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ROOM FOR RENT

PAIRING: logan howlett x female reader

RATING: explicit (18+) | WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: logan finds a new roommate.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i have logan howlett brain rot and i’m not sorry. big smooch to everyone who let me yell about this to them including @eupheme @pedgito @wannab-urs @chaotic-mystery @kedsandtubesocks @undrthelights and @murder-wife 💕

WARNINGS: post deadpool & wolverine, variant!logan howlett, able bodied reader, reader being picked up (enhanced strength babyyyy), roommates to lovers trope, meddlesome pet cat, a splash of canon typical violence - mentions of blood and knife wounds, wade wilson/deadpool appearances, mild angst, explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact) - dirty talk, pain kink, biting, pet names, praise kink, oral sex - m & f receiving, a little dacryphilia during a blowjob, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, begging, size kink. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

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If Logan has to wake up to Wade's constant yapping for the rest of his life, he's going to go insane. Every morning he's jolted awake by Wade singing in the kitchen. When he notices Logan is awake, the singing stops and the one-sided conversation begins and doesn't end until Logan finally gets up from the couch and leaves the apartment with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Today, with some money in his pocket from a few odd jobs he's picked up, he finds solace in a quiet coffee shop. Sat beside a bulletin board, he scans the postings.

Art show, art show, yard sale, job opening, roommate wanted, art show--

Roommate wanted? Logan tears the paper from the pin.

Room for rent in 2 bedroom/1 bathroom apartment. One cat. Laundry on site.

He folds the ad up and stuffs the paper in the pocket of his jacket before gathering his empty coffee cup and tossing it in the trash on the way out the door, an uncharacteristic spring in his step.

Your phone rings with a number you don't recognize. You consider sending it to voicemail, already exhausted from fielding similar calls about your room for rent, but ultimately decide to answer.

"Hello?"

A man clears his throat on the other end of the line before responding with, "This the number for the rental?"

"Yep," you reply. "Were you interested in seeing it or have any questions?"

"How much is it?"

"Your half would be $950.”

"And it's a whole bedroom?"

"As opposed to a half bedroom?" You laugh at your joke but the man remains quiet and you wince. "I mean, yes. It's a whole bedroom."

"I'd like to come see it, if you've got the time."

"Sure, how's this Friday sound?" You suggest. "What's your full name?"

"Why do you need to know that?" The man's tone grows defensive and alarm bells ring in your head.

"Well, I'd like to make sure you're not, like, a wanted criminal or something," you tell him with an awkward laugh. He's quiet and for a moment you think that he may have hung up on you. "Hello?"

"Yeah, 'm still here," he sighs. "Name's Logan Howlett."

"Logan Howlett," you repeat. You give him your name in return, though he doesn't do much but grunt in acknowledgment. "Alright, well, do you have something to write down the address?"

"Just tell me, I'll remember."

After listing off the address, he ends the call with a rough goodbye. You get to work on your personal research, entering his name into a search engine.

No results.

You refresh the page, thinking that must be an error, but the same message appears.

No results.

You try spelling his name differently.

No results.

You set the phone down, anxiety starting to creep up your spine. It's hard to believe that there's absolutely nothing online about this man, who now has your full address, name, and phone number.

A sharp meow shakes you from your thoughts and you find that your cat has taken up residence on your lap, staring at you intently as his tail flicks back and forth. You run your hand over his head, scratching beneath his chin.

"You'll protect me, right?" You ask.

He leaps from your lap and struts away, fluffy tail disappearing down the hall that leads to your bedroom. You sigh.

Hopefully you haven’t just done something stupid.

Logan's attempt to leave the apartment unnoticed does not go as planned. Althea is sitting on the couch, a re-run of a talk show playing loudly, when he tries to make a run for it. He's distracted, watching her too carefully that he doesn't realize Wade has just returned from god-knows-where.

"Whatcha doin', twinkle toes?" Wade asks, startling Logan, who slams into the kitchen table with a curse.

"Fucking hell," Logan curses, rubbing his hip. "When did you get in here?"

Wade shrugs. "Sometime around the start of your 007 impression."

"My what?"

"Nevermind," Wade sighs. "You look snazzy. Got a hot date?"

"No," Logan grunts.

"A cold date, then?"

Logan pinches his nose. "No."

"Well, care to share, sugar plum? What's got you sneaking around like the Black Widow?"

"The who?"

"May she rest in peace," Wade says, tone suddenly somber.

"He's tryin' to move out," Althea chimes in. Wade's mouth drops open in shock.

"You're abandoning us?!" he exclaims. "After all we've been through?"

"Let the man do what he wants," Althea says. "Damn co-dependent freak."

"Harsh," - Wade places a hand over his chest, -"you know I have daddy issues. And mommy issues. And abandonment issues. And--"

"Enough," Logan snaps. "Yes, alright? I'm looking for a new place. I can't sleep on that couch forever."

"Is it because it smells like old people?" Wade whispers, pointing an accusatory finger to Althea, who flips him off.

"Look, this is your universe. Your timeline. Mine is gone and it's time I start making this whole thing less temporary."

Wade tilts his head and places a hand on Logan's shoulder. "My little Wolvie, all grown up," he says, wiping at a fake tear. Logan shoves his hand away, storming past him for the door.

"Remember to smile! Give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle!" Wade shouts as he slams the door behind him.

You pace your small living room and check the stove clock for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. Logan is due to see the apartment and your nerves have gone from a simmer to a full blown boil waiting for the mysterious man with no digital footprint to show up. Your cat is lounging on the windowsill, blissfully unaware of your inner panic.

Three sharp knocks at the door cause your pulse to skyrocket. You take a deep breath before crossing the short distance to the door, pulling it open with a smile.

"Hi! You must be--“

Your greeting dies on your tongue as you take in the man crowding your hallway. He's wearing a leather jacket over a white tank top that stretches tightly across a broad chest and jeans that highlight thick thighs. His dark hair is cut shorter on the sides than on the top of his head, the ends fanning out in a manner that reminds you of a cat's ears and he's sporting an impressively thick beard.

"'m Logan," he says in the same deep voice you heard over the phone, holding a hand out towards you. You slip your palm against his much larger one and you're surprised by how warm his touch is.

"H-hi," you stutter, shaking his hand. You clear your throat. "Sorry, hi. Uh, come on in."

You move aside to let him through the doorway, not missing the fact that his shoulders practically brush the frame as he steps inside. Your apartment opens up directly into the living room and kitchen with a small dining area set in between and you gesture around.

"Well, this is most of it, to be honest. I know it's not much but--"

"It's quiet," Logan interrupts. "Ain't used to quiet."

"Where, uh," -- you twist the hem of your shirt -- "where are you coming from? Exactly?"

"Kind of a long story. Right now I sleep on a couch in a shitty one bedroom apartment shared by an asshole who doesn't shut the fuck up and a blind cocaine addict."

"Oh," you reply, nodding despite your lack of understanding. "Yeah, it's just me here. Well, and Dumpling."

"Dumpling?"

As if summoned by his name, your cat appears, making a swift beeline for the newcomer. He twists around Logan's legs, butting his head against his shins. You bend down, scooping him up in your arms.

"This is Dumpling. He's cute, but he'll knock over any plants so I wouldn't recommend you take up indoor gardening if you decide to live here." Logan eyes Dumpling warily before holding a hand out. Dumpling sniffs his fingers daintily and rubs head against his palm. "I think he likes you."

Logan huffs, the sound close to a laugh, and it makes you smile. He looks up at you and for a moment you forget that you're complete strangers who have just met. He feels inexplicably familiar, his presence comforting, and you're surprised by it.

"Let's look at the bedroom," you finally say, breaking the moment. You turn, heading for the hall and he follows behind you, steps surprisingly light for such a large man. You take him to the last door at the end of the hall and enter the empty room. "This is it. It's kind of small, but all the rooms in New York are pretty much shoe boxes. It's got a closet and access to the fire escape, though.”

"Better than the couch," he says, looking around the room. "You said $950?"

"Plus half of the utilities," you add. He nods.

"Look, I'll be honest. I'm...between jobs right now." He sighs. "And my schedule can be...unpredictable."

"Oh," you mumble. You think about it for a moment. Renting the apartment to Logan would be a risk but...you can't help but notice that exhaustion in his eyes, how it's clear he's trying to get back on his feet in one way or another. "That's okay. We can work something out."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Really? You sure about that?"

Were you?

"Yeah," you reply. "I'm sure."

Having a roommate is...an adjustment.

Logan is great. He does his dishes in a timely manner, doesn't leave any clothes on the bathroom floor, and even cleans Dumpling's litter box from time to time.

But he drives you insane and it has nothing to do with his qualities as a roommate and everything to do with how unbearably attractive he is. He could be doing the most mundane activity and suddenly you're more turned on than a faucet on full blast. On top of it all, he's surprisingly sweet for such a gruff man.

Currently, you're watching him pour himself a glass of whiskey. You know he's probably preparing to take the drink to his room so that he can have a cigar on the fire escape, but you find yourself wanting his company.

"Logan?" you ask. He looks at you over his shoulder.

"Yeah, bub?"

"Would you...want to watch a movie? With me?"

He turns to fully face you, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his drink, dark eyes on you over the rim of the glass. You swallow nervously, prepared to retract your offer and hide out in your room for the rest of eternity, but he puts you out of your misery.

"Sure." He comes over to the couch, taking a seat that's a respectable distance away. "What are we watching?"

"Have you seen The Greatest Showman?"

A musical. He's sitting through a goddamn musical.

"You kinda look like that guy," you say from beside him. Logan tilts his head.

"I don't see it."

"It's the bone structure."

"I'm bigger than him." You mumble something under your breath that he doesn't quite catch, though he thinks it sounded suspiciously like yeah, you are. "You say somethin'?"

"Huh?" You shake your head. "No, nope. Didn't say anything."

Logan relaxes against the back of the couch, settling in. You're curled up against the armrest, a blanket covering your legs and your arms wrapped around a throw pillow. You look relaxed, at ease, a stark contrast to how you had been when he first moved in. You spent more of your time hidden in your room and he's happy to see you're getting more comfortable around him.

It's also torture. You're like a drug that he can't get enough of, a high that doesn't last long enough. He clings desperately to every smile you grace him with and falls asleep with the sound of your voice echoing in his head. He wakes up looking forward to seeing you, even if it's just in passing before you head out for your very normal job as part of your very normal life.

That's what gives him pause. You're not like him, not built for violence, and he would never drag you into that life. He thinks about Vanessa and Wade and the wedge that was driven between them they're working to repair and he can't bear the thought of having you just to lose you.

Logan's so lost in his own thoughts he doesn't realize that the movie has ended and you haven't moved. Your head is angled in a way that has to be uncomfortable, your mouth dropped open as you breathe slowly and deeply. He grabs the remote from the coffee table and turns the TV off, plunging the room into darkness as he stands and quietly approaches you.

He slides one arm beneath your knees and using the other to support your back, lifts you from the couch. You settle your head against his chest but otherwise your sleep remains undisturbed as he carries you down the hall into your room.

It's not the first time he's been in your personal space. One time he woke up to Dumpling clawing at his chest and he marched the animal back to your room for the night, barging in on you while you had been up reading. He remembers the queen sized bed in a wooden frame and a dresser with a drawer that won't shut take up most of the space, the plain white of your walls replaced by a soft blue. You've installed what he first thought were regular shelves but later learned are meant for Dumpling to use for late night acrobatics that he can sometimes hear from his room.

Logan sets you gently on your bed and pulls the quilt up to your shoulders. Before he can think better of it, he reaches a hand toward your face, tracing his thumb over the high point of your cheek. You turn towards the sensation, chasing his touch, and his chest grows tight. He sighs, stepping back and turning for the door.

Dumpling sits in the doorway, flicking his tail. Logan steps around him into the hallway, the cat's gaze following him.

"Shut up," he whispers.

Dumpling meows in return.

You're disoriented when you wake the next morning. The last thing you remember is being on the couch with Logan and watching The Greatest Showman, but somehow you've ended up in your room. You turn over in bed to find Dumpling on your other pillow, curled in a ball.

"Morning, Dumpy," you murmur, scratching his head. "How'd we end up here?"

Dumpling blinks unhelpfully at you before uncurling from his spot and hopping from the bed, leaving through your open door. It's then that you notice that you can hear grunting noises coming from the living room.

You get up to investigate and stop dead in your tracks, mouth dropping open when you find the source of the noise is a shirtless Logan doing push ups on the living room floor. The broad muscles of his back ripple with each movement, each push accompanied by a small grunt that makes your thighs clench together, imagining him making that noise when--

Logan stops, jumping to his feet and you shake your head free of the salacious image it began to create. He turns, giving you an uninhibited view of his thick chest that's covered in dark hair that trails down over defined abs before disappearing beneath the elastic of his sweatpants. You have to say something, anything, but your brain is full of static, unable to operate when he's standing there looking like that.

"Morning," he says.

"Good morning!" you reply, voice pitched higher than usual. You walk past him in a way you hope is casual, heading for the kitchen and prepping the coffee machine. "You got any plans today?"

"Got a friend who needs my help with something. Don't know when I'll be back." His voice is much closer than you expected and you turn from the counter to find him right behind you, a scant few inches of space between your bodies.

"Oh?" you whisper, keeping your gaze firmly on his face. "Is everything okay?"

"It will be."

He drifts impossibly closer, chest nearly brushing yours. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic rhythm that's become familiar ever since Logan entered your life. Reaching above your head, he grabs two mugs in one large hand, setting them on the counter behind you before taking a step back and turning to head for his room without another glance in your direction.

You sag against the counter, a wave of lust addled adrenaline crashing over you and leaving you breathless. The last thing you need to be doing is getting involved with your roommate, no matter how tempting he may be.

Dumpling jumps up on the counter beside the coffee pot and stares at you, likely waiting for food, but it feels more like judgment in his green eyes.

"Shut up," you whisper to him.

Dumpling meows, batting you with a paw.

You're sitting on the couch when there's an unexpected knock at your door. Logan is still gone, helping a friend and you're not expecting anyone, so you’re not sure who it could be. You check the peephole before opening the door and see the distorted image of a man in a red suit and mask supporting the weight of your roommate against his side.

"What the fuck?" you ask as you open the door in a panicked rush. The masked man waves his fingers at you.

"Hi there! I've got a very," -- he grunts, adjusting his grip on Logan -- "heavy delivery."

Logan's eyes are closed, head flopped back on the masked man's shoulder. Blood stains his t-shirt in spots that look suspiciously like knife wounds and you gasp.

"What happened to him?!" you shout. "Oh my god, he needs to go to the hospital--"

"He just needs a little power nap," the man says. "I'm Wade, by the way. You mind if I just--"

Wade drags Logan through the apartment, depositing him on your couch with a huff, wiping his hands together. He looks around and you're shocked when the eyes of the mask seem to move, as if mimicking his facial expressions.

"This is a nice place," he says. Dumpling meows and Wade gasps. "You have a cat?! I wish I could pet you, sweet kitty, but Dogpool would put me in the dog house. Ha! Get it?"

"I'm confused," you manage to say. "My roommate is bleeding out on my couch after being dropped off by some wanna-be Avenger--"

"Ouch!"

"And you're saying he doesn't need to go to the emergency room?"

"Nope." Wade lifts Logan's shirt. "See? Good as new."

Despite the blood and tears on his shirt, there's no wounds on Logan's body. He shifts, lifting an arm to smack Wade's hand away as he groans, eyes fluttering open. He glares at the man.

"Get out," he growls.

"Now, now, that's not being a very good host, Logi. What, were you raised by wolves?" Wade replies. Logan roars, a ferocious sound that's more animal than man. His hand curls into a fist and sharp metal blades extend from between his knuckles. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving, no need for the murder mittens." Wade looks at you. "You should come to Sunday dinner!"

"Wilson!" Logan shouts. Wade finally heeds the man's warnings, rushing for the door without another word, shutting it behind him. Logan sags against the couch, blades retracting into his hand. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes.

You stand there in shock, trying to make sense of everything you just witnessed. Logan should be halfway to dead by now, but he doesn't even have a scratch on him. He has claws. How does he have claws?

"Can hear you thinking," Logan says, eyes still shut. "Just say it."

"Say what?" you ask. He lifts his head.

"Tell me to get out, scream, whatever it is."

You sit down on the couch, facing him. "Why would I do that?"

"Because that's what you should be doing."

His hand rests on his thigh and you reach for it, lifting it to eye level for a closer look at his knuckles. You trace your thumb over the smooth skin, up over his strong forearm. He watches you, face almost pained.

"I'm not scared of you," you whisper. "You wouldn't hurt me."

"But I could," he bites back.

"You won't." You're certain of that. You set his hand back on his thigh and stand from the couch, intending to grab him a glass of water from the kitchen, but he stops you with a hand around your wrist. His grip is loose enough that you could break free, but you don't.

Logan looks up at you with an unreadable expression, something close to fear mixed with a conflicting emotion that you think -- or hope -- might be desire. He tugs your wrist, bringing you to stand between his legs.

"How can you be so sure?" he asks.

You place your hand on his cheek, the coarse hair of his beard scratching at your palm. His eyelids flutter and his lips part on a sharp inhale.

"You're a good man, Logan Howlett," you murmur. He closes his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath.

His next movements are quick -- a hand on the back of your thigh, dragging you onto his lap, the other wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you close, his lips capturing yours in a savage kiss. You melt into him, meeting his urgency with your own desperation, tongues tangling together and fighting for dominance.

You pull back to trail kisses across his jaw until you reach his neck, sinking your teeth into the tan skin, just over his hammering pulse. Logan groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, pulling you tightly against him as his hips buck into yours.

"Fuck," Logan says, voice a deep rumble that you feel to your marrow. "Do that again."

"Do what?" you tease.

"Bite me," he demands. "Make it hurt."

You obey, biting down into his shoulder with greater effort, sinking your teeth in deep until he hisses from the pain of it and you let go, lifting your head to look at the mark you've left behind. It fades quickly, disappearing without a trace.

"Jesus," he says, pulling you in for another kiss, slow and deep, as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "Let me see you."

You allow him to lift your shirt up and over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. His touch makes you shiver despite the heat of his hands as he traces the curve of your waist up to your chest, his thumbs finding your nipples and teasing them with slow circles. You drop your head back with a moan and he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, your collarbone, moving down until his lips wrap around one taut bud.

"Logan," you whine, digging your fingers into his hair and holding tight. He hums, the sensation making your eyes roll.

"Thought about this," he murmurs, switching to your other breast. "Every time you'd wear those goddamn tight shirts of yours."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Wanna know what I thought about?" You tug his hair, pulling his head away from your chest. "Sucking your cock."

He raises his eyebrow at you and you take the opportunity to slide from his lap, settling on your knees between his spread thighs. You work his belt loose, followed by the fly of his jeans. He reaches past the waistband to free his cock and your mouth waters at the sight. You could tell he was big while you were on his lap, but he's even more glorious than you imagined. Thick, long, with prominent veins and a slight upward curve that you know will hit all the right places.

You take him in your hand, appreciating the weight of him in your palm as you hold him steady. With your eyes locked on his face, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue to lick from the top of your fingers to the flushed head. He groans, his hand curling into a fist that he presses to his forehead.

"Fuck," Logan hisses. You do it again, this time swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him into your mouth, moving down his length slowly. "God, look at you. Mouth stuffed so full you're drooling, huh?"

He's right. Spit gathers at the corners of your lips and runs down your chin as you use your mouth to pleasure him. The sounds he makes above you are downright filthy, deep moans and filthy praise that have you moving faster, taking him deeper, working to get as much of him in your mouth as you manage without gagging. He cups your cheek with one large palm, thumb tracing your stretched lips.

"Keep going, sweetheart. You can take a little more, can't you? That's it," he says. Tears burn your cheeks with the effort to obey, your throat tightening around the head of his cock. "Fuck, that's a good girl."

You breathe deeply through your nose, maintaining a steady pace and using your hand in tandem with your mouth for what you can't easily take. Logan's hips begin to flex beneath you, his words trailing off into guttural growls. His cock twitches in your grasp and he moans your name before his release floods your mouth and you swallow it down.

You pull off of him with a slick pop, gasping for breath. Before you can say anything, Logan is hauling you to your feet as he stands from the couch, lifting you up with one strong arm beneath your ass and urging your legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Just getting started."

Logan kicks the door open to your room, startling Dumpling from his perch. The cat races out the door, disappearing into the living area as the door clicks shut. He sets you down on your bed and quickly rids himself of his boots and rest of his clothing before returning his attention to you.

You're lying there in your little sleep shorts that drive him nuts. The fabric barely covers your ass and there's been more than one occasion where he's shuffled into the kitchen in the mornings to see you in them, all the blood in his body rushing south at the sight. He joins you on the bed, on his knees between your spread thighs, and extends a single claw. Your eyes widen, but you don't pull away. In fact, you start squirming, hips flexing minutely against the mattress.

