#oh yeah laptop files ok so we got one that is like me and the America blog fighting like ‘imagine being in the womb for 9 months just to be

[abronzeagegod]

Eldritch Tech Support 2

[For the very nice anon that asked for more of this, and then I think sent me a picture of an extremely cute cat and dog.]

More eldritch tech support stories

"Yeah so this God of the Harvest calls about not being able to get to their email right."

"Right..." you say, there's always a danger with sharing stories at work. You never know when your clients are listening and if they'll take offense at you laughing at their expense.

"Like, can't understand any of the questions I'm asking. Do they have internet? Is the computer turned on? All sorts of basic stuff. So then I'm like 'ok click on this thing', and all of sudden they go, 'oh! my email!'. Turns out they were looking at their blank screensaver the entire time."

You snort in laughter, and your coworker lets out a laugh gaffaw, and belly laugh before being cut short. All of a sudden they turned into something resembling a scarecrow, lots of hay and plaid.

"Worth it!" they say as they grab their cup of coffee and awkwardly shuffle off back to their desk.

You roll your eyes and another coworker comes in. "Hey, you busy?"

You shake your head. You've got a thing for The Beings in the Darkness Between the Stars but that's not for a couple of hours.

"I need your help. I have this war demon on the line and her accent is real hard to understand."

"I thought you spoke infernal."

"Yeah but she's got some kind of Ethicurn dialect that I can't penetrate. You speak it, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

You go to your desk and the phone is lighting up with the waiting call. You put on your headset and take a deep breath. Ethicurn always made your throat hurt and your tongue feel heavy, but what can you do?

The war demon on the line is already extremely upset with you, with your company, with the concept of technology, and possibly also the concept of tech support. You listen patiently to the problem, and understand exactly what happened.

You explain that the technology that she was sold, as per the receipt that you look up, is heat resistant, not heat proof. There's no laptop that you can make that would survive the fires of hell for any length of time. And if she opened a portal to her home near the laptop and the laptop melted, well that's what was going to happen. It looked like she turned down the extended warranty so there was nothing you could do to help.

But that's when things took a turn.

The war demon said that she was not sold a warranty or told what a warranty was. And you saw that the salesperson who initially sold the war demon the laptop was none other than your workplace nemesis, Dave.

You had to make some fairly serious promises to the demon to put her on hold so you could go talk to your boss.

Your boss' door was open and you knock on the frame before entering.

The two headed entity waved you in with one of their three arms. One head and two hands were focused entirely on their computer. The third hand and second head looked up at you from their paperwork.

"What's up?" she asks, taking off her glasses.

"So we have an Ethicurn war demon, with a melted laptop. But she didn't get the extended warranty. So being a demon when it got too close to hellfire it melted."

"Sucks for her," says the second head still looking at the computer. The first head agrees and says, "I don't see why you're coming to me."

"Well she said that Dave didn't explain the warranty or what it would do."

Both your boss' heads frown. "Damnit Dave," says the first. "I'm making a note in his file," says the second."

"And being an Ethicurn demon, and a war aspect at that, if she feels slighted she's going to kill Dave, his family, probably all of his coworkers."

"You think she'll make an exception since I want her to kill Dave too?" asks the first head. The second head shush the first before saying, "Get her a replacement, and stress the necessity for the extended warranty please. I don't care if she kills Dave, but try to keep the rest of us safe."

You nod and go back to the phone. You explain that you are over-nighting a replacement laptop that will be there tomorrow. You also offer a free set up of all the standard programs and things to make sure that the laptop is functioning to the demon's standards. They purchase an extended warranty and you're pretty sure that you're not going to be the target of an Ethicurn War of Vengeance and Petty Slights. But just to be sure you make a note on the file and ask if she wants to speak to Date Recovery to try and get someone to salvage her melted laptop.

You close the case and go back to the break room. You need some tea and honey. As you are soothing your throat after all that infernal, Carol Anne sticks her head in the room.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know that you're schedule take off to the Darkness Between the Stars is going to be ready in an hour."

You nod and give a thumbs up. Best to keep the speaking to a minimum for the time being.

"And hey, while you're out there, if I give you like $50 would you buy me some Dead Star Coffee? There's nothing better than the dark roast from a quantum space singularity where no light can escape."

You roll your eyes but nod.

That coffee does sound good.

[spookyspecterino]

You're So Cute When You're Jealous

Tangerine x GN! Reader x Platonic! Ladybug

Word Count: 2.6K

(I almost forgot how fun and rewarding it is to write short little one-shots lol)

Mild NSFW; Non-explicit sexual content, jealousy, possessiveness, language

Ladybug watches your back for an easy mission that isn't supposed to take more than 20 mins. When Tangerine shows up the plan goes out the window.

A/N: I interrupt your assassins hunting assassins/murder mystery series to give you this! Hope you enjoy, and there's more one-shots coming! <3 Also, I'm trying to get my NSFW writing skills back into shape for future fics… 👀💅 Let me know how I did!

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“Ladybug…”

“Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Mm, yeah.”

“What was the last thing I said?”

“Uhhh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

There was a good-natured laugh, easy and light over your comms piece. “You worry too much. This job is gonna be a piece of cake.”

It was, but you weren’t going to admit it. The task was straightforward—take the provided SSD card, which you had taped to the inside strap of your watch, and stick it into some yuppy senator’s laptop; wait until the files are uploaded, then take the card and get out. It was all being done at night too, so the office building was empty. Still, best not to get sloppy. Maintaining a reputation is important.

You hoped the sigh you made was loud enough for the mic to pick up.

It was.

“Oh comon’ don’t be like that.”

“Like what? Concerned over the job we’re currently on?”

“It’s ‘cause you miss your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

With a scoff, you attempted to make a rebuttal, but the best you came up with was, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Ladybug was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. “Oh! Well, excuse me.”

“Just focus.”

“I am—you focus!”

“I’m already focused!”

As the elevator dinged open you peeked your head out and looked up and down the hallways. All clear.

Ladybug practically giggled, something crinkled on his end. “Why are you acting like this is Mission Impossible?” He was currently watching you on thermal imaging from the roof of the next building over.

You held back a loud scoff. “I’m being careful.” There was a crunch followed by loud chewing. “For Christ’s sake, Ladybug—are you eating?”

“We didn’t get dinner beforehand…so, yes.”

Hoping he could see it through the camera, you exasperatedly threw your hands up into the air as you made your way to the office. Rounding a few hallway corners, it came into view.

The door was a lacquered wood with the identifying number and senator’s name displayed in fancy, hand lettered script on the frosted glass window. You attempted to go in, but it was secured with a keypad and deadbolts.

“What’s the combination for the door, Ladybug.”

“…Combination?”

Your stomach sank. “Yes…for the office door. There’s a keypad.”

“Uh—standby.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers you were running through ways of getting inside when Ladybug’s voice returned, it held more urgency than before. “Hey, yeah, listen. There’s bad news and there’s other not-so-bad news, but it’s still not very good.”

“Just tell me!”

“There’s someone coming out of the elevator—that’s the not-so-bad news.”

“You think they’re going for the senator’s office?”

“Looks like they’re making a beeline straight for it. Better move!”

You hiss, cursing between your teeth. The nearest place to hide is at the other end of the hallway and you sprint to it, trying not to make too much noise. Once behind the corner you peek out, feeling like a child trying not to get caught. “Great, what’s the bad-bad news?”

“I’ve got no idea what the combination is.” There was another crunch as he continued to eat.

You grumble under your breath. “God fucking damn it…”

“I’m looking through everything, they never gave us any combination—didn’t even mention it. I’m gonna chalk that up to an oversight on their part.” There were a few beats of silence save for the sound of Ladybug’s crunching. “Ok, here comes company, they’re coming down the hallway now.”

“What do they look like?”

“It’s a guy. Judging by his build, he’s probably in his early thirties. Struts as he walks—”

“Oh, motherfucker…”

“You sound like you’ve got a guess as to who it is.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a pretty good guess…”

Sure enough, the muscular outline of Tangerine—clad in his usual blue Italian suit, walked into view and up to the office door. The familiar gate of his walk and the slope of his shoulders sped up your heart rate.

“Who is it?”

Forgoing a reply, you positively simmered as Tangerine effortlessly entered the keycode and waltzed inside.

If you know Tangerine, which you do, he’ll shut the door behind himself—which only gives you a split second…

Ladybug’s voice was slightly obscured by the food in his mouth. “What are you doing?”

Without a second thought, you had dashed toward the door as it slowly closed. Pivoting with your shoulder, you bash into it—sending it flying open. Tangerine’s eyes are wide with surprise as you barrel into the office. There’s a flash of recognition, quickly replaced by confusion as his brows furrow and he takes a few steps back.

You’re breathless. You tell yourself it’s from sprinting and not the way he looks up close in that suit. “What are you doing here?”

He stammered a moment before he remembered how to speak. “Me? I should ask you the same thing, love.”

Ladybug chortled over comms. “Holy shit, what are the chances. Well, there goes our plan, I’ll start packing up.”

Turning your head to the side you hissed as quietly as you could. “Cut it out, the plan’s still on.”

There was a crunch. “Uh-huh, suree.”

“Just eat your dinner!”

You faced Tangerine again, who was watching closely. Somehow, his brows had pinched together even more.

He was opening his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it. “I was awarded the contract bid—this job is taken.”

The corner of his mustache raised as he took a step closer. “Oh, that was you who won? I thought I’d just nick it, honestly. Didn’t seem like a big deal.”

“What a charmer, and you’re in love with this guy?”

Ignoring Ladybug’s commentary, you stared down Tangerine, who was obviously fucking with you to get a reaction. Something he loved to do.

Well, maybe two could play at that game. “It’s a big deal to us…”

His eyes instantly narrowed. “Who’s us?”

It was just too easy.

“My partner for this job.”

“Please don’t bring me into this! He already wants to kill me!”

Tangerine stalked closer, eyes flickering over your ear. “Don’t fucking tell me…”

“Yes, don’t tell him.”

You simply nodded.

His jaw moved from side to side. “Are you fucking kidding me, love? You chose to go on a job with him?” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “You chose to do it with him and not me?”

A tired sigh came through comms.

Between Ladybug’s annoyance and Tangerine’s reaction you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. Something about Tangerine’s jealous side really softened you up. Maybe it’s the way he seamlessly goes from angry to pouting every few seconds.

“I chose Ladybug for obvious reasons…”

He marched a few steps closer. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know.”

“No, love. I really don’t.”

“Would you please mute yourself for this, I might vomit.”

Tangerine’s eyes flashed to your ear and back to stare into your eyes. “What’s that prick sayin’?”

A quiet snort broke its way out of you. Covering your mouth with a hand at the sound of Ladybug scoffing and grumbling, you tried your best not to laugh. There was a click as he disconnected himself from the comms.

Tangerine’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head as you took a deep breath and looked back up to him. “Ok, we’re alone now.”

His mustache twitched. “What did you mean by obvious reasons?”

This was probably the easiest job you’ve had in a while, in and out, wasn’t supposed to take more than 20 minutes. And now Tangerine was here and everything got all muddled. How were you supposed to do your job correctly as he stands this close, with his lips looking like that.

His tone dropped low, husky sounding. “Are you gonna answer or just stare at my mouth all day?”

Oops, you’d been caught.

Raising your eyes slowly you grinned. “This is exactly what I mean.”

Tangerine’s eyebrows raised a fraction and his frown lessened, obviously pleased. “Oh.” He paused for a beat, eyes glancing at your lips in return. “So, I have to suffer because you get a little distracted?”

“Suffer? Why would you be suffering?”

He closes the short distance between you and him, his chest brushing against yours. “You know how much I love working with you, darling.” His eye twitched slightly. “And you also know how much I hate seeing you work with others, especially that fucking—”

“—Ladybug isn’t distracting. He lets me get the job done.”

That is when everything went smoothly and his bad luck wasn’t complicating things.

Tangerine’s head leans in a little, his eyes softening—warm breath fanning out against your lips. “I can let you get the job done, too.”

“As evidenced here, I don’t think you can, Tangerine.”

The silky caress of his name on your lips makes his eyelids flutter as his brain short circuits. One of his coarse hands, thick gold rings around his fingers, raises to trace along your jaw with a feather-light touch. The understanding that he can use those same hands to go from killing, to brushing your face in such a sensitive way has you swooning.

He’s so close to kissing you now, you can feel the ghosting touch of his lips against yours as he speaks. “Maybe we would be more focused if we took care of our little distractions before the job.”

Well, that was incredibly tempting, but a sneaking suspicion told you it wouldn’t make a difference. There was a fire between you two that couldn’t easily be put out.

Sighing, with the nagging feeling that you were still on the job creeping into your mind, you were about to poke holes in his theory. “I doubt it would—”

Tangerine’s lips molded to yours, smothering everything else that followed. One hand cupped your face while the other pulled you closer by the small of your back. You weren’t getting the rest of that sentence out no matter how hard you tried, so instead of fighting, you melted into it with a sigh.

There was a breathy chuckle as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss; mustache scratching your upper lip. Tangerine’s cologne invaded your nose, flooding each of your senses until it was all just him. You swallowed it up, wishing you could wrap yourself in it forever.

He seemed to be equally affected; his strong hand skating along your back, gripping and tugging as it explored the curves of your body. Desperate to touch all of you. The other held your face to his, pressing into your soft skin with a calloused, but warm palm.

Your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck without you even realizing it, and they brought you up on your toes closer to him. Messing up his slick-backed curls, you ran fingers through them. Tugging, and scratching at the roots rewarded you with a few soft moans.

Tangerine’s mouth pulled back into a slow spreading smile under the press of your own. God, he loved this—thought about it at night before he fell asleep, dreamt of it. Dreamt of other things too, things that had him waking up harder than steel with your name gasping from his lips. Just the reminder of those mornings had him swiping his tongue along the bottom of your lip with a groan.

While tempting, the SSD card poked into the skin under your watch as a reminder. You pulled back slightly, panting from the waves of heat between you two.

Pressing light kisses to his chasing lips, you mumbled. “I need—to do—my job—Tangerine…”

At the sound of his name again, he made a low moan. His hand left your face to wrap around the base of your head, pulling you back to him. He spoke between feverish kisses as his lips attacked yours, tongue occasionally swiping at your lower lip, begging for permission. “Alright, sweetheart. Let me—show you how well—we could work together.”

Never once breaking the kiss, his hands snake up to your wrist and grab the SSD card from under your watch strap.

Murmuring against your lips, he grins. “You should find a new place to hide things, you always stash them there.”

You scoff, going to pull away with a snarky retort but he bites and sucks on your lip, holding you in place. It pulls a light gasp out of you and he hums triumphantly, taking the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, fed up with waiting for permission. It slides against yours and you return the movement twisting your tongues into a dance.

He broke the kiss and bent down lightning fast to place a strong arm under your thighs, picking you up as if you weighed nothing. Returning with a crash of his lips on yours, he walked you both over toward the desk. Your hands flew up to hold onto his face and neck, leaning into him for support. He didn’t seem to notice one bit as he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

The smooth motion was enough to leave you breathless already, but when Tangerine plopped you down to sit on the desk and pressed himself between your legs, you forgot what the concept of breathing even was.

He grumbled, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Mm, see? We’re getting the job done.”

You turned your head to see him roughly shoving the SSD into the laptop, the force he used scooted it further away, but that was all you saw as he turned your face back to look at him, thumb and forefinger holding your chin. His blue eyes looked at you with hunger.

Moving down he began to bite and suck at your neck as his fingers tilted your head up, exposing the entirety of your throat to him.

Finally free to speak, you couldn’t help yourself. Panting, your voice was breathy and halting, distracted by the sensation of his teeth on your skin. “You’re getting my job done. What happened to nicking it?”

There was an amused hum. His hands moved to your thighs, running up and down the length of them, gripping the muscle. They traced around to slide underneath your ass and he roughly scooted you closer to him, connecting his hips to yours. The feeling of his rock-hard length pressing into you stole the last of your breath away.

He pulled back from leaving bruising hickeys and bite marks on your neck to look into your eyes. “To be perfectly honest with you, love—I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about the fucking money right now. Have it.” A thumb moved up to caress your cheek. “But, promise—on the next job, you’ll work with me.”

You about rolled your eyes into the back of your skull. “Tangerine—”

A low growl ripped through him as his hips snapped forward against you and he devoured your lips. It pulled a moan out of you before you could even form a thought.

His breath was hot against your skin. “Fucking promise me.” His fingers traveled down and started working on your belt.

“Alright, I—I promise.”

Tangerine shoved his tongue into your mouth with a groan. As his hands expertly slid your pants down and thick fingers traveled past the elastic of your underwear, your mind drifted off into a blissful haze.

Working with Tangerine might actually be a fantastic idea.

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[mrsmanheim]

Vegas|Spencer Reid

BlackFemBallerina!Reader x Spencer Reid

warnings: smut with a plot, kissing, secret relationship, suckingbreasts, oral (m receiving), p in v,

Summary: after being teased by Derek, Spencer uses their Vegas case to his advantage

“JJ he’s doing it again” Spencer complained as he looked over the case files “Boys” JJ warned “Ok but come on, you’re from Vegas and you’re a virgin” Derek continued to tease

“I’m not a virgin” Spencer muttered “Oh really?” Derek leaned in “Ew no I don’t wanna hear about Spencer’s sex life” Penelope interfered from the laptop on the jet

“You won’t baby girl, because he doesn’t have one” Derek chuckled

“I do have a sex life and it’s a very good sex just because I don’t sleep with everything that breathes in my direction doesn’t mean I’m a virgin” Spencer ranted before going to the most private place on the jet, the bathroom

Spencer threw cold water on his face to calm him down and pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Hey!” Spencer said in a whisper

“Hey Spence!” The girl on the phone beamed

“Um, we have a case and it’s in Vegas” He said

“And you wanna see me” The girl sighed in a tone of disappointment

“You ok?” Spencer worried

“Yeah I’m fine” The mystery woman lied

“Odette don’t lie to me” Spencer said in a stern voice

“Well Spencer everytime we see each other you always just wanna sleep together…and not in the cute cuddly way plus we barely get to see each other” Odette complained

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I apologize that’s completely my fault” Spencer began to apologize

“And I assume when you get here you wanna have sex” She was right that’s what he wanted but Spencer did really like Odette

“No, um, if I have time let’s do something” Spencer decided

“This doesn’t mean I’m ruling out sex Spencer” Odette let out a giggle

Spencer heard someone call Odette’s name and Odette someone call Spencer’s name.

“What you doin’ in there Pretty Ricky?” Derek chuckled “Nothing” Spencer sighed, ignoring the question

“Bye, gotta go” They said in unison before hanging up

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

This case was stressful but it came night time and they could finally sleep.

Spencer decided he’d go to Odette’s house and surprise her.

“Pretty boy, where you going?” Derek stopped him “To bed” Spencer responded “You don’t even know where the hotel is yet” Derek reminded him “Uh, I’ll see you in the morning” Spencer continued to Odette’s car be borrowed

He pulled up to the girl’s house and got out his spare key to enter the house.

Odette had no idea Spencer was in the house and he planned to keep it that way, enough to scare her. He took off his shoes as he made his way to the kitchen where Odette was finishing a snack, her back turned to Spencer.

“Boo!” Spencer shouted “Ah!” Odette shrieked in fear “Spencer Reid!” She playfully pushed his shoulder “Sorry, sorry, um, so you wanna do something?” Spencer joined the laugh

“Spencer it’s 11pm there’s nothing to do right now” Odette threw away her plate “It’s Vegas, 11pm is when everything opens” The boy genius joke “Not when you’ve been up for work since 5am” Odette signed

“Wow, I had no idea being a ballerina was so hard” Spencer stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders “Yeah? Imagine being a FBI agent” Odette placed her hands over his “Two people with stressful jobs” The girl turned around to kiss Spencer

“Mhm” He tried to refrain from moaning

She moved from his neck to his lips and Spencer began to kiss back.

Spencer took his large hands used them to pick her up and give her the ability wrap her long legs around him as he carried them both to her bad.

Him, laying on the bed and her on his lap straddling him.

Spencer was quick to remove her oversized pajama shirt whilst she grinder into his hips causing him to let out a deep groan.

“You know today my coworker, Derek” He stopped talking to make sure Odette knew who he was talking about

“Mhm, I’ve heard that name before” She was too caught up in helping Spence remove her bra “He made that virgin joke again” He finished as he threw the bra across

“If only he knew” Odette’s hand ran through Spencer’s hair

Spencer chuckled before laying Odette on his back to take one of her breast in his mouth sucking and humming as he massaged the other and that alone had her back slightly arching.

“Yeah, they kinda see me as innocent” Spencer released her boob with a popping sound “I sure don’t” Odette disagreed as she gasped at the feeling of Spencer giving her other breast the same attention

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer chuckled, they were face to face again “You know what, I have a problem” The girl sat up “What? What’s wrong?” Spencer slightly worried “You’re still clothed” She began to unbutton his shirt

She didn’t stop till all of Spencer’s close were removed and on the floor except his underwear which Spencer insisted on keeping on.

“No, they’re coming off” Odette got on her knees and pulled Spencer’s boxers off, his cock immediately sprung up.

She took no time to attempt to take the whole thing into her mouth knowing she couldn’t right away, she only wanted to make that gagging sound Spencer loves.

If someone payed attention it’d be very easy for them to tell Odette was a ballerina, aside from her name, everything she did was graceful and done with care, even when she had someone’s dick down her throat.

Also when that someone was relentlessly pulling her hair, all the gagging, slurping, and sucking had Spencer on edge.

