#my boss wants me to clean all the bathrooms on my floors tonight

[bloodyvioletzz]

Drunk And Nasty

Miguel O’hara x Reader | AU

WARNINGS: fem reader, smut, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex, praise kink, marking kink, biting, love bites, missionary, fingering, dirty talk, hair-pulling, literally so much smut so expect the worst, oh and miguel speaks spanish in this 🌚

Your boss was a dick. Always degrading you for anything you do.

“Is this all you did?” he asked. You were showing him your recent research on a spreading virus that started to infect people in Nueva York.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is it not enough?”

Miguel tossed the papers back onto your desk, ignoring your question. “Get back to work.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped back. Miguel was just heading out, but your tone made him turn his head to face you. You grew nervous under his gaze. “I’m sorry Miguel but- there’s progress on those papers! If you would just give me a chance.”

“How many chances have I given you?” Miguel replied coldly. “You keep disappointing me. I promoted you to this position for a reason. Do better.” And he left. Just like that.

As soon as he left the room you cleared everything off your desk, pencils rolling on the ground and files going everywhere. You grabbed the papers he had looked at off the ground and tore them up, frustrated. Nothing is good enough for this douche.

Jessica came in, a close friend of yours who was fortunately your co-worker.

“He saw you?” she questioned as she eyed everything on the floor.

“Yes! Nothing is good enough for him! It’s not like I went to fucking Harvard..”

Jessica laughed. “You need a break.”

You looked at her and scoffed. “Yeah, and get ridiculed for not working enough? No thanks.”

“Oh..” Jessica bent down and picked up some scattered files. She was off.

“What did you do…?” you asked suspiciously as you helped her clean your mess.

Jessica’s eyes were focused on the floor. “You know, I just thought you’d want a break- and everyone is going to the club tonight… I told them you’d come.”

You let go of the files and put your face in your hands, exasperated. “Oh my god. Of course you did!”

Jessica sighed as she finally looked at you. “I know you. You could really use this, when was the last time you partied?”

Your hands left your face as you shrugged, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” Jessica smirked.

“Shut up,” you smiled. “He won’t be there will he?”

“Oh no,” she replied. “Miguel doesn’t.. do clubs. Or people for that matter.”

“He’s quite the introvert,” you muttered.

Jessica nodded, getting up and setting some files neatly on a desk. “That he is.”

Once you two finished cleaning up the room, she drove you to her house. You figured you’d just wear one of her old dresses.

As you rummaged through Jessica’s closet, a thought popped into your mind.

“Is he like that with everyone?” you asked, looking at a black slip dress with red lace.

“Who, Miguel?” Jessica was doing her makeup in the bathroom mirror.

“Yeah.. like does he get that angry with anyone else?”

Jessica thought for a second. “No, not that I know of.”

You pulled the dress out, deciding that it would show off some skin and look good at the same time. “Interesting.”

Jessica laughed. “Interesting?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s like he has something personal against me.”

“I doubt it, he’s just an asshole.”

You walked into the club wearing Jessica’s dress. It was a little tight but it looked good nonetheless. To match the dress you let Jessica do your makeup. She gave you a smokey eye and red lipstick to match the colors of your dress.

“Want a drink?” Jessica asked, as if she wasn’t already dragging you to the bar.

Jessica ordered two shots, which you guys quickly downed. You smiled excitedly as you took Jessica to the dance floor.

Your hair stuck to your forehead as you danced next to your friends, occasionally feeling yourself and grinding against them. There was no attraction for them while you did this, but it was fun watching people watch you.

After dancing to a few songs, you lost Jessica and your friends. You were stuck in a crowd of people.. but danced anyway. Besides, didn’t Jessica say you needed a break?

You were moving your hips to the rythm of the song until you backed up and bumped into someone. You turned around laughing, obviously a bit drunk, and apologized.

“Watch it,” a familiar voice could barely be heard over the booming music.

Your eyes went wide as you realized who was here.

And oh, were you gonna be Jessica’s ass.

You decided to play it casual, considering it wasn’t a professional environment you two were in..

You continued to dance and playfully grabbed his hand, making him spin you around.

“What are you doing here?” you yelled, smiling at his unamused face as you forced him to dance.

“Jessica invited me,” he replied, talking louder now.

Miguel slowly felt more comfortable dancing with you, and moved his hands to your hips. It was like he guided you.

“I didn’t take you for a party guy!” you giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t take you for a black lace dress girl,” he said, eyes skimming your form.

You gradually got closer to him and he allowed it. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you said, looking up at him.

His mouth opened but he didn’t say anything. You smiled.

“Did I make THE Miguel O’hara speechless?”

The corners of his mouth turned up into a… wait. He is smiling. Miguel O’hara is smiling. And he’s smiling at you.

He flipped you around and pressed up against you, causing you to gasp. He smirked as he felt you grind up against him.

You leaned your head back and it layed against his chest, exposing your throat and a better look of your cleavage. His hand reached down and grazed your stomach, going all the way up until it reached your throat. He gently wrapped his hand around it, not choking you but holding you. All of a sudden Miguel O’hara started looking a lot more hot and a lot less grumpy.

Your breathing became heavy at the way he was touching and grinding against you, he was like an animal.

When Miguel let go of you, you immediately turned around to face him. He had the smuggest look ever, it was like he knew what he was doing to you. He was driving you crazy.

But little did you know that you made him crazy first.

You were so busy stuck looking at his expression to fail to realize that he was hard, for you, in public, with your co-workers around. Oh, and don’t forget.. he’s your boss.

“I-it’s hot in here..! Is it just me?” you laughed nervously as you fanned yourself.

“Si, eres tu…” you heard him mutter.

“What?” you practically screamed over the loud music. Miguel smiled. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You could’ve sworn he was a mindreader.

You tried to hide your smile by casually looking around, as if you were searching for Jessica. “Let me talk with Jess first, she’ll think I got kidnapped,” you joked. He smirked and nodded. “Sounds like her.. I’ll be waiting outside.”

You watched him make his way through the dancing crowd, instead of finding Jessica you ran to the bathroom, immediately touching up on your makeup and hair. Once you were done you texted Jessica.

—

ME

jessocq

JESSICA

Uh.. who?

ME

leaving club 🍆🍆

JESSICA

With who???

ME

uhmm moguek

JESSICA

Miguel?!

ME

yes

JESSICA

Oh god. Use protection, please.

—

You smiled to yourself at her replies. She’d make a good mom.

Once you thought you looked half decent you left the bathroom and went outside, waving to some friends on the way out. You saw Miguel leaning on a sleek, black car. It looked like it costed more than 200,000 dollars.. easily.

“I- Is this yours?!” you asked, growing nervous as he opened the passenger seat for you.

“Who else’s would it be?” he smiled as you rolled your eyes. “Yes, it’s mine.”

He shut the door once you were inside and got into his nice ass car.

“It looks even better on the inside,” you admitted.

“It looks better with you in it, neña.”

You looked out the window, smiling.

Music played quietly as he drove you to his apartment, unfortunately traffic was terrible on a Friday night in Nueva York. And you two got caught in it.

“Maldito gilipollas..” you heard Miguel curse under his breath as stupid drivers tried to swerve in and out of lanes.

You sighed, it was awkward being turned on and not be able to do anything. Miguel sensed this, probably because you were dead silent while he was there cursing in spanish and you hadn’t said a word.

Miguel snaked a hand over to your thigh and caressed it gently. You looked down at his hand briefly before looking back to the window. Was he seriously gonna do this while he was driving..? Best ignore it, right?

You tried ignoring it, but Miguel wanted to play with his food. He slid his hand farther up your thigh until he reached the bottom of your dress. Your breath picked up in just the slightest, but he noticed. He notices everything about you and he always has.

He dragged his hand underneath your dress and under your panties, long fingers gently touching the area that has been neglected for far too long.

You gasped softly as his middle and ring finger circled your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. You fought the urge to arch into his fingers, and Miguel eyed the way your chest rose and fell quickly.

“Use your words,” Miguel commanded.

“W-what?” you replied.

Miguel kept one hand on the wheel, one hand in your panties, and his eyes on the road. “Tell me what you want.”

Your mouth opened to speak but you couldn’t find the courage. He was so.. intimidating.

“Hm,” Miguel started to remove his fingers, but you were quick to put your own hand over his and guide him back down.

“I want you to touch me, Miguel.”

He hummed in approval, “Buenas niña.” His fingers continued the circular movement but faster. You sighed as your head rested against the window, your hot breath fogged up the window.

His fingers left your clit as they slid up and down your wet cunt, as if they were lubing themselves up.

Miguel pushed his middle finger into you slowly and you moaned quietly as he began pumping in and out. One finger shortly turned into two and he had you a moaning mess. If his fingers were this good…

Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to silence your loud moans out of embarrassment, but Miguel was ruthless and added a third finger.

“Quiero escuchar tus gemidos hermosa,” Miguel practically whimpered hearing the wet noises coming from his fingers leaving and entering your hole.

“Miguel..” you moaned, his fingers pumping into you and his palm hitting your clit gave you just the push you needed. “D-don’t stop I’m..”

Miguel slightly increased his pace as you came all over his fingers, “That’s right..” he praised. “Come all over my fingers, pretty girl.”

He removed his fingers once you came down from your high and put them in front of your mouth. You complied easily, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around his fingers. You licked your juices off as if you were starving.

After they were clean and he removed them from your mouth, you looked out the window. Your eyes widened as you realized you two have been in the parking lot to his apartment. You hadn’t even noticed. You turned to Miguel and a shit-eating smirk grew on his face.

“..how long have we been here?” you asked quietly.

Miguel opened his car door and stepped out, “A little bit.”

You laughed as he closed his car door, coming over to yours and opening it for you. He held out his hand and you took it, smiling as he helped you get out his expensive car.

You two were in his apartment in seconds. Lips attacking eachother as clothes flew off. Before you knew it, you were naked, laying down on his bed as he gave you sloppy kisses.

He worked his way down and bit down on your neck. You winced at the pain, but that pain quickly turned to pleasure as he marked you as his.

“I’m gonna make sure the entire fucking workplace know who you belong to.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to mark you. You tugged when he bit especially hard, and he groaned into your skin.

Suddenly he was off of you. You whined and sat up, noticing he was laying on his back.

“What are you..” you questioned.

“Sit on my face,” he replied casually.

You blinked in confusion. “Miguel I- I’ll crush you..”

“Don’t make me ask again.”

You considered it and slowly made your way over to him, straddling his face. You were hovering over him until he harshly grabbed your thighs and dug his nails into them as he forced you onto his mouth.

Your clit was still sensitive from your orgasm in the car, and your moans became whined as he tried to make you come a second time. He ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. He didn’t waste a single second, slurping up all your fluids while his tongue flicked back and forth against your clit.

You were grabbing the sheets above his head, moaning and blabbering out his name as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. You began rocking against his face, chasing your orgasm until you finally reached it, coming all over his face. He happily licked it up but soon let you off him when your moans turned into high-pitched whines.

He wiped his jaw. “Think you got one more in you?”

You frowned, “Miguel.. I don’t know.”

He pushed you gently onto your back and he hovered over you, he was a lot bigger than you. His arms were on each side of your head, caging you in.

“We’re gonna try..” he started, “is that okay?”

You nodded and he looked to his side, reaching into a drawer and grabbing a condom. He slid it onto his cock and gave it a few pumps before lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly and gave you time to take all of him. Your mouth fell open and your head fell back against the pillows as you felt him stretch you like you’ve never been stretched before.

His forehead rested against yours until he bottomed out. He slowly started to move, and your hands clawed at his back for support when he started to pick up his pace.

“Oh, fuck..” you moaned, scratching his back harshly as he drilled into your pussy. Miguel didn’t mind, he was kinda into it anyways.

His pace became brutal and he attacked your neck once again, biting and sucking on the spots he missed.

“Te sientes tan jodidamente bien..” Miguel moaned as he trailed sloppy kisses back up to your lips.

You groaned at his words, and when he removed a hand from the side of your head and put it down to your clit, you lost it.

You were screaming his name and clawing at his back, drawing small amounts of blood. You were so overstimulated.

“You’re doing so good,” Miguel praised. “Come on my cock like the pretty girl you are.”

And with that, your legs shook as you came all over his cock. You moaned in unison as he came too, sighing as it filled the condom.

Your breath was eratic as you came down, you opened your eyes to see Miguel sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead. You gently moved it out the way with you fingers, and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You winced while he pulled out. He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash. He slid on his boxers and he stopped you before you got up. “Hold on.”

Miguel went into his bathroom and came back with a warm wet towel. He gently pryed your legs back open and cleaned you up. He put the towel in his laundry and climbed in bed with you. You two fell asleep in eachother’s arms.

You woke up big-spooning Miguel. Your eyes widened as you looked at his back and what you did to him. There were scratch and claw marks all over his back. Oops.

You heard him snoring slightly, and you figured he was still sleeping. You slowly got up, feeling sore everywhere. You put on one of his shirts and went to the bathroom and stared in horror as you saw your neck and thighs. He fucking destroyed you.

You ran to the living room and grabbed your phone, frantically texting Jessica.

ME

how do you hide a hickey???

JESSICA

Depends. How bad is it?

ME

(Photo sent.)

JESSICA

What did he do to you???

NOTE: i’m so sorry if the spanish is goofy as fuck google translate is so weird </3

[reyadawn]

Foolish Games - Part 3

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Reader is a reporter who has been tracking Noah Sebastian, crime Lord and lead singer of Bad Omens. After getting kidnapped during a shoot out at the Red Door, she gets more than she bargained for and is sucked into the life of crime...and where falling in love can be even more dangerous.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, violence, language, smut (kissing, unprotected sex, creampie)

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Enjoy! 👌❤️

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Noah and I slowly emerged from the room, quietly stepping into the hallway. It was eerily quiet. Noah's right arm was out in front of him, gun in hand and was listening intently while I laced my fingers through his on his left. He subtly pulled me behind him in his wake as we made our way towards the kitchen.

Rounding the entryway, the kitchen looked like a disaster zone - appliances strewn everywhere, shattered dishes littered the floor and the smell of the dead body still lying on the floor caused my stomach to churn.

Noah and I stepped over the body, careful not to step in the massive pool of blood, and meandered into the livingroom. Everything was destroyed from the gunfight. Couch cushions had been overturned and torn open where bullets pierced the fabric. The glass coffee table had been shattered, shards of glass scattered across the area rug. I counted four additional bodies all strewn in different directions.

"Staus report. Anyone", Noah barked, pulling the ear piece from his pocket.

"Matt and Davis are on the way with Jesse from forensics. Jolly is ok, leg was grazed. He's currently laying low at Aubrey's", Nick answered. Noah shot me a confused look.

"Aubrey is my sister. Jolly took Tan and Bay there after he pulled them from the lounge to lay low", I explained. Noah gave me a curt nod.

"We need replacements for Matt and Davis for tonights' show. Transportation needs to be sent out to pick up Jolly and the girls. I want them backstage. They can watch the show from the live feed", Noah said, voice clipped.

"Already done, boss. Get cleaned up. There's a car on the way", Nick replied before ending the call. Noah sighed, putting the ear piece, his time, back in his ear before turning to me.