"Scared yet?" he asks.

"I wouldn't say that.”

He carefully slips the blade beneath the hem of your shorts, inching it up until it peeks out above the elastic waistband before twisting his wrist and slicing through the fabric like it's nothing. Claw retracted, he removes your ruined shorts and takes a moment to appreciate the vision you make, legs spread wide and your dripping pussy on display.

"You're a mess," he says, smoothing his hands over the soft skin of your legs. He lifts one of your knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of it before resting it on his shoulder. "Gonna clean you up."

Logan dips his head to your center, dragging his tongue through your soaked sex, groaning when the taste of you blooms across his tongue. Your fingers curl against his scalp, a sharp point of pleasure-pain as he explores your body. He swirls his tongue over your clit, experimenting with broad circles and sharp flicks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Logan," you cry, hips bucking against his face. He dips his tongue into your cunt, nose brushing your clit as he does, and he hums in satisfaction as your thighs tense around his head.

He looks up at you and drinks in the picture you make, gorgeous skin glistening with sweat and your back arched from the bed, chest heaving with desperate breaths. He wants this exact moment burned into his memory, certain it could chase away the dark shadows that linger there.

Logan presses two fingers to your hole, sliding them in with little resistance. You're so warm and tight, squeezing his fingers beautifully, calling out his name as he curls them when he drags them from your body.

"I'm going to come," you gasp. "Oh, fuck, just like that!"

You pulse around his fingers and he slows his movements to work you through it until you collapse against the mattress with a deep sigh. He carefully removes his hand and sits up on his knees.

"Guess I made more of a mess," Logan says. Your eyes squeeze shut with a breathless giggle.

"I'll forgive you," you reply. You reach your arms up for him and he moves to hover over you to accept your embrace. "God, Logan," you murmur, tilting your chin up to kiss him.

In this position, he's able to drag his cock through the slick mess between your thighs and you shiver beneath him, gasping into his mouth. He does it again, more purposeful this time and it drags a moan from you both.

"Please," you murmur.

"Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want," he replies. "What you need."

"Need you to fuck me."

Logan reaches between your bodies and positions the thick head of his cock at your entrance, pushing forward. The stretch of him is unreal, almost too much even with how wet you are for him.

"Relax," he says, holding himself steady above you. "You can take it."

You nod and he pushes forward another inch, letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickles your sensitive skin. You've never been so full, no other experience compares to this. No other man compares to Logan, in any way.

He starts moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you're nearly empty before plunging back inside. Each thrust puts stars in your vision, makes the knot of want and need coil tighter in your lower belly, until you're moaning his name and begging him to move faster, harder, deeper.

Logan obeys, thrusting into you with enough force that your head board collides with the wall. He sits back on heels, dragging you up with him until you're sitting in his lap and he's able to thrust up into you.

"Feel so fucking good," he says, lips against your neck. "Need you to come for me, baby."

You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close, meeting each of his thrusts with a rock of your hips that drags your clit against him, your nerves buzzing with the friction and fullness. While the orgasm he wrenched from you with his mouth felt like a wildfire, this one builds and builds, a wave cresting until it finally crashes and you cry out his name.

Logan leans forward to drop you back onto the bed, reaching a hand up to grip your headboard as he continues to roll his hips into yours, chasing his own release. His thrusts begin to grow more desperate until he presses in deep and you're flooded with warmth as he growls, long and low. The sound of splintering wood breaks through your post-orgasmic haze and you tilt your head back to find that his claws have extended through your headboard, splitting the wood and embedding into the drywall.

"I can fix that," Logan says breathlessly, tugging his hand free, claws retracting. You grin at him.

"Later," you reply, pulling him in for a kiss.

You've got better things to do right now.

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotage you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) rec drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- Stand up 69.... yep I said it, a HELL of a breed kink, mating press, cumplay, oral sex (m and f receiving) size kink like a MF- Sukuna is huge mmkayyy- rough sex, he's hard in the bed but soft outside of it hehe, angsty in places, and emotional. Get to know Toji more hehe- a little bit of everything <3 WC- 7k

Will be eight parts- ties into my Mob Gojo story- you'll see him and the reader fromt here in here- this chap takes place after chap two of that one- but you can read it alone. Art in the banner is by Sketch B on X

Reblogs/comments so appreciated if you enjoyy!

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Part Six

“The new leader of the Kamo family, hmm?” Sukuna murmurs, sitting across from the dark haired man named Choso, who looked so out of place he wanted to laugh, looking away from the strippers and shaking his head.

“He’s cute.” You murmur, earning Sukuna’s scowl, pinching your hip so hard you gasp. “Not like that!”

“I’ll make you pay for that and last night later.” He murmurs, jaw tense as you sit right on his lap so pretty, you’re not dressed to dance because you’re just here for the meeting with him, but your skirt rides up enough he can get a good grip of that nice ass of yours. “Getting excited?”

“Shush!” He smirks as he feels your heat on his thigh, just like the first time he asked you to come sit, the time he fell for you harder and harder.

But the truth is Sukuna fell the moment he met you, though he’s not quite sure you know that yet. He slips down the thin black strap of your top and takes some of the white powder now, tapping it along your bare shoulder, while the men talk, mentioning the man he hates more than anyone, your ex, making him stiffen just a bit.

“The Zenin won’t be any friends of mine.” Choso says calmly, smiling sweetly at one of the bartenders that brings him a drink. “Thank you, pretty.”

You watch Satoru scowl as he yanks the bartender Sukuna has just hired on his lap then, glaring at Choso, while you smile softly at your friend. She’s been through it with her own trouble from what Satoru has just shared, worse than you or Sukuna even knew, and you’re glad to see Satoru look up at her with those big blue eyes of his, clearly obsessed.

“My bartender.” He declares, making Suguru and Toji chuckle, but Sukuna is too busy scowling at you.

“Attention, brat. Give me it now.” You giggle, breathless, brushing his pastel locks back as he rolls a hundred, licking it while the music is reverberating in the huge VIP room, two girls are dancing on Toji, one on Suguru, and more trying to capture Choso’s attention. All while Satoru and your friend clearly need a room.

“It’s a lot going on is all, Kuna, I’m sorry.” He shuts his eyes, his pretty pink lashes fluttering when you press a kiss on his cheek. “You have all my attention.”

“I fucking better.” You’re giggling again until he snorts that powder off your neck, lapping it up with the tip of his tongue and pulling you tight.

“Are you ever gonna let her dance again?” Suguru asks Sukuna then, earning the look of death and everyone's laugh but Sukuna’s.

“The fuck?”

“She’s a hell of a dancer.” Toji winks over at you, making you roll your eyes, feeling your huge boyfriend tense under you.

“Sure the fuck won’t. She’s retired.”

“Kuna I’m like twenty five!?��

“Retired. Now back to business.” He presses a kiss on your neck, a hand on your thigh casually, pulling you further on his lap. “We deal with Mei, she’s likely collecting debt for the Zenin.”

“I want to deal with her, personally.” Satoru says then, his jaw locked as he grips his girl tightly, and you catch her flushed cheeks and glittery eyes.

“Satoru, you can’t go running around provoking everyone without backup.” Suguru, ever the voice of reason murmurs, lighting up a blunt, the smoke fogging up the room, while a pretty girl inhales the smoke he blows into her mouth. He pulls back then, no cough in sight, a professional. “I’ll go with you.”

“We have history.” Satoru mumbles, and Sukuna laughs then, shaking his head.

“Well who hasn’t fucked Mei?” Sukuna says amusedly.

“What now?” You demand, and Sukuna rolls his red eyes.

“I did too, I think I was eighteen.” Suguru admits, as Satoru stares at them all with an open mouth.

“What?” Satoru’s turn to demand, and Toji shrugs.

“I fucked her with Shiu Kong, threesome.” The boys are snickering, as you continue to stare in confusion.

“Okay so everyone fucked this Mei lady, so can we make her stop being a bitch to my friend?” You say now, and the room sobers up.

“We sure will, pookie, don’t worry.” Satoru says to you, before looking back at Suguru. “But I wanna go alone.”

“Fine, Satoru, but if she gets with the Zenin…” Suguru trails off then, frowning. “Wait, Choso hasn’t fucked her, there is someone here who hasn’t.”

“Well I sure don’t want to, whoever she is.” Choso takes a blunt from Suguru’s hand, surprising you all. “Think I don’t smoke?”

“You seem like a goody goody.” Sukuna muses, earning your pinch.

“You seem sweet.”

“Well thank you.” He says, smiling as he leans over handing you the blunt, and Sukuna yanks it from his hands.

“She doesn’t smoke.” You can’t stop the affection you feel, while Sukuna inhales the blunt, making sure to blow it away from you. “Naoya is a problem, a big one, as he won’t back the fuck off.”

“I’m fine with the Kamo family meeting with the Zenin, to warn them, if you think that’s a good first step?” Choso says, and now Toji scoffs.

“He’s a little fuck face, he’ll still try shit. I say take him out.” Toji says it so carelessly, shrugging a broad shoulder.

“Toji…” You start, he shakes his head.

“Sorry doll, my opinion.”

“Let’s take Mei out too.” Satoru says with a batshit crazy grin.

“Satoru!” His girl says admonishingly, as he pouts up at her, and she brushes a hand through his snowy locks. “No killing.”

“Do you know what a mafia is, baby girl?” He asks, and she sighs, as do you, shaking your heads.

“The solution can’t just be ‘taking people out’.” Choso agrees, while Satoru angrily hits the blunt, rolling his eyes.

“Boring.” Satoru grumbles.

“Boring.” Toji agrees.

“Boring.” That’s Sukuna, making you gasp, as Suguru grimaces, burying his head in his hands.

“You all exhaust me. I think I’ll like Choso here.” He puts a hand on the dark haired man’s shoulder, and he smiles a bit.

“Let’s try to threaten them.” Gojo says, and the room all reluctantly agree. “I’ll deal with Mei, Choso can deal with the Zenin before we get Sukuna involved.”

“The fuck, why?”

“Because you’ll kill him.” Toji mutters, snorting a line off the new bottle girl’s neck, sighing as he does. “I don’t blame ya, but don’t act like you won’t.”

“I may not… kill him. Maybe? Not definitely.”

“Kuna…”

“Don’t you Kuna me.”

“Kuna.” Toji mimics, earning a middle finger in his direction while Sukuna looks up at you.

“Yes, brat?” Sukuna says then, looking at you avidly, his eyes darkening, you know how furious he is with Naoya.

“No killing.”

“You’re such a goody goody.” He huffs, tossing down a drink now, while you shift in his lap. “Fine, that’s the plan for now. I’m heading out early, me and this brat need a couple hours alone.”

“Bet you do.” Satoru grins, wiggling his white brows, and Sukuna walks out with you now, through the humming and bustling darkness of the club, holding you close, you can feel his tension.

“Text Miwa, I wanna know if she can keep Touma out for a couple hours.” He says once you’re in the back of the limo, and then he watches the flush creep across your cheeks. “I’ll pay her more, and you don't have to work today.”

“You probably won’t let me work again!”

“Nope.”

“Oh goodness. Where’s my feminism?” He’s grinning big as he yanks you on his lap, straddling him this time.

“Left the moment I snorted coke off you. Or maybe when you sucked me off so good that night?” His voice gets husky, as his thumb brushes on your lower lip, and you shift just so, making him ache.

“Got you off fast.”

“You brat… text her now.”

******

Soon you and Sukuna are all alone in his penthouse, he sets a timer then, for the time Miwa is bringing Touma back. “You’re thorough, hmm?”

“I am not getting cockblocked tonight.” Your laughter is soon turning into cries when Sukuna has his huge hands all over you, kissing you desperately, just holding you up in the air, letting your legs dangle.

“Kuna, please…”

“Stop teasing, brat… strip for me, now.” Sukuna’s order rushes through you, as you step back just a bit, unbuttoning your top until it falls down your body, then your skirt falls, until you’re in panties and a bra, his ruby eyes washing over you hungrily. “Don’t stop there, let me see all of you.”

You’re trembling without his touch, with just his gaze that holds so much power over you, reaching back and unsnapping the lacy strap, letting it fall, as Sukuna studies your pretty breasts that sway just so as they bounce out of it, little marks left where it’s pressed into your skin. He steps forward then, big hands with those tattooed wrists brushing under them, where the line of your strap was.

“Mnh!” He chuckles a bit, continuing his caresses, as if he’s trying to rub away all the strain the bra put you through that day, before stepping back, eyes dipping to your thighs.

“Panties off too.” You turn now, slipping them down your ass, peering back at him with a little smile as the pool to your ankles.

“Like the view, Mr. Sukuna?”

“Tch, you’re so bratty. Turn.” You turn back to him, bare feet padding gently across the plush rug beneath you, he’s already shirtless but now your hands are fiddling with the belt around his thick waist, dying for him to be as naked as you. When you get his thick, heavy cock free you whimper just a bit, touching that barbell coated with his milky precum.

You bend down and slip his pants and boxers, then eagerly get to your knees, only for him to pull at your hair, earning your attention to his face, a devious fucking smirk on his features. “Didn’t I owe you, for not cumming yesterday?”

“Oh, you owe me alright, passing out on me.” You giggle, but he’s pulling you up even as your tongue darts on that reddened tip.

“Let me pay it back then, hmm? Ah! Kuna…”

He’s yanked you up, pulling you by the hands until his strong back is nearly against the wall. “I see you on that pole, you know, gliding around it, hanging upside down…”

His murmur is met with his rough hands on your bare waist, squeezing against your ribcage, he makes you feel so small, as he lifts you then, like it’s nothing of course, how strong he is he just lets you dangle off the ground. “Kuna, let me suck you-”

“Oh, you’ll suck me right down that throat.” You scream out when he’s flipped you upside down then, until your calves are hanging on his shoulders, and you’re hanging upside down, hands reaching to his hips as you wriggle.

“Kuna, what!?” He chuckles right against your soppy little cunt, making you jerk, fearing you’ll lose balance, you cling, as blood rushes to your head.

“See how long you can suck me like this, huh little stripper of mine? I got you, I won’t drop your ass, stop wiggling.” You exhale, then your clit twitches as he flicks a tongue on it, arms wrapped around your hips in some insane standing 69 position that you’ve only ever read about.

“K-Kuna…” You feel the blood rushing to your head, as he laps his long tongue right against your pussy, groaning.

“Suck it deep, lemme feel your throat tighten when you cum f’me.” You’re done for then, opening your mouth as your hair falls, as your body heats up, clinging to his thighs now as you suck his cock eagerly into your mouth, and he moans against you, making the sensations higher. “Deeper, brat, you can do it…”

You suck him deeper, head bobbing while upside down, making you dizzy, as he devours your pussy now, leaning back on the wall to pull you more against him, shoving his cock so deep down your throat you gag on it, which only makes it better. He’s licking that sweetness while your moans make his cock twitch, while you’re sucking him all you can, deeper and deeper.

“God, so slutty just f’me, hmm?” You can’t answer, not with nine inches down your throat, not as you’re clinging to him, pussy pulsing around the wet muscle of his tongue, shoving in so deep then that you’re about to cum all over his face, feeling yourself floating as you dangle there, as he holds you. “Mmm, p-perfect, fuck…”

He’s losing himself in you, holding you up as you work so hard, thinking how the fuck he’s this, lucky, that he has you, all to himself. As he flicks his tongue and has you gushing across his face, thighs squeezing him, hanging on like he is your pole, sucking him like your life depends on it.

“Mngh– mpf!” You’re no longer making coherent noises, as blood rushes in your ears, and you hear your own pulse race, bucking and grinding on his face as you take so much of him your throat is burning, eyes crying.

“Good girl. Look at you.” He’s got you flipped once more now, clinging to him as he slams you against the wall, cool textured patterns pressing into overheated skin, while you’re spinning, clinging to him so dizzy.

“You’re insane, Ryomen Sukuna.” You’re clinging to him tighter, as he presses you on that wall, brushing a thumb across where drool has spilled from the corner of your mouth.

“You did so good for me, baby, shit.” His praise makes anything else fade, as color hits your cheeks, you’re grinding those hips as your thighs press around his strong torso, pussy dripping along his belly button and lower.

If Sukuna had a tongue there, he’d lap it right up too.

What an odd thought, he muses, slamming his lips back on yours, his huge hands pressing into the plush of your ass while he lets you grind right on his abdomen, making every muscle slick with your cum. “Kuna…”

“Wanna put a baby in you, shit.” You’re already weak, now he’s ending you, when he carries you to the bed, laying you down and shoving your thighs up. “Imagine, those titties dripping milk, so big…”

“Oh my god…” You’re clinging to his pastel locks, as he’s sucking on your nipples now, and you can picture it all so vividly, making you pulse around nothing, dying for him to do just that. “Do you have… a breed kink?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, Sukuna is absolutely a kinky mother fucker, he’s had submissives, he’s had girls in handcuffs, he’s even learned shibari and hung them from the ceiling. For whatever reason, he has far too much fun doing even the most basic things with you, he knows your past was…

Shit.

And your experiences, shit, so he’s eased it up on you - yes that was Sukuna being gentle - but he has never experienced whatever feral shit it is in him that makes him so badly want a baby in you. Another baby for you to take care of, to stay home with and watch their dumbass shows, to watch as your belly grows, and you’re marked more by his baby inside you.

What is it exactly that's happening to him?

With you he loses all sense of control.

“Breed kink, is that what it’s called?” He’s smirking down as you giggle, breathless, brushing your fingers against the jut of his cheekbone.

“Is it just a kink?” Your words wreck his brain, when he lines up his huge, lengthy cock against your slutty little hole, so ready for him.

“It could be more.” He shoves his cock deep in you then, folding you into a mating press, you’re screaming out, head falling back, thanking god that your son isn’t in the house, there’s no way sound proofing works for that scream. “God, so desperate, ya gonna cum already?”

“F-fuck… yes…” He’d chuckle again but you’re gripping him too tightly, he’s too deep folding your much smaller frame in half, the size difference alone in the huge man’s hands is ending him, watching his cock stretch your tight little hole, stuffing you so full. “Too much!”

“Nah, you can take it brat, huh?” You’re senseless when he pulls nearly completely out, moaning at your arousal dripping down his cock so filthy, stuffing it back inside your cunt all the way, as much as he can at least, there’s too many inches for Sukuna to bottom out in your little cunt. “Too much for you huh?”

“I c-can do it…” He’s smiling wickedly, a big white grin spread across half his face, while those ruby eyes light up and he slams into your pussy again, making you grip his biceps with those nails of yours, sinking in and leaving marks. “Kuna!”

“Feel too good, I can’t take it easy anymore.” You blink in shock when he’s pressing on those thighs, fucking into you faster, harder, smacks of his skin heard along with the sound of your greedy cunt taking all she can.

“Gonna cum, mnh!” He slows now, smirking at your cute little scowl. “N-no keep going!”

“Mmm, not yet brat.” You’re gasping as he rolls his hips so deep, his stubble along the top of his cock grinding against your little twitchy clit, making you closer in a whole other way, while his piercing hits your g spot again, rolling there, inch by inch. “Close, hmm?”

“P-please!” He sighs, you just are too pretty desperate and begging, he leans back and rolls his thumb on your clit now, as your thighs shaky, and you’re gushing down on him.

“So messy, look at you. Tch.” He’s using that slippery mess to roll on your clit as he puts the soles of your pretty feet on his chest, yes even your feet are pretty to him, every bit of you is, while he nips your ankle and presses your engorged clit deeper, making you close to shattering. “Beg for it.”

“You’re… such a jerk… I swear!” He pulls off his finger then, and you yank his wrist, still pinned, as he smirks down at you. “Put it back, please…” You’re pouting, taking his thumb and sucking your juices off it then, leaving him speechless for just a moment. “Kuna!”

“Beg me.”

“I said please?”

“Nah.” He’s pulling his entire cock out of you now, and your glare makes you look way too pretty, when he’s got you on your knees now, pressing your head down into the mattress, smacking his heavy thick cock on your ass. “God, she’s so perfect, but she needs new handprints.”

“Mnhph!” You’re whining into the pillow as he smacks one ass cheek, then the other, over and over, making you tremble in need. You’re arching up for more, earning his chuckle, as he looks at just how tiny that pussy is, the difference again wrecking his addled brain, while his cock disappears in ways it shouldn’t.

“Fuck you’re perfect, brat, shit…” He’s murmuring now, his piercing hitting some new damn spot, as he eases in you halfway, smacking your ass again, they’re covered in his prints now, the skin whelping up in places, all while you’re struggling to cum, rocking back your hips.

He holds them still, earning you up on shaky arms, scowling back at him. “Kuna, let me cum, didn’t I do good when you h-had me f-flipped!?”