Odette could tell Spencer was close so she took that as her sign to stop.

“Seriously” Spencer let out a groan “Yes seriously” She crawled back up to the bed “Lay on your back, please” Spencer grinned a bit as Odette complied

“Ready?” Spencer looked at her for approval “Ready” She assured him.

Spencer lined up his cock and slowly pushed into Odette’s vagina causing them to both let out groans of pleasure.

“Okay, Spencer go go go” She rushed him to continue penetrating “With pleasure” Spencer continued then stopped when Odette began laughing

“What’s funny?” He asked, genuinely confused “Nothing, nothing but, “with pleasure” that was funny” She continued laughing “Oh god, no pun intended” Spencer chuckled

“Go Spence” She gently slapped his shoulder, though neither of them stopped laughing

Spencer pulled out then pushed in again repeatedly, Odette’s legs remained around his torso and her nails digging into her back.

A few more thrusts later and Spencer’s breathing was labored and Odette’s legs began to shake.

“I’m close” Spencer admitted “Mhm” Odette was too but she couldn’t find the words, within 10 seconds after saying that they both released.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping to energize for you big case tomorrow”Odette turned to face him “It should be easier for me to focus on clues and catch the unsub tomorrow rather than today” Spencer turned as well

“Why is that?” Odette asked “It’s proven that calming and regulating your nervous system helps with your focus” He began ranting “Mhm, and is your nervous system calmed and regulated” Odette asked as she moved the hair that was glued to his forehead with sweat

“It is” Spencer chuckled

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The team cheered and shoved Spencer around playfully seeing as it was his break through that solved the case and helped them catch the unsub.

“Dinner! On me Morgan” Garcia declared “Fine by me” Rossi and everyone else agreed

They walked out of the police station but Spencer stopped once he saw a poster for a ballet.

Swan Lake starring Odette Mills as Odette and Odile

Weird, he didn’t know.

“Actually guys, you wanna go see a ballet?” Spencer held up the poster “Swan Lake?! Omg, that’s just like my favorite ballet ever!” JJ beamed “Let’s go there first!” Garcia agreed

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The ballet ended and Spencer was in awe, Odette was so graceful and beautiful on the stage. He fell in love even more.

“I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed it” Hotch sighed “You can’t deny it” Garcia cheered “Did you guys the main ballerina playing the swans is also named Odette” Morgan examined the flyer

“Spencer?” Odette yelled from the stage then began to run to him “Princess!” Spencer hugged the girl

The nickname Spencer gave her when he watch The Swan Princess and found out the princess was named Odette.

“Princess?” Derek raised a brow “Guys, this is Odette, my, um, girlfriend” Spencer hesitated because he and Odette had never put labels on their relationship.

“Yup” Odette agreed “Girlfriend?!” Rossi said in shock “Aaron Hotchner, nice to meet you” “Odette Mills” She repeated to everyone, the last two people being Penelope and Derek

“Penelope Garcia nice to meet you! You were so great out there and omg you’re so pretty, Spencer she’s so pretty! Why haven’t we met you? Wait but we’re meeting you right now. Did I mention you’re pretty” Penelope ranted which Odette didn’t mind

She was literally dating Spencer Reid the king of ranting.

“Odette, nice to meet you, love your style” She hugged Penelope

“Derek Morgan nice to meet you” Derek held out his hand “Wait, the Derek Morgan” Odette slightly gasped “I think so” Derek chuckled “Spencer talks about you all the time” Odette’s arms crossed

“Really? That’s good to hear” Derek nodded “Wanna know a secret?” Odette asked “Sure” Derek agreed “He’s not a virgin” The girl smirked

“No way!” Emily finally spoke “Nope, he’s actually a god in bed” Odette wrapped her arms around Spencer’s body “You naughty boy” Derek teased “Dinner, who’s hungry” Spencer attempted to change the subject

This is horrible 😭

[loveofbots]

Can you write about Rodimus, Swerve, and Whirl sneaking on their human s/o computer because they’re curious. and they accidentally install a bunch of viruses and other stuff?

I’m in a silly mood so I shall!!

Whirl:

- Where is his human >:((

- Charges into your hab suite as if he is coming to kill you, but in reality that’s just how he says hello

- Human isn’t here?? Puter!!!!

- Ok fr whirl is the WORST person to ever have open access to your personal stuff. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact he was on your computer. That bird is opening every file, clicking on pop ups to try and go down a rabbit hole. 

- He wants to see if you’re secretly as fucked up as he is, if you are, congrats! Whirl feels terrible that you went through a similar experience to him.

You return, head pounding from the droning of Ultra Magnus and his list of highly specific rules that you promise to yourself you will never memorize. Honestly you just wanted a warm drink, your cozy pajamas, and your big bird to cuddle with. Hopefully he wasn’t feeling too chaotic today. Upon opening your bedroom door you found that wasn’t going to be the case. There was whirl, hunched over your tiny laptop that was blue screened, one golden optic staring back at you. 

“Hey, ‘puter broke.”

“Goddamnit Whirl.” 

Swerve: 

- Actually the only person on this list allowed to use your laptop, specifically for watching human shows/YouTube. 

- One day however, after watching one too many hacker shows and a couple computer tech tutorials, curiosity gets the better of swerve and he opens up the files on your laptop. 

- He types in a few commands, hoping to discover the hidden secrets of the human internet. Totally not looking for anything dirty you may have saved. All goes well at first, he does end up finding some dirt on you. Good luck keeping that a secret now btw. 

- Until he goes into your settings and completely messes up your computer. He’s freaking out, what did he just do!? Swerve is frantically trying to fix everything and just making it worse. The poor minibot starts panicking when he imagines your angry face seeing how he messed up your computer. 

Seeing Swerve crying in front of your laptop was... surprisingly not uncommon. Usually the answer was a very sad earth movie, or perhaps even ultra cute earth animals. So when you went to comfort your mech you were taken aback when he tried to push you away. 

“Swerve, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I-I messed up! I really, really messed up! I’m so sorry Y/N.” The bot burst into tears when you saw the state of your computer and gasped. Babbling about how it was his fault and an accident and he would do anything to make it up to you. Your sweet kiss shuts him up effectively. “You’re not... Mad?”

“No, we can work this out together.” Your computer was fine. 

Rodimus: 

- Him? With unrestricted internet access? That’s the set up to a bad joke. 

- Roddy got bored and like the devious totally innocent captain he is, decided to look at what you’ve been up to online. Please please imagine him laying on his stomach with his feet kicking in the air on this tiny ass laptop this is so funny to me.

- Definitely checks ALL your socials. Dating all the way back to when you were still on earth. His spark warms a bit seeing you so happy on a planet he’s been to before. Maybe makes a few embarrassing posts as you on your social media. 

- Checks your search history to see if there’s anything raunchy. Rodimus ends up on some really sketchy websites. And yeah, he does try to download a car.

- Freaks out when suddenly a thousand pop ups start clouding the screen of your laptop. OH- Oh he’s in big trouble now. 

“What are you doing?”

The prime lets out an indignant shriek as he slams your laptop shut. Your accusing tone mocking his very existence. Wide blue optics meet your eyes, and he tries to give you a smile. A very, guilty looking smile.

“NOTHING! Nothing, I mean. Just being your captain and making sure you aren’t hiding some super secret earth information or anything.” Primus, that sounded bad even by his standards. Your crossed expression was what broke him however, and with a pout handed you back your laptop. 

Needless to say he was definitely grounded from the internet the next month or so, child locks and all. 

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

When The World Crumbles: Chapter 15, A Father From Another World

The water fight had been an ok distraction. For a few minutes everyone could pretend that nothing was wrong, everything was fine. And the horrible truth that had been revealed in the Turtle Tank was simply a bad dream.

Just a few minutes to pretend that the thick black tendrils weren't coiled around their throats like a hangman's noose. Threatening to strangle them to death.

But unfortunately all the water balloons were spent, the water guns emptied and the tires of the tank were still needing patching.

The metaphorical tendrils drew tighter as the brothers were made aware of their presence once again, sitting around and waiting for the tank to be fixed.

Which brings them to their current situation, sitting in a back alley with towels draped over their shoulders while the last tire was being patched.

Donatello was holding his younger brother, Raphael and Leonardo on either side of him. Mikey was helping Donnie patch the tire while Raph was on watch duty to make sure no one would see them.

A soft hiss from Raphael came from his left.

"Fucking stop!" The red clad turtle said through gritted teeth though there was no force to his words. Leo rolled his eyes, continuing his work. Some of the stitches came undone, the bandages and Michelangelo's cast got soaked so they also had to be changed though the cast would be changed at the lair.

"I'm almost done so shut up." Leo retorted, ignoring the huff the older turtle sent him. Donatello frowned a bit, grabbing one of his older brother's hands and squeezing it tight.

"So now what?" Michelangelo asked quietly. "How are we going to get back home?"

That was a good question. The recon mission at the sawmill provided nothing but a few new injuries, not to mention a sense of dread that was supposed to die with the Super Shredder.

Because the Footclan was still at large in this dimension. The biggest threat to their lives is still here.

That means…oh god that means that the Shredder is still at large. Just thinking about that made Donatello want to throw up.

It took four years to take that monster down, to finally put an end to a centuries long feud.

He didn't want to go through that again.

He didn't want to bury any more family.

"Donnie?" Leonardo asked, nudging the purple clad turtle. Russet eyes met ocean blue ones, though now they looked so dull like the hue was being sucked out.

When Donatello made a slightly confused noise, Leonardo sighed softly. "We still have to search for possible Kraang hideouts here. But it will have to be tonight." The oldest was squinting against the bright sun. Since when is it ever this sunny in New York City?

"Yeah the damn sun is giving me a headache!" Raphael chimed in, voice strained as Leo worked.

"With the sheer amount of locations we have to search, it's actually better to start as soon as possible." The laptop was pulled out of Donatello's bag and set down on the concrete. The new screen put in just last night was cracked and it was only twenty percent charged.

With a rapid typing of the keys, a file was pulled up on the monitor, an insanely long list of locations and coordinates that made all four turtles cringe tiredly at the sight.

"Woah boy that is insane-it's still going!" Leo shouted as Donatello kept scrolling.

The slider's jaw was hanging open as he stared at the list. Over half of the locations had some kind of caption.

Destroyed. Abandoned. Seized by U.C. Seized by E.P.F etc.

"Ok we'll search them all, see if the Kraang really exist in this dimension or not." Leonardo stated, oh that would be so much fun.

Frantically running from location to location, searching for the Kraang with almost no time to even think about resting.

Again.

"Here we go again…" Michelangelo mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his non casted hand.

"There's no way we're searching all of those locations right? Because that would be straight up torture and surely unneccesary right?" Leo asked as he started fixing a reopened gash on Michelangelo's bicep.

The four older turtles leveled him an exhausted stare, making him straight up cringe.

"We need to be sure." Leo only groaned at that.

"Now you know what we were doing for the past week before we got here." Was Leonardo's response.

His younger counterpart groaned even harder.

"No wonder you guys look like fucking zombies!"

"We could help go through the list!" Raph chimed in, towering over the five turtles.

At least his shadow was blocking out the sun.

"We could what now?" Leo was swiftly ignored.

That would actually be beneficial, these turtles actually know the layout of this New York City. And while it was similar to their own version of the city, it was also vastly different in terms of layout.

And the brightness was cranked up to a hundred.

"Raph look how long this list is! This will take days!" The snapper scrolled through the list, his expression changing from confusion to growing horror. He pushed it aside, trying to keep a smile up.

"No big deal!"

To say Leo gasped would be an understatement. It sounded like all the air was pulled from his lungs with a straw. The five other turtles stared at him in concern.

He snatched the laptop, sprinting over to Donnie and Mikey.

"Anyways your help would be very much appreciated, we'll be able to cover more ground and spend less time lost." Raph smiled brightly, snaggletooth shining in the sun.

"We should split up," All eyes turned towards Leonardo, his three brothers already glaring daggers at him.

"Like that worked so well last time!" Rapahel held up Michelangelo's casted arm, lightly shaking the limb to prove his point.

"Raphael and I will go with the Mad Dogs and scout out the possible locations while you two can go back to their lair."

The red clad turtle in question leaned over his two younger brothers.

He then roughly flicked Leonardo in the forehead.

"Leo, you and Donnie are going back to the lair, Mikey and I will go scouting." The two elder brothers glared at each other.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Leonardo crossed his arms while the younger duo got out of the crossfire.

"And why's that Raph? I can understand why Donnie's been benched. He got shot with an arrow but I'm fine!"

Another flick to the forehead.

"Oh not this bullshit again! Your knee got dislocated! It hasn't been dislocated since the we were at the fucking farmhouse! You are not walking on it anymore for a fucking while."

Leonardo only huffed.

Raphael growled.

"You can be a real pain in the ass sometimes you know that?"

"The feeling's mutual."

The duo glared harder at each other, refusing to back down. You could almost smell the tension growing in the air.

After a few seconds large hands pushed the two apart.

"Easy now! Look Lee, little Raph is right."

"Little what now?"

Donatello and Michelangelo both snickered at the nickname, oh how they would abuse it later.

"You really should take it easy for a few days, let the leg heal up!"

"If you tear your stitches again I'm replacing them with staples!" Leo yelled, causing the eldest to flinch. He glanced at Donatello, who shrugged with an evil grin on his face. The purple clad turtle was no stranger to using such a threat.

"Look unless you want to damage your knee to the point of possible amputation, a few days of rest isn't going to kill you." Donatello stated, ignoring how his eldest brother flinched at the word amputation.

"Plus six turtles is already a lot!" Michelangelo added, pouring on the puppy eyes, his eldest brother's gaze softened. "Can't exactly be all that stealthy with six, let alone eight!"

Leonardo frowned, he seemed to be considering the options.

Oh Donatello would hope that he would just listen instead of being stubborn. Repeatedly damaging his knee is only hurting him. Besides, it's not like Raphael and Michelangelo would be going on their own.

"Alright Donnie and I will stay at the lair." He said quietly as all the tension in the air dissolved.

"We can discuss plans back home in the lair, let's leave now!" Donnie called out, climbing into the Turtle Tank.

Everyone else followed except for Donatello and Leonardo.

"It's only temporary Leo, besides we should probably start investigating that weird trance you were in." The leader in blue nodded, dread clear in those tired eyes.

Donatello offered his brother a hand, letting him lean against him. Together they walked to the turtle tank, time to head back to the lair.

It's only lunchtime and this day can't possibly get any worse.

Right?

"They just left?" April shouted through the cell phone. Splinter cringed at the volume, April was thankfully not in class at the moment.

"I don't know what happened! They just stormed off!" The rat had a guess as to what happened.

God he hoped he was wrong.

But those haunted looks in teary eyes, the fear, the anger, the grief.

Oh how Splinter was familiar with that look. It was hard to forget when it had also been etched onto his face for so many years.

It would glare at him from the reflection of the mirror, hazy from crying, one time shattered and dripping blood.

The same look he had after his mother…

He shook away the thought, surely that was not the case. Surely the alternate versions of his children hadn't lost someone…

He could take a guess at who that someone was and it hurt.

Alternate versions of his children…

He knew eventually it would happen, but hopefully it would be when his boys were all grown up, when they no longer needed him.

But their alternates looked so young, yet somehow twenty years older.

"You still there Splints?" April asked, snapping the rat out of his thoughts.

"Yes! Yes, I'm still here, April. I just got lost in thought." He glanced at the thin cracked hole in the far wall from Leo's katana when it apparently went nuts.

The ruined blackboard had been moved to the trash while the portal projector stood untouched, a horrible burnt smell still coming from the metal.

"I tried calling them but all I got was a text from Mikey."

"What did he say?"

"It was just a photo of Donnie looking extremely ticked off."

Splinter huffed out a tired laugh, there was hardly any amusement behind it.

"I just hope Purple didn't kill Blue while they were gone."

"Well it seems like Leo is a dead boy walking. And if anyone can hold a grudge longer than him it's Donnie."

Splinter didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing that he wouldn't have to witness the fall out.

"Hey Splints I gotta get back to class, I'll swing by at around 3:30 pm ok?"

"Of course April, I'll call you if the boys come home!"

"See you then!" April hung up, leaving the old rat alone with his thoughts.

And the photos strewn out all over the floor.

He frowned, what a mess. One by one he picked up the photos, all taken over the years of raising his boys.

He picked all the photos of Leo.

All of the photos had something in common.

In every single one, even the massively faded ones from when his baby blue was just a tiny infant, his eyes were green.

They were always green. Noticeably green, especially compared to his brothers who all had brown eyes.

The green eyes that shined against his red stripes.

So why had they flashed blue?

Splinter looked at the last photo, one repaired with a piece of tape and the dried blood cleaned off as much as possible.

The photo of his children's alternates' 18th birthday.

He stared at the photo, specifically at the blue banded turtle. The one with dark blue eyes.

Alternate baby blue…

There was rumbling coming from the garage as the Turtle Tank pulled up. Splinter put his photos back into the scrapbook and the other photo back in the kitchen.

Then he scrambled to the garage, the sight of the Turtle Tank making his shoulders sag in relief.

The first to step out of the tank was Orange, who upon seeing Splinter's face instantly cringed.

"Mikey? Is everything all right?" Said box turtle gulped, ducking his head back into the tank.

He whispered something into the tank, his body slightly trembling. He soon moved away from the tank, whining softly.

Ok so something happened out there.

Next came Blue, a miserable look on his face. His eyes were back to bright green.

"Oh hey pops." He said tiredly, voice sounding so drained.

"Blue what happened?"

"It's…oh boy how do I explain this?"

Just as he said that, the four new turtles all left the Turtle Tank. They all looked down at Splinter, eyes weary and bodies shaking.

Resisting the urge to scoop these children into a hug was beyond difficult.

The blue clad turtle stepped forward, obviously trying to put as little weight as possible onto his right leg.

"Master Splinter." He began, words clipped and all too forced. "I would like to apologize for our earlier encounter-"

"It's alright Big Blue, no hard feelings, it was a rough morning I'm sure." The older looked a tad bit stunned at the nickname but seemed relieved that he wouldn't have to continue.

"You four," Splinter gestured to the four of them, who seemed to be doing everything in their power to avoid looking at him. "Are more than welcome here until we can get you back home my sons." The four turtles flinched.

They flinched, like they saw a ghost. That same haunted look returned in full force, eyes already watering again.

Dear god what happened to these children?

"Right, well we should have some lunch and then get going!" Red chimed in as the four older turtles quickly got away from Splinter. He ignored the already faint sniffling for the moment.

Wait, get going?

"But you just came home!"

"And we have about a bajillion places to search to see if the Kraang exist here!" Splinter gasped, his heart jumping to his throat.

The Krang…here? They escaped the prison dimension?

No…god no the Shredder was almost too much but the Krang? The boys weren't ready! Even with their ninpō…

When he looked up his sons were gone, their voices echoing faintly from the kitchen.

The old rat scurried over, before stopping in front of the door. Shocked gasps echoed from beyond the metal.

"-why didn't you say anything?" One of the new turtles asked, barely contained fury clear even muffled by the door.

"Because it's not a big deal!" Baby Blue replied.

"Uh yeah it's a big deal! Leo, you said your katanas were acting up all week!" Red hissed. "You've been having nightmares all week!"

"Leon, you can't keep secrets like this from your family!" Big Blue said sternly. There were very obvious mumbles of disagreement from presumably his own brothers.

"Hypocrite."

"Excuse me?"

"Pot calling the kettle black as the saying goes."

"Way to tell on yourself Leo."

"So what?" Oh Blue you done it now. The kitchen erupted into furious yelling, all directed at the slider.

"Dude what the fuck?"

"Zip it shortstack, I got the whole katana thing under control!"

"Are they still vibrating?"

"Huh?"

"Are your katanas still vibrating?" There was a pause, a faint shing of the blades being unsheathed.

"...no…No! Of course not!" A soft buzzing sound could be heard from inside the kitchen. Splinter's eyes widened before he groaned. If he could hear it from beyond the metal door it must be extremely loud in the kitchen.

"LEO!" "LEON!" All seven voices shouted in sync.

"So it's vibrating a little. No biggie!"

"Ok that's it! You sir need to learn that every dum dum action you take has fucking consequences!" A hum followed by the familiar pulsing of Purple's ninpō made Splinter cringe. Guess he will have to clean up a body.

"This looks like a job for Dr. Delicate Touch!" Orange declared. Blue all but screamed, the kitchen door flying open as the slider scrambled out of the kitchen, Purple and Orange chasing after him, weapons drawn and ninpō flaring.

"Michelangelo gets to write my obituary!" Blue yelled as he sprinted through the lair, Orange and Purple laughing maniacally as they gave chase.

Splinter glanced into the kitchen, Red had his head buried into his hands, groaning at his younger brothers.

Two of the older turtles, Short Red and Big Orange were wheezing from laughter. The former was even banging his fists on the table.

Meanwhile the other two, Big Blue and Big Purple were bickering to each other, voices in a hushed whisper.

"I take it Baby Blue was lying through his teeth again." Splinter said with a tired sigh. The five turtles went silent, staring at him.

Red gulped, not so subtly glancing at the four older turtles with a worried expression. He leaned over to his counterpart, whispering something Splinter could not hear.

No one spoke, the room thick with tension once again. Splinter frowned at the older turtles, eyes tracing over the bandaged wounds, every scar old and new. The visible bags under exhausted eyes.

His heart ached for these children.

Eventually it was Big Orange that spoke first.