"Let's get cleaned up, pretty girl", he said softly, grabbing my hand to pull me after him upstairs. I followed him into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me and locking it. Noah stood in the center of the room watching me the same way a predator would watch it's prey before going in for the kill. His body was rigid, muscles taught, chest lightly heaving and his eyes glittered hungrily at me.

"Strip and come here", he all but growled. I removed my clothes in quick succession and slowly walked up to him, craining my head back to meet his intense gaze. "Kiss me". I stood on tip toe, placing my hands to the hard planes of his chest and brought my lips to his. The kiss was slow, deep, sensual and made my thighs quiver with need. I pulled back long moments later and met his eyes.

"I can't lose you, pretty girl...the attatchment that I've developed towards you in the last twelve hours is dangerous...I don't want you caught up in the life I live but I don't want to be without you either", Noah said softly, eyes still flashing in hunger. I almost smiled. It was the closest declaration of love I ever received and likely Noah's to give.

Instead of words, I simply motioned for him to follow me to the bathroom. He followed without hesitation. I stopped him in front of the shower doors, reaching for his shirt to pull it off over his head and beinding to slide his joggers down his legs. Naked like this he seemed so vulnerable but he was far from it. He was powerful and I wanted him to enact that power over me. I wanted to be controlled. To be his.

Noah stepped into the shower and I joind him, turning on the faucet and cranking it to 'hot'. I grabbed his soap, squeezing the bottle to distribute the product into my hands and after setting the bottle down, proceeded to rub my palms across his skin. I massaged his muscles as I washed him and he tipped his had back under the spray, moaning at the feeling. His tattoos seemed more distinctive under the water and I marveled at the patterns of black and red.

Noah's cock was hard. I could feel it poke my inner thigh and I wanted him so bad my teeth were aching. Without warning he wrapped his arms aroynd my waist, lips crashing to mine as I carefully jumped to wrap my thighs around his waist. Reaching between us, he ran the head of his cock through my slick folds before plunging deep inside me. I gasped at the fullness and sensitivity, my head tipping back against the tiles.

Noah's thrusts were relentless and powerful. I would be sore for days at the rate the head of his cock bruised my cervix but I didn't care. I let him take what he needed. Noah's lips attached themselves to my neck, sucking another bruise to life and orgasm hit me out of nowhere. My cunt clamped down onto his cock and he roared out his own release, our mingled voices and juices echoing around the shower. His cock throbbed inside me a few more times before he set me down, slipping from my body.

I held him to me, arms going around his torso as I fought for breath. His own encircled me, almost bone crushing. We stood under the spray wondering where all this would lead us and if we would survive..

@concreteemo @concreteangel92 @amourtoken @alloraiona @kissingrose @kaliforniahigh @darling-millicent-aubrey @bloodylullaby @bluestdai @thatchickwiththecamera @yarasdead @philomenie @livingdeceasedgirl @lilhobgobbler @lovexsleepyhead @exitwoundsx

Apologies for leaving anyone out ❤️

[elk96]

No Better Way to End a Day

Cillian Murphy x female reader.

Warnings: umm, work stress? a slight hint of angst, and some suggestive context-also, English is my second language.

You are going through a tough day(week) especially at work, and so your nerves are...kinda really bad, so you snap at your boyfriend, who tries to make things right.

Just a little something to get us all through the day, Ig

"Coffee at this hour babe? How will you fall asleep at night"? Cillian asked, coming down from your room. 

You sighed heavily as another thunder almost shook the whole house. Taking a sip from your coffee, you counted in your head all the things you had to do until night. Finish work. Clean the windows. Iron Cillian's clothes and yours, fucking find a way to hold your job-but your boss had suddenly gone nuts, nothing was good enough, everyone was irreplaceable. Your coffee was cold, you realized, but you gulped it down anyway. Heating it felt like too much work for your already worked up nerves.

"I won't, that's the fucking point"! 

"Okay…I'll go out, have a beer with the lads".

"'Kay", was all you answered.

Cillian stayed there staring at you for a moment, keys jingling at his hands. He opened his mouth to say something before an angry glare of yours prompted him out of the door. 

And just like that, he was gone. And you were stuck home. With all the chores. And all the work.

With a deep sight you finally found the strength to get off the couch, and sit in front of your computer. The first notification you found was a text from a colleague of yours, which informed you of a new interview of all employees in the company.

Fuck.

Fuck. 

But you had done nothing wrong -to the contrary, you were exceptional at your job. Until your supervisor didn't like your face or something.

I look like shit and I feel even worse.

I look like hell 'cause I'm going there first, you sang in your mind. 

In a catatonic state, just as the rain had subsided into silent drops, you finished all your programmed work. It was nearly 11 at night when you emerged out of your "office". 

Cillian came home at the same hour too, scaring the life out of you as you headed to the laundry room. 

"Fucking hell"! you cursed breathily.

"Sorry", he answered with a smile. "I'll go get changed and I'll come for dinner", he added and leaned to kiss you on the cheek.

Dinner? What fucking dinner? You'd been working all day, he was out partying and fooling around, but that didn't matter, you were supposed to have cooked dinner on top of that. As if you hadn't told him not to eat all the soup at lunch.

You're being irrational, you thought to yourself as you stormed to the only place you'd have some privacy: the bathroom.

Banging the door closed behind you, you slid slowly to the floor against the wall, pressing your head on your knees.

It wasn't his fault, any of it, you complained to your stupid self. He had a wonderful afternoon well earned. Before your worked up nerves got the best of you, you heard a soft knock on the door.

"Baby? What's wrong? Y/ N? Did I do something"? Cillian asked softly, making you scrunch your face in regret. With heavy steps you got up, opening the door and falling in his arms.

"I'm sorry", you wailed.

Cillian rested his chin on your hair, brushing his fingertips against your shoulder.

"Let's go to bed huh? And we'll talk about it, and cuddle".

"I'll cook something quick first", you sighed, accepting your faith.

"I ordered Mexican," Cillian smiled and ushered you to your bedroom. He threw his clothes on a chair quickly before pulling you to the top of the bed, arranging the pillows and throwing a blanket over your bodies.

He kissed you on the temple softly.

"If you wanted me to stay tonight, you could've said so, you know I would've without a second thought", he murmured. 

Cillian looked at you with that hurt look in his eyes, complaints and love lying within them. He always gave you that puppy -eye look when he wanted to convince you of something. 

"Nothing important, I was just childish", you answered. You'd been together for the last 3 years, but still, you hated the idea of him knowing you had such an attitude all day long because of fucking work stress.

"Is it your boss again"? he nevertheless guessed.

"We'll be interviewed tomorrow, all of us. He tries to figure out who's the easiest to sack".

"Don't worry you silly. You're the best there, everyone praises your skills and devotion".

"I'm just anxious, I know it's stupid, but still. And tired. I was working all day long", you said, pressing your head firmly against his shoulder.

"I know Y/LN", he said sweetly. "It's just a bad day though, it will pass".

He reached on the bedside table, pulling your favourite chocolate out of it. 

"Especially with some help", he smirked and you immediately bit off a chunk of it. 

"I'm sorry I snapped at you like that".

"You scared the shit out of me", Cillian chuckled.  "I spent half my time with the lads trying to figure out what me and Dave had done wrong with our girls".

You smiled at his last words, you loved the pet name. "My girl", he'd always call you while he finished, and you'd usually reach another high at this point. You shivered at the thought of it, and Cillian, somehow reading your mind again, placed a burning kiss on your neck. He nipped on your skin, sucking a large purple mark. He lowered his head to your collarbone, bringing his hand to caress your breasts.

As always, if you enjoy please please reblog and/ or comment!!

"Don't worry", he smirked. "I won't do anything tiring", he whispered in his dark voice as he moved to settle between your legs. 

"Cillian!", you squealed. "What about the food"?

"Oh,I'll eat that too".

"No, I mean what if it arrives during-

"Let me take care of that sweetie. You just relax".

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You were just catching up your breath when the food arrived, Cillian carrying it like a trophy to bed along with all necessities so this little gesture didn't end up a complete disaster. You practically buried your face in your plate. He had ordered just right: chicken wings, country style potatoes with bacon and cheese sauce and tacos with yogurt dressing.

"I'm sorry I was like that", you said again, stuffing your mouth with chicken.

"Hey", Cillian scolded you. "Stop thinking about it, will ya? I too am a fucking prick when I'm under pressure".

You gave him a half smile, knowing deeply in your bones that this wasn't true. But it wasn't your regular behaviour either -hence his troubles thoughts- so you decided you could forgive yourself.

Cillian chuckled as you tried to fit all the remaining potatoes in your mouth, and got quickly downstairs to wash the dishes and clean everything. He returned to find you sat on the edge of the bed, playing with your thumbs.

"'D you wash your teeth an' all"?

"Yeah. I still have too much tension though, for some reason", you added bitterly. Your head was heavy with exhaustion but, of course, why would you have it so easy as to get some damn sleep?

Cillian cupped your cheeks tenderly, peppering your face with kisses before he carried you in his arms to the bathroom. He put up your hair in an -acceptable?- attempt of a ponytail before stopping you off your little clothing.

"After you ma' am", he motioned, and followed you into the shower. The warm water felt better than a heavy, heated blanket.

Cillian massaged your shoulders lightly, pressing kisses all over you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. No better way to end a day, you thought, until you felt his erection pressing against your ass.

"Something got you excited Mr. Murphy"? you asked playfully, yet in a manner that you hoped discouraged his plans. A little while longer and you might as well melt under his touch.

"Perhaps it's time I taught you about the benefits of vanilla sex Y/ N", he whispered against your neck, turning off the shower.

@joy-dwaekki there you go darling, hope you like it and it helps💙

[gojos-fr-bae]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕯𝖔 𝕻𝖙. 2- 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, drug use, thoughts of su1c1de, panic attack, depressed Gojo

Word Count: 1.1k

H/C- home country

Minors DNI

Gojo stirred from his sleep...again.

He's waking up...again.

Why couldn't he just be at peace for once.

Suddenly he felt so nauseous. And then cam the pain. The strong, unbearable, disgusting, white hot pain.

He ran to the toilet and gagged so hard, trying so hard to throw up the food he hadn't even eaten. When was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember that at a good time let alone when he was throwing up so hard his vision was blurring. But then again, maybe those were his tears as sobs racked his body.

Make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOOP!

Why wouldn't it all just stop. Maybe it was the two bottles of gin he took before bed...or the five sleeping pills...or the kilo of cocaine. All he knew was that he was sitting on his bathroom floor wishing he took all the pills, maybe then they would've stopped his heart.

*Knocks*

"Satoru you're going to be late" Said Nanami, annoyed on the other side of the door.

Gojo slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Satoru?" Nanami tried again, voice sounding slightly more worried this time.

The lack of a response caused him to open the door, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly as he looked down at his best friend.

"Again?"

Satoru looked up at him before letting his shoulders shake, tears cascading down his face as he nodded his head.

"*sigh* Alright, let's get you cleaned up"

~

"She's here" Nanami said to Gojo, now in his office.

"Really?" the latter perked up, rising from his seat.

"Yes but if I may ask, why are you so interested in her?"

"You know she shut down my flirting?"

"And this shocked you because?"

"When last do you remember me being reject by someone with a pussy?"

"You want to go there?" Nanami asked, smirking at Gojo who rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me where she is"

"Staff room, pretty sure she's getting breakfast, you should try it some time,"

"The staff room?"

"Breakfast,"

"Oh you're soo funny"

Satoru groaned before walking out of the office to go find you. Who knows, maybe he'll get lucky today.

~

"Hey~" a deep voice whispered in your ear making you jump in shock and turn around ready to kill whoever was behind you. Unfortunately, that happened to be your new boss.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, how may I help you?"

"Not much just um... getting coffee."

"Ah, let me make you some then, how many sugars?"

"Five,"

"FIVE? What the hell, it's like you don't even want teeth."

"I guess not."

You looked at him like he had three heads before making him the coffee but putting 4 sugars instead of 5.

"So, there's a company dinner tonight for all the new staff, would love to see you there."

"Of course sir, now if you'll excuse me I have to get working."

"Please, go ahead"

"Yes sir," You said before bowing and walking away from him as fast as possible, who knows, maybe you will trip on your heels, twist an ankle and have to miss the dinner.

~

"Woah, and where are you going dressed like such a slut?" Toji asked, leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, looking you up and down while smirking.

For the dinner you chose to wear a light pink, knee length satin dress with a sweetheart neckline. You even straightened your hair and were finishing up on your makeup.

"Well if you MUST know, I'm going for a company dinner."

"Dresses like that? Might ass well just go naked and take birth control. I call dibs on Godfather."

"Yeah yeah, you're just cause ur going to be alone tonight."

"Says who? I'm going to be so busy I had to fill up on condoms."

"As if you'll use them." you snorted, walking past him to pick up your bag and leave.

"You look gorgeous by the way" He whispered, making you turn around and smile at him softly.

"Thank you"

"Uh huh, yeah now fuck off the strippers get here in ten, I don't need them seeing your weird ass, might think I'm cheating on them," He snorted, making you role your eyes and walk out of your shared apartment, wondering why you still put up with him.

~

You walked into the reserved room with a few of your colleagues, making the meeting complete. And you did your best to ignore the fact that your boss saved you the seat right beside him.

"Great! Now that we're all here and situated, I would like to raise a toast to all of you and welcome you to Gojo industries, I look forward to working with all of you. Cheers"

And while everyone was toasting, you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's hand was shaking. You also looked at his face and noticed his pupils were dilated.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, are you okay?" you whispered once everyone had settled down and were immersed in their own conversations.

"Of course, why would you ask?

"Well, it's just that you're shaking, so I was slightly concerned."

"Ah, I didn't even notice, maybe I just need some fresh air, excuse me."

He rose from his seat and made his way out of the room, but you couldn't help but notice how his breathing had sped up slightly and his shoulders tensed. Kinda of weird but then again he seemed like a pretty odd guy so you chose not to question it.

~

You were walking through the restaurant when you passed the back door and heard some heavy breathing. You slowly walked towards it and cracked the door open and shock cannot even begin to express the emotion you were experiencing at that moment.

There was your boss, squatting while leaning against the building wall. But what caused your surprise was his heavy breathing. He was shaking so violently that even though you technically hated his guts you couldn't help but worry.

"Sir? A-are you ok?"

Instead of a response, his breathing quickened. He was...having a panic attack? What the...huh?

"Uhm sir, please calm down." you said in the softest tone you could muster, putting your bag down and trying to pat his back.

"Make it stop, please" you hear him croak, his voice sounded so soft, so weak, so...broken. You'd had your fair share of panic attacks but through the lower half of them, you had Toji to be a shoulder to cry on so you know that being alone while suffering like this was hell. And because of this, you kneeled down and pulled him against you, wrapping your arms tightly around him and placing his head against your neck.

Once you did he began to sob so hard you were pretty sure it was tipping his throat raw. He grabbed your dress so hard he feared he would never be able to let go.

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[kidney9-9]

Not Today Mister - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

-

He was so fucking pretty, this man was the definition of natural beauty, you swore. That hair was so soft looking and he smelled so good, so warm. You smacked your face to stop yourself from thinking about him too much, because you needed to fix this problem.

There was no way you were letting Aizawa Shouta stop you from going on your dream vacation.

He was just a man. (And a teacher and a hero that saved multiple lives).