“So needy, tsk.” Your eyes narrow before he shoves deeper, hand pulling your hair now, your eyes roll back as you see stars when he slams your cervix like this. “Being bratty?”

“Wanna cum, please… with you, with you.” He’s pausing now, before he yanks your head to him, leaning over your body to kiss you so sloppy, his tongue and your dripping down so messy, as you’re struggling to take him this way.

“Want me to cum inside? Fill you up?” You nod eagerly, when he pulls you to your knees, pumping deep inside you, a strong arm wrapping your body and a hand splaying your tummy.

“Please, please, K-Kuna I… want it!” You’re breathless when he shoves his cock so deep you’re squirming, the orgasm so close, but he stops again, to your frustration, to the point you’re in tears as he looks at you again.

“Want a baby in you, hmm brat?” You’re struck by the feral look in his ruby eyes. “Wanna be so full of me, here?”

He’s pressing your tummy as you nod then, swallowing, throat dry. “I want it in me, Kuna.”

“Say it - beg for it.” His husky voice and thrust send you, you lean back to cup his face, your palm feeling far too good, while your cunt is pulsating around him.

“Please put your b-baby inside me, please. Want it, need it, please… ah!” Sukuna has you on your back again, throwing you this way and that like you’re nothing, now he’s got you folded so in half your knees nearly touch the bed, folding you in ways you didn’t think were possible anymore.

“Gonna put that baby in you, fuck so many babies, huh slutty little brat?” He whispers, you gulp and nod, seeing him go so insane, and he’s ended then, rolling his hips just so, watching you go off that edge. “You’re just here for me to breed then, huh? My little fucking breed toy?”

“Shit…” You’ve known Sukuna is freaky, but he’s lost it, leaning back to watch his cock disappear again and again, groaning as he feels you tightening.

“Is that what you are? For me to breed you?”

“Kuna…”

“Answer brat, I’ll let you cum.” You take several breaths, struggling to form words as the man fucks into you.

“Breed me.” Those words send him further, as he fucks you so hard it hurts, hands bruising your thighs, but you’re dying for it, for the pain, for the way he looks at you, how he’s pulsing inside you now. “P-please!”

“Cum then, just f’me, lemme put so many inside you.”

You’re screaming his name as he finally lets you cum, his own orgasm following, his cock swelling and pulsing, filling you up so much you feel your cunt dripping his cum, while you’re gripping the blankets, panting. Your orgasm is so intense you can’t even fucking see, gasping as he lets your thighs down, cupping your face and slamming his lips on yours.

He’s still cumming from that reddened tip snug on your cervix, leaving him breathless with the intensity, and there is so much of it. Your body starts to convulse around him, a second orgasm ripping through you as he’s still not done, filling you up with his hot cum, making you feel so full, so owned when he’s pulling back finally, exhaling and looking down at you.

“Sukuna… your breed kink is intense.” You whisper, he chuckles then, the sound echoing in the room, shaking his head. “Is this normal for you?”

“God no, I’ve never…” He clears his throat then, as he brushes a finger across your brow, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “I’ve never felt like that, or… wanted to. Shit you fuck me up, bratty stripper.”

“Bratty stripper, really?” You raise a brow, lips pursed, and he’s sighing, rolling ruby eyes as he rests his chin on his forearm, studying you carefully.

“You bring it out in me, alright?”

“Kuna… I’m your first breed kink huh?”

“Oh shut up. You love it.” He pulls out now, and your little smile turns into a gasp, as you watch just how much cum pours out, yours and his. “Messy, slutty pussy, she wants all my cum.”

“That’s your mess, Mr. Sukuna. Should clean it.” He raises a brow at your giggle, before he’s standing, laying you on your back, your head dangling then.

“Your mess, you clean it.”

“Oh is it now?” You eagerly lap at him as your hair dangles off the edge of the bed, and you tease a lick on his balls, earning his moan. “Both our messes.”

“More you.” He huffs, leaning over you to finger the sticky cum of his pouring out of your hole, making his cock twitch again.

“Mmm!” He’s shoved his cock deep in your throat, while you suck the juices off him, still mostly hard somehow, earning his soft cry that makes your sore cunt ache, while he leans over you and laps that tongue on your clit, while his cock shoves so deep in your throat you choke on it.

Sukuna groans as he fucks into your throat for the second time that day, licking his own cum off your clit, before pulling back, and watching the bulge in your throat move, sparking more inside him. “Not gonna be able to talk huh?”

The alarm goes off then, and Sukuna exhales, pressing a kiss on your clit as he pulls back, easing you up, your eyes are so fucked out you look dizzy. You touch your throat, clearing it, sitting with wobbly legs. “Almost time for him to come home?”

“Mmhmm, your little cockblock kid.”

“You love him, shut up.” You shove at him playfully, as he picks you up again, taking you to his bathroom.

“Tch, I deal with both of you.” You giggle and shake your head, seeing his plump lips twitch as he sits you down on the counter. “We have time to clean up.”

*****

When Miwa brings Touma home, you have a towel around your damp hair, as Miwa looks at you and covers her hand to giggle. Sukuna hands her hundreds. “This is too-”

“No, I really needed this. Thank you.” He mumbles, she can’t stop her giggle and neither can you as Touma runs up and hugs you over the fluffy robe.

“I love him.” Miwa murmurs in your ear, you blush as she eyes you.

“I do too.” She smiles at that, patting Touma’s head then.

“Love you Miwa!” He declares, and she gives him a little kiss.

“Love you too, be good and get some sleep for mommy hmm?” He nods as she waves at you all and leaves, when Touma turns to Sukuna.

“Will you watch a show with me?” Sukuna glares at his watch.

“It’s ten, kid.”

“It’s the weekend!”

“Melatonin-”

“Sukuna.” You glare and he sighs again. “I have to blow dry my hair, can you two watch just one episode maybe?”

“Of what!?”

“Bluey.” You and Touma say at the same time, making Sukuna grimace as you and… mini you… stare at him with those damn eyes.

Fuck he loves you, and now he’s loving your annoying kid, who wants to watch a stupid dog show.

How’d he fall so bad for you?

“I’m getting soft.” He mutters, when you kiss his cheek after he agrees.

“What’s wrong with soft? Hmm?”

“You’ll make up for this, woman.” You’re grinning as you run off, leaving him and the kid to watch this ‘stupid’ Bluey character on the couch. The kid is snuggling on Sukuna’s lap, clinging to him with his arms around his neck, the kid is as clingy as you, it seems, even as he shoves at him, he comes back. “Kid…”

“You’re comfy, Mr. Kuna!”

“Am not, I bench three fifty easy and-”

“Comfy!”

“Jesus. Let’s start this stupid show.” He wonders how long it takes to dry your hair as he scowls at the shut bathroom, you’re just torturing him. But slowly he gets absorbed in the damn show, and starts asking a yawning Touma questions. “Who’s that one?”

“Uncle Stripe! Hmm, you could be Uncle Kuna!” He presses a kiss on Sukuna’s cheek, he grimaces, wiping it off and shoving at the kid, who just comes back and clings again, laughing. “Papa Kuna then!”

“Papa Kuna the hell, kid.” Touma snuggles back in his lap as the show goes on, but his next words clutch at Sukuna’s heart.

“I don’t really know my Papa, except he made Mama sad sometimes.” Sukuna gulps, wondering just how much you don’t share, while Touma yawns again. “That’s why I’ll protect Mama.”

“Do you hate your Papa for being… well, a dick?” Touma blinks curiously, and Sukuna remembers he’s a little… kid or whatever, and doesn’t know his bio dad is a psycho dick.

“A what?”

“Shit… I mean, do you hate him for being bad to Mama?”

Touma frowns a bit for a moment. “No. I don’t… hate him. I don’t know him though. Just Mama. And she’s the best Mama in the world.” He grins brightly then, and Sukuna smiles at the clear love in his eyes for you.

“She seems like a pretty cool mom, huh?”

“The best! No one is a better mama.” Sukuna contemplates it then, what was fun and something to think of, you are a mother first, he knows that’s the most important part of you. “What should I call you, Mr. Kuna?”

“You can call me whatever kid, I guess.” He grumbles, earning Touma giggling, he sounds a bit like you when he does.

“Mama loves you.” His words again hit mushy things inside Sukuna, a mobster, a strip club owner, a man who had no attachments, now has a girl he’s in love with and a kid that he wants to take care of, so soon.

Like some whirlwind you’ve overtaken everything, since the moment his eyes met yours, and he saw it, something different, the type of love he has for you is difficult to explain or express. But he’d burn the goddamn world down for you, and your kid, if that’s what either of you needed, and any kids he had with you.

“I love your Mama too, even when she’s a little annoying.”

“Hey now!” You come out, skin all smooth and dewy, your hair glimmering from whatever fancy products he bought you, smelling far too good. “I love you both, but I am not annoying.”

“Tch. Sure, brat, this dog is annoying.”

“No, you like it, Papa Kuna.” He snorts, rolling his eyes as you falter, seeing Touma cling even tighter to Sukuna’s neck, as he pats a spot next to him on the couch, but you’re stuck there, like the gravity is pulling you down.

“Papa Kuna?” You murmur, and Sukuna shrugs a shoulder.

“He can call me whatever annoying thing he wants. Both of you and your dumb nicknames.” You sit then, tears filling your eyes, while you brush back Touma’s hair, seeing he’s dozed off right on Sukuna’s chest, feeling such affection you can hardly stand it. “Brat…”

“Don’t you tell me not to cry.” You’re already sniffling as you cover them up with a blanket, eyes watering as Sukuna sighs, reaching across Touma to cup your cheek, brushing aside a tear.

“You’re just a cry baby, hmm?” You just nod, and kiss him gently, salty tears flowing down his lips as he pulls back then, looking at Touma and brushing his hair back, your exact hair, so much of him is just like you. “Why are you crying this time?”

“Look at him. He l-loves you.” You’re sobbing quietly, and Sukuna feels his own emotions hit him, swallowing. If you make him cry he’s going to beat your backside. “He never had this from anyone but me. Never. I…”

“Shh. Let me put him to bed.” You nod then, as he kisses your head, carrying Touma to his room, coming back to hold you tightly, letting you sob all over his soft black shirt, shutting off the show with a click of the remote. “It’s okay, you’re safe here.”

“I love you so much. So much it hurts.” Sukuna gulps again, clutching your body tightly to him. “It’s crazy, how soon it happened, l-like when I m-met you…”

“Shh.”

“No, it was when I danced for you.” You pull back, cheeks a sticky mess, lip trembling so hard he brushes a thumb over it, letting you continue to melt him until he’s a mush. “You touched my tummy… my stretch mark, you said it was sexy.”

His hand comes to your waist then, thumb brushing the same area. “They are sexy. All of you is.”

“No one made me feel that way, until you, something about how you looked at me, how you touched me…” You are pulled against him tightly, as his breath tickles your lips, and he looks down at you. “I fell bad then.”

“I fell when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And I do, and guess what?” You’re sniffling, heart pounding while he speaks those words, your hands grip his shoulder, while he holds you close.

“What?” You whisper, when he leans down further, taking over your every sense.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you or come near you, both of you.”

“Kuna…” You’re kissing, as he holds you so tightly, letting you cry against his chest, letting you whisper all the words of love Sukuna never knew he’d hear, or feel, as he rubs his hands up and down your back. “Thank you, for all of this. Everything.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. It’s everything.” He takes a breath then, smiling down at you and raising a brow. “What is that look?”

“Can we… go on a date?” You giggle, now he’s glaring daggers at you. “It’s not a joke, brat.”

“We don’t need to though, we live together and-”

“You deserve a damn date. Okay? I’ve never… been on one?” You blink in shock, one, two, three times. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Sukuna, you had a sex swing and own a strip club?”

“That doesn’t mean I went on dates.”

“Aw, so I’d be your first?” He stands as you hop up pulling him down now, giggling when he continues to scowl, looking so serious, his jaw is even clenched when you brush your fingers along it. “I’d love to.”

“Shit, yeah?” You nod eagerly, letting him pick you up and carry you to bed then, and you look so peaceful he thinks, snuggled and smiling, when your phone rings.

It’s way too late, and a private number, making his heart pound in his chest.

Sukuna picks up the phone, saying nothing, hearing Naoya’s voice then - “Where do you live now, just up and left with my son, huh? Do you really think you’ll get away with it, bitch- I have the DA in my pocket. I-”

Sukuna cuts him off quickly, his words making you stir awake. “Count your fucking days, Naoya. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

He stutters as you realize in horror Sukuna is on your phone with him, god why can’t he let you be happy? He wanted nothing to do with you or Touma until you were happy, with Sukuna, who’s fuming, standing up right out of bed and squeezing your phone so tightly you think it’ll break.

“You think hiding behind the Gojo name will keep you safe, don’t you Sukuna - so scared you have to get the Kamo family to send me threats?” Sukuna’s laugh is dangerous then, frightening as you watch in horror.

“I’m not scared of you in any fucking way, I was trying to handle the situation with more concern than you have for anything, but if it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll fucking get.” Your mouth opens but Sukuna shushes you with just a look. “Or you wanna meet one on one, how’s that nose?”

“Fuck you, all this for what, to get at the Zenin?”

“All this because I love the girl you threw away, thank god you did too, you didn’t even deserve to look at her.”

“Then meet me tomorrow, I’ll send the details, and we’ll fucking end it all. She’s mine, and so is that goddamn kid, I’ll not just hand them over.”

“I’ll meet you alright.” He hangs up, and you watch in horror as your phone is crushed in Sukuna’s huge hand, crumbling and cracking, when he starts going to his drawers and digging out clothes.

“Sukuna, what did he say?” You whisper, he turns to look at you, insane, scary grin on his features.

“He said he wants to fucking die baby. That’s what. I’ll buy you a better phone, by the way.” He glances at his hand, covered in little cuts, you stand then, holding his palm as your worst fears are coming true.

“I can’t have you hurt because of me!”

“I’ll do anything for you, didn’t I say that?”

“But I-”

“I’m not meeting him tonight, I need to meet the boys. Okay?” You take a shaky breath, shaking your head.

“I want you to be in bed. I want him to leave us alone.”

“He will.”

“You can’t actually…”

“Kill him?” You bite your lip, nodding. “I love you, I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you safe, if it comes to it I’ll end him without blinking.”

“But you could get hurt!”

“He can’t touch me.” His bloody hand cups your cheek now, as he kisses you deeply, and your tummy turns and spins. “I need to end this for good. I have a date to take you on.”

He tilts your chin up, kissing away your tears, seeing the little bits of his own blood across your face. “Please come back home to us.”

“I will, brat, you worry too much.” Your frown makes him soften. “I will come back home, to both of you.”

“You better.” He kisses you again, getting dressed and leaving quietly, as you cry for the third time today, all for different reasons, seeing yourself in the mirror, touching your reddened cheek in the night glow, with the moon softly glowing in through the windows.

You peer down and see him hopping into a limo then, on the phone, touching your own chest as he looks up and sees your silhouette in the limo, dialing Toji’s number. “What is it? I’m getting sucked off, shit.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Sukuna takes a shot that’s sitting in the cooler inside the limo, downing it in one go, sighing. “Finish it, I’m on my way.”

“Finish it, doll no teeth.” Toji tuts at the pretty girl sucking at him, while he’s sipping on his beer, biting back a moan and scowling at the phone. “You’re on one tonight, what happened?”

“He called her, threatening her, and I answered.”

Toji pauses then, pulling the girl off him reluctantly. “Just a minute, hmm?” She nods a bit, and Toji pulls up his pants, as he stares out the window of his apartment into the night. “What’d he say?”

“Too much. He was at her old place. The shit he… I can’t let him hurt her, or her fucking kid, Toji. I need a favor from you.”

Toji downs his beer then, grimacing and running a hand through his dark locks as he throws the bottle out with a clink. “Don’t need to beg me to help her, I will come with you.”

“Fuck you’re not that shit sometimes huh?”

“Oh fuck off Sukuna. I’m finishing this bj before I come out.”

Sukuna snorts then, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you never lasted long from what I heard-”

“Fuck I didn’t, you don’t know shit- soundproofing your room.”

“So you wouldn’t jerk off to me.”

“Oh fuck you, I’m just doing this for her, not even you.” Sukuna sobers up a bit, as your face hits his mind, and he nods a bit.

“I’ll just wait then. Thank you Toji.”

“And a thank you? Damn she’s got you soft.” Sukuna thinks of crushing another phone, but hangs up instead, downing another shot with a shaky hand, while Toji calls back over the pretty bottle girl from the club.

“Sorry doll, go ahead now.” She’s back to sucking him deep in her throat, but for some reason Sukuna’s words and you being in danger has his mind all over, the Zenin have long been a problem. It’s why he long changed his name to the girl he loved so long ago, the one he lost.

Sukuna clearly loves you like Toji did, and now it makes him sick to think of Naoya, he knew when he saw you he was no good, but he didn’t know it extended so far. The pretty girl pulls back with a pop, frowning, and Toji grimaces, pulling her up on his lap now.

“I’ve got too much on my mind, your mouth is perfect, mmkay doll?” She nods shyly, gasping when Toji shoves two thick fingers in her pussy.

“Mr. Toji!” He’s curling them as her head falls back, and he’s kissing down her chest. “S-so good mnh!”

“Might as well have one of us cum.” He’s sucking her off him before he sends her home, finally joining Sukuna in the Limo, and seeing his addled state. “Shit, at least you interrupted me for a good reason. When’s he gonna meet?”

“Tomorrow, but I have a question for you, Toji.”

“What’s that?”

“Have you ever thought about leading them?”

Toji sputters then, as Sukuna smokes on a blunt, filling the limo up with smoke, handing Toji the blunt. “Leading them?”

“You’re the one who should be, hmm?”

“Fuck that, Sukuna, I can’t. I’ll help you take him out, but not that.” Sukuna sighs, nodding then, he knows how deep his hatred goes. “So… we’re taking him out?”

Sukuna grins. “I’d love to take him the fuck out, but one thing we are absolutely making sure of, he will never come near her again.”

A/N- Am I hinting at a Toji spinoff? MAYBE hehe- also expect Mob Gojo Chapter three next - I'll have a preview of him tonight actually. TY for all the love on the Mafia boys - I am so flattered by the love for our obsessed men. Hope you enjoyed this!

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eeuni · 2 months ago

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deserved ᮫࣭﹆ֹ b.e

fluff & iheart radio awards btw guys i haven't written anything in a long time so sorry if it's horrible

you could spend all afternoon writing about what your girlfriend's last album had done emotionally to everyone, but you'd never be able to finish. from the moment they told you that you would be able to present her with the award for album of the year, you could do nothing but try to keep your mouth shut and not say a word to billie.

you wrote your words to present to her in an old notebook, which you knew billie wouldn't see. it took you an entire night; it was so difficult to put all that majesty into simple words.

on the day of the ceremony you wore a simple black dress, with a chain elegantly decorating your neck. your girlfriend, on the other hand, wore the complete opposite, baggy and comfortable clothing, yet she wore a small suit to sing.

"you're going to do fantastic!" you exclaimed to her, excited to hear her sing wildflower.

billie's performance was fantastic, it was a true demonstration that no matter if she took home an award or not, nothing would change the fact that this woman touched souls deeply. she kissed your lips, standing on her tiptoes as she left the stage and you grabbed her hand to run off and get to her dressing room.

"how can you run in heels!?" she raised her voice so you could hear her, you both laughed.

"i have superpowers, baby."

you joked. you and billie entered the dressing room, quickly changing billie's clothes as they paused and named other winners. you two left the room kissing, returning to the event. you two sat next to maggie, patrick, claudia, and finneas. the table was filled with compliments for billie and finneas, emphasizing how talented they were. a member of the event staff came to you; it was your turn to speak.

"wait, babe! where are you going?" your girlfriend asked quickly, almost standing to follow you.

"i'll be right back, bils. stay here." you smiled reassuringly.

billie let go of your hand and you walked backstage. there were only two minutes left until you came out and announced the winner of album of the year.

"okay, go." said a robust man, guiding you to the stage.

you stood there, the lights came on, and you noticed billie's surprised look. you smiled with foreknowledge. the applause rose when they saw your recognized figure.

"f'me hit me hard and soft is more than just an album. is the album of the year, the one of the best created in the entired history of music. it moves you like nothing else ever done, it resonates in your soul and helps you heal it. it's a work of art that doesn't usually receive the praise it deserves because there are no words to describe the wonderful majesty it offers, it is ineffable."

everyone listens to your words, some people nodding, others with their hands on their chest, eyes full of tears and smiles of confirmation.

but billie's eyes were glued to your body, listening to every word you said. the words traveled through her veins, reaching her heart and piercing her soul. her eyes became teary. her lips pouted, turning to look at finneas and holding his hand.

