could lay here with me. they liked doing that. and now I'll never get the chance with her again. angry

I feel so fucking empty.

[clemjolichose]

Would You Be So Kind?

Summary: During his college years, Patton falls in love with a boy he often sees at the coffee shop in the morning. His best friend Emile helps him approach the very handsome young man.

AU: Burning Pile - a college Sanders Sides AU. This one-shot takes place before the main events of the AU and represents Logan, Patton, Emile and Remy’s backstories.

Characters: Logan (he/him), Patton (he/they), Emile (he/she), Remy (he/him), Willy (OC, he/him)

Pairings: logicality (Logan x Patton) and remile (Remy x Emile)

TW/CW: ableism, fatphobia (for one interaction around the middle)

Patton Warren and Emile Picani had only entered the Remy's when the second man exclaimed:

"Oh! Cutie at twelve o'clock!"

Patton looked and blushed immediately.

"Shush! He will hear you!"

He put a finger over his own mouth, accompanying his words with a shushing gesture. Emile laughed it off and walked over to the counter, turning to the barista. He smiled at him and laughed awkwardly, all flirtatious.

"Hey Rem- hum, my friend and I would like your darkest coffee, as usual."

The man wiggled his eyebrows, making the barista laugh.

"As dark as your soul, I suppose? All right, two cups of cream coming up!"

He turned around to just prepare their usual - and not two cups of cream - as Emile watched him. Patton, however, was a little distracted by the first cutie spotted when they entered the coffee shop. He had already seen his face around the campus, but every time his heart failed him like the first, skipping beats and accelerating. His stomach would twist at the thought of talking to this stranger, hearing his voice... though he never entertained the idea long enough to build up the courage to do it. It didn't matter how many times Emile pushed him towards him. It had been two months now and they still didn't know his name or what he was studying here.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, you can get your coffee now, Remy teased him, handing him the cup."

Patton snapped back into reality and blinked a few times at the barista who laughed again.

"You're really all head over heels for him. Falling hard, uh? Can't blame you, you have the same look as Emily.

-You call Em "Emily"? Patton asked, finally taking the cup.

-Yeah, well, he's real cute. You better run back to him or he'll start thinking something is up, Remy advised him."

Patton turned his head to see Emile waving at him from a table. He hesitated.

"He paid for you, you'll pay next time; the barista informed him."

So he smiled at Remy while walking over to his best friend. 

Logan had been here for an hour, barely looking up from his notebook and textbooks scattered around the table. He sometimes sipped from his black coffee in which he secretly added liquor. Not that he liked the taste, but it was to keep him going. The stress of being near the finals of the first semester was getting to him and he needed this to not fall apart. After all, he was already doing that in high school, which, of course, should be considered a bad idea because he was a teenager. The thing is: as long as he was getting perfect grades, it didn't matter how he was doing it. Nobody cared. So he kept doing it and it started being a habit - and Logan really struggled to fall out of it, or get another one. His autistic brain had found a way to cope with the stress of being inadequate and no other methods could get to that level. He was fucked...

Still, he didn't drink too much alcohol at once. Only a sip of liquor in a coffee every now and then, not more than once a week. Though he knew that alcoholism was around the corner, waiting for him, he just didn't want to think about it. Losing himself and his sense of reality into his work was the best way to forget about it. And that was how he didn't spot the two guys loudly talking about him. Remy hadn't missed them though and was about to make things move fast. 

There weren't a lot of clients, actually no one was coming in, so Remy got out from behind the counter and walked over to Patton and Emile, sitting beside them on a reversed chair. He supported himself by putting his crossed arms on the backrest.

"Hey, by the way, the Remy's will host a game show tomorrow night. Something chill, so people can get to know each other. I was wondering if two cute, clever guys like you would like to come and bless us with their presence?"

Both men blushed and giggled softly, but Emile was definitely the most flustered. Patton answered for the both of them:

"Yeah, that could be fun. What time?

-Six pm, be on time 'cause I know someone will."

Remy eyed over to Logan who had just rolled his sleeves all the way above his elbows. It was Patton's turn to get flustered and Emile's turn to answer, hooking his arm around his friend's shoulders.

"We will be there. Thanks!"

With a satisfied and rather proud expression, Remy rose up. He gave a last piece of information before returning to his job, though:

"He will want to get first place in the Trivia Game. Make him know you're clever, get on his team, and win his heart. That's the way."

And with those words, he fingerguned his way out. 

Patton was freaking out. They had nothing to wear for a fun night out on the town - or on the campus! At least Emile, as a good roommate and best friend, was supporting them through a mental breakdown during which they changed their mind. Sitting at the end of their bed, their head in their hands, they were almost crying.

"Come on, Pat! It's gonna be okay!"

Emile held them, caressing their back with a smile.

"I know it means a lot to you. Hey- how about this: you go through my wardrobe and find something to wear there. Does it sound good?"

Patton lifted their head and wiped their cheeks.

"Yeah, huh, why not.

-Rise up then, Sleeping Beauty, it's time to get you changed to meet your Prince Charming before midnight.

-I think you're mixing tales..."

They both laughed while walking over to Emile's bedroom.

An hour or so later, Emile and Patton stepped in the Remy's, the music playing loudly with people dancing in the middle of the room where tables have been removed. Emile approached the young owner.

"Hey, you turned it into a nightclub.

-That wasn't the idea but someone took the DJ's place and I don't know where she went, Remy answered, lowering his glasses to look at Emile.

-Have you checked the bathroom? Patton said."

He shook his head.

"I should go. Are you coming with me, Emile?"

The man nodded excitedly and followed his crush to the bathroom, leaving Patton alone with a sorry expression, mouthing the word to them. He brushed it off, putting his thumbs up in encouragement. When both men were out of sight, he settled in a quiet corner before being approached by Remy's former boss - Willy. Willy sat down near them and talked to him:

"Look at that! That poor coffee shop! This not a way to keep the place nice, nay.

-It's students having fun. I wish we had a place like that when I started my studies here."

Patton looked at the people dancing with a pleased smile. Willy thought the student would agree with him, since he was just left by his friend and sitting in the corner, but they were happy seeing people happy, and right now the room was filled with laughter. He was just a grumpy old man before even reaching 40. He didn't answer, only muttering curses about the young generations that sometimes made Patton giggled. Willy was never hurtful, and could actually agree that progress was nice - he was himself a gay man after all - but he also didn't know how to express his feelings except through complaints. That's what his father did and his father's father before him. Patton never minded his company, nor did Remy who liked complaining with him or poking fun at him from time to time. Another person never minded him, and was actually eager to see him: Patton's crush. When he rolled over to them and settled next to Willy, Patton blushed and fell silent. He wished he had a drink to look down to and avert his eyes from the prettiest boy he had ever seen.

"Good evening, Willy. I didn't think you would come, the nerd greeted him with a low voice."

This wasn't the first time Patton heard him, but his voice was so deep and regular, almost like a bass rhythm that made his heart beat faster and louder - if the loud music didn't already.

"Well, you told me you'd be here, Willy answered sincerely. Though I don't know how the sound doesn't trigger you.

-Ear plugs.

-Ah, of course."

Patton had never heard Willy so relaxed. He was actually amazed hearing the two of them interact. Though it didn't last long because some dudes walked up to them, already laughing, looking like jerks already.

"Hey, what's up nerd? Not you since you're stuck in that chair!"

They high-fived and Patton's blood boiled in anger. They looked over at the said nerd who was looking at his legs, clutching his wheelchair's massive armrests. They were about to stand up when Willy snapped back, holding his cane in a threatening manner.

"You fuckers better go off and learn some respect before I kick your asses 'til you bleed! And I've done that to policemen in the 1980s so don't try me."

One of the guys went pale and tried to escape with his friend, but the other laughed.

"What you're gonna do, old man? You can't catch up if we run.

-See if you can run first. I'll have you on the ground."

They were getting close to fighting and the target of the mockery was very much upset, seeing how clenched his jaw was. Patton stepped in:

"You boys get off before I call Remy. You're just mean because you didn't find something else interesting to do, like getting girls. Be alone in another corner and let nice people enjoy nice things - that means not you.

-Oh, the fat boy is getting angry, the man cooed annoyingly. So what, you'll sit on us and make us suffocate? That's no muscle there, I bet I can lift you up."

So Patton did the only thing left to do: thanks to his smaller body, but very strong - the mean student was very wrong about Pat's strength - he kicked him right in the nuts. The boy fell and was led away by his scared friend. The violence wasn't usual for Patton and that made him snap back in reality. He turned to the man in the wheelchair who was breathing heavily while Willy was still cursing about them.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you mind if I-"

Patton was about to touch his hand in the hope to unclench it as he was visibly hurting himself, but he quickly shook his head, a movement so wide he might have pulled his neck.

"Okay, I'm not touching you, that's fine. You're fine, they're not there anymore."

They tried to talk loud enough to be heard, but not too much so he could still sound soft. The man wouldn't look up, his body tense.

"We should go outside, get you in a safe place where you can calm down. Can I touch your wheelchair to push you outside?"

He wasn't answering. Willy, who was finished cursing the jerks, explained:

"He's having a meltdown, he won't talk to you, you know...

-I'm not asking him to talk, there are other ways of communicating if we're willing to actually use empathy.

-We don't have the time, the older man sighed, annoyed."

He took the wheelchairs handles but then the man sitting in it jerked up, his hand flailing to Willy, smacking him to push him away.

"Ah fuck, Logan. You little shit."

And Patton understood the situation was very wrong.

"You should apologise to him, they said firmly, looking down at Willy.

-What? That shit hurts-

-Apologise now. Do you like to be respected? He would like that too and you showed disregard for his consent, so apologise!"

Willy stood there for a moment, leaning on his cane. Then he sighed again.

"You're right. Sorry boy, I didn't mean to hurt you. It was my fault."

Just like that, Logan calmed down, as if the guilt was removed from his shoulders and the sense of justice was rushing through him - a pleasant sensation for once. He looked up to stare at Patton's face, though not their eyes the student noted, saying nothing and standing still. After a moment, Patton asked again:

"Do you want me to push you outside?"

Logan nodded. Relieved, Patton turned around, took the handles and slowly made their way out. Willy stayed inside, ruminating about what he's done to the poor boy.

Outside, the air was chill and made the two men shiver. Logan squirmed and moaned in displeasure. Glancing over to him, Patton took off their scarf and showed it to him. When Logan looked at him with expectant eyes, not entirely understanding, they very slowly put it around him, smiling.

"There. Don't get cold."

Logan chuckled and snuggled in the soft light blue scarf. He looked away, very much embarrassed anyone had to see him during one of his meltdowns. He even smacked someone! But this kind stranger, who seemed so concerned about goodness and shoulds, stayed with him and didn't hold it against him. It was odd and he felt like he was about to be manipulated - a defence mechanism, though it fell apart when they spoke:

"So, do you have a partner for tonight's trivia game? It's in groups of two and I didn't find anyone."

He shook his head.

"Aw, too bad. Well, not really, because that means we can team up and win that game! Wouldn't it be fun?"

Logan chuckled while removing his ear plugs, now much more collected - there was something about the man next to him that calmed him in the most troubling, exciting, tender way.

"Weren't you with a friend?

-Emile? Oh, he plans to flirt with Remy all night. I don't want to be third wheeling.