You can beat this down. You can avoid getting a crush as long as you can avoid him. Perfect. You could do that easily, you were stealthy as the only janitorial staff on campus (and busy).

You were done for the day, after you strolled down the campus again an hour and a half everyone had left their respective places. Some students had been allowed in only two gyms, so you knew you’d have to go and clean that up later tonight, which you were fine with. The gyms would be closing around 10:30, unless there were other staff there.

You went back to your floor to make some late lunch. You were happy that you bought some groceries right after you moved in, because you would have had to go and buy it now – which you really wouldn’t want to do.

The noise level was ranging from high to higher, but you could live with it, since you would just listen to them for entertainment.

You were sure you might have heard someone screaming about how “Charlie bit my finger”, and that same kid shouted about memes again.

Another notable thing you heard was someone screaming about the noise levels and that there were rules here and how people must be respectful and understand that they should be quiet. It was funny, and you agreed with him mostly but you were annoyed he had screamed that out loud.

Other people were too, because they all shouted back to shut up.

Once they were all in their rooms, you were happy to roam around your floor to mostly silence as you ate your late lunch.

Each bedroom/personal room was soundproof but the hallways and the lounge area/living area? The kitchen and the bathrooms? You could hear it all. It was okay… yeah, you could live with it.

You played some music on the speakers which were lowered considerably for the other floors. You knew they wouldn’t be able to hear it and it thankfully drained out the voices from the floors. There was peace, once again. You grinned, feeling successful.

The late lunch you made was barely considered a meal – just some ramen and you blended up some frozen strawberries to make a smoothie. It was delicious.

-

Your phone started ringing and you quickly answered, “Hello, this is Y/n speaking.”

“Sweetie, when were you going to tell me your janitor job was at UA?? The school? The best school in the world? You are insane, I swear. You knew I wanted to be a teacher there!” Your friend practically blasted into your ear, you pulled the phone away with a chuckle.

“I couldn’t tell you then, it was in the contract! NDAs and whatnots, but I could tell you now cause I live here. But you can’t teach here, you still have to retire as a hero and stuff, and I know you aren’t ready to retire. You barely just started – what was it, two years ago? You didn’t even go here for high school!” You replied, laughing a bit more.

She sighed, “I’m not even a hero, I’m a sidekick still. You’re right, ugh, I should’ve just tried being a teacher instead of a pro hero.”

You pouted, “Shut up, don’t talk low about yourself. You have the ability to be a great pro hero. And you can still be a teacher, I mean, if you really want to, you can quit and go teach or again, wait until you’re retired.”

“Oh, god, I just realized something.” She gasped into the phone, and it made you clutch the phone tighter.

“What’s wrong?” You responded, worried.

“I can’t come over anymore, can I? Oh no, we can’t have movie nights or karaoke nights or any nights anymore.” Aya groaned loudly over the phone.

You blinked and then for a moment you wondered if that was true, “I’ve gotta ask the boss about that, but I think he’d let you in. You are in the hero business and if anything happened, you’d be able to defend yourself and others.”

“You’re smart. I can’t believe you didn’t finish going to school to be a doctor.” She noted back and you snorted.

“I found a faster way to go on my dream vacation, that’s why I didn’t finish school.” You shot back and she sighed.

“Whatever, let me know when you talk to your boss, and if I can’t come over then I’ll sneak in. But I have to go now, see you later sweetie, bye.” She hung up after you said goodbye back.

You hummed to yourself, then wrote down a note for when you would next see Nezu, you’d ask him if Aya could come by.

-

Around 10:40, you rolled by the two gyms to start cleaning them up. You had taken a nap earlier to waste some time.

Thankfully there was no one outside of the first gym, and once you got inside, the lights were already turned off. You turned them on and paused when you heard a grunting sound.

You paused in your movement, eyes wide as you slowly turn your head to look into the gym.

There, in the corner, someone was using one of the training material, on one of the blue mats that were laying out on the floor.

You didn’t say anything, hoping to stay silent and let them do their work out. You didn’t look at them for much longer than a second before you started to do your job.

Maybe you should have come back later, after that person was done with their work out, but you felt like it was a decent time for you to finish up.

You didn’t recognize whoever it was, your vision wasn’t very well. In fact, you should have brought your glasses with you to do your job, but you didn’t tonight.

As you slowly started to get lost in your work, cleaning some equipment, the mysterious person walked over and stood behind you, not saying anything. You didn’t notice at first as you were scrubbing one of the pieces of equipment with a sanitizing wipe.

“You turned the lights on.” He spoke up, dully watching as you turned around, spooked out of your mind.

You couldn’t stop the gasp coming out of your mouth as you realized it was Aizawa, once again. You stared at him, for a few moments before forming a reply, “Excuse me!” And again, you pushed past him, and this time you shut the lights off and ran out of the gym, forgetting your cleaning equipment.

Not again.

This was the second time he’s arrived and now you have been distracted enough to not do your job. This was most definitely not good.

[authurials]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... 1/2

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . after a long night of patching up members of the franchetti crime family, all you want to do is wash off all the blood--until jackie interrupts your much needed bath

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . two

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 . @ladyestacado​

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, blood, slight mentions of gore, alluding to sexual situations, brief moment of second base (copping a feel), nudity

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . my first request! i absolutely love the darkness video games (i have not read any of the comics as of when i’m writing this), and jackie estacado is one of my favorite video game characters so i was excited when i got this request. it took me awhile to find the motivation and angle i wanted to take, but i like how this turned out, although i regret not having more interaction between jackie and the reader--it’s heavy on the internal dialogue. i might expand upon this concept and write a longer fic about this pair, starting during the events of the first game but i haven’t decided yet (let me know if you’d be interesting in reading that!)--remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 you could see as you looked in the mirror at your blood stained reflection; arms, chest and face covered in the stuff, clothes soaked with sanguine and alcohol–the mixture of which burned your nose. Your eyes were puffy with exhaustion, heavy with the effort of trying to keep them open all these hours–dry and irritated, they were also red. 

You had known taking the job as the Franchetti family’s personal doctor would come with its many many downfalls, you weren’t naive enough to believe otherwise. The title came with the usual dangers of being on the payroll of a crime family, and despite remaining as anonymous as possible you’d been the target of the enemy’s scope more than a handful of times over the years. There were also the hours; with no definitive schedule, you were on call 24/7–no exceptions, no negotiations–which didn’t leave much room for a personal life or good night’s sleep for that matter. This was not to mention the mental duress the line of work often put you under. You were always on edge, anxious, tuned up like a livewire as you waited for the next page telling you to come. And then there was always in the moment, scalpel or suture in hand, staring down at a bone breaking through the skin, torn viscera–a gaping hole.

Taking a deep breath, you gripped the edge of the counter as you leaned forward, closing your eyes as a wave of nausea crashed over you. Images flashed behind your eyelids, snapshots of your latest bought of Franchetti underlings caught in the crossfire of another failed hit on the boss. Tonight’s hit had come with severe burns, broken bones, the usual bullet holes and of course the expected casualties; not everyone could be saved, you knew that when you started studying medicine, but in your present line of work it was almost a miracle if they did survive.

Sighing, you relaxed as the bile settled once more in your small intestine, flowing through your digestive tract along with the forgotten remnants of a dinner you had been unable to finish with a date you hadn’t even wanted to go on–silver lining you supposed. Pulling back from the sink, you began to tug off your scrubs and discard them on the floor; it was the nice, expensive marble kind, polar opposite to the cheap linoleum you had in the bathroom at your apartment. On nights when the workload was particularly heavy, you always received an invite to rest at the Estacado mansion from Aunt Sarah herself; you’d get cleaned up, put on one of the few outfits you kept there, and have a nice dinner prepared by Aunt Sarah. You weren’t always able to stomach the food, but you enjoyed the company of the older woman as you were both able to sit in silence with one another–her working on her knitting, and you just sitting there, processing that day’s work.

Currently, she was downstairs preparing one of your favorite dishes after the particularly hard time you’d had tonight. You didn’t even have to say anything once you had arrived at the mansion courtesy of one of the family’s drivers; Aunt Sarah had seen the look on your face, told you to go upstairs and run a hot bath, and she would get started on a late dinner–a really late dinner. After taking a glance at your watch, the face stained with dried blood, you realized that it was almost nearly two in the morning; what Aunt Sarah was doing up at this time of night you didn’t know, but you appreciated the company nonetheless.

Taking off your bra and underwear, you discarded them along with your scrubs as you walked over to the tub; it was giant and deep, with jacuzzi capable jets that on a better night you would have taken advantage of, but right now you just wanted to get all the red off. Leaning over, you turned the knob all the way over to get the hottest possible temperature, slowly decreasing after each test so you got the right amount of warmth. Closing the plug, you sat naked on the edge of the tub as you watched the water collect and fill. The dampness of the water on your arm had caused the congealed blood to loosen and stain, sliding down your wrist to your hand in diluted watercolor before dripping into the awaiting clear water. The sight caused a cramp in your stomach, and for a moment you feared you truly would throw up, but the tight fist was quick to loosen thankfully as you took a deep breath.

Once the bathtub was full, you stepped in carefully, letting your feet adjust for a moment before sliding your entire body in slowly. The water engulfed you, rocking rhythmically against the sides of the tub until you finally settled, head leaning against the back of the tub. You felt the tension leave your body, eyes once again heavy as exhaustion hit, but you kept them open as you watched the sticky tack of the dried blood loosen and chip off into the water. Shaking, you lifted your right hand and brought it to your left forearm, slowly rubbing the red off as it dyed the water pink.

You had really come to hate the color red….

There was a knock at the door, drawing you out of your thoughts; at first, you thought it might be Aunt Sarah, asking if you needed towels or anything else, but then you heard the voice on other side:

“It’s me–Jackie.”

Jackie Estacado. Your boss, the don of the Franchetti family, and your occasional lover.

For a moment, you hesitated to give him the okay to come in, not knowing if you really had it in you tonight to see him. You liked Jackie, hell you might even love him, but you also weren’t blinded by your feelings for him. You knew he had gone out to dinner with not one but two women tonight, hence why you’d said yes to your own ill fated date–to help get your mind off of it. You weren’t stupid, you knew he didn’t give two shits about the women he’d been set up with but you also weren’t naive to believe he harbored anything different for you. The both of you enjoyed going to bed together sometimes, whenever he needed something different than the guilt and pain of existence and whenever you let desire get the best of you. There was no reason to believe that your time with Jackie was anything deeper than itching a scratch, because you knew with great clarity that he was still very much in love with Jenny Romano.

There was no space for you there in his heart.

“Can I come in?” Jackie asked when you did not respond.

Giving a quiet sigh, you sat up, the sound of water sloshing against you as you hugged your knees to your chest. Resting your chin on top of them, you hummed: “I suppose.”

You kept your eyes locked on your feet, looking at them through the murky pink tinted water as you listened to the handle of the door turn and jiggle as it was pushed open. The sound of Jackie’s shoes scuffing against the marbled floor followed as he entered the bathroom, filled with the light mist of dissipating steam as your bath water cooled off. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him survey the scene, brushing over you in the bath as he moved further into the room, turning to stand in front of the sink where you had been minutes before. Both mirrors were covered in a melting layer of condensation, drops of water beading before slowly sliding down the reflective surface, leaving a clear trail in their wake.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, instead just letting the silence fall over you like a weighted blanket. Eyes sliding closed, you sighed, unsure of what to say or why he was here; you rarely saw Jackie if you were being honest. He came and went as he pleased, and you’d catch glimpses of him here and there, but there was no acknowledgement of these moments on his part–no brief hellos or how are yours or other small talking points. He only visited you when he needed something–patching up, a report on one of his guys, a romp in the sheets.

It hadn’t always been like this between you, once upon a time you had been able to talk and hangout and be friends; you had all been friends–you, Jackie, and Jenny. You met Jenny first at the place she worked, it had been a popular spot for you and your resident buddies to hang out after a long shift at the hospital. You had known of Jackie during the first months of yours and Jenny’s budding friendship, but didn’t truly meet until almost a year after you met Jenny. Once you had met though, Jenny made a point of including you in their non-couple activities–movie nights, bowling, pizza outings. It was nice to have something outside of your residency, to have friends that you didn’t see for hours at a time on shift, the only commonality being your proximity and sleep deprivation.

And then Jackie had showed up on the steps of your apartment one night–shot, bleeding out, and begging you not to tell Jenny. Your work had been intrinsically entangled in your friendship with Jackie ever since, and sometimes you couldn’t help but resent him for that. If he hadn’t told his buddy what you’d done for him, his Uncle Paulie would’ve never known, and you’d never have been recruited to work for the Franchetti family–it was hard to say no when the alternative was death.

“Busy night I heard,” Jackie finally hummed, back still turned to you. He was wearing dress pants and a white button up, probably having changed after the altercation at the restaurant. You made note that he seemed pretty much unscatched.

“Comes with the territory,” you replied, reaching for the rag you’d laid out prior to running your bath. You dunked it into the water, ringing it out before reaching for the body wash–it was a neutral almond butter scent. “Heard you and Vinnie barely made it out–though you don’t look too worse for wear.”

“Got lucky I guess,” Jackie chuckled, no humor in his voice as he turned to lean his back against the counter. “How many we lose tonight?”

“Can we not talk about work right now?” You found yourself saying, surprising yourself. Usually you could get through the work conversations with somewhat ease, but tonight you felt particularly drained by the ordeal and just wanted to soak in the tub. Pouring the soap on the rag, you rubbed the damp fabric together until it created a lather, not bothering to wait for Jackie to answer.

“Alright,” he eventually nodded, watching you as you began to wash off your arms and legs. After a pause he continued, “you want help with that?”

Pausing, you raised an eyebrow at him, confused by his behavior. Jackie wasn’t what you would call hot and cold when it came to whatever it was between you, he was pretty consistently distant across the bar. He let you get just close enough for the two of you to sleep together, but made it no secret that all this was to him was a way to forget Jenny–if even just for a moment; when in reality it just made both of you feel guilty, like you were betraying her memory. Jackie wasn’t what you’d call affectionate, and he sure as hell had never offered to help you bathe before; now that you were thinking about it, he had never seen you in this situation before–your trysts were reserved to the bed in your apartment, never here at the mansion and certainly not in Jackie’s bedroom where his shrine to Jenny could look upon his pseudo-infidelity.

But despite the out of the ordinary behavior, you found yourself holding up the rag, letting it hang limply between your fingers as you spoke, “be my guest.”

You didn’t take your eyes off him as he strode across the bathroom, only needing to take a couple of steps before he was able to kneel by the side of the tub. His eyes didn’t leave yours either as he worked on rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, which fit over the taunt muscles of his arm. The buttons in the front were done up except for the top few, exposing the expanse of hair he had on his chest. Once he had finished, he took the rag from your hand, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your wrist and making you shiver slightly.

Taking your right arm, he turned it over so your inner forearm faced up, and began to gently wash your body. Resting your chin on your shoulder, you watched him with hooded eyes, still not fully understanding what his intentions were but nowhere near feeling the need to complain. He was quiet as he worked, first on your right arm and then your left, silently bidding you to lean back so you could lift your leg from the water when he finished with your arms.

“So what’s all this about?” You finally hummed, body feeling heavy and relaxed as you laid back in the tub.

