#that was so good and they were also the only place to get L&Ms which r the cheapest cogarettes ($3 a pack back then)

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training wheels | k.h.j

pairing : Professor!Hongjoong x innocent!reader ft!Wooyoung

♡₊˚( wrote this listening to ‘training wheels’ by Melanie Martinez)

summary: Too innocent for your own good, your professor's little hidden crush only grows the more he could spend time with you. You were so pure before his eyes. A sweet young woman who deserves the sweetest kind of love but still had trouble in paradise with her boyfriend…but he’ll be there for you. After all, he only wants what’s best for you and to protect you.

wc: 10.7k

cw: University AU, smut, coquette-ish fem!innocent reader, virgin reader, slightly older Hongjoong, manipulation, obsessive stalker-ish behavior, yandere behavior, corruption kink, cheating , frat boy behavior from Maknae line, oral!male receiving, there'll be more spice in the next part

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n: hello so it’s been awhile and this has been cooling in my drafts for so long. Special thanks to @songmingisthighs for helping me whenever I’m stuck with writing and for being one of my favourite persons on this app 😭i wanted to write something that isn’t apart of the Sway With Me universe just for a change and a breather ( I hope you guys don’t mind that). I just wanted to write.

- this is will be a two part series!

READ CONTENT WARNING BEFORE READING!

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE, OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE ANY OF MY WORK HERE. I DO NOT NOR WILL ALLOW IT.

Note: Hongjoong is a couple years older but he’s still young for a professor. Maknae Line is in their last year of Uni and is part of the University’s Varsity baseball team.Y /N is innocent ( smh). Kinda coquettish vibes but yuh, sweet girl.

The rain storming outside made anxiety bubble in your chest as you clutched your laptop bag and books tight. You glanced at your phone, the bright red bar of the little battery icon glaring at you. That just made your situation even worse and it didn’t help that the last message you saw was the reason you were stranded here in the first place.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. The team meeting is going overtime tonight. Get home safe. Please message me when you’re home.”

You waited for him. You should be angry at him but instead, you were only heartbroken and sad that he didn’t keep his word. You were frustrated that you couldn’t even hate him the slightest bit for forgetting to pick you up and the sudden downpour was just the cherry on top.

“Ms. L/N, is that you?”

That voice. That familiar tone that you heard every Monday and Wednesday from 8 am til 10 am. The voice that made your Art Appreciation lecture so interesting that you’re excited to come early every morning to learn sounded from behind you.

You turned around and quickly bowed your head in his direction out of respect.

“Mr.Kim.”

The young professor frowned at your presence.

“It is you. What are you still doing here?” He asked, extending his arm a bit to glance at his silver watch. “It’s almost 11 pm.”

“I-It started raining…” was all you could say. You couldn’t nor want to admit to your university professor the real reason why you were stranded on campus.

“Indeed…,” he gently grasped your arm and pulled you into the covered shade of the hall. “Do you need a ride home, Ms. L/N? I was just about to leave and go home but I can drop you off at the nearest bus stop or if you’d like, your home.”

His offer made your heart melt. Mr. Kim Hongjoong has always been so kind and sweet to his students. He has always shown such care and patience to their studies and well-being, and as the many girls in your classroom would whisper amongst each other, he was also very handsome. Which was a fact everyone in the whole campus knew.

“I don’t want to be of a hassle to you, Sir. I can wait for the rain to stop.” You tried to kindly turn down his offer, not wanting to bother him but also you felt it was inappropriate for a student to be in any proximity to a professor alone.

“Ms. L/N, it’s late and the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. I assure you it is not a bother to take you home. I’ll be worried if I just left you here.”

He was right. Both about the rain and the time, and you’re never out this late. Well at least not alone and it made you antsy. Mr. Kim looked at you with so much care in dark brown eyes that it felt impossible to say no to his kind offer.

“O-okay.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the passenger seat of your professor's fancy car.

You looked around subtly observing the luxurious interior of the vehicle. It smelled like new leather and Mr. Kim’s cologne. Your phone buzzed breaking your little observation as Mr. Kim typed in the location of your apartment into his phone GPS.

“Baby? Are you home? Please let me know.” The text message notification shone brightly.

You let out a little sigh.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but notice your rather wilted demeanor. He looked over you in the corner of his eye as he started the car. Little did you know, he was admiring your look today. You didn’t have class with him on Fridays so seeing today was rather…refreshing. Baby pink always looked so pretty on you, he thought to himself. Your blouse almost had a ballet-like aesthetic to it, it wrapped around your torso so elegantly and gently accentuated your curves. It was matched with a very pretty flowy white skirt that wasn’t too short nor too long, and there was a thin pink ribbon in your hair, the finishing touch to your very sweet ensemble. You always dressed so cute.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/N?” He asked his voice so calm and gentle that it calmed your silent frustration.