"Dudes, is it just me or does he sound like Tigerclaw?" He asked tiredly. Tigerclaw? As in the move?

"What?" Splinter squawked.

"Wait wha-oh he actually does." Big Purple replied, staring at Splinter with wide russet eyes.

"Who's Tigerclaw?" Red asked.

"A mutant tiger that was the Shredder's top henchman." Raphael said before glancing at Splinter. "Fuck I can't unhear that now."

"The Shredder had a mutant tiger as a henchman! Ok that is kind of cool!" That mental image was both insanely terrifying and one of the most badass sounding things Splinter ever heard.

"Not so cool when he helped beat me into a three month coma." Big Blue muttered far too casually, left foot tapping rapidly against the kitchen floor.

Both Red and Splinter's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.

"W-what?" Suddenly there was a crash, followed shortly by a drawn out screech from Baby Blue. Red groaned, quickly excusing himself from the kitchen to deal with them.

Leaving the rat alone with alternate versions of his sons.

The four scooted closer together, yet again avoiding Splinter's gaze.

It was obvious what the problem was.

That didn't make it hurt any less.

"I…I am no longer alive in your world am I?" He dared to ask, voice gentle with these poor children.

Four nods in perfect sync, eight eyes shining with tears.

"Oh my sons…" Splinter trailed off as he approached.

That was it, the floodgates have been opened. Big Orange hiccupped out a sob, burying his face into his hands as more bubbled up. Short Red pulled him close, rubbing his shell with his hand while he tried not to cry.

"Papa…" Big Orange choked out, shattering Splinter's heart into millions of pieces.

Big Purple whimpered, leaning against Short Raph while Big Blue had an arm protectively over his shoulders, furiously rubbing his eyes dry.

"It was two months ago, but we're doing ok." The lie was so obvious. A pitiful attempt at sparing his younger brothers some dignity. After all, they were crying in front of a stranger.

Even if that stranger was a version of their recently deceased father.

"I know how horrible it is to lose a parent when you're so young." Splinter hopped up onto the counter so he was eye level with the four. "My mother died when I was just a young boy."

He cupped two of the turtles cheeks, Short Red and Big Purple. They were the closest to him and unfortunately he only had two arms.

"Losing someone you love. It hurts, it hurts for a long time. But eventually the pain will fade. It never really goes away, it will always be there but not as much as it is now." His hands shifted to cup Big Orange and Big Blue's cheeks, though Splinter had to shift around a bit to make that possible.

"I know there's nothing I can do to bring your father back, but if I can help lessen that pain I will because you are still my sons, no matter what world you come from." Eight arms wrapped around Splinter, the chairs scooted around so he was squished between the four turtles.

All four were sobbing into Splinter's robe, shaking like leaves in a storm. He smiled sadly, somehow getting his arms free to rub their shells. He was vaguely aware of one of them whining "papa" over and over. That just broke the rat's heart.

He just let them stay like that for a long time, even though he could barely breathe with how hard he was being squished.

These poor boys need it, need their father, and if Splinter has to lose circulation in most of his body and get squished into a pancake to give them that comfort then so be it.

Although, Splinter never expected that he would become a father of ten.

An hour later, the four warm colored turtles all left.

Leo had been grounded from missions until the issue with his katanas was actually fixed, with Donnie also staying behind in his lab.

The lair was much quieter, given that three of the four problem children were gone and Leo was pouting. Well that's what you get when you lie your ass off.

Donatello had claimed the beanbag next to Leo, currently typing a mile a minute on his laptop while the slider beside him continued to make obnoxious popping sounds with his mouth.

Like he's been doing for the past half hour.

Leonardo glanced at the two, given how much Donatello's eye was twitching it was only a matter of when he would snap.

The eldest turtle quietly chuckled, leaning back into his own beanbag. He looked up at this Splinter, who was fast asleep in his armchair in front of the TV, covered in cake crumbs, having long since passed out while watching some show Leonardo didn't really care about.

So different from his father.

Short, portly, far messier, and far more relaxed if his insistence that Leonardo not call him Sensei outside of training.

Leonardo would respect his wishes but couldn't help but wonder why? He and his brothers always referred to their father by Sensei, maybe a bit more than necessary but regardless it was a sign of respect.

He was so incredibly different from Leonardo's sensei, his father, that if he wasn't a mutant rat Leonardo would assume they were different people.

That was only one of the many differences between this dimension and home that tugged at the blue clad's turtle's heartstrings.

And the similarities hurt even more, like Splinter's gentle gaze that was filled with love for sons so far from home.

Even when they would eventually go home, their Sensei, their father would not be there. Not anymore.

Leonardo sighed and sunk back into the beanbag, turning his attention to his aching right knee.

The bruise was straight up mocking him at this point.

Sure it got dislocated but the joint had been reset, there was no need to bench him over this!

He shifted a bit, wincing as the joint said no. Fuck you for even trying.

Logically it made sense that he would be left behind. He could barely walk, let alone jump from rooftop to rooftop. And the turtle glider was still broken.

Still didn't make it any less unfair.

He should be out there with them, fighting alongside his family, protecting them from danger.

He has no problem risking his own life but risking the lives of his brothers?

The thoughts were shook away, Raphael and Michelangelo were more than capable of defending themselves. Plus Mikey and Raph were with them. Leonardo had seen them fight against Meatsweats, they were exceptional ninjas with actual magic powers!

The four of them would be fine.

There was a muffled squeak from a certain red eared slider. When Leonardo looked over he had to stifle a laugh.

His younger counterpart had a pillow squished over his head on the floor, the purple clad turtle's laptop sitting on top of it while he typed as if he wasn't using Leo's head as a mini table.

"Leelee help." Said slider whined pitifully.

"You're fine." Leo wriggled in response, though he couldn't do much.

"Is this all I am to you? A table? This is so not fair!"

Leonardo couldn't help but laugh, while his brother didn't seem fazed in the slightest.

"You laugh? I've been completely dehumanized and you laugh?"

Leonardo only laughed harder, he could practically hear his counterpart pouting underneath the pillow.

Just then something metal tapped Leonardo on the shoulder. He looked up to see the culprit was one of Donnie's metal pincers in his battle shell. He was holding some kind of devices in his hands.

"Lee, Don and dum dum-"

"Hey!"

"Would you three please come to the lab? I have some tests to run." Donnie said, voice laced with both excitement and clear anxiety.

"Tests?"

"Are you gonna stick a needle in me?" Leo asked, muffled from the pillow.

"Perhaps…" Well that was reassuring. "Maybe for a blood sample." There was a pop, followed shortly by a squawk from Donatello. Leonardo looked over, the slider had retracted his head and limbs into his shell, the laptop and pillow nearly falling to the floor.

Leonardo rolled his eyes, attempting to stand up when his leg ached with protest. Oh…right.

"Are you alright-" Leonardo cut Donnie off with a wave of his hand, straightening his leg out and taking a breath.

He forced his mind to clear into nothingness. No fear, no thoughts. Only energy swirling around in the void.

Energy to be repurposed.

Exhale…

Inhale again.

Hands held up, locking into the first pose.

"Rin." He began, the energy, his energy, swirling around for him to command. "Kyo."

"Uh what are you doing?" A voice, Leo's, vaguely asked. It was pushed aside.

"Big Blue?"

"Toh. Sha."

The energy, warm and pulsating like a heartbeat flickered softly around the turtle.

"Kai. Retsu." A glowing white aura surrounded Leonardo, his hands vibrating with the power. Warm…safe…all the wounds over his body went numb for a second.

"Jin." Both hands cupped his right knee, focusing the energy into the joint. The nerves went rigid, the shock making Leonardo tremble.

"Zen" The blue clad turtle concluded. After a second the nerves relaxed, all the pain wisping away into nothingness. He opened his eyes, vision spotty and swirling from vertigo.

He rapidly blinked away the spots, ignoring the light tingling in his hands.

When his vision cleared, Leo Donnie and Master Splinter were all staring at him like he grew a second head. Donatello only shrugged, handing his older brother the cane.

"You are still using this." Leonardo rolled his eyes but took the cane regardless. It really did help, especially when the pain would come back later.

"What…dude what the fuck was that?" Leo gasped as the older blue clad turtle stood up, the cane helpful support.

Splinter was staring at him with wide eyes, a flabbergasted look on the old rat's face.

Donnie grabbed one of Leonardo's hands, carefully examining it under his blue and red goggles.

"It's called the Healing Hands." Leonardo finally said, still feeling a little woozy. He looked over at Donnie, might as well get this over with. "You said you had tests to run?" The softshell nodded, dumbfounded.

"Right! Right of course. Let's just file that away under 'magic that is far inferior to science' for now we have so many experiments to do! Come!" One of the metal pincers grabbed Leo by the ankle, dragging him across the floor as his twin walked to the lab while the slider only pouted.

However when he locked eyes with Leonardo, his expression turned to shock, green eyes wide as he was dragged off to the lab.

Right that was weird.

"Come on let's go Dee." Leonardo said softly, before noticing that his brother's eyes were wide too.

"It happened to you as well?" Splinter asked, staring at the blue clad turtle.

"What?" Donatello grabbed a small compact mirror from the bean bag, judging by the sky blue color it probably belonged to his counterpart. It was opened and held up to the older turtle's face.

The blue clad turtle's heart rate spiked when he saw what had everyone shocked.

His eyes were green.

Well ok not really bright green like Raphael or Leo, more like a dark greenish teal color.

They were still noticeably greener than they were supposed to be.

"Right before Leo left to go get you all, his eyes were…blue just like yours." Splinster said quietly.

Leonardo blinked a few times, after the fourth time the green was mostly gone leaving only a teal tint behind.

He looked up at Donatello, closing the compact mirror.

"We should get to the lab before little Dee gets impatient." His brother nodded wordlessly as they both went to the lab. They could hear Splinter saying something but to Leonardo's ears it was all muffled by the hurricane of thoughts rushing through his head.

His eyes were green! His eyes have never been green before in his life! Ever!

Green…

Leo's eyes were Blue.

They were switching eye colors? What was happening?

Leonardo sighed, maybe they would find answers in Donnie's lab.

Little did anyone know that the simple little experiment would go oh so horribly wrong.

[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

Heist- Chapter 18

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Death, intense kissing...

Flashback

"We have to wait two days before we can take action. Besides that we have the file now. We need all the information from the farm where Master is now. The security is certainly high." Jake starts.

Present

After Two days,

As I was on the laptop checking out some news, only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear and sitting with a leg perched up on a chair, I came across a newspaper article ...

MAN'S DEAD BODY FOUND IN DRAIN

As I looked into it more deeply, I found out through the source that the guy's name is Michael... Jesus! Finally! Our plan worked... I breathed out a sigh of relief...

"What got you so worked up and smiling at morning," Jake asked leaning against the door. I didn't realise I was grinning until he made me notice.

I smirked and replied playfully "Well, why don't you see it yourself?! what got me all worked up! " I said the last line mocking his voice.

He chuckled under his breath as he made his way behind me and suddenly I felt two arms at both of my sides leaning onto the table. I felt his hot breath near my bare neck. 'Damn! This guy is gonna be the death of me one day's thought as my breath hitched feeling the closeness between us. I tensed a little and coughed acting as if I am not affected by our closeness.

After some mins, I saw him smirk from the corner of my eye. "Well, now it's time. We gotta get to work." He said turning his head to look at me but soon that smirk fell realising how close we are.

We looked at each other as if nothing matters. Suddenly, it felt like I wasn't getting any oxygen. I and he were so close. My stomach suddenly starts churning with butterflies. With each breath he took, I could smell the distant scent of mint. His eyes were so blue, so warm and safe. I felt my lips moving closer to his. Closer. Our lips were a few inches away... I could feel the heat coming off him. Then, we kissed. His lips are soft, fitting perfectly with mine. I begin to feel breathless. I felt our tongues start battling with each other. Suddenly, he moved the chair towards him, so I could face him and kissed me again. Taking me by surprise, he took the opportunity to seek his tongue into my mouth as if seeking some taste of mine. I felt his warm large hands groping my thighs and drawing shapes and words. I spread my thighs as if to permit him to move into my personal space. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull his muscular body pressing against mine seeking some more warmth. I felt another hand wrapped around my backside. It felt soo perfect. So perfect.

Only when I feel my lungs crying out for air, do we separate keeping my eyes shut. I opened my eyes slowly to welcome his flushed handsome face breathing heavily for air. My eyes flicked towards his deep blue eyes. "Hi!" I said breathlessly and smiled.

"Yeahh... Good morning." He said as he smirked. For some minutes, we looked into each other as if to find something deep into our souls but that moment was short as soon we were interrupted by a phone call.

We both break away from one another as if we were caught in the act in a church. I lift my hand to feel the warmth of my cheek. I saw him moving away from me to answer his phone.

(A/n (Author's note) : Damn fucking phone... Right!)

"Oh Hey! James... Yeah... Yeah... I know I just saw it. MC showed me... Mm... Yeah... We have to work on our plan immediately though cause he is so in gonna know... What! How?... Ok! Where are you?... Mm... We will be there in a min. Yeah...Bye."

He said as he ended the call grinning from ear to ear.

"Umm... What happened? Now, what got You all worked up, huh?" I asked him smirking a little.

"Well, guess luck is on our side huh." He said as he looked up at me.

"What do you mean, Jake? Stop talking in circles" I whined and pouted playfully showing as if I was a little mad.

"Well, We found him," He said smirking at my behaviour and walking towards me.

I furrowed my eyebrows looked up at him in his eyes from my sitting position and asked "Him? Who?"

"Kyle" He said...

"WHAT!" I exclaimed as I got up from the chair.

"REALLY?" I asked as if I couldn't belive my ears.

"But How did he find him? Where is he?..." I asked questions after questions without realising until...

"Relax... Relax...! Well, I didn't find him. James did. And about how, well, actually he also didn't manage to find him too...Kyle found and contacted James and about why he suddenly contacted us, we will get to know when we get there to him." He said as he shrugged.

"But, how did he manage to find us? And how did he know about James? Wow! I am confused" I said exclaiming in shock.

"Well, I also don't know that's why we are going to meet him," He said.

"And where we are gonna find him?" I asked looking confused.

"Well... It's far but it's an abandoned factory near Berlin." He said he started packing our bags and continued "and as far as we know, it's an abandoned chemical factory... James sent the location of the factory to my laptop. " He said signalling his head towards his laptop looking at me.

I turned around to see that it was an abandoned chemical factory located in the Berlin suburb of Radersdorf.

"Change quickly MC... We gotta go." Jake said from behind me searching for something.

After some minutes, later, getting out of the bathroom, I saw Jake waiting for me with keys in his hand leaning against the door frame. When he noticed my presence, he asked "Let's go... Should we?"

I nodded taking my packed bag and making myself ready for the adventurous journey ahead of us.

@inertflouride it's ur turn...

[just-my-type-x]

I want a imagines about Brad's parents influencing them to come out to each other.

can you make the reader know and meet anne and nat first than brad and about her being shy, never having a boyfriend and loving to read? Thank you

Nice To Meet Ya

Ok so i tried to put these 2 together somehow, i hope it's ok ♥️

Pic from Pinterest

Three months earlier

"Ok, so, here we go. These are the top three houses that you liked two weeks back when you visited them at the open house.", i turn the laptop around for Nat and Anne to see. I scroll down to make sure they also see some written information about each house and when they both nod, i take my laptop back. " this one's in a more quiet area, it's a residential area, anything you might want is close to the house.", i give them a smile while presenting the aspects again. They smile at each other and nod back, so i continue. "It's also close to the beach, nice sound of waves at night. My friend lives close by, she loves the seagulls in the morning", i show them a picture on my laptop with the view from my friend's house, who kindly agreed to let me use this picture on the website.

"Do you think he'll like it?", Anne asks Nat and i narrow my eyes at them.

"Well, definitely. It's very specious and has a lot of nature around. It's what he's been looking for.", Nat answers convinced to make a deal for the house.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but who's this house for?", i shake my head. "Isn't it for a whole family?"

"Oh, no, it's for my son, Brad. Nat's his sister. He asked us to look for a place, since he's been very busy lately. You see, he travels a lot with work and yeah.. But we found you as our real estate agent and you found the best choices of houses.", Anne says and i lean back on my office chair. I smile and intertwine my fingers.

"And are you sure he'll like this house in particular? Because if he doesn't and the paperwork is already done, it's gonna take a while to get another house."

"He's actually on his way here. Would arrive in ten, fifteen minutes maximum.", Nat says and i nod. I get up, printing some files that the man would eventually complete with his information and i speed up the process like this, certain that he's going to buy the place.

"Don't mind me looking at you every once in a while. You're very young and beautiful. I bet your love life is very busy.", Anne says and i chuckle.

"It's ok, don't worry. But, it's not that busy actually", i frown, looking at the files, trying not to look upset about the subject

"oh?"

"Mom, it's none of our business. What got into you?", Nat tries to save me, but i give her a sign that it's ok.

"Don't worry, we've seen each other so often these past weeks i feel like I've known you for a few years now.", i laugh and stack the papers back on my desk. I go next to the counter to the other side of the room and pour three coffees for us. "It's just, I've always put school first. And then high-school was very important to me because i wanted to get a scholarship for college, then college came and then work. I've had some flings but that's about it. Nothing serious. Boys in books are better", i hand them their coffees, half laughing at my last statement, but it amused them, so i felt better.

I sit on my chair and zone out a little bit, taking in the story of my life. I find it boring talking about it, but i know it's not. I just chose whatever i knew was good to me. I also knew that Anne and Nat don't judge me, by the way Nat nodded.

"I put everything else to get my career first", Nat gives me a reassuring smile and i take a sip of my coffee.

"I'm sorry I'm late, the traffic is insane at this hour and don't understand why, it's Sunday tho"

A man comes in the office in a hurry, forgetting to knock on the door first or even greet. He hurries to hug the two women sitting in front of me and i watch amused the whole scene. At least it looks like he really wanted to be on time.

"Hi, there", he stops in his tracks to greet me, a wide smile appearing on his face. "I'm Brad Simpson and I'm sorry you wasted your time for me", he chuckles and i do too, shaking the hand he extended for me.

"I'm y/f/n y/l/n and I'm, apparently, your real estate agent.", i give him a wide smile as well and blush. "No worries, you didn't waste anything. I didn't have plans anyways other than giving you a place to live in.", i joke and all three of them laugh. I get up and try to find a chair to give to him. When i do, he comes to help me with it and i appreciate the gesture.

A few moments later, i show him the three places his mom and sister found for him, but i presented to him more of the Cornwall house. He looks like the type of guy to love himself some nature around him.

"This looks amazing. I don't even think i like tye other two anymore.", he takes a longer look throughout the specifications under the pictures of the house. "It has almost everything i need"

"Almost?", i ask, even tho it was supposed to stay in my head. My eyes get wider when i realise all of them looked at me. "i mean, can i change anything? Is it something about the interior or?", i try to make myself not look uncomfortable.

"oh no, no, everything is great, it's just other things that i lack of", he frowns and i try to ignore what he said.

"oh, same as y/n", Anne blurts out and i choke on my coffee, Nat trying to hide her laughing.

"That was rude, mom", she says laughing

"I'm sorry, i was just trying to make a point.", Anne acts like she didn't do anything and i blush when i realise what she tried to do.

Brad looks at us confused, but i wave a hand at him to brush it off.

"All set? It's a deal?", i ask him and he nods, looking at the women next to him and then at me.

"Yeah, it's a deal", we shake hands to seal the deal and i hand him the paperwork.

Present day

I walk around my bedroom, looking in the mirror from time to time to make sure i look good enough and presentable. I get to go to dinner with Brad's family and I'm more than excited. These past months we've kept in touch and met a lot when i had free time. I was also invited at Brad's party in his new home, which made things even better between us. I never thought I would get friends through selling houses, but apparently it's possible. My phone beeps and i go grab it off the bed. I smile.

"It's been ages since we've seen each other. I hope you're in for a drink tonight", Brad texts and i roll my eyes playfully.

"With you, always. Can't wait to get you drunk", i text him back and throw the phone back on the bed. I walk in front of the mirror again to see my cheeks very pink. I take a deep breath. If only i weren't that shy, maybe i could've told him that face to face. I check the time and it's 6.23 PM, time for me to get going if i want to be at the bar until 7. I hop in my car seconds later, checking my make up twice before leaving. What am i doing?

I spot Anne, Nat and Derek sitting at a corner table, so i hurry in their direction. I lean froward to hug all of them and take the seat right next to Nat. She gives me a few compliments and i give her a few too, complimenting her parents as well. I look around, trying to find Brad, but it looks like he's not arrived yet. I tap the screen of my phone to see what time it is. It's close to 7, so technically he's not late.

"Don't worry, he should arrive soon.", Derek says and i frown at him. I blush when i realise what he's talking about.

"Oh, I've heard that a few months ago. I gave him a house an hour later. What an unpredictable son you have.", we laugh and i take a sip of the water that was already ordered for me when i arrived. "Anne said 10-15 minutes, we almost went out to eat dinner.", we laugh again and reminisce a few more minutes about that day.

"You would make a good pair, you know?", Anne says and i look down on the table, playing with my fingers.

"What makes you say that?", i clear my throat and look at her, nervous.

"Well, first of all, you were strangers when you met, yet you acted like you've known each other for years.", i smile when i realise that's how i felt talking amd joking around with them while waiting for Brad that day. "And come on, he's been in love with that house ever since. I don't think he loves it just because it has a sea view.", she laughs and the other two chuckle as well. I look down, shyly. "Plus, you also look like he's put a spell on you. Your whole mood changes when you see him."