“What do you mean?” Jackie responded, raising a dark brow at you, lip quirking in slight amusement. “I’m just helping a friend out.”

“Well, you’ve never offered to wash me before,” you rolled your eyes, kicking some water at him. It seeped through the sleeve of his sheet, making it slightly see through.

“First time for anything,” he answered plainly.

“Come on, Jackie,” you sighed as he set one leg down and tapped the knee of the other for you to lift. “Don’t jerk me around, I know something’s wrong-”

“Something’s always wrong,” he countered, interrupting you. “Tonight I don’t want to think about what’s wrong and just….just want to be with you-”

He paused before continuing, seeming to decide if what he was going to say was for the best, and it seemed he decided it was as he spoke, “if that’s okay?”

You took him in for a moment; a man so devilishly handsome, kneeling beside a bathtub you were in, and washing each of your limbs with a care that polarized his ability to wield a gun with such deadly precision. As his rag left your leg and found its home on your stomach, resting mere inches below your breasts which rose and fell with each breath, you found yourself measuring his words carefully before you responded. Did he want to be with you? Or were you just second place to the memory of a girl who was nothing more than a picture and a candle on his mantle? And even at the realization of that, did you really care? You desired him, in fact you probably loved him, and if all you were going to get from was the occasional crumb of recognition why not take it?

“Okay,” you found yourself speaking quietly, shifting so you were sitting up once more. It caused the rag in his hand to brush against the underside of your breasts, and a second later he was letting it drop so the feel of his fingers could replace it. Coming up to cup your breast in one hand, the other hand reached up to touch your cheek, brushing the damp hair stuck there with the pad of his thumb you watched as he leaned in to claim your lips in a kiss. Eyes slowly closing, you reciprocated, allowing him to set a gentle and slow pace as the hand on your chest stroked teasingly over your nipple.

Framing his face in your hands, you pressed closer, fingers committing the hard angular plains of his face to memory as you deepened the kiss but only for a moment. Sighing, you pulled back and pressed your foreheads together, eyes still closed as you each breathed each other in. Jackie’s hands slipped from your face and chest to rest on your shoulders and tops of your upper arm, thumbs stroking across the slightly damp skin.

“I still need to wash my hair,” you chuckled softly, “then I can come to bed–if that’s what you want.”

You weren’t implying you wanted to go to his bed, knowing his room was a very special and safe place for him. The bedroom you were given for overnight stays adjoined the bathroom, offering you privacy from the going ons in the house. You didn’t mind sharing the bed in there with Jackie for the night if that’s what he wanted.

“I can run some fresh water,” Jackie suggested, “and join you.”

His hand came up to push the thick curtain of wet hair away from where it was sticking to your neck, leaning in to press a kiss there as he waited for your answer. Of course you were going to say yes, it was evident in the way your hands came up to touch his hair, if only to hold him to your neck for a little longer. But soon he was pulling away and helping you out of the tub, grabbing the robe on the back of the door for you to wrap up in as he cleaned out the reddish residue that remained after the tub had drained. It no longer left your stomach feeling strange when you saw the shade of red melt off the sides of the tube and swirl down the drain, there was comfort in knowing Jackie was there with you–that the red could no longer consume you.

While the new bath water ran, you watched as Jackie stripped off his dress shirt and reached down to unbutton his pants. Once he had you stepped forward, hands replacing his own on the waistband of the pants pushing them down slowly as you both leaned in for another kiss. Pressing soft kisses to each other’s mouths, you let him finish pushing the pants down once they hit his knees, feeling him shift and kick them off as they pooled at his ankles. Fully naked now, he wrapped his arms around you, and for a moment you both just stood there–no longer kissing, just holding one another.

When the tub was full, Jackie slipped in first, sighing as the warmth engulfed him and he leaned all the way back. Once he was settled, he held out his hand to you, and you took it this time without hesitation as you stepped into the water. Sitting down, you leaned your back against his front, head settling just beneath his chin as the water came up just past the tops of your breasts. There was no kissing or fondling to be had, but in that moment there was no need as you just soaked up each other’s company.

After you had managed to dampen your hair, you allowed Jackie to lather the shampoo into it gently, fingers combing through the tangled tresses, careful to get every inch. Neither one of you spoke as you went through the process of washing your hair, and it was only after it had been rinsed thoroughly and was spread out once more across the expanse of Jackie’s chest that you finally said something.

“I really care about you Jackie,” you found yourself saying, a dull ache beginning to take root in the back of your throat. You didn’t like getting overly emotional or mushy, you had never been that type of person, but you had to make it clear to Jackie what was at stake for you if whatever this was didn’t pan out.

A pause.

“I know,” he said, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

Your heart ached, same as your throat, as you waited for more but never got it, and you knew you never would. This is all you would ever have when it came to Jackie Estacado–he would never be yours because he was still hers, and always would be. Pushing that hurt down, you relaxed into his arms, determined to at least enjoy this moment even as something else loomed over your head.

“Jackie?” You found yourself unable to ignore that terrible feeling eating away at you–worse than when you saw the blood in the water.

“Hmmm?” You felt the vibration against the top of your head as he pressed his lips to your hairline.

“It’s back isn’t it?” You asked.

Another pause–longer this time.

“Yeah,” he spoke heavily, arms tightening around you as he pulled you closer, “it’s back.”

[alvisiscrazy]

the demon of the night (pt5)

TW-blood play, curssing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

I woke up seeing a note on the side of the bed I picked it up "Y/n Elvis and I will be gone all today he needs you to clean the penthouse he says start anytime you like" It said great cleaning the penthouse I know it's gonna be a mess I goaned, I took a long shower now putting on my unifrom I wanted to start cleaning now I went to the lobby to grab breakfast since I have all day, I gotten up to the penthouse along with a cleaning cart my jaw was to the floor cups and food everywhere I started with the dining and living room first that took a hour I went into a room that looked like a guest room I clean the sheets and picked up a few peices of trash that was left I opened a other door to a room with a huge bed clothes on the bed guessing it was Elvis's room I notiecd the same mini frige he told me to stay out of I picked up the food trays and trash that was along side his room but I couldn't help myself to peak in the fridge I opened it to see blood bags and a human arm I took a step back I was working for a killer I quickly closed it as I heard the door open "Fuck fuck" I said grabbing a cup to act like I was doing something I walked out seeing Jerry and Elvis "You saw the note" Jerry said I nod heading to my cleaing cart "Why do you take a break baby rest a while" Elvis said I wanted to get out but I couldn't say no to my boss "Oh no I'm almost finshed" I said going to the last room cleaning as I turned around I bumped into Elvis "Sorry I didn't see you" He spoke "It's okay, I'm all finshed" Elvis wanted her to stay a while he didn’t want her to feel like she only came to work for him he wanted her to have some fun "Well thank you, for helping" He said "No problem sir" I said putting the clean supplies onto the cart Elvis knew she was still in shock on him walking in on her touching herself he didn't see her whole body tho just her percky breasts he couldn't get them outta his head he wanted to do things with her real bad "Is that all you need sir?" She asked him "I want dinner early tonight I have a other show, and you don't have to worry about cooking only just dinner for me" I nod "Well okay sounds good" I said "Is 7 okay?" He asked she nods "See you later boss" He watched her walk away staring at her nice ass he wanted her so bad he couldn’t explain it. I gotten to my room relaxing till it was time for me to cook, I went down to the kitchen checking the list he wanted something simple steak and eggs I cooked and made my way to the penthouse opening the two doors “I brought the food” I said loudly enough for him to hear me “Hey, coming hold on” He said he walked out in a robe I couldn’t help but to stare his wet hair his face everything was perfect about this man I wondered what was under the towel knowing I shouldn’t I cleared my throat “Hope you do amazing tonight” I said handing him his food “Thank you Y/n” He said “See you around” I said before I walked out, I was oddly tired from today I went to sleep before Elvis’s show had started, The phone had rung I was half asleep “Hello” I said “Elvis wants you up” Jerry said “Okay be up soon” I said yawning I turned to clock 3 in the morning I ended the line with Jerry putting on my robe heading up to the penthouse now opening the two doors Elvis was nowhere in sight “Elvis”

I spoke up looking around I heard the shower running I couldn’t help myself to find out as I gotten closer to the room I heard moaning a girl was here I heard Elvis to why’d he call me up here ? I listen I walked in the room slowly I saw a mirror that was by the bathroom watching them I saw Elvis’s behind he had a nice ass I saw the women she was begging for his mercy “Please let me cum please-“ I heard her say “Please Elvis” My jaw was dropped Elvis knew Y/n was watching he could hear her breathing getting heavy as she watched him fuck this girl he nearly slammed his hips into the girl leaving her breathless “ELVIS” she screamed, I couldn’t help but to watch nearly in shock how his hips move into her I was beyond shocked then the shower turned off I quickly backed up the room leaving the penthouse I hadn’t noticed my panties were soaked by this I was aroused leaving the penthouse my core was nearly throbbing for touch I gotten to my room quickly stripping now touching my throbbing clit going down my wet folds with the image of Elvis fucking that girl a part of me wishes it was me I wanted to get a taste of him I no longer cared if he was my boss I gotten off finally my body was so tired I fell right asleep.

I woke up to the phone ringing and ringing “Hello” I said “Haven’t heard from you, how are you doing ?” Kat asked “I’m good, just waking up” I said “Hm just checking to see if your alive, what are you doing after work?” She asked “Nothing why?” I said “Wanna go get a bit to eat after ?” She said “Sure I don’t mind, plus I have lots to tell you” I said “Oh good can’t wait! See you later” I ended the line I put on a robe going down to the lobby to get something to eat seeing Jerry and Elvis at a booth hoping they don’t see me I gotten my plate of sitting in a corner, “Why are you sitting all alone?” I heard Elvis say I looked at him trying not to remember the events I saw last night “Oh didn’t want to bother you and Jerry” I looked over Jerry was gone “No you wouldn’t have” He said sitting down “You sleep alright ?” He asked with concern “I slept fine” Considering I came thinking of him touching me “That’s good” He said with a smile “How about you” I asked “I slept great that’s why I’m awake this morning” He said with a chuckle I nod

I finished my food leaving Elvis at the table I needed a coffee or something I sat back down at the table now getting a look at his face he was so beautiful I’m glad I was working for him “What you looking at?” He asked looking behind him “Nothing what- I said god what is wrong with me “You sure looks like you seem a ghost or something” “No no it’s nothing” I said taking a slip of my coffee “Anything you’d like to do today?” He asked “I’m free all day till tonight” he added “Shopping?” I suggested “Shopping seems like a good idea” he says “I could use more jewelry for shows” I nod “Well go on and get dressed honey” He said with a smile “Okay be down in a hour” I said taking the last slip of my coffee heading up to my room showering for the day I put on something casual a T shirt with shorts because it’s going to be a hot day I made my way down to the limo I saw Elvis in a suit “It’s way to hot to be in a suit” I said “I’d rather much be hot then dressin ugly honey” he said with a smirk I just stared, We gotten to the first store Elvis had picked out a few things for me to try on “I don’t like it” I frown “What! Your crazy look at ya” I looked like a Barbie doll

“You look cute” Elvis stated trying to make me feel better I guess I ended up getting the dress “One day you should let me dress you” I said with a smile “Maybe when I’m dead” He said both of laughing “Oh please” I said I noticed Elvis was quite a good guy once he was alone away from his friends, Very talkative as a worker I never knew much about him but now since I’ve been here I leaned a lot he was kinda and caring to the people surrounded him and that’s what I liked most about him so far including his dashing looks he was beautiful man “So, you know I’ve been trying to keep ya busy while I’m out working I want you to come clean up the penthouse every other day if you will” I nod “Just to keep ya sane I know my schedule can get crazy” He added

“Well I don’t mind at all plus I find cleaning and cooking stress free takes my mind off of things” “Same here with music” I nod in understanding “We have a few things in common” He says “Hm I guess so at first I wanted to leave but it’s not so bad being here working for a superstar” I said giggling to myself “A superstar huh” He chuckled “Yea you the Elvis Presley the guy from the 50’s causing hell on the south I was going into my teens I believe when that was happening” He looked at me for a moment “I wasn’t a fan tho to be fair all my friends are dying over you me I was the odd man out till I realized- I stopped myself remembering he was my boss “Continue” He said “Well till I realized how nice you were not with the news people said” “Oh baby you have no idea who I am now” He said with a low tone causing shivers down my spine.

“I want to find out” I said turning to look at him from the events of last night I wanted to get a taste of him next “Tell me something you ever hated me?” He asked me “No I can say you pissed me a few times here and there but I’m over that silliness” I said “Good that’s good” He said “I’m quite the guy” He said with all the cockiness in his voice “From so I heard” I said “You know I heard you come in last night” I quickly turned my head looking at out the street “What ?” I said “I knew it” He said “Yea so I walked in, I thought you needed my help” I said looking at him I saw a smirk form on the side of his lips “You like what you saw ?” He asked “No” I said turning my head again I felt him breathing on my neck “You know if you ever what to- “No you are my boss” I said trying to get grab of myself why was he so hard to resist “It could be our little secret nobody has to know baby” He spoke so seductively “Elvis we shouldn’t do that I work for you” I said once again “I’m ready to go” I said “I just wanna get to know you that’s all” He said making me look at him “Maybe even to get know her a bit” He said pointing down to my area “I’m ready to go” I said once again I think he got the hint. He gotten up paying for the things we both picked out for each other, “Why are you so quiet ?” He asked breaking the silence “No reason just enjoying my time out” I said he didn’t say anything “Thanks for the clothes” I said turning to him “No problem” He said turning his head towards the window, We gotten back to the hotel parting ways I went to my room turning on the news “Five missing women the past week” I started to think Elvis had something to do with this I had to find out myself I had a plan I called Kat “Kat I need to tell you something” I said “What’s up ?” She asked “Hopefully you don’t think I’m crazy, I think Elvis is a killer” I said “What?” She nearly screamed “The first night I saw blood bags in the fridge of the plane then in the penthouse and now the news I think he is a killer” I said “Maybe so, what are you going to do?” “Ask him if it’s him” I said “No don’t would if he hurts you” “No he won’t I got this, I’ll do it tonight after his show” I said, I gotten ready for work putting on my uniform heading down to the kitchen looking at the meal list he wanted a cheese burger and fries. I headed up to the penthouse opening the two doors “Elvis are you here ?” I said “No he isn’t” I heard a women say “Well the food is here” I said leaving the cart “Thank you he should be back soon” She said making a appearance “Okay thanks for letting me know” I said walking out the door running into Jerry and Elvis “The food is there” I said