“Not really…” you muttered your gaze down at the hem of your skirt, your books, and your laptop sleeve on your lap.

The defeated expression you wore made the older man’s heartache for you. He didn’t like to see you like this. You were like a ray of gentle sunshine whenever you entered his classroom, a doe in a beautiful blooming field of flowers that radiated warmth that made anyone and everyone around you comfortable and calm. It was odd to see you like this.

“If you want to talk about it I’m all ears,” he offered with a smile, reaching behind the head of your passenger seat and glancing behind as he reversed up his car from the parking lot.

Your heart raced at the gesture. You didn’t know what about it was making you feel all flustered and small. His kind words and warm tone made it hard to keep your emotions in. Maybe you can just tell him…a little bit.

“I waited for my boyfriend to pick me up…but he didn’t come.” You murmured, heart aching as you said those words.

Hongjoong’s heart dropped, and he raised a brow at what you just said. Your boyfriend didn’t show up?

“I know I shouldn’t be so upset…it’s just he promised. I understand he has obligations to his team…I just feel like he forgot about me.”

Your sweet voice was so small. Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to soothe you and reassure you. Underneath all of that, he was bubbling with irritation. He kept a softened and caring expression on his face as he listened to you, gripping the stirring wheel to hide his annoyance.

“I-I’m sorry to hear that,” he said so sympathetically. “You’re such a sweet girl to be so understanding of your boyfriend. If I remember correctly your boyfriend is…”

“Wooyoung.” You whispered his name, your lips between your teeth as you tried to hold back your disappointed tears and hurt.

Hongjoong’s jaw tightened.

Right.

Jung Wooyoung.

“Ah…yes. The university’s baseball star.” He was also a student in one of his classes. A heartthrob along with his best friend and Baseball Vice Captain, Choi San.

“I’ll feel better when I get home and sleep it off.” You didn’t want to talk about him forgetting to pick you up any longer.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Ms. L/N, how long have you been together?” He asked, hoping his question was not so out of the blue as he continued to drive.

“Almost three months now, Mr. Kim.” You replied, the idea of being with Wooyoung for so long making you a little happy despite tonight’s disappointment.

Lucky bastard. “Oh, that’s very recent.”

“I know…but he’s very sweet to me. He takes care of me and he really makes me happy.” You listed the good things that always made your heart flutter. Your sweet loving boyfriend who had pursued you and never pushed for anything you weren’t ready for. If you were to describe your relationship with Wooyoung, it was like the love you see in the movies.

“That’s good to hear. You’re one of my sweetest students and I’d be worried if you weren’t happy,” Hongjoong smiled, earning the reaction he wanted and expected from someone as innocent as you.

Your pretty eyes widened at his words and you looked even shyer. He wondered if that’s why your boyfriend was attracted to you.

You didn’t know what to say but there was a small smile on your face when he called you one of his sweetest students.

“Thank you, sir.”

Sir.

Hongjoong’s night was getting better than he could ever imagine. First, the surprise of seeing you still on campus alone as he left, then you accepting his offer to drive you home, and now, Sir? For a long time, he loved how that name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.

“I’m sure your boyfriend feels really guilty about not having shown up. Sometimes these things happen.” Hongjoong tried to reassure you, not really wanting to defend the University senior you were seeing but he needed to say what you wanted or needed to hear.

You take his words as it is. He was older than you so he knew about these things more than you. He was wiser. He was right, these things do happen. Wooyoung did apologize too. So maybe it’s not as bad as you were making it out to be.

Hongjoong noticed how you sat up a little, no longer sulking so cutely in the passenger seat. He smirked a little to himself, his eyes on the road. Did you trust his words that much? Was that how much power he had over you?

You were too innocent it concerned him.

You were truly a doe in a field of flowers. So pretty and so completely oblivious to the wolves hiding in the tall grass. He was sure your boyfriend was one of them and that he too had a deep dark desire for your innocence.

“Is this your place?” He pulled up outside an apartment complex, people passing by in the street as he looked up at the building observing it.

“Yes, it is!” You chirped, happy that you were able to get home safely and it was all thanks to your kind and sweet professor. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kim. I really appreciate it. I really cannot thank you enough…and talking to you made me feel better. I’m really lucky that you were here tonight.”

Hongjoong smiled, holding back from reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t want to scare you away.

“If you ever find yourself in any kind of trouble, Ms. L/N, you can come to me okay? Here,” he reached into his pocket, getting his card but writing down his personal phone number in the back of it before holding it your way.

Like he expected you didn’t think much of it, what a sweet girl.

“Mr. Kim you’re so kind.” You took the pretty name card with his phone number in the back. “I don’t get into trouble but I appreciate this. Thank you.”

