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espresso ☆ sunoo kim

☆ super mega down bad!sunoo x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time sunoo had a not-so innocent dream about you, and suddenly you're the only thing that consumed all of his senses. the problem? you're the most popular girl at the academy, and he's just a nerd. driven mad by his feelings for you, it felt like his chances with you were next to zero. it's actually much higher than he thought! ☆ genre: dark academia! au, classic popular girl x nerd, a looooot of romantic and sexual frustration LOL, a bit of nerdy lingo , loser and desperate sunoo!! ☆ warning(s)? slightly suggestive, but mostly just pure silliness and fluff :3 ☆ word count: 9.5k ☆ happy belated birthday to sunoo! the sunoo fic disparity is criminal. this is for you @ashtxrie. inspired "espresso" by sabrina carpenter. i hope i did mintchoco king justice. enjoy!

Ugh.

Popular kids.

Sunoo narrowed his eyes, clutching his textbooks even closer to his chest as he walked past the hoard of snobby rich kids. Their expensive pearl necklaces and diamond rings gleamed under the warm hallway lights, but no golden jewelry would take away how downright obnoxious they were.

"How could anyone be so loud right now?" Sunoo grumbled under his breath, pushing up his thin golden-framed glasses. Seriously though, he had a point. There was no reason for anyone at all to be screaming at the top of their lungs at 10 in the morning. But alas, here he was, rolling his eyes at the stuck-up rich kids.

The Academy had a pretty simple admissions system. Either you pay to get in, or you apply and get evaluated based on your application. Most of the students at the Academy were from wealthy families, so they obviously paid to be admitted. Sunoo, on the other hand, had more humbler origins.

To say that he worked his utmost ass off to even be able to apply was an understatement. It was almost patronizing to see all of these kids born with a silver spoon in their mouth act so carelessly.

They all acted so condescendingly, as if they didn't get admitted because of their father's paycheck.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" A new voice interrupted Sunoo's thoughts. It was his younger friend Riki, who threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Nothing," Sunoo murmured, tearing his eyes away from the group of popular kids.

All of them were the same. All arrogant, all pompous, all vain, all—

"Are you sure?" his other friend, Jungwon, joined. "You look a little bit—err— disturbed."

"I'm not."

Riki and Jungwon shared a look.

Okay, maybe not all rich kids were the same.

Because there were a few exceptions, such as—

"Are you still mad about that one time that snobby little Sanghyeok threw a ball at you?" Riki asked, blinking owlishly.

"No, what are you—"

"He's a rugby player, isn't he?" Jungwon thought aloud. "Geez, all the rugby players love tossing that goddamn football around, don't they?"

"Erm, actually, it's called a rugby ball," Riki corrected in a nasally voice.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Why would anyone throw those around? It's like a ball of concrete!"

Sunoo tuned his younger friends' bickering out. He'll admit it, he's just a little bit of a hater.

Among the snobby rich kids, there's definitely a few exceptions. Jay Park was a pretty cool guy, and so was Jake Sim. Sunoo could've sworn that there's one more person that he didn't mind too much... He just couldn't remember who....

"Watch out!"

It happened so quickly, because one moment Sunoo was lost in thought. And the next, a rugby ball was hurling at him, pummeling him square in the head.

Not again, was the last thing he thought of before he fell to the ground, blacking out.

"Aw man, you hit the nerd again?!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to— Ack!"

Sunoo stirred. It was weird. He could feel himself gain consciousness, but his head and body were pounding. Excruciatingly.

He could hear a little bit of arguing and a few masculine voices, all muffled yet somehow also painful to his ears.

"Quiet down," a new voice entered. It was a voice that Sunoo recognized, a voice that was much kinder and softer on his ears, almost healing. "If you keep yelling, you'll overwhelm him."

Whose voice was this? Sunoo knows that he knows this voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who.

Then, Sunoo felt a few gentle fingers run through his hair, and then a cold, ice compress pressed on his forehead.

"Just leave," the voice told the others. "Get to class. I'll take care of him."

There's some murmuring, and then some shuffling, and finally, the door slammed shut.

And the moment that it did, Sunoo's eyes shot open.

The first thing that he's met with as full consciousness pervades his body is a sharp pain everywhere, much more amplified and extreme this time.

The second thing that Sunoo sees is... you.

Of course, that makes sense now. You were the voice, and you were the person he was thinking about earlier. You were one of the exceptions to his "all rich kids are annoying" gag.

Of course you were.

Everyone knew you, and everyone loved you. Who wouldn't?

You were incredibly sweet, had a knack for calling everyone with affectionate nicknames, and every reason why Sunoo couldn't bring himself to hate everyone in the popular crowd. He's had a few classes with you in the past few years. You weren't the top student or academically driven by any means, but he could sense your effort.

Not to mention, you were really pretty. It was no secret that every single guy in school wanted a chance with you. Sunoo wasn't like that, but he wasn't going to sit there and deny that your face was nice to look at. Truthfully, it was difficult to not like you, one way or another.

In total, Sunoo's spoken to you a total of probably four times. Nevertheless, you were a lot more than just tolerable, compared to the rest of your peers.

Now Sunoo was in the infirmary, after that rugby ball smacked him right in the head and knocked him out. He was lying down on the gurney, a cold compress to his head. And you were taking care of him.

"You're up, sweetheart," you said softly, jumping to your feet once you realized that Sunoo was awake. You handed him his glasses that were folded neatly on the table, and then you went to the shelves. Sunoo attempted to raise himself up to sit, but almost immediately he was met with that horrible, aching pain again.

"Aghh!" he groaned, dropping himself instantly and clutching onto the ice pack on his head.

You hissed, scurrying over to his side.

"Don't move," you instructed him. Sunoo got a good look at your face now. Pretty, as always, but you had a pinched expression. You looked frustrated, and as you unfurled the bundle of bandages that you fetched from the shelf, your eyes traveled to him and almost looked apologetic. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetie."

Very gently, almost as if you were dealing with glass, you lifted Sunoo's head just enough so that you could wrap bandages around his forehead.

"Is that okay?" you asked him quietly, your nimble fingers brushing against his skin gently.

"Mmm—" Sunoo was cut off by a guttural sound in his throat— "Mhm."

You pushed his dark locks out of the way, humming.

While you worked on him, Sunoo couldn't help but notice how.... concerned you looked. As a matter of fact, where were the rest of your friends? Where was that bastard Sanghyeok that threw the damn rugby ball at him in the first place?

It wasn't like you were a student nurse or anything. Aside from just being a nice person, what reason did you have to go out of your way to fix Sunoo up? It wasn't like you were the one that threw the ball.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your brows furrowing together. Something was on your mind.

"I'm sorry," you finally blurted, your eyes wide and nearly glassy.

???

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry that Sanghyeok threw that ball at you," you continued, words spilling from your glossy lips like a waterfall, your eyes trained onto the floor and your head hung low. As words tumbled out, you stopped your ministrations on him, your hands taking solace on the hem of your uniform skirt. "I-It was very wrong of him, and it's even worse that you're now injured, and—"

"Why are you apologizing?" Sunoo interrupted you, though with labored breaths between his words, as he didn't want to hurt himself.

You frowned even harder, your fingers wringing each other. "B-But—"

Sunoo's face scrunched. "You didn't throw the ball at me. Sanghyeok did, so there's no reason for you to say sorry to me."

You shook your head.

"Still!" you huffed, your cheeks filling with air as you tapped your foot. You let out an exasperated breath. It smelled of coffee. "I know that it's not my fault, but— but that doesn't make what happened right."

Sunoo opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, beginning your ministrations once again. "I'm just doing what's right."

By the end of the school day, Sunoo got out of the nurse's office, just slightly stumbling. His head still hurt, but thanks to you, who missed a few classes, it hurt a lot less than it should have. Once again, you proved that you weren't as bad as the rest.

If it was any other day, Sunoo would go to the library to fit in a few hours of studying, but after today's events, he just wanted to go back to his dorm.

It's been a long, stressful, and painful day.

The moment that Sunoo's dorm door shut, he made a bee-line for his bed, completely ignoring his roommate Sunghoon. He threw off his uniform shirt and tie, peeling them off like they were some nuisance.

And just like that, the second that Sunoo's head hit the pillow, he knocked out.

Sunoo opened his eyes and he was in a bed. Not his own bed, but a softer, much more comfortable bed.

He felt a warm—really warm— almost fuzzy, feeling in his chest. Sunoo's hands feel around the bed. The sheets are smooth and clean, and under his fingertips they wrinkle ever-so slightly. Now that he was looking around, it seemed to be early morning, with rays of sunlight peeking through the windows. In fact, this dorm room wasn't his. It smelled of espresso coffee, and was so pristine and neat.

Sunoo didn't notice it now, but all the pain he was supposed to be feeling disappeared. And just as he was about to get up to his feet to inspect, someone appeared at the doorway.

You.

"You're up, sleepyhead?" you said, leaning on the doorway as a sly smile spread across your face.

Why was he in your room?

And more importantly, why were you in only a bathrobe?

Sunoo looked down, and that's when he realized that he, too, was shirtless.

Instead of responding how he'd want to— confused out of his mind— words tumbled out of his lips, almost like he had no control over them. "I was waiting for you."

You giggled, pretty sounds falling from your pretty lips. You slowly sauntered over to the foot of your bed, your gentle hands coming down to brush against Sunoo's leg.

"You look so handsome, sweetheart," you rasped. The warmth and fuzziness that he felt earlier began to spread from his chest to his entire body.

And the next thing that Sunoo knew, you were on top of him. Your lips pressed wet kisses all over his bare chest. Sticky gloss clung to his flushed skin, leaving pretty lipstick marks across his skin.

"God, I want you so bad," you groaned, before taking his skin between your teeth. You sucked on it gently, earning a gasp from the boy. You giggled into his ear.

By now, Sunoo was burning up completely. Each graze of your lips was like a scorching hot iron piercing his skin, but it burned so good. If it weren't for his fingers that dug into the crisp bed sheets, or the way that you gripped his chin, Sunoo would have fainted already. Each gasp for air as you marked his soft skin was ripped from his throat, hot lines of electricity running through his veins.

"Please..." Sunoo pleaded through a strangled whimper, letting out a soft moan when you bit onto his ear, your warm breath brushing up against his skin in a way that made him shudder. "Please, [Name]."

Everything before had a haze over it, a blurry screentone cast over Sunoo's eyes.

But as you looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes, lips swollen from abusing his skin, Sunoo swore that he could see everything so clearly. Every line on your face, every shadow and every highlight, every blemish and every perfection— he could see all of it.

"Please, what?" you murmured, your lips spreading into a grin. "What are you begging for, sweetheart?"

And it drove him crazy.

Sunoo threw his head back, an airy moan tumbling from his lips, giving you better access to his neck.

"I need you," he whined, his chest heaving up and down as he failed to catch his breath. "Please, I need you so bad."

You giggled again, pressing a hand against his chest.

"Anything you want you get—"

Beep beep! That was an eerily familiar alarm sound, one that was familiar enough to make Sunoo's head whip around.

You looked unfazed, only giggling again before leaning in to press soft kisses on his chest.

Beep beep!

There it was again! This time, Sunoo's body jerked at the sound, his face scrunching. Why weren't you reacting?

"Focus on me, sweetie," you whispered in his ear.

Sunoo complied (because of course he did), closing his eyes as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. And just as he was beginning to forget that godforsaken sound, sinking into the sweet taste of your lips...

Beep beep!

Sunoo couldn't help the way that he jerked away from you.

And as he did, Sunoo jerked awake.

His eyes shot open.

Dark room, completely drenched in sweat, burning up, and unfortunately alone.

"I swear, you always look like someone pissed you off."

"Right? He always looks so... constipated?"

On most days, Sunoo could endure his friends' teasing. Not this morning though.

He woke up from that dream completely disoriented. With his hair disheveled and face flushed, Sunoo arose from his slumber with beads of sweat running down his temple. It took him four more rings of his alarm clock and his roommate yelling at him to truly regain his consciousness— for while he was physically awake, he wasn't truly awake. Not after a dream like that.

Sunoo told everyone so far that he woke up with a fever, which was true. His cheeks were bright red, and his skin was hot to the touch, as he was bundled up in a few layers of coats.

Truthfully, his physical condition wasn't what was causing him to be so disoriented.

It was you.

What the fuck was that dream?

Usually, Sunoo couldn't remember his dreams, even if they were fever dreams. But now sitting in the dining hall, nibbling on his breakfast, Sunoo could remember every little thing so clearly in his mind.

He could remember how your room looked, how your bathrobe made your skin look so beautiful, how your plump lips felt against his chest, how fucking gorgeous you look—

Clank!

Sunoo dropped his fork onto the table, the metal cutlery clanking with the porcelain plates around him.

"What's up with him?" Jungwon not-so-quietly whispered to Riki. The two watched, perplexed, as Sunoo's cheeks turned even more red, the older boy's tired eyes squeezing shut as he hid his face in his palms.

Sunoo groaned, looking through his palms to look at his friends' confused expressions.

He felt hot. Maybe it was the fever.

He looked down at his palms, the reddy patches sticky with a thin sheen of sweat.

Definitely not just the fever.

He couldn't get your voice out of his head.

It was well-known that you liked to call everyone a nickname of sorts. It seemed like his nickname was "sweetheart."

Sunoo knew it was innocent, especially when you were fixing him up yesterday. But now with a new context—the context of his not-so innocent dream where you rasped "sweetheart" into his ear— he couldn't help but feel shy.

Sunoo's chest heaved. His tweed coat felt too thick now. His fingertips were held together by threads, and if he wasn't careful, he'd burst with blazing plasma.

Tuning out his friends, Sunoo couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to last night's dream.

He'd absolutely combust if he saw you again. Sunoo had no idea how he'd even look you in the eye, after doing unthinkable things with you in his dream.

God, there was no way that he'd ever let anyone, let alone you, find out about this. He felt like some pervert, some sick creep using you to fuel his nasty fantasies. He was not, but he sure felt like it.

Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere except down at his plate. If he did, he feared that he would catch sight of you, and completely die. As a matter of fact, even hearing the names of your friends in passing made his stomach do flips.

The school bell rang, and now Sunoo had to drag himself to class. Murmuring a small good-bye to his friends, his heavy footsteps took him where his first period morning class would be.

Gosh, he fell asleep almost immediately last night! Quick, was there homework that he was supposed to complete? His morning class started with his elective, botany.

Botany, botany, botany, he repeated in his head, jotting his memory. There weren't any notes due until the end of the week, and the closest test from today is two weeks. So why did he feel like he was missing something? Was there a presentation that he didn't remember? Maybe they were having a lab today and he forgot to bring his gloves. Or maybe—

Sunoo stopped in his tracks.

Just as he was cooling down, he felt his skin erupt with goosebumps, warmth overtaking his entire body.

If it weren't for his acute awareness of his surroundings, Sunoo would have tripped over his feet.

Because you decided to appear.

Oh fuck, why were you right there? Standing across the hall from him, all prettied up and completely oblivious to the hell that you were putting Sunoo through.

Had you always looked so pretty?

Of course, Sunoo recalled how perfect your face looked at all times, how jaw-dropping you managed to look even when you didn't try. The way that the light reflected off your skin made you look like you were glowing. Like a halo.

Sunoo's face burned. You definitely looked prettier in real life than in his dream. Not even the intricate workings of his brain could capture your beauty.

A strangled noise escaped Sunoo's throat, his face turning as white as a ghost, eyes big as saucers.

No, no, no! Sunoo squeezed his eyes shut. Of course. He had morning Botany with you! How could he forget!

"Move, you nerd!" someone grumbled as they shoved past him. Usually, on any other day, Sunoo would cuss back at them, maybe shove past them even harder. But all he could do now was stand back dazed.

He forced himself to pick up his feet again. After all, class was starting, and the bell would ring in a matter of minutes.

What was harder than pulling himself out of his daze was walking into that Botany lecture hall. Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere that wasn't his shoes, in fear that if he even caught a glimpse of you, he'd evaporate.

With quick, hasty steps, Sunoo scurried along the sides of the hall, ignoring the little hi's and good morning's from his classmates.

And just as he thought he successfully made it to his seat...

"Good morning, Kim!"

To say that Sunoo nearly jumped out of his skin would be an understatement.

As you appeared before his seat, seemingly out of thin air, Sunoo felt every inch of his body flare up with warmth.

You looked even better up-close.

"Oh— Uh—" Sunoo couldn't help the way he stared at you with wide eyes, his lips agape.

"Good— Um, Good morning, [N-Name]," was all he could manage out.

You stared at him for a few moments, blinking a few times, before a wide smile broke out on your lips.

You reached out, your hand resting gently on the crown of his head, completely oblivious to the way that the boy tensed under your touch. "How does your head feel, sweetheart?"

Sunoo completely forgot that he'd sustained a head injury earlier. How could he remember when something (or someone) else was making his head hurt?

"I-It's good!" he stammered quickly, words tripping over themselves. "I'm good!"

You cocked your head, your brows furrowing.

"No one picked on you, right?" you looked around, leaning closer to him— close enough that he could feel your breath on his neck. "Did any of my friends try bothering you again?"

Sunoo flushed at the proximity. This was feeling a little too familiar.

"No!" Sunoo nearly shouted. When everyone turned to look at him weirdly, the room falling silent for a mere second, he muttered a quick sorry. "I mean— No, n-no one bothered me again."

You nodded slowly, before you brought your hand to his forehead. "You're feeling a little warm, sweetie. You aren't sick, aren't you?"

If he had less self-awareness, Sunoo would have run around that lecture hall a few times, dunked his face in a bucket of iced water, and maybe even screamed a few times before answering your question. But he couldn't, so all he could do was shake his head no.

"Good," you said with a smile. "I'll see you around."

With that, you turned on your heel, and went back to your seat.

Class started, but Sunoo couldn't quite focus.

Sunoo felt like this had to be some joke. It felt like Jungwon or Riki were about to come out behind the curtains and scream "Gotcha!" in his face.

Because why on earth were you and him on the same path to the boys' dormitory?

After his daily study session in the library, Sunoo figured that the chances of him running into you again would be low.

But lo and behold, as Sunoo was on his way back to his dorm, you materialized from thin air and started walking with him. In silence, of course, but you greeted him with a smile.

Even after 10 hours of being out and about, you still managed to look so perfect.

In all the years that he'd attended this Academy, Sunoo's never seen you take this route, let alone go to the boys' dormitory.

Did you have a boyfriend? Or a special relationship with a boy? Sunoo's stomach dropped. What if he's been thinking about you all this time when you were taken already?

Sunoo opened his mouth to talk, but you beat him to it.

"Sooo, Sunoo," you said in a dreamy, sing-songy voice. "How's your day been?"

Torture, because of you. "I-It's been okay."

You hummed. "That's good to hear."

Silence.

It wasn't like he was in love with you. But for some reason, it bothered Sunoo that you could be heading to the boys' dorm for a possible boyfriend. He just needed to know.

"Where are you— Where are you headed?" Sunoo winced at his question. You probably thought he was weird now. He felt hot all over.

You smiled, clicking your tongue with a playful eye roll. "Just to my cousin's dorm. He just transferred here so my parents want me to help him move in."

Sunoo blinked.

Oh.

"Th-That's nice," Sunoo quipped. "I'm just going back to my— uh— dorm."

Of course he'd be going back to his own dorm! Sunoo chided in his head. You definitely thought he was an idiot by now.

The trip up the stairs and down the hall was quiet, awfully silent— only the distant sound of students and footsteps filling the air.

Eventually, the two of you met a stop.

"I should be turning at this corner now; his room is just down that hall," you said to him, earning a nod. "Thanks for walking with me, Sunoo."

"Of course," Sunoo said back shyly, a small smile on his lips. " 'It's my pleasure."

"No seriously," you continued, a bashful smile on your lips. "The halls during this time of year are a little sketchy. Sometimes, I can't even trust my own guy friends to walk me."

Sunoo cocked his head.

"The point is," you said, your eyes unwavering as they met with Sunoo's eyes, "You make me feel safe."

Before Sunoo could respond, you shot him a kind smile, before turning on your heel. "Good night, sweetheart!"

Sunoo was rendered speechless, staring at your retreating back.

"Good night," he muttered under his breath, not audible even to himself. "Sweetheart."

(He definitely thought about this interaction later into the night, and burned up severely.)

Although no one would guess it, the next few weeks were hell for Sunoo. It was almost terrifying.

How did you manage to show up everywhere?

Truly, it felt like everywhere Sunoo went, you just happened to show up.