I made my way down to the kitchen cleaning up the mess the phone had rung “Hello” I said “You forgot the dessert” Jerry said “Oh, I’ll get right on it” I said checking the list two vanilla cones I went to the back kitchen to get the ice cream now making my way back “Here you are” I said “Thank you honey, sorry for the inconvenience” He spoke “It’s fine my shift isn’t over yet” “Hey, you know you could come to my show tonight if you want” He said “I think I have plans tonight but I could hang out later in the night if you want” I said “Sounds good to me, see you after my show then?” I nod walking out going to clean up the final mess I left, I gotten ready to meet Kat in the lobby “So what’s the plan ?” She asked “We wait till the show starts then we go in to look” I said “How do you know if anyone isn’t guarding the place” She asked “All his people are guarding him at the show trust me I know” I said, We waited for the show to start now making our way to the penthouse I had the key opening the door it was black “I’m scared” Kat said “Why? He isn’t coming back any time soon” I said opening his bed room looking in no one in sight I pointed to the fridge “Swear if your fucking with me”Kat said “No I’m not go open it” I said Kat sighed we both walked up to fridge she opened it as I closed my eyes “Oh god” Kat said “See I told you” We saw the same human arm from earlier “You weren’t lying oh my god” She said gagging closing the fridge “See now let’s go” I said pulling her out the room We made it out the penthouse going to the lobby “I’m in beyond disbelief” Kat said “I told you”I said “You need to tell him you know” She said “I will” I said, Kat and I went to the strip again hitting many dance clubs we can “Seriously let’s go my feet hurt” She said “I was thinking the same thing”

I said pulling her along “That guy wants me” She said giggling “I thought you were into Jerry what happened” I said “Haven’t called him I’m nervous” She said “Why he is so sweet” I said “I don’t know I’ll eventually do it, now let’s go” Kat said we made it back to the hotel just after Elvis’s show was over Kat and I went to my room “I need a shower” I said stripping myself “Have fun I’ll try to stay up” Kat said “Yea try” I said, I took a shower I heard screaming from the room next to us I quickly gotten up Kat had heard the same thing “Should we go check?” I asked “No what? Let’s stay here call someone” She said I called Jerry “Hey, we think something happened in the room next door would you come check it out” I asked him “Yea sure thing be down soon” He said ended the line, Jerry rung Elvis “Boss, what are you doing down there they heard her screams” Jerry said panicking “She already knows I feel it” He said “I’ll go talk to her” He added “Okay wait a moment just gotten off the phone with her” Jerry said Elvis had waited a moment now knocking on her door “Elvis thank god” She said letting him in the room “May I talk to you in private?” He asked “Yea sure thing” They stepped out into the hallway

“I heard screams or something while I was taking a shower Kat heard the same thing” I said with panic “Don’t play dumb with me Y/n” He said with that devilish tone “What?” I said “You know what I am” He said carefully “I don’t tell me ?” I said crossing my arms “I’m a vampire” He said I couldn’t believe my ears “What? How is this possible you killed those women” I panicked I took back all those things I said about him “No no” I said trying to calm myself down “How’d this happen?” I asked “I’ll tell you once I know I can trust you” He said “You can trust me! “ I said “I need to know for sure” He said “Don’t go running that mouth of yours because I will find out” He said looking in my eyes “Understand?” He added “Yes sir” I said “Good now forget this nonsense and get some sleep” He said “I can’t sleep knowing I work for a killer” I said with disgust I think I pissed him off again “Look, you will forget this happened go back to your little sleepover” He said getting closer to me “And if I don’t ?” I said he gotten closer face to face breathing in his air “You wanna test me again? I know you’ve seen what I can do” He said with a smirk he was right I have seen my clit was literally throbbing by this “That doesn’t mean anything, I could never get in bed with you” I said pushing him away then he gripped me by the neck “Listen here, I try to be kind to you and baby I know you want me all you gotta do is be honest with me mostly yourself” He said pushing me up against the wall “I don’t want to sleep with you ” I said He held up his hand rubbing his thumb against my lips “That’s what they all say, I know exactly what to do with you” He spoke “No this is wrong” I said “Let me at least have a try baby that’s all don’t hide from me” I sighed out loud “Not here” I said giving in “We could do it baby in this hallway” He said “I don’t just sleep with men I wanna be taken out” I said pushing him away “Then let me take you out” He said he couldn’t take a hint I just didn’t wanna sleep with him “And If I don’t want to sleep with you after you promise you’ll leave me alone” I said He nods “You got it” He said “Now goodnight” I said reaching for the door he pulled me back “Let me go” I said “No not just yet” He stood looking me in the eyes “You will let me taste your blood” He said “I will let you taste my blood” I couldn’t move or speak I felt a burn within my neck he bit my neck “Just as I thought you taste lovely” “I want a little more” I looked at his face it had changed red veins and sharp teeth the red eyes he was a real life vampire not like the movies Elvis was a vampire “Drink this” He held up his arm I noticed he was bleeding “Come on baby drink up it will heal you” I took his arm drinking from him “See it won’t hurt ya” He said moving the hair from my face I couldn’t explain this exact feeling but I felt like the world was spinning “There you should be fine” He said wiping the blood from my mouth now looking at my neck He looked at me again “Do you want to me remember this answer honestly” He spoke so soft “Yes” I said “Yes what?” “I want to remember” I said He opened my room door “Get some rest, take care of that neck for me hm” I nod walking into my room “Goodnight” He said closing the door I was left in a daze Kat sat up from the bed “Are you okay?” She asked with concern “Yes I’m okay” I said “What happened?” I stood for a moment “He is a real vampire he is real” I said sitting on the bed “What are you going to do now?” She asked “I’m staying here with him” I said slowly.

[finyx7733]

06/05/24

Affirmations: I am worthy of love I am capable of great things I am not a burden I am made of stardust and magick

So I woke up today with a lot of anxiety, I'm restless and I feel an overwhelming sense of dread, my limbs feel as if they are filled with sand, they are heavy and weighted down. All I want to do is cry or scream. Maybe break something, but I know that isn't going to help make me feel any better. I'm going to try and turn it around, and do things today that spark joy and make me feel productive. My therapist V gave me some journaling prompts to help me when I am feeling like this, one of them is called P.I.E.S. I think I will follow the prompt and see if it helps.

How do I feel physically today? Physically I feel drained, I didn't fall asleep until 2:30-3:00am and I woke up super early, so I am exhausted. My limbs feel as if they are weighted down and I am having trouble concentrating. My mind is racing and I can't seem to keep my thoughts straight. I know it's part of my mania but that doesn't make it any easier to overcome. I am hyper-fixating on the stupidest of things and I can't seem to focus on anything for a long period of time. It's just frustrating.

Am I intellectually stimulated? Today I am going to try and do some research on different things, I want to learn more about my BPD and Paganism. I think that will stimulate my brain and maybe help me focus some of this energy.

How do I feel emotionally today? Emotionally I am feeling good. My mood is really high and even though I feel anxious I'm in good spirits. I do feel a bit restless but I think I just need to do something physical, maybe go for a walk or clean something to get out this energy.

How do I feel spiritually today? I sat out in nature and just listened to some soft calming music, it made me feel at peace, though it is 105 degrees out today, and after a while, I got too hot to just sit out there so I came inside. I started watching videos about paganism last night, it was really interesting. I'm going to take notes and I will share what I learn.

Today is kind of a slow day, I have a therapy appointment at 1 pm which I'm a little anxious about, I don't know why V is really nice but I've only met with her one time and I'm afraid we are going to go into some heavy stuff and I don't know how it's going to affect me. I have been manic for two days now, I think I've had 7 hours of sleep in two days. Last night I didn't go to bed until 4 am and I was awake at 7:30 am because the dogs had to go out and they were barking. I'm not tired though nor am I grumpy so I will take the win. I'm hoping I will be able to sleep tonight but I suppose only time will tell.

Mimi had to go to work today, she is working at a Dude Ranch in the kitchen and she absolutely loves it. She says the staff are amazing and her boss is just lovely. I'm glad she found a place to work that brings her joy, she is such a kind and caring person she deserves some happiness in her life.

Before she got this job we would do the household chores together, we would pick one day out of the week and just get shit done, but now that she is working I don't think its fair for her to have to clean the house on her days off and since I'm not working I decided that I would surprise her and do all the chores myself. Trying to get them all done in one day alone was difficult, so I made a list of chores and broke them down. To keep myself from getting overwhelmed I picked one chore and assigned it to a day of the week. So while she is at work, I can do something productive and help out around the house.

Mind you there are some things I do daily, like the dishes, feeding the dogs, make my bed and declutter our living space. Here is what my chore list looks like in case anyone was wondering. Sunday: Bathroom. (toilet, sink, mirrors, floors, and trash) Monday: nothing. Tuesday: Laundry (wash and dry, put away) Wednesday: Bedroom (trash, vacuum, wipe down surfaces) Thursday: Closet (declutter, vacuum) Friday: nothing Saturday: nothing

I had my appointment with V and everything went really well. She listened to the goals that I've created to make sure they were reasonable goals and then she suggested I tried yoga. She said it is all about breathing and being intuned with your body. So I'm going to give it a try and see if it is something that piques my interest. I have several walking videos I have saved, so I am thinking maybe I'll do yoga 4 days out of the week and the walking videos the other 3 days out of the week. That way I move my body everyday, this will help me to lose weight. Mimi will be home soon and then we will probably start dinner, I'm not really sure what we are having tonight but whatever it is will be great. Mimi is a really good cook. I have some videos I want to watch so I think I'm going to go take the dogs out and do a little research. Ta for now.

[motheyes]

bathroom break

[bimrsadler]

Hello how are you doing? Mind If I request another arthur x reader fanfic where basically the reader comes back from a really long day at work and arthur is being extra fluffy with them? If you don't mind, I really love your writing, I hope you are having a nice day!

Creature Comforts

A/N: thank you for the compliment, I hope you have a good day as well and enjoy fluffy Arthur!

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader

Word count: 1,068

Warnings/tags: fluff, modern Arthur

While you normally found it easy to be calm and collected, today was different as you slammed the door behind you. You were only human and could only take so much. Another day of overtime, incompetent bosses and an exhausted body. You let your shoes drop carelessly next to Arthur’s boots as you swore under your breath.

You heard him approaching from the living room, surprised he was home on a Saturday. He walked in casually, curious about your irritation. “Y’okay there sweetheart?” You simply let out a groan and shook your head. “One of them days huh?”

“More like one of them weeks,” you walked over to him as he took you in a tight embrace. “Thought you would’ve gone out for drinks with the gang tonight…”

“Nah didn’t much feel like it. Besides after lettin’ me know you were working late I I thought ya might like the company.”

“That’s sweet Arthur, I would.” You pulled away from him to move toward the cupboard, “we can have a drink here instead I suppose,” you said as the pop of the wine cork filled the kitchen.

“Sounds like you’ve earned it anyway,” Arthur stated while setting the glasses on the counter.

You turned around to pour the wine but before you realized it, your elbow met with the glasses and sent them crashing to the ground. They shattered into many pieces all over the floor, large and minuscule alike.

“Woah it’s okay darlin’ don’t move, I’ll get the broom,” Arthur carefully stepped over the glass to get to the closet.

You just wanted to have a drink with Arthur after a long day. Why did everything seem to go wrong all at once and why did the little things have to feel so big? You felt tears welling behind your eyes along with the embarrassment of feeling like you were overreacting, but there they were, streaming down your face.

Arthur appeared in the kitchen again, “alright lemme just…damn what’s wrong sweetheart?” Noticing your emotional state, he set the broom down and came to your side. “Nothin’ to feel bad about, we can get new glasses anytime.”

“It’s not that I just…feel like everything is going wrong today and when I wanna relax I can’t even seem to get that right.” You let out small heaves as you rested your head on Arthur’s broad shoulder.

“I understand whatcha mean, c’mere,” he empathized as he wrapped his large arms around you and rubbed your back tenderly. “I’m gonna clean this u-”

“Arthur it’s my mess to-”

“Hey…” Arthur’s tone was quiet and calming, barely above a whisper. He pushed you out to arms length while gently grasping your waist and looking into your eyes. “I’m gonna clean this up, ya got enough on yer mind. But first I’m gonna find another glass to pour this wine in and run a hot bath for ya, how’s that sound?”

You looked at Arthur with admiration and gratitude, “it sounds amazing,” you admitted while wiping a stray tear away.

“Good, now c’mon.”

Arthur helped you step over the glass and led you to the bathroom. While the tub filled he helped you undress, gingerly placing kisses on your shoulders and neck.

After you eased into the hot water, he rubbed your shoulders and encouraged you to vent about the day if you wanted. You took him up on the offer, realizing how good it felt to vent to a sympathetic ear.

“Y’know darlin’ ya ain’t gotta keep workin’ there if ya don’t want to. I can support us if you wanna just…take some time off and think on things. Figure out what you really wanna do ya know?”

The juxtaposition of Arthur speaking so kind and delicate while his powerful hands worked your tense muscles made you feel safe and secure in ways you hadn’t experienced before him.

While you hated feeling like you were imposing, you knew that you deserved to be happy and if anyone was going to support you through it, it was Arthur. “That’s really generous of you, handsome. I’m gonna think about that,” you smiled up at him.

“Good. Now I’m gonna clean up,” Arthur rose to his feet and handed you your wine. “Try to relax and take the edge off.” He left with a kiss to your forehead.

The tension managed to ease enough that the work day was in the back of your mind. With each touch and sweet gesture from Arthur, you’d felt the stress of the day melt into the background. After some time passed he knocked on the door before letting himself in. He leaned against the doorframe, hands on his belt and a smirk on his face.

“Whatcha smilin’ at cowboy?”

“You. Ya look good in there, and I’m happy to see ya windin’ down. Much as I hate to ask ya to get out though, how ’bout we have some dinner?”

You stood up and began drying yourself off, “that sounds great, I’m starving. I don’t think either of us should bother cooking though…”

“Way ahead of ya gorgeous,” Arthur said with a wink as he wrapped you in your robe, warm and soft.

As you were led to the living room you saw that Arthur had ordered from your favorite takeout place and set it all out on the coffee table with blankets at the ready on the couch.

He pulled you against him with a gentle squeeze to your shoulder. “Whatcha say we watch a show or movie we been meanin’ to while we eat? You can pick if ya want.”

You moved to face Arthur and pull him in for an unhurried and appreciative kiss, threading your fingers through his soft hair. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.”

“Well I had a tiny idea when you came through the door cussin’ like that,” he said with a crooked smirk. You reacted with a playful eye roll before his tone returned to being serious. “I’m happy to make yer day better anytime ya need it, and don’t ever feel like ya need to keep it in, ’kay?” You nodded as Arthur leaned in for a reassuring kiss then motioned toward the couch.

You had spent the day feeling like no one around you ever listened or cared about what you had to say, but came home to the exact opposite. Sighing happily, you soaked in the bliss of the warm food in your stomach, and Arthur’s warm body beside you.

[writerpeach]

Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

7066 words

Categories - threesome, daddy kink

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

[twilightdruig]

sleeping with the ceo

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: one night stand before the first day of his new job and oops that was his new boss he was sleeping with.

warnings: ceo!reader , assistant!george , muggle!au , mentions of sex , one night stand , awkwardness , fwb

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! i have a love hate relationship with this and i just wanted to say @wandsandwheezes , @chokemepansy , @rcwenaclaw , and @nancybycrs are such huge inspirations to me like their writing is amazing <33

y/n didn’t know how she got here. she remembers going out with her friends, having a few drinks and partying a bit.

now, she was tangled in unfamiliar sheets with an attractive man next to her. she examined him, he was lanky, had ginger hair and freckles littered his body.

she vaguely remembers him buying her a drink. she had this fuzzy memory of his hands roaming her body. she slightly remembered his name starting with a ‘g’.

he started fussing and moving around in his sleep. he slipped his hand back to her waist so she couldn’t try to escape. he let out a groan in her ear and tightened his arms around her.

she didn’t want to wake him up so she subtly tried to nudge his chest. they were both still very naked. none of them bothered to put anything on after last night.

she raked her brain to remember what his name was. was it glen? gabriel? george? george. it sounded familiar. george. george! that was his name. he looked like a george too.