-Third wheel- but you're... human."

Logan sounded genuinely confused about the expression, so Patton explained it - it was like explaining how college and city life worked to their parents. They were used to explaining things that looked easy to understand for some people, or even things that were the norm. But Patton wasn't normal, nor their family was, not even their best friend Emile. And they were more than happy to see their crush wasn't either, as they were afraid he would make fun of them.

"Being the third wheel is an expression - you say that about someone who is with friends that are in a relationship. The friends show their affection in front of the third person so that person becomes a third wheel, a witness of their affection.

-Ah, I see, Logan realised. Is it because a bicycle has two wheels so a third would be unnecessary? The third friend is the unnecessary wheel?

-That is a harsh way to put it but yeah. I mean, it really isn't far from the truth, because you feel unnecessary when you're the third wheel. So I better stay with you, huh? We're gonna have so much fun!""

Both of them were deeply focused on their conversation when Willy stepped out of the coffee shop.

"Well, gentlemen, I must head back home. I thought the Trivia Game would start sooner, he told them, playing with his cane's handle.

-Oh, I should try to find Remy, Patton said. I haven't seen him since Emile and him- Oh, I think I know what happened.

-You do that and I get some sleep. I'm sure I'll dream about kicking those bastards' asses."

Logan chuckled, moving back and forth in his wheelchair. Patton noticed it in the corner of their eye and smiled. It made them happy to see their crush so alive and energetic in their own weird way after their meltdown. Willy walked away, waving at Logan.

"You can go and search for Remy, I'll get back inside by myself.

-Alright, I'll get back to you for the game so don't try to hide!"

Patton hurried inside while Logan calmly made his way back into the party. 

When Patton entered the restroom, he heard the sound of smooching. He grimaced and knocked on a stall's door.

"Remy?"

Remy and Emile stumbled behind the door, with lots of "shit" and "fuck" and "sorry". When they got out, Patton's best friend was red as ever and dishevelled.

"We weren't doing- Emile tried to say.

-I don't wanna know, Patton cut him out.

-We were just kissing!

-And I'm happy for you but I'm here to get Remy. People are waiting for the game to start."

Remy seemed to remember the game just now as he put his sunglasses back on.

"Thanks for telling me. I was a bit... distracted."

He glanced over at Emile who giggled adorably and Patton smiled. They were cute.

The three of them walked back into the party and Remy reached for the microphone, so Patton joined Logan. Emile winked at his best friend and gave him space to get closer to him.

Logan had a drink with him, calmly waiting for Patton at a table. He smiled at him when he saw him coming.

"What are you having?

-Red wine, Logan answered carelessly. Do you want me to get you a glass?

-They serve red wine?? Patton exclaimed, surprised.

-It's from Remy's personal collection, the man answered with a grin, looking proud."

Patton giggled and acquiesced, so Logan rolled to the counter and stealed Remy's wine bottle. He came back laughing and filled another glass so they could toast. The game started as they both sipped their wine.

The first questions were fairly easy and just a few people were eliminated. Patton and Logan were leading, answering Remy's questions with ease, especially for the nerd. And to celebrate each point, they both drank some wine to the point they were completely drunk by the end of the night and the final questions were a complete black out for Patton.

The next day, Patton tried to talk to Logan at the coffee shop, but he was resolutely silent and wouldn't even look at him.

"Hey, Lo, it's me, don't you remember? We teamed up last night for the game!"

No answer. No smile. No reaction. He sighed, pained to be ignored.

"Hey, did I do something wrong? I know I blacked out last night but if I did anything that embarrassed or hurted you, I would prefer to know about it!"

That somehow got Logan more tense. He was flipping pages while obviously not reading them, actively ignoring him.

"Please, Logan, stop ignoring me."

All of a sudden, Logan looked up in annoyance and sighed.

"I made a mistake last night. That's what happened."

All of Patton's words left his mouth and he couldn't think of an answer. Emile was flirting with Remy at the counter, unaware of what was happening between Patton and Logan.

"I… kissed you, the latter murmured finally, looking down at his textbooks.

-What…"

Patton was more and more confused.

"And it was a mistake, for you? he asked in a tiny tiny voice."

His eyes watered, his heart ached and he was almost choking, unable to talk. When Logan looked up once again, he couldn't help but panic, putting a hand on Patton's arm with a tight grip.

"Fuck, Patton, I'm sorry- What I meant is… Uh, I kissed without your consent, while you were drunk, and you not remembering it is just another proof that I shouldn't have done that."

His hand moved from his arm to his cheek as he was wiping away the tears.

"I don't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you on purpose, he continued."

Patton smiled and Logan's stomach flipped. He wanted to see his smile again, he wanted to see him beaming, shining like the sun outside. He froze there, agape, his eyes darting at  the man's lips.

"I know that, silly. And you were drunk too. Phew, I was afraid for a moment there, Patton giggled."

Logan smiled in return.

"Afraid of what? Logan asked, oblivious."

Patton got a little bit closer to his face.

"Afraid of– I don't know, my feelings not being reciprocated."

He played shyness, but was still smiling, knowing what would happen next. At least he hoped it would happen.

"But they are."

Logan was so red, his whole face was burning, and he didn't seem able to act on his feelings. He cleared his voice and talked again before Patton could:

"I've seen you at the theatre. You work at the theatre, right?

-I am a student in theatrical art, Patton nodded.

-And well… You, I couldn't get my eyes off you. I came back for each of your plays, I don't know what's happening to me…"

He sighed, because all these feelings were too much for him to handle. He was planting his nails in the palms of his hands, nervous and needing to stim his feelings out. Patton noticed and held his hand, playing with his fingers.

"Maybe we can talk about that after our lessons, this afternoon?

-We can, Logan acquiesced.

-Perfect, that's a date, Patton smiled. Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Logan blushed again and slightly turned his head to show his cheek. Patton laughed and planted a kiss there, before rushing outside, waving at his future boyfriend, a sweet man, kind enough to love him back. It was the start of a new exciting life-long adventure.

[incarnateirony]

hey... pssst... hey guys

remember when nexstar was first announced, and nobody here even knew wtf that was until one salty cancelled author flung misdirected blame about their show's low rating performance, and suddenly, everybody was chicken little and the sky was fucking falling, when none of you would have ever fucking blinked if she hadn't thrown said misdirected tweet?

yeahhhh. i remember that.

I remember mentioning AARP ads jokingly, but once all the news articles started dropping and similarly pointing at the senior demographic, which Nexstar DOES intend to employ heavily on daytime and certain days-- I was uncomfortable.

you might remember me saying like, everyone writing this is white, huh. you're missing the AA demo. whether you call that african american or all american. When the boycott nuked out their major shows, AA hung in there at the top of the game in the real numbers that actually sell high value ads, 18-49. And before CW, well, it used to be their goddamn airspace. Of course they're gonna keep watching their black entertainment and not give two fucks about upset white people doing upset white people things.

like. i distinctly. remember. saying that. like guys. everybody's forgetting the black demographic. Guys. [breaks out megaphone] HEY GUYS JUST. I'M LETTING you KNOW. YOU ARE MISSING SOMETHING IMPORTANT HAPPENING

but! some article opinion piece and salty author! Clearly this is all very clear insight and in no way white people with blinders on to this entire fuckin. It's literally called Studio City, and it's only like halfway done being built and heavily used by any big dog network you can think of.

Nexstar is just as signed into the assembly at the end of the day, sweethearts. I kept warning you. I kept fucking pointing that you were ignoring the important shit. I kept posting this shit. But like. IDK. almost EVERYONE in the fandom blank disregarded it, if it didn't boil down to an argument on if an angel and a lumberjack would kiss or not.

you wanna talk reputation battles, the titans have been slinging while everyone else pees about dean being bi on twitter. good work. i literally was up there on a fucking megahorn telling you what was going on and even then your white privilege blinded you fuckers, especially idiots willing to listen to absolute mental vacancies pretending to be in the know like 2p0

@dotthings with pedowitz packing his bags he's in your backyard now. i'm so sorry

[sukirichi]

reckless [01.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. explicit smut, accidental pregnancy, playboy! gojo, slight angst

✘ note. dedicated to wifey @7tsumurai​ who also made the banner and always supports me and showers me with love aaaa i love you baby <3 also this fic is mostly romance and fluff so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! thank you to @chosonore​ for pr-ing UWU. and we get like...10-15 chapters of this?!

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You shouldn’t be doing this.

The night was young; streaks of gold flashing with the shimmering jewellery collared on your neck, the romantic humming of the violins pairing perfectly with the champagne that fizzed in your hand. It was supposed to be another day at work where you accompanied your boss to one of his events, considering the Casanova refused to bring his girlfriends in fear they might get the wrong idea he liked them outside the bed. It should be just another day at work; you’ve accompanied him hundreds of times before. Today wasn’t any different.

And yet it was.

You blamed it on the alcohol. On the slow dancing. On the fact he hadn’t stopped complimenting you all night and you’d been so stressed, the amount of planning and sleepless nights sacrificed in exchange of preparing for this event made you grab for three more flutes, the touch of your undeniable attractive boss permanent on your waist.

Satoru was equally aggravated. You’d worked him long enough to recognize even the smallest of cues, and the fact you’d spend nearly every hour of the day working with him for weeks straight in the office let you know he needed to let off some steam.

And what better way to relieve both of your tensions if not to give in to the cloud of lust?

The sultry gazes, the clashing perfumes between rose and musk, and the alcohol – the fucking alcohol – that gave way to you succumbing to your desire just this once.

There were no more thoughts – or if there were, they were muddled – as you kissed him back just as passionately, forgetting the fact his stylist spent an hour gelling his hair back to perfection as your eager fingers traced over his scalp. How you ended up in the back of limousine was beyond you, and neither was it your biggest concern when Satoru insisted you kept your heels on; his large hands caressing all the way from the ankle pressed beside his waist up to your waist.

You felt his daft fingers move the lacy thong you wore especially for tonight (not because you expected something, but the boost in confidence felt necessary) before he slides inside almost too easily.

Both your gasps and moans are swallowed in the stuffy compartment, windows fogged saved for the handprint you’d left when he hit a sensitive spot. He was moaning in your neck, skin slippery and sweaty as you slid from one another, seemingly never staying from one place as your hands treaded through his hair down to rake your nails on his back; his touch angry on your hips before his thumb found home in your clit.

As much as you hated him, hated his reputation, you couldn’t deny he really earned his title for being an absolute god in sex. You were no virgin, but you’d never felt this good, never felt this alive as bruises began to form in your skin and his lips hungrily sought out yours.

“S-Sir...”

“Satoru,” he corrected through your lips, the kiss barely even one when you were too busy moaning left and right. Satoru hitched your leg up to fold it right beside your waist, allowing him to explore deeper territories that not even you could mark.

His stare on you is perverted; openly wanton as he lets his empyrean gaze snake down to where your bodies connected. It was embarrassing to be this spread wide open for him, though it didn’t matter much, not when you clutched onto his bicep for dear life and panted breathlessly. He was kissing you everywhere – smearing your lipstick all over your lips and his, a stain of red on his hard, white collar and love bites marked deep into your collarbones and under your breasts. You tightened around him once he changed his rhythm into a more sensual one; the quick pace replaced with him pulling out slowly – inch by delicious inch until you felt empty with each growing second – before slamming back inside with fervidity that he never quite possessed behind his desk.