"and i have the good luck to know the two people who made this album possible. a talented young man who adds color to everything he touches, finneas." everyone applauded once more. "and also to the most perfectly real and human soul, the most beautiful girl in the world billie eilish."

billie's trembling hands made her let go of finneas's hands, biting her lip to keep her tears from falling.

"thank you for making our album of the year: hit me hard and soft."

now they stood up from their seats, the award in their hands, and thousands of people cheering all over the place. they came to the stage, still not believing what was happening. finneas was the first to hug you, whispering a small "thank you."

now your girlfriend, whimpering a little at your kind words, hugged you by the waist, burying her head in your chest, jumping with excitement.

"you made me cry like a fucking bitch." you both laughed. "i love you, mama."

"i love you more, love." it was the last thing you said to billie, now in front of the microphone and with eyes full of tears, she thanked all the people who were in the process of making the album along with finneas.

you stood to the side of the stage, admiring how beautiful billie looked, as always, and you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

"and you!" she turned around, looking at you with a smile. "you're like fucking amazing, you're beautiful, and i can't believe i'm with you—it's like, whoa. you know?"

the whole place laughed at billie's nervousness, her cheeks red and her words escaping her lips.

"okay, sorry. i love you. i love you all, bye!"

she came back to your side, hugging you very excited. finneas joined in the hug, and the three of you happily walked off the stage.

after a few moments and when you were all in your places at the table, everyone was congratulating billie, but she kept a hand on yours, squeezing it whenever she needed to relax. on the way home, in her car, she couldn't help but look at you when the traffic light turned red.

"did you really write all that for me and finn?" her voice was soft, almost unwilling to get her hopes up.

she turned to look at you once more, placing her hand on your lap, looking at you with those eyes that expressed love and gratitude.

"yes, of course baby." you responded instantly.

"you're so gorgeous, my girl." she kissed your shoulder.

"yours." you whispered.

and the traffic light was now green.

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jaellyfishh · 15 days ago

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The Corner Where We Met · Part 4

trope: art teacher!azzi x PE teacher!paige

content: fluff, little jealousy. also, let’s pretend aaliyah’s birthday is not in july

word count: 7.1K

thank you for patiently waiting! i’ve drafted the storyline for the next two chapters, but i’m open to suggestions. let me know what you think of this chapter and if there are confusing elements i can address/change.

Several days later

Between free periods during school hours and late-night FaceTimes after work, Paige and Azzi’s relationship grew even closer. No one around them, not even themselves, could put a label on their current dynamic. It would likely be in a grey area of casual and committed, nothing official, yet only kept for each other.

“See? It looks prettier now, right?” Azzi beamed as she looked at a picture of Paige’s new bedsheets from her phone.

“Yeah, maybe you should redesign my entire apartment,” Paige mused, tucking her phone away in her pocket as the pair walked towards the gym.

“Maybe you should invite me sometime,” Azzi teased, earning a small chuckle from the blonde.

The pair took their seat in the back among the teachers, greeting each other with simple nods and smiles.

There was an ocean of excitement among the students during morning assembly as Principal Auriemma announced a reminder of Moore’s upcoming annual October Sports Day, which will take place in almost three weeks. Paige had curated a stacked list of activities—ball sports, track, a cheer dance competition, and other fun activities—and the students couldn’t sit still in anticipation, especially knowing the teachers would be participating as well.

Azzi gave Paige a proud look, placing her hand over hers as she mouthed ‘you did so well’. The blonde gave her a shy smile before her attention focused on the chatty students around them, squirming in their seats, talking to each other in excited whispers about the games. Nika, who sat behind them, gave Paige a surprise shoulder squeeze.

“KK and I are so gonna beat you in two-legged race,” Mühl deviously muttered in her ear, her hands pressing down on Paige’s shoulder,

“Can y’all make strides long enough, though?” Paige retorted with a smug face.

Nika squeezed a little too hard, causing Paige to wince in pain.

As the volume of the students grew, Principal Auriemma tapped on the microphone, bringing them back to reality for the rest of the morning assembly announcements, the quietness overtaking progressively. As everyone’s attention turned back to him, the blonde couldn’t help but notice Azzi’s hand still on hers, her thumb absentmindedly caressing it while she listened to the old man.

Paige’s heart almost fluttered at the small gesture, one that spoke the most volumes in the way Azzi cared for her. The blonde gave a small smile before stroking Azzi’s pinky with her thumb that was closest to it. And they stayed like that for the remainder of the assembly, unnoticed by others but highly noticeable to the pair.

After Principal Auriemma dismissed the assembly, the crowd slowly separated towards their respective quarters, while the pair still walked together in tandem, almost attached to the hip, almost always in their bubble.

As they reached Azzi’s classroom door, the curly brunette turned to Paige with a large sigh, getting herself ready for the day.

Paige smiled and gave a knowing nod. “I’ll see you at lunch”.

“Don’t miss me too much,” Azzi smiled back.

“I’ll try not to,” Paige grinned, scanning Azzi’s face as she shoved her hands into her jacket.

Suddenly, a small figure stopped beside Paige.

“Ms. Bueckers, you’re in my way,” a voice scolded, surprising the pair.

“Oh, my bad. Sorry, Li’l Leo,” Paige stepped back.

“If you keep staring at Ms. Fudd like that, it’s gonna make her uncomfortable. Right, Ms. Fudd?”

The boy folded his arms as he stood sternly in front of Azzi, raising one brow trying to assert dominance over the tall blonde. The gesture earned a light laugh from Azzi while Paige scoffed in disbelief, eyeing the boy down.

The curly brunette patted the young boy’s shoulder as she glanced at Paige.

“I appreciate the help, Leo, you learnt well. But I can handle it. Go ‘head inside,” Azzi tried to keep a straight face.

The boy gave one last look at Paige before walking inside the classroom.

Paige shook her head. “Didn’t know you had bodyguards”.

Azzi snorted. “It’s important these young boys know when someone needs help.”

“Wow,” Paige sang. “Am I a threat to you, Ms. Fudd?”

“Sometimes. When you stare at me long enough,” Azzi hummed, her eyes looking into her classroom.

“Hm, thought you liked it. Well, next time I’ll make sure when I wanna stare at you, I’ll tell you beforehand,” the blonde grinned, waiting for Azzi’s reaction.

Before the brunette could say anything, a pair of loud, fast footsteps were heard approaching their direction.

“Head back to class, Ms. Fudd. Now!” Kayla yelled just enough for the pair to hear, already walking right past them towards her clinic.

“How many bodyguards do you have, for real?” Paige joked, making the younger woman laugh.

—

“C’mon, Lili. We’re getting nowhere with your decision-making,” Nika whined.

The same group of teachers were having lunch together discussing plans for Aaliyah’s birthday celebration, except the celebrant herself couldn’t care less.

“Guys, things are tight and I don’t want y’all to do something you’re not comfortable with either. Maybe bowling?” Edwards shrugged.

“I got a splint on, so maybe not,” KK frowned, raising her right hand to show her finger splint, an injury she acquired from playing basketball with her cousins over the weekend.

“What about a p-“ Kayla chimed in before being interrupted by Azzi.

“If you say picnic like you always do, just remember it’s gonna be 62 degrees this weekend”

As the group grumbled while chewing on their food, Paige's ears perked up as she thought of an idea.

“What about potluck? Nothing too crazy. We can cook or buy food, enjoy each other’s company in the comfort of your own home. If we have leftovers, it would be a plus to save up on groceries for a couple days. Hm?”

The group nodded in unison as Aaliyah stared at Paige.

“Y’all better remember I’m vegetarian or else no one’s coming inside,” the tall woman reminded before the group did a small celebration on the final decision.

As the last bell of the hour rang and Moore had now been emptied out, Paige and Azzi were seen walking towards the blonde’s car.

“Thanks for offering to drop me home, you didn’t have to,” Azzi smiled before Paige opened the passenger’s door for her.

“Your house is on the way to mine. I was more than happy to, but only if you’re comfortable with it. And, honestly, I’d even be fine to do it everyday, if it’s easier for you. If anything, I should’ve done this earlier,” Paige rambled casually causing Azzi to giggle.

“Paige, I don’t want to trouble you with all that. Besides, I’ve been driving myself to school for years just fine,” Azzi lightly responded.

Paige scrunched her nose briefly. “I’m sorry. That was a bit much wasn’t it?”

Azzi stared at her momentarily before shaking her head in disagreement. “Not at all. It was… shockingly chivalrous. Thanks, though. I’ll know who to hit up if I need a ride”.

Paige laughed through her nose before staring at the ground. Azzi, who noticed the blonde being a little shaken up, gently placed her hand on her arm, causing Paige to lift her head to face her.

“Paige, you’re fine. If it’s something you did, I’ll let you know,” Azzi reassured her.

Paige could only nod before responding. “Why don’t you get inside? It’s freezing out here”.

As Azzi watched Paige settle in the driver’s seat, she couldn’t help but feel endeared by all her small gestures. Adjusting her seatbelt, checking the mirrors, taking time to pick her playlist. As soon as Paige held on the shift to reverse, it was already getting way too obvious.

“You know, I think Li’l Leo got it all wrong. Somebody else has a staring problem,” the blonde smirked as she focused on her rear view mirrors.

The curly brunette cleared her throat. “I just find it interesting to see how other people drive. And it’s my first time seeing you drive, so don’t get it twisted”.

“Right, right. How am I doing so far?” Paige played along.

“Well, you checked both sides before reversing, so you’re already better than me,” Azzi joked.

“So can you finally not get mad at me for telling you off on your driving that one time?” Paige chuckled, her eyes focused on the road, remembering the day they went out to buy Azzi’s art supplies.

“I drive with caution. I can’t afford to crash the side of my car again, okay?” Azzi groaned while the blonde surrendered.

“Alright, alright. Well, you’re the passenger princess now, so you can relax as much as you want”

“Yeah, maybe I could get used to this,” Azzi softly hummed as she relaxed back into her seat, Paige laughing through her nose.

The drive continued in comfortable silence, Paige’s old school R&B playlist resounding. The sun was almost setting, casting a tinge of orange on the pair’s face, a mix of warmth and coolness lingering in the air around them.

Paige quickly glanced at the woman beside her, who looked like she was lost in her thoughts.

“Hey,” the blonde poked at Azzi’s thigh. “About Lili’s party. Do you wanna… cook at my place before we head out?”

Azzi shuffled in her seat, straightening her position. “Honestly, when you suggested a potluck, I thought I was cooked.”

Paige laughed. “What? Why?”

“I suck at cooking. I practically know how to cook, at most, three good dishes? Otherwise, I just throw in a salad with chicken breast with the same seasoning I put on everything and call it a day”.

The blonde chuckled. “I can help you with that, if you’re down. And, hey, Caroline can come with, if you want that extra support”.

“Hmm, sounds like a good idea. Wait, are you officially inviting me to your place?” Azzi teased enthusiastically.

”Woah, excited much?” Paige snickered.

“Okay, what if I just wanted to see the rest of your poorly designed living room?” Azzi counteracted.

“Way to hurt a woman, Ms. Fudd,” Paige shook her head. The curly brunette rolled her eyes playfully before melting back into her seat.

—

Saturday early afternoon

Paige heard a knock on her apartment door before placing the last bit of groceries on the kitchen counter. She washed her hands before making her way towards the door, unconsciously fixing her ponytail before swinging it open.

“Hey,” Azzi’s soft voice echoed.

Paige was greeted with a refreshing, familiar smile. The woman in front of her had her hair slicked back into a clean bun, her face with little to no makeup, and her outfit something casual that was prepared to have the scent of food latched onto it.

Yet, she looked the most beautiful Paige has ever seen her yet. Natural with a charm that could turn anyone to stone if anyone stared hard enough, something the blonde was guilty of.

“Can we talk about Caroline’s divine timing because how does this happen twice?” Paige already started joking, stepping aside so Azzi can come in.

The brunette laughed. “All coincidental. If Aaliyah needed her help with cooking, I can’t blame her. It was either you or Car. And you already had plans, so…”

“Yep, so just you and me again. I’m really lucky this year, huh?” Paige smiled, causing Azzi to scoff.

As the younger woman walked further inside, she couldn’t help but look busy at her surroundings. Paige’s apartment was simple, a modern design with a chic monochromatic grey colour scheme, something like it was directly off of an IKEA showroom.

“Oh, that’s pretty. This is cute.” Azzi muttered under her breath as she slowly walked around.

Paige looked amused, her eyes following Azzi who was making herself familiar with the space.

“Need me to show you my bathroom, too?”

Azzi darted her eyes back at Paige before smiling sheepishly. “Whoops, forgot you were here”.

“How flattering,” the blonde sarcastically commented, shaking her head as she headed towards the kitchen. “You can place your stuff on the couch. Have a drink of this when you’re done”.

After Azzi dropped her bag on the grey couch, she followed to where Paige was in the kitchen, who had taken a tall glass of water and handed it to Azzi.

“Mmm! Did you infuse this with lemon?” Azzi stared animatedly at the glass after taking a sip.

“Lime,” Paige corrected. “And with mint and cucumber.”

“Okay, now you’re making me look ridiculous with the plain water I gave you at mine,” Azzi said disappointingly as she placed her glass down on the kitchen counter behind her, slightly leaning on it.

“And plain water is just fine,” Paige reassured her. ”Let’s just say I do this… occasionally. For special guests”.

The blonde’s tone was lower this time as she strategically placed her own glass beside Azzi’s before hovering over her, arms trapping Azzi on both sides.

Azzi’s head tilted, eyes partially squinting. “And how many of these special guests have you invited over?”

Paige’s face inched closer, a smirk forming on her lips. “Just one”.

Azzi bit on her inner cheeks as she analysed Paige’s expression, unsure if she was satisfied with the answer, but even more unsure as to why she was feeling dissatisfied. Paige was quick to notice how Azzi was not as receptive to her antics as usual, pulling away just slightly to have a good read on her.

“It’s just you, Azzi,” Paige reassured her, scanning her face in noticeable concern.

The brunette lowered her head before looking back up at Paige in guilt. “I’m sorry. This is sweet of you, genuinely. You sure do have a talent”.

A small upward curve formed on Paige’s lips as she completely pulled away, gesturing to the groceries and taking Azzi’s attention to it. “Well, you haven’t seen the rest of it yet. I’ll show you why I’m the best cook in all of Minnesota”.

“Is that what you tell yourself every night?” Azzi teased.

“Find out for yourself, Ms. Fudd,” Paige shrugged before handing Azzi some of the supplies to open.

For a brief moment, the pair couldn’t shake away from their recent exchanges. Paige had noticed the younger woman reacting similarly when they had sex for the first time. Giving Azzi reassurance that there was nobody else besides her. However, the blonde understood enough to not push anything until Azzi was ready to open up. After all, it wasn’t like Paige didn’t have her moments either. As they both grew closer each day, Azzi was beginning to feel a turbulence in Paige’s confidence whenever they were around each other. Being overly cautious and withdrawing her words more than when they first met.

After a quick couple hours of chopping vegetables, stuffing pasta shells, and washing dishes, the pair had finally finished cooking two separate dishes for Lili’s potluck. Paige dusted off her apron as she smiled triumphantly at her work and her ability to get Azzi involved.

“This looks so yum! Paige, you’re insane,” Azzi exclaimed as she stared at the glass containers, the blonde busy wiping the last few bits of scraps off the kitchen counter.

“Yeah? How ‘bout a final taste test?” Paige stood beside Azzi, who was nodding with excitement. “Whadyou wanna try first?”

Azzi immediately took two tortilla chips from the bag and handed one to Paige with a smile. “The one I picked out, the buffalo cauliflower dip”.

The tray was still steaming, freshly baked in the oven. The aroma of Paige’s buffalo-style hot sauce mixed with parmesan and chopped caramelized cauliflowers filled their nostrils. Paige nodded before the pair dipped the tortilla into it, taking a barely noticeable amount off before eating it.

“Damn, that’s so good. I might make these for my prep meal. You made it look so easy,” Azzi slightly leaned on Paige, earning a small chuckle from the taller woman.

“Didn’t I tell you I’m the best cook in Minnesota? Alright, now let’s try this one,” Paige handed Azzi a spoon as she pointed towards the glass container filled with pasta shells stuffed in spinach and ricotta topped with a tangy, tomato sauce that had a bit of Paige‘s special seasoning.

“Paige!” Azzi whacked the blonde’s arm after taking a bite, incredulous over the flavours in her mouth. “Thank God we made a lot because these are coming home with me”.

Paige laughed at Azzi’s reactions, feeling a sense of pride knowing her cooking skills never failed her. As she watched Azzi chew on the food, she couldn’t help but look at her fondly.

“You know, you can always come over if you wanna have a good meal,” Paige innocently nudged on Azzi’s arm, who was now washing down the food with the lemon-mint-cucumber infused water.

Azzi thought otherwise, glancing at the woman beside her with a playful smile etched on her lips.

”Yeah? What kinda meal?” The brunette tilted her head as she inched closer towards Paige, her fingers playing with the drawstring of Paige’s sweatpants.

The blonde could only clench her jaws realising what she had said, her eyes darting down to Azzi’s lips before staring back at her eyes. She could melt in the way Azzi flirted, it was way more alluring and entrancing, something that could raise the hairs of one’s skin in an instant.

“Whatever you crave”

Paige, who now played along, had her hands on Azzi‘s waist, pulling her closer towards her. Instinctively, Azzi trailed her other hand up to Paige’s jaw, dragging her face closer and connecting their lips.

It was a slow and passionate kiss that made their muscles weak with every movement. Azzi rested one hand on Paige’s shoulder while the other remained caressing her jaw. The touch made Paige’s delicate grip on Azzi’s back tighter, squeezing a fraction more as she sucked on Azzi’s lower lip.

They smiled into their kiss, their mouths moving in sync as their bodies grinded subtly onto one another, warmth radiating throughout.

Suddenly, a default iPhone alarm blared across the kitchen, causing the pair to jolt.

“We have to get ready soon,” Paige whispered as she switched off the alarm, her arms still holding onto Azzi.

“Yeah,” Azzi gave her one last look before pulling away, almost disappointed.

“Wait,” Paige leaned forward again, giving Azzi a quick peck before letting go. “Okay, I feel better now”.

“You always try to steal a kiss, it’s ridiculous,” Azzi laughed lightly.

“It’s for just in case. To seal the deal, you know,” Paige joked, causing Azzi to shake her in now proper disappointment.

“Seal the deal? You’re lucky that face of yours compensates for being so lame,” Azzi walked off towards her bag.

“I don’t know how to feel about that,” Paige furrowed her brows at the backhanded compliment.

—

“Happy Birthday, Lili!” The pair greeted Edwards with wide smiles, who was also beaming at excitement for the arrival of her new guests.

“Guys, this is so cute! Oh my god, you sure did make a lot. Thank God we’re all big backs,” Aaliyah laughed as she stepped back to let them in.

Paige and Azzi entered the apartment, welcomed with semi-loud 2000s recession music and colourful balloons stuck on the walls, some bouncing on the floor. There was a section of Aaliyah’s bare wall in her living room that had a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner plastered across just above ‘LILI 26’ in balloon letters.

The pair were soon approached by Kayla, Nika and Caroline, who helped take their containers away, placing them on the long dinner table filled with different containers of homemade and store bought food.

“KK’s coming soon. Here, help yourself,” Aaliyah informed them before gesturing towards the drink station with an assortment of alcoholic to non-alcoholic beverages.

As they stood by the kitchen, Caroline nudged on Azzi’s arm. “Hey babe, how’d cooking go?”

Azzi smiled at Paige before answering. “Really fun. Paige taught me a thing or two, so you might come home to better meals from me.”

“So no more of the same salt-and-pepper-old bay-cajun-whatever-the-fuck seasoning anymore? Thank God,” Caroline joked before Azzi smacked her arm, Paige laughing at the comment.

Caroline added with a smirk. “You guys happy I wasn’t there, huh?”

The pair widened their eyes, their body movements awkward as Caroline relished in the scene unfolding before her.

“It’s not like that, Car,” Azzi dismissed, her cheeks warming up while Paige shook her head.

“Whatever you say, Azzi,” Her roommate winked before resuming casual conversations.

Soon enough, the group of women settled in their seats. KK had arrived just a few minutes after Paige and Azzi did, and everyone was now looking at Aaliyah in anticipation, who stood at the end of the table with a glass of champagne raised up for a toast.

“To my new and old friends and our future moments together. To surviving my twenties and reaching financial stability. And to still be thriving and looking this good even at 40. Cheers!” Aaliyah yelled.

“Cheers!” Everyone chimed in, clinking their glasses together.

The evening went by quickly, every person full of food and alcohol as they continued to share stories and complain about adulthood, accompanied by bursts of laughter and sarcastic commentaries.