“Let me help you get inside, okay?” He got out of his car with an umbrella, going over to your side to open the passenger seat door and to hold the umbrella over you and him so that he could escort you to your apartment lobby.

You stepped out of the car and blushed when you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders to gently guide you to the sidewalk and your apartment lobby. He made sure you were dry and safe and also took note of how an access card is needed to get in. He was glad you lived somewhere so safe.

You thanked him again, unable to look him in the eyes because the warm smile on his face was making your heart flutter.

“Now I can go home without worrying if you got back safe,” he lightheartedly teased, making you giggle. He was such a kind person. “Take care of yourself, Ms. L/N. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Enjoy your weekend, Sir.” You bowed your head respectfully, appreciating how handsome he was in his coat and suit. It made him look like a character from the dramas you see on television.

Monday rolled around quicker than you thought while Hongjoong found the weekend went by agonizingly slow. As he set up his laptop in the lecture hall as other students filed in, he couldn’t help but anticipate your arrival. He kindly smiled and greeted the students who had the energy to wish him a good morning, he even kept glancing at your seat that was still empty.

Were you not well? Did you catch a cold over the weekend from the rain on Friday night?

“You really didn’t have to walk me, Woo.”

Your gentle soft voice made the professor perk up and his heart race a little. Subtly, he glanced at the door, more students entering but behind them in the hall was you.

“Hey, I still feel guilty about not having picked you up on Friday. I’m gonna make it up to you.” Wooyoung placed his hand on your waist, feeling the soft fabric of your skirt. “You’re too nice if you’re just gonna let me off the hook. I’m gonna be extra attentive, okay baby?”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at the young dark-haired boy, his varsity jacket telling everyone that passed who he was and the status he had in the university. He zeroed in on the hand on your waist, Wooyoung’s thumb caressing you gently and his fingers even playing with the cute ribbons on your skirt.

“O-okay,” you blushed, trying to fight back the giddy smile that was forming on your face.

Wooyoung grinned at your response and glanced left and right before pulling you closer til you were pressed against him. Your wide eyes looked up at him in surprise and you got your body tingling when both his hands rested on your waist.

Your fluster only made your handsome boyfriend grin even more with that twinkle in his eyes that always made you feel special.

“You have a nice day, okay?” He whispered and before you could respond, without a care in the world and with no shame if any other student passing would see, he leaned down and kissed your glossed lips.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks. This was different from the soft pecks and quick kisses he’d give, these were the kisses you liked from him. The deep ones that made your head feel all hazy. The one that made heat pool in your lower belly.

Wooyoung pulled back and pressed another kiss on your forehead. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“O-okay.” You murmured, feeling everyone’s curious eyes on both of you and wanting to remain hidden by Wooyoung’s form.

Wooyoung smiled and then licked his lips. “Oh? Strawberry?”

The mention of your flavored lip gloss made you look up at him, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“You’re gonna have me craving you all morning, baby.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest. “How will I ever survive? One more.” He tried to go for another kiss and you squealed as he pulled you back.

“Woo, I have class!”

“But strawberry!” He pouted as he kept you in his embrace, some students rolling their eyes at the two of you and some finding the two of you cute and amusing. Wooyoung’s teammates from down the hall caught wind of the two of you and hooted.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ll be starting my lecture soon.”

The voice of Mr. Kim made your eyes widen as embarrassment made you want to hide from his gaze.

“Oh, Mr. Kim,” Wooyoung spoke his professor's name with no shame of getting caught being affectionate with his girlfriend. “Morning!”

Hongjoong could only manage a nod to his greeting before turning to you, still in your boyfriend’s hold and unable to look him in the eyes.

“Ms. L/N, class starts in five minutes.” He spoke sternly, his tone making your lips form a small pout.

The way you reacted to him made the older man before you swoon. God, you were too cute.

“Yes, sir.”

There it was again. The way you said ‘sir’ all defeated and cute.

“Sorry, Mr. Kim.” Wooyoung apologized. “My bad.” He removed his varsity jacket and draped it over your shoulders before kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby.”

Then Wooyoung sauntered away with a swing in his step and his bag over one shoulder, on his way to his respective class.

“Sorry, Mr. Kim.” You murmured, keeping your gaze down and hugging your books to your chest as you went inside the room along with the last few students who arrived.

Hongjoong watched as you made your way to your seat. Your pretty skirt swayed with each step and he wondered if skirts made up most of your wardrobe. It must be such a delight for your boyfriend.

Loosening the grip he had on his pen as he watched the whole interaction between you and Wooyoung, he smiled at his students. What mattered the most to him was you were safe. You were here and you were safe and well. Never mind the fact that you and your boyfriend easily made up from Friday night’s incident.