He groaned at your walls clenching down on him, his hips stuttering in the process. “Call me Satoru.”

“Satoru,” you moaned out, and his next sounds were pained. Pained because you sounded too gorgeous, felt too good, and with you following his hips thrust by thrust, neither of you would last any longer. Not even as you shake your head, lips swollen as you remind him, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We shouldn’t,” he agreed with a curled lip, sweat beading from the streaks of his white hair. “But I want you – god, you’re so beautiful tonight. Need to fuck you good—”

Gojo Satoru, one of the most eligible bachelors in the entire South East Asia and ranked as the second richest man in his early twenties, was a man of his word despite his reputation. Just as he was praised and fawned over for his beauty, charisma, and power, he was equally hated for breaking the hearts of women and treating his past ‘lovers’ like they were objects. The news were so confident of it; that he fooled them, played around with them, but behind the scenes, you knew Satoru wouldn’t do such a thing – from the first time he laid his eyes on someone, he made it extremely clear they were not to be attached. Everything with him was physical and sensual – anything beyond that would simply be out of character.

You weren’t surprised that he really did keep his word and fuck you good, because you couldn’t feel your legs the next morning and even though it had been hours, you still very much felt the shape of him carve through you.

The bastard wouldn’t stop laughing, of course, snickering under his breath every now and then each time he saw you grimace from doing simple things such as standing up and giving him the files he asked for. Perhaps it was because your dislike for him was apparent that Satoru quickly went back to fooling around, pretending you didn’t exist and only approaching you when need be. There were still moments you had to clean his mess up for him; taking his drunken phone calls at 3am because he got wasted in a bar, or doing the same for his current sex buddy who he didn’t want to stay in his home.

He was terrible, terribly awful that you despised this part of him.

You were only grateful enough that neither of you brought that night up ever again, for no matter how immensely hellish of an experience it had been, it was also something you’d really rather not be reminded of.

But now, there was no more running away from it. The truth stared at you blatantly in the form of two white lines that had appeared four times already from previous tests.

You were pregnant.

The world had never been that heavy on you. You had a rough upbringing, but it was a household filled with love and patience that it was innate in your nature to keep strong, be levelled, continue moving forward even during the times it felt like everyone and everything was going against you. You’d been through so much worse and you can do this, but you still couldn’t stop the tears that pushed from your eyes, your heart shattering the same time you dropped the stick.

“No, we won’t cry, it’s okay. I can handle this – I’m strong,” you repeated to yourself like a mantra, taking deep breaths to stabilize yourself. Clearly, this was unexpected, but you wanted to do your best, had to do your best. You didn’t have time to lose your composure, so you quickly fished your phone out your purse to dial the person you trusted the most.

“Rei...?”

Your best friend picked up on the second dial. “Sweetheart, where have you been?! I’ve been calling you for like hours now and you’re not picking up, I heard you called in sick for work and you never do that even when you’re about to pass out!” Some shuffling could be heard from the background before she spoke again, her tone a lot more gentle in response to your muted sniffles. “Is there something going on? Do you need me to drop by there right now? Tell me what you need; I’ll be there right away.”

“No, no, Rei, it’s fine, I just...”

“Sweetie,” she sighed, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see it. Rei had been there for you in everything, starting from when you newly arrived in the city; fresh-eyed and hopeful for new opportunities. She’d been there when you first complained your boss was a creepy flirt, all the way until you’d made peace with said boss and remained firm in your boundaries. But those boundaries had clearly been crossed – no, rather, you erased those boundaries. You were drunk enough to give in to the need to be touched, but sober enough to consent to everything that happened. You couldn’t place this all on him.

“I’m pregnant,” you said eventually, voice barely above a whisper as you added, “And Satoru’s the father.”

Rei stopped munching on her – you assume – bagel.

“Satoru? Gojo Satoru, your boss, bonafide casanova, the face on billboards and one of the most “eligible” bachelors in the country, billionaire Gojo Satoru?” she let out in one breath, the image of her flipping her hand out in the air in disbelief as clear as day. “Am I really hearing this right? I’m not going crazy, am I?”

You sighed.

“We were drunk. I slept with him.”

“Did that bastard force himself on you?”

“No, gosh, never,” you defended with widened eyes, sitting back down on the toilet with the lid now closed. You couldn’t look at the tests even if you dared yourself to, the plastic bag concealed in the garbage or else you’d feel sick all over again. “I-I wanted it too...we just got carried away and the night was just...I don’t know. I don’t know what came over me and why I did that, but there’s no point in fretting about it because I’m carrying his baby now.”

“Well,” she started unsurely, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m keeping it. There’s no way I would even consider abortion.”

“But what about him?”

The back of your head throbbed in pain. Just thinking about his stupidly handsome face made you want to throw up once more. “I don’t really want to tell him, but he has a right to know that he’s going to be a father.”

“Will he even take responsibility for it?”

You swallowed nervously, nibbling on your thumbnails before snatching your hand away. Composure was something you didn’t struggle with; you were the more reliable one in the duo of you and Satoru, but you had a bad habit of picking on your nails whenever you were anxious. Had it not been for Satoru flicking your nails away from your mouth each time you dazed out a little bit, you would’ve never gotten rid of the habit, but it all came crashing back down on you in an instant.

A heavy knot formed in your belly.

“Most likely not, I know how he’s like. He loves his single life so much that he’d never allow to be tied down like this. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he tells me he doesn’t want it.”

“What an asshole!”

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t need him in my life,” you reinstated, finally feeling more confident the longer you talked to Rei. She was your instant hype machine in more ways than one; her presence itself gave you the reassurance you could handle everything your way. With hope blooming in your chest, you picked yourself of the toilet and wiped away your tears. You could do this – you can handle this. Not just for you, but this baby growing in you as well.

“In our life. I’m more than capable of taking care of the baby myself,” you told her, gaze hard and determined as your sunken reflection stared back at you in the mirror. Sighing, you shook your head and pictured Satoru’s face, already picturing a thousand ways this could go wrong. Only one way to find out.

“I have to go now. He needs to hear about this and then I’ll resign. Probably move back home – anywhere that’s away from him.”

“Doesn’t the baby deserve to meet their dad?”

“Their dad doesn’t even want to be one,” you muttered bitterly and threw your sweater back on, refusing to kick yourself around any harder. Now wasn’t the time to be illogical; you were now a mother and had to be responsible now more than ever. But first, you needed some well-deserved rest after endless agonizing of missing your period, along with the baby drop that until now, had shook you to your core. “I’ll call you back, Rei. I’m very tired.”

“You let me know if you need anything, okay?” Humming in response, you ended the call and crawled back to bed.

It wasn’t that you felt lonely, but you didn’t feel particularly belonging anywhere. You were far from home in a city that felt like the future, and each day you come home, it was mostly just a place to rest before you went back to work the next day. It was a dull, empty routine that you’d gotten used to, but never had it sunk deep into you that you did felt completely hollow.

But not anymore.

You were with your baby now, and as much as it scared you shitless to be a mother with zero preparation and knowledge, you were confident things were going to be okay.

Wrapping an arm around your belly, you had the best sleep you’d had in years.

You’d just have to worry about tomorrow. Hopefully, and you quite prayed harder than you ever did before, Satoru would let you go and keep things less complicated than it already was.

“No,” Satoru shook his head, his words dropping like a heavy boulder in the middle of nowhere. You stood in front of him shock still, hands wrung solid beneath your belly. Satoru merely shook his head, brushing back his gelled hair with a dry laugh. “No, what are you even thinking? You’re not resigning.”

You pursed your lips. “I wasn’t really asking for permission, Sir.”

Truth be told, you expected this sort of reaction from him. It may be true that you and Satoru never got along in personal levels since he was too crass and you much stiff, but it couldn’t be denied you worked well together. You balanced each other’s flaws and brought out the best in one another. If someone had asked you years ago prior to you being employed by the heir if you could even tame the renowned free spirited man, you would’ve said probably not, but after sharing struggles and quite literally forcing one another to do better, you both reached highs neither expected to achieve.

It was an experience and a whole lot lessons learned working with him.

Unfortunately, all things must come to an end, and you had to leave even if Satoru negated to it.

“We’ve been working together for years. Do you know how many people I fired and have resigned all because they’re not equipped for the job?” he plopped down atop his desk, loosening his tie out of frustration. The simple gesture made you swallow and look away – it felt impossible to look at him any other way than a boss now that you had his baby inside you. Thankfully, Satoru was mouthy as usual that he pulled you back from your train of thoughts as he gestured between the both of you. “You and I are perfectly compatible – I can’t let you go like that. I’m sorry, but I need you. There’s no one else I can work with this functionally. No one else is as willing to tolerate my bullshit except you and...I need you to stay.”

You clenched your teeth at the desperation in his voice.

Satoru admitting he needed people was one thing. But him asking others to stay? It may have just been for your value as the only person who had put up with him in both his best and worst times that made him feel that way, but you had to keep your foot down on the ground.

You wouldn’t let him sway you like this.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and willed all your energy to spring forth. “Sir...I’m more than thankful for all the opportunities, it truly was a pleasure working with you but—”

“Is this because we slept together?” he cut you off, your shoulders tensing. Upon your silence, Satoru heaved himself away from the desk and took cautious step towards you, stopping a foot away when you stepped back defensively.

You almost wished you didn’t know him so well. His eyes shone with a flicker of hurt before he masked it just as quick as it had came – for Gojo Satoru was a master of many things, and a great actor was one of them. Cautious, you had to be cautious, and you clenched your fists behind your pencil skirt as you tore your gaze away from his pleading ones. “It is, isn’t it?” he affirmed with a clear of his throat, looking just as lost as you did. Satoru stuttered for a minute before he eventually composed himself, but even then, he didn’t sound half as sure as he wanted to be.

“Listen, whatever happened that night, we can forget about it if you want. We’re both adults and professionals – we can put this aside us and just go back to normal. You don’t have feelings for me, right? So then it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Satoru...it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” he demanded, aggravated. Satoru began to round his desk and pulling out little white envelopes, stacking them before you in a haste. “Do you want a pay raise? A new car so you could get to work easily? O-or perhaps a bigger house where you can work more comfortably, somewhere nearer to the office? All you have to do is tell me and I’ll give you what you want. There’s no need for you to resign, this company has given you everything and we’ve got so much offer just as you could still be great—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Satoru’s slender fingers halted around the pen hovering over a cheque slip. “What?”

“I said I’m pregnant,” you exhaled, biting down on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from quivering. A quick sweep from your face to gather sincerity trailed down to your belly, staring at you hard enough as if he had the ability to look through your soul. “And you’re the father.”

“Is that true? Is...is it really mine?”

“Yes sir,” you nodded, “I’m not telling you this because I expect that you’ll be responsible for it. No offense, sir, but I’d really rather raise the baby alone. Plus, I understand that you’ll never settle down or suddenly abandon your old ways just to—”

“Stop right there,” he raised a palm, “You mean to tell me you’re resigning because you thought I wouldn’t take responsibility for it? For you?”