"See who? Sorry I'm late, again. I think it's something that happens only when i have to meet up with y/n", Brad jokes and hugs his family and then he hugs and kisses my cheek while hugging me in a greeting way. He sits next to me on the couch and gives a sign to the waiter to come give us some menus.

We talk a lot, we drink and we eat a few specialties, laughing and telling stories. I look at Brad while he tells us a few stories from tour, laughing until my stomach hurts, Nat wiping a few tears because of how hard she laughed. I take a sip from my cocktail and remember what Anne said earlier. I kept repeating in my head that he's not actually interested in me, he's just sweet because he was raised that way. Thank you, Anne and Derek for making your boy irresistible. Brad catches my eye and turns his head to me to continue his story, but stops in his tracks, looking deep in my eyes, mouth still open from talking about the tour.

"I'm sorry, i forgot what i wanted to say.", he says, not moving his stare away from me. I smile and blush, finding comfort in my cocktail.

"Let me look away, does that help?", i laugh and put a hand between us, trying to block his view, and i look away.

"Not really", he laughs and takes a sip of his beer. "I'll be right back.", Brad excuses himself and gets up from the table. I follow him with my eyes until i can't see him anymore and i meet Anne's eyes on me.

"What?", i ask amused. Amused also, she takes a sip from her gin tonic.

"Nothing. I'm just waiting for one of you to make a move first."

I lean back on the sofa.

"C'mon, it's so obvious you two like each other. Nonetheless, you're so smart and you're also shy and i bet these things made Brad so fond of you. You're funny too, gorgeous is a weak word to describe your beauty and so on.", Nat tries to wrap my mind around it and i look hopeless at Derek.

"I would love for you two to at least try and get somewhere. You never know. Experience with boys isn't always important. And trust me, you don't need experience to get along with Brad.", he advices me and i sigh.

"It's not that i don't want to try to make a move, I'm just scared things will go downhill and i don't want to lose you all because i make a mistake.", i run my index finger over the edge of the glass.

"It's not a mistake. And you won't lose us because we're friends already and we've been really close the past months.", Nat squeezes my hand in hers and i drop my head on her shoulder. I exhale when i see Brad coming back and i murmur a fine.

A few hours go by and we finally choose to go home, not that we want, but because the bar closes. I try to look for the car keys and when i take them out, a voice comes from behind me.

"i hope you're not considering driving home after you drank.", Brad shows up behind me, with half a smile on his face. He's really tired. I look at the time, 2.13 am. It's definitely late.

"Well, it's not like I'm dizzy or drunk. Three cocktails don't throw me under the bus.", i frown at the joke, terrible moment for it.

"Oh yeah, i remember you actually wanted to take me for a drinking contest?", he scratches the back of his head.

"Shut up. Not with your parents around. They'll change their perspective on me.", i laugh and look down at my Converse. Converse with a dress always match heavenly. "Let me call an uber", i unlock my phone, but Brad grabs it from my hands.

"Certainly not, I'm going to drive you home and tomorrow we'll come pick up your car."

"I'm sorry, didn't you drink too?", i ask confused

"non-alcoholic beer, yeah.", he smirks and i roll my eyes.

"you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe.", Brad winks at me and i bite my lip to hold back my wide smile. I agree to leave with him so he would drop me off in front of my house. The ride there is super nice, we keep talking about ourselves and what we like, we get to know each other a lot better. For a second i really agree on what his family kept telling me. I shake my head. "Here we are.", he stops the car and i pout.

"Couldn't i live further?", i joke and he chuckles

"We can take a trip to Cornwall.", Brad jokes and i laugh.

"I would've said yes if i weren't supposed to have an open house event tomorrow morning.", we both get out of the car and he walks me to my front door. "It was amazing tonight"

"We should do it again.", he smiles at me and takes my hands in his. "Just us this time", i smirk

"Really?", i bite my lip and look down. He raises my head by the chin and we look into each other's eyes. With no warning, he leans towards me and pecks my lips with his. I barely feel them so i lean forward as well, so i could glue them with his properly. Brad puts his hands on both sides of my neck and deepens the kiss, which i gladly allow him. I stop, taking a step back. "Brad, you're gonna have to be very patient with me.", i blush feeling embarrassed, even tho i know i have no reason to feel that way.

"I know and i love the idea", he kisses me back and i throw my hands around his neck. "How about a date tomorrow night? Pick you up at 7?",he kisses my hand and takes a step back.

"Sounds amazing", i give him a smile and he starts walking away from me, to his car.

"See you then"

"Drive safe", i wave at him and he waves at me, taking off a few seconds later.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

FreFo/FuFo Heist Planning: Volume #1.

Your SISTER!? She’s been kidnapped as a test rat!?

Yeah...So, as you can imagine, I’m scared witless.

Hm...Yep, I just found her.

What do you mean?

I looked through our copies of those case files, and sure enough, I found someone else named Naegi. Komala, right?

Komaru.

Yeah, that’s what I meant.

What’s the situation with her?

Ok, well...how do I put this...There’s good news and bad news, but the good news and bad news are the same thing?

That...makes NO sense.

Yeah, English or Japanese please?

Ok, well, the GOOD news is that this copy has the date she was detained, and the planned date of the sale. Seems that she was only taken in recently, and the date for the sale hasn’t happened yet, which means right now, she’ll still be in Fang Inc. custody.

So she won’t be very hard to find.

Oh thank god!

What’s the bad news?

The bad news...is that the planned sale date is...well tomorrow.

TOMORROW!?

So we’ve only got 24 hours or so to rescue her!?

Not really. You could save her from whoever ends up buying her. There’s no need to rush.

Hunter, don’t be insensitive! Can’t you see they’re panicking!?

S-Sorry...

But these...let’s call them “auctions” aren’t typically the easiest heists to pull off. They’re tough enough for us, let alone for newbies like you.

Yeah, it’s embarrassing to admit, but...we rarely ever get a chance to stop these actions. The security in the places Feng chooses are locked up tighter than Byakuya’s butt.

HAH! I said that too!

Lol!

Egads...

But seriously, the only reason we keep all those names and faces on file is because after we’re done dealing with Emilia, we go after them...But by that point...

Well, that’s why we came to you guys.

Maya. I hope the offer for collusion between our two groups is still on the table. No matter what, we need to save Komaru, and we could really use your help.

What kind of question is that? Of COURSE we’ll help you.

Yeah. Like we said, this isn’t gonna be easy, especially cause we have such a short time period to plan, but we can’t in our good judgement abandon you, OR your sister.

Plus....Now that there’s 12 of us instead of the usual 6, we MIGHT be able to pull it off.

And Makoto? About what I said about helping us? Don’t worry about that.

This doesn’t have to be in the long run. We can save your sister and go our separate ways if you still want to keep running from Organization Z.

Aright...But we’ll talk about that later. But thank you...You have no idea how grateful I am for this...!

Ok, then let’s start planning. What do you think would be the best course of action.

Well, first, we need to find out WHERE this auction is being held. Oliver has access to Fang Inc’s network, so they can locate it within say...1 or 2 hours?

Yeah, leave that to me. Everyone else just start brainstorming a potential plan in the meantime.

Let’s do so over some coffee then.

Oh thank goodness. I was already looking forward to tasting your coffee again. And it’s only been a few hours.

Hehe.

GOT IT! Goooot iiiit!

Nice!

*As everyone else starts talking over coffee and drinks, Oliver suddenly exclaims their success. Everyone gathers around his laptop.

Alright, so here’s the deal. Kouji, get me the projector.

On it!

*Kouji plugs Oliver’s laptop into a projector, which shows the screen on the wall.

What’s this place? A Fang Inc. facility?

Sort of. It’s the mansion belonging to one of their high ranking officials. A guy named Kazue Tamashiro. They’re holding the auction in his foyer, and obviously, it’s being kept secret from the public.

The only people who attend the auctions are rich dicks who want servants and mad scientists who want test subjects.

But where do they get so many people to just...sell like that?

Remember what we told you about how Emilia Feng starts wars and then ends them to make herself appear the hero? Thereby reaping the profits?

This is partially how she does it. She attacks rural neighborhoods all across the continent, and kidnap young, capable men and women to sell to other houses.

Other than that, a lot of the people here are homeless already...She just sees them as expendable.

She’s so gross.

What I wanna know then is how the heck KOMARU got caught up into this! She’s not homeless.

You’re right, something doesn’t seem right about it...

Well, we can ask her that when we save her. So what’s security look like.

There are several guards equipped with Fang Inc’s hi-tech weaponry. As we said before, these are very important to Feng, so she doesn’t want anyone in. Aside from that, there’s also lots of hi-tech security measures; kinda mind boggling stuff.

Let me guess. There’s things like sawblades, ceiling turrets and walls that close in on themselves?

Uhh...

Y-Yeah...how’d you know?

Been there done that. One of Zetsubou’s grunts, Yukari Koime, had a mansion of her own, and it was the same story there.

Any chance that Feng will attend the auction personally?

PPFT! You’re having a laugh! She rarely ever shows her face to anyone, be it in public, or these kinds of events. In fact, 90% of the population of America have no idea what she looks like.

Yikes. That’s impressive to remain so incognito despite being in such a mighty position.

I don’t especially care how hi-tech the weapons they have are. It’s nothing that we can’t handle.

Exactly. So the simple plan is this.

We’ll split into groups. One group will be responsible for deactivating the weaponry and security features.

I’ll lead that group of course, and...I think it would be appropriate for one other person to come with me.

I will. I’m no hacker, but I have a unique understanding of programming myself, so I may be able to help.

Sounds good.

Groups 2 and 3 will have the task of going around different parts of the mansion, and taking out the soldiers with the hi-tech weapons. And it’s important that we do this AS the auction starts.

Why’s that?

Because it’s important to the plan, right? We need to make sure we do it then, or the rest of the plan falls flat?

Precisely, but we’ll get to that. Who’s up for the task in this case?

You don’t even need to ask. I’ll lead one group.

Then I’ll go with Kuripa.

Hm...I’d like to pair up but...I’m not the best fighter. Sure, I can wield a baton, but...

Then...how about we have one group of four? You and I can go with Kuripa and Leona?

Yeah, I guess I’m ok with teaming up with Reaper. At least I know he can do all the heavy lifting.

I know I’ve bent over backwards for your comfort the entire time we’ve been in the country, but I’m not your lapdog.

Eh, whatever, I guess I can keep an eye out for you guys. But you’d all better pull your weight.

No need to worry. I’ll have medical equipment on hand at all times. Just leave it to me if you get hurt.

I’ll also join the fight. I’ll go fight the soldiers in other parts of the mansion so we don’t leave you to deal with them all.

Then I’ll go with Hunter! I can throw a mean punch too!

That so? Well, looking forward to working with ya.

Same!

Alright, that means we have 2 groups of 2 left. 

What do you need us to do?

Well, when the soldiers are all taken out, Byakuya and I will be able to see so on the security feed. So when groups 2 and 3 are done, it’ll be up to group 4 to rescue Makoto’s sister, and hopefully the other captured people there.

Look at the diagram of the mansion. See how there’s a skylight above the hall where the auction’s taking place? Whoever’s part of that group will be waiting in above that skylight, and when given the signal, will crash down and ruin the party. Then they’ll rescue Komaru, and hopefully any other captive people.

With all the soldiers around the mansion being taken out already by this point, the only people they’d have to deal with are those IN the hall already.

In any case, I already know full well this is going into a power move, so I’m in!

I am too. Whatever we have to do, I need to get to my sister.

Cool, so group 4 will be Makoto and Maya.

Think you can handle that?

Definitely. I may not look it, but I was actually trained by the Ultimate Soldier. I have more danger handling than it seems.

Humble bragging boss? Really?

Shush! You know that’s not what I meant.

That just leaves myself and Four. What do we do?

You and I have a bit of a different task. We’re going to this auction to rescue people, not to pick fights, but with that being said...It would still be beneficial to us in the long run if we captured Tamashiro.

You and I will limit his escape routes in advance, and corner him. Then you can leave the interrogation to me. Sound good?

Yes, that’s fine. However, don’t be afraid to ask for interrogation help should you need it.

Thanks. I’ll hold you to that.

Alright, in that case...We have simply one more question...How are we to infiltrate the mansion?

We’ll do so from different points. Mansions like this typically have entrances underneath. Secret passages and the like. See, there’s one here. It leads into one of the bedrooms, so one of our combat teams should take it.

Alright, Hunter and I will. Kuripa’s got a bigger group, so he’d need something a bit more impactful.

Right, that’s what I was thinking too. Kuripa, how would you feel about busting through a window?

It would be my pleasure.

Good. Because a large culmination of guards are typically posted around this hallway. Mainly because it’s where a lot of Tamashiro’s more expensive antiques are. You, Leona, Hiro and Kouji can get through that window with a zipline.

*GASP!* We actually get to use the zipline!?

You have a ZIPLINE! Fuck yeah! This heist rocks already!

Hoh boy...

Suck it up Hiro! Do you wanna rescue Komaru or not?

Don’t worry. I have stomach pills too if it helps.

Thanks. Man, you’re prepared for everything huh?

Oh, how easy life would be for us if that were true...

The last entry point is the vent system, and by process of elimination, that’s where group 5 will enter.

Don’t worry. I crawled through a vent system in our most recent job, and I know how it works. 

No worries. I do as well.

Heh. You’re impressive Kyoko. It seems you know almost anything.

I just have far too much experience under my belt.

Anyway, ideally, Group 4 and 5 should infiltrate the mansion the same way, since the vent system entrance is right next to the skylight.

We’ve got grappling hooks and stuff too as part of our equipment, so take whatever you need to get up there.

And lastly...well, let’s look at it this way. Byakuya, you thankfully look enough like a member of high-society that if you and I butter ourselves up, we could probably just walk through the front door. We’d just need to forge invitations.

You know, it really is sinking in now that we’re actually doing a heist...Ho boy.

Don’t worry. Alright everyone! Let’s do this! Those people aren’t gonna save themselves!

*Everyone puts their hands in and cheers.

[anotherprojectsekai-nah]

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The Evidences and a Dark Truth - DARK STEAL (Main Story) Part 7

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When all clues have been gathered, all information obtained, what would be left is the conclusion. The conclusion of a dark truth that shall bring light.

Previous Part - Next Part

(Hotel Room)

Kuro: "Ok, Aqua, can you tell us what you found about information on the cases?"

Aqua: "Sure."

Aqua: "The first information was from a student who I asked to be guided to the bathroom. I didn't use it, I only use it for us both to not be heard or caught."

Aqua: "Apparently, the student who schooled there before they died was named Kiritaka Nagare. He was a classmate in the same class with another student named Nomozu."

Kuro: "Nomozu?"

Aqua: "Yeah, and by what they said about Kiritaka's passing, they said that the reason he died was by ongoing depression, but when they said about it, there was also the bullying."

Aqua: "They bet on it's cause on a different reason."

Kuro: "Which the manipulated murder comes in. Someone may had try to cover up the case to make it look like it was for a different reason."

Aqua: "Seems so, but on the 2nd information, I found something interesting."

Kuro: "Hm? Interesting?"

Aqua: "Yes, it came from another student who's parent was a marriage counselor. They heard from them that a couple, Mari Nagare and Taiichiro Nagare, have apparently broke up and divorced after their son's death."

Aqua: "I'm not quite sure if it's true, but there's that."

Kuro: "So a divorced couple, both have Nagare as their surnames."

Kuro: "...Swank, did you perhaps brought my laptop?"

Aqua: "...Huh?"

Swank: "Yeah, I brought it."

Kuro: "With a charger?"

Swank: "...No?"

Kuro: Sighs "This will do, after this, I will charge it once were back home."

Kuro: "I just need to try and search up the names."

Type, type, type, type

Aqua: "Oh, and while at it, I got the rest from the principal office."

Kuro: "Oh, that's great- excuse me what?"

Aqua: "Yeah... I took some pics of the student files while the principal was away from his office. Want me to send it to you, or print it?"

Kuro: "...Atleast you didn't steal them. Did you return them where they belong?"

Aqua: "Don't worry, I got that covered aswell."

Kuro: Sighs in relief "Well, atleast send them to my user, if you have an account. We can print them at a local library when we wake up."

Aqua: "Ok then, but do you want me to tell you the names?"

Kuro: "Just do it. I don't want to wait until we print out the photos you taken."

Aqua: "...Right, what about searching for one of the missing student's social media?"

Kuro: "..."

Kuro: "Fine, but that would be all of them for now."

(Several typing later)

Kuro: "Well, the other didn't have a social medias for now. But I found Shikimi's."

Kuro: "Their last post was before their disappearance."

Swank: "Well, that's strange."

Kuro: "It would, but that's usually standard for people who have lives in real life, having to prioritize more on that than of social media."

Kuro: "Besides, I'm going to check on any possible medias they posted now. Hopefully it would be good."

Aqua: "So, with the posts she posted, what do you think your seeing on there?"

Aqua: "...Kuro?"

Swank: "Hey, what's wrong? Did you see something-"

Swank: "...The hell?!"

Aqua: "What's that your all silent about?"

Aqua: "It couldn't be that bad."

Aqua: "?!"

...

Kuro: "...You got to be kidding me."

Kuro: "Swank, Aqua, your not the only one seeing these, right?"

Aqua: "Y-Yeah, these are!..."

Swank: "Why the hell are there these guys beating up that guy!?"

Kuro: "This girl posted this and no one reported about it."

Aqua: "And there's even more of these!"

Kuro: "..."

Kuro: "Everyone."

Kuro: "I believe were dealing with something much larger than I thought on this case."

Swank: "And that would be?"

Kuro: "That who ever done this is targetting teens who were excused for these crimes. But who exactly is causing these..."

Kuro: "And how does the manipulated murder and divorce between the couple have to connect with the two missing students?"

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Apparently I have to post things to get clout this is so sad

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🔐 Why You (Probably) Don't Need A VPN

A rant by a software engineer sick of VPN ads from her favourite YouTubers

TL;DR:

Here are some legitimate reasons the average internet user might want to use a VPN:

To connect to their company's internal network

To bypass the Great Firewall of China (or other types of website blocks at country or organisation level)

To watch Netflix etc as if you were in another country

Here are absolutely rubbish reasons to use a VPN:

Privacy

And today, I'll tell you why.

Hang on, won't a VPN stop hackers from stealing my passwords?

I mean, it does encrypt the web traffic coming from your device.

You know what else encrypts web traffic coming from your device? Your browser.

Yes, in the year 2021, pretty much all websites on the internet are accessed over HTTPS. The "S" stands for "secure", as in "your request will be securely encrypted". If your browser is using HTTPS, nobody can capture the data you're sending over the internet. More detail in the "I like too much detail" section at the bottom of this post.

It's very easy to check if you are using HTTPS by looking at your URL bar. In most browsers, it will have a lock on it if secure:

(From top left to bottom right: Chrome on iOS, Safari on iOS, Chrome on Windows, Edge on Windows, Firefox on Windows, and Safari on Mac. Screenshots reflect the UI at the time this post was written. Oh gosh this has taken over 4 hours to write.)

But isn't moar encryption better? What if somebody breaks HTTPS?

For starters, nobody's breaking your HTTPS, and there isn't any benefit from double encrypting. This is because of the maths behind encryption/decryption!

Encryption works kinda like a lock and key, except the lock is maths and the key is a special number only known to the person allowed to unlock the information.

The important thing is, without the key, all the locked data looks like complete and utter garbage. Completely unusable. Barely distinguishable from random noise. There's absolutely no way to tell what the original data was.

The other important thing is that the key is nearly unguessable. As in, with current technology, will generally take more than the lifetime of the universe to guess by chance. And when technology gets faster, we just make the numbers bigger again until they're once again secure.

For any major website you use, they will use a strong encryption algorithm (ie lock) with big numbers so your keys will be strong enough to withstand an attack. This means your data is safe as long as that lock icon is in your URL bar.

A VPN will not make the existing garble any more garbled. The extra $10/month or whatever you're paying for does not buy you any extra protection.

If you want to know more about how encryption and HTTPS in particular work, see the "I like too much detail" section at the end of this post.

Something something viruses

How's a VPN going to stop viruses? It controls the path your internet traffic takes, not the content that gets sent down that path. I guess it could block some known virus-giving hosts? But if it's known to the VPN provider, it's probably also known to the built-in antivirus on your computer who can block it for you.

(Oh yeah, 3rd party antivirus is another thing that's not worth paying for these days. Microsoft's built-in Windows Defender is as good as the third party options, and something something Macs don't get viruses easily because of how they're architected.)

Honestly though, keep your software up to date, don't click on anything suspicious, don't open files from sources you don't trust, and you'll be right most of the time.

And keep your software up to date. Then update your software. Hey, did I mention keeping your stuff updated? Update! Now! It only takes a few minutes. Please update to the latest version of your software I'm begging you. It's the number 1 way to protect yourself from viruses and other malware. Most major software attacks could have been prevented if people just updated their damn software!

But my ISP is spying on me!

Ok, it is true that there are TWO bits of data that HTTPS can't and won't hide. Those are:

The source of a request (your IP)

What website that request is going to (the website's IP)

These are the bits of information that routers use to know where to send your data, so of course they can't be hidden as the data is moving across the internet. And people can see that information very easily if they want to.

Note: this will show which website you're going to, but not which page you're looking at, and not the content of that page. So it will show that you were on Tumblr, but will not show anyone that you're still reading SuperWhoLock content in 2021.