It started with little things. In the middle of class you would come in to give back a sweater you borrowed from your friend. Sometimes you would come in and sit at the back of class to make up a test that you missed, or to ask the professor any question you had about the upcoming assignment. Each time, you'd wave at Sunoo, sometimes even before you waved at your friends.

All normal, of course. Every time he'd see you, he'd immediately straighten his back to make sure his posture was perfect— maybe even brush his hair out of his eyes and adjust his glasses, all in the hopes that if you looked at him, he wouldn't be a pain to view.

All as if he wasn't screaming on the inside. There was just something about how you always had that dreamy look in your eye, like a princess. How could he possibly look you in the eye?

Sunoo wanted to look perfect and pristine for you, but at the same time, he wanted to disappear under your gaze. Sometimes, he wanted to disappear because he simply couldn't handle the power that your eyes had. Other times he wanted to disappear so that he could look at you— observe every line, perfection, and imperfection of your face— without the existence of others around him.

No matter the time, one thing was common: Sunoo always turned four shades redder whenever you walked into the room. And it was frustrating.

"Why are you red?"

"You look embarrassed. Did you fart or something?"

"Tomato boy."

It was embarrassing, especially because his seatmates always ended up being the biggest assholes anyway.

Then, you began waving to him in the hallway. It started with small waves, sometimes with you mouthing hi or hello. But then you'd sometimes run up to him with a wide smile just to say hi.

Maybe you were just really nice, Sunoo thought, though he'd be lying if he said that he didn't wish you were giving him special treatment. In fact, it made him feel sick just thinking about how you called your friends cute pet names like darling, too. He almost had to excuse himself to the washroom when thinking about you calling other people sweetheart. You were bound to, of course, but that didn't mean that Sunoo particularly liked that idea.

All of these were small little things, pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, especially considering that you were the most popular girl in school.

But then it started getting bad.

And it wasn't your fault.

Why— just why— did you have to be in every single one of his dreams?

The first dream he had about you was already enough. Why did he need a bajillion more?

The dreams ranged from extremely mundane to scary to a bit... raunchy. And yet, you still managed to be in every single one of them.

In the mundane ones, you'd be the person that mutters a remark to him before disappearing.

In the scary ones, you'd be the person that Sun threw over his shoulder as he ran away from the undead.

In the raunchy ones, you'd be under him, your arms thrown around his neck as he lays wet kisses on your skin, basking in the pretty sounds that you make— Too much!

He couldn't help it. He really couldn't.

There were times where Sunoo was afraid to go to sleep. Not because seeing you was a bad thing, but because the aftermath was always bad.

Sunoo always woke up sweaty and burning up. He'd trudge to the shared bathroom and splash water on his face. No matter how cold the water was, whenever he closed his eyes all he could see was your face. Your pretty, pretty, face. You seemed to get prettier with every dream, yet dream-you couldn't ever compare to real life-you.

Seeing your face wasn't the problem. He loved to see it. The problem was that every time he saw your face Sunoo would get all clammy and mushy and warm on the inside. His cheeks would burn, and he'd feel warm all over.

And the hardest part was that every single time, all he could hear was your voice calling him "sweetheart" — over and over, in a hypnotizing cadence that only made him want to fall into your essence even more.

It was weird.

So, so, weird.

And Sunoo thought that he was going to die.

It seemed like Sunoo was always in for a surprise.

By the end of the month, Sunoo managed to convince himself to forget about his dreams completely.

After all, after a few days of doing his best to avoid you, he was able to assure himself that all of these feelings would disappear with time, since his attraction to you was random anyway.

Sure, you're pretty, Sunoo told himself. And very kind and sweet, but it wasn't like you and him were best buds. So whatever delusion that was going on in his head was bound to go nowhere. He was just being a teenager, probably.

He'd never felt this way towards anyone before. It was best to just ignore it.

Sunoo clenched his fists. Yeah, he'd do his damn best to ignore it.

But as he was in line in the Academy's library, preparing to check out a new book about whatever topic he wanted to read up on, Sunoo felt a pair of hands clutch his shoulders.

"Hi, Sunoo!"

Sunoo whipped his head around and jolted, a small "Ah!" leaving his lips. Startled, he nearly dropped his massive hunk of a book, earning a glare from the snobby student-librarians.

It was you.

The moment that he laid eyes on you and your silly little grin, Sunoo's resolve weakened. Like walls of a fortified castle crumbling under the force of a cannon, if Sunoo didn't look away now he'd be absolutely beat.

"H— Hey there, [Name]," he said quietly, tearing his eyes away from you and turning back to the front, holding his book close to his chest.

"Whatcha got there?" you asked him curiously. He could still feel your hands on his shoulders squeezing him playfully.

Sunoo looked down at his book.

Thematic Cartography and Geovisualization?

Oh god, you were definitely going to think he was a nerd.

"Nothing..." he murmured, clutching the book even closer to him.

You shook him by his shoulders playfully, a little chuckle coming from your lips. "Oh, c'mon! I know that massive book isn't just 'nothing.' What're you reading?"

"It's..." Sunoo winced. "It's embarrassing."

You pouted, a little hmph! coming from you.

"Next!" the librarian called, and Sunoo moved forward in the line to check out his book, though he was distracted by the way that you still continued to cling to him.

"You didn't— You didn't get a book?" Sunoo asked as you followed him to a library table, your hands empty.

"Nope," you said smoothly. "I'm just here to study!"

"Oh." Sunoo blinked, pushing up his glasses. It was quiet and he didn't know what to say. "What are you studying?"

"I'll tell you," you smiled, "Only if you tell me what your book is about."

He sighed. Sunoo sat down, and naturally, you followed suit, sitting across from him. He plopped his massive book down onto the table, and slowly slid it over to you.

Your brows furrowed together as you read its title.

Sunoo's cheeks burned. You definitely think he's some nerd. How embarrassing.

You finally looked up at him. Only, instead of looking at him with condescension or ridicule, you looked embarrassed.

"Um," your brows knitted together further. "What's cartography?"

Sunoo stared at you. You don't think he's weird?"

"I-I'm sorry," you continued, letting out a deep breath. You looked perplexed. "I'm not very smart. I don't know what cartography is. Or what geo-something-something is. Can you explain it to me?"

He stared at you again.

After what you just said, there was no way that he'd possibly let his feelings for you fade away. There were a lot of things that Sunoo couldn't agree with when it came to the popular kids at his school. But here he understood why hoards of boys would be at your feet, begging for just one chance.

The corners of his lips lifted. The bashful look on your face was... cute.

"It's okay," he began. "Cartography is just the science of making maps."

You looked even more confused, but also relieved. Relieved that he wasn't going to make fun of you for not knowing. "There's a science behind making maps?"

"Hm," Sunoo paused to think, "Not exactly. But there's a lot of thought that goes behind making maps."

"Why?"

Sunoo thought he was going to fall in love. He loved his friends, of course, but none of them were ever as curious about his interests as you were.

"Well," Sunoo's hands joined to make a circular shape. "The Earth is a three-dimensional globe." You nodded to show that you were listening, staring at him with curious eyes. "Imagine even trying to transfer a 3D globe onto a flat, two-dimensional surface. It's pretty difficult to do without intense distortion."

You nodded slowly, your eyes narrowing.

"Was I rambling?" Sunoo asked quietly, so quietly that he didn't even think you could hear him.

"No!" you jumped to answer, earning a glare from the librarian. "I'm just trying to process it."

After a few moments of silence, you sucked in a deep breath. "I get it now, sweetie. You're so smart."

"Th-Thank you..." Sunoo stuttered out. Did he really just ramble to you about maps? And did you actually just listen to him with interest? "What are you studying?"

"Oh, me?" you looked down, embarrassed again. "It's just history. I can't wrap my head around it and I have an exam next Wednesday."

"Oh...." Sunoo blinked. "I can help you."

And that's how he got invited to your dorm.

(And to hell with forgetting his feelings!)

Truth be told, you weren't the person that everyone thought you were.

It seemed like, to the rest of the school, you were just a perfect little angel. And the fact that you rejected every guy that made advances toward you only helped that image grow.

Everyone thought you were perfect, beautiful, and most of all, untouchable.

And that couldn't be any further than the truth.

The truth was simply that no one was good enough for you.

Everyone had an essence of snobbery to them, something that you just couldn't get past. You wanted someone raw and genuine, someone that had more substance to them than just their daddy's money.

Which was why you wanted Sunoo Kim.

And you wanted him bad.

There was something so fucking attractive amount the way he'd push up his glasses, eyes squinting to get a better look of the board as he messily jotted down notes.

There was something so charming about the way he clenched his jaw when he was concentrated, his brows furrowing.

There was something that made your stomach flip whenever he rolled up his sleeves to do some math problem that you probably couldn't understand.

There was something that made you so obsessed whenever he swiped his tongue over his plush lips, his eyes brightening as he explained his favorite topic.

God, you didn't just want him. You needed him.

All these years, you did everything with him at the back of your mind. Would Sunoo Kim look up from his massive textbook if you wore this skirt? Maybe he'd even breathe in your direction if you got a better grade on this exam.

You didn't get it. Everyone looked at you, yet the only person that you wanted to look at you did not.

You wanted Sunoo Kim, and you wanted him bad.

You and Sunoo agreed to meet on Monday and Tuesday to help you study for your history exam on Wednesday.

On Monday, the two of you met in the library right after school. It was a quiet, focused session, covering all the necessary sections in a short amount of time. For the first time ever, you actually understood the concepts!

On Tuesday, the two of you agreed to meet in your dorm at 7PM, because that was when you knew your roommates would be gone.

You glanced at the analogue clock pinned high on the wall near the entrance of your dormitory. Every dorm room had one, as mandated by the school to promote punctuality— all the exact same model with a red-brown base, serif lettering, and a gold trim. Yet, the clock in your dorm felt slower, much slower than it should.

6:47PM, it read, the slow ticks pushing off the walls as if to tease you.

Couldn't 7PM come any faster?

Your eyes fell over to your roommate's mirror in the corner of her desk.

The Academy's uniform was strict. Collared button-up, the school blazer with its crest crisply embroidered on, for girls the skirt at a reasonable length: it was all very stringent. All students were required to wear the uniform during school hours.

This study session with Sunoo would not be during school hours. You picked out your best top— a pretty, white top with a delicate lace trim. You always got the most stares when you wore this one (and hopefully, Sunoo would stare at you).

You never thought that you had to put any more effort into your appearance than you usually did, but as the clock ticked on the wall, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

You knew you were pretty, but what if Sunoo didn't think the same? Did you look weird today? You swore your face was feeling puffy earlier— should you do something? What if you suddenly woke up today and you morphed into a frog-like creature, and everybody knew except you?

You picked at your fingernails as you waited (im)patiently for 7PM to come. Your palms felt a little clammy, and your heart pounded in your chest with each passing minute.

And finally, just when all of your self-confidence was beginning to slip from your grasp, you heard a knock at your door.

If it was anybody else, you would've taken your time to get to the door, maybe even shout a little "Just a minute!"

But because it was the Sunoo Kim, you couldn't help but eagerly scurry to the door. You would've been embarrassed because Sunoo could 100% hear your loud footsteps as you rushed to the door, but you were too engulfed by your nerves to even think of it.

"Hi, sweetheart!" you blurted the second you opened your door, a bright smile on your face. There Sunoo stood, with his delicate face and thin gold-rim glasses, looking composed and focused as ever. And god did that make you want him.

"Oh, hi," Sunoo said coolly, pushing up the glasses on his nose. Though, you missed the way his eyes twitched, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he sucked in a sharp breath.

The two of you stood at the door for a few moments, just staring at each other. Your smile never faltered. If anyone were to see you, they'd see hearts in your eyes and a sparkly, pink lovey-dovey aura radiating off of you.

"Come in!" you said cheerfully, letting the boy into your dorm.

The two of you got to work pretty quickly. If there was one thing about Sunoo that you could appreciate, it was his sheer willpower and concentration when it came to academics.

It wasn't like you didn't try in school. That couldn't be further from the truth; you always tried your best, even when your best didn't earn you the best marks.

Sunoo was just another level. You couldn't understand how he did it. He was so focused and intelligent, it made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

The moment that he stepped inside, he had your textbook and notes cracked open immediately, asking you questions that were just a little too difficult for your mind to wrap around.

"What?!" you cried, your face scrunching as jumbled words that you couldn't understand fell from his lips. You looked at Sunoo incredulously. "We did not study that!"

You could have sworn Sunoo chuckled at your confusion, his eyes squeezing into thin crescents as the corner of his lips lifted. Usually, you'd feel embarrassed for not quite being the brightest, but Sunoo never made you feel that way.

"Lee is your professor," Sunoo pushed up his glasses, unable to hold back airy chuckles at your outrage. You nodded. "Well, he's notorious for his ridiculous trick questions, right? As your study-buddy, it's my duty to prepare you as best as I can."

That's when you got up from your desk chair and flopped over onto your bed, groaning into your pillows.

"Why do you have to be so thoroughhhh?" you whined, kicking your feet.

Your heart fluttered when Sunoo laughed.

Yes, laughed.

It was high-pitched and breathy, like he was sucking in breaths of air only to push it out with a pretty giggle.

You whipped your head around, picking it up from the pillow. You stared at the boy with wide eyes.

God, how could anyone be so beautiful?

You watched the boy laugh, completely and utterly infatuated with him. He was so cute. You needed him now.

You threw your head back into the pillow, continuing to groan and whine, in the hopes that it would make him laugh.

"You hate meeeeeee," you whined, "You hate meeeee!"

"I don't!" Sunoo laughed, his hands slapping his knees, "I don't hate you."

You whined again, kicking your feet. "You doooo."

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, filled with quiet giggles. From your desk, Sunoo nudged you with his foot, earning another cute whine from you.

You were cute. And hardworking and enthusiastic. But that wasn't a surprise to Sunoo.

Sunoo watched as you shouted at your roommate who came back to the dorm to fetch something she left behind.

"Hurry up, Yujin!" you chided quietly, trying to get Yujin out of the dorm as quickly as possible... before your momentum with Sunoo was lost. "Move it, move it!"

"Geez, sorry!" Yujin rummaged through her things, trying to look for whatever she forgot.

When Yujin finally left, you never closed the door any fast, eagerly turning back to Sunoo and plopping down on your bed.

"Sorry, sweetie" you murmured, a frown on your face. "My friends are having a party tonight and Yujin forgot her lipstick, or something. Her stupid crush is there so she needs to look 'perfect' or whatever."

"Party?" Sunoo cocked a brow.

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes. "It's for someone's birthday."

Sunoo narrowed his eyes.

Did you skip your friends' birthday party just to study for your history exam?

Pause.

Did you just ditch your friends just to study with him?

A strange noise came out of Sunoo's lips as his cheeks felt warm.

Relax, he thought. It wasn't like it was a date or anything. Surely, you were just trying to get a good grade. That's why you chose to study instead of party.

"I was gonna go," you said smoothly, looking at your nails, "But how could I miss out on time with you?"

Sunoo's ears burned.

"Oh— Well—" Just as words were becoming coherent in his head, you just had to drop that on him. He spluttered. "Thank you...? I-I— I mean—"

You chuckled. You got off the bed and joined Sunoo again at your desk. "Let's study, sweetheart."

For the next hour or so, the two of you were in a deep study session. Every word that you read and every word that fell from Sunoo's mouth, you soaked up like a sponge. You needed to pass this exam, and even more, you needed to make Sunoo's efforts worth it. He already spent yesterday and today helping you; you did not want to waste his time and fail.

Your dorm room was quiet now. Other than the sound of pages turning, pencils on parchment, and the distant sound of partying down the halls, the room was silent. From time to time, someone would run down the halls, probably running after their friend. You and Sunoo would look up at each other and share a chuckle.

You had just finished a practice test a few minutes ago, and now Sunoo was grading it for you. Meanwhile, you read up on your notes once again. Holding the notebook up, you hid behind it, creating a wall between you and Sunoo.

You feared that if you could see Sunoo, you wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Well, just him being in the same room as you was already enough to make your mind drift. How could you not?

His concentrated expression made you feel weak to your knees, his fox-like eyes drilling into your practice test. His skin looked so perfect and airbrushed, you just wanted to pounce on him and mark it up and—

Okay, too far.

But still.

You've been studying for a good hour now. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, right?

You peeked over the side of your notebook to catch a glimpse of Sunoo. He was minding his own business and doing it quietly, but he looked so good that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Yep, this was the break that your eyes needed, from those hunking paragraphs of text and difficult-to-read stimuli.

"Do you need something?" Sunoo asked, not moving his eyes from the practice test that he was currently grading.

You felt your cheeks heat up. How did he notice your staring so quickly? This must mean that he could always notice you staring at him! Fuck, fuck, fuck, were you weird? He definitely thought you were weird now, and—

"N-Nothing," you stammered out, immediately burying yourself back into your notebook. In fact, you even went as far as turning your entire back from him out of embarrassment.

So embarrassing!

"I don't mind..." Sunoo murmured.

You snapped your head over to him. "W-What?"

Did you hear him correctly?

"I said..." This time, it was Sunoo's turn to hide his head behind the paper, making it impossible for you to see face. "I said I don't mind if you stare at me."

You felt light-headed.

Everything— from the deep espresso scent in the air to Sunoo's soft cologne to the way his moles littered his skin to the way he was sat so attractively at your desk, spouting intelligent nonsense at you to the very way that his glasses sat on his nose— everything about Sunoo was driving you mad.

Insane.

You didn't feel like yourself. You didn't feel like the perfect angel that everyone wanted you to be.

You felt like a selfish animal about to pounce on another. You felt like you were going to sink your teeth into his neck and ravage him.

Your head was spinning. Everything was spinning. Your skin felt hot, your mouth dry, as if it needed something to satiate it now. You were thirsty, thirsty for Sunoo, and nothing would be able to satisfy you but him.

And before you could even control yourself, you threw aside your notebook, grabbed Sunoo's face, and smashed your lips against his.

In that moment, it felt like all time stopped.

You couldn't feel anything, other than your hands that delicately clutched Sunoo's face, and your lips that were pressed against his. Your heart pounded in your ears. You felt like you were tied to a pyre, burnt like a sinner at the stake, yet it felt good.

But the moment that you heard Sunoo's breath hitch in his throat, a guttural sound tumbling out, you regained your senses.

Immediately, you pulled away, stumbling back as you caught your breath.

Sunoo's face was bright red as he stared at you. He took heavy breaths, almost like he wasn't breathing before.

"I-I'm—" you blurted, your mind not quite thinking straight. When your eyes met with Sunoo's you nearly bursted. "I-I'm so sorry— I don't know what came over me."

Sunoo only stared at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. What on earth did you just do? Suddenly, you were hit with regret and embarrassment.

You spluttered, apologies and jumbled words spilling out of your lips. Yet, Sunoo wasn't listening.

Your words fell upon deaf ears.

Sunoo was too busy staring at your lips.

And if you weren't too busy apologizing, you would notice the way Sunoo's teeth dug into his bottom lip, his fists clenching as his nails prodded into his palms. You would notice the way Sunoo stared at you with glazed over eyes, how his pupils were blown out.

You would notice Sunoo's own self-control slipping out of his grasp.

After all the torment that he's been through— all your light touches, appearances in his dreams, and goddamn pretty smiles— Sunoo could feel his resolve being torn from his hands. He did his best; he dug his claws into what determination and control he had, but alas, it wasn't enough.

And as fast as you could blink, Sunoo grabbed your wrist and pulled you in against his chest.

Holding you by the waist, Sunoo gripped your chin.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was desperate. "Please, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whispered, your hands sliding up his chest to hold his broad shoulders. "Yes, please kiss me."

As the last syllable left your lips, Sunoo wasted no time crashing his lips against yours.

Unlike his usual quiet and calm self, his lips were the complete opposite. They were rough and hungry, eating you like a starved man. You whined against his lips, gripping Sunoo's hair with weak fingers.

It was a messy kiss. An inexperienced, messy kiss that any of your friends would jeer about. No rhythm, no ebb or flow, just feeling.

But to you, this was what you needed.

You could taste the desperation on Sunoo's tongue; the taste of someone pushed to the edge and now finally tipping over. It sent electric waves of warmth down your skin, your stomach doing flips as his hands roamed.

Then, Sunoo gently pushed you onto the bed, his lips swollen as he peered down at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked quickly, making sure that he didn't push too hard.

You only smiled. "Mhm."

Sunoo got on top of you, being careful to not crush you under him.

It looked just like his dream.