The hurt in his voice and expressions were evident, lip curled in disgust; not for you, but rather of himself. Satoru was the type of man that couldn’t be withered down even with the harshest of rumours; you’d never seen him be affected before by tabloids and nasty ex-girlfriends who only slept with him for money or fame, only to talk smack about him afterwards. But now, he was crumbling before you, and you didn’t know quite what to say or feel over the vulnerability present in his cerulean eyes. It almost pained you know that you caused this – for the comforting, blue sky to be tainted with a thunderstorm that hinted of anger, of disappointment, of betrayal.

But could he blame you for not thinking the best of him?

“I’ve worked with you for years, sir, I know you.”

“Clearly not well enough,” he chuckled sarcastically, “Admittedly, I’m surprised, but not upset. The only thing that I’m upset about is that you actually believed it would be better to raise the baby – our baby – alone like I don’t even have a right to be in their life. Sure, it was an accident, but we made that. That’s our child and I’m going to take care of you and be a great father, even if you don’t think I’m capable of it.”

“Sir, I didn’t mean—”

“That’s the first time you said something stupid. That’s our baby. We’re a family now,” Satoru’s hesitance had vanished into thin air as he was on you the next instant, hands shaky before they landed on your shoulders. It was meant to be a comforting gesture; a reassuring one, yet you couldn’t help but flinch and falter under his gaze. As if getting the message, he quickly retracted his hands and shoved them deep inside his pockets with a sigh. “You don’t need to resign or worry about anything else. I promise I’ll give you both the life you deserve, just...just please don’t go. Now that I know we have a baby, there’s just no way I can let go of this and pretend I never heard of this at all.”

You swallowed, rubbing your sweaty palms on your skirt.

Out of all the different scenarios you stayed up late at night to turning your head in one by one, none of them included this. Undeniably, he was an asshole to most, but maybe he was right.

He hadn’t done anything wrong to you and he was still the father of your baby; he deserved a chance. Satoru had the right to be the father he was willing to be. You could already tell this might completely turn into one big mess, but his eyes were so hopeful, his smile so nervous yet expectant that you couldn’t help but say –

“Okay,” you relented.

His reaction was instantaneous. Satoru beamed and lounged at you, arms wide open for an embrace before realizing at the last second you could stab him with a pen and not regret it. One warning glare sent his way and he was retracing his arm behind his head, pretending to stretch with an off-tune whistle.

The sudden switch between pained and enthusiastic gave you whiplash, but you really shouldn’t be surprised. This was Gojo Satoru in the first place – he was as unpredictable as nothing was permanent and lasting to him.

It could be both a blessing and a curse.

For the sake of your baby, you genuinely hoped it was the former.

Not wanting him to get too ahead of himself since you still didn’t trust him enough, you raised a finger to poke him in the chest. Right now, you were no longer his secretary that openly despised him but added six sugar cubes in his coffee just as he liked anyway, but rather a woman who shared this mess with him, and as the mother of his child. You had to be strong. Being with Satoru felt like playing with fire, and you had far too much at stake – both of you did – but you weren’t privileged and fortunate like Satoru. One bad thing thrown his way could be brushed off, but for you? Everything you worked hard for could disappear just like that.

If you really chose now to play with fire, you had to be careful not to be the gasoline that ignited things to burn down into ashes.

“Satoru,” you stressed with your lips pressed into a thin line, “The only thing I expect from you is to be is a good father to our child. I know that it would be difficult for you to be a new person in a day and that your old habits won’t die right away, so please do what you can to be a good parent, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. I promise you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way of your life as well.”

His smile slowly vanished.

“Is that how low you really think of me?” he echoed rather sadly, “That I would still sleep around knowing I’ve got a family now?”

“We’re not a family, Sir. I have no intentions of marrying you nor would I ever want it. I’m just staying for the baby.”

“Fine. For the baby, let’s both do our best,” he crossed his arms on his chest, pumping out the hard muscles from how tight his shirt was. You were stuck between wanting to slap him or be closer to him; the hormones too much of a mess that you had to grip your thigh for restraint. “But tomorrow, you’re moving in with me. I’m going to take care of you from now on – I’ll get you whatever you need so whatever it is, just tell me. My credit card is yours to use as well.”

Move in with him? You wanted to laugh. That was the last thing you would want to happen.

“Sir, it’s fine, I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but I want to take care of you both,” he reiterated, growing slightly annoyed from your rigidness. You professed that you were being difficult right now, but it was much better than being easy around someone like him.

“We don’t have to be friends or lovers, alright? I know you don’t see me that way and I’m probably repulsive in your eyes – which is understandable since you always clean my mess up for me – but as a father, at least, let me do my job. There doesn’t have to be anything between us other than a mutual want to be good parents. Is that alright with you?”

You mulled the thought over in your head. So he was capable of being sensible sometimes, and after a few moments of silence, you narrowed your eyes at him.

Still suspicious and your guard was most definitely still up, but he was right. You both had a mutual want to be good parents and that was the most important thing right now. Everything else that complicated matters would be handled afterwards.

“I’m okay with that, but I would have to set down lots of boundaries if I’m living with you.”

“So you’ll really stay with me then?” You regretted nodding in response because Satoru was now fishing his phone out, a goofy smile on his face.

He took the news...surprisingly well, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Perfect! I’ll have your room prepared!” You tried to grab his arm to stop him from going overboard; knowing full well Satoru always had rushes in which he impulsively overdoes things. He might turn your room into some sort of grand suite that you wouldn’t really like, but he was far too excited and lost in his own thoughts that your words went from one ear and out the other. “Fuck,” he laughed to himself, “I’m going to be a dad.”

Whether it was relief or anxiety that bubbled through you, you had no idea.

It was definitely anxiety.

Satoru felt like a hyper child to be around, and as much as you were grateful that he was happy about this, you also wished he would calm down. You didn’t even have enough chance to settle in before he’s shoving you inside room by room, announcing that what was his was also yours and he would have a baby room set up next week.

You followed him around like a puppy as he marched into the kitchen, mumbling incoherently to himself about baby proofing furniture.

“Sir,” you called out, “Sir, listen to me. We need to talk about boundaries.”

Satoru blinked owlishly at your tired eyes, sheepishly smiling at you. It must’ve dawned on him that his speed tour of his penthouse felt a lot more overwhelming than welcoming, and he sat you down on the island stools before drumming his fingers impatiently on the cool marble. “Sorry, you were saying? I kind of got carried away.”

Carried away was far an understatement.

“I said, we need to talk about boundaries.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” he paused with a furrow in his brow. “Also can you just call me Satoru? We’re going to be parents anyway and it’s awkward if you keep uh, calling me Sir.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, not really in the mood to argue with him right now. You had to keep intact with him while you still had his full attention. Taking out a little notepad you prepared the night before, you slid it over Satoru who tilted his head to the side rather cutely to read it. “So here are my boundaries. One, I don’t want this pregnancy to be announced in the media unless I’m ready. I understand that we can’t keep this a secret forever but I need time to process this. Two, just because we’re living in the same roof together doesn’t mean that I get to go anywhere and everywhere with you. I’m going to work by myself—”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I said no,” he repeated more firmly this time. “You’re pregnant and I want to make sure you’re safe at all times. I’m driving you to work.”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said? I don’t want to be seen with you.”

“You’re my secretary. People see us together all the time.”

“But you never drove me to work! I live far from the office and I most definitely don’t drive an Audi.”

“Things change, that’s your life now,” Satoru shrugged nonchalantly, stealing the pen you twirled in your hands. The sudden contact sent jolts of electricity from your knuckles, one that had you recanting your hands back to yourself. Satoru didn’t seem to notice as he crosses out the second rule, “Sorry not sorry but I don’t want to let you go places like that. Fine by me if you don’t want me to drive you, but at least have one of the chauffeurs take you somewhere if you really don’t wanna be seen with me.”

“Fine,” you gritted your teeth. Compromise, compromise, meet in the middle – you repeated to yourself to keep your sanity. “Rule number three: I don’t want you changing your attitude around me. We may have a baby on the way, but you’re still my boss and I want to keep our relationship professional.”

“You’re saying I’m not allowed to fall in love with you?”

You flicked his forehead, effectively erasing the teasing grin he wore. “That’s not going to happen,” you interjected irritably, although your heart skip a beat. That was a massive red flag already; you could never be too comfortable with him. For Satoru, his little comments here and there may come naturally and probably meant nothing to him, but there was a chance you could receive it with different interpretations. Shaking your head at him, you ignored his grumblings on how ‘mean’ you were. “We’re never going to be a couple. We’re just raising a child together. I don’t want you acting weird or too comfortable with me.”

Satoru scratched the side of his head as he mulled about it, “Are we allowed to be friends, at least? I understand the professional part, but I can’t imagine the both of us getting along for nine months and more when we act like boss and employee even alone at home,” before you could say anything, Satoru raised his hands in surrender. “I promise I won’t do anything weird to you. No offense, but you’re not really my type, so same as you, I view you platonically.”

Right. The heart surely was stupid and confusing.

You didn’t want him getting any ideas that this could lead to something more, but at the same time, it hurt a little to know you weren’t his type.

Hiding that pang of hurt behind a tight lipped smile, you forced yourself to agree with him. “I view you professionally, Sir.”

“Satoru.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled. “Rule number four: don’t bring home any of your fuck buddies or flavour of the night. I really don’t care if you sleep around, but respect my privacy and my standing as the mother of your childIf you’re really desperate to get your dick wet, go fuck them somewhere else.”

“You’ve never been this vulgar with me.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. Despite countless of times that he tried being friendly with you to ease your stiffness in the office, you always shot him down.

You came to the city to work and provide for your family, not to be friends with your annoyingly hot boss who enjoyed his life way too much. Unlike him, you were more work than play, and eventually Satoru respected the fact you would never speak or treat him casually.

Until now.

“Try being in my shoes and see if you’d still have the patience of a saint,” you mumbled under your breath, sighing when Satoru’s smile got more awkward. “Listen, Satoru, I don’t mean to be difficult, okay? It’s just...this is a lot. This isn’t just us about anymore – we’re going to be parents and that’s a huge responsibility. It’s not only our lives changing here, a child will be relying on us in the future and I simply want to be a good mother, but I also don’t trust you very well to be comfortable enough to act like we’re suddenly friends.”

“I understand that.”

“Good.”

“Do you have rule number five?”

“No, not really, but I can add more as we go.”

“I have a rule number five,” he piped in, flipping the notepad his way as he scribbled something down. “And it’s that if you need help – and I mean with anything – you would let me help you. I’ve worked with you for a long time and I’m not dumb enough to not notice you like to do things by yourself. Like you said, things are different now, and especially with this pregnancy, you’re not alone in this. You need to let me take over the wheel sometimes. I can’t be just a passenger in the car – you and I are both in this together.”

“Just keep your hands to yourself.”

“That’s easy,” he chirped, and there was that uncomfortable knot in your chest again. However, it didn’t sink in too deep because Satoru was blatantly staring at your belly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So do we have a name for them already?”

“Satoru, I’ve only been a few weeks pregnant, I don’t—”

Conflicting his previous statement that he’d keep his hands to himself, Satoru suddenly dropped to his knees. You watched with wide eyes, too flabbergasted to move as he places his ear on your belly.