It's this source/destination information that VPNs hide, which is why they can be used to bypass website blocks and region locks.

By using a VPN, those sniffing traffic on your side of the VPN will just show you connecting to the VPN, not the actual website you want. That means you can read AO3 at work/school without your boss/teachers knowing (unless they look over your shoulder of course).

As for those sniffing on the websites end, including the website itself, they will see the VPN as the source of the connection, not you. So if you're in the US and using a VPN node in the UK, Netflix will see you as being in the UK and show you their British library rather than the American one.

If this is what you're using a VPN for and you think the price is fair, then by all means keep doing it! This is 100% what VPNs are good for.

HOWEVER, and this is a big "however", if it's your ISP you're trying to hide your internet traffic from, then you will want to think twice before using a VPN.

Let me put it this way. Without a VPN, your ISP knows every website you connect to and when. With a VPN, do you know who has that exact same information? The VPN provider. Sure, many claim to not keep logs, but do you really trust the people asking for you to send them all your data for a fee to not just turn around and sell your data on for a profit, or worse?

In effect, you're trading one snooper for another. One snooper is heavily regulated, in many jurisdictions must obey net neutrality, and is already getting a big fee from you regardless of where you browse. The other isn't. Again, it's all a matter of who you trust more.

For me personally, I trust my ISP more than a random VPN provider, if for no other reason than my ISP is an old enough company with enough inertia and incompetence that I don't think they could organise to sell my data even if they wanted to. And with the amount of money I'm paying them per month, they've only got everything to lose if they broke consumer trust by on-selling that data. So yeah, I trust my ISP more with my privacy than the random VPN company.

But my VPN comes with a password manager!

Password managers are great. I 100% recommend you use a password manager. If there's one thing you could do right now to improve your security (other than updating your software, speaking of, have you updated yet?), it's getting and using a password manager.

Password managers also come for free.

I'm currently using LastPass free, but am planning to switch after they did a bad capitalism and only let their free accounts access either laptop or mobile but not both now. I personally am planning to move to Bitwarden on friends' recommendation since it's not only free but open source and available across devices. I also have friends who use passbolt and enjoy it, which is also free and open source, but it's also a bit DIY to set up. Great if you like tinkering though! And there are probably many other options out there if you do a bit of googling.

So, yeah, please use a password manager, but don't pay for it unless you actually have use for the extra features.

No I really need to hide my internet activity from everybody for reasons

In this case, you're probably looking for TOR. TOR is basically untraceable. It's also a terrible user experience for the most part because of this, so I'd only recommend it if you need it, such as if you're trying to escape the Great Firewall. But please don't use it for Bad Crimes. I am not to be held liable for any crime committed using information learned from this post.

Further reading viewing

If you want to know more about why you don't need a VPN, see Tom Scott's amazing video on the subject. It's honestly a great intro for beginners.

I like too much detail

Ahhh, so you're the type of person who doesn't get turned off by long explanations I see. Well, here's a little more info on the stuff I oversimplified in the main post about encryption. Uhh, words get bigger and more jargony in this section.

So first oversimplification: the assumption that all web traffic is either HTTP or HTTPS. This isn't exactly true. There are many other application layer internet standards out there, such as ssh, ftp, websockets, and all the proprietary standards certain companies use for stuff such as streaming and video conferencing. Some of these are secure, using TLS or some other security algorithm under the hood, and some of them aren't.

But most of the web requests you care about are HTTP/HTTPS calls. As for the rest, if they come from a company of a decent size that hasn't been hacked off the face of the planet already, they're probably also secure. In other words, you don't need to worry about it.

Next, we've already said that encryption works as a lock and a key, where the lock is a maths formula and the key is a number. But how do we get that key to lock and unlock the data?

Well, to answer that, we first need to talk about the two different types of encryption: symmetric and asymmetric. Symmetric encryption such as AES uses the same key to both encrypt and decrypt data, whereas asymmetric encryption such as RSA uses a different key to encode and decode.

For the sake of my writing, we're going to call the person encrypting Alice, the person decrypting Bob, and the eavesdropper trying to break our communications Eve from now on. These are standard names in crypto FYI. Also, crypto is short for cryptography not cryptocurrencies. Get your Bitcoin and Etherium outta here!

Sorry if things start getting incoherent. I'm tired. It's after 1am now.

So first, how do we get the key from symmetric crypto? This is probably the easier place to start. Well, you need a number, any number of sufficient size, that both Alice and Bob know. There are many ways you could share this number. They could decide it when they meet in person. They could send it to each other using carrier pigeons. Or they could radio it via morse code. But those aren't convenient, and somebody could intercept the number and use it to read all their messages.

So what we use instead is a super clever algorithm called Diffie-Hellman, which uses maths and, in particular, the fact it's really hard to factor large numbers (probably NP Hard to be specific, but there's no actual proof of that). The Wikipedia page for this is surprisingly easy to read, so I'll just direct you there to read all about it because I've been writing for too long. This algorithm allows Alice and Bob to agree on a secret number, despite Eve being able to read everything they send each other.

Now Alice and Bob have this secret number key, they can talk in private. Alice puts her message and the key into the encryption algorithm and out pops what looks like a load of garbage. She can then send this garbage to Bob without worrying about Eve being able to read it. Bob can then put the garbage and the key into the decryption algorithm to undo the scrambling and get the original message out telling him where the good donuts are. Voila, they're done!

But how does Alice know that she's sending her message to Bob and not Eve? Eve could pretend to be Bob so that Alice does the Diffie-Hellman dance with her instead and sends her the secret location of the good donuts instead.

This is where asymmetric crypto comes in! This is the one with private and public keys, and the one that uses prime numbers.

I'm not 100% across the maths on this one TBH, but it has something to do with group theory. Anyway, just like Diffie-Hellman, it relies on the fact that prime factorisation is hard, and so it does some magic with semi-primes, ie numbers with only 2 prime factors other than 1. Google it if you want to know more. I kinda zoned out of this bit in my security courses. Maths hard

But the effect of that maths is easier to explain: things that are encoded with one of the keys can only be decoded with the other key. This means that one of those keys can be well-known to the public and the other is known only to the person it belongs to.

If Alice wants to send a message to Bob and just Bob, no Eve allowed, she can first look up Bob's public key and encrypt a beginning message with that. Once Bob receives the message, he can decrypt it with his private key and read the contents. Eve can't read the contents though because, even though she has Bob's public key, she doesn't know his private key.

This public key information is what the lock in your browser is all about BTW. It's saying that the website is legit based on the public key they provide.

So why do we need symmetric crypto when we have asymmetric crypto? Seems a lot less hassle to exchange keys with asymmetric crypto.

Well, it's because asymmetric crypto is slooooow. So, in TLS, the security algorithm that puts the "S" in "HTTPS", asymmetric RSA is used to establish the initial connection and figure out what symmetric key to use, and then the rest of the session uses AES symmetric encryption using the agreed secret key.

And there you have it! Crypto in slightly-less-short-but-still-high-enough-level-that-I-hope-you-understand.

Just realised how long this section is. Well, I did call it "too much detail" for a reason.

Now, next question is what exactly is and isn't encrypted using HTTPS.

Well, as I said earlier, it's basically just the source IP:port and the destination IP:port. In fact, this information is actually communicated on the logical layer below the application layer HTTPS is on, known as the transport layer. Again, as I said before, you can't really encrypt this unless you don't want your data to reach the place you want at all.

Also, DNS is unencrypted. A DNS request is a request that turns a domain name, such as tumblr.com, into an IP address, by asking a special server called a Domain Name Server where to find the website you're looking for. A DNS request is made before an HTTP(S) request. Anyone who can read your internet traffic can therefore tell you wanted to go to Tumblr.

But importantly, this only shows the domain name, not the full URL. The rest of the URL, the part after the third slash (the first two slashes being part of http://), is stuff that's interpreted by the server itself and so isn't needed during transport. Therefore, it encrypted and completely unreadable, just like all the content on your page.

I was going to show a Wireshark scan of a web request using HTTP and HTTPS to show you the difference, but this has taken long enough to write as it is, so sorry!

I could probably write more, but it's 1:30am and I'm sleepy. I hope you found some of this interesting and think twice before purchasing a VPN subscription. Again, there are legit good uses for a VPN, but they're not the ones primarily being advertised in VPN ads. It's the fact that VPN ads rely so heavily on false advertising that really grinds my gears and made me want to do this rant. It's especially bad when it comes from somebody I'd think of as technologically competent (naming no names here, but if you've worked in tech and still promote VPNs as a way to keep data safe... no). Feel free to ask questions if you want and hopefully I'll get around to answering any that I feel I know enough to answer.

Nighty night Tumblr. Please update your software. And use a (free) password manager. And enable two factor authentication on all your accounts. But mostly just update your software.

[itsallyscorner]

For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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look at my sunshine🥺

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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I got you (Platonic)

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“Jemma --” Daisy said, as much as she loved her friend, she knew that she still wasn’t at the top of her lying game. To be honest, she hoped that Jemma never made it there, as if that would signal some sort of end to the Jemma Simmons she knew.

Still, back on point, “Daisy...I promised Y/N…” She said. And, that did get her attention, she had promised you something.

“I just wanna help her, Simmons. I mean, you’ve seen her...Tired, not herself. Not the bubbly person we all know. Something’s going on…” She knew how this would seem to anyone else; someone interrogating someone, almost gaslighting in some way to get some information.

But, the two women knew better; it was two friends trying to help another.

Besides, the three had formed their own group; the term “power puffs” being thrown around a lot. Still, not the point --

“I didn’t just swear and drop my concern, Daisy. I wanted to help too…” She trailed off, and Daisy nodded for her to continue, “I did to her that she would probably get yelled at...but, she brushed it off at the time. I don’t think Fitz’s sarcasm helped it either.”

“What’d he say?”

“‘What’s the worst thing that could happen? I mean, yeah, you’ll probably get yelled at, but it’s not like she’s going to kill you.’ And I said, ‘Not helping’ and...Oh, sorry.” She said, catching herself.

Daisy smiled, “It’s alright, Jem. Just, tell me, please. I’ll stop after that.”

Jemma could never say now the puppy dog expression Daisy Johnson could pull off, “...That’s the problem, she isn’t stopping.But, she told me to not bother you about it. She knows how you can be with this and...she doesn’t want to worry anyone else. She says she can handle it.” The Brit said, almost in one entire breath.

“Famous last words, sadly in some cases.” Daisy said, looking out the window before back to Jemma, “Where is she now?”

As Jemma went to answer, her gaze changed; she looked alert, “Well...there.” She said, nodding her head behind Daisy.

The woman turned, seeing you walk in, bag over your shoulder from yet another assignment...yet another few months undercover.

If you were good at hiding the strain of the work before, this was not one of those times; with the heaviness in your eyes, worn down expression and posture of your body.

It was getting to you.

Daisy then looked to Jemma, giving her friend a pat on the arm, “I got this.” She promised, before taking her leave.

She wasn’t one to break them.

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You had put the weapons away, and was getting ready for the ebrie. Just ready to get that ticked off, then wait until the next job comes your way. You had to keep going, SHIELD was always cut throat, but especially now; you were on the back foot and what not. You had to prove yourself to Coulson, he brought you and Daisy in and kept you in despite what you had done to them.

That had to be worth something.

You went with your bag, a bag mixed with your own things and the contents of the sting. Smart? No, not really. But, you were working with limited time. So, you know.

Besides, Coulson had cleared it and said it was fine.

So, you went into the kitchen, gonna go upstairs to get it all done with, when you paused…

There, on her laptop, was your sister, just typing away.

Given the fact of the bottle of water she had was only just opened, you had to guess that she had only just set up.

“Hey.” She said, looking up at you from the table, smiling as if you hadn’t caught her in the act.

“Hey.” You said back, dropping the bag to the floor. You both held each others stare for a moment too long; you had been in each others lives for forever, so you could read each other like a book.

“Been there long?” You asked, hands going in your pocket. You knew the answer, but still…

“Nah, just waiting for you.” She said, moving to sitting on the table, legs dangling off of it, “Just wanted to see if you were ok.”

You held your arms out to your side for a moment, a kind of “here I am” gesture, before letting them slap against your body as you let them drop, “I’m ok...Just want to get up there.” You said, pinching your nose as you closed your eyes for a moment; a rare moment of letting this toll be known to the world in a way that was intentional.

Daisy saw a way in there, “You tired? I mean, sleep deprivation and mental health issues don’t really go hand in hand...You’re gonna snap.”

You nodded, same posture as before, “Sure. Just wanna get up there and do this, D.”

“Coulson doesn’t need it right now.”

“He does.” You argued.

She sighed, the Johnson gene of stubbornness surely rubbing off on you, “Look, Y/N/N, I get it. But, AC -- Well, DC, is more than ok with this. Trust me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll do shit like that when you do.” Ok, fair; did it hit? Yeah, but she wasn’t a sunken battleship yet...that phrase was weird.

Anyways, “Y/N,” She started, getting up and grabbing your hands in her own, looking you right in the eyes, “You’re tired, ok? Actually tired….I mean, look, you can barely stand right now. What you need, is rest. Ok?”

Out of the siblings, you weren’t as open as she was. But, as said before, she knew you better than anyone else. And, because of that, you could be yourself with her. You let yourself nod, eyes dropping to the ground. She squeezed your hands, smile coming onto her face.

It was like that Skye part of her, the inner child of her’s that needed healing was alway there; the optimist that refused to see the dark.

Still, she grabbed your bag, putting an arm around your shoulder, and leading you to your room.

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Your room was a fucking mess. Jesus, was it a mess. Now, Jemma had told Daisy that she had no one touch it; no one go in or even put their hand on the door knob.

But...it was messy, to say the least.

The two of you stood, silently looking at the state of your room; clothes everywhere, doors left open, bed sheets unorganised.

She heard your breath shudder a bit. It seemed you had forgotten that the room was left like this. Then again, she was sure you were almost leading two - well, now really more than two - lives at once; SHIELD, your own, and the many undercover personas you had to adapt to.

Hunter’s lecture about SHIELD not being a lifestyle but a job was true; granted, it was a belief in the world and the good that laid in it, but he still had a point.

It seemed for you, those two had fully blurred into on destructive, stress filled life. And it was slowly killing you.

You entered first, grabbing some clothes from the floor and going into your bathroom, locking the door.

She, meanwhile, went to your bed, smelling them and groaning at the stink that came from them.

She put the bag down, picking up some of your other clothes - less yours, more SHIELD’s clothes that they gave to operatives.

There was no style, only a branded shirt (some actually were, but that’s not the point) to say “Shoot at me, I’m with the people you guys at HYDRA hate!”

She put them away, the clothes coloured black. She remembered when you used to have a more colourful attire, an expression to who you were.

No, it was just SHIELD.

After the clothes had been sorted, she then sat on the floor, opening the bag. She looked up at the sound from your bathroom, a shower being turned on.

She looked back to the bag, seeing bags of cocaine, some files...and your clothes. One of the bags had a hole in, and some of the contents had gone from the bag and onto your own clothes. These ones were yours...now stained with coke.

With work…

The shower was still going. And she knew that you were devoted to these people...but what had you lost in the process?

She went further into the bag, digging deep into it. It took a few moments, but she found something, her fingers brushed against something…

Removing her hand from the bag, she found a necklace; she smiled, this one more nostalgic. It was a necklace that you had both gotten together with some money you had both saved. Inside there was a photo of the pair of you…

You’d kept it, you were still there.

She looked to the door, the shower was still going. She looked to the clothes...she could make a quick trip…

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She came back, clothes in her possession, but no bag. The bag was with Coulson, but the clothes and necklace she kept.

She came back in, putting the clothes on the bed. The door opened, and you emerged, now in sleep gear.

“Hey.” You said.

She smiled, “Hey.” She said back.

“Can - can you uh, can you stay for the night? Just...after all that, and what you said...I think I could use a break…?”

Her smile softened, “Of course.” She said.

You were still you...you still had your own life.

SHIELD wasn’t your lifestyle, just a belief in the world and a job.

[moonctzeny]

Work for it

Part II: Promotion

pairing: coworker! johnny x reader

other members as background characters: haechan as johnny’s assistant

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, semi-public sex, spit in mouth, pussy slapping, throatpie (omg I got so embarrassed writing this down)

word count: 5,792

summary: “One of your co-workers, the supervisor of the Sales Department John Suh, is arguably the hottest man you’ve seen in your life. You try to act on your crush but he is just plain oblivious to your efforts, but you won’t stop until your fantasies come true”

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Work for you was living hell and no, it wasn’t for the normal reasons. You had a nice job as an intern in the Financial Department of a company, and with your hard work getting recognized, you were looking forward to being offered a permanent position soon.

Today was no different. You had made sure all your files were organized, calls made and deadlines in check. All you had left to do was look over a report in the office of none other but the man who was causing your suffering. Mr. Suh.

Mr. Suh, or Johnny as he insisted on being called, was the supervisor of the Sales Department but he didn’t let it get to his head. He was extremely friendly, willing to help his subordinates and brought a smile to everyone’s face. Working with him would be amazing if there wasn’t one little problem. He was the sexiest man you had ever seen.

Now, now, you weren’t some middle schooler. You came into this company committed to get the position you deserve, not beg for some man’s dick. But when he first welcomed you in the main elevator, tall height, hair pushed back and with a face of godly facial structure, you almost pressed the stop button so he could take you right then and there.

You brought some files along and ascended the stairs that lead you to his office on the top floor. It would be more convenient if Mr. Suh sent the report downstairs with his assistant and your best work buddy, Donghyuck, but you insisted on paying him a visit, saying something about how a little work out never hurt anyone.

When you saw Donghyuck at his desk, he didn’t even look up from his laptop, pointing at the door instead.

“Put your panties back on. He’s on the printing room”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, used to his teasing about your crush on mr. Suh and headed out for said room at the end of the hall. Johnny was hunched over a machine, shaking it from side to side.

You knocked lightly on the already open door to announce your presence, and he turned around, flashing you his killer smile.

“y/n, hello! I was just trying to get you a copy of the report, but the damn printer seems to be broken again.”

You tried to tell him that it’s okay, that you can use the printer from your floor downstairs, but then he bent over trying to locate the cause of the malfunction, giving you a perfect view of his ass in his fitted tracksuit. Rutting the machine around, he thrusted his hips forward, letting out the occasional grunt, and you took a mental picture for later. He must have shaken something a bit too hard, because ink started to spill out of the cartilage.

“Aww, it’s dripping everywhere”

He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and you couldn’t help but stare at how veiny and strong his arms looked as he pushed down. Your mind wandered off, imagining how nice it must feel to have him on top of you, applying this kind of pressure with his pretty hands around your neck as he-

“y/n? Are you ok?”

“Uh-um yes! Sorry Mr. Suh, it’s been a hard day”

It’s been your cute ass that made it hard for me to function around you was what you actually meant. He winked your way, and you were almost sure he did a double take on a skirt you wore that he had complimented before.

See, it’s not like you never thought of making a move on Johnny. You knew he was single, and he even told Donghyuck that he thought you were cute. Romantic relations between coworkers was not a rare thing, but the way everyone around here respected him made you nervous to approach him. No matter how many people fell for his charming personality and his visuals, he was never part of the company’s gossips and you knew the reason. The guy was denser than a brick wall.

You tried testing the waters with him, taking the light flirting a bit further, but he never seemed to catch the point. Maybe he was so used to getting this kind of attention that he dismissed your attempts as just friendly banter.

But you weren’t ready to give up.

“Sometimes I like coming here to relax. This place is usually so nice and quiet. It gives you privacy to do so many things”

What you said must have piqued his interest, since he gave up on the printer and turned his attention to you instead.

“Things, that the company wouldn’t approve of doing in here?”, he said in a lower voice than before and your throat felt dry when you answered him.

“Yeah. It’s just, we wouldn’t get caught in here, you know?”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean”

He took two steps towards you before lowering down to whisper closer to you.

“I actually know a place that has even more privacy than this room. I usually go there alone, but it will be so much more fun with you”

Droplets of sweat had collected on his temples as a result of his physical activity earlier, making his words sound so much more enticing. He looked around, checking if anyone was standing in the hallway, before whispering again.

“This will be our little secret, ok?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, ready to get your world rocked by John Suh. He reached for something in his back pocket, but instead of a condom, he whipped out something you’d never expect.

A pack of cigarettes.

“I told everyone I’d quit but the stress gets too much sometimes, you know? I didn’t remember you smoke, though”

Oh my god. Oh my god, you were so stupid. All this time you thought you coaxed him into a steamy, clothes-on, ass on the printer quickie and he meant sneaking you out for a guilt-drenched cigarette break??!!

“Right! You didn’t remember that I smoke because.. because I don’t! ...Anymore. I mean, I quit, just like you. And you know what Mr. Suh, we shouldn’t succumb to the needs of the flesh! Fight back to our bad habits and get healthier! Together!”

He was frozen in place, dumbfounded by your sudden anti-smoking monologue.

“Wow y/n I didn’t know you were so serious about this. Very impressed by your spirit though.” He patted you on the back before picking up the report from the printer and getting to the door. “I’ll tell Donghyuck to print this for you and deliver it to your desk. Won’t take too long, alright?”

And just like that, he managed to leave you in the printing room alone, horny, and one report down.

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 The next morning at the office was as typical as any other, with the difference that it was raining cats and dogs. The low that was centered over the area caused continuous storms, the rain and moody atmosphere making it impossible for you to keep your eyes open.

You headed over to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, already the second one of the day, when you saw a very familiar someone occupying the coffee machine.