You were here.

The lecture was an enjoyable one not only for the students but him as well. As he discussed the significance of art during the Roman Empire, his students were all hooked in with his explanations and discussions, and even he got carried away excitedly with every question and topic.

“Mr. Kim is so hot.” A classmate beside you, Jennie, whispered to her friend, the two of them giggling as your professor shared his knowledge with the class.

“And he’s so nice too. You think he’s a virgin?” Minsol whispered back and you felt your heart grow hot listening to them.

You fidgeted in your seat and tried to block them out, focusing on Professor Kim.

“He’s so young to be a professor. Maybe he spent all that time studying to the max, you know! Maybe he is!”

“He’s so cute.” Minsol chuckled. “But then he’s so sexy when he pushes his hair back.”

And almost as if on cue, Mr. Kim ran his fingers through his dark brown locks, pushing them back as he smiled at his students in awe at the discussion.

He was handsome. You admitted that a long time ago. Attractive? Yes. But he was your professor. It was wrong to think of him the way Jennie and Minsol were.

Til now, their voices couldn’t be blocked out completely.

“I’d gladly blow him for a good grade,” Jennie whispered, her eyes looking Hongjoong up and down.

“Jennie!” Minsol playfully smacked her friend, her voice still hushed.

“What? Just think of it. Goody two shoes Mr.Kim so kind and worried that your grades are slipping, and then you tell him you’d do anything to raise your grade.” Jennie described the scenario so vividly. “No one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Your heart was racing in your chest as you listened to the fantasy. It didn’t help that Mr. Kim was right there before your eyes as Jennie’s voice whispered discreetly to her friend such a scandalous scenario.

“But it won’t stop there.”

That piqued your interest and you felt ashamed to have been so curious.

“He has a nice car too. Imagine fucking in the backseat of that luxury car way past campus hours in secret.”

Your heart thumped strongly at the mention of his car. You had been in his car and the dirty thought of Mr. Kim being all over your body and kissing you in the spacious backseat crossed your mind.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together.

Hongjoong’s eyes scanned all his students, happy that they were enjoying the class but paused when he saw you. Your body was swallowed by your boyfriend’s big varsity jacket and you looked flustered, even biting your glossed lips, fidgeting in your seat.

Then he saw the two girls next to you giggling and gossiping. What were they talking about that was making you blush so much? Briefly, your eyes moved from your notebook and locked with his but you immediately looked down when you saw that he had been looking your way.

Hongjoong could only assume they were talking about him. In what way? He wasn’t sure but it was a way that was making you look even shyer and could he dare say, hot and bothered?

Then the bell rang.

“Alright, we’ll continue the discussion on Wednesday and I’ll hand you all your Renaissance art period essays that I already graded then. Have a nice day.” Hongjoong’s elegant and calm voice echoed in the lecture hall, as he made his way behind his desk, sitting out the papers.

A chorus of thanks was sent his way as the students little by little exited the lecture hall. He looked your way, watching as you packed your things and gathered your books.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jennie turned to you. “How are you and your stud of a boyfriend?”

“Oh, m-me and Woo?” Your lashes fluttered so prettily as Hongjoong pretended he couldn’t hear you and the girls.

“Yeah! We saw you two being all cute and kissy out in the hall.” Minsol chuckled as she touched up her makeup with powder.

“We’re great.” You couldn’t stop the happy smile on your face as you thought of your boyfriend.

“He’s your first boyfriend, right? Have you two…you know….”

Your brows furrowed. “Have we what?”

Hongjoong fought his sigh at how oblivious you were.

Minsol’s eyes widened as she snapped her compact closed and leaned over. “You guys haven’t?”

“What are you two talking about?” You tilted your head like a puppy.

The two girls exchanged looks of shock.

“Y/N…” Jennie leaned closer, lowering her voice even further but Hongjoong’s ears were sharp. “Are you a virgin?”

Immediately, your face was burning as you hugged your books to your chest, wanting to cover your face with Wooyoung’s jacket.

“Holy shit!” Minsol exclaimed then realized she had been loud. She looked towards the whiteboard and saw Mr. Kim looking at the three of you questioningly. “Uh…sorry Mr. Kim!”

Hongjoong only smiled and he shook his head, returning to his papers and was glad that he was sitting behind his desk as the idea of you never being touched morphed from shock and into desire. He kind of guessed you were…but dating the star athlete and heartthrob of the campus made him second guess that you were.

“Girl, you need to come with us!” Jennie hooked her arm with yours and Minsol on the other as the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall.

“Bye, Mr. Kim!” They chimed as they dragged you out with them.

“B-bye, sir.” Your little voice reached his ears as the three of you finally left him alone in the empty hall.