The smell of espresso coffee in the air, the two of you in bed, and did you think he wouldn't notice the white lace top that you chose to wear? Just for him.

Sunoo leaned on his elbows for support as he was on top of you, leaning in to kiss you.

Except, before his lips could meet yours, you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him.

Sunoo looked at you concerned, like a deer in headlights. Had he done something wrong?

But you only smiled.

Gently, you put your hands on his glasses, straightening them out. They had gotten crooked earlier when the two of you first kissed.

"Can I take these off, sweetie?" you asked.

Shivers ran down his spine at the nickname. Sunoo hummed, too eager to kiss you to even care if he'd be half-blind without them. You took his glasses off, putting it on your bedside table.

Sunoo took your face in his hands, his fox-like eyes staring into your eyes.

"You look so beautiful," he breathed. Sunoo's head dived for your neck. His breath tickled your skin, making you let out a whimper. "So, so, so beautiful."

With that, Sunoo began pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck. With each kiss you let out a moan, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck and pulling at his hair. Your legs wrapped around him, your head falling back into the pillows to give Sunoo better access.

"Su— Sunoo— ahh," you struggled out, especially when Sunoo sucked on your skin. Although he was only kissing your neck, your entire body felt like jelly, including your brain. "Sunoo— I-I'm sensi— sensitive there."

"Sensitive where?" Sunoo asked simply, ignoring the way that you squirmed under him.

When you could only moan in response, you could feel Sunoo grin against you.

His lips nipped at your collarbone. "Sensitive here?"

"A-Ah—" you moaned, your arm jerking out to grip the bed sheets below you.

Sunoo kissed a wet line to your jugular, right at the center of your neck. "What about here?"

When all you could do was whimper, he grinned again. His lips traveled to the very side of your neck, just under your ear.

"What about here?" he asked again.

But instead of a moan or whimper, you laughed. You threw your head back again, pulling Sunoo's head into your chest in an embrace as soft giggles left your lips.

"I'm ticklish there," you giggled out. You bring a hand up to brush up against that spot on your neck. You grinned softly. "Sorry, I'm ticklish there I guess."

Sunoo nodded into your shoulder. He took in your scent, the feeling of you pressed up against him. He didn't mind that your little session was interrupted by something light-hearted. After all, he got to learn something about you, no matter how small.

And just as Sunoo was listening to your heartbeat, you pulled him back.

"Turn over," you instructed. He did just that. You were now on top of him. "My turn."

Just like in his dream.

He was in for a long night.

"Sunoo!" you shouted, your legs moving faster than you could think. The moment that you spotted his familiar back, you pounced on him, throwing your arms around him. "Sunoo, guess what?!"

Sunoo looked over his shoulder, swallowing back any embarrassment and shyness as you hugged him. Everyone in the hallway was staring at you by now, but it seemed like you didn't care. And if you didn't care, then he didn't care either. "What?"

You turned the boy over. It was now that he noticed the papers in your hands. You shoved it in his face, big red numbers at the forefront.

"One hundred percent!" you exclaimed. It was your history exam. "I got one hundred percent!"

The two of you celebrated (i.e. you hugged Sunoo) in the hallway, completely ignoring anyone that was staring. After all, it was Wednesday afternoon and the dining period was ending soon.

"Good job," Sunoo smiled. He was happy. "You did great."

"I couldn't have done it without you!" Your smile was so bright that it could light up the entire academy. You threw your arms around him again, this time pushing your face into his neck. You squeezed him. "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

You pulled back, looking at him with big, glimmering eyes. You took his hands in yours, squeezing them excitedly.

Feeling bold, Sunoo pushed up his glasses before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Your neck," he rasped, "I can see the hickeys."

Your eyes widened into saucers at that, immediately fixing your shirt's collar. Your face was painted with shyness, squeezing your eyes shut. Your panic was so evident that anyone could probably tell. So cute.

"Just kidding," Sunoo chuckled, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from you, ignoring your cute shouting as you followed after him.

Yeah, he'd regret that later. After all, you had him on a leash, and there was no way in hell that he could escape you.

He wasn't going to sleep tonight, one way or another. Not if it's you.

#star-sim #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #sunoo #sunoo kim #kim sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo fluff #sunoo fic #sunoo imagines #kim sunoo x reader #kim sunoo fluff #enhypen sunoo #vanya-writes

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hurtspideyparker · 6 months

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One night in the lab Peter finds an old prototype of the EDITH glasses and puts them on.

"Look Mr. Stark! I am Iron Man," he says with a deep voice.

"C'mon kid, that's the best impression you got?" Tony says before looking up.

He sees Peter with those rectangular frames and big grin. For a moment he thinks he's looking at old publicity photos of himself. A confident Tony Stark, tinted glasses and cocky smile, hair fluffed up and oozing manly charm.

Tony's easy smile drops a bit at the thought of Peter being anything like who he used to be.

"Oh sorry for talking over you Ms. Potts I just like the sound of my own voice more than hearing about the safety of our company. I'm too cool to apologize so I'll buy you a zoo for endangered species later honey," Peter tries again with the mocking deep voice.

Tony is quick to recover from the odd deja-vu feeling of seeing the teenager in the frame of a mirror, focusing back on his hologram.

"Yeah because I call the love of my life by her last name. And for your information it was an alpaca sanctuary, and she loved it." Tony corrects, pointing a pen at Peter in rebuke without looking up from his work.

"I chose to be respectful over accurate. Also I saw those alpaca photos and one of them was trying to chew on her skirt, she didn't look very impressed." Peter replies with a matter of fact press of his lips.

Tony glances back at the boy only to find himself unable to look away. He can't help but hear echoes of "I just wanted to be like you!" when he sees the boy wearing frames reminiscent of Tony's classic fashion sense.

Tony thinks about Howard, how he used to run laps to prove he was good enough, better than, worthy of being his son.

He was never enough for Howard.

"You're always better at remembering that kind of stuff than me anyways kid."

Peter is taken back by the earnest tone the older man suddenly possesses. His mouth opens but no words come out in reply, Tony looking at him as if he can see right through the spiderling.

"Now stop playing with my old crap and c'mere, we have some important decisions to make," Tony waves him over to look at something on his phone.

When Peter gets close enough he sees that it's a food delivery app, Tony's fingers hovering between an Indian and Thai restaurant.

Peter shoots him another grin, "I vote for samosas!"

Tony rolls his eyes but clicks on the Indian restaurant anyways.

Peter notices in the reflection of the phone that he still has the glasses on, reaching up to remove them before Tony puts a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"Keep em on, it's the first time you've ever looked cool enough to hang out with me. The tech in those is useless anyways, they're just a pair of sunglasses now."

Peter looks up at his mentor with such awe and admiration that Tony nearly melts like butter under the sun.

Tony may not do many things right when it comes to people, but he knows that even when he was still young and naive he'd known better than to ever look at Howard like that.

So maybe there's one thing he hasn't screwed up.

#peter parker #tony stark #spider man #marvel mcu #irondad and spiderson #iron man

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi mum can we get more dr rem PLEASE :3

Always pookie <3

cw: implicit nausea and vomit, no description

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus picks up on the third ring. “Hello?”

The sound of his voice makes you smile even in your sorry state. “Hi, Remus.”

“Hi.” Something softens in his tone; you like to think he’s smiling too. “I’m not late to pick you up, am I? I’ve only just got home from work.”

“No, so did I.” You lean your forehead on the cool ceramic of your toilet tank, thanking your past self for having cleaned it just yesterday. “I actually…I’m sorry, I think I’m going to need a raincheck.”

A pause. “Oh.” You wince at the disappointment in his voice. “That’s too bad. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve just caught a bug,” you say. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much fun.”

“You’re always fun,” Remus replies warmly, and you smile. “Are you not feeling well?”

“Not great,” you hedge. You’ve been dating Remus long enough to know how he worries, and you don’t want that. “I’ll live, though. Maybe we can meet later in the week?”

“Or,” he says, low and coaxing, “I could come over now and make you some soup.”

You almost sigh, it sounds so nice. What you wouldn’t give to have him rub your back, carry you to bed and press a kiss to your brow. But you’re a mess right now, and you’re trying to save him from it.

“I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” you say reluctantly. “Anyway, it’s not that kind of sick.”

“Tell me your symptoms.”

“Ew,” you laugh. “Take me to dinner first, Lupin.”

“Well, I did try,” he says, and you can almost hear his smile through the phone. It catches just as easily as it does in person. “Seriously, love, how do you feel? Do you know what it is?”

“Not necessarily, but it’s really not bad. I just don’t want to infect you.”

“I could probably help.”

“But when you got sick I’d feel awful,” you tell him sincerely. “Thank you, but really, don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a ring when I’m no longer a biohazard, okay?”

Remus harrumphs, but when he speaks his voice still crackles with fondness. “Alright.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