“Mind if you make me a cup too Mr. Suh? I hear you make the best coffee in the office”

He chuckled at you, instantly recognizing your voice.

“It’s my pride. I do love coffee” After turning on the machine he looked at you finally, a serious look on his face. “Listen, y/n, about yesterday, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to drag you down with me like that. You were right about the cigarette thing. I’ll quit for good”

You blinked at him, trying to grasp the ridiculousness of the situation and feeling a bit sorry for guilting him like that.

“It’s ok Mr. Suh don’t worry about it. No big deal”

“Oh and, please, call me Johnny. You make me feel a thousand years old. I’m not that much older than you.”

“Yes Mr.- Johnny”

Just at that moment, a lightning struck, making you jump in place. You glanced at the window, or rather the stormy mess outside, and sighed.

“Chose the wrong day to forget my umbrella huh?”

“You want me to drop you off?”, he offered, immediately making you panic.

“No no! It’s okay. The metro station is really close. It’s fine if I get a little wet anyways, I won’t melt, I’m not made of sugar”

You cringed a bit at your nerve-induced blurting, but it would all be gone in a second.

“You’re sweet like sugar though”

He poured the now brewed coffee on both your cups and you just stared at his movements in shock. Did he just? Initiate the flirting? And called you sweet?

Ok, this is it, you thought.

“Do you like sugar?”, you asked him seductively, making your arms touch. You had to take advantage of this opportunity. The ride home suddenly didn’t sound like such a bad idea.  

“Oh no thanks I drink my coffee black”

Looking at the clock on the wall he picked up his cup and took a sip, striding out of the kitchen and leaving you speechless, much like yesterday.

“I’m late for a meeting. See you later, y/n”

You groaned as you watched him walk away, pouring an excessive amount of sugar in your drink.

“That’s not what I meant...”

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 Meetings usually meant making sure you had enough battery on your phone to silently play your favorite game, while you heard some old guy in a suit blabber on and on about the most boring topic on earth. Usually you’d be complaining about why they just had to take away valuable time of your day to talk about an issue that could very easily be briefed in a mass email, but not today. Because today, the man of honor who got to do all the talking, was Johnny.

To anyone else, you looked like the most eager intern in the company, taking in every single word that came out his mouth. In reality, you were just immensely turned on by his fluent English, his new suit, and his ability to capture everyone’s attention. You had no idea what he was talking about, but you could listen to him talk all day about how “Results are important” and “Taking a more aggressive strategy is vital”.

A sudden noise made everyone turn to the exit door, only to see that it was just the cleaning lady that had dropped her bucket as she was going down the stairs. You felt Donghyuck, who was sitting next to you as always, nudge you with his knee.

“Oh look, she brought a mop for your drool, how nice of her”

“I’m not drooling”, you whispered back with a glare, shoving him with your elbow.

“Right”, he chuckled, “you’re ready to get on your knees for him right now”

It was really hard to get the picture that Donghyuck had painted out for you off your head for the rest of the meeting. You pathetically rubbed your thighs together to get the slightest feeling of relief, and tried to mute out Johnny’s sexy voice with no avail. When the meeting was finally over, you walked out of the meeting room along with everyone else, when you saw Johnny catch up with you.

“Hey y/n”

“Hi Johnny! Nice presentation up there”

He beamed up at your compliment and you wanted to coo at him for looking so cute. His aura changed a color when he replied to you, turning solemn.

“Thank you. Glad to see you’ve finally dropped the formalities with me”. I can drop my panties too if you want, you thought to yourself, but you only smiled at him when he managed to leave you speechless once again. “Is it wet?”

Wet? Fuck, was Donghyuck right? Were you really so caught up on eating Johnny up with your eyes that he noticed? That he realized you were so turned on by him? He saw your confused expression and tried to futilely explain.

“Is it wet? Down there?”

You were losing it. Was he really asking you that in front of all your coworkers? Your face couldn’t possibly get any hotter, feeling as if you were burning up with a high fever. You realized you hadn’t said a word back.

“E-excuse me?”

“Wasn’t the cleaning lady going downstairs earlier to mop? I figured you’d know if the floor was still wet. Since your office is on the bottom floor”

Get your mind out of the gutter, y/n. Quick, say something already! Stop staring at him like a lost puppy!

“Uhh no I don’t know actually. I’m sorry, I have to go”

You turned swiftly on your heel to walk away from him, and save yourself from any further embarrassment.

If Donghyuck was here to witness this, you’d never get to hear the end of his teasing.

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 You didn’t expect an email like that from the Sales Department. You were at your desk, minding your business when you got the notification, almost choking on the gum you were chewing on.

 y/n,

I have something very confidential to show you in my office. I think you’ll be very pleasantly surprised. Bring your sexy ass over here at 16:00 sharp.

Johnny Suh

 You must have re-read those 30 words about a thousand times to ensure you weren’t making things up. You freshened up your makeup, thanking the gods of sex that you decided to wear cute underwear this morning. All the things you were daydreaming about since your first meetup at the main elevator, were finally about to happen. Fidgeting around in your seat, you felt yourself getting wetter thinking of all the nasty things Mr. Suh was planning on doing to you in his office.

It was 16:25 when you walked up the stairs, not brave enough to make a man like Johnny wait. All his assistants were gone, probably send off somewhere to avoid having them hear your little unprofessional tête-à-tête.

You walked into his office, the door slightly open. He was sat on his chair, the back turned to you and you started to feel nervous. You didn’t notice he had changed his hair. And wasn’t he wearing a different suit this morning?

“Um Johnny? You asked to see me?”

He tsked at you, turning around.

“16:28? I thought you had more of a backbone than that, y/n. Also thought you’d come in here naked. Disappointing.”

The smug smile, the teasing voice. Donghyuck.

“The email was fake wasn’t it?”

“Luckily for you, yes, I was the one who sent it. I mean, seriously. This ugly brown suit for a dick appointment with Mr. Suh?”

When you graduated university with honors, you didn’t think you’d one day be charged with the murder of a company’s assistant. But right at his moment, as you grabbed the stapler from the desk and walked over to him ominously, you thought it was all worth it.

“Lee Donghyuck, after I’m done with you the only dick appointment you’ll make is with the ER doctor, to get these staples off your balls”

He got up, panicking, and started to back away from you.

“Somebody save me, please, mom!”

You were ready to grab him by his tie and fulfill your threat, when you heard someone clear his throat at the door. And this time it was the real Mr. Suh.

He had his arms crossed, a smile appearing on his face as you shoved your friend away and immediately dropped the stapler from your hold.

“You know, you two are always wasting time over here, messing around. Maybe I should punish you”

Oh god yes, please do.

It was Donghyuck’s deadpan expression that made you realize that you had actually said that out loud. Johnny raised his eyebrows incredulously.

“Oh, so you want the overtime?”

“S-sure why not? Not like I have anything better to do on a Friday night”

Your friend rubbed his palm over his face, cringing at the situation you got yourself in.

“Please, stop talking, I beg of you”, he murmured, when Johnny spoke up again.

“Well in that case, will you leave me and y/n alone to discuss some details?”

Donghyuck nodded, closing the door behind him and it seemed like he took all the oxygen along with him.

Johnny sat on his desk, whipping out some files for you. It might sound stupid, but the email, though fake, had put you in a certain mood, and having him sit so close to you wasn’t helping your situation.

“I will only give you the run down but please ask the supervisor in your department to explain further”

You tried listening to him talk about your overtime, you really did. But the way he was sitting on his armchair with his legs spread out, was practically begging you to do what Donghyuck had suggested yesterday and get on your knees already. You’d tell him to continue his work, challenge him to try and keep typing on his laptop as you’d palm him through his slacks. You’d wait for him to get a bit impatient, licking him over his clothed cock until it felt like it would rip from the fabric. He was definitely big, and you wondered whether you could take him. You’d put him in your hand and start sucking on the tip, then lick your way down to his base. Maybe he would have to take a call, and you would make it a goal to distract him by fitting him all inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His little office slut.

“y/n. Get under the desk. Right now.”

His voice brought you out of your daydream but his words triggered another one. It felt like the world around you was shaking. Did he just ask you to get on your knees under the table? Could he read your thoughts? “y/n can’t you feel the earthquake? Get under the desk”

When you realized what was happening, you wished that the earth would just swallow you whole already, taking away the embarrassment with you.

Donghyuck met you outside. He had evacuated the building along with everyone else, happy that the small earthquake got them an extra five minutes of break.

“Did Mr. Suh pick you up in his strong arms like your knight in shining armor and save you?”

“Don’t talk to me I’m still mad at you”

He turned you around to face him, his lips pouting at you cutely and it was really hard to resist his doe eyes.

“I’m sowwyy I was just trying to help you out!”

“Help me out with what?”, you sighed, tuckered out, “he clearly doesn’t want anything more with me”

“Oh yeah? Is that why he hasn’t stopped checking out your ass ever since you left the building with him?”

You turn your head to Johnny’s direction, just in time to see his eyes shift from you and Hyuck to the floor. Maybe your friend was right. Did Johnny actually like you after all but was really just that oblivious to your crush?

“All I’m saying is”, he continues, “that you need to be clearer with him. He is the supervisor of another department than yours, he obviously won’t act out anything unless you give him the green light”

You nodded at him, a feeling of determination coursing through you. His words reverberated in your head until break time, planning out your seduction. You knew that there was no way you would be able to concentrate at work unless you gave it a shot with Johnny, even if it goes terribly wrong. Tomorrow, you promised yourself.

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 And tomorrow did come, finding you right outside his office door. Taking long, confident strides, you walk past Donghyuck who for once, was speechless, eyes widening at your appearance.

Johnny’s favorite skirt hug your hips, garters barely peeking under it. Your shirt was a bit tighter than usual, an extra button undone, revealing your cleavage. The room was filled with the clicking sound of your high heels, that were as uncomfortable as they were sexy. It was barely considered work appropriate but you didn’t care. You hoped you’d manage to at least grab his attention, then let your talking do the rest.

Taking a deep breath, you knock at the door, slowly opening it. Johnny was typing away something, looking delicious as always. Your voice was way more sensual than you’d usually let it be in the workplace.

“Johnnyy~, good morning. I’m here for that file I need?”

He had his eyes still glued on the laptop in front of him, his tone as bright as ever.

“y/n! I would send Donghyuck over you didn’t have to- “

He finally looks at you, his eyes quickly moving from your chest to your skirt, only to stay for a bit longer on your legs. He seemed a bit taken aback, his breath hitching in his throat but he shakes his head lightly, regaining his stature.

“-you didn’t have to come all the way up here”

“I know”, you mewl, picking up a pen from his desk and clicking it closed, letting the tip rest on your bottom lip, “I just missed you”

You saw him stare at your mouth before he cleared his throat, coolly sitting back on his chair.

“I think you’ll take this back when you stay for your overtime tonight”, he laughed, too friendly for your liking.

“No, no. I would never get tired of you, Johnny. Besides, I have a great stamina”

“That’s good! Being mentally strong is very important in this business”

Ugh, take a hint already!

“Well, yeah, but physical strength is important too. You know, I’ve followed your footsteps and started working out. I can go on for hours”

His eyebrows lifted up at your statement, “Yeah? And you followed my footsteps?”

“Well, everyone in the office has noticed you’ve been hitting the gym lately, especially me. Maybe, you could show me some of your workout exercises later?”

He stayed silent for a moment, like he was contemplating his answer and you swore you saw the faintest blush on his cheeks. His answer, however, would disappoint you.

“I was thinking of organizing an online group aerobics class, actually. I think Yuta from my department might be interested in hosting it”

The feeling of defeat was written all over your face. You were done. Smiling politely, you told him it sounded like a nice idea and asked for the file. You felt so angry at yourself for listening to Hyuck’s advice, every painful jab your heels gave your feet seeming deserving.

Donghyuck saw you leaving the room and would follow you to comfort you but he fully understood your frustration. Since you left the door open, he had witnessed everything, and boy was he furious.

He barged into Johnny’s office unannounced, scowling at him. Boss or not, he had to give him a piece of his mind.

“Are you seriously that blind?”

Johnny blinked at him, surprised at his unexpected appearance.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t get that y/n was flirting with you?”

“R-right now?”

Donghyuck licked his cheek with his tongue, getting gradually more and more frustrated. “Yes! Right now! The hottest woman in the office was basically throwing herself all over you and you didn’t even ask her out?”

Johnny was shocked, fumbling for an answer, “I thought- I thought she was just being nice”

“Nice??”, the younger man screeched then took a deep breath to calm down, placing both his hands on his boss’s desk.

“With all due respect dude, but either you fuck her, or I will”

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 Nothing could make the horrible feeling you felt from your embarrassing incident earlier worse right? Wrong. Because it was Friday and you still had to go through with that overtime you had stupidly agreed with.

All your coworkers from your floor were gone, no one crazy enough to willingly work on a Friday night. You saw them all leave one by one, internally cursing them for their luck. The office was especially hot tonight and you were suddenly glad for choosing that skimpy outfit to wear today, even if it didn’t fulfill its original purpose.

In your deep concentration over the files scattered on your desk, you almost didn’t notice the shadow next to your office’s door. You could recognize these broad shoulders from miles away.

“Johnny, you didn’t go home yet?”

“I’ll leave soon, just wanted to give you some tips your supervisor noted for the work you’ll do tonight”

He smiled warmly at you, but his eyes held something you hadn’t seen before. Slyness, mischief maybe? You didn’t have much time to think about it anyways, because in a moment he was standing over you, next to your desk.

“You see, the loss of this week’s sales…”, he started, lifting the sleeves of his shirt up and revealing his veiny arms that you so adored, “...it’s much bigger than you think”

You gulped, your throat suddenly dry. His voice was deep, seductive, eyes staring right into yours.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes. Doing all this paperwork, it’s very… hard. And it’s so hot in here, right?”

He kept his gaze on you, loosening the tie he wore around his neck. Was this your mind playing games with you again? You weren’t sure but he looked so good you couldn’t help your body from responding to him.

You got up from your seat, resting the side of your ass on the desk to be closer to his height. “If I got it right, you suggest that maybe you need to stay around for a bit? Help me out?”

He nodded, coming closer to you. You couldn’t stop gawking at the way his chest filled up his shirt so nicely, not caring if you were being obvious anymore. He was standing almost between your legs, and you could feel his breath fanning your face.

“It’s going to be tiring, but if you follow my orders you’ll get to finish. Think you can take it?”

Was it his suggestive words or his plump lips that made you feel so lightheaded? Either way, you wanted to dive in, to finally taste him. But you just had to ask.

“Johnny?”

“That’s my name”

“We aren’t talking about finance, are we?”

He stepped even closer, situating himself between your thighs that you gladly opened for him.

“Fuck no”

The way your hands grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss, was almost animalistic. Johnny kissed you back with almighty force, open mouthed and breathing heavily. With the dominance that characterized him and a bite on your bottom lip, he pulls you up on your feet by the ID that was hanging from your neck. He tasted like smoke and mint gum.

“I thought you’d quit smoking?”

You felt his right hand grab your throat and he broke the kiss, forcing you to look at him. It wasn’t the pressure to your air flow but his eyes that had you on edge. The usual golden flecks adorning his orbs were hidden behind his dilated pupils. “I’m just a man. There are some things I can’t resist”. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, making you feel like you’re in a fever dream with the way all your fantasies were coming to life. “Open up”, he growled against your lips and you obey like you promised to. He spit in your mouth, in a manner so dirty it had your knees shaking.

You started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to see more of him. Starting with running your hands over his raging heartbeat, you continue down his abs and end up fumbling with his belt. Johnny helped you, springing out his cock and, damn, he may be half hard but that was the biggest dick you’d ever seen in your life.

He chuckles at your widened eyes but instead of making some cocky remark like you expected he leans down, leaving soothing kisses on your jaw. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”. He continued his kisses to your neck, all the while unbuttoning your shirt. Leaving it on you, he pulls your boobs over your bra and starts playing with your nipples. The tingling on your breasts was tightly linked it the one on your heat and you decided you needed more.

You took his fingers from your chest and placed them between your folds. Johnny cursed out with how wet you were for him, and started rubbing circles over your clit, occasionally dipping the tips in your entrance. He kept at it, relishing in your moans and he would have ripped his tight little skirt off of you if you were in his bedroom. The build up sexual tension along with the semi-public setting made you close to losing yourself in him. You just needed a push, and Johnny was more than happy to give it to you.

“You’re gonna cum for me. That’s what you wanted wasn’t it? Why you got all dressed up like that?”

“Yes, for you, fuck Johnny”

“Come on, let it all out. Cum so I can fuck the hell out of this tight pussy of yours”

You came all over his fingers, grabbing his arms for support. He gave you a moment, wiping the tears off the corners of your eyes while kissed you slowly. When you started kissing him back with a refuelled passion, signalling that you were ready for what he had to offer, he was back, rougher than ever.

He petted your pussy, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your folds. You jumped up when you felt him slap over your clit, the lines between pain and pleasure from the overstimulation blurry.

You knew Johnny was strong, but the easiness with which he lifted you from the desk onto your armchair shocked you. Spreading your knees as wide as the cushioned seat allowed you, you stuck your ass out for him. He gave your ass a little slap while you waited for him to slip on a condom. He came prepared, you thought, probably planned on doing this from the moment he stepped into your office.

Johnny filled you up completely, your hypersensitivity making you feel his thickness in all its glory. He started off slow, careful of your tightness, but as he picked up the pace, your vision was all stars and constellations of pleasure. You must have moaned too loudly, because he stopped his thrusts and, in a moment, you felt him shove his tie inside your mouth.

“There’s still some people in the building, remember? Or do you like my cock so much that you don’t even care if they hear?”. You couldn’t muster an answer so you just kept drooling through the fabric your teeth bit into. Your pussy was dripping onto the leather, your wetness allowing Johnny to sink even deeper inside you. The feeling was so overwhelming that you opened your mouth wide in a moan, almost dropping his tie in the process.

You reached out your hand behind you to grab one of his arms in desperation. “I’m so close, so close, don’t stop”. He stared back at you with a crazy look on his face, and pinned your hand back on the headrest in front of you. Lifting one of your legs in the air, he starts fucking you so rough you thought the chair was going to break.

Your second orgasm hit you hard, your trembling body making it clear his size got too much for you. But there was no way you’d let him leave this office without cumming.

You climb down from the chair and got on your knees in front of him. Grasping his cock from the base, you started leaving open mouthed kisses on his balls first. You suck one in your mouth and glance up at him with the most innocent look you could muster, the contrast to your actions driving him insane. Johnny leans his weight on his hands positioned on your desk, letting you work your magic.

Returning on his tip, you ran your tongue in kitten licks on the slit, teasing him. An eyebrow raise from him compelled you to behave, pushing him all the way down at once. It was almost as if you pressed a button at the end of your throat with the way it triggered a guttural moan from him. He weaves one hand through your hair to keep you in place for a second longer and you gag. His dick pulls out, and the string of saliva falls over your white shirt making the fabric look see through. The sight of your lipstick on him, your watery doe eyes and your nipples poking through your now wet shirt was divine. He pushed past your lips again, and this time you made a good use of your tongue. You quicken your pace, his shaky groans and sharp gasps letting you know he was nearing his release.

Grabbing both his flexed thighs, you concentrate your breathing though your nose and deepthroat him again. Johnny growls, hips stuttering and eyes fluttered closed in delight. Warm liquid runs down your throat, almost choking you, but you take it all, relishing in his grunts and the way he moans your name.

After you catch your breath he bends down, planting a gentle kiss on your lips and offers a hand to help you up. You buttoned up in an awkward silence, not exactly sure what should be said after a session like that in a place like this.

“So, I’m guessing Donghyuck told you about my little crush on you?”

“Yup. You should thank him”. He smiles at you sweetly, pinching your cheek lightly and then moving his thumb in circles over the skin. “You also should have told me”

You rolled your eyes, “Not like I haven’t tried to! How much more obvious did I have to be?”

“I’m sorry! It’s just- you’re so pretty and I didn’t wanna be another one of the creepy guys that probably hit on you in the workplace”

Smiling at his thoughtfulness, you chose to forgive him and reached up for another kiss. He engulfs you with his long arms, and you push some hair off his eyes, admiring their softness.

“How about, I let you finish up here and we go for dinner after you’re done?”

“I’m not sure how I’m gonna concentrate after what we did”

“I’ll cover for you, but I can’t promise you that I’ll stop myself from distracting you”

[majoraop]

It partially overlapped with the Corazon Week so I didn’t have much time to make something for the Heart Pirates Week, but I managed to write a short story inspired by several prompts at once ("strength", "longing", "soft", and "caged"). The prompts are mostly used in the song pictured above (written by Law’s reincarnation in my “A Tale of Two Dragons” soulmate AU), which I included in the fanfic. The story features the CoraLaw pairing, the core Heart Pirates crew (Shachi/Penguin/Bepo), and a one-sided LuLaw.