“Hi there, little one,” he spoke in a soft tone, large hands caressing the tiny bump beginning to form. You couldn’t move; hell, you could barely breathe from how comforting his touch seemed in contrast to your mind ringing warning bells above. His voice quickly pulled you back to reality as he flattened his palm, white lashes fluttering against the cotton of your shirt. “I’m your daddy; I can’t wait to meet you. Daddy promises to take good care of you and make you the happiest kid ever, alright? You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”

“D-don’t spoil them too much, Satoru.”

“I’ll try not to,” he chuckled. Satisfied with that small moment he had, he straightened up and trudged over the dining table that was far too big for a man who lived alone. In that moment, an image flashed in your mind – that someday that table would no longer look empty as you and your child shared meals with him. You could already imagine how heavenly the sun would shine on the glass windows behind it, the flowers gathered in the middle of the table blooming to life.

Out of nowhere, it struck you.

Could it be that this was why he loved this baby so much after only knowing about it for a few days? Could it be that Satoru really was alone?

“Okay, we should probably have a welcoming dinner! The chefs left me something tonight. I forgot what it’s called but I think you’ll like it. Grab some wine on the cellar for me?”

“Satoru, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, right! My bad,” he clapped his hands together before pulling out ceramics and a cold pitcher, “Just water for mommy then,” Satoru said absentmindedly, completely oblivious to how your mind short-circuited a few feet away from him. He went about his way ignorant to it all and gently tugged you to sit with him, eagerly digging into the heated meals as you realized both of you hadn’t eaten.

For a guy who talked a lot, dinner with him was surprisingly quiet. Other than the occasional clinking of utensils against the plate, you enjoyed the silence with him.

You wouldn’t have believed it to be possible since Satoru made it his daily business to always fill in the gaps. Peace and comfort stretched before you the whole time, however, that for a moment, just a short moment, you found yourself letting your guard down. Even when you both caught each other’s in the middle of a bite, you found no tension or awkwardness in it. Perhaps it was the familiarity of being beside each other for years now that this should feel natural, or maybe it was because you both mutually agreed on wanting the best for your baby. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to overcomplicate it right now.

“You know, I’m really excited about this. I can’t believe I’m actually going to be a father,” he mused through a bite, swirling his red wine through his glass. Satoru gazed at his reflection almost dreamily, seemingly too deep in thought that he felt far from reach.

Or maybe you were the one who was detached, the one who kept pushing him away, because you could offer him nothing but a lame nod. “I’m glad to hear that...”

“What about you? You don’t look too happy.”

Your eyes widened at his worry. “No, I-I’m happy, of course. It’s just...it’s unplanned, and I’ve had my whole life planned out that I’m not really sure how this will all fall into place together.”

“Hey,” he laced his fingers with yours, squeezing warmth back into your skin that you hadn’t noticed turned cold from the nerves. Unlike his usual self with eyes brimming with glee, you could only see tenderness in him now, some sort of silent vow through a private smile shared only between the two of you in that moment in the solace of his home. Your home. “I promise I’ll be there for you and the baby every step of the way. I know that I haven’t had the best reputation and I have zero idea on parenting, but you’re not alone in this. You can trust me on this one, just like how we always trusted each other during work. Being a parent and running a business are both responsibilities right?”

“Yeah...”

“Well then you already know we work well together. We’re great partners!” he cheered, patting your shoulder way too bro-like. You resisted the urge to cringe. “We’ll be great parents, Y/N. I’m sure of that.”

Unsure of what else to do, you squeezed his hand back. He was right, you would be great parents as long as both of you never gave up. The thought of eating meals with him again with another addition to the table made you smile, and you hadn’t noticed you were spacing out, thumb running over his knuckles that were smooth for a man who never knew a day of hard labour. It wasn’t until you felt something prodding at you metaphorically, and you chuckled nervously as you saw Satoru smiling mysteriously at you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” he grinned, “I’ve just never seen you this close before; not so much that I paid attention anyway. But this is nice – having you here, I mean. It gets lonely here sometimes.”

“Don’t you bring your girlfriends around?”

“I never make them stay,” was all he said, and just like that, whatever thread that was beginning to form snapped. Satoru released his hold on you and gestured to your plate, carrying the dishes in his hand before leaving you alone on the table. Like always – a whiplash. “I’ll clean up, you can rest in your room now. I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“Do you even know how to do them?”

“Yeah, my mother forced me to wash dishes because she didn’t want me to rely on the house help too much,” he informed, the new information shocking you right to the core as he put on dishwashing gloves and started scrubbing. From this angle, he sure looked damn nice and domestic in just a white shirt, hair ruffled down to bangs.  “I’ll be right there with you,” Satoru announces casually, spinning on his heel with red cheeks once he realized what he said. “For just a goodnight, I mean! We’re not sharing rooms!”

“Yeah, no,” you coughed out, “We’re definitely not.”

It felt…surreal, to wake up in a room much grandiose than yours yet felt like home even for the first night. Satoru handled your moving in rather happily; you found him singing to himself this morning as he brewed his own coffee before realizing you were right behind him, sleepy as you lazily made waffles for the both of you. Everything flowed nicely and normally, like this had always been a normal thing that for a moment, you questioned once more what would happen next.

You were now getting ready for work, hands tugging at his tie because he was such a man-child who couldn’t even properly knot his own tie. His suit was custom tailored and he looked effortlessly gorgeous – beauty ripped straight from magazines he was constantly a front page of, but his tie was skewered and loose that it irritated you.

“You’re such a mess without me.”

Satoru bent down to wiggle his brows at you, thought you didn’t notice because he wouldn’t stay still for you to fix his tie fast enough. “Isn’t this sweet; you fixing my tie for me as we both get ready for work?” he teased, “We’re like a married couple already.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m kicking you in the nuts.”

“Then how can I give you more babies?” picking up the newspaper on the coffee table beside you, you rolled it and started whacking him, a string of profanities colorfully painting his otherwise monochrome and sleek walls. Satoru’s laughter boomed all over the room even as he wiggled away from you, clutching his bicep that had been the victim of your abuse. “Ow, ow, I was joking! Jeez, woman, you are strong. Fight men a lot like this?”

“I work with you. My fighting instincts are always activated.”

His laugh really was annoying. But it did help ease your nerves – though you’d never tell him that – as you sat beside him in his car, the expensive leather seats no longer strange to you. It would’ve felt like any other day where you accompanied him somewhere, except the reason was different now, and it came crashing down on you of your current situation that things were undeniably different from now on.

You immediately stepped away from him the moment you got out of the car, clutching your clipboard to your tummy when Satoru bumped his shoulder with yours. “Come closer, it’s fine. No one will suspect a thing,” he points to the crowded building with people bumping and walking past each other, everyone too occupied in their own heads to even notice you.

It wasn’t much, but hearing his voice and reassurances relaxed you, even for just a little bit. Maybe your first day at work after the baby news wouldn’t be so bad, after all, but it seemed you had spoken too early.

Satoru heavily insisted that you worked inside his office from now on.

Your desk was located right outside his office, the phone line always within reach in case you needed to pass calls to him or if he needed you to come. Satoru preferred the privacy of his own space – or so he said; he actually just didn’t want you to witness him slacking around and experience your wrath – but now he was dragging you inside his office, pushing your shoulders down until you were ‘settled in.’

You didn’t even want to ask where he got a new desk from, or why it had to be right across from him. His desk remained elevated on a few levels, the welcoming lobby of the room filled with couches and stacks of coffee with a rich amount of sugar cubes.

Safe to say, most of the morning was spent (or rather, wasted) on you telling Satoru off. The man was too persistent, coming in on the office at random times of the hour with either snacks or heaps of biscuits on his arms. He always greeted you with a wide grin on his face, only to be kicked out of his own office because you had his hellish schedule and events to deal with. That was around three hours ago when you’d asked him to shut up and go bother someone else. You were halfway around finishing your workload for today when the door swung open, a tuft of white hair and mischievous eyes peeking through.

“Hey! Just checking in on mommy—”

“Satoru!”

“What? It’s just you and I,” he defended with a shrug, welcoming himself inside. Surprisingly, he was empty handed, though the pout on his lips told you it was against his will. “Seriously though, do you need anything? Do you want snacks? Tea? Do you need help going to the bathroom? You haven’t moved in your desk for an hour now.”

“Satoru, I’m pregnant, not disabled,” you ignored him for a while, resuming to working back on his schedule for the month. There were a bunch of e-mails you still had to respond to, which normally wouldn’t be such a daunting task if Satoru wasn’t shifting his weight from one foot to another, the sounds of his shoes hitting the tiles in an annoying click-clack rhythm getting to you. “Will you stop fidgeting! Your anxiety gives me anxiety, stop that!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I just feel like there’s something I should be doing.”

“Shutting up and letting me work in peace would be great, thank you.”

“You really don’t need anything?” Sending him a warning glare, Satoru sucked in his cheeks and ran back to his desk where he hid behind the safety of his large monitor. “Nope, yeah, I got the message: leave you alone. Good luck with that then, I’ll need those archives to pull up for our meeting with the directors later at five.”

Muttering a sarcastic finally under your breath, you resumed working.

The routine was per usual – answer the calls professionally with a welcoming and sweet voice, a pen always in one hand to jot down notes in reminders, adjust his schedules, work out his plans, go to him whenever he needed to sign something before responding back to e-mails. You were focused as you always were, but someone wasn’t, and it was getting harder and harder to keep being placated.

It didn’t help that he made no effort to hide the fact he was slacking off, the tip-taps of him randomly pressing keys on the keyboard similar to a fork dragging down a plate.

“I can feel you burning holes at the back of my head,” you twittered, “What do you need?”

“Nothing at all. I’m just realizing how beautiful you are right now.”

You paused. Unable to deny your curiosity over how serious he sounded, you spun around in your swivel chair. Satoru had his chin on his hands as he stared right back at you, his face devoid of expression that you couldn’t pick up on a single clue. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course the bastard would be teasing you, his loud chuckles a painful reminder of that. It was best to ignore him, so you went back to reading e-mails and forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. “We’re at work. Please stop distracting me; I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like a creep.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ll try to be less distracting next time, though I can’t control my charisma, you know!”

You jotted your thumb to your desk outside, “I can walk back to my desk where you can’t see me. That’d be a great for both of us.”

“Stay right there, I was joking!”

“Do you promise to be quiet and actually do your job if I stay?”

“With you disciplining and ordering me around like that, why not?” Mouth open for another heated retort, Satoru stopped you before you could say anything, his aura more serious this time. He was always like this; fooling around and maturing the next second, only for the cycle to repeat and test your patience. “I’m just teasing you, Y/N, I’ll shut up now. You’re free to end work as soon as you’re tired though; the driver is waiting in the parking lot whenever you want to go home.”

“I’ll go home with you.” Home. It felt weird to say that, but also…natural.

“You’ll stay with me at work today?” He sounded genuinely surprised, and you responded with a one-shoulder shrug. That seemed to be enough for him, however, and it wasn’t long before Satoru found the oh so rare and fleeting motivation to work hard.

Once he was settled, sleeves rolled up to expose his veiny forearms and brows furrowed as he centered all his attention on the pile of paperwork before him, there was no stopping him.

Roles reversed and positions switched, you were now the one unable to take your eyes off him.