You hear him echo you as you lower the phone from your ear, setting it on the bathroom floor before following it down. You don’t feel secure enough in your stomach to leave the toilet just yet, so you curl up on the small mat by the shower and succumb to the exhaustion that’s been chasing you since lunchtime.

~~~

“Oh, sweetheart.”

You wake to a warm hand on your even warmer shoulder, startling a bit as you pull your face from the rug. Remus is looking down at you with an awful little crease between his brows.

“Remus?” you ask, just to be sure.

“Hi,” he says softly. “You didn’t sound this bad over the phone, you know. I’d have rushed if I knew you were about to take a nap on the floor.”

You blink, trying to clear the fog from your brain. “How’d you get in here?”

“You showed me the spare key when I took care of your plants, remember?” Remus looks a bit sorry, wedging a hand underneath your ribs to encourage you sitting up. “I did try to call, but I think you must have slept through it.”

“Oh,” you murmur, getting upright and crossing your legs underneath you awkwardly.

He smiles thinly and sets a hand to your forehead. The gesture feels oddly intimate. You’ve slept with this man, met his friends, shown him where you keep your spare key, and somehow this feels intimate.

Remus makes a terribly lovely cooing sound. You think you might just die right here.

“You’re burning,” he says worriedly. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Since about lunch,” you admit.

“Yeah?” He frowns, cupping your face in the basin of his palm. “How’d you fare at work?”

“I got sick in the bathroom, but then I just finished out the day.” Remus’ frown is starting to look mortifyingly near to a pout. “It wasn’t this bad then, I don’t think. It got worse once I was home.”

He hums. “Do you know how you caught it?”

You glance at the toilet, horrified at the sight of your unflushed sick inside. “Some of my coworkers went home sick, but…look, Remus, it was really nice of you to come, but you don’t have to be here.” You say this with your cheek tucked into his palm, soaking up the feeling of his touch. “It’s way too early for you to see me like this.”

“Oh?” One corner of his mouth twitches, but he keeps his expression curious. “Why’s that?”

“Because…because.” You try to imbue your tone with some sternness. “It’s the standard progression of things. Peeing together, saying I love you, then you see me when I’m sick.”

Remus nods, humming pensively. His thumb strokes at your cheek. “You want to pee together before saying I love you? That’s interesting.”

You feel your face heat, which you didn’t know was even possible at this point. You thought surely you’d maxed out. “I’m serious.”

“Alright,” he says. Soft, pacifying. “All that notwithstanding, I’m afraid I can’t leave you like this, lovely girl. I’ll avert my eyes if you want me to, but I’m really not too worried about seeing you any way you can be, so I think it might be easier on you if you didn’t worry about it either.”

You wither. “But I’m gross.”

He frowns. “You’re not. You’re just not feeling your best right now, and that’s fine. Let me take care of you.”

You look at him for a few moments, and Remus looks back. His amber stare is steady. Finally, you give in to your more pathetic urges and nod.

“Alright.” He gives your cheek another tender stroke. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again now?”

“No,” you say meekly. It feels weird to discuss these things with him, but Remus acts like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Perfect. Think you can make it to bed?”

You definitely can, but Remus still walks you the whole way, one arm around your waist and his attention cautiously on your feet should you stumble. He gets you situated under the covers, forbidding more than one blanket until your fever comes down, and goes back into the bathroom to get the supplies he’d brought with him.

You hear the toilet flush and cringe, but he comes back out like nothing happened.

“I wasn’t sure what to bring since you wouldn't tell me what you had on the phone,” there’s a bit of light admonishment to his tone as he sits on the edge of your mattress with a paper bag, “so I brought most of my medicine cabinet. Do you want some anti-nausea, or are you still alright for now?”

“Yes, please,” you say in a small voice. Remus passes you a cup of water before shaking a pill into his hand. He watches as you take it.

“You’re going to want to keep taking small sips of that,” he tells you. “It sounds like you’re right and it’s just a stomach bug, so we’ll probably keep you off solid foods for a little while. You just let me know when you’re feeling up to some crackers or something, okay?”

“Okay,” you echo him. Your heart suddenly feels as warm and tender as if your fever were affecting it, too. You’re enamored with the idea that you could go to sleep, right now, and Remus would still be here to take care of you when you wake up. He’d probably hold your hand if you asked, or read you something, or just sit with you if that was what you wanted. It makes you feel pathetically teary to think of being so cared for.

Something shifts in Remus’ expression. He looks at you more closely, pushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You swallow. “Just, thanks for coming.”

Remus smiles. “Changing our minds about the standard progression of things, are we?” But before you get a chance to hide under your covers and never come out, he leans forward, kissing your cheek. “Don’t mention it.”

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bits and such, about him.

summary: he loves you in his own way. (aka expanded hcs on how he shows his love to you)

note: i want an isagi so bad at this point i will just cry. also i miss sae. nagi is kinda there ig (jk nagi u shojo protag). sometimes thinking about these guys are very comforting even when it comes out as pure brainrot. warning: none, just fluff. isagi is downbad, sae is a house cat variant, and nagi is something else. reader's gender unspecified, implied post canon au.

characters: isagi, sae, nagi

isagi falls in love with you again and again over the smallest things. it could be you rearranging your things, it could be you looking up to the sky, it could be you crouching alongside him, it could be you laughing at something he finds actually unfunny—repeatedly, without fail it keeps happening. in these sorts of moments, it is very obvious too. his breath would come to a halt slowly, his shoulder sagged, his mouth opening into a silent gape, all while his blue eyes would stare at you, filled with feelings that are impossible to word out. his signs are obvious enough that even strangers could know them. the worst thing is that on times like this, it means isagi yoichi's infamously smart brain will go on a holiday for a bit. adding to the fact that his eyes rarely leave you whenever you are in his vicinity, this means it happens a lot in a public setting. after the third time of seeing this happening right in front of them, most of his friends sort of agree that it would be best to leave the lovesick, down-bad isagi alone. more for their sakes because all they get is either a dumb "huh" that is very cute actually or a very angry, on-field tone of "shut the fuck up fucking donkey i'm admiring right now" which unfortunately did happen to a genius, a speedster, and a king. it nearly ended in a bloodbath multiple times but at least you know he is a man that could not be moved.

sae likes it when you play with his hair and vice versa. the annoying thing, though, is that he rather doesn't say shit for three days than admitting this to your face. some call it an acute case of terrible communication skill some call it kuudere rizz—nobody knows which one is the correct term but the good thing is this guy speaks louder through his action than his words. which mean acting like a spoiled house cat with shitty attention seeking tendencies—where you could be working or resting your exhausted leg and without any warning, you will have his head on your lap. don't bother protesting, you will lose the inevitable staring contest. just play with his hair, comb it, pat it, arrange it while praising him—just spoil him. and if he says "your hair is wet" even right after you dry it off, just sit down and let him " dry" your hair. no, it's not an alibi to have you chatter while he listens and touches your hair. no, he does not kiss you on the hair you are imagining shit. and no don't let anyone touch your hair. sae's possessive streak is a rare thing but if anyone touches your hair, that's just asking for it. honestly, it will be easier for both of you if he just says "hey can we forego the hairdryer and have your head on my lap instead this time" but this is an itoshi bloodline elder. the best he could manage is just suddenly burying his face in your hair or suddenly touching it when he is not in the mood to play a game. again, like a cat just taking something he wants. the cat is handsome and loving in his own way though.

nagi turns out to be a very very vocal person when it comes to you. aw, he must be away for a week because of a match? good luck to everyone on his team because he will whine about it every minute or so. some wanted to murder him, but thank god, an "if you look cool don't you think they will be happy?" is enough to shut him up—on camera at least. and wow he thinks you look good in your clothes? you will know it. nagi will say "wear it again", " it suits you", and many other short sentences indeed—he is still not a wordsmith—but simply by the sheer frequency of his praise? everyone and their grandma will know it. one time a brave, poor soul asked him "why the fuck are you so noisy about them?!"—and turns out it is simply because he likes your reaction to his words. you could respond back with cheer, with a calm suave, or sometimes flustered laugh, and nagi eats those up. remember to have special reactions for him though, since he is not above copying a koala or maybe some flirty toucan to have those. nagi has been a tad bit shameless though, despite everything, therefore maybe it's not unsurprising that he kinda of becomes after getting together with you. (in the background, niko nods sagely, "i see. so it's like your oshi character who you want every info of from a dating sim." while barou snaps with a "fucking what?" nagi takes a second to think, and goes, "...kinda." which is obviously an understatement.)

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Riddle + Yuu’s telepathy for an hour+ Floyd next to him= Why is Riddle looking like he is about to have another Ob?

He now know Floyd is into him, more wild if Floyd has the same 18+ thoughts as Jade. Riddle’s hair is becoming white and his cheeks go as red as his hair because Floyd is also thinking of the most domestic scenarios with him.

He can’t catch a fucking break.

Worse if Yuu and Jade are there. Holy fuck Riddle will die.

When you begged Riddle to let you test your new power and transfer your telepathy over for just a class period, he was just trying to be a good friend.

And he was mildly curious how your mind reading powers worked. He was under the assumption that you had to choose a specific person and listen into their thoughts for it to work. Which made your predicament with Jade all the more humorous to him. If you were so bothered by it all, then why did you listen in?

My cute little Riddle~ Aaaah, you're so bright. So red. I love your red hair, your red cheeks when your mad. Should I call you Goldfishie again? To piss you off? So you can yell at me with those pretty gray eyes and voice? Aha, maybe I should~

I think I should beg for the Prefect's forgiveness after this. I am so, so sorry. I didn't realize how bad it was.

Riddle had no clue how you handled the influx of noise, color, and feeling bashing into your head all day. It was like having a horn ringing straight into his ear while a truck's headlights flashed right in his eyes.

Even worse than that? He could make out the singular, most irritating noise, louder than the rest.

My little goldfish, my little tyrant, my little Riddle~

The bane of his existence. The enforcer of Octavinelle. Currently, the third-tallest student at Night Raven College.

"Uh, Riddle?"

Riddle took a deep breath, closing his eyes and turning towards Silver with a polite smile.

"Yes, Silver?"

Silver opened his mouth, closed it again as he paused, and opened it again.

"Are you alright?"

Cute little goldfish~ So bright and red~

"Yes." Riddle ignored the heat pooling under his face. "Why do you ask?"

"You're incredibly red right now. I think even your hair looks pink compared to your face."

Riddle made a strangled sounding noise as he buried his head into his arms and hid against the desk.

"Riddle?" Silver sounded concerned, and Riddle could sense his hands hovering over him, like he wasn't sure if Riddle needed a pat on the back, or to be left alone.

"I'm fine, I just need a moment—"

"Little Goldfishie~"

Riddle bolted up, his head nearly smacking against Floyd's chin based on the way the teal-haired man felt backwards.

"Wow! Cool it Goldfishie!" Aw, he's so cute! "Just tryin' to say hi~"

The image of himself in Floyd's arms and lap, nuzzled up against each other as the other contentedly played with his hands flashed in his head.

My goldfishie! My little red tyrant! My Riddle! Mine, mine mineminemineminemine—

"NO I'M NOT!"

The room went silent, everyone looking over at the group of three. Noticing that Riddle and Floyd were interacting, everyone shrugged and resumed their conversations after a moment.

"Uh, what?" Floyd looked and sounded confused. Now that Riddle was paying attention to him though, he could make out a soft look in his eye.

Aw, are you red 'cause you're sick? Is my mean little mate sick?

Mate? Mate?! MATE! OH GODS NO!

Do I gotta take you to the nurse? I can do it! Anything for my future mate! Aha~ I love my mate, I'll take such good care of you.

Riddle was met with another image of Floyd and himself in another...sweet scenario. One where Floyd was watching him sleep in with one of the most tender looks Riddle had ever imagined on Floyd's face. As he slept, Floyd played with the coral colored ring on his left ring finger.

"Nothing! It's nothing! I'm fine!" Riddle scrambled out of his chair, face still warm and his stomach nauseous.

"I think I'm just feeling a bit feverish, I think I will step out for a bit—"

"You want someone to take ya to the nurse?" Floyd asked, while Silver nodded along. "I can take ya, come on Lil' Goldfishie—"

"I DON'T NEED AN ESCORT!" Riddle shut his mouth as soon as he opened it, some of the other students giving him a look for his volume.

Aw what, come on! Floyd frowned, though it breifly was hidden by one of Floyd's lazy smiles as he shrugged.

"Whatever you say~" Floyd cooed, his eyes following Riddle as he rushed out of the classroom. Riddle could feel his entire body heating up, like Floyd knew that he knew.

Once he was out of the classroom, he near bolted to the nearest bathroom. Locking the door behind him, Riddle turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He was indeed his characteristic shade of red. Instead of his usual angry expression, though, was one of fluster and breathlessness.

Riddle let out a small, high-pitched whimper as he turned for the faucet for some cold water, splashing it on his face. He looked up at the mirror again, cheeks still bright red, and let out a whine.

I will never make light of you again, Prefect, I promise.

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Drew x reader: she gets hit on by a guy at some club, she is not interested so she rejects and the guy is a real asshole about it, saying awful things. It brings down her mood so she goes outside for some air. Drew goes out for a smoke and starts up a conversation with her, wanting to make sure she is okay

unexpected comfort — DREW STARKEY

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summary a random guy tries hitting on you after rejecting him multiple times then he says awful things that bring your mood down.

warnings at a bar, drinking, cursing, smoking, rejection, random dude being an asshole.

You and your girlfriends agreed to go out to the bars tonight to drink and have some fun; nothing too serious. It’s been a long week at work for you guys and tonight should be fun.

The bar is packed with people; music is loud and energy is high. Plenty of people on the dance floor and at the bar.

Typically, you guys go to the bar first for drinks then go over to the dance floor where others were dancing and singing to music.

“This feels so great right now being with my girls” your friend Alyssa expressed, throwing her head back while laughing.

“So great!”

The four of you danced to the beat of the music enjoying yourselves in the moment. You shook your glass in your hand realizing you need another drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink at the bar, wait for me?” You tell your girlfriends, pointing to the drink in your hand.

They all nod, “if you need anything yell or call us over” Maria says giving you a thumbs up.

The bar area gives you a clear view where you guys were at on the dance floor. You let a sigh past your lips when you take the last sip of your drink.

As you make your way to the bar to have a drink, a guy approaches you with evident intentions. "Hey, gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" he offers, flashing what he likely believes is a winning smile.

You give him a nice yet forceful smile. "No, thank you. "I'm good."

Please get away from me, you think to yourself.

He doesn't take the hint and moves closer, his tone shifting. "Come on, don’t be like that. Just one drink."

You step back slightly, your discomfort growing. "I said no, thank you."

You were starting to get irritated with this guy. What does no mean to him in his brain? It’s common sense. You know how to stand up for yourself in situations like this and won’t let him talk to you like this.

His expression turns negative. "Do you think you're too good for me?" "You're not even that attractive." The harsh comments sting, and your mood drops.

You pause for a second to process what he told you. You turn to face him, scoffing, "Listen, you little prick, I don't want to chat to you or have a drink with you. You simply cannot understand that no means no, and now you are saying these things to me because I refused your offer. So, how about you just fuck off?" You feign a grin before heading out the back door to catch some fresh air.

The guy gives you a perplexed expression, more surprised by your choice of words for him. He yells back at you as you lead father away from the bar.

The cool air felt good against your skin. Your hands search for your phone through your small purse to text the girls you went outside for fresh air and tell them what happened at the bar.

When opening the back door there's a sitting area for people to sit with string lights across the railing and a nice view of the city.

You lean against the brick wall, trying to shake off the encounter. Just as you’re starting to feel a bit better, you hear the door open behind you.

You look up and see a tall six-foot man standing in front of you. You could call him a gorgeous six-footer. You can't take your gaze away from him, and he notices every time you create eye contact.

He steps out and lights a cigarette. He notices you and smiles, acknowledging you from within. He walks over with a concerned expression.

“Hey, are you okay? I saw you come out here, and you seemed disturbed."

You acknowledge his concern and try to brush it off. "I am fine." "I just needed some air."

He takes a puff of his cigarette, his gaze fixed on you. "You don't look well. Would you like to talk about it?”

Before you could respond he introduces himself, “I’m Drew by the way” he extends his large hand out.

“Y/N and it’s nice to meet you Drew.” You smile while shaking his hand.

You find yourself nodding: "Some guy inside was being a real jerk. I turned him no, and he got really upset about it." Drew's expression darkens somewhat.

"I am sorry you had to cope with that. "Some guys simply cannot handle rejection." Drew sighs, shaking his head in disbelief after hearing you explain the situation.

“Yeah," you sighed. "It just really brought down my mood."

Drew looks up at you, frowning, “don’t let him bring your mood down. You’re beautiful young woman who doesn’t nedd that.”

He thinks I’m beautiful?

Drew takes a step forward, his presence soothing. "Well, he is an idiot. Anyone with half a brain can tell you're far too good for a guy like that.”

You chuckle quietly, his comments softening the blow of the previous encounter. "Thanks. "That means a lot." He smiles, a warm, sincere smile that makes you feel better right away.

To keep the discussion going, you two start talking about other issues; you tell him you arrived with your girlfriends, and he came with his buddies. He was respectful and asked you questions that did not make you feel uncomfortable.

“Would you like to go back inside? "Or maybe just hang out here for a while more?" He asks softly, dropping the cigarette on the floor, then stepping on it.

"Can we go back inside? My girlfriends are inside, and I told them I was going back. Can I introduce you to them?" You react with a small giggle and point to the door behind you.

Drew smiles and nods, "Inside we go," and you turn around and walk towards the entrance, with him following you.

When you open the door to loud music and people talking, you can sense Drew's presence near to you, his hands positioning themselves on your lower back in a courteous gesture that does not make you feel strange.

You scan the bar, looking for your friends. The jerk from earlier is clearly visible from the bar. You inform Drew that this is the jackass that went off on you.

Drew pauses what he is doing, "hey buddy, next time you speak to a woman like that again I'll have you wish you never said those words again, you got it?" His statements are severe and serious.

You couldn't believe what was happening. No man has ever done that for you before. You're the one who goes off on the guy and they leave, but this was unbelievable.

"S-sorry for what I said," the guy apologizes, his voice filled with terror. You give him a phony smile before walking away with Drew.

"Thank you for that, Drew. You should've seen the look on his face earlier when I went off on him," you chuckle, patting his forearm.

Drew smiles, "Of course, and no woman should have to go through that." He needed to talk reason into him. "You ultimately stood up for yourself."

That made you smile.

You spent the rest of the night with your girls, and Drew invited his buddies over to hang out by the booth area, where you all talked and drank together.

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where have all the good men gone? | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Three

Chapter Summary | A date, supposed to get your mind of Javier, goes terribly, and he's the only person you can think to call that will make anything better.

Chapter Warnings | Mutual pining, slow burn, sexual tension, flirting, alcohol consumption, protective!Javi, misogynistic comments (not from Javi), (1) man being a pushy douchebag (also not Javi), swearing, mentions of the drug trade - nothing else I can think of.

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3k

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“I promise he’s good fun,” Liv’s voice speaks through the phone, cradled to your ear by your shoulder as you skim through your wardrobe, “Nice, and age appropriate.” She teases.

“Shut up,” You grumble, still annoyed that you’ve allowed her to talk you into this at all, “This is still a terrible idea.”

“You were the one complaining about Javier Peña being a bad idea,” She defends herself, “And you also could have said no, too late now.”

You sigh because she’s right. You’ve been trying for the past week to convince yourself that finding someone else might make wanting Javier go away, even just a little bit. Someone your age, not entangled in your family dynamics, or at least you’re hoping anyway. Liv had suggested someone she knew from work, a nice boy, two years older than you, his head screwed on, a managerial position at work. Sensible.

“I have no idea what to wear.” You groan down the phone, there are plenty of dresses you could choose, but somehow, it feels like this person you don’t know doesn’t deserve that of you.

“Put those jeans on,” Liv speaks, crunching coming down the phone line, clearly she’s snacking like she always does, “The tight ones, makes your ass look phenomenal, and the lowest cut top you own.”

“Liv,” You chastise, “I’ve never met him before, I’m not fucking him tonight.”

“I didn’t suggest you did,” She chuckles, “Just give him a taste of what’s to come.”

“Unbelievable,” You mutter, but follow her advice anyway, pulling out a shirt that cuts low, scooping out your jeans from the drawer, “Right, I gotta go and get ready, but if this is awful, you’re entirely to blame, okay?”

“Hearing you loud and clear girl,” She chuckles, “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Goodbye!” You chuckle, hanging up.

It’s still light out, so you opt to walk to the bar in town. It’s not all that far, and the air has cooled enough by the time you leave that it doesn’t feel too stiflingly hot. The bar is not one you would have chosen, one of the more upmarket establishments in town. You wish you could go back to your normal dive bar, with its slightly sticky floor and the smell of fried food. You give him the benefit of the doubt though, maybe he’s just trying to impress you and you can’t fault him for that, can you?

Liv told you he’d be sat at the bar in a blue shirt, and there’s only one person it can be when you get close enough, “Victor?” You ask, stood next to him.

“The one and only,” He smiles at you, standing from the barstool to give you a hug, which you allow, “You look hot.”

“Thanks,” You chuckle, sitting down on the stool next him, noticing a drink already there for you, it’s a cocktail, bright pink, and you know you’ll already hate it, and you do when you take a sip, wincing as the fruity blend moves down your throat, “Oh, it’s very sweet.”

“I thought it was a safe option, most girls love this drink.”

You’re tempted to make a comment about this clearly being his favourite place to bring his dates but you bite your tongue, working through the necessary small talk as you try and drink it as fast as you can so you can choose something you might actually enjoy.

“So, Liv told me you’re a journalist,” He comments, sipping his glass of whiskey, “What kind of things do you write?”

“I mainly cover news about the drug trade and how that affects the town.” You explain, taking the last sip of your drink, flagging the bartender down.

“Pretty morbid,” He shrugs, ordering himself another whiskey as you opt for a margarita, “Surely a girl like you should be writing about fashion or something.”