A Tale of Two Dragons – Moon Chapter “You could smile for once, you know?” Penguin told Law while elbowing a chuckling Shachi.   “Is he always like this?” Rocinante sat next to Law, smiling at the camera Luffy was holding.   “Yeah. He has always been like this.” Law sighed, already exhausted even if they had just departed for their Moon Tour—as Luffy had dubbed it.   “My…brother”—just a moment of hesitation, but Rocinante couldn’t avoid forever bringing Doffy up—“told me that all people inhabiting our world came from the moon. I wonder what we’ll find there!”   “I told you already,” Law said with a grin. “There are people with wings on the moon—like angels.”   “Really?” Bepo, the younger component of their band, was staring at Law with a gaping mouth.   “Really,” Law echoed him with a serious face. Penguin and Shachi tried to say something, but Law sent a glare in their direction and they closed their mouths. “They have fluffy wings and celestial voices,” he continued.   “Oh…” Bepo blushed. He was a timid boy with a soft spot for pretty singers—but a skilled drummer for his age.   “Law…you should stop now,” Rocinante reproached him playfully.   “But it’s real!” Luffy exclaimed. “I remember people with wings living in the old world!”   Everyone looked at him, wondering if he was joking. However, there was no trace of doubts or lies in Luffy’s eyes. Law actually believed in those stories too, but he still had fun teasing Bepo.   “I can’t wait to meet them!” the boy whispered, blushing even more, and everyone laughed. --- “Look, Law, we’re almost there!”   Luffy’s enthusiasm rubbed off on Law, too, when he looked out of the porthole of the flying ship they rented for their journey. The moon was so near now that he could distinguish a large city quite clearly. Sentient beings were living up there, and he wouldn’t be able to refuse Luffy his craved moon concert. Law groaned. His life had changed so fast he hadn’t been able to adapt yet. He hadn't even finished writing his new song!   “It looks beautiful,” Rocinante whispered, putting an arm around his shoulders. “I can’t believe we’re travelling together as we promised to do.”   “If only those troublemakers weren't around…”   “Oh no, it’s better like this!” Rocinante smiled. “Your friends are a nice, funny bunch, and I can help with your band. You know, I’ve learned some useful skills.”   Law stared at his confident grin. “What skills?” he asked, mildly worried. He hoped it didn’t involve setting things on fire—the speciality of Rocinante’s old self.   “I’m a dresser,” Rocinante said proudly. “Well, not really—not yet at least, but I studied costume design. I have a great fashion sense, you know?”   Law didn’t remember the old Roci and his Corazon alter ego having a great fashion sense at all—if anything else, it was the contrary.   “Leave it to me,” Rocinante said, puffing up his chest.   Law felt a shiver running down his spine as he hesitantly nodded at him. --- You always gave me strength Once, I was a child who lost his heart Once, I was a child who got your heart On the second night after they arrived at their destination, Law was finally able to sit down and work on his song.   Penguin was playing his guitar in another room together with Shachi, the bassist of their band. Bepo and Luffy were keeping them company, and Law heard the latter singing. His cheerful voice put him in a good mood, which helped him resolve a difficult verse. He would have loved to spend some time alone with Rocinante, but he needed to finish writing his composition first. Besides, Roci was busy designing their stage costumes.   Law looked down at his laptop and deleted a sentence. He remained pensive for a moment. Then, he typed a new line. He hummed the refrain one last time and nodded, satisfied. He would sing this song alone, Luffy only joining him for the chorus. He needed to sing this song alone.   Law saved the file and closed the lid of his laptop. --- They still needed an agent so, after finishing working on his song, Law started searching for one.   Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin accompanied him while Roci kept working on their costumes. Luffy, too, decided to stay back: he hadn't had much time to learn Law's new song, and even if he would only sing the chorus he wanted to practise some more. Law wondered if Luffy understood how much that song was important for him and thus wanted to make a perfect performance. Sorry, he thought, knowing how Luffy felt about him.   “This place is huge!”   Penguin’s comment pulled Law out of his thoughts, and he surveyed his surroundings. That city was the main hub of the moon. The skyscrapers that soared against the starry night looked like buildings out of an ancient civilization, but they were made from glass and not blocks of stone. A giant bubble covered the city under a protective dome and shielded it from cosmic radiations, and at its outskirts, smaller bubbles encircled fields and farms. Factories were situated on the dark side of the moon and connected to the central hub by underground bullet train. During their stay there, Law had learned that water was scarce on the moon: there weren’t rivers, lakes, or seas, but people had been able to survive thanks to their advanced technology. Tiny humanoid robots took care of manual labour, so the citizens of the moon had plenty of free time. Unsurprisingly, upon learning that Law and his group were a rock band, they had immediately asked them to hold a concert.   “People of the moon do have wings, but they are small,” Bepo interrupted Law’s thoughts, sounding a bit disappointed. “They can't fly like that.”   “They don’t need wings to fly,” Shachi told him. “Can’t you see the floating vehicles above our heads?”   “It’s not the same.” Bepo pouted.   “But their wings are still fluffy at least,” Shachi insisted, clearly amused.   “Aye-Aye, they are fluffy.” Bepo nodded, smiling.   Law barely registered their silly conversation as he wondered how many marvellous things were waiting for him and Roci to discover. The thought of being able to experience all of that with him filled him with a happiness he had never felt before in his current of previous lives. --- Finding an agent turned out to be surprisingly easy. After talking with some local people, they met an extravagant man with sparkly, ambitious eyes—a foreigner probably, since he didn't have wings. Nevertheless, he had the right contacts, so they hired him.   The day of the concert arrived in no time, and now Law was staring, appalled, at the clothes and accessories displayed before him. “What. Are. These.” He managed to say after the first moment of shock.   “These? Your stage costume and accessories, of course!” Rocinante said with a big grin on his face.   Law glared at the black leather pants, the belt with a ridiculous-looking, heart-shaped buckle, the earrings, the rings, and the “shoes”. The shoes were the worst part: how was he supposed to sing and dance on those stilts?! Law put his hand to his face, sighing, and flung himself upon the armchair behind him.   “You’ll look great in them, Law!” Luffy exclaimed, looking at him like he usually looked at delicious meat—his favourite food.   Law felt a bit bad for him since he couldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but Luffy was a good person and had accepted Law's relationship with Roci without hesitation. Law sighed again and closed his eyes, massaging his temples with his thumbs.   “I love it!” Bepo cried next to him when Roci showed him his costume. Law glanced at it and was only able to distinguish a white fur-something.   “And these are for you,” Rocinante told Penguin and Shachi with a smiling face. Law straightened his back, ready to savour the horror on his friends’ faces, but they didn't react as he expected but just let out their breath in relief.   Law stood up to see their costumes closer and then frowned. “Why do their clothes look normal and they also have a shirt? Why can’t I wear a shirt too?!”   “It’s because you’re the star, my dear!” Rocinante beamed.   “But Luffy is the co-star, and yet he'll wear a shirt!” Law felt he was losing his sanity.   “It fits his look better,” Rocinante replied with a serious expression.   “…I give up.” Law threw his hands on the air and returned to his armchair. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time he appeared in public shirtless...Oh. He had just remembered about that. So, there were still parts of his past pirate life that he had not recalled yet. Ok, let’s go all out then. “Roci, I need you to paint my chest,” he said, trying not to blush.   At that, even Rocinante looked surprised. “What do you mean?”   “I mean a fake tattoo—nothing too complex, just some black ink.”   “Oh, I remember that!” Luffy chimed in.   Just perfect. Law wanted to disappear, but it wasn’t like his heart-shaped tattoo had been a mystery in his past life. He had walked around showing it on his bare chest like war painting when—no, he needed to stop thinking about that. Doflamingo wasn’t an enemy anymore. Now, we’re all free from our past.   “I…can draw it if you show me the design you’ve in mind,” Roci told him.   “Follow me.” Law stood up. “Just you,” he added when he saw the others moving too. That symbol on his chest had been his source of strength during his turbulent, painful past. More importantly, it had been a memento of his Cora-san. Only Rocinante could hear about it. --- When Law stepped out of his dressing room, he was welcomed by Penguin and Shachi’s barely held laughter and Luffy’s loud cheering. Bepo, instead, just looked at him with a worried expression.   Law sighed and tried a few slow steps on his heels. Thankfully, he was able to walk normally.   “You look fantastic,” Rocinante whispered, his eyes lingering on Law’s painted chest.   Law blushed. There were no secrets left between them: he literally wore his heart on his skin—his feelings for that man for all to see.   Now, he was ready to step on stage and scream his love for him. The white sea of clouds below me is spotless, I recall colourless roofs and skin now spotted, I recall cries and tears, smoke and flames, I recall being saved and then encaged. I remember falling on a pile of trash, I remember silence—and when it crashed. You always gave me strength Once, I was a child who lost his heart Once, I was a child who got your heart The waves are rolling and splashing before me, I recall blue oceans and endless adventures, I recall allies, friends, and their laughter, I recall legends, myths, and old treasures. I remember searching for the truth of my name, I remember crowning the very King of Pirates. You always gave me strength Once, I was a child who lost his heart Once, I was a child who got your heart The boundless sea of stars is sparkling above me, I recall worlds below and above the mountains, I recall the promise I exchanged with you, I recall black feathers, comfy and soft. I remember longing for you in the night, I remember you smiling for the last time. You always gave me strength Once, I was a child who lost his heart Once, I was a child who got your heart You always gave me strength Once, I was a child who lost his heart Once, I was a child who got your heart… A child no more, I give your heart back. [SOULMATE]

[wooyunhwa]

Genre: smut, fluff, humorous undertones

Pairing: barista!san & barista!wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: idk just a lot of smut scenes, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), minor pet play (san discovers he’s furry trash), threesome with san and wooyoung but they’re not gay for each other, mild food play (whipped cream) 

Synopsis: How do you choose between two cute baristas competing for your attention? The short answer: you don’t. 

A/N: This one starts wholesome and gets wild. I have a problem with writing San with a furry kink oops,, anyway there’s three separate smut scenes in this so strap in and enjoy the ride~ this was so much fun to write and I hope it’s just as fun to read! Comments are appreciated as always <3 

You paid for your coffee, taking your debit card back from the cashier with a polite nod and a “thank you.” He smiled warmly, flashing his brilliant teeth as he tore off the little piece of paper from the printer. 

“Receipt?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you replied. 

His name was San, which you knew from his nametag. You had come to that particular cafe enough that you were pretty familiar with everyone. You took it, smiling back at him. It could have been your imagination, but lately it seemed like his gaze had been lingering on you. He would make eye contact for a little longer than necessary when you ordered, or smile a little too much when handing you your coffee, or maybe not, and it was all just in your head. You kinda hoped it wasn’t, because he was really, really cute. 

You’d been coming to that coffee shop since earlier in the summer, sporadically at first, but midterms coming up meant you really had to buckle down on trying to tame your workload. You kinda regretted taking summer classes at first, but it was nice to have the coffee shop all to yourself in the evenings, unlike in the fall when it was packed with students. It was so quiet, in fact, that the employees had shut the lights off and almost closed up once when they hadn’t noticed you were still inside. It wasn’t strange for you to be the last customer left in the cafe, especially since you’d been staying late to study more often.

You set your laptop up in your usual spot—the corner seat with the outlet. It was cozy and out of the way, and relatively free of distractions. Well, relatively meaning there was still a very cute barista shooting glances your way, and you tried your best to keep your eyes glued to your screen as you typed out your essay for your literature class. But you couldn’t help but peek in his direction every now and then.

“Y/N?” a voice called. It was Wooyoung’s voice, not San’s. Wooyoung was the other cute barista who worked there, and honestly, you’d kinda had your eye on both of them for a while. It wasn’t unusual for them to be working at the same time, but most nights it was either one or the other. He gave you a sweet smile as you thanked him and took the cup back to your seat. 

Next to your name was a smiley face and some cute flower doodles, and you grinned at the fact that he’d gone out of his way to make your coffee cup look special. Wooyoung always drew a cute little design next to your name, sometimes including phrases like “have a good day!” or “you rock!” or even a short little joke. You often wondered if he did that for other customers, or if he was doing it to flirt with you. Which you kinda hoped was the case, to be honest. He had a playful, sexy charm about him, and you often wondered how a person could make an apron look so hot. 

The next day, you were working diligently when you noticed San slide into the empty seat across from you as you worked. You looked up from your coffee, startled, but moved your laptop out of the way to give him some room. 

“What’cha studying?” he asked, grinning as he leaned over to peek at your screen. 

“Oh—uh, just studying for midterms, nothing too exciting,” you said, taking a shy sip of your coffee. He was even more beautiful up close, his smile almost too dazzling for words. He ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, turning his head to glance out the window, and you marvelled at the cut of his jawline as he tipped his chin up slightly. He turned back, meeting your stare warmly. 

“Is it ok if I sit here? I can move, I don’t wanna bother you—“

“No, not at all!” you said a little too quickly. “Actually, I was just about to take a break from studying.”

“Oh, nice! I’m on break, too,” he said, a warm smile still plastered across his face. You tried your best not to stare, but it was futile. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said instinctively. 

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. I take your coffee order every day!” 

Your face felt red hot. Something about looking at how gorgeous he was made your brain short-circuit. 

“But while we’re introducing ourselves, I’m San,” he said seriously before breaking into a smile. He extended his hand for a cheesy handshake.Your heart fluttered a bit at how charming he was.

 “I know, I order coffee from you every day,” you teased back. 

You chatted for a while, exchanging flirtatious quips with each other. The time seemed to fly by and you noticed him glancing at the clock nervously. 

“Shit, I gotta get back to work,” he sighed, lifting himself up from the table, his toned arms flexing beneath the rolled sleeves of his button up. “But hey, here’s my number,” he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket smoothly and slid it across the table. “We should do something this weekend.”

You knew he was being flirtatious, but you didn’t expect him to actually make a move. You wouldn’t say you were unattractive, but this guy felt way out of your league.

You nodded a bit too enthusiastically, flashing a smile. “I’ll call you,” you said, holding the piece of paper up between your fingers. 

He winked, and nodded towards the bar. “You know where to find me.”

You found yourself at the cafe again the following night, as your workload never seemed to end. Last night, San had given you his number on his break, and you smiled as you got a text from him asking if you were free that weekend. You messaged back and forth for a bit, eventually settling on a plan to meet at a cat cafe on Saturday. 

San wasn’t working that night, but Wooyoung was, and you felt a little strange flirting with him after you’d already given San your number. But he probably didn’t know that, and it’s not like you were dating either of them, so why not? 

Wooyoung called your name when your coffee was ready, and you hopped out of your seat to grab it from the bar. To your surprise, there was no cup to be seen, and you looked up to see Wooyoung holding your drink in his hand with a mischievous smile. 

“Question,” he said. “Why did the coffee file a police report?” 

You looked at him in confusion, trying to come up with a response. 

“Because it was mugged!” he said, grinning at his joke. 

“Ha-ha,” you said sarcastically, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Are you holding my drink hostage?”

“Yes, would you like to hear the conditions?”

“Conditions?” you laughed, raising your eyebrows. 

“Mhm. One: I have another joke, and this time you have to laugh.” Wooyoung dangled the cup of coffee in his fingers, taunting you with it. 

“Ok, I’ll do my best. What’s the second condition?”

“Second condition: you have to text me,” he said, and he turned the cup to show you he’d written his number on one side, surrounded by hearts and winky faces. 

“Ok, deal,” you said, cheeks heating up as you saw the smile spread across his face. He was gorgeous, and undoubtedly charming, how could you say no?

“Alright, why did the hipster burn his tongue?” 

“Why?”

“He drank it before it was cool.” He pushed the cup across the bar to you, and you forced a laugh, taking it from his hand as he stuck his tongue out cheekily. 

You put his number in your phone, sending him a text with an equally cheesy joke you found off google. You heard him laugh when he read it, and you smiled as you continued to type out your essay. 

[Saturday, 4pm]

It was finally time for your first date, and you arrived at the cat cafe a few minutes early, eager in anticipation. You couldn’t help but think about how cute he was as you waited—you couldn’t believe he’d even asked you out in the first place. Let alone both of them. 

You heard him calling to you and you turned in the direction of his voice as he walked up to meet you by the entrance. “Hey, Y/N! I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” You shook your head reassuringly. “Shall we go inside? Pretty ladies first,” he said, opening the door for you and flashing you a flirtatious smile. 

You two were seated at your table, and immediately the cats took interest in you, rubbing on your legs and mewing. You admired him as he pet them lovingly. There was nothing more attractive than a man who loved animals. 

He ordered coffee and you opted for tea, and you both split a blueberry scone. The waitress came over with a small basket full of cat toys and accessories to play with, and you grabbed a handful, including a cute little headband with cat ears, which you slid on your head. You started playing with the cat toys when you noticed San’s eyes trained to you—specifically to the cheap cat ears on your head. 

He tipped his head to the side in thought. “Wow, you look really nice in those ears.” 

“Huh, these?” you said, gesturing to the cat ears. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” you teased jokingly. You noticed his face go red suddenly, and you couldn’t help but blush back. He was looking at you like you were the only other person in existence. 

“You never know,” he joked back, letting out a soft laugh and raising his eyebrow. He was so damn charming.

You spent the rest of the time playing with the kitties at the cafe, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how cute he was. He was the poster child for duality—his good looks were intimidating, and every time you saw him standing there with a straight face, he looked kind of scary, the kind of man you wouldn’t ever have the courage to approach. That is, until he flashed his intoxicating, dimpled smile of his, which immediately put you at ease, his eyes forming into cute crescents as he laughed. 

“Do you have any pets?” He asked, making light conversation as he dangled a toy in front of one of the kittens. 

“Not right now, my apartment doesn’t allow them,” you said dejectedly. “But I really want a dog when I move out.”

“Hey, I have a dog! He’s a Shiba, he’s super sweet. Everyone who meets him falls in love instantly,” he smiled, twirling the cat toy between his fingers. “You could come meet him if you want?” 

You blushed, flustered a bit at the idea of going to his place. But you two were really hitting it off, and you definitely didn’t want the day to end. You nodded eagerly. “I’d really like that.”

He flashed you another big smile, and you were entranced. How could he be so charming?

When you got to his apartment, he immediately introduced you to his dog, Shiber. You laughed at the unexpectedly literal name choice. 

“Shiber the Shiba?” you teased, and he laughed with you about it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a date go so well, and your cheeks hurt from the constant smiling. 

You ended up settling on the couch to watch a movie, but neither of you were paying attention. Your movie plans had devolved into you talking and laughing with the TV only acting as background noise for your conversation. At one point, your conversation reached its natural conclusion, and you had your eyes trained to his lips, signaling that you wanted him to make a move. He noticed immediately, and scooted himself as close as possible to you, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, like you hadn't just been begging him to with your eyes seconds before. You answered by pressing your lips to his softly, and he reciprocated fervently. You immediately tasted the faint lingering of coffee, and you smiled against his lips. What could be more fitting for a man you’d met at the coffee shop? 

As the kisses began to escalate in intensity, you swung your leg over his and planted yourself firmly in his lap. He pulled you in by the waist, his hands grasping at your shirt eagerly, and you pressed your hips down against his crotch. The sudden pressure caused his breath to hitch in his throat. 

“That feels so good,” he moaned against your lips. 

You took his words as motivation to grind yourself faster and harder against the hard mound growing underneath you, taking pleasure in the moans and grunts escaping him. He grasped hungrily at the fabric of your shirt, practically tearing it off of your body. You were taken aback by his sudden aggression, but welcomed his forwardness as he began kissing and sucking down your neck. 

You pulled back, slipping off of his lap, and planted your knees in the carpet. You began unzipping his pants, and he ran his fingers through your hair in anticipation. 

“Wait,” he said suddenly. You looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “I keep thinking about something… those cat ears from earlier looked so sexy on you.” 

“I told you you had a cat kink,” you said with a chuckle. 

“I can’t stop thinking about making you my pet. You’d just look so good in ears and a collar,” he said, eyes darkening as he marveled at the sight of you kneeling before him. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so much deeper now, dripping with lust.

“Well you do have a dog,” you joked lightly.

A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, and he quickly got up and rustled around in the other room for something. When he came back you were still in the same position, and he knelt behind you, leaning in close. 

“Wanna be my pet?” he whispered in your ear, and you giggled, thinking he was still joking. 

“Sounds fun,” you responded.

You were met with the feeling of a vice being tightened around your neck. He was serious? “I’ve always wanted to try something like this,” he mused in your ear, clicking the collar together. “Turn around,” he demanded, and his sudden commanding tone had you melting at his feet. You liked when he was cute, but you might have liked this side of him even more. 

You wasted no time getting your lips around his cock. It was picturesque in every way, and you wanted to savor it. His hands tangled in your hair as he held back from thrusting himself into you, and you took him as deeply as you could into your mouth. You took his dick enthusiastically, pressing your tongue firmly against it as you hollowed your cheeks to suck. You hummed against him, and you felt his fingers tense in your hair as he bucked his hips up needily. You glanced up at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his pleasured expression. The view from beneath him was incredible, and it gave you a chance to marvel at the curve of his jaw from below. “Fuck...” he moaned. You pulled back for a moment to take a breath, your saliva connecting at the tip of his cock, and he let out a pleased sigh at the lewd display. “Good girl,” he praised, patting the top of your head softly. It was cute and hot at the same time, and you didn’t know how that was even possible, but he pulled it off effortlessly.

You resisted the urge to joke around with him—you weren’t in a position to kink shame. 

As he patted your head, you noticed something glistening on the floor next to you. A leash?

“What, are you gonna leash me up now?” you asked playfully, glancing up at him from your submissive position. 

“Well, yeah. I am.” His lips drew up into a devilish smirk as he retrieved the leash from beside you and hooked it on the collar around your neck. You had never done anything like this before, and you couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You let out a small whimper as he tugged at the chain, testing your reaction. He wrapped his hand around the end of the leash a few times before yanking it gently, drawing you up to your feet. Even though it started as a joke, he was really getting into it, and you couldn’t lie, you were too. 

His finger dragged along the edge of the collar. “God, you look so good in this thing. Come to bed with me.” You wanted to, not that you really had a choice in the matter as he led you by the chain to his bed. 