In this light, in this moment, Gojo Satoru had never looked more beautiful. He was much the same as you in the manner you never really noticed each other this way before; not romantically, but even just person to person. In your eyes, he was nothing but your irritating boss whose boisterous self always crowded over your peace, and in his eyes, you were nothing but his secretary who he knew always silently hoped would leave you alone.

But things were different now. You were different now.

Boundaries there may be, you couldn’t help that fluttering forming in your stomach. Contentment, happiness, relief, nervousness – all of them jumbled into one big mess. Out of them all, however, there was most definitely adoration, either out of respect for his unexpected kindness, or simply because it felt nice to feel for once.

Turning away from him until your back was the only thing he could see, you hid your smile as you secretly held your belly.

You’d never been reckless before, but what was to be a good story when there wasn’t a mistake or two made?

[sweetheartsannie]

Kinktober Day 3 - Facefucking/Breathplay

Kinktober Day 3 - Facefucking/Breathplay w/ Fem!CEO!Reader x Secretary!San

Summary: San almost gets you in trouble at work, so you decide to teach him a lesson.

CW: boss/employee relationship, cunnilingus, facefucking, punishment, breathplay, degradation, name-calling dumbification, mentions of San being a bratty boi, reader is a meanie, exhibitionism/risk of being seen (listen they're being extremely irresponsible okay), miss kink, San is called princess because he is a princess and you can't change my mind, soft ending because I can't help myself, spit kink.

A disclaimer: the narrative assumes that everything that happens has been agreed on and negotiated beforehand.

Taglist for kinktober (let me know if you want to be added): @do-you-actually-care @sannieshines @choielyssa @fuckingurmomrn @unminuit @winterciella

Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

The way your secretary is looking up at you with his innocent doe eyes fuels the fire within you, wanting nothing more than to see him completely ruined. The floor-to-ceiling windows in your office make it incredibly easy for someone to be able look in and see San on all fours worshipping your pussy.

Today he had decided to misbehave as much as he possibly could, sending you dirty pictures, telling you he doesn't care what you're doing, that he needs you right now and doesn't want to wait, all throughout an important meeting that he knew you had to be at. It was about time you put him in his place.

His face is a complete and utter mess, makeup smeared all over the place, slick with your cum and his own spit from all the previous rounds of you using his face to pleasure yourself.

"God, you look like a cheap whore."

You laugh when he pouts his lips, making him look even more pathetic in his current position. Grabbing some of his dishevelled hair, you yank his head towards your chair, pulling him right against your pussy, your legs holding him in place. His tongue laps at your clit as you grind your hips into his mouth, making you groan in pleasure.

"Fucking hell, I knew I kept you around for a reason, so good."

San tries to say something but his voice is muffled by your cunt, a series of breathy, incomprehensible mumbles coming from his mouth instead.

"What was that, princess? Can't speak? You sound so stupid."

He pulls away momentarily to breathe, instinctively wanting to try and fix his face and hair a bit, but he knows there's no use in trying to look all pretty now.

"You're a stupid little slut, say it."

"I'm a stupid l-little slut!" he cries, "Just wanna please your pussy."

He feels a slight sting of pain in his scalp when your grasp on his hair tightens, pulling him back between your legs, thrusting your hips again as you control his head the way you want. He can't even keep his spit in his mouth with how fast he moves his tongue to try to keep up with your movements, making even more of mess all over his face.

"Maybe this will teach you to not run your mouth and act like a brat anymore."

San struggles to breathe as you hold him in place against your cunt, his face turning red, muffled noises becoming more and more desperate. You let go of him and he gasps for air.

"Come on, surely my cumslut can do better than that? Such a whore for my pussy and yet you can't even take it, pathetic. Maybe I should just put you on my desk and use your little cock instead? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He moans in response to your question, although you don't give him a chance to answer properly before going back to fucking his face, picking up speed as you feel your orgasm getting closer. He can't help but palm his dick through his trousers, a wet patch already forming in the crotch, since he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Don't you dare. You can forget about getting to cum at all today, and probably not tomorrow either."

Reluctantly he removes his hands, placing them on his thighs. His eyes meet yours, and sadistically you pinch his nose together, making him unable to breathe through his nostrils. The pleasure from his tongue repeatedly flicking across your clit along with your thrusts against his face builds up inside of you, bringing you to orgasm.

"Good fucking boy." you praise, bucking your hips as you cum intensely, San scratching at your thighs in desperation.

You tug him away from your now soaked cunt, finally letting him breathe, he's gasping for air but all you do is smile sweetly at him.

"Thank you, miss."

He gets up from the floor, sitting himself on your lap.

"Now my pants are all dirty..." he pouts.

Wrapping your arms around his body, you lean in to place a kiss on his forehead, "It's almost time for you to leave anyway. Come on sweetie, I'll go home with you."

[takalzuoom]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!

omg i wrote this today and i’m actually really proud of it🙈

and literally as we speak i’m editing an azul one that i might scrap

i’ll get to work on the requests tmw so if you requested smthn dw! i didn’t forget about you!

cw : jamil literally hates kalim in this 😟, thoughts about hypnosis

Attached at the hip, that's what Jamil used to describe you and Kalim. You weren’t even from Scarabia yet you were, always seen with each other.

Like now, you were both in the lounge of Scarabia giggling away as you were both squished next to each other on the couch.

He clicked his tongue, sauntering back to the kitchen to finish preparing lunch for Kalim, and by extension you.

And even if the door closed he could still hear your and Kalim's insistent laughter.

Like the boiling water in front of him, an ugly, monstrous feeling bubbled up inside of him, the wooden spoon acting as one of Floyd’s victims.

“Shit”

Quickly turning off the stove, he rushed to the sink and immediately turned on the cold water. He couldn't do much but stare at him. His thumb glided against his palm, the back of his hand still in the running water as he continued to play with it.

“I fucking hate him” he whispered, throat tightening as he moved to hunch over the sink, hands fisting his hair as his eyes clenched, the sound of rushing water forcing its way through his thoughts.

Why did he always win? Why couldn’t Jamil win for once?

He turned off the water.

Couldn't Jamil actually get something in his life? Couldn't he have you hanging off his arm rather than Kalim's?

He had everything. Never lifting a finger and yet he had the world… So why must he also have you? Why must you be added to one of the treasures he can only 'look and not touch?'

He was always standing aside as both go about your day, always rolling a red carpet for his ‘master’ to steal your heart. Always fetching you for Kalim and not himself.

he leered at the bottom of the sink, gripping the edge as steam blew out of his ears

No matter how hard he tries to distance himself from Kalim, no matter how hard he tries to talk to you, tries to impress you- there's no way you’d fall for a servant- no way you’d notice him for him rather than a measly shadow.

And it wasn't your fault, no of course it wasn't. You didn't know better. Being hypnotized by Kalim's charms wasn't your fault but rather Kalim's.

Everywhere he's failed Kalim was always around the corner.

It's always 'Kalim this, Kalim that.’ everywhere he goes. He’s so fucking tired of Kalim running everything for him.

It was Kalim's fault you weren’t in love with I’m, it was Kalim’s fault you two weren’t lovers, it was his fault for taking you away.

What if he fixed that… he leaned on his palms. What if he were to make you hate Kalim… what if he were to make you…love…him?

“In and out Jamil, in and out” he pushed away his thoughts. Going back to the stove he started stirring again as he got a hand full of veggies.

“You can't hypnotize them both- you cant hypnotize them at all…” he mumbled, leaving it off there as he continued scurrying around the kitchen, the silence comforting him he didn't have to pretend to not care about the two of you.

Though something he should know if Kalim, silence means something is up.

“Uh Jamil-“

He tensed at the sound of your voice, the kitchen door creaking open as you peaked your head through.

“Is there anything you need perfect?”

“Uhh.. well” your voice creaked as you rubbed your neck hesitantly. Jamil kept his back towards you as he did busy work.

“Kalim-” of fucking course he scowled, “said he was going to eat in the cafeteria so you don't have to worry yourself about cooking…”

“… I see, then I will accompany him immediately-“

“I wait- he said he was going alone… to h- eat with some friends!”

“ Is that so?” He jested, turning off the stove, only to be met the smiling perfect.

“Problem is, he only eats my food and doesn’t miss a meal- and I know that he hates wasted food so if there is something you want to tell me, I think now is the appropriate time”

his eyes sharply glanced down to your drumming fingers before meeting your gaze again.

“Yeah he said that he wasn’t hungry and that he wanted you to have a day off and not worry about him-“

“Hey-“

“So I came in here to tell you and he said that if I wanted to I could have what you made since you already might have eaten something so here I am now-“

“Y/n-“

“Yes?”

“You’re rambling”

“Oh… I see”

Jamil sighed as you took a seat on the island, head perched on your palm as you stared at the pot beside him

“If you wanted something all you had to do was ask if you want something don't be afraid to ask”

“… you sure? I wouldn’t want to be a burden-“

He pushed off the stove, walking towards you with furrowed brows “There is no burden here“ besides Kalim, his static expression broke for a millisecond at the thought of the boy's name.

“I’m sorry” he apologized, sitting down next to you,

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him with as much surprise as your voice held.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” He said

“What?- no-no- god no. If anything I feel like I’m the one making you uncomfortable with how much Kalim and I hang out. I feel like I’m being a nuisance to you since you already have so much to do…”

“You know I’d make time…” he muttered, trailing off as the image of you and Kalim shone across his mind.

“And i dont want to get in the way of your relationship with kalim so-“

“The relation-what?”

Your eyes bore into his as you leaned in closer to him, eating up every inch and crevice of his face.

“I’m sorry but me Kalim aren’t dating, far from actually. We’re just really good friends I guess”

His whole body heated up at the news. Rip Jamil who prided himself to be so much smarter albeit secretly than half of the school wasn't able to piece 2 and 2 together.

God.

There was a war going on in his mind. Where he was flipping desks and breaking windows into thousands of pieces.

“Oh. I see. my bad”

You snorted, pinching your nose as you continued to laugh despite Jamil's clear growing scowl.

“I’m sorry but Kalim… as much as I love the dork- he’s wayy too high maintenance for me"

You smiled at him, noticing his body relax as you looked him in the eyes. Not at the pot that was left to rot, or stare at him angrily- but you actually looked at him

Saw him

And it was as if the reign of the horse was let go as his mouth took control.

“That’s a relief to hear. As it was going to be awkward to find that out after I asked you to dinner. My treat”

[bakugohoex]

“i want you to have me...all of me”

pairing: hitoshi shinso x female reader

cw: virgin!reader fluff, porn with a plot, nsfw (MINORS DNI! loss of virginity, corruption kink, dacryphilia, kissing, fingering, spit kink, oral fixiation, creampie, consensual sex, protected sex, nipple play, nipple sucking, jaw grabbing, praise kink, degradation, bondage by capturing weapon, biting and marking, hair pulling, cunt slap)

word count: 5300+

a/n: i haven’t posted in a week cause of revising but yeah this is for a collab and i have one more collab event going on so yeah from now to the 21st they’ll only be this fic and another fic coming out, enjoy.

other information: corrupt a virgin collab by @seita

summary: in which shinso finally takes the next step with his sidekick after being unable to confess he finally works up the courage finding out your own secret as you both decide to take the next step in your newfound relationship

↞ back to my hero academia masterlist

He couldn’t help but stare at you, stare at how pretty you looked on his arm, you were more than just your looks though. The way you silenced a room with your quirk, the way you were able to easily fit into any conversation and the way you always eagerly spoke to the pro hero.