Paige was the only one completely sober, taking only small sips of her first glass while everyone was on their third, always managing to enjoy the company.

As the conversations continued naturally, the topic of love life was explored.

“And that’s why I’m so glad I’m single,” KK grimaced as Nika finished complaining about yet another incident with her boyfriend.

“So, who else here is off the market now? Oh, still just me and Nika?” Aaliyah was surprised to see Mühl’s one hand raised.

In the silence, Edwards contorted her face in confusion, her eyes darting to Paige and Azzi who were sitting next to each other.

“But I thought- nevermind,” Aaliyah shook her head as the pair shifted in their seats.

KK ‘s interest was piqued, eye’s half opened. “No, no, wait. I do apologise if I have to ask this, but is there something going on between y’all or have I been hallucinating it the past couple weeks?

Nika agreed. “I’ve been dying to know, lowkey. I mean, we’ve all had our moments and I’d like to believe we’ve outgrown judging inner circle relationships, anyways. So forgive me for being this curious, but what’s going on here?”

Paige and Azzi could only glance at each other in nervousness, pursing their lips together as they waited for each other to see who would answer first.

“Uh,” Azzi started, looking at her plate. “There’s…there’s no label”.

Paige nodded slowly, also staring at her own plate.

“Huh,” Kayla, in a half-drunken state, chimed in amusement. “That’s better than nothing.”

A chorus of agreeing hums buzzed across, the girls looking almost half dead at this point to give a much more enthusiastic response.

“The problem now is whose side we’re picking if things don’t pan out,” Nika questioned absentmindedly.

“Not you tryna instigate a civil war right now,” Caroline laughed, causing the rest to follow suit.

“I’m going with Paige. At least she can cook me a nice meal,” Aaliyah reasoned.

A mixed roar of agreements and disagreements erupted as they tried to rationalise their decisions. Then the conversation started shifting between random topics again and they suddenly landed on conspiracy theories on how the Pyramids of Giza were really built.

Amidst the chaos, the pair just exchanged quick glances at each other, sometimes sharing a small smile or a soft laugh.

It was past 2 am when the Edwards headquarters grew completely silent, except for the soft sounds of a random movie playing on the TV. Nika’s boyfriend had picked her up and KK had ubered home, Kayla and Caroline decided to stay overnight to help clean up after whatever time they wake up, leaving just Paige and Azzi as the last people to leave.

Paige decided it would be safer for Azzi to return to the blonde’s place since she’d be more familiar knowing where things are in case Azzi needed anything. Even though the curly brunette wasn’t as knocked out as the rest of her friends, she knew it’s better to be safe than sorry.

But, also, it wasn’t like she’d blatantly admit that she wanted to go back to Paige’s place knowing it’d be just the two of them alone again.

After Paige carried Azzi bridal style into her bedroom, she gently laid her on her bed before pulling the covers over her to keep her warm. Just as Paige was about to leave to the living room where she decided she’d sleep on her sofa for the night, she felt a tight grip on her wrist.

“Who said you can leave?” Azzi croaked, her voice hoarse.

“Just thought you needed your space for tonight,” Paige reasoned, looking softly at the woman below.

“You’re sleeping on your bed,” the brunette demanded, tugging her wrist towards her.

“Okay, princess,” Paige smiled as she crawled into the space next to Azzi, settling in her spot before pulling the covers over them both.

Azzi shifted her body so she could nuzzle her head into the crook of Paige’s neck, kissing it a couple times making Paige sigh from the feeling.

“You’re telling me you were sober enough to walk yourself to my apartment?” Paige teased in a whisper, poking at Azzi’s cheeks.

Azzi smiled. “I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be carried bridal style. By you. Twice”.

A light laugh escaped through Paige’s mouth before she looked down at the sleepy woman in her arms, who was staring at her with half-opened eyes.

“So no label, huh?” Paige mumbled.

Azzi faintly smiled. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it”.

“You know, for a second, I thought you were gonna say friends with benefits”

“Oh my god. No. That sounds way too immature. Or I dunno. I panicked”

“Yeah, they put us on the spot real bad. I can’t blame them, you make it way too obvious,” Paige smirked.

“Me? Obvious? Who’s the one consistently lingering around my classroom door like a lost puppy?”

“Don’t act like you don’t get excited every time I pop up. Your kids are starting to notice, by the way”

Azzi could only groan in defeat as Paige laughed. Then they went silent again.

Paige stared down at Azzi’s lips, always drawn to them. But she didn’t move this time, just licked her own lips as her eyes darted back at Azzi’s.

“If you wanna kiss me goodnight, just do it,” Azzi whispered casually.

“I’ll kiss you, but I don’t wanna say goodnight just yet,” Paige hummed.

A small air escaped through Azzi’s nose before pushing herself up so she could hover over Paige. Straddling her hips, Azzi leaned down and gave the blonde a slow, passionate kiss under the covers.

—

It was another gruelling Monday, several slow and heavy steps dragged across the school hallways, the kids half awake trodding towards the gym for morning assembly.

“Man Big G makes the slowest announcements. Let’s skip, man,” a young boy whispered to his friend before tugging on his arm with an intent to sneak out from the crowd into their classroom.

But before they could move, the boy felt a strong flick on the back of his head.

“Ow, what the fu-“

“Language, James,” a stern voice warned. Bueckers was towering over them, her hands turning the two boys back to walk with the crowd as they groaned in annoyance.

Beside Paige was Azzi, who struggled to stifle a laugh, amused at how quick the blond reacted.

“The lack of discipline here, jeez,” she muttered to herself as Azzi continued to smile at her.

When the crowd took their seats, the teachers noticed a new face sitting behind Principal Auriemma. Curious, they all looked at each other before they heard that all-too-familiar voice catch their attention.

“Good morning, Moore. I’ll just start off with our only announcement for the morning before we begin our day. As you all know, Mrs. Bettencourt will be missing the remaining half of this month and the entirety of November with maternity leave. So, behind me is a new face who will be temporarily covering for your music lessons before her return. Moore is happy to welcome, Ms. Rae Burrell, as our new faculty member until December”

A chorus of quiet applause filled the gym as Ms. Burrell stood up, lifting her hand to wave while a sheepish small formed on her face.

She was quite tall, light-skinned with natural curls falling perfectly on her shoulders, her outfit nothing out of the ordinary. She looked reserved, but seemed to be friendly. One would even mistaken her for a supermodel.

In a blink of an eye, Principal Auriemma dismissed the assembly and the crowd began to disperse. As the usual duo was about to head out, they jolted after hearing the old man call out for Paige to come towards the stage. The blonde gave Azzi one last look before heading off. Azzi continued to stare curiously, putting her observation skills to use.

It looked like Principal Auriemma had introduced the blonde to Ms. Burrell, the teachers shaking hands before they focused their attention back to the old man. Azzi couldn’t make out the rest, but before the gym was out of sight, she saw the pair of teachers walk out together with a smile, already chatting about something.

Several ideas ran through Azzi’s head within the span of seeing their interaction, it was hard to pinpoint exactly one thought. As she tried to process everything, Azzi felt a nudge on her arm.

“She’s pretty,” Nika expressed.

“Yeah, she really is,” Azzi answered dryly.

As soon as lunchtime rolled in, Azzi made her way into the teacher’s lounge when she caught two figures in her peripherals sitting at the girls’ usual spot. With a quick glance, she recognised it was Paige and Ms. Burrell, who were seen talking casually, smiling at each other with a fews laughs.

As Azzi turned away to heat up her lunch, she couldn’t help but bite on her inner cheeks. If she were to admit one thing, she knew she wasn’t too keen seeing Paige chat with another woman. However, how was this any different to when Paige first talked to Nika? Or Aaliyah? Why does this make Azzi feel more unsettled? Even if she was a little jealous, she knew herself that there was nothing official between her and Paige, no labels.

While the curly brunette was gathering her thoughts, her lunch had finished heating up and the next thing she had to do was sit at the table. With no time to waste, Azzi walked cautiously towards the pair, not wanting to interrupt their deep conversation they looked fully engrossed in.

Before Azzi could sit down, Paige sensed her, turning her head with a bright smile when she realised who it was.

“Hey, Az! You won’t believe it, but Rae just told me that she’s Inês’ cousin. And that she can play the drums. You think Inês could be completely replaced?” Paige shared jokingly, the woman beside her laughing.

Azzi raised her brows in amusement. “Wow, the one instrument she’s been trying to play, yet still sucks at? Don’t tell her I said that”.

“I’ve teased her about it way more times than you’d think,” Rae laughed again before looking at Azzi. “Azzi, right? Paige showed me around your classroom this morning on your free period. You designed it so beautifully. She said I could draw inspiration from it. You just have such raw, creative talent. It’s incredible!”

Azzi felt relieved. “Aw, thanks, Rae. I haven’t heard you sing, but I’m sure you have crazy talent yourself. So, how’d your first class go? ”

Rae gave an animated expression of uncertainty accompanied by a big shrug. “They have…passion. It’ll definitely take a few more practices, but I’m determined they’ll be ready by December. Don’t worry”.

Paige laughed at her response, while Azzi chuckled.

“Thanks for showing me around, by the way. You’re actually pretty funny,” Rae turned to Paige, who smiled in appreciation.

“My pleasure. I’m surprised you were able to catch up to me at the end. I thought I could tire you out,” the blonde expressed playfully, causing the taller woman to erupt in laughter.

“Oh ye with little faith. I dunno if you haven’t noticed, but I’ve got quite long legs, so,” Rae played along making Paige chuckle.

“Aight, no need to show off,” the blonde scoffed. The taller woman noticeably leaned closer to Paige as she laughed once again, her eyes never leaving her.

Azzi could only laugh awkwardly while the pair shared the moment together.

The rest of the teachers joined in moments later, introducing themselves and giving Rae a warm welcome. While everyone was busy talking, Azzi couldn’t help but glance at Paige randomly, noticing how her attention was mostly at the new teacher, trying to talk to her when she could.

Azzi knew there was no one to blame for her suspicions but herself. Rae was new and had a bubbly aura that can intrigue people, it’s no doubt someone like Paige could be drawn to her. After all, there were no strings attached between them.

Before Azzi began to feel disappointed in herself, she felt a sensation rub against her calf. She was immediately drawn away from her thoughts as her head turned to Paige, who was giving her a small nod asking if she was okay. Azzi nodded back, giving a faint smile before immersing herself back into the teachers’ conversations.

Several periods later and the relieving sound of the final bell ringing, Fudd was left alone in her empty classroom after the last student had filed out. Busying herself with her papers, she couldn’t help but realise a particular blonde wasn’t at her usual place by the door with an eager expression ready to leave the building. Curious, Azzi left her class after organising the papers in her bag, and walked towards the gym where she would usually expect Paige to be.

Just as she was about to turn towards the entrance, she heard that same laugh from lunch again. She paused, peeking out her head by the edge of the wall to not be seen.

There stood Rae. And next to her was Paige. The pair seemed to be cleaning up some of the equipment left in the gym, sharing what seemed to be a playful conversation as Paige had a funny grin on her face.

Azzi’s heart raced, the sight before her twisting her stomach. The last time a teacher went out of their way to help Paige at the end of school was Azzi herself, to which the blonde declined later on. The reason being that she didn’t want Azzi to ‘overtire herself after a long day of work’. Which Fudd appreciated. But for some reason, the scene in front of her compelled Azzi to want to ask Paige to take her words back, to offer to spend more time together.

Before her thoughts could spiral, Azzi shook her head.

This is ridiculous. We’re not even dating, she thought.

The curly brunette turned her heel immediately, making her way out of school with a troubled feeling on her chest.

—

Later that night

[8:10] Paige: Hey, this yours? 😂 (Image attached)

Azzi’s phone buzzed with a message from Paige, attached to it was a picture of Azzi’s pink bonnet on her bed.

[8:11] Azzi: I knew that’s where I left it. Sorry. You mind bringing it tomorrow?

[8:11] Paige: Or I could drive to yours now?

[8:12] Azzi: But it’s easier if you bring it tomorrow

There was no response immediately after. Azzi was deflated, regretful at how bluntly she responded, acting before she could think. She had lightly flung her phone next to her face where she laid in bed, the scenes of Paige and Rae from this afternoon still replaying on her mind.

Ding

As Azzi looked at her phone screen, she could hear her own heart thudding within the quietness of her dark room.

[8:15] Paige: What if I just wanted to see you?

Azzi chewed on her lip. Usually, she could easily snap back with a flirtatious remark or lame joke, but this time her thoughts raced. Who would’ve thought one person could alter Azzi’s perception of her relationship with Paige.

In her clouded judgement, the curly brunette thought of no reason for Paige to be this committed to seeing her this late.

[8:18] Azzi: I’ll see you tomorrow

—

The next morning

Tranquility loomed over Azzi’s middle school classroom where she decided to stay during her free period instead of sitting at the teacher’s lounge like she usually does. Immersed in her lesson planner, she heard a faint sound on the door.

Knock, knock

The curly brunette looked up to find Paige, who was standing there with her hands behind her back. Azzi withdrew from her desk, shaking her head with a small smirk as Paige stepped towards her.

“Delivery for Miss Azeray Jazlyn Fudd?” the blonde said in a low, animated tone.

“That’s me,” she played along, standing up to face Paige who was now less than arms’ reach.

They stood there staring at each other with a playful tint in their eyes, Paige unable to control a ridiculous grin on her face. Soon enough, she lifted one of Azzi’s arms and placed her pink bonnet on her hand.

“Thanks, Paige,” Azzi responded before looking down at her bonnet and fiddling with it in silence.

“You good?” Paige rubbed on the same arm with a small concern etched on her face.

Azzi was expressionless when she lifted her head, staring momentarily to gather her thoughts before briefly smiling. “Of course”.

“You know, it’s hard to tell emotions on text sometimes. I’d rather talk to you face-to-face,” Paige smiled.

Azzi’s expression immediately turned to guilt. “I’m sorry”.

“For what?” Paige contorted her face in confusion.

“I dunno. For coming off dry. I guess it’s gotten a bit much trying to catch up with the high schoolers’ art lessons, they’ve got a ton to work on and some of them have been neglecting their assignments, so now I have to go extra hard on them,” Azzi sighed, only partially lying.

“My door is always open if you need somewhere to escape. Consider my home your third space,” Paige consoled here.

Azzi chuckled. “I appreciate that”.

“I’ll sit here with you while you do your work. Just until your period ends,” Paige suggested, already taking her seat on the small chair closest to the front.

Azzi stared in disbelief as she watched Paige already making herself feel at home. Sighing in defeat, the curly brunette sat back down, resuming her work in comfort.

—

A week had gone by and nothing out of the ordinary at Moore had occurred. If anything, Ms. Burrell was beginning to settle well, getting along with the teachers and finally remembering where the entrance to the teacher’s lounge was. Surprisingly, she had spent a lot more time with Paige, who always found herself drawn to the piano in Moore’s music class, but was never allowed to touch it. Now that Rae had control over the classroom, her more lenient and personable attitude didn’t scare Paige away, compared to Inês, who always scolded Paige for doing so.

Between finalising the arrangements for the Winter recital and seeing a positive progression with the kids’ vocal capabilities, Rae communicated with Azzi regarding the sets in adjunction with the songs being that Fudd was completely in charge of the background props this year.

Right after Rae’s class had ended, she heard a slight knock on her door.

“Ms. Fudd!” she beamed towards the door as a small head peeked out.

“You needed to see me?” Fudd approached the taller woman who was rearranging the chairs for her next class.

“Yes! Just about the recital. I made some changes, but hopefully it’s nothing major at all. The kids were pleading to put in a Frozen song, so I decided to swap ‘It’s The Most Wonderful Time of The Year’ with ‘Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?” Rae explained.

“No way. I love Frozen, but ‘It’s The Most Wonderful Time of The Year’ is a classic,” Azzi replied, shocked.

“That’s what I’m saying! But if it’s what the kids want, it’s what they’ll have. Spare me the trouble,” Burrell rambled.

“Good thinking,” Azzi commentated.

Rae continued. “But that would also mean swapping the jazz section with the pop section. So, what I’m trying to say is that the last two sets are swapped and we probably need a snowman prop now”.

Azzi laughed, looking at the disgruntled teacher. “Damn, I was really hoping we were successful at avoiding songs involving a snowman. Our ol’ Frosty from last year is straight beaten up.”

“I’m sorry, Azzi. I tried. Like, really tried,” Rae apologised.

“No, I get it. It’s fine. Nothing I can’t handle,” Azzi reassured.

A brief silence filled the room before Rae fully turned to Azzi, the chair arrangements done.

“I do wanna ask one random, silly question, though,” Rae asked shyly.

Azzi slightly furrowed her brows, her head tilting as an answer.

“Do you know if Paige is single?”

Right after hearing the question, Azzi‘s breath hitched. She froze, expressionless.

“W-why ask me?” Azzi could only breathe out.

“Oh, it’s just ‘cause you guys seem really close, so I was hoping you'd be the best person to ask. U-unless I got it all wrong and you both are dating! Then, I totally respect it and won’t pay any mind to it, at all!” Rae defended, her mannerisms awkward.

Azzi shuffled slightly in her feet, her thoughts were trying to gather an answer she’d like to say before replying. When Azzi had thought about the term ‘no label’, there isn’t technically a restriction for the persons involved to see other people. It’s a no strings attached, non-committal, casual relationship. The pair aren’t officially dating, despite having a specially intimate bond the past two months, so there’s no reason for anyone to claim one another. And that is what Azzi decided.

“She’s…single,” Azzi hesitated.

“Hmm, so she’s definitely not seeing anyone?” Rae tried to confirm.

“You can ask her that,” Azzi replied, now unsure herself.

“Whew. Okay, thanks, Azzi,” the taller woman sighed a breath of relief, still shaken from her first question.

“You planning on asking her out?” Azzi asked curiously.

“Maybe? We only just met. I guess I’ll try to…suss her out or something,” Rae mumbled the last sentence, her shyness resurfacing.

Azzi took a deep breath before smiling. “All the best with that”.

Burrell gave her a sheepish smile before Azzi turned to leave the classroom.

As Azzi walked further away, her spirits were somewhat dampened and her heart grew heavier with each step.

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˳ ･ׅ ⠀⠀ . ﾟ* 𑙕 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׁ𐄙transcripts from police calls about columbine

F.B.I. report excerpt about the Library 911 call:

"On April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold shot and killed twelve students and one teacher at Columbine High School Littleton, Colorado. During the incident, teacher Patty Nielson placed a call to 911 Emergency. Neilson was in the library when she placed the call. The 911 operator answered the call stating "911" at 11:27:47 a.m. The phone call lasted 26 minutes. During the call, noises including gunshots, explosions, screaming, and yelling can be heard. The initial backround noises heard come from the hallway just outside of the library. Four minutes and ten seconds into the call, Harris and Klebold entered the Library and begin shooting. They left the Library eleven minutes and forty-five minutes into the call. The remaining gunshots and explosions heard on the tape occur in the Cafeteria, Science classroom area or the hallways of the school."

Eric - "Get up!"

Dylan - "GET UP!"

Eric - "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"

Dylan - "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"

Dylan - "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"

Eric - "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)

Dylan - (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!"

Patti Nielson - "our father.. who art in heaven... hallowed be thy name" Dispatcher - "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"

Nielson - "They're in here... they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)

Eric - (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"

Dylan - "WOO!"

Kasey Ruegsegger - (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"

Eric - "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound."

Dylan - (laughing hysterically)

Eric - "peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)

Dylan - (shoots Ireland) "Die! …..down on the floor!"

Dylan - "REB?"

Eric - "Yeah?"

Dylan - "hey, man... there's a [ n word w/ the hard r] over here."

Eric - "shoot him."

Dylan - "SHIT YEAH!"

Shoels - "no…no…no.mom!"

(shoels and kechter killed)

(C02 bomb detonates)

Valeen Schnurr - "oh my god... help me..."

Eric - "do you believe in god?"

Valeen - "no. yes..."

Dylan - "Why?"

Eric - "God is gay."

John Tomlin - "Don't... done enough?"

(shots fired)

Dylan - "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)

Eric - "nice glasses" (shots fired... sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again, Mauser killed)

Dylan - "was he trying to jump you?"

Eric - "yeah"

(shots fired... DePooter killed)

Dylan - "Look what we have here..."

Eric - "What?"

Dylan - "just some fat fuck"

Dylan - "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Evan Todd - "I don't want to get into trouble."

Dylan - "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."

Evan Todd - "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..."

Dylan - "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want."

Eric - "Let's go to the commons"

Dylan - "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)

Dylan - "Reb, ya ready?"

Dispatcher - "Columbine Senior High School. There's been a shooting. There's a female in the south parking lot. OK, I'm sorry, can you tell me where she is?"

Student - "She's in the south parking lot on the lower parking lot."