“george” she whispered slowly “george!” she whispered again a little louder. “george” she said one last time with a nudge.

he jumped a little. his eyes were now open but still droopy. he attempted to go back to sleep but awoke once again when he realized there was a beautiful girl in his arms. a beautiful naked girl. that was also when he remembered he had a job interview today.

he shot up and quickly covered himself when he realized he was undressed. she quickly turned the other way as well.

“hey there! uh… y/n right?” he exclaimed frantically, panic evident in his eyes. fred and lee somehow convinced him to come with them and celebrate fred’s job offer. the three always celebrated together. when lee finished his internship, when they graduated, when they bought their first cars, etc.

“yeah, hi!” she greeted. this was the most awkward thing she’s ever experienced. she’s a ceo! she’s fired people, yelled at people and have been in way more embarrassing moments. this is gonna be fine.

“well — uhm, it’s the first day of my job and it’s kind of really important. you can stay if you want to, my brother can take care of it” he offered.

“oh! i also have work to attend to, actually” she declined.

“oh… well then. this,” he gestured in between them, “was great. really! i wish i could spend more time but this is huge”

“no, i totally understand” she smiled.

when he left to the bathroom, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she walked around the spacious bedroom and picked up her scattered clothes. she just had to get picked up and change in the office. she held her shoes by the heals, got dressed up in wrinkly, used clothes and exited the room to leave for work.

she squeaked when she found george (or who she thought it was) standing shirtless, and hair dripping in the kitchen. “hi darling, i’m fred” he winked.

“yes… hi, fred. george didn’t mention a twin, only a brother” she pursed her lips feeling slightly embarrassed.

“explains the frightened and confused look”

“yeah… is it alright if i leave? tell george i had a great time last night,” she said “even if i didn’t remember most of it” she whispered to herself.

“yeah, sure!” he took a sip of his beverage “should i tell the doorman to call a taxi for you?”

“that would be really great. thank you so much”

“it’s certainly no problem” he dialed the doorman and requested a taxi.

she ran out the door, catching a glimpse of fred smirking to himself.

george walked out his room all dressed up for work and very nervous.

“missed her mate”

“oh… well i might see her again who knows” ‘oh you certainly will’ fred thought

“tell me, was she a good shag?” fred teased

“yes, actually” george laughed

“reckon she looked quite familiar?” fred asked. he knew who she was and what george was getting himself into but decided to just leave it until george figured it out by himself.

“no. you know her?”

“not really, no. familiar though”

—

she waited outside for a taxi which brought her straight to her office building.

“y/n! where the hell have you been?!” liv, your stand in assistant whisper-yelled to y/n.

“i was out with friends late last night, okay? no big deal”

“it is a big deal! there are a few workers starting her today! including your assistant because i have another job and kids to also attend to.” she handed her a white folder with the logo on the front “this is the list of all the new employees who will visit your office for first day evaluation”

“… except your assistant who will be here shortly”

“i’m gonna need to get changed.” she muttered. boy was today gonna be busy.

she boarded the elevator which took her to the highest floor; her office.

when she arrived, she ran to her personal space, past her assistant desk and into the small walk-in closet. she looked like a downright mess and it wasn’t appropriate to see new employees looking like a slob.

she tried her best looking professional and clean. she didn’t want her employees to know she was out sleeping with a stranger the night before. she did not know what she was getting herself into.

a few minutes passed, she was seated in her desk going through emails and actual mail, checking her calendar and whatnot when she heard the elevator door open.

she looked up and was met with familiar ginger hair, brown eyes and freckles. “george?” “y/n!?” they yelled at the same time.

they saw each other this morning, naked, and tangled in each other’s arms. george didn’t know why he didn’t recognize her, and y/n didn’t know how this was possible ‘who goes out the night before their first day at their job?’.

“heyy,” y/n greeted awkwardly slow “george.”

she could hear a faint and unclear “i slept with my new boss last night” from george.

“and i slept with my new assistant last night as well” she continued, testing the waters. in the amount of times y/n has hired people, this has never happened.

george gave her a tight-lipped smile. now it made sense what fred said this morning. she was of course familiar. the oh so rich ceo of the company he now works at. y/n l/n, multi-millionaire.

“listen, george. if you don’t want to work as my assistant, i can transfer you to one of my managers” she offered. she took his feelings into account, maybe he regret last night, he might be the office slut or whatever was going through his head.

“no! no, y/n. that’s ridiculous. i would love to work for you”

—

weeks turned into months and the two working together went smoothly. he answered her calls, made reservations and bought coffee. they worked like friends, equals. not like one was working for the other.

george especially appreciated the scented candle y/n got him the very next day after the awkward exchange.

y/n would even call him into her office for a quickie almost a year into him working there. it became a regular thing. either her hands down his trousers or her bent over her own desk.

today was different though. george was jittery and nervous. y/n was the least busy she’s ever been. she’d ask what her schedule was every half hour.

he slipped a little something in her calendar tonight, though. 8pm dinner at italiano’s with george. it was kind of a way of asking her out? he thought it was smart.

“georgie, what else is on my schedule today?” she called from her desk while playing with her pen.

“well, sweetheart,” they called each other nicknames and petnames when no one was around “you have a meeting with alicia by 4:30, selene is stopping by for drinks by 5:15 and you have dinner with me at 8”

she registered the meetings into her mind then along came dinner with her assistant with benefits.

“is this your way of asking me out, georgie?” she teased.

“oh, you see right through me huh”

“of course i do,” she poked his sides “literally an hour before your first day i was tangled in your sheets. i think we’ve got quite the bond”

—

after all her meetings and meet ups, it was finally the time for her to go home, or in today’s case, have dinner with george.

they went to a dainty little italian restaurant who served the best pasta she’s ever had (well that’s what she told george). it was quiet especially for a sunday night.

george was sitting across from her as they waited for the food. he started with a little small talk like the weather and the environment. he then talked about the situations at work and other people who worked with them. this felt natural to them. just two friends (or more) talking comfortably in a romantic italian restaurant.

“we had sex the first time today, a year ago” george interjected.

“you really have a way with words, weasley. but really?” y/n asked with wide, surprised eyes. george nodded. “wow! a year ago. that seems like so long”

“it does”

their food was served and they went back to office talk. they also reminisced on how awkward they were. my, my. how much they’ve grown.

“you know, y/n.” he reached to hold her hand “me and fred had this huge idea” he started.

“you know how i told you about those times in high school and college where me, fred and our best friend lee would prank people and joke around?”

“of course”

“we’re opening a shop! we have enough money for it now!” he exclaimed.

“george!” she arose from her seat and gave him a big hug “i am so extremely proud of you”. she knew he was passionate about that. she knew about his mom not supporting him and his brother snd wanting them to take a political or medical job.

george felt like he was gonna tear up. this woman us amazing. she supports him about everything he’s passionate about, she makes sure he’s comfortable and she makes him happy. y/n was all he could ever ask for.

“y/n.” george uttered in her ear, finally gaining the confidence to tell her “i have another thing to tell you.”

“yeah, go ahead georgie” she held his face with her hands.

“i — i am so completely utterly drop dead in love with you” he whispered with a small smile “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i just wan-“

she cut him off short by pressing her lips against his, forcefully. it took george a few milliseconds to register what was happening until her kissed her back.

she moved her hands to get tangled with the hair on the nape of his neck while his hands were on her waist. they were smiling in their kiss.

when they pulled back they pushed their heads together. “so… did that mean you love me back or..?”

she kissed him again and again on his cheeks and nose. “yes. it means i love you back. and i don’t care what anyone says.”

george paid for tonight’s dinner for a change and they went back to y/n’s enormous flat and one thing lead to another…

[afictionalwhore]

Mr. Tough Guy

A/N: this is for my dear friend @libiraki as a sort of pick-me-up for bad days 💞 it’s my first time actually writing for Dabi and not messing around so I was nervous af writing for the Dabi Queen 🥺

TW: ??? Soft Dabi???

Word count: 2K

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You rolled on your side to glance at the clock. Glaring electric numbers and letters taunted you back—2:36 A.M. Dabi wasn’t coming home again tonight. You knew you couldn’t get mad at him; it was Shigaraki always sending him out on ridiculous missions. But you were much too afraid of voicing your complaints to the temperamental man-child, so you contended yourself with being mildly annoyed at your pyro boyfriend. You sighed before pulling his pillow across the bed and over you, spooning it and breathing in the lingering scent.

You were almost asleep, when you felt the mattress dip beside you. Warm, rough arms wrapped around your small frame, pulling you into a lean chest. You felt the gentle tug of staples on the thin shirt you were wearing, shaking you awake just enough to be coherent. 

"So you finally decided to come home?" you sleepily grumble, refusing to turn over to look at him.

A husky, smoke-heavy voice hummed from behind you before you felt Dabi nuzzle his face gently against your back, careful not to hook any more of his staples in your clothes. You were annoyed enough at him coming home so late without him accidentally ripping your shirt or staining it with blood from his charred skin. Dabi breathed you in. 

"You're wearing my shirt, doll," he said, grateful that you were turned away so you wouldn't witness the blush dusting his unscarred cheeks. "You must have really missed me." 

"Don't flatter yourself," you replied. Knowing how much he loved seeing you in his clothes but being unsure of when exactly Dabi would home, you had been going to sleep in his loose shirts. The large scoop neck did next to nothing to hold in your boobs, and the hem typically reached your midthigh standing, rolling up to barely come over your ass in your curled position, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the man himself.

“No, Dabi,” you huffed as he began to slowly grind into your ass. “You stink. How long has it been since you had a bath?”

“How long have I been away again?” You could hear the smile in his voice. Dabi never took a bath without you to help him. Bathing Dabi after a long mission quickly became one of your favorite activities. He knew this and was absolutely using it to get back on your good side, though you didn’t mind the fact at all. His latest excursion was almost two weeks, and you wondered how his league mates could stand him for so long.

“Go warm up some water and get some wash rags.” You told him. 

“Yes ma’am!” Dabi pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before rolling off the bed, the mattress springs giving a low groan with the shifting of his weight. 

As you rose from your comfy position, swinging your legs over the side of your bed  and planting your feet on the cold floor, you remembered the first time you had given Dabi a bath. 

You had, simply put, a rough day at work. You knew that when working retail, most days would be simply not good, but that day really took the cake. Somehow the blame for everything landed on you, despite the problems originating in different departments. Your fuse was blown short when a middle aged woman insisted she knew more than you, screaming that she wanted to speak to your manager and accusing you of "withholding" items from her when you didn’t take her expired coupon for an item that she didn’t have and you didn’t carry. Somehow "ma'am, we don't even have a back to check. I’m sorry," escalated into "you dumb bitch can't get laid and has to take out her pent up frustration on retail workers." Needless to say, your boss did not appreciate the comment, and you were told you had to be "let go", as though he was trying to break up with you gently instead of firing you.

 You would much rather go out and get something to eat on days like this. Chicken nuggets, fries, something greasy and comforting. Unfortunately for you, you and Dabi had recently started a budget, after a scare of not making rent due to spending too much on delivery and takeout. With your newfound unemployment, you decided the wisest decision would be to just go home and take out your frustration on some poor helpless rice cakes. Spicy but simple was perfect for the day you were having.

That’s what led to you hunched over the stove, saibashi in hand, viciously stirring the bright red sauce into the cylindrical gooey rice cakes.

“I need your help,” Dabi had said, appearing in the small entryway between the kitchen and your bedroom. 

You stopped your stirring. Dabi needing help meant one of two things: he needed to hide a body or he wanted a blow job. After the day you had, you were in no mood to play any of Dabi’s games. You turned fast to face the man, almost giving yourself whiplash and pointing your chopsticks at him as though you would stab him if he didn't choose his next words very carefully. Dabi took a step back and raised his forearms up in surrender.

“What do you want?” you practically growled at the man, shaking your chopsticks and dripping red sauce on the floor below.

“Do you think you could help me take a bath?”

Your eyes went wide with shock before realization of his request set in, and your features immediately softened, the muscles holding you tense relaxing, as Dabi gazed at you with a shy, almost sheepish, expression. You gently set the poor saibashi that were about to snap in your grasp down on the counter beside the stove.

“Okay, baby,” you said, smiling at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling, tears threatening to spill over at his sweet request. “Of course! Why don’t you go get some warm water and a soft rag?”

Since then, Dabi would every so often request help with a bath. It was always something that he had to be the first to mention. This was a side of Dabi you cherished. It was like watching the hummingbirds sip from the nectar feeder outside your window. To ask of it yourself felt almost akin to trapping the bird and keeping it under lock. He would never tell you what it was that made him finally decide to look more after his hygiene. You had the slight feeling that it was his insecurities settling in. Everyone in Dabi's life had abandoned or used him, and you had deduced that he feared you would leave him if he didn’t start to take better care of himself. The scent of light cherry blossoms and sweet peaches radiated from you while he smelled of rotting flesh and old cigarettes.

You made your way to your bathroom, a typical affair for a tiny Tokyo apartment, but it was just enough for you and Dabi. You pushed the sliding glass shower door open and stepped in, knocking over a few almost empty bottles, still clad in just Dabi's white t-shirt. 

He sat on a small stool placed in the center of the shower, glancing up at you as you slid the door open. The seat was just a little too small for him, forcing his knees to bend awkwardly up to his chest as he slouched back over. You drank in the sight of him. From the scars that decorated his chin and the top of his chest, forearms, and legs to the gleam of the staples that just barely held him together. You loved everything about him, despite the patchwork of purple scars that littered his body. You had a feeling deep down that despite his rough exterior, Dabi was insecure about his body. When you had met, he smelled of rotting flesh and cigarettes, and while he still retained the smoke smell, you figured that he began to grow self conscious over how you may have perceived him. 

You started with his face, dipping the soft rag into the bucket of warm, soapy water Dabi had made before pressing it gently over his closed eyes. You made your way around Dabi's face, lightly patting the warm, damp rag against his skin.

Dabi made a small hum in the back of his throat as you made your way to washing his neck, the same gentle patting motion you had used to wash his face. 

"That feels really nice, doll," he sighed.

You moved on to his arms, starting with his right shoulder and gently nudging him to rotate his arm. With as many times as you have done this now, it didn’t take much for Dabi to pick up on your wordless request. You worked your way down his arm and back up, wringing the rag out to run down the drain before dipping it into the clean, mildly soapy water to start washing his left side. 

As you repeated your gentle motions on his left arm, you noticed Dabi staring off. He looked deep in thought, enough to worry you as Dabi usually had a sharp tongue during his baths, hoping to stir you up and enjoying watching your face flush with embarrassment at his crude words on what he planned to do to you to repay you.

“You tired?” you asked, a small smile crossing your face.

“Mmmm” Dabi nodded. “Yea, I guess.” You decided not to push it and rang out the rag again so you could move on to his chest.

As you pat the damp rag onto his collarbone, careful not to let the charred skin get any more damp than what was necessary to keep him feeling fresh and clean, you heard Dabi mumbling.

“What was that?” You looked up at him, eyes wide in fear that you had hurt him. Dabi was still staring off to the side.