You scoff, “So I can’t write about things that are important to our town because I’m a woman?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that,” He tries to backtrack, “Just that it’s intimidating, is all, might put people off,” He chuckles then, “Although not me, like my girls with a bit of personality.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even try and hide it as you sip at your margarita, much better, you think. It carries on like that for another hour, Victor and his thinly veiled misogyny and his boring, surface level conversation. He tries at some point to put his hand on your knee, but you jerk away, moving so he can’t touch you.

“You want another?” He asks when you finish your third drink, “The night is still young.”

“No thank you,” You say, trying to be as polite as possible, “I have work tomorrow so probably best to head home.”

You try and insist that you pay for your part of the bill, but to his only credit, he insists on covering the tab but does then try and wrap his arm around your waist to walk you outside, which makes you want to hit him more than anything.

You stand next to him on the pavement outside the bar as the doors close behind you. You can still hear everyone else talking inside, but you have no idea what to do. You want to go home, but it’s dark, and you know you’d told your dad that Victor would walk you home, but you don’t want to spend another minute in his company.

“So, am I gonna get my goodnight kiss?” He asks, trying to take hold of your wrist to pull you into him.

He’s stronger than you, so he does sort of succeed in pulling you into his body, but you manage to put your palm against his chest to push him back.

“I don’t think so.” You cringe a little, trying to lean back as far as you can with his hand pulling your wrist.

“You’re joking right?” He scoffs, “I paid for your drinks, try and be interested in what you said and you’re going to refuse me?”

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude,” You speak, trying to talk the situation down, “I just don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Don’t need to tell me,” He snaps, “Such a fucking tease turning up dressed like this, but you’re really just a prude.”

“Oh fuck off man!” You try and push him again, succeeding in doing it enough for him to let go of your wrist so you can put some distance between you, “I don’t owe you shit.”

“Forget it,” He turns around and walks away, leaving you on your own, “Probably would have been a shit lay anyway.”

You’re tempted to call back but realise it’s not worth it, so you let him wander off, leaving you on the sidewalk on your own with no idea what to do now. You would walk home, but if your dad see’s you on your own, he’s going to kill you for being silly enough to walk home alone after dark, and then find Victor and kill him too for being a jerk.

You slump against the brick wall of the bar, rooting through your bag, there’s enough cash to go back in and get a drink and try and calm down a little, then, your fingers brush against the card you’d slipped in there a few days ago. The name and the number, and the few coins in the bottom of your bag, draw you to the phone box at the end of the street. You’re putting the money in and dialing before you can convince yourself it’s a silly idea.

He picks up on the third ring.

“Peña.” It’s so formal.

“Javi?” You ask, trying to keep your voice level, but ultimately failing.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing he asks, and he sounds frantic.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I just-” God this seems so stupid now, mainly because you don’t want to admit you were on a date, you don’t want to make yourself seem unavailable to him, “I was on a date and it didn’t go well, he was meant to walk me home and well, I don’t want him to, but I don’t wanna call my dad.”

“He hurt you?” He seems cross, protective even, which makes your tummy flutter.

“N-no,” You sigh, “He got pushy when I wouldn’t kiss him but I’m fine.”

You can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the phone, can hear the jangle of keys, “Where are you?”

“I’m at the phone box at the end of Grant Street.” You say, you’re about to speak again when Javi beats you to it.

“Stay there, go inside a store or something and wait for me, I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, like he can see you, “Javi?”

“Yeah, querida?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare,” He scoffs, “Never apologise for needing my help, okay?” You can hear the sound of his truck engine in the background, “I gotta hang up to drive, but I’ll be there soon, promise.”

“Okay,” You sniff, “Thank you.”

You can hear the dial tone before he can reply, so you hang the receiver back up and head into the liquor store on the other side of the road. You smile at the clerk, who asks if you need anything, you shake your head, tell him you’re just waiting for someone and then spend the rest of the time looking out of the window.

He’s parking up in a worryingly short amount of time, and as you walk from the store you worry that he put himself in danger driving so fast to get you. He’s opening his door and climbing down from the truck. As soon as you’re close enough, he’s got his hands on your shoulders, searching your face to make sure you’re alright.

“I’m fine Javi, I promise,” You insist, holding gently to his arms, giving him a smile, “I’ve probably overreacted.”

He lets his arm drops and signals for you to get into the truck, following swiftly, “If he made you uncomfortable it’s not an overreaction,” He speaks, turning the truck back on and pulling away, “He still around?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

It makes you wonder if he means good because he won’t bother you anymore, or good because it means he won’t be tempted to do something about his blatant disrespect. You decide not to probe that one, but file it away for later. You’re driving down the street when your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you’ve not eaten since lunch.

“You hungry?”

“I could eat,” You mumble sheepishly, “I’m sure there’s something at home.”

Javi nods, but drives straight past the turning he would need to take you home, driving straight on instead and turning off a little later. You’re about to ask where he’s taking you when he pulls into the parking lot at McDonalds. He parks up and tells you to stay where you are.

You watch him as he walks away, perfectly broad back, shirt tucked into his jeans. He really is a vision in every way when you look at him. He’s striding back out a little while later, brown paper bag in one hand and a soda cup in the other. He passes them both to you as he climbs back into his seat.

“What’s this?” You ask, taking a sip of the cold soda.

“Cheeseburger, extra pickles and a Sprite with extra ice.”

Yet again, he’s managed to amaze you with his observation skills. There was a time where he’d taken a trip with you and your parents, just a day out of town somewhere, and you’d stopped to get food on the way home, you’d made this exact order, turned to him and told him it was your favourite, and somehow he’d filed that away for right now, when you needed it the most.

“Thank you.” You speak simply, reaching in for the burger, unwrapping it carefully before taking a bite.

Javi can’t help but watch out of the side of his eye as you eat. God, you looked beautiful. Jeans that looked like they’d been painted onto your skin, showing off all those perfect parts of you. A shirt that was enticing without being too much. Fuck, he wanted to reach over, use his thumb to wipe away the tiny bit of sauce that had gathered in the corner of your mouth, push it into your mouth and let you lick it off his thumb.

You ball up the wrapper your burger had come in once you’ve finished, dropping it into the paper bag, picking up the cup of soda to suck the Sprite through the straw, “You alright now?” He asks.

You look at him, small, sad smile on your lips, “Just can’t help feeling there’s something wrong with me.” You shrug, offering him a sip of your drink which he declines.

“What do you mean?” He asks, wanting to reach over to you, put a comforting hand on you, but deciding against it for now.

You shrug a little, leaning your head back against the seat, “No-one ever looks at me in that way, I suppose,” You answer honestly, and he wants to tell you it isn’t true, that he thinks of you exactly like that, no matter how much he shouldn’t, “I’ve been with one guy in my whole life and I don’t think he ever really liked me, was only with me because I was the only one left out of my friends.”

“Did he say that?”

“He didn’t have to,” You shrug again, “He never really made an effort, never took me out, never really wanted to sleep with me much either, I guess I was just easy for him,” You say, “Convenient.” Is what you finish on.

“It isn’t you,” Javi speaks, turning his head to look at you, resting it against his seat in much the same way you are, “First of all, college boys are always idiots, don’t let that be your base line,” You snort and turn your head to look at him now, “What did tonight’s idiot do?”

You shake your head at him, “He was just a misogynistic asshole,” You add a shrug, “Apparently because I’m a woman I should write about fashion and not anything that actually matters.”

Javi scoffs, because in his experience, women make the best journalists, quiet, unassuming but they always knew how to pull strings and get what they wanted and he doesn’t doubt you’re the same, “Take it as a compliment,” He offers, “Sometimes it’s best to intimidate boys, and the ones that you don’t?” He asks as a rhetorical question, “Those will be the men worth your time.”

You chuckle a bit, rolling your head on the headrest behind you to look back out of the front of the car, “You’re just saying this to make me feel better.”

Javi reaches over, takes hold of your hand and gives it a slight squeeze before he’s letting it drop again, almost like he’s been burnt, like he knows he shouldn’t have done it, “I am saying it to make you feel better, that’s the whole point, but it’s true,” He shrugs a little in his seat, “Don’t feel like you’ve got to rush into that side of life either, you’re still young, there’s plenty of time for you.”

You hum in agreement because you know he’s right, it’s what everyone always says to you in these circumstances, but somehow, coming from him, it means more. He’s older than you and although you’ve no doubt that he’s known plenty of women in his time, he’s in just the same predicament as you are.

“Will you take me home?” You ask softly, “I’m tired.”

He nods, starting up his car, pulling out of the parking lot and finally driving you back home.

He pulls his truck up just down the street from your house, far enough away that your dad won’t be able to see, but close enough that he knows he’ll be able to sit and wait to watch you get in safely. He cuts the engine and turns to you, giving you a soft smile, trying to tell you that it’ll all be okay.

“Thanks,” You speak softly, “For all this, made a shitty night not so bad in the end.”

“Always,” He smiles back, “I mean it when I say you don’t ever need to worry about calling me.”

“I know,” You smile, and he feels his heart swell at the sight, “Well, goodnight Javi.”

He doesn’t really register what’s happening until it’s too late. You drag your body across the truck instead of moving to the door to open it and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. It would be innocent enough if it wasn’t for the fact your lips press into the skin just far enough away from his mouth so as not to cross a line, but not right in the middle of his cheek either. It’s the softest way he’s been touched in a long time, and he can feel himself wanting to grip onto you, smash his mouth to your own and finally scratch the itch that’s sitting under his skin.

You pull away, but before you can open the door, he’s taking hold of your wrist and moving closer, pressing his own kiss to your cheek right back, further up your skin than you had done to him, but it’s a kiss to your skin none-the-less, one that floods his chest with hope, a feeling he hasn’t really felt in years. He keeps his mouth there probably for a little longer than he should, committing the feel of your skin on his mouth because he knows this is as far as he should push things, but he also knows that he now needs to know what the rest of your skin feels like under his mouth.

He pulls away and when he looks at your eyes, all full of hope and want, the same look he’d seen countless times in Colombia, whether he was promising a visa or led next to someone in bed, and he knows he shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have encouraged these kinds of feelings, but he’s done it now, he can’t take it back, wouldn’t want to if he could either.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, querida,” He says softly, “Nothing wrong with you at all.”

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weebsinstash · 7 months

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more valentino PLEASE 🙏

How does the saying go, "i want this man in ways that are concerning to feminism"?

I was thinking of how Angel used to live in V Tower and, how fucked up would it be for him to receive a good morning text from Val to head up to his room, and AD is thinking it's a booty call, but it's ACTUALLY Valentino being a manipulative piece of shit

Angel comes into the room and Valentino is already half or fully naked but like, he's not hard or anything and Angel is confused? The moth is just, chilling naked smoking with this satisfied look on his face? And Valentino just, gives him some menial command to run him a favor, and he pauses mid-sentence to turn and call out YOUR name before regarding his Fizz Bot, "Kitty, why don't you make my baby a drink?" and you're just like, slinking out from under the covers, ashamed that Angel now knows you slept with the Overlord, let alone someone you know uh, treats him pretty fucking poorly (although I imagine not like, the entire entire brutal extent of it, also, Angel Dust using Reader as a shield against Val because they're both calmer when you're around)

Could you imagine some scenario, platonic romantic it doesn't matter, where like. Angel is talking to Valentino and he sees you in the corner of his eye and he just stops mid sentence, does a double take, looks at you half naked in his boss' bed, and Val forces him to focus and carry on the conversation while he's crying. Angel is just all but sprinting out of the room by the time he's dismissed and Valentino may even play fucking mind games to make him like, MARINATE in how horrible this makes him feel. Valentino is dragging out the conversation and putting on his nail caps or doing his skincare routine at his vanity and making Angel sit there and wait as he's deliberate dragging on his sentences and constantly pausing but if Angel moves to leave Val snaps IMMEDIATELY. So Angel is just. Forced to stand there.

VALENTINO TALKING TO Y O U, MAKING YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ANGEL AND THE REVERSE. Valentino being manipulative and awful and shitty and doing shit like "so Angel baby, I was gonna take a trip to the spa tomorrow, mhm, and also hey you're coming too *looks at you* so Angel what do you think we should get my other amorcito over here done?" the evil bastard is making you two talk to each other, about each other, when you're both like, IN TEARS

Angel, trying to hold on to the last shreds of his sanity: s so... h have you... ever had a facial before

Valentino pausing from doing his mascara with the biggest shit eating grin on his face: oh yeah, someone just had a really, really BIG one

Reader, happily getting drunk off the drink Kitty brought you because it helps take away the pain of this entire interaction: a. .. a massage or something might be nice

Valentino, doing his contour: but baaaabe, I thought you told me you were shy about who puts their hands on your body. Are you trying to make me jealous?

Angel, desperately trying to ignore Val blowing you a kiss and you clearly having bites and hickies alllllllll over you like there wasn't a single inch of you the moth didn't put his hands mouth or otherwise on: uh huh! Cool! So! Guess we can! Decide later right! :)

Valentino, doing his nails: wrong 💅 I also need you to

And the mf is just doing that shit for like 20 minutes straight which doesn't SOUND like a lot but when you're standing there just talking and waiting and, especially having a moment like THIS, it's just DRAGGING ON, and when Angel finally leaves, you're crying, and here's Valentino, "awwww, pobrecita, come here, what's wrong?" and hugging you and you need the comfort and you're drunk and, now maybe you're just a little scared he's the only person you have left....

Also. Bonus round for the angst. Can you imagine. Angel runs off and it's you sleeping with Valentino that finally hurts him so much he's finally RUNNING running away, meeting Charlie, having another place to live. He's still working under contract but the second his shift ends he's out of the studio without another word because... he can't protect you anymore. He feels like this is his fault. He failed Molly and now he failed you and he's worthless and trash and an addict loser-- meanwhile you're beating yourself up because you've lost your only friend down here and also your biggest supporter and Valentino all but lovebombs you (and the worst part is, it's genuine and if you reject ANYTHING, he's getting Offended Bigly)

Ugh. Ok. I'm sorry. Finally finishing the post with one more thing. Valentino is definitely the type to give you expensive gifts and he doesn't actually care about the amount of money he spends on you BUT, will use the fact he's spent so much money on you to manipulate you IN A HEARTBEAT

And also. You're not allowed to reject gifts because it sets him off in like 5 different ways. "Oh so my gifts aren't good enough for you?" "Do you have any idea how much I spent on this?" "I TOOK THE TIME to get this for YOU" God forbid if it's something custom. Could you imagine he offers you something and he doesn't immediately tell you it's custom, like he's got sketches in a notebook somewhere, this is MADE WITH LOVE ableit his creepy obsessive love, and you could literally have a very polite "oh my gosh I couldn't that's so expensive I, I don't deserve it, wow" where you're obviously very happy but just shocked and feeling guilty, like a FLATTERING rejection that is obviously an insult to YOU, NOT him, and he's just. The switch fucking flips. His head tilts. He lets out a hum as his smile pulls way too tight. Lashes out within seconds. Grabs you. takes that jewelry or watch or expensive thing he bought you and literally forces it onto your body, and he's not screaming or raising his voice, he's getting right up in your face and growling out the deeeeeetails of how he got this for you until you're crying and apologizing for your ingratitude

Ugh he's so cunty and mean and awful UGH WHY WOULD I LET HIM HIT, he would use that heart shaped belt he has to put heart shaped welts on your ass and then set your cute bruised heart covered butt as his phone wallpaper and your icon in his contacts and save your name as Ropebunny or something rhfkcsbfkhdxkfh

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #valentino x reader #hh #yandere hellaverse #sinprompts #i actually started thinking of an idea where val calls reader bunny but funny enough bunny reader x val fics exist! kudos #in my idea reader isnt a bunny but jokingly calls themself the energizer bunny after val comments on them fidgeting while serving him #he starts calling you bunny so then he has 'his Kitty and his Bunny' fndkcbffjf #ive also thought of scenarios where valentino accidentally breaks kitty and forces reader to be his new servant and keeps it that way #like can you imagine. kitty gets fixed and val STILL has you wait on him lmao. reality hitting you like a brick wall

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Hello Jelly! I hope your December was fabulous!

I'm wondering what you think Levi's reaction to his young child calling him their superhero might be :) (bonus points for post war Levi)

thank you for being amazing!

Superhero

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, post war, dad Levi, mum reader, fluff, being parents, married life, emotional Levi.

Levi spends some time with his daughter and is moved when she calls him a superhero.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Lilly giggled as she sat on her father's lap and he wheeled his chair down the town path. It was a father-daughter outing while you were at home with your one-month-old son. Going out with her father was so much fun, but she did miss you and her brother Evan.

Levi came to a stop and watched a confrontation happening. He gave his daughter a hug and knew very well that he might have to get involved, but it would cause a lot of pain in his knee. Using his leg to stop people fighting and help people would likely result in three days of using the chair all day.

The fight was getting worse and Levi had to step in before a poor kid was going to get hurt. He lifted his daughter and sat her on his chair. "Wait there for daddy, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay." She watched in awe as Levi limped over to the two men fighting with a small kid in the middle. "Wow!" Seeing her father scoop up the kid, before leaning on his bad leg and using his good one to kick the drunk abusive man shocked her. The man flew and smashed right through a wooden wall. "Daddy!"

Levi handed the kid over to his father before accepting gifts from the shop owner. The drunken man was a regular pest and it was likely he wouldn't be trouble again because Levi Ackerman stopped him. Once Levi had everything he returned to his daughter and handed her the gifts. He picked her up and sat with a groan in his chair.

Lilly gazed at her dad as he wheeled them out of town. "Daddy?"

Levi smiled at her. "Mm?"

"You kicked that man super hard!"

Levi blushed a little. "I did. You shouldn't do things like that, okay? It's dangerous." He moved his chair back to the house. "Daddy used to fight a lot when he was younger, but he shouldn't now."

Lilly hummed. "You did it to save people."

He gazed at his daughter. "Did your mummy tell you that?"

"Yes." She giggled when she remembered the fun stories about Levi you told, of course you'd tamed it for a little girl. "You're so cool, daddy."

"Thank you."

You hurried out of the house with a smile on your face. "Welcome home you two! How was your outing?"

Lilly slipped off Levi's lap. "Daddy kicked a guy super hard!"

You rushed over to Levi, knelt before him and checked his knee out. "Is your knee okay?"

Levi placed his hand on yours. "It'll be fine. How are you and Evan?"

"We're well. We missed you both."

Lilly stood next to you. "Daddy saved a kid."

You smiled at her. "Your daddy is amazing. He saved so many people from big scary monsters. He flew through the air. He was impressive to watch."

Lilly gasped. "Daddy is a superhero!"

Levi's eyes widened. "Super...I...I'm not..." He saw how much his daughter was grinning, how happy and excited she was. No matter how many dark feelings Levi had about his work in the past, he didn't want to beat himself up in front of his precious daughter. He wanted her to have confidence. "Yeah, that's right."

She bounced up and down. "So cool! My daddy is a superhero!"

You leaned up and kissed Levi. "My superhero too." You wiped his tears away. "Maybe this is what you needed to hear all along, an innocent person's view of you. You're more amazing than you think, Levi."

He whined a little. "This..." He smiled softly. "Thank you, both of you." He picked up Lilly and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

Lilly hugged Levi. "Love you daddy."

You stood up and winked. "Love you always, handsome." You walked inside and picked up your son, before returning to Levi. "This little man loves you too."

Levi smiled when he saw his baby boy. "I love him too."

Lilly giggled. "Daddy is a superhero to Evan too! Daddy is the best!"

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madamechrissy · 2 months

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Take me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. (Fingering, vibrators, cunnilingus, car blow jobs and endless sexual tension in this chap)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8,682

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

“Aw, these panties match my eyes!” Gojo grins deviously, sliding your little lacy thong down your thighs, you’re bright red now, legs a trembling mess. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Hush, crazy.” You mumble, and he blinks up at you with those long white lashes, pouting cutely. You sigh, rolling your eyes. “They’re not the same blue, there’s nothing as blue as your eyes.”

Shit, you said that huh?

He pauses, exhaling, his breath tickling a bare thigh, making you fidget even more. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Can’t find a match.” He kisses your thigh then, sweetly, as if he wasn’t about to put a damn vibrator on you. “Too pretty.” You lean back, resting your back against his desk then.

“Thank you, shnookums.” You giggle at him, but his kisses on your leg have you dripping, embarrassingly fast. “Love these fucking legs.”

“I’m short though.” He smirks up at you, charming as he gets the little vibrator out now, along with some little magnet, you have no clue how this thing works, and no clue why you’re down for such a dumb idea.

“Legs don’t have to be long to be sexy. I’ve got enough legs for the both of us, don’t worry.” He shoots you a wink, and you’re bright pink now. “Their shape makes them sexy. Like you could really squeeze my head between them.”

“Toru!”

“Mmm, and they squish here.” He squishes the inner parts of your thighs now, sighing happily. “I wanna just lay my head on em.”

“And here I thought you were an ass man. Or tits.” He laughs at that, slowly sliding your panties back up your legs.

“I love all of your body. Even though, still haven’t seen those tits.”

“What if the hype is too much?” He rolls his pretty blue eyes, then stands up, pulling your panties up with a big tug, you gasp as the cool silicon is pressed right against you, pushing between your lips.

“Nah, I believe in them.” He kisses right above your chest, where the barest hint of your tits were. “How’s it feel?”

“Weird.” You wiggle a bit, not really enjoying it, then he’s wiggling his tiny little remote with a huge grin. “Oh god… Toru…”

“Okay, let’s mess with these settings. Hmm.” He peeks down at the remote, then hits a button, and you feel it start buzzing, vibrating your clit, you whine out, covering your mouth and leaning back further.

“Mmm!” You look at him with wide, embarrassed eyes, and he’s got his lips parted, pink on those high cheekbones, his pupils dilated. Dark, lustful and hungry, licking his lower lip as he watches you.

“ Fuck , that’s so sexy.” He murmurs, just watching you, not touching at all, one hand sliding through his hair as the other clutches the remote.

“It’s a lot. Mmm.” You struggle to stand, clutching his desk now with white knuckles.

“This is the low setting, baby girl.”

“What?!”

He laughs a bit, teeth flashing white, then he pushes a little button, and you’re huffing, struggling not to scream out, as it’s steadily hitting your little clit, shooting desire through you. “Setting number two.”