Dispatcher - "She's in the parking lot, the lower one?"

Student - "Right, toward the east end of that parking lot .... I just saw everyone running. I just saw the smoke."

Dispatcher - "OK. We had a report of explosions down there. Is there a car fire or anything?

Student - "People are saying there's a gun."

Dispatcher - "Do you know if anyone was carrying a weapon out there?"

Student - "No, I do not. There's like smoke going off in the parking lot right now. There are loud noises. I'm not sure exactly. A cop is pulling up."

Dispatcher - "Can you direct them?"

Student - "No, but they're going in the right direction. People are running out of the school like mad right now."

Dispatcher - "Where is the female ... is she still in that south parking lot?"

Student - "I can't see her anymore. I ran to the phone."

Dispatcher - "Can you see anything else?"

Student - "A lot of people are at the front of the parking lot and they're running out."

Dispatcher - "When the kids came out of the school, which direction were they going?"

Student - "They went down towards the street."

Dispatcher - "What part is this? Is it like the gym area, the cafeteria or just classrooms?"

Student - "They're coming from like the commons, the lunch area right now."

Dispatcher - "The commons area?

Student: Everyone's running and I'm still standing here."

Dispatcher - "You're out of the way of danger, aren't you?"

Student - "I believe so, I don't know."

Dispatcher - "Do you mind if I keep you on the phone here so you can tell me if anything else is going on there?"

Student - "I think the fire alarm is going off right now. Yeah, the fire alarm is going off."

Dispatcher - "...Shots fired at Columbine High School, 6201 South Pierce, possibly the south lower lots toward the east end. One female is down"

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "71"

Deputy Neil Gardner - "Shots in the building. I need somebody in the south lot with me."

Dispatcher - "MC-2's in the area."

Dispatcher - "140 enroute. 11:26" (dispatcher gives time of broadcast).

[unintelligible field radio with siren in background]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "11:26"

[unintelligible, officers acknowledging their response]

Deputy Neil Gardner - "Several shots. Code 33."

Dispatcher - "71. Several shots fired. Columbine High School. Use caution...."

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "You were covered."

[unintelligible field unit]

Dispatcher - "Copy. Attention. All units, there's a code three on this channel. For the officers at Columbine High. Take your traffic to channel two...."

[unintelligible field unit]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "11:27"

Officer - "41"

Dispatcher - "41"

Officer - "Yeah, the alarm's OK. Enroute down to Columbine."

Dispatcher - "11:27"

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "71 requested assistance at the south lower lot."

Officer - "At the lot?"

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "at the lot. That's where we had the female down.... [unintelligible] 127 [unintelligible]"

Officer - "OK ... We've got the pupils leaving the grounds."

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "I have report of possible grenades in the school."

Officer: "147"

Dispatcher: "147"

Officer: [unintelligible] "teacher thinks somebody is in the school with a gun."

Dispatcher - "Report units of possible parties inside the school with weapons. Also we have reports from outside the school that possibly grenades are being thrown from the roof of the school."

Officer - "27. I'm set up on Pierce at the, uh, south side lot."

Dispatcher - Pierce south side of the lot.... [unintelligible]

Officer - "44. I'll be set up on the west side of the back of the school, by the ball field."

Officer - "MC-2. I've got the west side by the ball field. Supposedly they're in black trench coats."

Dispatcher - "MC-2. West side by the ball fields, parties in trench coats, possibly has a shotgun."

Officer - [unintelligible] "copy."

Officer - [unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "Last unit"

Deputy Neil Gardner - "71"

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auggieblogs · 2 years ago

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Love grows | Lando Norris Instagram au

Lando Norris x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Lando and his girlfriend are disgustingly in love (and they are making it everyone's problem)

Author's note: Hello, beautiful people. Hope you all are having a good day/night!!! If you can't tell already I am hopelessly, completely and irretrievably in love with Lando and yes everyone has to hear about it (forgive me for I am insuffreable). Anyways, happy reading<3

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

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judesdrabbles · 5 months ago

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The Cure (part 1)

Hello everyone, this will be the first part in my series ‘The Cure’, featuring my oc Vincent. This fic is quite slow, since I want everything to go quite gradually. I hope you guys enjoy. <3

yan!psychiatrist x reader

PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

word count: 1K

warnings: reader is afab, obsessive tendencies, reader has anxiety, Vincent is extremely apathetic here

Pens were portrayed in a neat line on his desk, next to his patients files and some square glasses. They were clean. Polished. Just how he liked it.

People always find things to obsess over. It’s only natural. Otherwise, you’ll get bored. Silly teenage girls and their crushes on fictional characters. The insecure male finding validation in the stock market. The lonely, middle aged woman and her fascination with her neighbor. The old man and his collection of train models. Obsession was the thread that tied humanity together.

Vincent understood this better than most. If obsession were an art, he would be its most devoted patron.

There was never a quick spark of interest for him. There had never been a ‘phase’ of anything. Because if he was interested in something, he would become consumed by it. Wanted to know everything about it until it’s laid bare, plucked dry of everything it once contained. He wanted to know, to understand.

Nothing is casual for Vincent.

That said, not much interested him either.

‘Um.. sir?’

The man, who is supposed to be your new psychiatrist, seemed to jump up from his thoughts and glances over at you. You were standing hesitatingly in the doorway.

‘I’m sorry, but patients are supposed to be waiting in the waiting room.’ The man says curtly. His dark eyes seemed to flash in annoyance.

‘Oh- Yeah, I know.’ You say, laughing nervously. ‘But I had an appointment at five, you see? It’s already thirty minutes past..’ You stay quiet for a bit. ‘And, uh, your door was open..’

The man looks over at a watch on his wrist. She was right. It was already 5.30. How could he be so careless? He gently takes the glasses from his desk and puts them onto his nose. He clears his throat and walks over to you.

‘Forgive me, Miss..?’

‘Y/N.’ You answer, pressing your lips together. ‘I hope those 30 minutes don’t get charged.’

He shakes your hand and a small smile forms on his lips. It was a cold smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. ‘Dr. Vincent, pleasure. And no, of course not, I’ll make sure of it.’ He gestures to a seat on the opposite side of his desk. ‘You can sit there, if you’d like. Or you can sit on the couch, if you’re more comfortable there.’

The office of Dr. Vincent was .. lavish. Only one glance and you could see that this guy had some money, were it to be for either the polished leather chairs, the hard wooden floors or the tall book shelves that covered the walls. And everything was neat. Almost too neat. It made you feel bad for coming in here with your normal sneakers and clothes instead of dressed up in a formal dress and heels. Especially since the psychiatrist himself seemed to dress impeccably, too.

‘I’ll sit on the chair, thanks.’ You say as you sit down. ‘It’s a nice office you have here.’

Dr. Vincent rubbed his hand on his suit, as if he just touched something dirty, and sat down opposite of you. ‘Thank you, Y/N.’ He answered. ‘Now.. it was a few days ago that I got your file in. I understand that you were referred to me since your old psychiatrist retired, hm?’

You nod. She had been such a sweetheart. You almost wanted to quit therapy all together when you heard she would retire. But she got a replacement. A new psychiatrist, moved from another town.

‘Yeah. We don’t have a lot of therapists or psychiatrists here, so I was genuinely shocked when they said there was a replacement.’

Dr. Vincent chuckles. He had his hand neatly folded in his lap, all the while looking at you. There was a slight flush on your cheeks. Nervousness? You didn’t seem nervous. Or were you good at hiding it?

‘Tell me what you worked trough with your previous therapist, Y/N.’

Dr. Vincent’s stiffness made you a little uncomfortable, and he seemed to notice that. He smiled reassuringly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes again. Was he bored?

‘We worked trough my anxiety.’ You say, looking past him since his dark eyes seemed to pierce trough you. ‘Social.. situations and stuff. How I can handle it.’

Dr. Vincents eyes seemed to light up with newfound interest. ‘Right. Did you feel like you made progress?’

‘I mean, I am here, talking to you, a stranger. That’s something; right?’

He nodded, though his thoughts began to stray. He didn’t get many patients in his old city. And the ones that did come, were boring. They were like the wallpaper in his office. Unremarkable- fading into the background of his mind.

Again, nothing really interested him. Not the common patient that came in with relationship problems. Not the grieving mother. No, he didn’t worry one hair on his head about it. The pens on his desk interested him more.

‘Seemed like you made some good progress, then. I hope I can become more for you than just a stranger, though. Otherwise these sessions might prove challenging.’ He says.

You chuckle softly. ‘Time will tell. Need to decide if I like you or not.’

Dr. Vincent’s eyebrow raises. A sudden spark in his eyes appeared, again.

There was something about you.

Something that intrigued him.

‘I’m sorry, it was a joke.’ You say awkwardly when he doesn’t respond. He just chuckles.

‘I’m not offended, don’t worry.’ He remarks, his voice low and measured. ‘In fact, I value honesty. So, please, tell me more, Y/N..’

#yandere #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere doctor #yandere character #yandere imagines #vince my oc

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dipperpepper77 · 23 days ago

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The Good Timeline

Dipper Delusions

Tags: FLUFF. Another lifetime AU.

Sylus: The cigarette that perched on his lips was roughly taken away. He already knew who it was, your scent lodged in his bones. "Dear? I said I'd quit after this case..." It only earned him a peck on the lips- "and... your spouse said now." You showed him the sparkling ring on your finger. The usual banter leaving smile lines on your faces. The promise of showing how great of a life you two had in the future when you're old and gray.

Sylus worked as a detective in the Red light district. Meeting his beautiful spouse on a particularly rough day. He went over files as Luke and Kieran called from University. Sylus made it a point to send the twins to pursue education this time around. "Yeah... I can see the notes you're writing. Luke... didn't I say to work on your penmanship? Kieran isn't absolved from this too. You're assignment was late. I spoke to your professor." He felt a soft tap. Seeing your eyes looking down on him, lips pursed to ask a question. "I have no interest in solicitation." He reaches for his wallet. "Solicitation? I... you're hiring for an assistant position..." His face went red. "Oh... yeah. I am". The rest was history.

Your fingers scooped some gel. Applying it evenly in thin coats to slick his hair back a bit. Small kisses landed to the back of his neck earning you a hoarse laugh. "My dear assistant is being unprofessional." You rolled your eyes, "Your 'assistant' is the reason you crack as many cases as you do, dear...". He could only laugh. "Noted. My beautiful spouse has a tude this morning. How do we fix it?" A kiss. Two kisses. His tongue dragged on your bottom lip, only to hear the loudest CAW known to man. Mephisto reminding you both that he was in the room. "Right... right. Sorry Mephie." Man... he loved this lifetime.

Rafayel: A paintbrush hurled its way towards Rafayel's head. Who else would he call other than his spouse? The only problem is... are you busy with court? "Love? Are you busy?" You spoke quietly. The halls of the court making your voice echo. "Not really. The judge isn't here but I'm ready to go. What's wrong?" He sighed. "My beautiful and hardworking lawyer. AND WHAT'S WRONG?! A DAMN KID THREW A PAINTBRUSH AT ME". You tried... SO hard to not laugh. Your poor husband isn't having a great first day as a elementary school art teacher.

You came home earlier than him. Preparing dinner, stirring the noodles occasionally when the door opened. There he stood- looking like the loser of a paintball competition. Blue streaks on his cheek, pink on his arm, yellow on his leg, a muddy combination of colors on his hair. He refused to shower alone that afternoon. Your hands threading his strands trying to get the dried paint out. "What would I do without you?" You smiled. Kissing his lips gently. "Crash and burn".

You're about to sleep. His arms wrapped around your waist- as his phone lights up. You hear Grayson, the school principal, yelling. "Rafayel... WHERE DID YOU LEAVE THE PAINTBRUSHES?" You looked at Rafayel. "Raf... you did NOT." His face was beet red. "... I threw them in the lake." Thank goodness that his spouse was a lawyer. This seemed to be a pickle only YOU could get him out of. Your price? He had to clean and cook for the entire month. Which he did gladly. Coming home to see him in a little apron to show off he's committed to this bit.

Xavier: Office romance is REALLY hard to hide. Especially when your husband is so damn clingy. You turned in your cubicle, holding to the arms of your chair to crack your back. "That's not good... I'll crack your back for you at home." He said it SO loud. "Xavier... I'll write you up with HR." It was a tease, more of a 'hey! shut up.' He looked at you with a blank expression. "HR? For cracking my spouse’s back?" Great. Now everyone was buzzing with life. The new thing was your marriage to Xavier.

You both ate in his car- your fingers unwrapping the foil of your burrito. "You did that on purpose didn't you?" He smirked. You feel the disturbance to your spousal instincts. Closing your eyes- you put the pointer and middle finger of both hands to your temple. "If I turn... and you're laughing- I'll tickle you." You opened your eyes to see him opening the driver's side door to run. Thats how you both came to the office with mud stained clothing. Spitting out grass and leaves.

Xavier's favorite threat? "I'm going to cook tonight". That made your face go sheet white. But, you got home a bit after Xavier to see the table prepared with so much food that ACTUALLY looked edible. You sent messages to your loved ones saying your 'I love you's' incase you didn't make it out after dinner. You took a cautious bite... it was REALLY good. After you felt like a stuffed turkey- you went to the kitchen to do the dishes. Seeing empty bags of multiple take out places... right. Of course, you should've known. Your eye twitched. Looking back to see Xavier making a run for it.

Zayne: You did medical research. But, want to know you most reoccurring resource? Your husband. So it's always known... 4pm is when you'll waddle into the hospital. You came a little after 4:30 this day, however. Feeling hands twirl you around to make you face him. "You're late, my brain." You could only smile. "Traffic got really hectic, my hands." The nickname came from an interviewer. Saying that Zayne was the hands on spouse while you were the brain. Your research proposing many alternatives to medicine or explaining the true severity to different diagnosis’.

Your feet laid on Zayne's lap as he rubbed your heels. "I feel like I'm going through a loop. There is proof. I triple checked my statistics, the validity to my claims... hell! I even did a trial myself with my money!." He offered you a listening ear. "So, the problem is that the board isn't listening?" The next week you found the board looking... afraid of you. Signing off on documents to let you propose and do actual research on your claim. You knew in your gut who made it happen... Zayne. He believed in you more than anyone in the world.

At home he held you close to his chest in the bath. "I know what you did. Thank you." You looked up at him, laying your chin on his hard chest. He smiled at you. His eyes looking at you like you were a rare jewel. "Not a problem... not for my brain." The chuckle that left your lips made his heart jumpstart all over again. Your wet hand intertwined in his. "In this life... let's do this everyday." He nods. Kissing the top of your head. "Everyday... I can do that."

Caleb: He married his first love. His childhood best friend. He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You sat between his legs as he combed out your hair, making it neat and presentable for work. "After we land let's go to the breakfast place we saw in Paris?" You nodded gently. Eyes closed in bliss as he took his time. Landing occasional kisses behind your ear. "Lovely... beautiful... all the adjectives to say you look like a dream this morning." You scrunched your nose a bit. "You big sap."

You entered the cockpit to ask him if there would be any delays, per the request of a traveler. He looked up when he saw you. Cue the cheesy husband he was. "Mayday! Mayday! A smoking hottie walking in the cockpit. Evacuate immediately!" You rolled your eyes. "Delays? Traveler is insistent on getting to Paris as quickly as the plane allows us." He shook his head gently. "That information is classified. If only my spouse... gives me five minutes. Then I'll tell you." So there you were. Sat on his lap as he pointed to the different areas of the earth to tell you where was were. He placed a kiss on your lips after five minutes. "No delays. Just a husband wanting to land quickly to take his spouse to tourist spots."

When you got to the hotel in Paris he was all over you. Oiling your scalp like always as he gathered everything you needed for a spa day. Which led to you giving him a well deserved massage for being the worlds best husband. You kissed his cheek. "Remember when we were kids and you peed your pants on a big ride?" Oh that does it... he rolled over. Pinning you to the bed as he tickled you. "You said you'd stop teasing me about that!" You laughed hysterically. "Mercy! Mercy! The oil! Baby!!"

Dip speaks: Thanks for reading! But, next might be ANGST. I'm going to get ya. 🚬 🐺

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themiserablechick · 5 months ago

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Pumpkin

mdni

Age Gap (dbf! Art), degradation, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap.) Arts also kinda pathetic

a/n I have never posted smut on here and this isn’t edited so….also it’s so much longer than the first part I got carried away I guess. If this is bad please tell me. I also have a lot of smut that’s just sitting in my drafts so if y'all want that…

Part 1

Art told everyone he’d sleep in hopefully to avoid your hand sliding down his thigh at breakfast, when he did come down to the breakfast at the hotel everyone was pretty much done eating and you were nowhere in sight. When he asked where you were your mom said that you hadn’t felt well, you’d come down later.

“Oh well I can bring her breakfast,” Art was a stupid man

When he reached your door a breakfast plate in hand and knocked you shouted “Sorry I don’t need house keeping,”

he scoffed “It’s me.”

He heard shuffling and you opened the door in your underwear and a t-shirt. Art cleared his throat

“That’s how you answer the door?”

“It’s you,” you said obviously

“Right well-uh, this is for you.”

You eyed the plate and then him “You brought me breakfast?”

Arts's face feels warm, he feels stupid or like a little kid. He has to remind himself he’s older than you. “I-yeah, your mom said you didn’t feel well.”

“Oh-“ you grab the breakfast plate

“I just wanted to sleep in, maybe sneak off to the pool,” you shrugged and looked back into the now empty suite you shared with his daughter, you turned back squinting at him. “Do you want to come in?”

His face reddens more “oh probably not-“ he saw visions of you wrapped in cigarette smoke enveloped in blue light from the pool “I think they’re waiting-“

You quirk a brow “it’s vacation no ones waiting”

You left the door open and sat on the bed he stood in the hallway for a second before closing the door behind him. He stood a good distance away from the bed like you were contagious

“Good to know you were thinking of me.” He chuckled “oh I wasn’t—“ he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I don’t know why you’re so set on denying yourself pleasure.”

He blushed slightly he felt like a high schooler “Why do you say stuff like that?”

“Because you know it’s true,”

“Your dad is a nice guy you know? He doesn’t deserve-“

“To have such a slut as a daughter?” You cut him off, setting your breakfast plate to the side

“That’s not what I was saying.”

“It’s what you meant.”

He looked down and you got up to stand across from him “why did you come up here?”

He didn’t answer.

You intruded his space your chest bumping his

“Tell me you didn’t come up here to fuck me.”

“Jesus—“ he looked to the side

“Look at me.” He turned his head and your faces were impossibly close. You leaned up to kiss him pressing your lips to his. At first he stood perfectly still his hands at his side but you took his hands in yours and guided them to the plumpness of your ass. He moaned at the feeling of his tongue running at the seam of your lips begging for entrance. His hands slid up to your hips and under your shirt at your waist.

He walked you back till your knees hit the back of the bed and you fell backward. He took off his shirt and you saw a glimpse of his face he looked pathetic like a kicked puppy. You laid back and he climbed between your legs. He kissed you like he hated you really hated you. His pumpkin. A nickname you eventually outgrew. You were born before his daughter 2 years older, and he always considered you as his own. He felt so gross. His hand reached between the two of you his fingers feeling the wet spot on your underwear.

“Are you always this wet?”

He sunk his fingers into you he felt warm,wet and tight, you whimpered at the feeling.

“I’m sorry” he said into your skin, he wasn’t apologizing for making you whimper he was apologizing for being there in the first place, for the hard-on in his pants

“Fuck- I’m sorry” he pumped deeper he moved his head under your jaw “why’d you make me do this??” He reached for the button of his pants shucking them and his boxers off “fuck why’d- you make me do this?” You just laid there unraveling he took his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean like it was nothing

He aligned himself with you and bullied his cock into your tight hole “You’re such a slut,” his hips rocked “making me fuck you.” He talked about you like you had powers beyond him and he couldn’t help himself. You were so warm and you sucked him right in and he couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked his wife.

“M’sorry.” You mewled clinging to him“wanted you so bad.”

It made him think about all the times he’d carried you when you were younger clinging to him— whining when he left

Art pressed his lips to yours urgently, and he reached between the two of you searching to roll your clit between his fingers. You whined and bucked against him he was already coming

“Fuck feel so good, so tight.”he dropped his head to your shoulder he sped up feeling you tighten around him “I’m gonna-fuck” he groaned he tried to pull out but long legs wrapped around his hips

“Want you to come inside.” And just like that he was gone, you felt him come inside you. Warmth spread all over. He still moved his hips urging you to finish and you did not long after. He collapsed on top of you.

After silence he spoke up “I didn’t mean to call you a slut.” He said into your shoulder

“I know.” You ran a hair through blonde hair

He leaned up and kissed your head “Love you pumpkin.”