Hongjoong hunched over, crossing his arms on his desk as he groaned.

You were driving him insane.

What’s worse was that you didn’t even intend to do so.

He wanted you.

He needed you.

As the afternoon passed, Hongjoong made his way to his office. The hall was empty as students were in their classes or their club activities. It was peaceful til he heard hushed whispers ahead from an empty classroom, the door only slightly ajar.

The professor frowned. Were there students doing another weed deal on campus? Before concluding, through the very small gap of the wooden double doors, he took a peek.

“S-someone could walk in.”

Was that his sweet Y/N’s voice? Hongjoong’s heart began to race.

“Baby, I promise no one is. This room is always vacant at this hour.” Wooyoung reassured you, kissing your neck as his hands roamed your body, specifically caressing your thighs that were parted as he stood between them.

Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat.

Perched on the large mahogany desk, was you. Your skirt was hiked up higher as your boyfriend pressed against you, his paws all over your soft body, feeling you through your clothes.

“You look so sexy in my jacket,” Wooyoung whispered in your ear, his hand moving lower til they were under your skirt. “I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you looked during lunch.”

You softly yelped when his fingers pressed against your core through your cotton panties. “W-woo!”

“Awe, baby, are you getting wet? All for me?”

“W-woo,” you whimpered when he traced his fingers along your slit, embarrassed at the dirty talk.

“Fuck, you’re soaking through your panties, baby. Tell me you want me to touch you. Ask me and I’ll make you feel good, baby.”

You wanted him to keep touching you but you felt a little guilty. You had started to feel hot way earlier than your boyfriend knew. Jennie and Minsol’s hushed whispering from class about Mr. Kim…ashamedly had made you ache.

“M-make me feel good, Woo.”

Your boyfriend groaned against your neck, rubbing you through your panties. “My pretty baby. You deserve so much.”

Your back arched when he applied more pressure to your clit.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby. I promise…. but I won’t make your first time here in a classroom.” He kissed your neck messily, licking your skin.

“But Youngie…” you didn’t want him to stop touching you. He has touched you like this many times before when he came over but it never went past that. He didn’t want to force you into something you weren’t ready for but as time passed and the more you fell for him, you’ve been wanting to go all the way with him.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you cum. I’ll be a good boyfriend and let my pretty girlfriend cum.” He kissed your forehead, slipping his hand under your panties to truly feel you. “You’re so wet, baby.” He moaned, collecting your slick and spreading it all over your pussy.

“Youngie,” you whimpered, gripping his shirt as your thighs trembled at the delicious friction.

“I love it when you call me that,” he sighed, repressing the urge that he indeed in fact wanted to ruin his pretty untouched girlfriend. He loved you and he wanted to treat you right as best as he could. You weren’t like the other girls he’s been with. He liked how you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

Your thighs squeezed at his sides unable to close as he continued to play with your pussy, touching you heavily and the way you liked. You couldn’t help but softly moan and pant at the intoxicating pleasure.

Hongjoong was burning with jealousy. A part of him wanted to disrupt the two of you and scold the two of you for misconduct as he had every right as a professor to do so. But…you looked so pretty falling apart for your boyfriend. Brows furrowed as your lips part and sigh, the setting sun hitting your skin in such a way that the lewd imagery before him was like a movie. He could feel his desire straining in his trousers. He wanted to watch.

“Youngie,” you whimpered so prettily.

Hongjoong took note of how your back arched when Wooyoung nibbled and kissed at a spot on your neck. You must be extra sensitive there. He also imagined how soft your breasts would be if he was the one cupping them through your cute blouse.

“You close baby?” Wooyoung rasped against your ear, rubbing your clit faster, making you lean your head forward to rest on his chest.

“Nuh-uh,” Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his right hand leaving your breast to grab you by the chin, making you look at him. “Let me see your pretty face, baby.” He swiped his thumb over your lower lip and bit his lip when you suddenly took his digit into your mouth, softly sucking on it. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? “C’mon, baby. Cum. Cum for me.”

You released his thumb with a soft pop, your lips even glossier from your gloss and saliva. You were panting and moaning so cutely, Wooyoung felt he was going to cum in his pants just at the sight of you getting off his fingers. He massaged your clit faster, watching the way your lids began to droop as you blinked up at him hazily and your lips part in a cute little ‘o’.

“Youngie!” You cried out, back arching and thighs trembling as you reached your high, your pussy dripping more arousal all over your boyfriend’s fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Such a pretty baby.” Wooyoung cooed, enjoying your fucked out expression. It was addicting really. His sweet innocent girlfriend falling apart for him. If you were this fucked out by just fingers, he can’t imagine how fucking delectable you looked when he finally fucked you.