“ Satoru ! Ah!” You nearly fall, clinging to his jacket, and he’s moaning, watching your face intently, as your brow scrunches, as your mouth hangs stupidly open, as you arch your back.

“Fuck, you’re pretty .” His seductive voice makes it all worse, his pretty blue eyes gazing on you like that, his lips so close.

“Gonna cum… t’much.” You whisper, and he moans, that sound hitting you harder than the vibrator, as it washes over you. He runs his hands down your shirt, popping the buttons then, opening your blouse and standing back, looking at you with hunger.

“Matching blue bra. Fuck… barely holds these tits.” He groans out the words, stepping back and watching you more intently. “On my desk like this? Fuck.”

He pushes a button again, and you can’t stop the moan that comes out, as you feel it getting higher and higher, as he sits down in his office chair, pushing your thighs apart and sitting you on the desk. You gasp as it’s pressed against you more sitting, way too intense, body overheating while it pulses against you.

“T-Toru…” He is just watching you, barely brushing his fingers down your thighs, just his fingertips in the lightest touch, and it sends shivers.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Not yet.” You struggle to breathe, chest heaving, falling back and leaning your hands back on the desk so you don’t fall, and he’s gripping your thighs tight now, groaning.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You’re so sexy.” He’s making it worse, every time he talks, every time he exhales you want to cum.

You feel tears in the back of your eyes, as you start heating up, yanking off your blazer, with trembling hands. He hisses, watching you strip down. “Toru, I can’t hold it in, I can’t.”

You’re whining, and he’s smiling more now, pushing a button again, and now it was pulsing on your clit, in some stupid rythym that made everything worse. “We’re on setting four baby.”

“Please…” You just whimper those words, head lolling back, and he’s got his hands on the lace of your bra, shoving it down, whispering your name.

“Baby…” He pulls your tits out, they bounce out of the too small bra, and his big hands cover them, squishing them in his palms. “Fuck they’re so pretty.”

He’s bent down, kissing them, as you’re rocking your hips, rolling against the vibrations, sending shocks through your body, until it’s all humming. You’re soaking the little toy, down your panties, down your thighs, as you start to lose focus, you don’t even know where the fuck you are for a minute.

Satoru’s pretty silky white hair falls softly against your skin as he kisses around an areola, before swirling his talented long tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth, and you can’t hold in your scream. He pauses, looking up at you with drunk eyes and glossy lips, putting two fingers to your lips, shaking his head. You gulp, chest heaving with your labored breaths.

“Hush baby, gotta be quiet. Let me give your other pretty titty attention, hmm? She’s angry at me.” You manage a laugh, through tears, through the pressure on your clit making you slippery and nearly blacking out.

“Like… em… Toru?” You can’t form coherent words. He looks up at you, as he bends his head, sucking the other pretty peak into his mouth and you can’t take it, you feel like you’re going to fucking die.

“Like? No. Love . Perfect bouncy tits. Pretty little nipples. Mmm .” He sucks on it again, pulling back with a loud pop, and you’re just crying, pathetic. “You cryin again baby?”

You just nod, wiggling, and he grins then. “Sadistic… little… lemme cum, please, please, please.” Satoru smirks, teasing your bare nipples with his long fingers.

“Poor baby girl, can’t cum, aww!” He pouts, and you wanna bitch, complain, but your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. “Ah-ah. Don’t cum yet.”

“Too late! Fucking can’t stop…”

Knock Knock Knock.

You gasp, jumping up and nearly falling, and Satoru chuckles a bit, buttoning you up quickly. “Shh, it’ll be fine. This will be good practice.”

You see the insane look in those eyes, and you shake your head. “Oh no… no Satoru-”

“Ya busy, Satoru?” It’s professor Geto. As soon as you hear his voice you’re more of a blushing mess, and Gojo is grinning so evilly you’re terrified.

“Nah, one sec Sugu.” He puts your blazer on, shit eating grin not leaving his pretty damn face. He fixes your hair a bit then winks.

“No, you can’t! I…”

“You got this. Just play it cool. Under pressure.” He kisses your lips with a little pop, then he opens the door, and Suguru comes in, smiling at you a bit, then looking at Satoru, narrowing his chocolate eyes.

“Huh.” He shuts and locks the door, crossing his arms and looking to Gojo, who just chuckles. “What are you up to, Satoru?”

“Me? Nothing.” He’s got his hand behind him, whistling and looking up. Suguru’s eyes go to you now, taking in your red cheeks, before sliding down your body, then back to Satoru, who’s acting stupidly nonchalant.

“Uh huh. Sure believe that.” He says your name, and you struggle to respond, as those vibrations are still pulsing on your pussy, a pussy that’s been trying not to have an orgasm.

“Y-yes, Professor… Geto?” You bite out the words, soft and whispery, and Satoru snorts in laughter, making you glare at him.

Geto walks towards you, tall and handsome, hair half up, the rest flowing down his broad shoulders, dressed in a white business shirt that… fuck, Geto looks hot, and it’s making it worse . And Gojo is watching you, grinning wide, wiggling his damn brows, so pretty you wanna smack him and fuck him. At once.

Geto touches your forehead, and you almost sob, gritting your teeth as Gojo turns it up more.

“You feeling okay, love? Satoru fucking with you?” He puts the back of his hand on your cheek now, and you whine out then. “Are you okay? You're all flushed.”

You can’t look at him, you can’t handle anything. You wanna cum so bad, and Gojo comes up too, wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulder, looking at you with that knowing smirk as he watches you nearly die. You struggle to get a little bit of a breath, and then it comes out as a whimper. You slam your mouth shut.

“Satoru, what are you up to? Look at her, she can’t even talk.” Suguru shoves Gojo’s arm off, and Gojo just laughs, hand behind his back, he pushes it up, the higher vibrations killing you. You nearly fall over, clutching your tummy.

Suguru catches you, and you can’t, you can’t, his strong arm is around your waist, and then Gojo comes to hug you on the other side, putting you between the two of the tall handsome men. Gojo almost pushes you towards Suguru, chuckling deviously, and Geto looks on with growing concern.

“Should I take you to the nurse, love?” He asks you, and Gojo snorts.

“I… no… Professor… I am… mmnh!” Your legs give out, and goddamn if you’re not cumming, and cumming as your two professors hold you. Suguru pauses, grip tightening, and Gojo’s grinning, until Suguru scowls at him.

“You little shit, turn it off.” He orders Gojo, who pouts, as your cunt throbs around nothing, and you can’t even barely see, just glittery stars. Now it won’t stop and you’re crazy, stupid sensitive, and you struggle not to make noise, shoving your hands on your mouth then.

“Oh fine, it was an important exercise you know.” He takes the remote, but it just goes even higher, and you scream into your hands, unable to stand anymore, your knees give out so that Geto has to hold you as Satoru glares at the remote.

“I said, turn it off. She can’t even stand.” Suguru orders him, and you’re clutching to his arm, so embarrassed you wanna fall in a hole and die.

“I’m s’sorrry… Sugu… Profess…sorry!” You’re whining and Suguru clears his throat, looking down at you, and you see his face blushing.

“Not your fault. Satoru!”

“It’s not turning off! I don’t know!” He’s frantically pushing all the buttons, as you’re cumming again, this time it hurts, you clutch your thighs together. Satoru looks at you, licking his lips. “Fuck you’re hot.”

“Satoru!” You whine it out, Geto yells it out, and Gojo waves his arms.

“Oh fine, fine! I can’t figure it out, shit. Ohmygod, I think it's broken!? Or like malfunctioning!”

“Mmm make it stop… ” You’re burying your face against Suguru’s big shoulder.

“I’m getting jealous, Miss Brat. Shit… hmm…”

“For Christ's sake… she’s gonna faint. Just… get them off her.” Satoru jumps up then, and bends down, pulling the vibrator off, but it’s stuck with the magnet, and it won’t come out, making his fingers brush against your soaking wet pussy. He pulls back for a minute, grinning wide.

“Supersoaker-”

“Satoru!” You both yell again, and he sighs.

“No fun, either of you. Okay we gotta just…” He pulls your panties off with a tear, gasping then. “Shit, my bad. I'll replace them. There, though, all done!”

He’s got the vibrator in his hand, still buzzing like nuts, and you notice in absolute horror that every inch of it is soaked, dripping on Gojo’s sleeves even. You cover your face, backing away, but you still can’t stand, and Geto has to catch you, averting his eyes from the toy and looking at the ceiling.

“I am so sorry… oh my god…” You try to back away again but he doesn’t let you, hand firm on your back.

“Get steady first, love.” You exhale, and Gojo is smacking at the vibrator, which will not turn off, and soon, Suguru is snorting in laughter, making you wanna die again. “So sorry… shouldn't laugh… sorry…”

Gojo keeps smacking at it, as Suguru struggles to hold in his laughter, shaking with it. “Shit, a button! Got it.” Satoru pushes some tiny button, and it finally goes off, stopping the loud humming, and then he’s laughing too.

“I wanna die.” You grumble, backing off until your back hits the wall, sliding down it into a sad sitting position, keeping your legs closed as much as you can.

“Satoru you’re such a fucking idiot.” Geto is nearly crying, he's laughing so hard, and Satoru looks at you then, struggling to speak through his laughs.

“You okay baby?” You shake your head, groaning, covering your face. “It’s okay, Suguru’s seen much worse.”

“Make sure she’s okay, asshole.” Suguru shoves Satoru, and he’s on the floor with you then, putting his arm around you and tilting your chin up.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that would happen.” You exhale, shaky, and though you’re embarrassed… you came a lot. And you feel…

Fucking amazing.

“Are you smiling?” You couldn’t stop it, you start laughing too, and then you all are, as Geto sits on Gojo’s desk, watching you two.

“Could you all keep this to like… Satoru’s house or something? Not in school, as entertaining as this was.” He winks down at you and you bury your face in Gojo’s shoulder now.

“We haven’t gone that far yet.” You mumble, and Suguru pauses.

“No… fucking?” Satoru shrugs, shaking his head. “Really?!”

“Is it so shocking!” Satoru glares up at Suguru. “You callin me a slut, Sugu?”

“Sure the hell am. Listen… you don’t need to fuck her life up, so no more antics, got it?” Satoru pouts now, dejected.

“Yes, fine Dad .” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. Satoru helps you up, and you can’t meet Suguru’s eyes, just staring down at his black tie.

“Are you all right, love?” He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you can’t face him at all, just nodding. “Satoru, you’re such an idiot. I… huh. Nice bracelet.”

“It’s from Satoru.” You manage words now, exhaling, and Suguru takes your wrist fingering the charm, then looking at Suguru, seeing him looking between Satoru and you curiously.

“That’s oddly sweet.”

“When am I not sweet, baby boy?” Satoru blows Suguru a kiss, and he chuckles, rolling his eyes and letting go of your hand.

“Be careful, and don’t be stupid.” He smacks Satoru on the back of the head. “You clearly care for her, so… have some care.”

Satoru sighs, lips turned down now, and he nods. “I didn’t know they made vibrators wrong!”

“No more vibrators at school. All right you two… like… don’t fuck in here and just seperate for a bit. Mmkay?” You nod, and Gojo grimaces, holding you close.

“Sorry…” You begin, but he holds a hand up.

“Don’t apologize. Also…” He turns, as he goes to open the door, hand on the knob, looking down at you a little bit, making you heat up. “You’re right, Satoru.”

“I’m always right. Wait… right about what?” He asks, and Suguru smirks, way too charmingly, right at you.

“She does have really nice legs.” With that, Professor Suguru Geto walks out, and you’re left with your mouth open, and Satoru giggling like a psycho.

“See, it’s a unanimous opinion! Aww, you’re blushing. You think he’s hot!”

“Shut up!” You shove at him, but he just holds you, smirking, looking way too attractive.

“I’m prettier yeah? Don’t make me jealous now.” He’s brushing your hair back, before leaning down and kissing you, softly.

“You’re both pretty. But… no one is more attractive to me than-” You pause, about to pour your soul out to this idiot. You gulp, as he leans back a bit, studying you, more serious now.

“No one is more attractive to me than you, either, Miss Brat.” He murmurs softly, and then he’s kissing you once more, so easy to fall into, your mouth melds against his, as he picks you up in his arms.

“No one?” He shakes his head, pretty blown out eyes boring into your own. “Same for me, Toru.”

“Mmm… taste so sweet.” He whispers, then he’s kissing down your jawline, down the side of your neck. “Want me to make this up to you?”

“You better, ‘Toru, that was so embarrassing. Also… you told him I have nice legs?”

“Of course I did. I kinda got lit and bragged about you.” You can’t stop the smile that forms on your lips, the stupid flip your tummy does. “You’re so red, you need to cool off a bit.”

“I know, I know. Kinda got traumatized.” He blows on you, puffing your hair back, you sigh, shutting your eyes. “Maybe a fan?”

“Let me turn it on.” Soon he has you in front of the little desk fan, and you exhale, trying to get yourself calmed down some. “So… making it up to you.”

You peek at him curiously. “What's your idea?”

“Two parts. First part, let me kiss her and apologize.” He spreads your thighs and you tense, stomach sucking in as he pecks little kisses up your bare legs.

“Toru… you don't…”

“Shh. Just kisses. Don't want her mad at me.” Satoru’s soft lips slide up your thighs, as he gets down on his knees, until he’s at level with your aching lips, all sticky from the unfortunate vibrator incident. You hiss as his breath hits it, twitching and jerking.

“Hurts, ugh.” You blink back tears as you’re stupidly overstimulated, and he looks up at you, reminding you of that night, months ago. You gently brush back his soft white locks, sighing at how beautiful he is, with his full lips just slightly open.

“Can I kiss her?” His voice is sweet, husky, and you just manage a nod, then when his mouth is on you? After so long?

Fuck.

You have to slam a hand over your mouth when he just kisses it, just his lips alone send you over the edge, ridiculously. His big hands are gripping you so tight, bruising in their grip, as his breathing is heavy against you. He kisses it again, just above where the hood of your clit is, and you’re gushing again, causing him to moan as he watches.

It’s silent in Professor Gojo’s office, just him inhaling you, kissing one of the lips of your sex, then the other, then back to the mound right above. You grip his shoulders for stability, and the way he looks at it, so hungry, makes you throb, painfully this time, aching so bad for him.

“Does she need more kisses to forgive me?” He whispers, eyes shooting up to yours, so blue it’s hard to look at.

“She forgives you. But… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t- ngh!” He slides his tongue, all the way up your slit, lapping up the juices that were pouring out of your tight hole, and you have to grit your teeth not to scream. “Toru…”

“Fuck I missed you.” He’s talking to your pussy now, you realize, and you breathlessly giggle, as he kisses it again, flicking that talented tongue around your clit in a torturous circle. “Did you miss my kisses?”

“She did.” He moans again, yanking you by your thighs, pushing them apart, when the phone starts going off. He curses.

“Fucking work.” He grumbles, and you back off a bit, sliding your skirt down, but he glares. “Not done yet, baby. We were talking.”

You can’t help the giggle, then the moan as he kisses your clit once more, spreading your lips wide, revealing your sensitive clit to the air, to his eyes. “Toru… please…”

That’s all it takes.

He flicks his tongue quickly, back and forth, on your clit, his moans vibrating against you, shoving his face against your cunt until he’s sucking that clit in his mouth, until you’re about to cum so hard, you can’t even breathe. You’re gripping to him for dear life as he devours you, moans edging you further, until you…

“Gonna cum, s’good… Toru…” You’re whispering, and he eases up for just a moment, looking at you, smirking that handsome smirk of his.

“Miss my tongue baby?” You nod, eagerly, and he licks you again, all while looking up at you, fucking your brain completely. “Cum on my mouth then, please baby, let me taste you.”

“You’re too hot, fuck.” He chuckles, then he’s back down there, humming on your clit until you fall apart, as the alarm goes off again, Gojo smacks at it, and you’re gushing cum all over his perfect face, as pleasure hits harder than a vibrator ever could, than anything could. He laps it up, drinking you, sounds obscene. “Toru! Toru…”

“God I could do this forever.” He finishes cleaning you up, kissing your clit one more time with a loud smack, then easing your skirt down, watching the trembling mess you’d become. “Those eyes…”

“You’re too good at it.” He is leaning down and kissing you, and you taste yourself, licking it off his lips greedily, reaching down and rubbing him, where he’s rock hard against his slacks. He hisses, grabbing your wrist. “Wanna return it, Toru.”

“I’ll get nowhere if you start that.” He sounds strangled as he bites out the words, and you sigh, letting him kiss you again, letting him hug you.

“Can’t just taste him for a minute?”

“Aren’t you being a slutty little brat.” You giggle at it, as he kisses you again and again. “I like it.”

“Not even the tip huh?” He snorts, shaking his head, gently cupping your face with his hands.

“I’m so sorry I laughed so hard, it was…” You sigh, just wanting to stay in his arms, to the point you feel…

Too much.

“It was so much cum though, baby.” You giggle then, joining him, covering your face, but he yanks your hands down. “So pink and cute!”

“Hush. I’ll never be able to look Professor Geto in the eyes again!” He snorts at that now, backing off with one more kiss, then starting to gather his things.

“He’s cool about shit like that, don’t worry. We’ve shared enough girls back in our frat boy days.” You blink a bit, flushing at the thought of how experienced he must be, and how… “Too freaky for you, Miss Brat?”

“No, I don’t judge anything. Shared a lot of women though?”

“Mmhmm, I was a slut, he wasn’t lying.” He grabs his briefcase now and slings his laptop bag over his shoulder.

“That’s why you’re so good at… that, huh?” He grins, coming and tilting your chin up, with two long fingers.

“Honestly, yeah I love to do it. But, guess what?” He’s whispering against your lips now, and you tremble.

“What?”

“Yours is the yummiest. Guess it’s why I couldn’t get it out of my head.” You ache for him, not just your body… your being aches for him.

Fuck.

“But I wouldn’t share you.”

“No? Why?” His lips tense a bit, as he brushes your hair back, studying you so carefully.

“Just would wanna keep you to myself.” Your eyes lock, and you would drop on your knees and suck him off then and there, bend over his damn desk, you’d do anything for him, for that look he gives, for those words. “You thought about it, when you were cumming with us holding you.”

“No! Not even…”

“Such a bad liar.” He kisses your forehead, and your eyes flutter shut. “I’m going out of town this weekend for work. You wanna come?”

“What!? I… huh? Like another case?”

“It’s a little divorce case for a friend, nothing big. But… we could actually go out together, and not worry who sees.”

“You’d wanna do that?”

He sighs, caressing your face gently. “Fuck yeah I would. Plus I promised to make this up to you, supersoaker.”

“Toru!” He just grins, and you gather your things now too, cheeks heated up. “I’ll never live it down.”

“Honestly, Sugu probably thought it was hot. And hilarious.”

“Oh God… you didn’t tell Nanami you liked my legs too, did you?”

“Fuck yeah I did. He just shook his head and sighed, then called me an idiot. But I know he’d agree.”

“You need to keep those thoughts more… hush.” You clutch your books against your chest now, mortified further.

“Shouldn’t have to, but yeah, I know. Nanami and Sugu though? They’re fine. They knew I ate you out at the bar anyway, I bragged.”

“You did!?” He smirks, opening the door, peeking out, then inclines his head for you to follow. You all walk through the halls, and a big part of you aches to hold his hand, so you clutch your books tighter.

“Course I did.” He whips out his phone, sighing. “Gotta go do work, adult things, yuck. You laughing at me?” You just nod, grinning. “You coming this weekend or not, Miss Brat?”

“I… yeah. I’ll come. Not sure I can help?”

“Don’t need help, just wanna spend… time… ugh. Don’t make me say it.” You roll your eyes.

“Time with me?”

“Yeah, that. Stop looking so pleased.”

“Hard not to after all that.”

He snorts in laughter, then it’s time to part ways, and you both look at each other for a moment, wishing you could kiss him, hug him, but you remember where you are. “What’s your next class?”

“Fuck! It’s Geto.” Gojo dies laughing, waving at you and running off, and you trudge miserably to the class, and when Geto sees you, he shoots you a wink and a smirk, and you for the fourth time today want to fall in a hole.

It was gonna be a long class.

***

“You good, girlie?” Yuta comes up to you as Geto’s class ends, and you manage a little nod. “You’re all flushed, you sick?”

“No, no. I’m just… I had a lot of sun yesterday.”

“Use sunblock, silly!” He ruffles your hair. “We’ll see you this Friday right?”

“Oh, I’m going out of town for the weekend. Um… visiting a friend. Can we do lunch Friday instead?”

“Sure, I’ll tell Maki.” He whips out a phone, and then waves at you, as the room clears, and you have to walk past Geto.

After you just came while holding his arm.

Shit.

You cling to your books, biting your lower lip as you walk down the stairs, and Geto is in his chair, looking at papers. You don’t even look at him, don’t even say good bye, just sneaking to the door, when he clears his throat. You look back, as he’s leaning in his chair, grinning, then you grimace.

“Come here, love.” You sigh, walking over to him, as he’s leaned back, steepling his fingers on his chest.

“I’m so sorry, really. It’s unacceptable, I know!”

“Stop apologizing, you’re young and Satoru is a devious little shit. I wanted to make sure you don’t feel weird now.”

“Me feel weird? But I…” You lean forward, whispering to a very amused Professor Geto. “I held your arm and fucking came .”

“Yeah you did.” You cover your face with your books as he’s chuckling. “Satoru is my best friend in the world. He is clearly into you, alot.”

You peek out. “You think so?”

“That’s pretty clear. But, he doesn’t think straight when it comes to his feelings. So I’ll leave it to you to keep him in check. I can only do so much with him.” You exhale, looking at Suguru’s serious gaze for a moment.

“It’s hard to think straight for me too, though. He… does things to my brain, and I become stupid.” He smirks at that a bit, coming to stand now, leaning a hip on the edge of his desk.

“Satoru hasn’t gotten like this over a girl before. As precarious and… dangerous as this relationship could get, I can’t ignore how happy he is just talking about you.” You feel that flutter again.

“It’s hard to believe that.”

“Yeah, he talks a lot of shit. But he’s just a big baby. So would hate to see either of you hurt. Just… keep it together, at least until you’re out of the classes.”

“He invited me… to an out of town thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you all can fuck and get that pent up energy out.” You flush again, shoving at him, and he laughs. “Sorry, love, but you seem… worked up.”

“I’ll never live it down!”

“Maybe it’ll be an engagement party story.”

“You go way too far. I mean clearly attraction but… we don’t know each other just yet you know.”

“You would totally marry him, huh?”

“Shh. You’re just as bad as him, you know, you just act calmer!” He puts a finger to his lips.

“Keep that to yourself.”

“Please forget that… please!”

“There’s no way. I’m sorry. But I won’t bring it up.” You exhale.

“That’s as good as I can get huh?”

“Won’t bring it up to you.”

“Hey!” He pats your head then, sitting back down. “I see why you two are best friends.”

“Hey now, that’s close to an insult. I’m gonna grade your paper low as fuck.”

“Professor!”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Go on now, legs.”

“Oh god!” You glare at him, but break into your own laughter, then sigh, turning away. “Hey Geto?”

“You can call me Suguru, we’re so close now.” He winks, and you feel so flustered but in a way? Happy. Satoru likes you. You have no clue how or what it means, but…

It makes you giddy.

Dumb.

“Thank you for the talk, Suguru.”

“Of course, Legs.”

“Never mind!” You leave a laughing Suguru, and realize more and more how much he and Satoru are alike.

You peek at your phone, seeing Maki is calling. “Hey girl!”

“Hey, babe. You’re fucking hot professor this weekend huh?”

“Maki!” You hiss, sneaking into the bathroom, as if people could hear her over the phone. “I didn’t say that I was!”

“Yuta figured it out. Said you’re as red as a tomato.”

“Oh, god.” You lean over the sink then, taking in your still flushed cheeks, would they ever go back to normal!? “Maki… listen… we…”

“Oh shit, ya’ll fucked!”

“No, no. He… repeated that thing, y’know… the thing.”

“Oooh, lucky girl! Oh my god though at school? Y'all need a hotel or something.”

“That’s the thing.” You’re whispering like you’re a teenager sneaking a smoke, this whole thing was…

Thrilling, fuck.

“We will be in one. Maki, what do I do? I don’t…”

“We’re shopping this week then. Gonna have you looking so hot.”

“Yeah, that actually sounds so good. I need a girl day.”

“Got you, Yuta can stay home like a good boy.”

“Hey!”

You snort as you hear him in the background.

“Thank you, Maki, I know we’re having lunch Friday, wanna go shopping after then?”

“Sounds good babe, text me the details.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too!”

You tremble, and peek, seeing him.

Professor Dickhead: I’ll pick you up at like seven pm Friday, so we can settle in the hotel before I work. Is that good for you?

Your heart races, at the thought of you two finally alone. When you could barely even function when he’s near you in a crowded room, in a car in front of your dorm, but alone? It sounds so intimate.

You: Yes, that works, what all should I bring?

Professor Dickhead: Just you. I owe you panties now.

You: Yeah you do.

Professor Dickhead: Gonna be crotchless.

The thoughts of that? Ugh…

You: Satoru!

Professor Dickhead: What, it’ll be hot.

You: I’ve never worn those…

Professor Dickhead: You’re really cute, supersoaker.