He shoved you down forcefully onto your stomach, but you bounced back gently against the soft mattress. He slipped off your panties, bringing a finger down between your legs to sample your wetness. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one with a cat kink here,” he teased, pushing one finger inside. It slipped in effortlessly, and you let out a whine at the stimulation. He teased in and out with his finger torturously, twisting it inside you, every so often pushing against your clit to watch you squirm. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. “San, Jesus Christ, just fuck me.”

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed in slowly at first before bottoming out inside of you. He tugged your collar as he pulsed his dick inside you, tugging at your collar, causing you to let out a soft choked moan against the pressure. He grabbed your hips hungrily, pulling your hips back against him impatiently. 

He started to pick up the pace, thrusting rhythmically, one hand holding the leash and the other fisted in your hair. You were entirely overwhelmed in the best way possible. “Harder,” you urged, and his thrusts followed your orders. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation of him inside you, and of course, the high you got from the collar choking around your neck. He pulled out of you and released himself on your lower back with heavy labored breaths. Your body gave out beneath you, causing you to collapse on the bed, waiting for him to bring back a cool cloth to clean you up with. 

After you both had collected yourselves, you flopped into the soft sheets of San’s bed. He sunk into the sheets next to you, and you rolled over to swing a tired arm around his chest.

“Well that was… memorable,” you giggled, and he laughed with you, still riding a high from your orgasm. 

“So I made a good impression?” he joked. 

You melted into his touch as he traced his fingers down your back. You nuzzled your head into the warm crook of his neck, finally starting to feel a bit drowsy from your wild night. 

“Yeah, you made a great one.”

[Sunday, 9pm]

The buzzer went off in the laser tag arena, signaling the start of the game. Everyone scattered, artificial gun sounds filling the room as you ducked for cover. Glowing barrels leaking “toxic waste” littered the dark room, and you dove behind one, dodging enemy fire with a nimble slide. 

Wooyoung spotted you as you poked your head over the top of the barrel, and he pursued you with a grin, weapon poised to shoot. Lasers discharged from his gun, aiming for the target at the center of your chest, and you squealed and scrambled away.

He chased you, running a full circle around the barricade, and you turned on your heels, shooting him square in the chest. Wooyoung gasped in mock-offense, and you ran away as he raised his gun again. He had insisted on playing for the opposing team so he could whoop your ass, but so far you were winning. 

You chased each other around like that for a while, giggling and shooting lasers at each other, ignoring the other players in favor of your own flirty warfare. He landed a particularly well-placed shot at your gun, and it made a sad little noise and died, lights flickering as it disabled. 

Wooyoung smirked, backing you into a corner, cut off from all the other players by an artificially dilapidated wall. 

“You’re weaponless,” he laughed, nodding his head toward your defunct toy gun. He pressed closer, causing your back to hit the wall, and he brought a hand up to it to cage you there. 

“Please, spare me!” you giggled, your faces just inches apart. Your heart began to beat faster as he leaned in, sliding his arm around your waist, pulling your body against his. 

“Not this time,” he said, and pressed your lips together. You dropped your gun, letting it fall to the carpet as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, reciprocating the kiss. 

Wooyoung pressed you firmly against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours with a soft sigh. You got way too into it, completely forgetting where you were as the kiss grew more and more heated. His hands came down to squeeze your ass, pulling you even closer against his body, and you were about ready to fuck him right then and there before the buzzer went off once more, snapping you back to reality. 

You both pulled back, startled, then burst into laughter. As you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but stare. He had a beautiful smile, and a contagious laugh that had you doubled over for a second time. 

“We should probably go before they kick us out,” you said breathlessly, picking your gun up from the floor. 

“It was just getting good, too,” he pouted, pulling you in for another quick kiss before leading the way back to the gear room. 

You hung up your vests and put yours guns back, and you were grabbing your purse from the locker when you felt Wooyoung come up behind you. He slid his hands over your waist and leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was around, but you were the last two there, since it had taken you the longest to return. 

“What’s my prize for winning?” he asked, his lips just barely brushing against your neck. 

“Oh, there was a prize?” you teased, and turned around to face him. He had mischief all over his face, and you kinda just wanted to pull him in and pick up where you left off in the arena. 

As if thinking the same thing, he leaned in, pressing your back against the lockers as he sealed your lips together.  The kiss was even more heated than before, and you let your hands wander over his shirt, across the plane of his chest, moving downward to give him a teasing squeeze to the front of his jeans. He groaned against your lips, pulling back just enough to give you a sly smile. 

“Just can’t wait, huh?”

“So what if I can’t?” you said against his lips, and he pressed you harder against the lockers. 

“Dirty, I like it. You want my dick that bad?” 

“Mm, maybe,” you laughed, and he captured your lips again, sliding his hands down to your hips. 

“Why does home have to be so far away,” he whined playfully. 

“I mean… they have a bathroom.” You were joking, but then again, were you?

“A bathroom?” he raised his eyebrows, surprised and also quite impressed at your suggestion. “What goes on in that little head of yours?”

“I guess you’ll see,” you said, grabbing his wrist, sliding out from underneath him to lead him into the single occupant bathroom down the hall. It was pretty late, and most of the employees were up front, so you were able to slip into the bathroom together without being seen. You flipped the lock, pushing Wooyoung against the heavy door as it slammed shut. 

You kissed him hard, palming the bulge forming in his jeans, reveling in the way he moaned against your lips. You were on a roll—two hot baristas in one weekend? You felt a little guilty agreeing to both dates at first, but who could blame you? 

The heart wanted what the heart wanted. Well, maybe not your heart so much...

You sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact as you worked his belt open and pulled down the zipper on his jeans, and he helped you slide his boxers down enough to let his dick spring free. 

You wrapped your hand around his length, jerking it a few times until he bit his lip and tipped his head back against the door. You were in the mood to tease him, for some reason, and it was working. You planted a tiny kiss to the head of his cock, and you heard him sigh above you. 

“Stop torturing me.” 

You giggled, giving the tip of his dick another small peck. Slowly, you wrapped your lips around it, giving the slit a little flick with your tongue, and he groaned in the back of his throat. You took more of it, letting it sink deeper into your mouth, curling your hand around what you couldn’t fit. 

You sucked hard, cheeks hollowing out as you bobbed your head, forming a steady rhythm as you began jerking him off as well. A particularly well-executed twisting motion had him cursing aloud, and you pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected to your lip. 

“Shh, quiet!” you stage-whispered up at him, grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“C’mere,” Woouoing said as he pulled you up, giving you a quick kiss before spinning you around. “Hands on the counter.” 

“But it’s wet,” you whined, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser to mop up the water. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” Wooyoung teased, flipping your skirt up to give you a sudden smack on the ass. You yelped, partially because of the smack, partially because your elbows were resting in a puddle of cold water. 

You watched him in the mirror as he massaged your ass, momentarily in his own world as he admired it. You wiggled your hips to pull him back to reality. 

He slid a hand between your legs, rubbing over the crotch of your panties, watching your face in the mirror as he added more pressure and started teasing circles over your clit with his fingers. You whined, breathy and needy, and you watched his face light up into a smirk in the mirror.

He slid your panties down, the thin fabric falling around your ankles. He pulled his wallet out of his jeans, retrieving a condom from between the bills. He ripped it open with his teeth, spitting the torn plastic onto the floor as he rolled the condom onto his cock. 

Wooyoung lined his cock up with your pussy, dragging it along your wet folds, and it slid in easily. You bit your lip as he slipped it in, pushing in slowly with a groan. He started off slow at first, then quickly picked up the pace, falling into a fast rhythm as he fucked you. 

You didn’t even care that the counter was wet anymore. You clawed at it with your fingernails, scratching against the sink as he fucked you harder, and it was becoming difficult to silence the cries that spilled from your mouth. 

“Fuck, harder,” you whined, and he obliged. The wet sound of his cock fucking into you echoed in the small, single-person bathroom, and you wondered if people could hear from outside. Not that you really cared at that moment. 

You were in heaven, not in a grimy public bathroom. At least, that’s what it felt like. His thrusts grew faster, and he slid a hand around your front to stroke his fingers over your clit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out, and your other hand slipped forward and accidentally set off the automatic soap dispenser, depositing foam all over the back of your hand. 

“Fuck, shit,” you said, and you both started cracking up as you shook your hand, splattering foamy soap all over the mirror. 

Tears welled up in your eyes from laughing so hard, but it wasn’t long before your laughter turned to moans again as fucked you faster, giving a few broken thrusts as he finished, groaning as he buried his cock to the hilt. 

Wooyoung let his sweaty forehead fall against your back, panting out laughter as you wiped your soapy hand against his arm. 

“Someone definitely heard us,” he said, and you hummed in agreement. 

He pulled out, snapping the condom off and tying it up before slingshotting it into the trash can with impressive accuracy. You were busy using toilet paper to wipe down your crotch when a sudden knock on the door made you both freeze. 

Wooyoung mouthed oh shit! as you clamped a hand around your mouth to muffle your laughter. 

“Just a minute!” he called at the door, and you both cleaned up as fast as you could, bursting into a new round of laughter every time you made eye contact. 

Good thing you’d chosen to go with the adults only time slot for your laser tag date. 

In the days following your two dates, you still attended the coffee shop as regularly as you had before. You couldn’t seem to focus anywhere else. Things were relatively normal, but any time Wooyoung and San happened to be working together on the same day, you didn’t know how to speak to one without exposing yourself to the other, so you opted for no flirting at all, pretending instead to be too preoccupied with your studies. It was probably suspicious, how cold you acted to them when they were working together, but you didn’t want to seem like you were flirting with one and not the other.

It was Friday, and you were engaged in a particularly intense study session, and in your focused state, the time seemed to slip away without warning. You glanced up to realize the sun had set completely, meaning it’d soon be time for the cafe to close. It was just you, Wooyoung and San left in the cafe now, who were the only ones working the evening closing shift that night. You gathered up your things quickly, trying to leave without making much of a scene. You still felt awkward around the both of them when they were together, not knowing how to approach the delicate situation. 

As you were walking out the door, an arm came down and blocked your exit. 

“Don’t leave just yet.” It was San’s voice, and you turned to see him looking at you with a strange expression. You were the last one left in the store, so he was obviously addressing you. He kept his arm out to block your path. You looked at him in confusion. 

“So I was talking with Wooyoung, and both of us happened to hook up with a cute regular over the weekend. Turns out, it was the same one.”  

You shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, not knowing what to make of the awkward situation. Was he mad? You peeked up at him to gauge his expression, but to your surprise, he was smiling. “Oh, uh…” was all you could say. 

You glanced over your shoulder, and Wooyoung had sat down at one of the tables in the middle of the cafe, leaning nonchalantly back into his seat. 

“Come on, let’s have a chat,” San said, and for some reason his tone sent shivers down your spine. You swallowed, San’s hands on your shoulders spinning you around and guiding you to the table where Wooyoung was sitting. Neither of them seemed particularly upset, which made you even more confused on why they were confronting you about it in the first place. 

You sat down at one side of the table, and San joined, both of them facing you. You set your bag on the floor and placed your hands in your lap, feeling like you were in trouble. 

“Alright, spill. Who was better?” Wooyoung said bluntly. 

“Who was—huh?” you said, gaping at the unexpected question. 

Wooyoung threw San a glance, like there was an inside joke you were missing. “C’mon, we just wanna know. We have a bet going, so who was better?” 

“No way, I’m not answering that!” you laughed indignantly. San made a pouty face at you. 

“I think it was me,” Wooyoung said, crossing his arms. “I kicked your ass at laser tag and you loved it.”

“Hell no! Cat cafe totally wins,” San whined. 

“C’mon, you wish you’d thought of laser tag. Just admit it.” 

“Ok, fine, laser tag is pretty cool,” San sighed. “But you don’t have a cute dog like I do.” 

“I don’t need a cute dog, I’m already cute enough as it is,” Wooyoung said, making a cutesy gesture with his hands around his face at you. You and San both rolled your eyes. 

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself,” San said dryly, and Wooyoung gave him a playful shove. “Ok, laser tag or cat cafe?” he asked you seriously. 

“I can’t pick,” you said, which was the truth. They were both fun, how could you possibly pick the superior date?

“Making out in a laser tag arena or… cat hair up your nose. Tough choice.” Wooyoung pretended to seriously mull over the question. 

“Uh, how ‘bout… sexy kittycat with a leash, or disgusting public bathroom?” San shot back at him. 

“I’m not saying public bathrooms aren’t gross, but that’s why it’s hot,” Wooyoung shrugged, confident with his answer. 

You covered your face with your hands, mortified to be having this conversation. “Do we have to be having this discussion?” you groaned. 

“Yes!” they said in unison, like cartoon characters. 

“Which of us was the better lay?” Wooyoung demanded.

“Not telling!” you hmph’d, crossing your arms petulantly. 

“I put a dog collar on you, so obviously me,” San said, hitting the table like a lawyer who’d just won his case. 

“You did help San discover his furry kink—,” 

“I’ll kill you.”

“—But my dick is bigger.”

“No it isn’t!” 

They both looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to settle it. You made a gesture indicating that your lips were sealed. You wondered how long they planned on arguing for. 

“I think there’s only one way to settle this,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly. 

What, were they about to whip their dicks out and measure them? 

“You fuck both of us.” Didn’t you do that already? “...Right now.” Oh. 

“Deal,” you said a little too quickly. You couldn’t choose anyway, so wasn’t it the perfect solution?

“Wow, fast answer,” San commented, and you blushed a little at his call-out. “Don’t forget, the bet is still on,” he called over his shoulder as he got up to lock the door and draw the blinds over the windows. 

“And I’m so winning it,” Wooyoung said as he scooped you up from your chair, carrying you honeymoon-style to the bar and depositing you onto the counter. San flipped a few of the lights off as he came back, keeping just enough of them on so that it wasn't completely dark. 

Wooyoung disappeared for a second, ducking down to retrieve something from the fridge underneath the counter. He popped back up with a canister of whipped cream, then threw his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. He sprayed a line of whipped cream along his neck, tipping his chin up to give you the most access. He leaned in, caging you against the counter with his arms. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for your move. 

You kissed along his neck, scooping up the whipped cream with your tongue and tasting the sugar on his skin. You licked it clean, and glanced up at San, who rolled his eyes and grabbed the can from Wooyoung’s hand. Not to be bested, he sprayed some directly into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so. 

He leaned on the counter next to you, and you hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, leaning over Wooyoung’s shoulder to kiss him. You slid your tongue into his mouth, lapping up the whipped cream as he smirked against your lips. 

Wooyoung scoffed as he kissed along your neck, pulling back to utter a brief but sarcastic “wooow.” His hands came up to feel underneath your shirt, pushing it up to your shoulders, ducking his head to pull your bra down with his teeth. He brought his mouth to your nipple, licking and sucking on it, and you moaned against San’s lips. His thumb traced circles along your skin, and you wanted more. 

San moved a hand between your legs, giving your thigh a quick squeeze before dipping under your skirt and brushing his fingers over the crotch of your panties. He used just enough pressure to have you squirming, determined to be the one to make you moan. You felt like the luckiest girl alive, having these two hot baristas competing over you. 

San slid your panties off, dropping them to the floor. He teased his thumb over your clit, and you arched your back, threading your fingers into Wooyoung’s hair. He gave a soft moan against your breast, then raised his head, stealing you from San as he locked you in a heated kiss. 

You felt the press of San’s fingers as he slipped them inside you, dragging them in and out as you moaned into Wooyoung’s mouth. You raised your arms so Wooyoung could take your shirt off, and he worked on your bra next. San’s fingers moved faster as Wooyoung brushed your nipples with his thumbs, and you had no idea who was winning at this point. 

You tipped your head back, moaning loudly as San fucked you with his fingers, and Wooyoung sucked along the curve of your neck, teeth scraping along the sensitive skin. Suddenly, Wooyoung brought a hand up to your face, brushing his fingers along your lips, and you opened them, letting him dip two fingers into your mouth. You sucked, letting your tongue drag between them, and both of them watched you hungrily, eyes full of desire. 

“Alright, how ‘bout this?” Wooyoung said, pulling back. You looked at him in confusion, and San slipped his fingers out to see what he was about to do. Wooyoung worked his belt open, sliding his pants down enough to free his dick. It sprang free, and he grabbed the canister again, spraying whipped cream in a line along his cock. 

“Gross,” San muttered to himself as you hopped off the counter, getting on your knees in front of Wooyoung. 

You gave the tip of his dick a tiny lick, laughing as a little puff of whipped cream stuck to your nose. He wiped it off with his finger, then licked it off with a smirk. You dragged your tongue along his cock, kissing and sucking off the whipped cream as you worked your way down the shaft. He gave a satisfied moan, petting your hair as you licked it clean. 

"Let's take this to the couch," Wooyoung said, and San agreed with a nod. 

San guided you to a small carpeted area with a couch and a few chairs, draping you over the arm of the couch as he slid beneath you, grabbing your hips and lining you up with his mouth. He took a few tentative licks. “Mm, you taste so good,” he moaned against you. 

Wooyoung moved in front of you, and you took him in your mouth eagerly, twisting the base of his dick with your hands as you sucked. He let out a few pleasured groans, signaling that he wanted more. 

Pleasure swelled inside of you as San began circling your clit with his tongue. You moaned around Wooyoung’s cock, sending vibrations up the shaft that had him biting his lip. You let your tongue circle the head of his cock, distracted by San as he upped the intensity. 

Soon enough you were grinding against his face, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s hip as you jerked him off, moaning as San slid his fingers into you once again. 

You brought the tip of Wooyoung’s cock back into your mouth, bobbing your head over his length. You pulled off as you felt your climax growing, Wooyoung’s hand stroking your hair as you rode San’s face. San sucked hard on your clit as he fucked you with his fingers, and you cried out as you came, bucking your hips against his face involuntarily. 

San kissed all the way down your inner thigh as he slid out from under you, a subtle smirk on his face that indicated he thought he was winning so far. You caught your breath, moving to the center of the couch to make room for the guys. San swiveled to face you, his cock in front of your face as Wooyoung’s hands found their way to your ass. 

You repositioned yourself to all fours, waiting expectantly to feel Wooyoung’s cock push into you. In front of you, San tipped your chin up to meet his gaze, his lips pulling into a sinister smirk. He pushed his thumb against your lip, dragging it down slightly, then hooked two fingers in your mouth, pulling it open to accept his eager cock. 

As if they had conspired, Wooyoung slid the tip of his dick inside of you at the same time that San pushed his against your lips. Your head rushed with bliss at the sudden overwhelming sensation of being taken from both ends. You moaned deeply, sending vibrations against San’s dick as Wooyoung pushed fully into you.

“Look at me,” San cooed, resting one hand under your chin, the other wrapped tightly in your hair. You lifted your gaze up, maintaining eye contact with him as he gently rocked against the roof of your mouth. “Good girl.” You heard Wooyoung scoff as San sang your praises. They fought for your attention as San maintained eye contact, but Wooyoung’s thrusts behind you had you seeing stars. Wooyoung’s hands clamped your ass, digging his nails in as he squeezed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as you were—you could tell from their moans harmonizing beautifully as they shared you, and your mind short-circuited trying to focus just on one or the other. 

“That’s a good girl… just like that, princess,” San purred, holding your chin as you sucked and licked at his dick enthusiastically.

“Can you shut up,” Wooyoung groaned, making a fake gagging noise. “I don’t wanna hear your voice right now.”

San smirked in amusement as he continued sliding in and out of your mouth. You wondered how much fun he must be having making Wooyoung gag like that. 

You pressed your tongue firmly on San’s shaft as you sucked, and he bit his lip, holding back stifled moans. Behind you, Wooyoung’s thrusts grew more aggressive as he sunk his nails into your ass. “Fuck,” Wooyoung grunted, giving one final thrust before pulling out hastily, cursing as he finished. Warm liquid dripped slowly down the curve of your back as you turned your attention back to San, who was nearing his tipping point. You focused all your efforts on his dick, sucking mercilessly until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out, painting your face with hot streaks of cum. You stuck your tongue out to catch some, and the rest dribbled down your cheeks and chin. He smiled, petting your hair softly. 

“What a good kitty, lapping up my milk,” he said, making direct eye-contact with Wooyoung, who immediately gagged. 

“Are you trying to make me sick right now? If I hadn’t cum already my boner would be dead.” San laughed, cherishing Wooyoung’s disgust. “Just having a little fun. I know how to show my girl a good time.”

“My girl,” Wooyoung corrected.

You took pleasure in listening to them fight over you. You knew they were going to ask you who was better, but you really couldn’t decide in this moment. You honestly kind of wanted both. But right now you were more worried about the sticky liquid threatening to drip on the cafe’s couch.

“Guys, stop. Can someone get me a towel or something?” you asked. Hearing your voice, they both stopped bickering and trained their eyes on you, eyes growing wide as they realized you were still draped over the arm of the couch, cum dripping slowly down your sides. 

“Shit! Sorry,” Wooyoung said as he scrambled to locate the nearest towel. Wooyoung got you cleaned up, and you all searched for your haphazardly discarded clothing scattered around the cafe.

“Pretty sure that violated like, every food safety rule,” San joked as he buttoned his shirt back up. 

“Yikes, you’re right. Maybe we should throw that whipped cream away,” Wooyoung said, pretending to cringe. You laughed, shuddering at the idea of them using it for people’s drinks after such… unprofessional activities.  Wooyoung came and stood next to you, crossing his arms. “So, who won?”