“I’m sorry,” Dabi murmured, barely audible despite your closeness. “For being away from you for so long.” He still refused to look at you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was Dabi really apologizing? And for something that deep down you both knew wasn’t truly his fault. The Dabi you knew would never, even if bathing Dabi did tend to bring out a softer side of him. You were dreaming. You had to be. You had fallen asleep, waiting for Dabi to come home, and ended up dreaming of bathing your lover. 

“I mean it,” Dabi whispered, looking down at you with bright blue round eyes more befitting of a small husky puppy than a wanted arsonist. "I'm sorry. You put up with so much from me. You could have left at any time while I was away, but you didn't. You just kept waiting and trusting I'd come back." Dabi took in a deep breath. "I think I love you."

Despite his frightening exterior, Dabi was truly quite soft; he just often had trouble expressing that softness. Bathing Dabi brought out a side of him that only you saw, a sweet, lonely man who so desperately wanted to open up to someone but was afraid of being abandoned or worse, betrayed. This was who Dabi really was underneath his tough guy shield. This was the Dabi that you loved. Something must have happened while he was gone to make him really open up to you like this, but you didn’t want to pry; Dabi would share in his own time. Just hearing those three little words was enough for you.

You tried your best to stifle your tears, ducking your head down and dropping the rag in a pitiful attempt to hide your tears. 

“Aw damn,” nothing got past him. “I went and fucked up again didn’t I?”

“No,” you started, sniffling lightly. “No, Dabi. I’m just really happy you’re home. I love you, too.” 

“Hurry up, would ya!” Dabi tried to bark, an attempt to gain back his tough guy act. “You've still got my whole bottom half to do, and I’m getting cold over here!” 

You couldn't help but giggle at him, pressing a sweet peck to the scarred part of his cheek and fully enjoying the blush that crept up the rest of his face.

[thefriendlyferretwriter]

A new side of you

Pairing: Eugene ‘Flash’ Thompson x Reader

Summary: During your shift at the restaurant the night brings in a surprise you didn’t prepare for

Warning: tension, angst, fluff

A/N: Flash’s father is not a cop but a businessman in this, just so you’re not confused if you read the comics. Not edited to a T (Also, it’s long, like really long). Enjoy!

“I’m sorry to have to say this, but tonight you two will have to take orders.” James, our boss says with a scowl on his face.

Looking at each other from where we are standing with our hands in the sink doing the typical diver work, Ned and I take a second contemplating each other before turning back to James with a simultaneous “No”.

“I’m afraid we, and by we I mean you, don’t Have a choice,” he says a bit more seriously.

“What happened to the others?” I ask.

“Charlotte called me her mother went into labor she was calling me from the car. As for Claire she had an accident, there is a crazy nut job who caused a massive accident on the expressway and she’s now at the ER with her foot facing the wrong direction."

Ned and I shudder visualizing the incident.

“We took this summer job just so that we could stay back and do cleaning jobs like diving or mop the floor not taking orders,” I say motioning to the surroundings filled with stressed-out cooks running around.

“Trust me, if I had a choice you two would be my last,” he says pinching his nose

“Well that’s sweet,” Ned says with his poker face not knowing how to respond.

“I mean look at us, this restaurant is 4 you really want us to take orders looking like that?” I say pointing to our dirty appearance trying to find an out of this mess.

My hair strands going crazy along with my sweaty face and my lack of makeup give off a pretty unfitting waitress look.

“Kathy is going to fix you up, don’t worry, she’s on her break,”

“Wait why can’t Kathy take orders?” Ned asks.

“Because Kathy is a Cook, her break is only half an hour and after that I need her ready for her actual job, the one of a Cook,” James says sternly pushing me towards the girl bathroom and motioning to Kathy outside taking a breath of fresh air, to come.

Twenty minutes later and I can say for sure that Kathy is a magician. Sure you could say that a quick swipe of hairbrush and the bare minimum of makeup is the below-average necessary, but I would say that making me upgrade from little sweaty piglet to basic waitress is a miracle.

“Okay I think I’m done. Now I have 10 minutes left of my break and I’m going to enjoy every second of it, so if anyone comes to me because James needs something they’ll regret it,” she says as a warning and I think it is supposed to be a message for me to relay.

I nod with a blank face and wide eyes knowing her threat is true and that she wouldn’t hesitate to make a scene that would be heard all the way to the customer’s side of the restaurant.

Walking back to the kitchen James is waiting for me impatiently fixing for what seems like the 100th time Ned’s bow.

"Love the bow," I flatter.

"Love the makeup." Ned compliments me back.

"Okay girls now that we're done fawning over each other let's go," James says handing us order pads.

He starts giving instructions as he zigzags in between people. Realizing so, we follow him quickly clipping our pads on.

"It's simple you walk up to Josh he tells you the tables that have not ordered yet and you walk up to them," he says signing what seems to be a huge material order for the restaurant.

"You then go up to the customers smile like they're your favorite person in the world and with a soft but loud enough voice welcome them here and ask them what they would like to eat. If their talkative, don't hesitate to do the conversation but remember that this is a restaurant and not a tea party."

Getting closer to the swinging doors I feel my breathing quicken and my hands getting clammy.

"You note their order and go back to Josh at the desk, tell him all the tables you took the orders off and go back to the kitchen to put your orders on display for the cooks to do their job, got it?"

We stand side by side in front of James nodding like clueless children, which we are.

“Questions?” James asks hurriedly.

Ned shyly raises his hand.

“Yes?”

“Can I go puck?”

Hearing Ned’s question I myself feel the bile crawling up my throat.

“No time,” James responds pushing us forward and out the doors to the restaurant.

“The hell do we do now?” Ned asks panicked.

Thankfully we are still close to the kitchen doors so the lights are dimmed and can hide our petrified faces

“Step one, we go to josh,” I say.

We walk up the few stairs that lead up to the counter where Josh is probably checking customers' arrival on his Tablet.

“Huh hi we’re here to take up for Charlotte and Claire,” I say quietly motioning to Ned and I.

“What happened to them?” Josh asks with a frown.

“Long story.” Ned clear up right away.

Confused but moving on Josh announces that a handful of tables require ordering. Hearing the number makes me swallow a lump clutching my order pad tighter.

“You walk up to the table, write the table's number on your pad to make sure you end up serving the right table and you get the order No need to write neatly just make sure the cooks can read it, believe me these people can read even doctor’s writing.” Josh tries to reassure us.

Turning back to the table I can hear my heartbeat all the way up to my ears making me panic while watching all the tables full of life and chatter

Families here for special events, lovers here for a date and business deals all taking place in one gigantic room.

“We’re dead,” Ned announces quietly to me.

“You don’t say,” I answer back with a frill voice.

Walking toward our first tables we get separated and after the first few tables I start to gain confidence.

Remembering the compliment an old woman made me gives me a boost of confidence and I am able to walk up confidently to the next table pad ready and words already chosen.

“Hi, welcome to–Flash?” I say my confidence falling apart in a second.

Hearing my voice Flash’s head whips towards me and is mirroring my expression of surprise.

After we recognize each other's it is Flash’s mother’s clear of throat that sends us both in a contest to look at anything but each other. As I look down to my pad writing the table number as Flash hurriedly sips on his water.

“Good evening, welcome to the melting pot, how may I serve you?” I say with a soft smile avoiding looking at Flash.

With loving eyes the woman at the other hand of the table looks between Flash and I, “You two know each other's Eugene?”

I try to hide my smirk at Flash's real name, and I’m pretty sure that if his mother wasn’t looking at him, his firing stare to me would be accompanied by a nasty remark.

“We...go to the same school,” he says with fake politeness trying to stay polite.

“Oh you go to Midtown High too?” she asks with great interest.

I hesitate, talking to Flash Thompson’s mother was never on my top 10 things to do but the sweetness of her words and the chance of getting under flash’s skin is too tempting.

Sending a knowing look to Flash who looks back at me with a warning look it doesn’t stop me from putting my best worker smile on and starting a conversation with the woman.

“Yes actually my friend goes to Midtown too,” I say turning and waving at Ned who is standing a few feet away taking the order of a table full of businessmen.

Looking back at us he waves at me before recognizing Flash’s snarl and drops the smile as well as his head to look back at his order pad and focus back on his work.

And then comes Harrison Thompson, the businessman, the loving husband, the charming and charismatic CEO.

“A waitress goes to Midtown High? do you have some sort of scholarship or something?” Harrison says with a charming smile hiding his barely concealed insult.

A passive-aggressive douchebag should be added to the list of what people call him.

“Actually,” I say trying to hide my glare and trying to keep my pettiness at bay, “I took this summer job as a way to stay productive and earn a bit of money on the side.”

“What a great idea!” the woman says with a chuckle “ Such a productive young woman.”

“Thank you madam Thompson,” I say mirroring her smile.

“Please call me Aliyah,” she tells me presenting me her hand to me to shake with elegance.

Flash looks at me with a strange glint in his eyes, I cannot tell if he’s looking at me with anger or just plain disdain.

Shaking her hand I remember why I’m here and finally get to ask them what they would like to eat.

Ordering their appetizers I find myself getting filled with satisfaction with the way the Flash Thompson avoids my eyes and says ‘please’ quietly. It is even more satisfying when his mother tells him to speak up to make sure I can ‘do my job right'.

Walking away with a smug smile I walk to the counter to update Josh on the orders that were made. Walking from the counter and down the small stairs to the kitchen I join a fidgety Ned who is excitedly looking back at me and Flash’s table. Getting closer to him my eyes get bigger like sausage and I can’t wait to tell him everything.

Walking hurriedly through the kitchen doors Ned’s voice is the first thing that reaches my ears

“Flash Thompson?!” he shouts.

His voice gets downed by the kitchen’s grill noises and the cook's chatters but I still decide to shut him up with my palm not wanting to make a scene in the middle of a kitchen.

Slowly taking my hand off Ned doesn’t waste time and is already asking questions

“From all the restaurants in New York why did Flash Thompson ‘s family decide to this restaurant to eat out tonight?” Ned exclaim with frustration.

“I... don’t know actually.” I realize that during the chat I had with them I didn’t think to ask why they came in this restaurant.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence.” I continue

“Maybe we’re cursed.” Ned then says.

“You know what I think we are lucky,” I respond with a smile and Ned frown not knowing what I’m talking about.

With a small laugh I walk up and start displaying all my orders in the kitchen as I tell Ned how Flash got really awkward and shy not being able to make a snarky remark or insult me in any way because his parents were present. It makes him laugh and ask further questions but I tell him that even though this experience was delightful it was short-lived.

It’s been a few hours of serving and taking orders. People enter and others go, I even made a few friends here and there.

Like this old woman who keeps complimenting my service and told me it was her birthday. I insisted that she should ask for the birthday special but she keeps telling me she has a lot of money to spend. When asked why she’d rather spend money than save it she ended up telling me that her kids forgot to wish her a happy birthday and did not even bother to call for a few weeks now so she decided to spend all the money she saved for Christmas and spend it on herself.

Going back and forth between tables I serve and take orders, I really gained confidence.

I’m even considering asking James to call me if he ever needs a hand with waitressing again.

Looking at Ned, he’s...doing way better than before. He’s still struggling with memorizing the orders but he stopped saying “Hi” instead of “Welcome”.

The thing that’s bothering me is passing back and forth besides Flash’s family's table. In the beginning I liked it, I had small conversations with Mme.Thompson regarding my work, what I earned my ranking at Midtown, but it quickly turned sour. As Mme.Thompson’s words are as sweet as honey, Mr.Thompson’s words are as sour as an uncalled-for punch in the face.

It started as a remark on the fact that I have a less than minimum wage job and I’m pretty sure that even if I took an hour he would still not understand that it is a summer job and not just a regular job.

But then it got worse, serving him the whiskey he ordered was probably the worst decision of the night. The more sip he takes the nastier the remarks start to be and when I am not the target of his insensitive question, Flash gets picked on and I only get to listen to his trial.

It started as the fact that his son goes to the same school as a waitress and after thinking back to it I think that telling Mme.Thompson that I ranked first at school was a miscalculated move as her husband’s douchebag move is to continuously say how much Flash isn’t doing any effort even with all the recourses he has.

I hear all the low insults and the low blows as I pass beside their table to serve others as I turn around I am called over to the kitchen’s doors by Josh.

“What is it?”

“Bring this to table forty-five,” he says sending me away with a crème brûlée.

Sighing I turn around with the dessert walking up to the table and get a smile on my face when I realize that my sweet old friend is the one who ordered the sweet dessert.

“Your finishing your diner with a bang as I see.” I beam up serving her.

“Ah the last time I ate one of those it was during my 4th wedding anniversary,” she says diving in right away.

“Sounds like fun.”

“Not as much as the night of the anniversary.” she titters.

“Oh my,” I chuckle behind my hand.

Hearing a little rustle of cutlery I turn around to see Flash standing up and excusing himself to go to the bathroom and I don’t miss Mme.Thompson tilt down of the head.

I hear my friend sigh in disappointment.

“Poor boy. He has been insulted for almost three hours now.”

I turn back to her, “You heard all of it?”

“Little girl, just because I’m old doesn’t mean my senses don’t work perfectly fine,” she tells me with a pointed cheeky stare.

I turn back to the table to see mister Douchebag sipping on his second whiskey as Mme.Thompson glares at him.

“You know when I grew up and started talking about my childhood to my friends I was told that I was a lucky one.” she starts recounting.

“For years I believed them when they told me that I was lucky to not be an abused child. It’s only when I met my second husband and we talked about each other’s childhood that for the first time in my life I was acknowledged,” she says taking a sip of her wine.

“My father might have never laid a hand on me but constantly insulting me and comparing my failures to other kids sucess did leave marks, just not on my body.”

I look at her with sadness before looking back to the Thompson’s table and the hallway where Flash disappeared.

“My mother never hated me but she never really loved me either.”

“You had a bad relationship with your mother as well?” I ask hoping for more details without forcing her either.

“My mother did the work that was asked of her at that time, provide a legacy. But when you birth children without actually wanting them you don’t have a motherly connection with them,” she tells me with a smile that seems strange to me.

“You don’t hate your mother?” I ask.

Swallowing another spoon she tells me that with time she learned to forgive but that it didn’t mean she had a better relationship with her mother, they were civil towards each other.

“How about your father?” I say stealing a glance at Mr.Thompson knowing that Flash idolizes his father with how much he brags about his parents' accomplishments but especially his father’s.

“Like I said it’s not because you forgive that you have to forget,” she says looking at their table as well.

“I find it quite surprising," she continues, "One would think that with the years passing by, the parental techniques would evolve with time but it doesn’t seem like it for everybody.”

I sigh feeling sympathy.

“I can tell you that this young man has years of therapy ahead of him,” she shakes her head probably feeling bad like me.

Turning around I start to make my way to the counter before I catch a glimpse of conversation.

“Your unbelievable.” I hear Mme.Thompson says with anger under her breath.

In a quick moment, I decided to lean down and pretend to clean the table right behind theirs to peak at their conversation.

“What is it now?” he says being oblivious to his behavior.

“It was supposed to be a good evening, an apology diner to Eugene and you had to go and ruin it.” she spit out.

“I just gave him constructive criticism, stop overprotecting the boy, sometimes he needs to hear it.”