It had been a long night of mingling at the event for pro heroes that Shinso almost forgot the real purpose of it. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating, you were his sidekick and that was it, you had a powerful quirk that would get you far in the hero society. But most of all you were so damn innocent.

Your lingering eyes on his form as he entered the agency, the way you’d give him those tender looks whenever he explained the day's tasks. He couldn’t help but stare at you from a distance, the way you spoke calmly to the other side kicks. He had brought you along to the event more for his own benefit than what he had told you the day prior. Words of getting you to talk to other pro heroes when in reality he had just wanted you on his arm for the night.

The stupid purple dress that clinged to your body had made him unable to resist the temptation. You looked too good to be left alone, so as he remained at your side, introducing you to other pro heroes, Midoriya and Todoroki both smiling happily at you. You seemed to easily converse with the two pro heroes even speaking to the rowdy Bakugo as he arrived with drinks for the three of them. Midoriya offered his to you which you had happily taken, Shinso didn’t need to worry, of course he didn’t.

But another feeling had taken over him as he watched you converse, watched you happily take the drink. Fingers brushing against Midoriya’s fingers, a feeling of an unknown jealousy that made him begin the walk towards the four of you.

His arm moved to your back as you gave a sweet disgusting smile at him, “haven’t been getting into any trouble, have you?”

“No…of course not,” you stifled as he smirked looking down at you.

“We should get going,” he led you away as his hand remained on your back, he turned to meet the three men who watched you leave. A sickly smirk on his face as he couldn’t help but feel a burst of energy hit him as he talked to you.

You were too perfect for him to not resist, for him to not touch. “it’s so early though Shinso.” You whined as he didn’t meet your gaze, you were nothing more than his sidekick, you have no feelings for him, he could tell from the way your gaze lingered back at the hall. “We sh…”

“We have an early morning,” he interrupted as you closed your mouth, your proposition to spend more time with him seemed to have gone over his head as he began stepping down the steps towards the car park.

You hated how cold he could get in a matter of seconds, how every time you’d see him smile and it would turn into a scowl once he realised what he was doing. On many occasions your friends at work had told you about the many occasions of when Shinso would get pissed off and the whole agency would become annoyed as well.

Shinso watched as you hadn’t followed him as you looked up at the night sky, thinking – most likely about how much you wanted to be nowhere near the man. His dull eyes focused on you as he saw you take the steps towards him cautiously. You were too pure, too vulnerable for him to ever have, and as he kept you at an arm’s length he knew tomorrow was already doomed to be an uneasy day.

Shinso had dropped you off to your apartment without a world, he watched you enter the complex before leaving. He was about to drive off when he banged his hand against the steering wheel, if only he had confessed, the event was supposed to be the alone time he had wanted with you. But his insecurities and nerves had gotten in the way, as he banged his head against the wheel he couldn’t help but feel almost pathetic.

He had gotten over the torment of his quirk being villainous years ago but now with someone so filled with a painting vitality that was unknown to him he couldn’t handle it. What was even worse was the way you banged your head against the door. You could’ve said something more, reassured him, asked to spend more time. But you had remained frozen even in the car ride, your gaze on the wisps of black and everlasting speckles of white shine through the mist.

Both of you remained tormented by your overthinking as neither realised the feeling that was ready to explode tomorrow.

You walked into the agency bright and early as you were met with one of your friends, Mai grabbed your hand as soon as she saw you. Taking you to where some of the offices were and most of all where Shinso’s own office sat, the glass separating everybody from him. As you looked through the transparent material, “what’s happening?”

“He’s been in his office just staring outside of the window for the past two hours,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Okay and why doesn’t someone just go and ask if he’s okay?” You questioned as you were about to step forward and go yourself.

That’s when the feeling of multiple arms stopped you in your tracks, “listen newbie, there’s one rule you have to follow here and that is to never go into his office without him asking.”

You chuckled at how stupid they were all being, “what’s the worst that’ll happen?”

“You don’t want to know?” One of the sidekicks said as he shivered.

You raised an eyebrow giving an unamused look as you barged past the hands, they looked at you hesitantly but didn’t stop you, “newbies gonna learn the hard way.” One of the sidekicks said as Mai elbowed them watching what was to occur.

You knocked on the glass as you didn’t hear a response but still walked in, “Shin…”

Half way through your speech you felt his capturing weapon wrap around your body as he turned the chair, his eyes widened as he saw you caught in it. He let go in a matter of seconds, but eyes remained still as he looked at how you still gave a toothy smile. “I…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I got warned so it's my fault…” you trailed off as he began to unwrap the cloth off of you. The image ingrained of you wrapped in it as he was able to fuck into you, shaking his head as he put it back around his neck. “…is everything okay?”

“Yeah…” Shinso looked outside seeing how people seemed to be doing everything but their jobs. He stepped past you going to the glass as he opened the door, “don’t you all have patrols to go too?”

His eyes flashes into a haze as everybody seems to scurry to grab their things for patrols as they leave the building. “Come on…” he murmured as he began walking out of the building, if he was going to go on a patrol he was going with you,

He had spent too long of a time without you that if he wasn’t going to confess today then he’d forget about you. He was giving himself today, he had to do it, he was a Pro Hero, he had everything he had wanted. His dream was a success  but your arrival had made him want you and now with you so close in his grasp he had to try at least.

His eyes flashed to the way you walked beside him, you seemed tense, quiet even. Your hero costume ordaining you perfectly, the whites and lilacs making the pure vessel you had ready to be tainted. He licked his lips as he fingers went through his hair, the Artificial Voice Cord around his mouth.

You always loved the way it worked, having heard Shinso speak about it when you had first arrived. It was interesting and the start of what you would call a friendship when you had asked to see how it worked. “Your staring Y/n,” he said, “focus on the civilians.”

You nodded as you looked back to the surrounding areas, it seemed like villain attacks were on a low at the time, even with petty crime it was easily handled by the both of you. You wanted to speak about last night, how he seemed to want to confess of something but instead the silence and awkwardness that occurred instead.

“Shinso…is something wrong?” You murmured as you both walked passed an alleyway.

He looked down at your face, the way your hero costume clinged to every part of your body. He had no idea how you didn’t get cold from wearing it especially when winter occurred. But your question made him think instead, he was only irritated this morning due to not confessing to you.

But his liking of you stemmed from more than just wanting to ruin the purity you had, he liked how you spoke to others, how you easily became friends with the other sidekicks, how you looked was an added bonus. But most of all he liked that stupid goddamn smile you’d have whenever you saw something you liked. And at that moment Shinso was seeing that stupid smile, the way your eyes crinkled, and lines formed as your lips were full and cheeks pushed to show even more of your smile.

He stared at you, the way you continued to look up and smile at him he was silent, and you didn’t care because he finally looked at peace. The startling noise of an ice cream van to the side had made you focus away from him, the way you stared at the kids holding their ice cream as it dripped to the side of their fingers. “Come on, I’ll get us one,” Shinso didn’t let you answer, instead taking your sleeve as you both went towards the truck.

He was avoiding the matter at hand, he hated how he couldn’t be his normal blunt self, he was able to talk to people. He knew he was that’s how he had made friends when he had finally joined the hero course. But as he looked over at you, the way you looked at the different ice creams before pointing at the one you wanted…you were someone who wouldn’t glance at him twice.

As he passed the ice cream to you, you took a lick of it as you looked at him take his own. He didn’t even know if you knew what you were doing, licking at the sides as he watched your tongue. He shook his hair trying not to stare but as you both continued the patrol of a less crime filled area. The ice cream dripped to the side of your hand and finger.

There was a silence as you both ate in silence, as you both turned to see the agency. Your fingers with the white dairy as you sucked on it, he couldn’t help but watch as each finger came out of your mouth with saliva sticking to it.

It was Denki who had got him out of the trance, stopping the both of you as he came from his own patrol, “Shinso,” the man looked at his friend as he gave a tired look.

“Oh Kaminari, what are you doing here?” He questioned as he watched his blond friend look down at you.

Denki already knew of you, having seen you last night but not spoken to you. He had seen Shinso’s lingered looks and had often heard the man speak fondly about you, “just passing by you must be the Y/n I’ve heard so much about.”

“You’ve heard about me,” you smile out, it wasn’t the same one you had given to Shinso but Shinso was able to witness you converse with his friend. How much he loved that about you, how whatever situation you were put in your ease to become friends with another pro hero.

Denki nodded as he looked back at Shinso, “all good things, you were right she is very pretty Shinso.”

Shinso glared at his friend as Denki chuckled, “I better leave before I get punched by lover boy.”

“Kaminari,” Shinso murmured as he just wanted his friend to leave. Denki left with a wave as you gave a confused look tilting your head to the side to look at Shinso.

“Pretty…”

“I…I…” Shinso knew it was now or never to confess. Knowing that the rest of his day would end up becoming busy with other sidekicks and scheduled meetings he had. He stopped you in your tracks as he looked down at you, your soft gaze staring up at him lightly.

“You are…You’re pretty…”

“Oh thanks, I don’t really see it, but I guess the quirk makes me look more pre…”

Shinso interrupted quickly, “No…no it’s not that. Fuck…” his hand went to the back of his neck as he didn’t dare look into your eyes, “I like you, okay? I don’t want to ruin anything though and you probably don’t like someone like me because of my quirk and…”

Your hand went to his cheek as you stopped his rambling, “you’re such an idiot.”

“If you’re going to reject me you could be n…”

You interrupted him once again, “I’m not, I like you too…you’re the first person I’ve ever…ever liked and I guess I’m not very good and showing my feelings…but I do like you too.”

He met your gaze as your hand remained on his cheek, he looked at you, how small you seemed. Your eyes flashed to his lips as he looked at you softly, “we can take things slow, whatever you want.”

Before you both could lean into one another, the sound of sidekicks coming through the corner made you both move apart from one another. An unnerving silence between the two as Mai came towards you, “let’s get some lunch Y/n.”

“Okay,” Shinso had been taken by some of his other sidekicks over an issue that occurred as you and Mai left on your break.

Giving one last look behind you as you looked at the man, he had a new glistening to him as he licked his lips. He was finally accomplished as he couldn’t wait to finally have you be his.

The day continued with Shinso being busy with the issue that occurred, you had barely seen him as you and Mai went on another patrol, both speaking about the events of the weekend. You spoke about the pro hero event you had been to and how nice the number one pro hero had been. A shocking surprise for Mai who seemed to feel intimidated by the green haired man. “I’m telling you he was so nice, like he offered me his drink.”

“Ugh I wish Shinso had invited me now, I want to meet him so badly,” you chuckled lightly as you both watched the sun begin to set. You could understand why he had invited you of all people last night now, how his stuttering of how pretty you had looked in the dress you wore for the event. It had all connected and all you could think about was the man.

When you both arrived back at the agency, an uneasy emptiness had settled, Shinso was missing alongside other sidekicks. You and Mai didn’t question it as you both grabbed your stuff to leave, just as you both stepped outside the doors, you saw Shinso pulling at his hair as he seemed angry about something, taking aggressive steps as he walked towards his office. You would have gone to see him if the pull of Mai didn’t stop you, instead taking the long walk back to your apartment instead.