Hongjoong bit his lip as he watched you come down from your high. How your arms wrapped around your boyfriend as he slowed his circles on your clit. He wished he could see how your pussy looked, how wet it was, and how sweet the nectar it produced.

Wooyoung took his hand from your panties and brought his fingers to his lips, your eyes widening. His hand left its grip on your face.

“W-woo!”

That didn’t stop him from letting his tongue dart out to lick his digits. “You taste so sweet, baby. Maybe I’ll come up tonight once I drop you off and really have a good taste of you.”

You blushed at his words and felt heat spark in your lower belly at what he hinted. Did he mean that he was going to kiss and taste you down there? With his tongue? The idea made your cheeks grow hot but that only made your boyfriend grin.

“Oh? You’re not opposed to it?” He teased, enjoying the way you only huffed and pouted your pretty lips. “Here, baby. Taste yourself.”

Hongjoong watched as you wearily, so curiously, poked out your cute tongue to lick your boyfriend’s fingers. How did you taste? Did you like it? You batted your lashes up at your boyfriend who awaited your verdict.

“So? How do you taste?” He took your hand in his other one, just relishing the moment you two had in the orange sunset-lit classroom.

“G-good.”

“Atta, girl.” Wooyoung grinned, taking you into his embrace and kissing you again.

Hongjoong felt his head pound from how hard he was in his pants. He wanted a taste. He needed a taste.

How was he going to get close to you when you and your boyfriend were all fine and dandy again?

“What do you say, baby? Friday night? I’ll come over and we’ll watch a movie. I’ll bring your favorite strawberries coated in chocolate. Then maybe…” he caressed your cheek. “We could go all the way?”

“W-won’t it hurt?”

Wooyoung and Hongjoong’s hearts ached at your sweetness.

“Well, when Friday rolls around, and you’re not up for it. It’s okay. We’ll just have a cozy little date and make out. I’ll wait for you when you’re ready. Okay?”

His gentle voice along with his care for you made your stomach flutter. “O-okay.” You leaned your cheek into his palm. “I love you, Woo.”

“I love you too, baby.”

While you and Wooyoung basked in the moment you two found yourselves in, Hongjoong made a beeline to his office and locked the door. He glanced down and saw the bulge of his cock poking through his tailored trousers. He threw his head back, slamming it against the door as he groaned.

He was going to have to take care of it himself cause it wasn’t going to go away til he did.

He didn’t know when the stalking— okay, in his defense, following and keeping an eye on you, started.

All Hongjoong knew was, he needed to get to know you. He needed to get closer somehow, be a friend. Someone you could turn to and cry to. Plus, you lived alone, away from your parents. You needed someone to protect you.

From all the wolves that surrounded you, including that boyfriend of yours.

As he passed the baseball field from where he parked his car, he couldn’t help but overhear a group of young wolf pups gathered and talking beneath the morning sun. They all wore the same varsity jacket, making Hongjoong’s pack of wolves analogy even truer.

“So? Did you and Y/N go all the way yet?” The Vice Captain of the team asked, the young and handsome Mr. Choi.

The rest of the boys began to nudge and tease their Captain who had been tossing the baseball in his hand nonchalantly.

“Yeah, have you and little Miss all prim and proper done more than just second base?” The tallest of them, Song Mingi, joined in the teasing, the boys all grinning and tossing oo’s and ah’s. “Your girl has a nice ass.”

“Hey,” Wooyoung harshly hissed at his teammate. “Yeah, and that’s my girl you’re talking about.”

“Can’t blame Mingi. You’re with the campus’s dream girl.” Jongho added, running his fingers through his brown hair.

“Dream girl?” Wooyoung’s brows furrowed.

“Yeah! Sure she’s lowkey and literally the nicest person on campus. Hell, she even helped me with calculus. I even thought of asking her out on a date.” San chirped. “But you got to her first. Anyway, that’s beside the point, did you guys finally do it? Friday night?”

Hongjoong remained hidden behind the shadows of the bleachers, needing to know the answer to San’s question.

“We didn’t. She got nervous and you know, I have to be a good boyfriend and wait. I don’t want to pressure her. She’s a nice girl.” Wooyoung finally responded, his answer earning a groan from his friends.

Mingi stared at him for a moment. “You should be a saint. That amount of self-control is crazy.”

“Well, good things come to those who wait, Mingi.” Wooyoung grinned. “I’m a hundred percent sure my girl is worth the wait and more.”

“You’re really down bad for her, huh?” Jongho laughed softly, actually admiring the fact that Wooyoung was becoming a better guy with you.

“Y-yeah…she is. I really love her.”

“I just can’t believe she fell for you. After all the girls you slept with in the past and the parties. She still fell for Jung Wooyoung. Anyways,” Jongho clapped Wooyoung on the back. “I hope you get some soon.”