You: Ugh! Geto called me Legs.

Professor Dickhead: See, they’re nice!

You snort at that.

You: I wanna die.

Professor Dickhead: Drama Queen.

You: Jerk.

Professor Dickhead: Need me to buy you a pretty dress?

You: No, I’m going shopping with Maki. Going anywhere fancy?

Professor Dickhead: I have a place there you’ll like. Mmkay, gotta go do adult professor things!

You: I think I’m more mature than you.

Professor Dickhead: Nah, you’re a little brat.

You: Bye, Professor Dickhead.

Gojo gives you a sad face.

You: What?

Another sad face.

You: Bye Toru.

He hearts that one.

Professor Dickhead: Bye, pretty.

You put your phone up, sighing, way too fucking happy. Your mind races for the weekend coming, images wild in your mind. Your experiences were… boring, missionary, and the guys… they were careful? So it could have been a lot worse. But it wasn’t good either. With Gojo you picture things will be so different.

But would you all… have sex? Were you ready?

Your pussy says yes. She’s said yes since you met him.

***

That Friday, thankfully you have no classes, you’d been swamped with studying all week, also you had just started your little off campus job, you only worked a few hours a day doing paralegal work, but that on top of everything was kicking your ass. You had barely seen Gojo whatsoever, aside from class with him, and he’d been so swamped all you all could do was sneak a kiss.

Maki and Yuta had lunch with you, and then Yuta sadly got kicked out, so Maki could take you up to the mall, and you all go into one of her favorite stores. You hadn’t been shopping in forever really, aside from buying professional things for school and work.

You follow her around the store now, looking at different outfits and sharing giggles, and you honestly were feeling more alive than you have in a long time, as tired as you were. Maki snatches up a gorgeous dress suddenly, dark emerald green and flowy, with a plunging neckline, that makes your heart skip a beat.

"This one!" She says with a knowing smile. "It screams 'fuck me'!”

“Maki!” She laughs at your expression.

“But also 'worship me’." She winks, and you exhale, running your fingers down the silky fabric.

“Let’s try it!”

You head to the dressing room to slip it on, and when you step out, you can't believe the reflection staring back at you. It hugs your curves in all the right places, the neckline dipping low enough to show your breasts enough to be tantalizing. Gojo certainly had never seen you in anything like this.

You spin around, watching the fabric swirl around your legs, checking out the back side, which also dipped low, nearly to the dimples on your lower back, the top had a little collar that dangled down with a long gold chain. The color makes your skin glow, your eyes just pop.

"It's perfect." You murmur to yourself, then you step out, and Maki’s fanning herself, pretending to faint. You giggle.

“Gorgeous, babe! Oh, I know my stuff."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "You totally do. Thank you Maki.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, I think we're done here, this is the one."

"No way," she says, grabbing your hand. "We're going to get some lingerie, baby girl.”

“Maki… isn’t that like too much?”

“Babe… he looks at you like he wants to eat you.” You cover your face in your hands, sighing in embarrassment. “Let’s look around this store!”

You all go the the fancy lingerie store, all covered in pinks, and Maki sets out to find lingerie sets, throwing you a couple to go try on. You also get measured, since your bras clearly were too small, and get a new every day bra. You pick up a pretty emerald set then, trying it on nervously.

The bra cups your breasts perfectly, making them even fuller, and the panties? Well, they're definitely going to be an interesting surprise for Satoru, they’re crotchless, as he so desired apparently. It comes with little garters and a little lacy waist piece that hits your waist, and you turn, realizing… Damn, you look hot.

You step out of the dressing room, and Maki's jaw drops. "Holy shit, you look amazing!" She squeals, making you blush even harder. "My wifey is so hot!”

You laugh at that. “I love you.”

A few hours later, Gojo texts you.

Satoru: (You changed it, okay!?) Dress comfy for the ride, it’s a few hours away and you’re always sleepy in my car.

You: Got it! I don’t know why… your car makes me so sleepy lol. I think I’m just… comfortable.

Shit, you said that?

Satoru: Good.

You nervously check yourself in the mirror one more time, the dress was clearly getting saved for when you all were going out, but that lingerie? It was right under your outfit, which was a white collared shirt, a black vest and a black pleated skirt. And honestly, it was comfy and stretchy, but also? Totally fucking with Gojo’s school girl fantasy.

You’d never let him know though.

You spent far too long hooking the garters up to the little thigh high tights, which Maki had picked out for you, and you nervously look at them, imagining Gojo’s hands on your thighs…

Fuck.

Satoru: I’m here, Miss Brat.

You: On my way down!

You grab your toiletries and put em in a little bag, then pass by some of your ties, and you giggle, popping one on real quick, they were pre tied and stretchy. It really was playing with fire, you knew Gojo would lose it. Then, you head out, locking up your dorm room.

When you’re downstairs he’s there, more casual than usual, with some dark blue slacks that look soft to the touch, and a loose button up, unbuttoned right at his chest, showing the shimmering skin of his. He’s leaning against his car, peeking at his phone, then he pauses, eyes meeting you.

You nervously stand there, as his eyes go up and down, gripping the phone so tight you thought it may break in his big hands. You casually step closer, brushing your hair behind your ear, smiling up at him. His blue gaze is softer in the dark light outside, as it’s evening, pinks and purples behind him, outlining his lithe frame.

“All ready, Professor Gojo.” You whisper, and he huffs, running a hand through his perfect hair.

“You’re… you’re…”

“Use your words, Satoru.”

He glares then, looking around, at the still bustling campus, and he manages to clear his throat then, opening the door, and you slide in, trying to ignore the way his eyes are devouring you before he shuts it behind you. When he’s in his seat now, the tension in the car is thick, the air heavy with anticipation.

“You look hot as fuck.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, making him glare over at you. “You wore this on purpose.”

“Not at all, cute and comfy!”

“Shit liar, Miss Brat.”

As he starts to drive, you act nonchalant, but when his hand finds its way to your leg, and your heart skips a beat. He traces the seam of your skirt, and you bite your lip, trying to keep your cool, and then he hums, plucking gently at the fabric of the little black stockings.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“What, you like this outfit, Professor?”

“I should spank that ass when we get there. I have a ruler somewhere in this damn car.” You giggle, and he smirks at you, sighing. “You’re way too hot.”

“Says you.” Your hand grips his, brushing over his knuckles, and he practically purrs, making you smile as you all hit a redlight.

“These tights go up all the way?” He asks, curiously, his hand sliding up further, he feels your bare thighs, fingering the little straps of the garters. His eyes widen, and his grip tightens for a moment. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he says, his voice low and gruff.

You can feel the heat from his hand fucking with you, making you start to clench your thighs, rocking your hips nervously, and your cheeks flush. "Maki's idea." You murmur, trying to play it off.

"Maki's got great fucking taste." He says, and he starts to drive again, but his hand finds its way back to your thigh, playing with the garter, snapping it against your skin and making you cry out. “And what’s attached to those garters, Miss Brat?”

“You’ll have to see, huh?”

“Teasing me, brat?” You just grin, until he hits higher, somehow managing to focus perfectly on the road, drive rather quickly and precise, all while finding the lips of your hot pussy, groaning then. “You fucking wearing crotchless panties?”

“Amongst… other… things… mmm!” He groans as you cry out, and you’re gripping his wrist tight, hips bucking up when he runs a finger up and down your slit, drawing wetness out that drips on him. “Toru…”

“Goddammit. Fuck.” You notice him shifting, and see it, the bulge that’s growing under his pants, and you lick your lips. “That all for me?”

“Of course it is, Toru.” You couldn’t tease about it, and he exhales, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As you stop at another red light, Satoru leans over, his eyes locked on yours. "I can't wait much longer. I wanna feel that tight, perfect pussy on me." He murmurs, and then his lips are on yours, hard and demanding. You melt into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his neck, your body leaning into his. The light turns green far too quickly, and you separate with a gasp.

“Fuck…” Is all you manage, and he sighs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

“Toru…”

“Hmm, pretty?”

“I could… make it better.” You reach over, rubbing him, and he moans, looking at you for a moment, eyes so bright blue in the darkening sky around you that they shone brightly.

“You offering a car blow job?” You giggle, nodding, and he laughs, like mad, like he’s losing it. “You… sure about it? We have all weekend to try things.”

“I really wanna, Satoru.”

“You’re freaky huh?” You grin. “Fuck me… shit… well, I can’t offer much direction, I’m driving.”

“I’m a good student, Professor.” He moans again, one hand unsnapping your seatbelt deftly, as the other grips the wheel. You all come to a stop and he looks at you, hungry.

“You want that cock in this pretty mouth, hmm?” You nod, eagerly, going to unzip him then, he arches his hips up, cheeks flushed. “Then ask me for it, nicely.”

“May I please suck your cock, Toru?”

He grins, teeth glinting. “Go with Professor.”

You grin back. “Want your student to suck your cock, Professor Gojo?” He’s moaning and you bend forward now, pulling his pretty, perfect cock out, mouth watering as you look down at the precum at his tip. “Professor, will this help my grades?”

“Oh my god, stop that, brat.” He’s grunting, and you’re laughing, feeling him twitch in your hand. He begins to drive again, a hand gently resting on the back of your head, moaning when you flick a tongue on his leaking tip, tasting him. “Oh… fuck…”

“Can’t speak, Professor?” You slide your tongue up and down the slit of his tip, as your hand slides down the length of him, and you hear his breathy gasp.

“You’re… a… brat…” You giggle, taking him in your mouth now, swirling your tongue around the tip of him, that ridge, and feel his thighs tense, your ass is up in the air, as you suck him in his little fancy sports car, on the highway. It makes you so wet and sensitive you whine. “Fuck you’re so good, baby.”

You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, sliding up with a pop and looking up at him, he glances down, hunger in his azure gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, his teeth biting his full lower lip. He brushes your hair back gently, then looks back at the road, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob.

“I wanna fuck you so bad, feel that tight pussy around me, pulsing while you cum, squeezing me. Ah!” You moan around his length, sucking and licking, stroking up and down with your hot mouth, and he’s arching his hips up, urging you. “Wanna bury my face in your pretty pussy till I can’t breathe.”

You’re whimpering, your cunt throbs around nothing, and wetness trickles out from your aching hole. Seeming to notice, Satoru removes his hand from your head, wrapping around to your ass instead, fingering your soaking wet pussy and sucking in his breath, all while you’re screaming on his cock.

“So wet from just this, brat? Want my cock so bad, don’t ya?” You just arch your ass up for more of his teasing strokes, sucking harder. Gojo hits another red light, as the car stops, and he puts his hand off the wheel, grabbing your hair and fucking your throat, making you gag so good, while sliding his fingers to your twitching clit. “Fuck, baby… oh my god.”

“Mmnmh!” You can’t speak, as you take more of him, as much of his long, thick cock as you can in your throat, and he has to drive again, but that one hand doesn’t stop, fingering your wetness, that’s pouring all out on his hand.

“Soaking wet for me. Just me. Say it.” You slide up with a gasp, a popping sound as your suction stops, and your eyes lock.

“Soaking wet for you, Toru. You taste so yummy.”

He whines then, a sound you never thought you’d hear, and his cock is twitching in your hand, pulsing. You feel so much power then, over this gorgeous, tall fucking powerful man, a man you want so bad, knowing that he was whimpering over you? Fuck it’s hot.

“I’m close, I… you’re too good at it.” He grumbles, focusing on the road, leaving you giggling, then he glares back down, shoving two fingers in, knuckle deep, making you whimper yourself. “Cum while you’re sucking me, would you baby? Wanna choke you as you scream on my cock.”

“Fuck… Toru…” You slide back down, and then he pauses you. “Hmm?”

“Where do you want me to cum? If not your mouth, we need to… figure it out.” You slide your tongue all the way up his pretty cock, where the two veins wrap, feeling him shiver at it.

“I want to drink your cum, Toru. You taste good here.” You lap up his precum with a flick of your tongue. “Cum for me, Toru.”

“Goddammit, ah! Fuck…” He’s moaning loud, his fingers stopping their motion completely, and with a throb and a pulse, and he’s coming, thick ropes of hot cum filling your mouth and down your throat, and you swallow so eagerly, so greedily, drinking him all, and then you keep sucking.

You lick him clean, and the car comes to a stop, his hand stroking through your hair gently, the other circling your little clit, and you look up at him, smiling. You lean up, and he kisses you, tongue shoving in your mouth, tasting his own cum, and his face looks like he’s drunk.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, making you giggle, but he stops that, pushing you to sit as he drives again. “Spread those thighs and put your feet up on the dash.”

You tremble, all the bravado gone, as he reaches over to your exposed pussy, finding your clit, and rubbing in perfect circles, and you can feel the orgasm building, tightening in your belly. Your hand tightens around his wrist, silently begging for more, for him to push you over the edge.

“What do you need, brat?” He whispers, and you whine, arching your hips up and clinging to him.

“Faster, please, Toru.”

“Anything for you, pretty.” He presses in harder, then he’s hitting your clit perfectly, the tension is unbearable in the car, as all both of you can think of is how bad you just wanna fuck each other. You can feel your legs start to shake.

“T-Toru, I’m close, s’close…”

“Couldn’t wait a few hours, so desperate for this cock, for my hands, for my mouth, aren’t you baby?” You just make a mewling sound from the back of your throat, nodding mindlessly. “Imma make you cum so much this weekend, you’ll forget your name, forget anything, just me.”

“Toru!” You’re screaming now, his finger tip isn’t enough, no, you want that cock in you, the cock that’s gotten hard again, and he adjusts it in his pants, groaning.

“Cum on my finger, baby girl. Please.” His finger doesn’t stop, pushing you until you feel your orgasm rocking you, then it keeps circling and pressing, making it go on and on until you’re a trembling mess. The lights of the passing cars paint your face with a strobe-like pattern, and all you can do is cling to him, head lolling to the side.

“Fuck… I want you so bad.” You whine, finally forced to just be pathetic, and he takes his finger off you, sucking on it, like it’s the yummiest meal, moaning.

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, and you exhale, shaking as you’re snuggled against the side of him, sighing. “Toru… it sounds lame, but what are we… becoming?”

“You’re kinda my girlfriend, don’t you think?” You look up at him, and he pouts cutely. “If you say no I’ll be so sad, shnookums.”

You caress his face, brushing back his white hair, kissing one of those perfectly high cheekbones. “I’d be anything you want. I’m full on pathetic for you.” You cringe at it, hiding your face then.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I like you opening up.” He murmurs, voice husky then, as you look up to him, his profile as he’s driving. “It’s a fucked situation, let’s just enjoy this weekend and… forget about everything for a bit.”

“I like that idea.” You snuggle against him, suddenly sleepy.

“Are you always gonna sleep when I drive?”

“I get comfy, Toru.” He pulls you close, kissing your head.

“So cute, like you weren’t just gagging on my cock.”

“You can be cute and gag on a cock!”

“Apparently so.” You both laugh then, but your eyelids, they get heavy, and your heart is fluttering.

You’re going to be alone with Satoru.

“I can’t wait to see whatever it is you’re wearing under that.” He says, voice seductive, hoarse.

“Maybe you’ll see, if you’re a good boy.”

“Good boy!? You have the roles reversed, brat.”

You just grin against his arm, snuggling deeper. “Imma nap, Toru.”

“Of course you are. The worst road trip buddy. You just snore all cute like a little pig. Ow!”

“Do not!”

You do doze off, though you’re not sure if you snore.

When you wake up, you see it.

A fancy goddamn hotel.

Chapter 6

Chapter on A03:

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 9 months

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Lucky For You I'm A Vampire

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: menstruation, blood lust, SMUT (I watched Saltburn and got a little too inspired by one scene... you know the scene you horny fuckers), oral sex, soft dom Astarion, praise

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You woke up with a start, your thighs felt sticky and the faint scent of iron tinged your nose. You sighed, getting up and cleaning yourself quickly. You groaned at the blood spot on your bedroll. You would wash it later, right now you need to find Shadowheart ASAP.

“Shadow-“ you got out before groaning, holding your lower stomach.

She looked at you with quizzical eyes before understanding completely, “Here, moon tea. Should help, if not come back and I’ll figure something else out.”

You gratefully took the sachet from her. Walking back to your tent, Karlach stopped you before you got there.

“Here soldier,” she handed you a glass stone with infernal etched into it.

“What’s this?” You asked as you ran your fingers over the smooth stone.

“Wrap it in cloth and hold it where there is pain. I can practically feel your cramps across camp.” She chuckled the last bit as a faint dusting of pink crossed your face.

You nodded, whispering your thanks before you hustled inside your tent. You felt awful. Your moon cycles had never been kind to you. You had been to healers about the severity of them; they told you you had something called “bleeder's wrath”. The healers blamed Loviatar but even you felt that was a little far fetched. Your body just seemed to have a hard time with your period, you bled more than you should. This made you weak unfortunately but you had to saunter on. You put your armor on, walking around Baldur’s Gate. You could feel the sheen of sweat covering you, it was beading on your brow. You felt nauseous, trying your best not to wretch. Your vision faltered, things looking swirly before you decided to pay the floor a visit. The last thing you saw was everyone rushing towards you, distant calls of your name ringing in your ear.

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You woke up but kept your eyes closed, your head was pounding. You opened your eyes when Astarion cleared his throat to catch your attention.

“Hello love.” you spoke.

“Hello darling…” he replied, walking over to you. He dabbed a cool rag over your forehead. “Why didn’t you say you felt unwell? Especially with something I can help you with.”

Your head snapped to him, you pushed yourself up onto your elbow. “What?” you stuttered.

Astarion dropped the rag into the pail of water, “My sweet… I can smell you…” he looked at you, his eyes were blown wide with want.

“It’s not the right time of the month…” you said, backing up a bit.

“Lucky for you I’m a vampire…” he said, softly trailing his hand up your leg before he slipped it into your underwear.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered closed. “Star…” you panted as his fingers worked you.

“Shhhhhh…” he whispered, pulling his hand off you and licking your crimson off them. He traced your lips with his index finger, smearing blood and essence on you. “Are you going to be good for me?” he asked in a sultry, low rasp. He pulled your lower lip down with his thumb. You glanced down before taking it in your mouth, sucking and licking it clean. Astarion’s eyes had never looked so glazed over with desire. He pulled his thumb from your mouth before descending down your body. Kisses, hickies, and nips littered your body. Your back arched when he kissed your pubic bone. He licked your thighs clean before sucking your blood and essence into his mouth.

“You are perfect, every time.” he winked up at you.

You squealed, your breathing was erratic. You could feel yourself leaking, arousal and blood gracing his tongue like syrup.

He was like a man starved, he was devouring you. Your mind was racing but it was also empty. The pleasure was all you could feel, all you could focus on. “So good, so sweet…” he panted out between breaths. His hands roamed you, trying to find pleasure anywhere he could.

Your moans and sighs became constant, your hand pushing his head further into you. His nose rubbing against you combined with his incessant mouth pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name, not caring if the others heard. Astarion held your hips down as you shook, fucking you with his tongue making you a moaning mess. You tugged at his roots, pulling him up to your lips. He was gorgeous. Pale skin covered, dripping with your crimson. His tongue met yours, the kiss was sticky as your blood stained lips met his. Your breaths evened out after a moment, your legs still giving the occasional twitch. Astarion reached for the forgotten wet rag, lightly wiping your thighs off. He wanted to be gentle with how sensitive he knew your body could be.

“Thank you…” you whispered.

Astarion smirked at your fucked out state. “No, thank you my love. I’ve never tasted something so delectable, so heavenly.”

You blushed, giggling slightly before hiding your face in your hands. He finished wiping the blood off himself before pulling your hands away from your face. “You are divine…” he whispered before kissing your wrists.

You batted your eyelashes at him, your eyes were drooping. “Care for a cuddle?” you said, tracing over his jaw.

“Always.” he said, pulling you into his chest.

You immersed yourself in him, he smelled like home. Sweet and simple, earthy and calming. You took deep breaths, wanting to fill your lungs with him. He lingered in your soul in every way one can. His touch. His smell. His beauty. His taste. His voice. All of him was one with you. Complete love and trust is what this feeling was, and god did you revel in it.

“Shit… I should put something on to catch the blood.” you whispered, irritated.

“Why would you do that?” Astarion asked.

You mirrored his confusion, “I don’t want to get blood everywhere?” you responded.

“You mean my breakfast? What a waste darling, shame on you.” he whispered into your neck, licking the shell of your ear before he nipped your neck.

“You’ll be the death of me…” you whispered, rolling your hips unconsciously.

“I can promise you a little death… figuratively speaking.” he spoke softly, his hand tracing over your curves and edges like a phantom.

“A little sleep first…” you whispered, mirroring his body tracing.

“Of course, anything for you pet.” he kissed your cheek, tugging the blanket over you to protect you from the chill of night.

“Love you Star…” you whispered sleepily.

“Love you my sweet.” you heard before drifting off to dreamland.

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Naboo's Note:

I'm such a slut for this one, its serving cunt your honor. I always write my best fics when I'm stoned and baby this is a GOOD ONE. Bleeders wrath = Menorrhagia. Anyways - I humbly want to say thank you for all the support lately, its super awesome and makes me feel motivated. Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. ILYSMFRFRXOXOXO <3!!!

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leggerefiore · 3 months

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Can i request something with Maxie, Archie, Lysandre and Cyrus? Like they had a nasty fight with their s/o but they (s/o) aren't feeling so well so they end up passing out? It can be during or after their fight.

Smth like angst to comfort

the base four....

cw: arguing, fainting, comfort

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus

The argument had been an intense one. Harsh words were slung around by both sides as emotions ran quite high. The topic was one of contention – His plans. When you learnt of what your boyfriend was actually doing and the possible effects it could have, you naturally decided to confront him. Though, the timing was absolutely awful as the lingering exhaustion from a cold took over your body. As your boyfriend stood defensively, you tried to catch yourself on a table as your balance staggered. Your vision grew blurry before you finally collapsed. The last thing you could definitely make out was your name being called out and rushed footsteps.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Whatever shock had momentarily consumed Lysandre faded in an instant. He rushed over to catch you before you could sustain any damage from your collapse. Dramatically, he would admit he called your name a few times and tried to shake you awake. When that failed, he laid you out on the couch and debated his next moves. His frustration about your disagreements on his plans faded quickly. No matter what, the most beauty he could possibly find lied with you. A cool pack was pressed to your head as he made a quick call. You seemed well enough aside from a sudden fever and passing out. The fiery man could only sit at your side and stroke your hand. To think that the stress alone of what he was going to do caused this… He felt vindicated in his choice not to tell you. His hand stroked your cheek. He closed his eyes. For now, he would need to find a way to keep you at ease.