#art donaldson #family friend art???#art donalson x reader #art donaldson smut #dbf!art??#challengers x reader #challengers

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starxanemone · 9 months ago

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꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ FROM DUST TO DUST

michael kaiser x gender neutral!reader

you liked to see him crumble—from dust to dust.

warnings ! mdni ! sexual content — sub! brat!kaiser, dom!reader, praise kink, cock sucking, handjob, teasing and denial. also slight character exploration based on his backstory.

note — as a femdom, i am a firm and avid fan of the idea of submissive kaiser. oliver aiku is my next target. also, sorry this took a while : ( i'm busy with uni.

From dust to dust; there is nothing more beautiful than to view the evolution of things. A being grows—all supple skin and flesh and fragile bones—from a mere zygote, born from the fusion of sperm and egg.

And you think that man goes through the same cycle again and again throughout their life. From learning how to stand on one’s feet to no longer being able to do so. From seeking to finding, then to seeking again. From exalted kings to abdicated ones. All from different facets of the humans of society; they go back to their roots, ultimately. From dust to dust.

Michael Kaiser is nothing more than a mere cog born to inevitably contribute and connect with society that is just like him. Yes, by the gods, he was birthed, chosen to be an emperor, and how ethereal he truly is as he devours and rules lowly humans that grovel underneath him. No mercy was shown to anyone that attempted to overthrow his position, and not a simple glimpse was spared for those who raved on about the ‘impossible.’

He was arrogant and his mouth never knew when to stop running. But he would get what he deserves. Just like all the kings and queens, and emperors and empresses that stood before his rule.

They all fall down.

From dust to dust.

“Now, now… quiet down, liebling.” You hum, pressing your right hand tightly over his swollen pink lips. You know he loves it when you call him that, especially with the way his hard-on presses against your knee. He thrashes a little underneath you with his cheeks, ears, and exposed neck all tinted in pinkish and red hues.

You like to think that he looks like a work of art when he is like this. Not when he is in his most glorious state, but when he looks human in their rawest form. All supple skin and flesh ( you’d like to paint with your lips ) and fragile bones ( you’d like to caress ).

You pull downwards, cat-like eyes gazing intently into his half-lidded ones as you hover your face over his sweatpants. You press your cheek right against it teasingly, smiling a little in amusement when he glares down at you.

“Kitty’s got bite, hm?” You chuckle, rubbing your cheek against his crotch, feeling his cock twitch underneath the fabric as you massage his hips with your fingers.

“S-Shut up, a-ah—”

He spits out his words, though you get the feeling that it’s not as angry as he would have liked it to sound, especially with the way he holds back his moan and breathes heavily towards the end.

“Oh,” You pout mockingly. “But you wouldn’t be in this position if you weren’t being such a slut earlier. Like, seriously, making out with me in front of everyone and leaving a hickey on my neck where everyone could see? All because you were jealous of sweet little Yoichi?”

“S-Stop,” He rasps out, bringing his hands down to cup your cheeks to lift it up from his clothed cock.

You can tell that he’s irked with the way you call his rival ‘sweet.’ Your smile softens and you pull yourself up to plant your chin against his chest.

“Why are you so envious, mein schatz?” You bring your hand up, thumbing against his pink bottom lip. You watch in fascination as you press on the soft skin, nail biting onto the flesh, leaving a small crescent in its wake.

His lips part and you grin lazily, slipping your finger into his mouth to touch the wet muscle. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tongue runs over the tip of your finger, brushing over your nail before his mouth closes around it entirely.

You bring your other palm up to cup the side of his cheek as you sit up on his abdomen again. His electro-blue irises and sharp ebony pupils swallow you entirely as he sucks and licks on your finger willingly.

Oh how you loved seeing him crumble like this. All of his wits and pride dispersed with a flick of your fingers. You who have given him the feeling of something new—something so incredibly yet not supposed to be foreign for any living human. An emotion that he could only utter as a wistful wish underneath the eyes of the constellations.

Love. So this is love.

You pull your finger back, chuckling a little as he lifts his head up to chase for the sensation between his lips again before dropping his head back down upon realizing his actions. His cheeks are flushed cherry red and his brows are furrowed as if his senses had come back, and you know that he is beating himself up over the constant lapses of weakness before the gaze of someone else. But you don’t care about that.

It was never a weakness to choose to open up oneself to somebody.

You cup his cheek, firmly this time.

“Why are you always so envious? Tell me.”

But he was a stubborn one.

He keeps his lips pressed firmly, glaring up at you in a disobeying manner. It doesn’t look very intimidating with his black cotton shirt half-way lifted up on his upper body, his hair scattered around his head like a makeshift blue pearlescent crown, and the cute little wet patch marking his grey sweatpants.

“Not talking, hm? Okay, then. Fine. We’ll do it your way.” You hum in amusement before you’re snaking back down onto his hips.

In a split second, you grasp the garter of his sweatpants and pull it down, wordlessly gazing at the way his curved cock slaps at the skin below his belly button.

He hisses, “W-What are you—”

“Shut up. Don’t talk.” You murmur before dipping your head down to lick at the pinkish tip. It was already oozing with precum, bubbling and dripping down against the length of his cock, tracing a vein.

“F-Fuck—” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillows.

You pull your lips away from his cock and strike your palm against his inner thigh, leaving a red mark though not enough to cause any significant pain.

Nevertheless, he hisses, eyes widening in shock. “Why did you—”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” Your hands smooth over the spot you had just hit before traveling north once more. When your hands reach its destination, you blink when you hear a silent whine leave his mouth.

“Please…” You hear him mumble and your gaze flickers upwards, seeing his disheveled state. Eyes half lidded with his soft lashes pointing southwards, cheeks turning a shade darker than it was previously.

His hips twitch upwards and your gaze softens.

“Okay,” You breathe out. “Okay.”

You have to admit. You cave in way too fast.

You place your hands on the sides of his bare hips, squeezing as you lick your tongue flat across the length of his cock, stopping near the tip. You keep your eyes trained on him and his gaze on yours, brows furrowed over.

You brush your tongue repeatedly against the underside of his pink tip—now all shiny underneath the fluorescent lights of your shared apartment from the mixture of precum and your saliva. His hips twitch and you immediately hold it down, digging your fingers against his skin, leaving marks on the flesh.

“P-Please,” He groans quietly, eyes closing. “Give me more, liebling. Please.”

“Hm?” You hum, tongue toying with his tip. The little crevice is soft and smooth against your touch, now all sensitive. You press your tongue against the underside of it harder before taking just the tip inside your mouth. Your fingers trace against the veins protruding the length of his cock teasingly. “But you haven’t— haven’t answered my question yet.”

You suck on his tip lightly, just enough to have his stomach and shoulders twitching, and hips buck between your hold.

“I-I want you to look at me!” He groans, body twitching when you trace your tongue with more pressure against his length repeatedly, humming a little as you listen to him speak. “I w-want you to look at me only and not that worthless, pathetic man. H-He won’t serve you half as good as I do. He can’t. I want you to love me, and me only.”

You pull away momentarily, chuckling at his uncharacteristic honesty. He whines at the sudden loss of your touch.

“Oh but I already do.” You smile, pressing your lips against the side of his stomach. “I love you, and only you.”

He doesn’t respond, simply staring down at you with pink cheeks and furrowed brows.

He never says ‘I love you' back.

But you already knew how he was. He was never used to the straightforward affection and loving words directed at him, but that never bothered you. Being with him entailed having the ability to read between the lines—it entailed being able to appreciate the little crevices and permanent folds that marred his shirt and was never able to learn how to iron. You appreciated the marks left behind by the past and the past that brought about this present—this gift—him, and only him.

And that was alright with you.

You loved him. You had the ability to build him up, make him crumble, and build him up again.

From dust to dust.

But mere dusts of cement clumped together could form a stable foundation, the same way a cluster of atoms can make up a single cell, and how multiple similar cells can form tissue.

You loved him from dust to dust.

You lick a stripe up from the base of your palm up to your fingers, keeping your eyes trained on his and his to yours and what you were doing, before encircling your fingers around the length of his cock, pumping him up and down slowly. He jolts and heaves out a breathy moan each time your hand squeezes at the right areas, up towards his shiny pink tip leaking with his fluids and down once again. Your other hand plays with his balls and you grin at the way he throws his head back, eyes rolling up.

“You must be so tired, mein schatz, but it’s okay, you can come to me. I will always be here to make you feel better.” You mewl, smiling up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“A-Ah, fuck, don’t speak like that to me, I-I’m gonna cum—” He bucks his hips helplessly, whining.

“But why?” You giggle, tilting your head innocently, “Can’t I speak like that to the person I love?”

“S-Stop, haah—” He brings his hands up to cover half of his red face, blue eyes glaring down at yours, but you don’t falter.

“My poor baby,” You pout, pumping your hand against his cock upwards and brushing your thumb against his tip. You hear him choke a little. “You’re so beautiful and you work so hard! I’m so proud of you, hm?”

“H-Haah— I-I’m gonna, gonna cum!”

"Give it to me, my love."

His hips buck against your hand a few more times before he’s shooting spurts of his cum onto your face. He moans, eyes squeezing shut.

You shut your eyes, feeling the liquid spill all over your face for a few seconds.

After a while, you open your eyes to him breathing in and out deeply, his body laying limply on the bed with sweat thinly coating every inch of his skin.

You chuckle, wiping the cum off your face and bringing your hand up to taste it.

He raises his brow as you do so and scowls. “Don’t— don’t do that. That’s dirty.”

“And I happen to be a dirty person. I don't mind." You grin, licking your hand.

He’s silent for a while before he speaks up.

“But is it true?”

“What?” You question curiously, laying right beside him flat on your back. You turn your head to look into his eyes levelly.

“That you,” He purses his lips, voice growing more silent. “Love me?”

You smile, genuinely this time.

“Of course.”

From dust to dust.

#blue lock fanfiction #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock oneshots #blue lock #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x y/n #kaiser smut #blue lock smut #sub!michael kaiser #sub!character #dom!reader

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 year ago

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What a Man!

Summary: Your past experiences with other men had left you with scars. Scars that show in your lovely relationship with Miguel. Art by AndalusiaLu on twt <<Prev

Miguel x GN!Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

It had been quite a few months since your relationship with Miguel had blossomed into something beautiful and real. He really was different from everyone else and you couldn’t be luckier. Miguel would often disagree, he thought he was the lucky one to end up with someone like you. Kind, intelligent and headstrong as well as so loving. You were the prettiest package to him. You tried your very best not to screw things up. You don’t know what you’d do if you said something or did something to make Miguel not want you anymore. So you remained diligent, making sure that Miguel was happy with you and that he stayed happy. Despite your best efforts to hide the ugly side of you, it managed to creep in the more you were with Miguel. It became harder to hide, slipping through the cracks of the facade you kept up. It started with him arriving home late. Miguel at some point had asked you to live with him, which you declined and eventually settled on visiting and having sleepovers at his place as a compromise. It was still technically early in the relationship. At first when he would come home late, you’d be worried sick wondering if this was good for his health or if he’d get home safely when he’s so tired. Miguel would trug through the door and you’d be at his side as soon as you heard the click. His tired eyes brightened seeing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trying not to rest his entire body weight on you. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He murmured in your hair, one arm around your waist and the other going around your shoulders. He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and lotion, his body nearly melting on top of you. You returned his hug with a tight squeeze, the worry in your heart subsiding and replaced with a warm feeling. “It’s okay. I wanted to stay up to see you.” You snuggled closer to his shoulder, his cologne gone after a hard day's work and only leaving a lingering smell along with his natural scent. “No, no, that’s not right. I don’t want you to get big ugly giant eyebags like me. You’re too gorgeous.” Miguel lifts his head up and stares down at you, sleepiness evident in his eyes but his will to see and feel you are stronger. You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek which he leans into. “I think your eyebags add character.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you. “Really. I don’t mind.”

Miguel’s hands go down to squeeze your hips. “Well I mind. You deserve proper rest. C’mere, off to bed. I’ll join you in a bit.” He takes your hand in his larger one and leads you to his bedroom. What was once very plain and sleek now had little trinkets of your things around like your hairbrush, your favorite candles and a half empty water bottle. Hell, even a new blanket Miguel had bought you along with some extra clothes and pajamas. You practically lived here. After Miguel had washed up in the shower, he joined you in bed, collecting you in his arms and running his hands up and down your back. He asked you about your day, what you had done, what you bought with his credit card–none, you told him– and any other things he might’ve missed when he was off at work. While you listed things off, Miguel listened with an attentive small smile. He focused on the way your lips moved, how your eyes looked up at the walls in thought and how your hands played with his chest hairs. Before falling asleep, he promised one thing. “I’ll do my best to come back home to you.” To your demise, Miguel continued to come home late. Each time he'd come home late he would apologize in any way possible. In kisses, extra cuddling time even when he’s exhausted and showering you in gifts. None of it was enough when he was gone most days and you only got maybe an hour with him before falling asleep. He was one of the top geneticists in his field, most likely number one. He was bound to be busy and needed everywhere. He can’t help it, you told yourself. It’s a taxing job. He’s not doing this on purpose. So why does it leave a sour taste in your mouth? Why does it bother you so much?

You grew anxious. Why couldn’t he just ask for more days off? Why is he so busy? What was the point of him finding a partner when he’s just too occupied from his job? You began to feel alone. His kisses started to feel weak, cuddling time was cut short and the gifts meant nothing after each apology. You tried pushing those thoughts aside. You were acting spoiled. Miguel basically threw his money and love at you and you’re taking it for granted. How selfish can you be? He’d be furious to know you’re using him like this–taking his gifts and whining about it. What if he’s lying? What if the job is just an excuse? Was there someone else? Is that why he’s going to bed faster? A few pecks on the lips before he passes out? Oh, how could you think that of him? He’s been nothing but burned out and trying his best. What would he do if he knew what you were thinking? He can’t. He won’t. So you do what you know best: you shut down. Your inner emotions conflicted with one another. One berating you and the other trying to convince you. You sucked up all your spilling emotions when Miguel came home late again. You met him at the door like always but this time a little slower, more hesitant.

Miguel drops his bag by the door like usual, taking off his coat and placing it down on a chair seat before looking at you. Like always, his eyes brighten up and he brings you in his arms for a hug. He feels himself recharge with you in his embrace but you just feel uncomfortable. The weight of your thoughts and feelings rest heavy in your chest and you slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest and hoping to feel some comfort again. “I’ve missed you so much.” You hear Miguel mumble. “I know I keep saying this but I’m really sorry for coming home so late these days. You know I’d rather be here than anywhere else.” “Yeah. I’m sure you do.” You mumble bluntly before slipping out of his arms. Miguel feels his heart drop and confusion overshadow his exhaustion. He watches your back afterwards and there’s nothing he hates more than seeing you walking away from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chases after you, walking behind you as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Nothing.” You sigh and it’s quiet between you two except for the tap water running and filling your glass. Miguel’s eyebrows furrow. He can feel something’s wrong with you but he doesn’t know what. Did someone say something to you? “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad day at work?” He crosses his arms and leans back on the counter next to you. He notices how you purposefully look away from him, settling on just sipping from your cup. “No.” “Did someone say something to you?” “No.” “Did I do something?” “No.” You said more quickly this time. “Then can you tell me what’s wrong?” Miguel reaches out his arm to try and turn your cheek to face him but you shrug off his touch.

“I said nothing, Miguel.” You feel yourself grow irritated. You wanted to spill but you knew it would only lead to bad things. You didn’t want to start an argument and have it spiral into more arguments that would inevitably ruin your relationship. You take a few steps away from him until you hear Miguel call your name sternly. You pause in your tracks and for a moment, there’s fear. Is he going to yell? Miguel had never yelled at you but you’ve been yelled at before when being…difficult like this. You felt your heart start picking up speed and you held onto your glass tightly. You hear him call your name again, softly this time, but you still hear it as yelling. Miguel touches your arm and you quickly flinch, turning around and taking a step back. You look up at him, an apology about to drop from your lips. “I’m sor–” Your breath hitches. “Did I do something wrong?” He repeats again. Oh, he noticed your tone. “No, I’m–I’m sorry.” Miguel’s eyes soften, a knowing look as he tilts his head and says your name gently, coaxing the truth out of you. “Talk to me, cariño.” He whispers, now both heads coming up to cup your cheeks. You don’t know what to do. It was a risk to talk about what was bothering you, even as small as him coming home late, but it meant a lot to you. You miss him. You take the risk with a shake of your hands. “I…You come home late,” You start off slowly and he waits patiently. “It’s too much for me. Well… maybe not too much, I know how hard you work but it–” You take a deep breath. “It’s not enough. I miss you. I want to see you for more than just a couple hours in the morning and at night. I just want you to be here and I’m sorry if that sounds clingy of me, but it’s how I feel.” You feel your chest tighten up and look down, unable to meet his eyes and failing to see his face crumble. Miguel takes the glass from your hands and places it beside you on the counter. “C’mere.” He whispers, bringing you in a hug again. “And you promised me so it just feels extra bad, y’know? I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You bury yourself in his arms. Miguel shushed you. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing.” “But you did–you have–” “And yet here we are. I made you cry.” You didn’t notice the way your tone got more nasally or how you hiccuped and sniffled–all of your tears getting soaked up by his collared shirt. “Are you mad?” You ask. Miguel pulls away to wipe away your tear stained cheeks.

“Jesus, no I’m not mad. How could I be mad at you?” You sniffle when his thumb swipes across your cheekbone. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” You shrugged. “You promised and I just…I dunno. I felt like it wasn’t my place to tell you to work less just because I felt lonely.” You try to look away but Miguel doesn’t let you. “I don’t know any other way to tell you this but you are equally as important as my job–maybe even more. You never mentioned that this was bothering you. I could’ve asked for less hours.” “I didn’t want you to get mad at me or think I’m spoiled.” “Baby, it’s my job to spoil you.” Miguel smiles and playfully pinches your cheeks, making you mutter a small ‘ow’ and grin. “I’ve just been taking so much time because everyone there looks at me for answers and advice and other bullshit so they make me oversee everything. But if you want me home, then I’ll come home. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” His tone is soft, as soft as it can be with his deep voice. “That’s a lot of power.” You joke. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He leans his forehead on yours. “So you’re not mad?” “Not even a little.” “And you’re gonna be coming home earlier?” “Starting tomorrow.” Your smile widens. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you doing things just because I said so.” Your smiles wavers and you slide your arms around his neck. Miguel leans down to pepper kisses along your cheeks, wanting to see you smile more. “Trust me, this is more than okay. A gift even! A couple less hours of work to spend time with the most beautiful, stunning, outstanding, and amazing person in the entire world.” With each compliment, he leaves a giant kiss to your cheeks, forehead, nose and even your chin.

The next day, Miguel comes home way earlier than usual, just when the sun is setting. With more energy than before, he picks you up in his arms and lifts you off the ground after dropping his things to the floor. He runs to the bedroom with you in a fit of laughter, the sound making his heart drum against his chest. He jumps in bed with you, his weight nearly crushing you but you still laugh anyway. “Stop! No outside clothes on the bed!” Miguel smothers you with his lips. “We can clean the sheets later. Let me finally spend time with you.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #atsv x reader

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goth-mami-writer · 1 year ago

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POV: You're the quiet intern just trying to make it down these steps⬇️

@short-honey-badger who helped me cough this up a few months ago, and we had a lotttt of fun.

⚠️(absolutely not my art. The artist is @yunonoai on TWT. Thx!)⚠️

《 Your director told you to use the back stairwell after the day was finished with final takes in filming. You were the new intern on set and still learning everyone's roles and names, but you knew the cast well. After grabbing your coffee and bag, then being told by the director to use the back stairwell due to some work being done on the front entrance, your stomach churned.

That's where the cast took their smoke breaks between sets and most of them....didn't know you. You were the newbie, and you saw how some of them looked at you in-between filming takes. All of them towered above even the director sometimes, and intimidating just wasn't the word. Some were very cordial. Or at least friendly. But for others... that just wasn't the case. They were almost entirely like their fictional character. Smug and coarse in interaction.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the back stairwell. The first thing to hit you was the smell of deep, musky cigarette. It almost gagged you because half of them were avid smokers, often being late to set times from hurrying back from their smoke breaks. The heat from the outside lot met you then, and you squinted your eyes from the bright light that illuminated your descent. But you realized now that it wasn't just a few of them here.

It was all of them.

The villains, the noble protagonists. The anti heroes.

Oh, God. Everyone was here.

"Heyy.." The half of them called out in unison while the others only gave a you side glance from their unenthused expressions.

All of their legs were folded across the concrete steps, making it difficult for you to navigate your way down safely. You swallowed hard and decided to speak up for those who might have not realized you were needing through.

"Uhm, excuse me. Sorry." You said with your hands clutched on the strap of your bag.