San wouldn’t relent though.

“Has she at least been…you know….giving? I know you worship the fuck out of her in different ways but has the pretty princess given back?”

Hongjoong should head back to his office before he’s caught but…he needed to know the details.

“San, she doesn’t know how.”

Wooyoung’s response made San groan and Hongjoong fought back his own.

“She’s a fucking angel your girlfriend.” San huffed his crush on you not concerning Wooyoung as he knew San would never cross the line.

“Dude, when you get to teach her, it’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Mingi sighed, thinking of who to contact for his next hookup. He needed to fuck.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but agree. To teach someone as beautiful and pretty as you, how to use your cute mouth and delicate hands…the fantasy of you between his legs while he sits on his office couch…guiding you while you look up at him for him to lead you…the young pups have a point.

“Okay, can you guys chill and not talk about my girlfriend like that?” Wooyoung lightly scolded his friends. “Anyways, you guys better be on your best behavior for tonight’s practice. I'm driving Y/N home for our date and I really don’t want to have to bail again because Coach isn’t happy with our performance.”

“We’ll do our best,” San spoke for them, sending a pointed glare to Mingi and Jongho, they’re bickering always getting their Coach to overtime their practices. “But coach hasn’t been in a good mood as far as I know.”

Wooyoung swore under his breath, worry bubbling in his chest when he imagined your disappointment and the way your eyes become glassy as you fight back tears. He really didn’t want to make you feel like he didn’t care about you again…he knew you understood his obligations to his team. He just hoped he wouldn’t forget to update you this time and keep you waiting for him.

Hongjoong didn’t stay long after that. He went off his merry way back to his office, wondering if tonight would be another chance to have some time with you again. Be your knight in shining armor if your boyfriend doesn’t pick you up again.

All he needed to do was stay in your good graces.

After all, he just wanted to take care of you…

It began with longer conversations after class, asking how you were doing and if you understood the lecture or not. Then when midterms started to round the corner he would casually stay past campus hours just so that he could ‘by chance’ be finishing up late at the same time you were finished up studying in the library.

But this time, when he found you, the sun was beginning to set and you were in one of the library aisles, in the sections students don’t frequent, on the floor hugging your knees to your chest. Your back was against the tall wooden bookshelf and you were by the window, your head below the window pane as you softly sniffled.

Hongjoong felt his stomach twist. What did your boyfriend do?

“Ms. L/N?” As softly as he could, he called out to you and he saw you visibly stiffen.

“M-Mr. Kim?” You kept your head down, too embarrassed to look up at him because he would see the tears and puffiness in your eyes.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/N?” He slowly approached, observing your body language if you would shrink away from him. He kneeled before you. “Did something happen? Why are you crying?”

You bit your lip, fighting back the way it quivered as you wanted to tell him exactly what happened but you were crying over something so silly.

A gentle warm hand softly patted your head, your heart stopping at the touch. Maybe you could tell him everything. Besides…he has been so kind to you and only ever wanted to make sure you were okay. When the two of you spent time together and talked, you would sometimes forget he was your professor and not just a friend.

And yet, your heart couldn’t help but want to be in the palm of his hand, knowing he’d be gentle with it.

When you lifted your head to look at him, the tears in your eyes had Hongjoong almost falling to his knees and wanting to embrace you right then and there. “I’ll take you to my office okay?” He offered, taking out his handkerchief and putting it in your trembling hands.

“O-okay.” You murmured.

With a guiding arm around your shoulders and making sure no wandering eyes would see the two of you, the likelihood being low since it was past class hours, the varsity teams were training and it was a Friday, he led you to his office.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, clutching his handkerchief in your hand, a part of your brain contemplating the idea of being vulnerable in your professor's office. It was highly inappropriate. Should anyone find out—

You were torn from your thoughts when a pair of warm arms wrapped around you so gently. You blinked a couple of times unable to process what was happening and the beating of your heart. Hongjoong cradled the back of your head as he held you close to him, your cheek brushing against his neck.

“It hurts to see you cry.” He whispered, unable to hold himself back from soothing you then he pulled away and led you to the leather couch in his office.

You sat on one end while he was on the other, the gap between you reminding you of the intrusive thought of the distance you and Wooyoung might have soon…

“What’s wrong, darling? You can tell me, you know. I’m always here to lend an ear. Whatever it is I won’t judge you, especially when it hurts you this deeply.”

Hongjoong tried to meet your eyes that were cast down on your fingers on your lap, fiddling with his handkerchief. Was it your boyfriend? He swore if it was Jung Wooyoung he was going to teach that boy a lesson.

Hesitantly, you allowed yourself to speak freely to him.

A moment of weakness?