☕️ When you woke up, it was to the scent of coffee. Lysandre sat in a nearby lounge chair, silently drinking coffee and looking over something on a tablet. It was quickly put aside when he noticed that you had awoken. Momentary upset at the thought of the argument continuing was quashed when he knelt down and gently comb his fingers through your hair, giving a gentle apology. You let out a shaky breath, the stress fading from you. It had been a lot, and you knew it was far from over with how impassioned Lysandre could be. Yet, you knew working yourself up was a terrible idea, and the gentleness he exuded was enough to let you forget for just a moment. Later, you would probably find yourself at ends with him, but not for right now. It was much better spent letting him offer you anything you could ever possibly want to earn your forgiveness.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He managed to cushion your head before you hit the ground. Maxie felt panic rush through him, his collected demeanour falling away to reveal his evident distress. Your body felt warm – far too warm. He got you to the couch and immediately brought a cool cloth to your forehead. His upset about your inability to understand his plans were gone. They could wait – Everything could wait. You were his priority. His glasses fogged up from how heavily he was breathing and how flustered he had become. As right as he might have felt about his goals, you being in such a state about it finally hit him. You were upset enough to pass out. He swallowed. There could be a discussion – something to either help you understand or give you peace of mind. He held your hand tightly as you remained unconscious.

🪨 When you finally awoke, bleary and exhausted, you smelled the scent of something pleasant. Raising up carefully, a cool cloth fell down from your forehead. Footsteps rushed to your side as you turned up to see your boyfriend gazing at you with worried eyes. Memories of the fight flooded into your head, but before you could say anything about it, arms wrapped around you. A proper apology left Maxie's lips as you sat in momentary shock. Hugging him back, you supposed the topic was not crucial right now. Instead, you prepared yourself to be interrogated about your health. Whatever harshness you felt about his plans did not apply to his person – No, you knew you loved Maxie, which is why you had become so overwhelmed. But, when he promised to speak with cordially about it later, you felt relieved.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie scrambled to catch you as you fell, his body moving without any hesitation. The Aqua Leader was in shock that you suddenly fainted. Unadulterated Panic rushed through his veins as he carried you to lay on the couch. He moved through quick first aid to make sure you were all right before determining that it was apparently nothing serious. You were running a fever, though. He put a damp cloth on your forehead and sighed. The initial adrenaline wore off, and he let himself sit down. Were his plans that important? He knew they were – He desperately wanted to understand and stop viewing him as unreasonable. But… If it had you that upset, Archie could only wonder. He did not want you getting like this. Seeing you faint snapped him from whatever trance he was in. You two needed a proper talk, not some petty argument full of insults. He already felt awful for what he had said. His hand stroked through your hair. Shame flooded his system.

💧 When you woke up, you found yourself under a blanket in the late evening. Eyes going to the window, you spied Archie hanging outside, watching the waves. You felt distressed suddenly – Both from the argument and from fainting. Before you could fret foo much, Archie noticed you were awake and headed back inside. A crushing hug was the first thing on his agenda when he saw you. A sweet yet simple apology left him. You let yourself fall into the affection, the scent of the ocean wafting from the pirate. For now, you supposed, the argument did not matter. It could be a later thing. Especially when he cupped your face so sweetly. Archie was a reasonable, caring man. You knew he would never do anything with active maliciousness. For now, you would just enjoy the moment.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyrus caught you, his panic springing him into action before he could even process it. His eyes were wide as he felt your body overcome with heat. A fever. Whatever his frustrations were towards your opinion on his plans faded. He brought you to the couch and quickly pressed a damp, cool cloth to your forehead. His breaths were shaky as he watched you lay. Your pulse was checked, and he listened to your breathing to confirm that you were alive. Even after his phone lit up with updates about work – him having come home in the middle of an important task – he ignored it. Nothing mattered. He felt oddly empty. His vile words about you being too foolish to understand and that his plans are truly the only option for this world. Seeing you faint… It felt harder for his thoughts to remain focused. His hand held yours as you laid unconscious.

☄️ When you awoke, you found Cyrus asleep at your side. His head lay on your side, arms crossed under him to support his weight. The sweet scene was interrupted by memories of your fight. You were not backing down from your options, but… The threats of leaving him felt impossible to follow up on. Whatever was going on with the blue-haired man, he needed help, not rejection. Your hand combing through his hair startled him awake, tired blue eyes piercing through you. A sigh left him when he saw you. No words were spoken, but it was clear that the fight was to be put off to the side for now.

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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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All these exorcists looking so serious

How about an exorcist reader who's only stoic when fighting but she's genuinely such a cheerful and positive darling?

":0! GUYS LOOK!!" "Awh, don't be sad, I bet lotsa other angels would like to be with you!" "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to bump into you while flying babes :(("

- sweetheart anon

“Kisses!”

Summary: Basically just a sweet heart angel who kills sinners and has magical kisses!

Warnings: None I can think of!

F!Reader

Navigation — other works!

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“Ouch! Shit.” I look to my left, catching sight of Ariel clenching her side. I hurried over to her — sitting her down while I called for a medic to rush over. “Oh my gosh — are you okay?” I asked, worry laced in my tone.

“Yeah I’m good Y/N. Just need a stitch.” I felt bad at the sight of her wincing in pain. “Oh you poor thing. Muwah, there all better!” I smiled sweetly at her, kisses always makes things better. “Thank you.” She gave me a sweet smile to — and for a moment I saw her relax.

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“FUCKING SHIT BALLS!” I looked over to the only man who would have such a vocabulary. Adam.

I walked over to him — giving him a worried glance over. “Are you okay? What happened?” I put my hand on his arm — since he was two tall for me to reach his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’m cool or whatever I just stubbed my toe.”

“Awe, I’m so sorry. Muwah.” I used my wings to fly me up enough to give a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s, it’s whatever dude.” I could see the smile he had on his face — or maybe it was a smirk.

More often the not after that — Adam always hurt himself being clumsy when I was around. And every time my kisses made him feel better. They were magical.

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“I swear if I have another sinner punch me one more time I’m going to lose it.” I sip my boba tea as I watch Lute rub the bruise forming on her cheek.

She had gotten a bit bruised up in this last extermination. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I wasn’t there to help her.

I leaned over the table and gave a kiss to her cheek. A slight blush formed over her face, I could see her rolling her eyes. Though the slight grin on her face told me she was in a lot better mood.

“You should totally try some of my boba tea!”

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“How did you get in to this elite group anyway?” Ariel asked, I could tell it was genuine curiosity and not teasing like some others did.

To be honest I couldn’t blame someone for doubting my abilities — but I think people tend to forget that we are in a heaven. Not all of us are killing machines.

“I guess I just passed the exam. I had an opportunity and I took it. It’s worked out for me this far.” Me and her shared a little laugh before I offered her some of my candies.

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I used my sword to slice off a sinners head quickly, not wanting to draw out his death.

Looking over to my right I saw Ariel get kicked into a wall. I flew quickly to her — helping her up. “I think they broke my rib.” I felt it, and yep she definitely did. “Head over to the portal, I think we’re leaving soon.” My voice was emotionless as I gave her a kiss to her cheek.

I rush after the sinner who ran away. I flew in front of him and he ran down an alley way. “Just you and me.” I spoke out drawing my sword. Before he could make a sound I stabbed him through the mouth and pinned him to the alley wall.

Some of his blood splattered on my face as the life in his eyes died. “Time to pay the piper.”

“Now that, was badass.” I looked over to Adam, and Lute. Adam was clapping, a proud smile on his face while Lute looked away — nervous.

I pulled my sword away from the sinner before running over to the two. “Is the portal open yet? Ariel got hurt.” Wordiness was in my tone — to which Adam grabbed chin, stoping me from talking.

“Sush babe — it’s all under control.”

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I sighed out as I read over Adam’s report. It was normal he’d come to me with his paper work when Lute was busy.

“What? That’s like the fifth sigh.” I looked up to the first man. To be honest I hadn’t really known I was sighing that much.

“It’s just — I give everybody kisses or blow them ones when they are feeling down.”

Adam sat beside me, “uh huh.” Gesturing for me to continue. “Well it’s just sometimes I wish I could get some kisses when I get hurt or feel down.”

“Muwah.” I looked to my left where Adam was sitting. I smiled as I cached the kiss he blew.

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“Ariel!” My friend looked over to me, “hm?”

“You’ll never guess what’s been happening over the last few months!” She gave me a confused look, “what’s been happening?”

“So you know Adam right? Our boss? First man? Rockstar?” Ariel gave me a smile, “I think I’ve heard of him.”

“Oh Ariel don’t be silly — you’ve seen him. Did you hit your head?”

“That was sarcasm.”

“Oh.”

…

“Well? What’s been happening these last few months?” She asked after a long silence.

“Oh right! So you know how I give hugs, or kisses, or make people cakes when they get sad or hurt?” Ariel nodded her head, “one of many things I like about you.”

I smiled at her adorableness. “Well — I told Adam I get sad when no one does that for me and well now every time I’m not in a good mood or I hurt myself he’ll pat my head, or blow me a kiss, or will be really sweet.”

“Adam?!”

“Yeah! Like today I dropped my boba tea and he wrapped his wing around me and gave me his!”

“Aweeeeee.”

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Lute got up from the chair, cursing loudly when she hit her shin. “Muwah.” She slowly looked over to Adam, and he slowly look up from gutair.

“This never happened.”

His voice was low, and you could see his embarrassment through his mask.

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A/N: it’s been awhile, hi! So I’m not going to be posting daily, or to to much, but I’m going o try and get more stuff out. I’ve been inactive and that’s just because in my opinion I haven’t been writing well — and I don’t want to put out writing I don’t love. I will eventually get to your request, however it won’t be immediate. I’m sorry this is so short and please have a lovely day!

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poraphia · 1 year

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So piggy backing off the Wilbur x actor!y/n what if we’re an actor but we have to kiss someone for a scene and Wilbur is there watching us act if that makes sense

"One Good Movie Kiss"

pairing • jealous!wilbur x actor! reader 2687 words • 9.4.23 containing • jealous wilbur, reader is an actor, wilbur and reader meet up after a while of not seeing each other. super super sorry to the anon that asked for this weeks ago! I've been putting it off for so long and I just feel so horribly guilty :c my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“I've spent weeks away from you. What I'm not about to do is watch you kiss some other man when you're right in front of me.”

♡♡♡

“You’re not kissing anyone.”

I raised my eyebrow with a corner of my mouth quirked up, almost amused by his statement, but Wilbur remained silent on the line. I was in my hotel room after a long day of filming. Wilbur had finished his set a while ago, and now he was waiting in his hotel room before his next flight to a different country.

“Will, it’s part of the script. I kinda have to for, y’know, my job.” I noted, plopping myself down on my bed. All he did in response was hum back.

“Well, whatever you say, dear, I just know you’re not going to be kissing anyone tomorrow.” He said matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes, not sure if he was joking or was serious. Besides, it’s not like he can just change the script to his liking, right?

Tomorrow Will and the band were going to be flying over to the country that we were filming in for two reasons. One reason was to perform a set for a festival, but the other reason is that with some great negotiating with the director, I convinced the team that Lovejoy could have a feature in the movie. After working with the team for some time, not only did they have a featured song in the movie, but also a scene where they played as a band during the film! I remember telling the band that night, and they were absolutely ecstatic. It was as soon as I got off of work, I rang them in the taxicab back to my hotel.

“Oh, Willll~!” I chimed after Will picked up my call.

Wilbur, who was absolutely groggy after performing, only mumbled when he spoke. “Yes, dear..?”

“Guess what, guess what! Are you with the band? You guys would all love to hear this news.” I asked. With a tired sigh, Wilbur flicked on the camera before outstretching his arm to show him in the passenger seat with the rest of the boys in the back seats. I noticed that through the car windows, you could see it was relatively dark, which was the complete opposite in my case with the bright and sunny sky blaring in my face.

Joe looked half asleep, Ash was on his phone, and Mark looked a bit drunk but nonetheless energetic. “So what did you need to tell us?” Wilbur asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Okay, okay! So remember how I said that I was going to convince the director to feature a song in the movie?” I reminded them. Wilbur slowly nodded in response, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Mhm?” He hummed.

“Well, not only will you guys have a featured song, but also you guys will be playing in the background in one of the shots! Isn’t that so fucking cool?! I’m so proud of you guys!”

Immediately, I saw all the guys sit up with wide grins and look at each other with such enthusiasm. Mark screamed and cheered as Wilbur held the phone close to his face, gasping in awe. “You’re serious?!” Wilbur said. “Like you’re so, so serious??” His mouth then curled into a wide smile before jumping in his seat like a little child.

I smiled, reminiscing at the memory that only happened a few days ago. “Hey, darling?” Present Wilbur called out to me, making me shake out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m gonna head out now. Get some rest okay? I’ll be seeing you a couple of hours from now.” He noted.

“Oh, yes! I should get some rest now, should I?” I nervously chuckled, scratching the back of the neck. “I’ll see you soon, my love! Text me when you land. I love you!” With some cheesy little kisses through the phone, I hung up and threw my phone onto the nightstand. I stretched my arms above my head, snuggling into the off-white fitted sheets and pulling up the thick covers to embrace my body. My eyes fluttered close, and soon enough, I drifted off to dreamland.

The next day, I woke up practically jumping into bed and throwing on my usual outfit of sweatpants and tank tops. I walked into my bathroom, thoroughly washed my face with my exfoliating cleansers then brushed my teeth to make sure they were as bright as ever. I tied my hair back into something comfortable before slipping on some tennis shoes and leaving my room with my backpack equipped. Once I walked out, I called a taxi for a fifteen-minute drive to our production set.

In the meantime, I opened up my phone to read some missed messages from Wilbur.

Wilby <3: Hey we landed

Wilby <3: so eepy

Wilby <3: see you in six hours ml :)

With a goofy grin on my face, I responded.

You: headed to the studio now. cant wait to see you wilbs :D

I closed my phone and slid the device into my pocket, exchanging it for a pair of headphones as I admired the streets of the city.

Once I arrived, the office was bustling per usual with cameras getting readily in position and screenwriters and editors discussing the process of the movie shots. I made my way toward the breakfast table. On display, there were fruits, bagels, and yogurt cups. I decided to take a yogurt cup and plastic spoon before wandering around the set, examining the different scenes that were being worked on.

Once I finished a lap around the warehouse, I heard the front door open, and it was none other than Wilbur carrying his guitar case on his back wearing baggy clothing and glasses resting on the bridge of his none. Immediately dropping my bag and throwing my cup into a nearby trashcan, I ran up to him, jumping into his warm embrace after what felt like years.

“Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur!” I exclaimed, burying myself in his chest. His arms slithered around my waist as he held me tightly, picking me up ever so slightly.

“(y/n)! I’ve missed you so much!” He twirled me around before placing me back down. “How are you, my love?! Has the States been treating you well?” He ran fingers through my hair as I held on to his wrist, not letting my eyes leave that gorgeous smile on his face.

“Surprisingly well! How about you, sweetheart? Have you been okay?” I asked.

“Well I’m certainly more than okay now that I’m with you—”

We heard a voice clear his throat only for us to whip our heads around. Joe, Ash, and Mark stood there awkwardly having to endure the immense PDA they had just witnessed. Instantly, we both pulled away with a tint of red brushing our faces.

“S-sorry—!” I stuttered. “How are you guys?”

“Hey, (y/n)! We’ve been doing just fine.” Mark held up his drumsticks, resembling a wave. “Were you guys getting ready to film?” He asked.

“Err, well-” I stepped back a bit from Wilbur to direct my attention to the guys. “In about fifteen minutes maybe? The director is somewhere with the film crew, so you guys can talk to him in the meantime. I gotta meet up with the cast in a bit to go over some lines and stage acts.” I checked my watch, realizing I had somewhere to be in just a few minutes. “Just for now walk around and get acquainted with the set. I’ll be seeing you guys later, I promise!”

Giving Will a quick peck goodbye, I jogged over to where the rest of the cast was, and from then on, we discussed our lines and what scenes we would be filming for that day. Some of the scriptwriters joined us as well, telling us how they envisioned each of the scenes.

“So this part is where we show the Masked Woman’s origin when she fell in love and then lost her lover.” One of the writers said, pointing at our papers. “We’re going to have a scene where they kiss while the band is playing in the background just to really feel that teenage kind of innocent love. Make sense?” I looked around, seeing all the actors nod, but my mind was racing.

We were going to kiss in front of the band?

God, I know Wilbur wouldn’t be too happy about that.

“Hey, you’re doing alright?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, only to look up at the hired love interest that I was set to kiss with.

“Oh— Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just my boyfriend is the lead singer of the band that’s going to play— Not sure if he’ll be too fond of watching us kiss.” I lightly chuckled to myself, but in reality, I was a little nervous. He raised an eyebrow before turning to a writer.

“Is there a way where we can hide the kiss? So we don’t actually have to y’know— actually kiss?” He asked.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” The writer sighed, tilting her head to the side. “The director is really strict on this. He wants a perfect, loving kiss scene.”

With a defeated sigh, I shook my head. “It’s fine, really. Just wanted to see if there were any cheatways into this.” I said, scratching my neck. “I’m gonna go do my hair and makeup. I’ll see you guys in a bit!” Begrudgingly, I trudged to my dressing room to get my outfit and makeup done. I know on one hand, this is my job, of course, I was going to have to kiss someone. It’s not like I haven’t kissed anyone on a set before! I mean, that was before I met Will at least… Still, I wonder. What was Will’s plan? It’s not like he can improv his way into being the one to kiss me. Unless?

After roughly an hour or two, it was finally time to film the scene. Lovejoy has been recording shots for the montage segment of their band playing as the actors and I have been rehearsing the following lines. But for the most part, it was small talk while watching the band perform. Which was completely fine in my eyes since it’s been so long since I’ve seen Wilbur and the band play live. All of the main actors carpooled into one van and were eventually transported to an outside area. There stood the director, Lovejoy, and the camera crew.

The setting took place at an outside area near a bay. The boys were set to perform at a stage-like gazebo with makeshift speakers and wires trailing along the floor. A little fan was even placed as a prop to refresh the band. I hopped out of the car, approaching the set steadily, unsure if they were still filming or not. Eventually, the director turned to us, greeting us with his signature jolly laugh.

“There yall are! Now, we just finished the takes for the band. Now as they’re playing, we need you two—” He pointed at me and my assigned love interest. “—to stand relatively in front of the stage watching them perform. Then after some deep small talk talking about how much you enjoy the scene, you two kiss! Got it?” Reluctantly, I nodded. I glanced over to Will as he clutched his water bottle, taking a swig but still keeping an eye on our group.

Oh boy.

We continued on with taking scenes. My love interest and I were in the middle of the crowd around us, but given the small venue space, there were only several other people. Roughly, I’d say under fifty people. I stood next to him as we chatted about our made-up lives, talking about experiences we had when we were children, all while a camera glided along the outskirts of the crowd listening to the band.

“Ah, hold on. Are you feeling thirsty?” He asked in character. I chuckled before responding.

“Yeah, actually, it is hot out here. There are some drinks being handed out over there,” I pointed my thumb to the concession stand behind us. “Grab us some drinks. I’ll just listen to the band for now.” I smiled. He nodded, rubbing my bare shoulder before walking past me. Holding back my sigh, I turned to Wilbur. Now was the easy part of the scene where I got to just listen to the performance.

“I’m scum. I’m waste. I’m what.. You want.” Wilbur strained into the mic. I bit my lip, holding back the lyrics I wish I could harmonize with the man. I couldn’t do as little as mouth the lyrics, knowing that the camera was panning to capture my expression. I simply smiled up to Will, and soon enough, I met his gaze looking down at me.

In turn came Ash’s bass and Mark’s drums, revving up to Joe’s solo. Wilbur was the only one not playing right now, but that didn’t stop his theatrics. He swung his arms back and forth, pacing a little in place, until eventually, he descended off the pavilion with a bounce to each step. I looked around a bit, confused and not knowing if this was part of the script. The crowd stepped away, basically giving Will his right of way right in front of me.

“W-Will, what are you doing?” I whispered. In return, he didn’t answer. With one hand on his guitar, and the other cupping my face, Wilbur pressed his lips against mine as Joe’s solo played in the background. A huge blush crept onto my face to the tip of my ears, and all I could do in response was melt like ice cream. I fluttered my eyes closed with my hands running through his damp hair. I was desperate for his taste, something I never realized how much I was longing for until now. What stress I had building up in my system, whether it would be the intensity of filming or missing my family and friends, dissipated just from such a tender and innocent kiss.

Wilbur eventually had to pull away. I opened my eyes, revealing his smug smile, and a wink shot in my direction. “Meet me after the concert, baby, just thought you looked nice.” And with that, he turned around to finish performing the rest of the song.

What.

The fuck.

Just happened?!

Once the band finished the song, the director got out of his chair. “And cut!” He exclaimed. I looked over to see him rushing between the crowd, a joyous look on his face. “That was amazing! From that one take alone I could feel the passion! The love! That’s what we were aiming for!” He turned away from us and waved his hand to his production crew. “Tell the writers we’re going to go a little off-script because that was amazing! (y/n) and—” He turned around to face Wilbur. “Will, was it?” All Will could do was nod with a sheepish smile on his face. “Will, my man! You certainly know how to capture an audience! Alright everyone, regroup for fifteen!” The director turned away from us as the hired audience filed for a break.

I looked over to Wilbur, who looked as shy as ever. I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows, but I couldn’t hide that smile plastered on my face. “So.” I started.

“So what?” Wilbur repeated, playing dumb.

“So this what your masterful plan you were talking about last night?” I inquired. Bashfully he swayed side to side, avoiding eye contact.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. I rolled my eyes, a bit amused by his change of demeanor.

“Clingy bastard.” I turned around and headed toward one of the trailers, leaving him speechless.

“What—! Hey! Don’t walk away from me!” I heard him calling from behind. “(y/n)!”

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a / n ~ deeply apologize for just a really shitty thing of writing. I've spent roughly days working on this? Just putting it on and off. I am very eepy. If anyone messaged me or in my inbox I promise ill respond in the morning. reblogs and likes very appreciated! tysm ssososo much for the support <3!!

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