“Not tonight not when we’re supposed to spend the night with him because we can’t be here for his birthday.” I can hear in her voice that she is on the verge of angry tears.

“I warn you the second he comes back you better start acting like a father and we’re going to spend a lovely evening like a loving family,” she says looking him dead in the eyes with a look that would make the Devil shudder.

Mr.Thompson sobers up in a second and seems to understand her threat on a personal level.

“And for the love of God slow down on the whiskey,” she says in a degrading way.

Standing up I subtly make my way to the counter where Josh is calling me once more.

“What?” I say a bit too drily for my liking, this night is starting to take a toll on me and my mood.

“Bring this to the men’s bathroom and fill them please,” he says handing me an open box full of soap bottles and a small key.

Probably to open the tanks.

“Wait why me? Why can’t Ned do it or literally anyone else?

“We’re understaffed on a busy night and Ned is in the kitchen getting cleaned up because a kid spilled his drink on him.” Josh answer hurriedly.

I roll my eyes walking to the hallway. Stopping right at the bathroom door I remember that Flash excused himself and is probably inside.

I consider leaving the box beside the table for someone else to do but remember that like Josh said it's a busy night and it could take hours for someone else to find the box and change the soap.

With a sigh and a grunt I open the bathroom door with my back, the box in hand. Nobody seems to be here except for me.

I breathe relived and start changing the tanks thinking that this night is far from being over but if I keep up I’ll be able to prove myself and maybe even get a raise, even if it’s a summer job.

But of course my mood rising needs to be brought right back down by the door of one of the stalls opening and Flash Thompson walking out looking at me with a frown.

We both freeze and look at each other through the mirrors. The silence is both awkward and full of tension and it would almost be impossible for me to say that he cried if it wasn’t for the slight puff of his eyes and the fact that he came out of the stall wiping his nose.

After a few instants of silence I decide to break the ice.

“Hi."

He doesn’t answer and continues to look at me. I can’t tell if he wants to insult me or just want me to get out of the toilet.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with a quiet but firm voice.

“Um,” I say looking at the soap bottle in my hand and the tank’s key in the other.

“I was told to change them,” I answer motioning at the tanks with hesitation.

For what? I don’t owe him any explanation!

He slowly walks up to the farthest sink looking at me up and down, “No, I mean what are you doing here in this restaurant? How did you even get this job in the first place?” he asks with a louder tone getting frustrated.

It’s my turn to look him up and down feeling all the tension in his body not only because of his father’s judging but also the fact that someone he hate was a witness to his humiliation.

“If it makes you feel any better I am supposed to be a diver.”

“It doesn’t.” he says dryly, “If you’re a diver, why are you even serving?

“Understaffed.” I simply say not giving too many details.

He nods with a blank stare.

Going up and up changing the tanks I get closer to him who is washing his hand. He takes his time and I believe that at one point he zones out glaring at the faucet.

I am right beside him changing the last tank as he finishes washing his hands, turning off the faucet and taking a cloth from its pile.

“What is it?” he asks noticing me staring at him.

I hesitate.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask trying to sound confident but it ends up leaving my mouth with an awkward tone.

“Why would I want to talk about it?” he asks back, “Especially with you.”

Oh so he’s not denying it.

“I don’t know.” I admit, “Sometimes people just need to let it out, it’s a bit like throwing up it hurts and it’s scary but you feel better afterward, you feel clean inside.”

Looking at his reflection in the mirror he chuckles and then looks back at me, “I don’t need your pity Parker.” he spits.

“I don’t pity you, I feel sympathy it's not the same thing.”

“Why?”

At that, I go silent trying to find the right words.

“Because if I was in this situation I’d like to talk about it with someone.”

Drying his hand he then scrunches up the napkin.

“Well I don’t so stay out of my business.” he clears up with an air of superiority, one that will surely disappear when he’ll be back face to face with his father.

Closing the tank a bit too violently I sigh frustrated.

That’ll teach me to try to be nice to Flash Thompson.

Going back to the counter Josh tells me that I can relax a bit as it is around 11PM and fewer people are coming in around that time.

It is around 11:30 and people are finishing up their meal. Almost half the restaurant is clearing up, and even my old friend Darla has left leaving me a generous tip and a wink.

I yawn covering my mouth and looking at the time on my watch. One more hour to go and I’m done. I can’t wait to go back home and crash in my bed that I can’t even think about what I am going to eat or if I will be able to take a shower.

“Table number forty-three asked for the check, you're on,” Josh says.

I walk up to the table and it seems like Mme.Thompson’s threat to her husband was enough to stop him as the family is talking calmly and Flash and his mom seem to have a pleasant conversation.

“Hello there, I'm sorry to interrupt you but I heard you asked for the check?”

Heads turn to me with different expressions. Douchebag tilts his head up as an act of superiority and Mme.Thompson, her is looking at me bearing a soft smile with an even softer gaze, probably the result of a few glasses of wine. As for Flash, his smile falls and he looks…taken aback.

I guess that given what time it is he probably imagined I would have gone home, well too bad for you understaffed means that I also get the hours of a regular server.

“Yes we did, I think that we’re done for tonight-.” her speech gets cut off with a shatter of glass right at my feet.

I gasp taken aback when I feel some water splashing on me from the impact of the glass on the carpet.

“Careful Eugene!” Mme.Thompson says hurriedly having been startled by the noise as well.

“Sorry mom.” Flash quickly excuses himself, “I got lightheaded for a moment.”

“Can’t you be a bit careful?!” Douchebag adds up a bit louder as if this small incident was enough to send him overboard.

I decide to stop his outburst right away, “It’s alright sir! it happens all the time we’re used to it.”

Not seeing Ned anywhere I decide to call Josh over pointing to the broken glass on the ground.

He reacts right away and comes over picking up the bigger pieces and swiping up the smallest which leaves me dealing with the spilled water.

“I’m really sorry. Like I was saying I think we’re done for tonight, it’s been a long day and I think sleep is taking over.” Mme.Thompson says with a gracious laugh foundling her son's hair full of affection.

“No don’t worry, it’s no big deal.” I reassure, looking up I see a one-sided stare contest between father and son. Douchebag is glaring at Flash who is doing exactly what he was doing at the beginning of this dinner with me, avoid his stare like the plague.

Crouched down to mop the water my eyes catch his hands rubbing nervously against each other. It's obvious that the douchebag is waiting for them to leave this place to have this argument, probably in the car or even at home.

So much for an apology diner to his son.

Flash's hands leave each others and in turn now stand at his side clenching with anxiety.

It's supposed to be his night and somehow he seems to be the one having the hardest time.

"I'll be more careful next time, promise."

The water is gone, a slight dampness in the carpet but I keep rubbing, my mind going back and forth.

Flash is an asshole and a bully. I always thought that the day I would get to see him embarrassed in public would be the happiest day of my life.

With his parents having a silent stare contest Flash is looking down and without thinking too much I take a hold of his hand under the table.

His hand is warm and a bit sweaty, probably because of his nerves and I hesitated to look at him in the eyes, but when I do my sight is met with Flash's face looking like a deer caught in the headlight.

He doesn't say anything about it and if my heart wasn't beating out of my chest I would be proud to say that I made Flash Thompson speechless for once. No backtalk, no remark, just silence.

I rub his knuckles with my thumb and give him the ghost of a smile.

If he's doomed to have a crappy night, at least know that someone has his back.

Just for tonight.

Our interaction only lasts a few seconds and I proceed to stand up taking my hand away and keeping our eye contact, just before his mother turns back to me with a smile.

I don't dare look back at him until he and his family are done paying at the counter and I am cleaning up their table. We share a quick eye contact as I am wiping up the table and Ned is packing the dirty dishes to the cater. It's…different.

It's the first time I don't see cockiness, boredom, or a glare coming from him.

He looks tired and dares I say grateful?

When we are done washing the dishes and are ready to crash down on the spot James congratulates us on our good work and Josh announces that a he says, THE Aliyah Thompson asked if some of their employees would be willing to work for an event of theirs pointing specifically to Ned and I.

He says that she was very pleased and enthusiastic at the idea of having us serving, trying subtly to guilt-trip us.

Looking at Ned we are both unsure, but the sweet sound of a good paycheck makes us lighten up right away.

I can't wait to encounter the Thompson's again, well, at least one of them.

She doesn't get to see him caress his hand relentlessly exactly where she was rubbing it in comfort.

She doesn't get to see him look out the car's window, deep in thought about her.

She doesn't get to see him go to sleep right away instead of spending his night playing online with his friend.

She doesn't get to know that he keeps caressing his hand up until he falls asleep.

How dare she try to steal his heart?!

A new side of you: Wedding behavior

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Oooo oh! The post you just made is so interesting! Can you do a version with how things go down in the supervillain universe? Like all the dorm heads call Yuu Prefect and Yuu freaks out internally as to how these younger version of the supervillains know their secret?

@ectopus said: ok now i wanna know more on whats happening with older Yuu with the dorm leaders from twisted wonderland

Anonymous said: Finding out your crush is also your enemy sometimes ally is amazing funny! Reporter Yuu gots their hands full with these teenagers and twenty-year-old.

Yuu the Reporter isn’t exactly happy to hear frantic banging on their apartment door late at night. Unsurprised, but not happy.

“I know I told you all I have the 6AM shift tomorrow.” They grouse loudly as they go to open it. “So I don’t care what amazing scheme it is you want to kidnap me for, it is not my pro—”

They stop short when they see what looks like younger versions of Tsunotaro, Charon, and...is that Viper-san? The aide to Kalim Al-Asim?

The trio are huddled together miserably on their doorstep, all dressed in similar school uniforms. Tsunotaro and Charon have a blazer and a hoodie held over their heads, as if that will in any way disguise them.

“This just became my problem, didn’t it.” The reporter says glumly to the three...teenagers? They look like teenagers, Great Seven they’re so lanky and baby-faced, it’s making Yuu feel old.

Teenage Charon lets out a squeak, the edges of his hair flaring hot pink under his hoodie. Teenage Tsunotaro is just staring at them, wide-eyed and mute. Teen Viper-san swallows and says “You think?” in what is probably supposed to be a sardonic manner, but the effect is kinda ruined by his voice cracking halfway through.

It says a lot about Yuu’s life that they just open the door wider and stand aside to let the teenagers shuffle in with only a weary, “Age ray or alternate selves?”

Of course, it can never just be two or three afflicted with the supervillains.

Malleus, Idia, and Jamil are in the middle of explaining how they each came to in different lairs, running into each other on their way to the only recognizable name in the lair’s databases and running away from the screaming townsfolk in Malleus and Idia’s cases, when there’s another violent pounding at the door.

The reporter has to get Jamil to put his...magic wand? thing away before they can go see who it is. Yuu’s not sure how much damage that thing can do, but they’d rather their apartment not get turned into the scene of a brawl again, please and thank you.

The teenager insists on hovering though, as though Yuu is not a grown ass adult who can open doors on their own and not shatter like glass. He promptly gets bowled over by the three other uniformed teenagers and young adult (?) that burst in the moment the handle turns.

The younger King slams the door shut behind them, tail lashing up a storm and ears nearly flat on his head, a growl still rumbling in his chest. The teenage Octo Dealer’s glasses have been snapped clean in half. Yuu still doesn’t get why younger versions of Dr. Rosehearts and Schoenheit-san are with them, but the pair of civilians look understandably shaken.

They are all covered in glitter.

The reporter recognizes that look well. “A RSA hero found you, didn’t they?”

Schoenheit-san sneezes on glitter as he scoffs, “Hero? An overgrown manchild courting indecent exposure and awful fashion sense is more like it!”

White Neige it is then.

The reporter goes to get the first aid kit and lint roller to begin patching up the high schoolers like they’ve done countless times for the minions and supervillains before them.

So Yuu’s little apartment is now filled with high schoolers. High schoolers who are having some trouble absorbing the fact that they’re in a world where four of them are highly feared supervillains, and three of them are hapless civilians. All of them seem to be united in glaring at Grim when he strolls out of the reporter’s bedroom and asks how they all got so small.

By now, Yuu’s phone has begun blowing up with messages from the Game Night group and the other minions asking where their bosses are.

The reporter texts back that they have no idea where Snake Charmer, Poison Queen, or Royal Flush are, but they do snap a picture to send in a group message of the teenage boys who are currently bickering over who gets to sit on the couch versus the floor, and whether Leona lying down on it and taking up the whole thing is “fair” to everyone else.

Uproar in the chat.

Lilia is squeeing over how small and cute Malleus is, lookit him in his little fancy school uniform!! Sebek is both joining in with this praise, and terrified about how they can turn the young master back to his old self! Silver is asleep because he has that luxury, the lucky bastard.

Ruggie is disappointed that his boss doesn’t have anything embarrassing that could potentially serve as blackmail material to get himself a pay raise. Jack wants to arm wrestle young Leona if he’s still there tomorrow and see who would win.

Floyd and Jade want to come over to pick on Azul! Yuu says no! They say they’re coming anyway!!

Ortho is coming too!! His nii-san is now younger and needs him and there’s nothing Yuu can do about it!!

Lilia heavily implies that they all can wait until tomorrow or else.

Suddenly Yuu is no longer anticipating any more house guests tonight. Yay?

Waterboy’s weirdly excited at the picture of Jamil, and Huntsman keeps rhapsodizing about Vil’s youthful beauty, but they’re both a little odd so the reporter purposely thinks nothing of it.

Just like they think nothing of Trey’s oddly monosyllabic mother-henning over the young Riddle. He’s much smaller than the other boys—he probably just set of Trey’s big brother instincts is all. And if the rest of the Heartslaybul minions have gone strangely quiet too? They’re likely just busy searching for Royal Flush. Nothing to read into here, no sir.

Yuuken tells Yuu to call if they need any extra food or blankets for their guests or anything. He’ll try to convince their boss’s boss that Yuu’s taken ill tomorrow. For a moment, all seems right with the world.

Then Azul calls for the “prefect” to come settle the couch argument.

Yuu promptly drops the cup they were about to pour lemon tea into.

They wave off Malleus and Riddle’s concern, Azul’s apologies, and Jamil’s attempts to clear up the shards up for them, saying they were just...startled at being addressed like that.

The reporter explains that, while the students’ version of Yuu might be known as a prefect back at their school, here The Prefect is the name of a...controversial vigilante. One who foils the villainous schemes of the top seven supervillains in the city, and usually takes quite the beating while doing so. The supervillains’ ire even extends to their friend and cameraman, Yuuken, who’s only suspected of being the Prefect.

Yuu likes being on good enough terms with the supervillains that they know even if they get kidnapped, they won’t get seriously hurt. If they or any of their minions were to be given reason, however flimsy, to believe the reporter was The Prefect...

Well. Yuu doesn’t like to think about what would happen then.

The high schoolers keep shooting Yuu looks that suggest they don’t buy this flimsy explanation, but they let the subject drop mercifully, turning back to serving tea and dividing up who will be sleeping where.

Another argument erupts when the reporter offers to sleep on the floor so one or two of them can share their bed. Leona and Malleus come close to almost burning the apartment down before Yuu takes a page out of Uncle Divvy’s book and breaks out the rolled up newspaper to restore order.

Later that night, after it’s all settled and the students are all fast asleep, Yuu the Reporter has a panic attack in the privacy of their bathroom.

They don’t know how much longer they can keep this up.