Nanami, the upstanding gentleman of the group, was the first to stand. He was sitting right at the front, that being your only sigh of relief. He was one of the oldest, and his presence on set always made everyone feel safe. He was especially kind to women.

"Here, dear, I'll help you through." Nanami said with a charming smile as he dubbed out his cigarette into the concrete. He told everyone to mind their legs, and only half of them listened.

"Oh, come the fuck on, she'll be fine." Remarked Toji, the boisterous asshole who spoke his mind with a sneer no matter who was listening. He rolled his eyes and moved his knees from your path. Nanami held his hands on your shoulders as you began down and you tried not to look at each of them but it was so hard. All of them were so endearingly attractive in their own specific ways.

Sure Toji was snide and downright rude as hell but his cocky grin made all of the girls' knees shake. It leveled everything about his asshole personality.

To your immediate left, was Geto, the quiet protagonist in the show who nudged the man to his side Gojo, who moved his blindfold up, moving out of your way accordingly with a smile.

Gojo turned his head down the stairs and everyone seemed to pay attention when his very telling blue eyes came from beneath his dark blindfold,

"Guys, let the intern through."

"Eat a dick, Satoru." Toji remarked from across the steps.

Everything was going fine. You were about halfway down now with Nanami's hands holding your shoulders protectively until you finally passed Toji by who began to loudly exclaim from behind you once his eyes fell low as you passed him by,

"Goddamn! She can walk past me anyday!"

You felt a very intentional smack to the back of your ass only to be returned by Nanami who you could hear reprimanding the eager man with a vicious grip to his collar before apologizing to you in your ear,

"I am so sorry."

"It's okay." You said with your face painted a blinding shade of red, and you looked down, just hoping to make it down the rest of these steps without being humiliated further.

Gojo and Geto had a little more class, only sharing a menacing look to each other at the sight of your ass so close as you passed and now you were finally closer to the bottom flight of stairs, still being led by Nanami.

Here at the bottom held two of the more unsavory characters that included Sukuna and Choso, two villains, however powerful and / or likable they were. Choso, the quieter one of the pair, only moved his outstretched legs, not giving a word in your direction before looking back down to his phone. His eyes were so catching and dark that you wished he would've kept your gaze. But that stare was only broken as you passed by the last loiterer there on the stairs, Sukuna.

He grew a cunning, mischievous smile and asked you with his voice that purred so seductively like a flirt no matter what he was saying,

"Hm, I've never caught your name on set?"

You told him your name and he hummed with a sultry, entertained rumble in his throat as he reached out to touch your blouse in a clear pass until he was stopped by Nanami, who was determined to not let you get touched twice.

"Hands to yourself, old man." Nanami grumbled before rubbing your shoulder as you reached the lower flight now. He asked if you'd like to be walked to your car as well, but you assured him it was fine, thanking him for being so kind.

"We'll see ya tomorrow!" Toji called down with his eyes narrowed in a haughty expression from his seat above, and you shivered hearing that.

"I promise we'll be more behaved if you take this way tomorrow! Have a good night!" Nanami promised as he made his way back up to the very first step, and you hurried now to your car. Your face was red, your arms were trembling, and your blood raced.

You weren't embarrassed or humiliated at all. Instead, it was closer to exhilaration to be so close to them in a cramped space like that. And it certainly didn't help that no one minded their manners. It only made you want it more. You fanned yourself and hoped that the front entrance that you usually took to get to the parking lot never got fixed.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hollywood au #actor au #jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #choso kamo #jjk choso #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna

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alienwerewolfvampiremagicalgirl · 2 months ago

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i keep procrastinating writing anything at all so i'm not getting any practice pls help me choose where to start I have no discipline

i need people to nag at me

Option 1:

A short story about a young child who visits a mysterious flower in the forest every day, not knowing it's the vessel of a flower spirit who's not very pleased by the child's disturbance. Over time the flower spirit grows to like the child and starts looking forward to their visits, after all, a mortal life only lasts a few seconds in the eyes of an immortal spirit. But one day they disappear without a trace. As a spirit, the only thing keeping him in the mortal world is his anchor, the flower he bound his soul to. To search for the child, he would have to leave his anchor behind and risk simply vanishing if he can't gather the strength to hold his soul in this world.

Option 2:

A young, noble lady, wakes up walking in a strange forest, her body moving all on its own as if it knew where to go. She doesn't know where she is or how she got there; strange creatures appear between the leaves all around her. She tries to find a way out of the forest for hours, ignoring where her body tries to take her, without success. Eventually, she stops resisting it and finds a small shop built right inside a gigantic hollowed tree. Inside she meets a young boy claiming to be a ghost, a woman who seems to think she is the dryad of the tree, and a man who introduces himself as the nameless shop owner. Of course, she has no interest in any of the strange goods and services he offers her and asks them to simply help her find her way back home when she notices... she has no memory of her home or anything before the forest, she can't even remember her own name. The nameless shop owner invites her to stay until she regains her memories, under the condition that she helps him run his business of... helping ghosts to reach the afterlife? The four of them grow close as they help one undead customer after the other, but no matter how close they get, the young lady just can't shake the feeling that all three of them know something about her and are trying to keep it a secret...

Option 3:

Arthur's life would be perfect, he's a ducal prince and prodigy knight known as a hero who protects the weak from demons called "mirages", just like his father, "the hero of Dalrway", if only it weren't for his failure of an older twin brother Baine. But besides that headache that calls itself a brother he of course has nothing to complain about, until one day, Arthur wakes up and finds himself back as his 5-year-old self. All his hard work, all his training, all the battles he fought against the mirages, all gone! He somehow traveled back in time and has to do it all over again! After collecting himself and coming to terms with his situation, he realizes he has the opportunity to make his brother into a proper noble this time around and finally have the perfect life he deserves. But when he meets the young Baine he is the complete opposite of his rude, aggressive, anti-social, adult self. At first, he is convinced he must have landed in an alternative timeline. That shy, fearful child just can't be the Baine he knows. But the more time passes, the more buried memories bubble up in Arthur's mind. Not only about Baine but about the "suicide" of their deceased mother and the true nature of the "hero of Dalrway" too. Preoccupied with the mysteries of the past, Arthur completely fails to notice that since his regression, everyone and everything feels almost like....a dream. Everything except Baine.

Option 4:

no art here yet sorry

Frankenstein's Monster except Frankenstein is not a scientist but a random kid who learned a bit too much about monsters and revival techniques from around the world because his parents drag him along while they travel a lot for "Work" and now that he's old enough to live on his own he tries EVERYTHING he learned using ALL THE MONSTER PARTS his parents collected at once to create himself a friend. A zombie base, a Siren's vocal cords for karaoke, Nurarihyon... something? Stuffed in somewhere for high-level hide and seek and many, many more. Shenanigans ensue.

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starshideurfics · 7 months ago

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Thirsty Thursday - Paris, 1890

steddie, omegaverse, artist and muse, mpreg

After five years of struggling and starving, scrimping and saving, choosing to buy paints instead of food, Édouard Munson has become an overnight success. All the wealthy families of Paris want one of his paintings, enchanted by the way he has captured the beauty of his new favored model.

The first to gain notice, “Eos,” features Stéfan from behind, asleep in their shared bed, the rosy light of dawn illuminating his skin, making his hair glow bronze-gold. He covered to the waist with a thin sheet, but he is not cold—unseen to the viewer, the room is well-heated by the stove. Behind him, the indent left by his lover promises he will not be lonely long.As do the tiny indents at his neck.

“Eos” sold the day it was first exhibited.

Next comes “Dionysos,” an outdoor scene, lush with flowers, the young man crowned with laurels and draped with rich, purple silks. He holds a goblet to his lips, eyes closed in gentle ecstasy. Nymphs and satyrs dance in the background, and a rivulet of wine runs down his chin.

The gallery had a buyer lined up before “Dionysus” was put on exhibit.

After came “Apollo,” “Eros,” “Hedone,” and “Helios,” each of them selling for enough that Eddie could easily keep himself and Stéfan comfortable for a few years without selling another. But his heart still cries out to create, so Eddie keeps painting.

“Aphrodite” features a naked Stéfan in the bath, standing, facing away, his plush bottom on display and glistening with water as he reaches for a towel. The gallery owner buys it for himself.

Then, Eddie takes greater risks with his art style, painting Stéfan in rich, dark blues, his body becoming the night sky in “Selene,” each of his beauty marks a golden star, his navel now the moon, his small belly cradled with his hands. He is the whole of the cosmos, caring and sensual.

A collector snaps it up as quickly as possible, proclaiming, “Now he is finding his vision!”

“The Marriage of Hymen” is a further departure, showing a small garden plot. A circle of seeds indent the dirt, next to a flower, its petals pink and red, wet with morning dew. It earns Eddie questions, and Stef blushes at his side. Even so different, it finds a buyer.

He returns to a more realistic style with “Pan.” It features two right hands, fingers slotted together, caressing a small breast. A rosy nipple peaks through a gap in the fingers. The tips of the fingers curl into a thatch of hair at the chest. It goes to the alpha who owns “Eos.”

That is followed by “Psyche,” a closeup of Stéfan in profile, lips parted, the fluttering of his eyelids created by the energetic strokes of Eddie’s paintbrush, the lashes dark with tears. He exhibits it, but refuses to sell, explaining that it was a gift for his omega.

Stef is on his arm and at his side at the gallery then, smiling when the prospective buyers turn to him, begging him to consider their offers. “I am sorry, monsieur, it is too precious a gift. I have been working on my own masterpiece for my husband, and I think this gift almost makes up for it.” His hand rests on his rounded stomach, and he rubs against the kicking of their pup as he gives a teasing wink.

That night, lying together in bed, Eddie holds Stef and kisses his neck. “Sometimes,” he whispers, “It is hard to believe that I have found you. Then I feel your heart beating next to mine and it seems inevitable. My soul knows your soul.” His hand joins Stef’s over their pup in his belly. “I think it always has.”

“It has. That’s why you see me the way you paint me. You see all of me, even the hidden parts—the parts that are only beautiful to you.”

“All of your parts are beautiful,” Eddie insists with a pout.

“Everyone has rough edges, my love, even me.”

“And they are beautiful in their roughness.”

“Eddie…”Stef turns to kiss the pout off his alpha’s lips, struggling because of his pregnant belly, grinning as Eddie rushes to help him. “All I care is that you love me. That you love us.”

Eddie kisses him back, soft and slow and sweet. “I always, always will.”

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Can we hear about the day Lazard snapped from the firsts shenanigans?

The Day Lazard Finally Snapped

• It all starts when Angeal and Sephiroth are passing through the Skyview Hall when they spot Reeve with a baby in a holder strapped to his chest.

Angeal: Hey Reeve! I didn't know you had a child.

Reeve: I don't. This is my assistant's baby. I allow her to bring him in on occasion since childcare is hard to find. She asked me to watch him while she's in a meeting, but⏤

Sephiroth: What kind of mother abandons her child?

Reeve: ⏤but I have to meet with the editor of Architecture Weekly in ten minutes.

Sephiroth: What kind of mother abandons her child with a strange man who works for Shinra?

Angeal: I'm sorry to hear that, director.

Reeve: Wait, could you two watch him? It'll only be for an hour.

Angeal: I don't think⏤

*Reeve hands the child to Angeal, who is now sweating bullets*

Reeve: Great, thanks! By the way, I'm supposed to be locating some materia that went missing from the inventory this morning. Do you mind finding them for me? Here's the list.

*Reeve hands Angeal the list, Angeal hands the baby to Sephiroth, who holds it like a bomb with his arms outstretched*

Angeal: Reeve, I really don't think we⏤

Reeve: Great! See 'ya!

• Reeve literally sprints away. Angeal looks back at Sephiroth, who has now strapped the baby to the carrier on his chest. Angeal looks down at the list.

Angeal: Three Ifrit summons, sixteen fire materia, nine ice materia, thirty chocobo lures, four petrify materia, and seventeen lightning materia.

Sephiroth: The baby is crying because it wants its mother. I feel a strange kinship with this child.

Angeal: Why would someone need thirty chocobo lures??

Sephiroth: There, there. Don't cry because your mother abandoned you, rejoice because your father isn't Professor Hojo.

*Angeal grows exasperated and turns to Sephiroth*

Angeal: Seph, it's hungry. We need to feed it.

Sephiroth: Where will we find someone with functioning mammary glands on such short notice?

Angeal: FORMULA. GET THE FORMULA IN THE BABY BAG.

*The baby cries more, Sephiroth holds it closer to him*

Sephiroth: You're upsetting our child.

Angeal: IT'S NOT OUR⏤*Angeal takes a deep breath*⏤It's not our child, give it the baby formula, and let's go. We still need to find the culprit behind the stolen materia.

Sephiroth: Do you mind if we stop by Professor Hojo's lab first? I want to show him what competent fathership looks like.

Angeal: No. And you're acting insane. Here, give me the baby.

Sephiroth: I have only had this child for three minutes, but if anyone tries to hurt it or take it away I will kill everyone here.

Angeal: When this is all over, I'm signing you up for art therapy and getting you a cat.

• Lazard is away on a business trip and has left Genesis in charge. He's supposed to be getting work done, but instead he's sitting in Lazard's office with his feet up, reading a romance novel.

Genesis: I don't understand why Lazard complains all the time. This is the easiest position in this company.

•There's a violent crash right outside the office, followed by Zack's voice going "Wow! I didn't know the ceiling was that easy to break."

*Genesis gets up at the speed of light. He runs out and sees Zack and Cloud with tennis rackets*

Genesis: What are you doing? I thought I sent you far away on a mission to Cosmo Canyon.

Zack: We got back early! And since Angeal's busy there's no point in training. Plus, my mission report can wait until Lazard's back.

Genesis: And what's Strife doing here? Last I recall this is the SOLDIER floor, not the Infantrymen Who Look Like Baby Chocobos floor.

Cloud: Could've fooled me. I saw you and thought this was the Sephiroth Is Better Than Me So I Take It Out On Bad Poetry floor.

Genesis: Listen here⏤

*Zack jumps between them*

Zack: We were just playing some tennis! Where's the harm in that?

Genesis:

Genesis: Zack where's the ceiling

*They look up and six ceiling panels are missing*

Zack: We're playing pro tennis.

Genesis: Goddess.

Cloud: But we lost all of our balls and now we can't play anymore.

Genesis: Hm. Have you tried substituting them with something else?

Cloud: Like what?

Genesis: Materia are round and large enough to work.

Zack: Good idea, but we don't have any to spare.

Genesis: I have some.

*Genesis pulls a key out of his pocket, walks across the hall, and unlocks a supply closet where he pulls out a crate full of materia*

Zack: Woah! How many do you have in there?

Genesis: Three Ifrit summons, sixteen fire materia, nine ice materia, thirty chocobo lures, four petrify materia, and seventeen lightning materia.

Cloud: Why does the box say Property Of Shinra Electric Power Company? Wait, did you steal this??

Genesis: There is no such thing as stealing if your victim stole it from the planet.

Zack: Why thirty chocobo lures??

Genesis: Do not presume to question my actions.

• Sephiroth and Angeal have no leads on the missing materia, so they decide to go ask the turks for any information they have. They walk into a conference room where Tseng and Rufus are talking.

Tseng: WHY do you have a baby??

Sephiroth: Two men cannot raise a child without being criticized.

Angeal: We're babysitting.

Rufus: How may we help you?

Angeal: A crate of materia went missing from the inventory. Reeve asked us to locate it. Any chance you have an idea where it went?

Rufus: We were just going over the security footage, actually. A stunning, beautiful woman was seen entering and leaving with the stolen materia.

Tseng: Come take a look.

*They walk over and watch the security footage*

Sephiroth:

Angeal:

Angeal: That's GENESIS.

Tseng: Impossible. I had no idea Rhapsodos was a master of disguise.

Sephiroth: He's not even in disguise. He wore that dress to a Loveless performance yesterday. *said while he rocks the baby to sleep*

Rufus: Sephiroth, would you mind accompanying me to meet my father? I'd like to show him what adequate fathership looks like.

Sephiroth: Gladly.

Angeal: *exasperated* We'll get the materia back from Genesis, don't worry. There's no need to get involved, and we'll make him promise not to do it again.

Tseng: Actually, the issue is much more annoying. You see, the crate he stole contained faulty materia. We're not sure they even work, but if they do there might be some...explosive consequences.

Angeal: Don't worry, knowing Genesis, he's hording the materia somewhere until the search dies down and hasn't actually used it yet.

*The baby hasn't fallen asleep and is wide awake*

Sephiroth: Of course, how could I be so foolish? The baby needs to be tired out through playtime and proper enrichment first.

*Rufus takes a box of ammunition from his coat pocket and uses it as a rattle. The baby laughs*

Tseng: Sir, I don't think that's an appropriate toy for a baby.

Sephiroth: Nonsense. I had that toy when I was younger and I turned out fine.

Angeal: No the fuck you did not.

• Zack and Cloud's tennis match with materia is going smoothly. Genesis has made himself the umpire and is officiating the match. They're in Lazard's office so no one catches them slacking off.

*Cloud hurles a fire materia toward Zack at top speed. Zack shrieks and ducks*

Genesis: Five love.

Zack: No fair! He's just aiming it right at me!

Cloud: Because you're my opponent. That's how tennis works.

*Cloud sends another chocobo lure Zack's way that hits him right in the face*

Genesis: Six love.

Zack: WE GET IT, YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH LOVELESS. SHUT UP.

Genesis: ......

Cloud: I really need to get back and start getting ready for patrol tonight.

Zack: Nooo, come on! Just one more try! I'll beat you, you just watch.

• Cloud sighs and readies himself. Zack grabs a lightning materia and serves. Cloud hits the materia when it reaches him. Except this time it fuses with the tennis racket and starts hissing and billowing smoke. Cloud panics and lets the tennis racket drop. It starts glowing and vibrating.

• All of the littered materia on the office floor start emitting the same low whistle and vibrating, all at once.

• Genesis senses the incoming explosion. He grabs Zack and Cloud and dives under the desk.

• Lazard comes back from his business trip early. He's in the elevator thinking about the decision to leave Genesis in charge. He had initially meant to bequeath Sephiroth the responsibility, but felt for Genesis. They're always placing him second next to Sephiroth, constantly berating and expecting the worst from him.

• He thinks it's unfair. Genesis is one of the most competent SOLDIERs in the program. He's hardworking, responsible and authoritive. There's no doubt in Lazard's mind that everything is running smoothly in his absence.

*Lazard opens his office door*

• The three Ifrit summons went off and are raging, smashing the walls and ceilin. The fire materia also went off and now everything is on fire. It's shooting fire balls and one of them burned the office door clean off, shattering the glass. The ice materia has caused a raging blizzard inside the office and everything that isn't on fire is freezing over. The lightning materia is causing firework-like explosions to go off.

• Lazard stands there for a good five minutes, petrified (literally) (the petrify materia hit him)

• Once the last blast of lightning goes off and things seem to have quieted down, Genesis, Zack and Cloud poke their heads up from under the desk.

Zack: Hey, director! We didn't expect you back so early!

Cloud: How was the business trip? Have fun?

Genesis: My, my, director, that suit makes you look dashing. Have you done something to your hair?

• It's a poor choice of words because half of Lazard's hair is on fire.

*Angeal runs in*

Angeal: Genesis, you crook. Did you use Lazard's access card to steal all that materia?? Do you know how mad he's going to be when he finds out? He's already in trouble with upper management because he left you in charge.

*Zack points to Lazard in the corner, Angeal turns around*

Angeal: Oh. Oh no.

• And then the chocobo lures go off. Thirty grown chocobos come speeding into the office, two of them knocking Lazard to the ground.

• And then, as if things couldn't possibly get any worse, Sephiroth runs in with the baby.

Sephiroth: Angeal, how dare you abandon me and our child??

Angeal: Oh my god.

• The Firsts and Zack are sitting in the briefing room when Tseng walks in.

Tseng: Good morning. As you all know, Lazard has taken a medical leave. I'll be taking his place while he's away.

Genesis: How is he? I tried to visit him in the hospital yesterday, but apparently the mere mention of my name sent him into another cardiac arrest.

Tseng: He's sedated and fine. Don't feel discouraged. Two Seconds went in to visit him this morning, but all it took was one look at a SOLDIER uniform and he started screaming.

Angeal: If he quits, it's on Zack, Gen and Strife. Sephiroth and I were busy hunting materia and babysitting.

Sephiroth: No. You were looking for the materia. I was taking adequate care of the baby and giving it the attention its mother denied it.

Tseng:

Tseng: Sephiroth

Tseng: Sephiroth why do you still have the baby?

*They look over and sure enough, Sephiroth has the baby in a carrier strapped to his chest*

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: I'm the most competent adult in its life.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #crisis core #zack fair #cloud strife #tseng ff7 #rufus shinra #storytime

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