Shinso had become pissed as soon as his sidekicks spoke of what occurred, having to spend the whole day sorting out their mess. He had finally come back to the agency after hours of running around the city. His mind had been on you and with you having already left and unfinished business occurring.

His mind was focused on just you, wanting to only see you, wanting to only have you. As he took his car keys, leaving the agency as quickly as he could, a few goodbyes here and there. There was only one thing on his mind, and it was you, corrupting you.

You had finally felt free after the confession this morning, lying on the sofa as you flicked through some shows. Shinso had been your first crush ever since you had first seen him when he was starting out. But for him to like you back, you felt like a kid. A worry settled through you, you were inexperienced, not even having had your first kiss let alone slept with someone.

Under the guise you had of wanting to seem pure, an unsettling urge to have Shinso in you had taken over you. The way his hero costume clung to his frame, his hands moving through the capturing weapon. The said capturing weapon wrapped around your wrists as he fucked your mouth, you couldn’t lie and say that even if Shinso had spoken of taking things slow all you wanted was him.

The sound of the door being knocked at made you jolt as you opened the door to see the man in question. He was still wearing his hero costume as he looked at you with a fiery lust, “I can’t wait,” he murmured.

His hands went to your neck as his finger brushed against your cheek, lips smashing against one another. You didn’t know what you were doing, instead hands moved to his hair as you followed his movement with your own. His tongue gliding through your mouth as it skimmed against your tongue, he heard your low moan as his other hand moved to your back making you arch into the kiss.

He let go as your faces stayed close to one another, the fury remained not subsiding. He looked at you with lust as his mouth moved to your neck, “I need you Y/n…please.”

A soft kiss placed against the crook of your neck as you leant your head backwards to allow him more access. You had been thinking of this for too long, wanting him but his edge as his fingers played with your shirt. Slipping under as his hand gripped your sides, feeling your skin under him.

“Shinso…” you whispered as his mouth continued to kiss at your neck, he looked up at you. A realisation flashed through him as he let go of you.

“I’m sorry Y/n…I shouldn’t have…I said we should take things slow and I…I…forgive me today has just been…” he had begun pacing around, as he went to close the door.

You didn’t know how to react, you wanted this, wanted to help him and as you interrupted him, your own lust took over, “I want you.”

He stopped in his tracks as he looked at your form eyeing you up and down as he moved towards you once again, “are you sure?”

“Yeah…” you looked down as you didn’t want to admit the truth.

“Y/n…” his hand moved to cup your face, forcing you to stare up at him as his lips were close enough for you to touch, to feel once again, “tell me properly that you want this.”

“I want this…it’s just…” he waited for the response giving you a tender look as you looked at him with a soft glow “…I’m a virgin.”

He always thought the persona you put on was a façade that someone capable of fighting any villain and talking to anyone would have had one-night stands. Especially with how pretty you were, everything about you was pretty from the way your hair sat to the way you spoke. Shinso’s quirk relied on people talking but whenever you spoke he felt more enchanted than any of the people influenced by the brainwashing.

“That means I can ruin you…myself.” He felt even more turned on as he watched you stare up at him, he pushed you back on the arm rest of the sofa. You sat on it as one of his legs spread your legs open, hands gripping your face, his thumb skimmed against your lips as he pushed it inside watching as you sucked at it. “You gonna let me ruin this pretty…” his thumb moved out of your mouth as he skimmed your saliva across your mouth and cheeks, watching the spit fall down.

“Yes…” you were breathing heavy as he smirked seeing how dazed you looked. Your face tainted in a matter of seconds, gripping your jaw with one hand as his other went under your shirt. He went under your bra as his finger moved to flick against your nipple.

The instant you moaned, mouth agape, the build of spit he had in his mouth was spat right into your tongue. You moaned as his finger continued to pinch at your nipple, the spit mixing with your own as Shinso was able to see the strings of saliva against your tongue and mouth. “You’re already doing good baby.”

The praise sent a flutter through your body as he noticed how your eyes glossed, “let's finish this in your room.” He gripped your thighs bringing your legs to wrap around his waist as your arms moved to his neck.

You kissed him as he could taste his own saliva and your spit mix between both of you, as he kicked the door open, seeing how your room reflected you perfectly. He put you on the bed as your mouths remained connected. Spit on the sides of your mouths as he saw how much you craved him, your hands moving to grab onto his capturing weapon.

He closed the bedroom door as he knelt on the bed, one knee between your own as he wanted to feel how wet you were. Taking the capturing weapon off of his neck, he watched as your eyes lingered onto it, putting it to the side where he could easily grab it. He kissed you softly, leaning down as your back hit the duvet.

“You sure you want to do this?” He whispered as his hand lingered across your shirt, his hand waiting to hear your response.

You nodded as he waited to hear you verbally say it, “I want you to have me...all of me.”

It was all he needed for his hand to lift your shirt above your head, the way your breasts sat in your bra, hard nipples from his fingers already having flicked against them. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby…make you scream for me.”

You moaned as his mouth sucked at your nipple, his fingers flicking against your other one, as his other hand moved to your joggers. Hand about to divulge into your underwear, your hand had moved to pull at Shinso’s hair as he continued to suck and nibble at your tit.

“Hi…Toshi”, at the sound of his name, his hand went into your underwear, feeling how wet you had gotten. His fingers beginning to play with your clit, feeling the nub between his fingers as your moans intoxicated the room. “M…more…please..” you arched your hips to feel his fingers against your slick filled clit.

The movement made Shinso stop sucking at you, he looked at you, how slutty you had become to feel even more of him. He took his hand out of your underwear as you whined to feel more of him, his fingers filled with your slick, “already wet…isn’t that slutty of you…” He watched as you tried to get passed his legs to feel some more but he put his fingers across your lips instead, “you want to taste yourself…open up.”

He was too close to your lips as just as you opened your mouth, he moved his fingers and sucked on them himself, “you took too long.” He teased as he sucked each finger forcing you to watch as your hands tried to get to his trousers, but his other hand had restrained both. “If you keep moving I’ll have to tie you up…or is that what you want?”

You both looked to the side where the capturing weapon was, he leant against you, the imprint of his cock through his trousers pressing against your clothed cunt. You rutted against him, he gave a groan at the movement against his cock as he took the capturing weapon, the carbon coil flicking between his hands as he grabbed your hands. His cock skimming past your cunt once more, as he put your hands above your head, using the cloth as it wrapped against your wrists, tightening it at each movement you made against him.

“You want to be tied up for me…if you’re going to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.” He watched how your chest became full and raised as you arched to feel more of him, he took his shirt off as he was left shirtless.

Your eyes filled with a hunger as he went down to kiss you, “reply to me or I won’t fuck you baby.”

“I…I want to be tied up…” you whispered acknowledging how turned on you had become just from his action.

“Good…” his hand moved to your underwear, going past it as his hand patted your cunt, “…girl”

Both his hands moved to pull your joggers down your form, pulling your underwear down simultaneously. He watched how flushed you had become from being exposed, “pretty virgin cunt baby.”

“Take it…” you murmured as your hands ruffled against the material.

He undid his belt as he looked at you softly, “I intend too,” fingers moving past your clit as two fingers divulged into your cunt. The feeling of your walls pushing against his fingers, “you touched yourself baby.”

“I…I…” as his fingers moved inside of your cunt, you moaned as he went further into you, “Y…yes…”

“Naughty girl aren’t you,” he watched you squirm, your legs twitching at the feeling of his thick fingers pumping back and forth into your wet cunt. “Want to cum? Want to cum on my fingers baby?”

“To…Toshi, ple…please let me…cum…” your mouth had widened, drool coming from the corners as you felt a coil in your stomach.

He pumped into you continuously, his fingers moving into the back of your cervix as he watched you twitch even more, “cum for me baby.”

“Toshi…” your loud scream of his name as the coil snapped the gush of cum being pushed back into you as his fingers continued to move past your first orgasm. “Wan…want your…” you didn’t have to finish the sentence, already knowing what you wanted as he watched his fingers were soaked in your cum. Stepping out of his trousers as he took his own boxers off, the imprint of cock made you lick your lips. He went into his pocket finding a condom as he looked down at you.

Cum dripping onto the bed sheets as your cunt looked plump and swollen, ready for him to take something no one else had even seen. Rolling the condom onto his cock, his fingers moved to your mouth, letting you have a taste of any cum that was left on his fingers. “You ready for this baby,” he whispered as his arms trapped your frame, he leant down to kiss you as you moaned a yes. “This is gonna hurt a little bit…”

His indigo hair damp as it rested against the back of his neck, he watched your hands squirm wanting to touch his hair as he moved one hand to unravel the capturing weapon. As soon as your wrists were free your hands went into his hair, pushing him to kiss you more, his cock moving past your clit and first orgasm.

“I want you…” you whispered as your faces were only a mere inch away from one another, he looked down at you as your eyes were filled with a different feeling. Not of a lust that you both had experienced, but a passion to finally become one.

His cock moved past your clit, he pressed into you slowly as he watched you moan, eyes watering. Wiping the tears with one hand, “you’re doing amazing baby, just a little bit more.”

His cock was half way into you as he began to thrust back out of you before going back in, your eyes watered even more at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your cunt out. “To…Toshi, I can…can take m…more,” he nodded as he pushed into you, his base finally meeting the entrance of your cunt as you moaned his name.

He began to thrust back and forth into you, going deeper into you at each thrust, your legs wrapped around his waist as his knelt feeling his cock go into your even more. His mouth went down to kiss you softly as saliva missed between one another once again, the feeling of his spit sticking to the corners of your mouth were prevalent as he continued to fuck into you. “Yo…you’re so fucking pretty baby,” he whispered as you he moaned into your ear.

The sounds of him groaning and moans of your name making you want to feel him forever, “To…Toshi please more….” His thrusts became quicker as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands limp around his neck as even your legs seemed to have fallen due to the impact of each thrust.

As you gained your high, eyes opening as you saw his form, the way his hair fell across his face, his perfect body and cock, but most of all the look of love he had for you as he met your eyes. “I want to...be with you,” you whispered into his ear, his form changed as his thrusts became even more sloppier, “Hitoshi…I…I love you…”

“I love you too Y/n…” the sound of his voice making the coil snap in your stomach, feeling the white gush out of you. Each sloppy thrust becoming even sloppier as you moaned his name at the feeling of your release. The use of your cum being used to help him get even more into you, “I fuckin…love you baby.”

His words repeated as he felt his own high, groaning your name out loud as the cum gushed into the condom. Sliding out of your cunt collapsed beside you, sweat across both your forms as you gave a tired look at him, the night sky reflecting from outside, the small lamp to the side illuminating the room as he turned to see. The way your chest rose, cum dripped down onto the bed and hands moved to move his hair away from his face, “I do love you Toshi.”

He took the condom off as he tied it letting it drop as he watched you move to rest against his chest, fingers against his lower abdomen. He smiled watching how your eyes became tired and began dropping down slowly, the feeling of his body against you remained.

Kissing the top of your head, he pulled the covers on top of you both as he watched you snuggle closer into him. Almost wrapping your body against him as he looked up at the sky seeing the wisps of new stars and new colours, looking down at your sleeping form and the new relationship that had formed.

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