“I-I overheard Youngie’s friends when I was in the library…they were about to leave for practice and…” you felt that lump in your throat creep up higher, making you want to sob again as you remembered what they said. “They said that they felt b-bad for him.”

Bad for him?

“It’s a bit…tmi…sir. I’m sorry it’s hard to speak about it.” You stared at the edge of your skirt, feeling the shame and embarrassment you had felt earlier crawling on your skin.

“Ah? TMI.” Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest, trying to play it off as if it’s nothing to make it comfortable for you to tell him. “Well, Ms. L/N, we are two adults, aren’t we not? Plus, it’s after university hours. I’m here for you right now as a friend and I’d like to help soothe your troubles if you would let me.”

It was almost too easy the way you caved into his words. Jung Wooyoung did not deserve a sweet girl like you.

“Youngie’s teammates…said they feel bad for him because I haven’t…” you paused, heat blooming in your tear-stained cheeks. “I haven’t slept with him.” Then you felt that ache in your heart return. “I don’t want to lose him, Mr. Kim. I love him so much. I-I want to be a good girlfriend.”

Hongjoong’s heart broke. His beautiful wilted rose. How dare those dumb boys speak so ill of you?

“You’re a good girlfriend I’m sure, Ms. L/N.” He reassured you with such calmness, his words made you perk up a little. “You didn’t hear these words from Wooyoung himself right?”

You nodded.

“But even though…I still want to make him feel good. He always makes me feel…” you trailed off, realizing that you were talking about the intimate things you and your boyfriend do. “It’s not that I don’t want to be with Wooyoung like that…I just…I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Disappoint him how?”

“Wooyoung has been with girls…with experience. He’s my first boyfriend and he’s the first man to ever touch m-me…kiss me…”

Hongjoong was fighting back the attraction grew the more you spoke about your lack of experience. He couldn’t believe those boys had you questioning your worth all because you were scared to go all the way with your boyfriend.

“I-I even tried watching…videos…on how I can do things for Wooyoung…but I just am too scared to initiate it. What if I do something wrong and it goes horribly?”

“You shouldn’t need to worry about that. I’m sure your…” Hongjoong held himself back from saying what he said with jealousy. “…boyfriend would be more than happy to teach you. Has he offered to?”

You shook your head.

“Ah…I see.” Hongjoong sat back, trying to think of what to say next. “I’m pretty sure what you lack is practice…” he trod carefully, gauging your expression with each word he was choosing. “You’ll never know til you give it a try. With everything in life, you learn as you go.”

He watched as you took each word seriously, a rather sweet pensive look on your face as you nodded at his advice. Hongjoong hoped he didn’t cross the line by saying that and made things awkward between the two of you.

“If I may speak as another human being helping another,” Hongjoong continued, hoping to calm your stormy mind. “I just hope you don’t feel pressured to do anything with your boyfriend or anyone. It’s very sweet of you to want to do something this intimate with someone you desire but I’d rather you won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, going over all the caring and sweet affirmations Mr. Kim was giving you. How was it you felt so safe with him? He was too kind to you…yet you enjoyed the company he gave.

When Wooyoung wasn’t able to take you home from extended practices and last minute cancellations and texts, Professor Kim was always there to somehow salvage the day. To stop the breaking of your heart with his warm smile and effort to get to know you and make conversation.

“M-Mr. Kim…”

You finally spoke. Hongjoong smiled warmly at the call of his name. He observed how your cheeks began to flush. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you hesitate to continue. You suck in a shaky breath, forcing yourself to be brave and look him in the eye.

“Could you guide me?”

Nothing but your voice rang in his ears at this moment. Hongjoong was shocked by the question. Was it a question? With the way your eyes were bleary and glossy, how your lips were trembling, and how flustered you appeared. It was a plea.

“Ms.L/N….” He tried to resist as much as he could, knowing that if he were to cross the line, he wouldn’t be able to go back. You were his forbidden desire. If he were to take a bite, he would want nothing more than to consume you.

You knew what you asked was silly and inappropriate, and a part of you regretted asking but if you were to leave this room right now, all you would be able to think about was how Wooyoung’s friends talked about you and wonder how much Wooyoung shared to his friends about yours and his relationship.

Mr.Kim looked speechless and flustered from what you asked of him. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Mr.Kim, I-I’m so sorry,” you quickly blurted out, trying to salvage the odd atmosphere. “Please forget everything I said. Thank you so much for comforting me—

"Are you sure you want me to help, Ms. L/N?” Hongjoong stopped your rambling, taking your hand that you hadn’t realized was trembling from nerves but the moment he spoke and he touched you, your body found a sense of calm. “I just don’t want to make you do anything you’ll regret.”

Oh, he wanted to help.

“I-I wouldn’t have asked anyone else but you...I feel safe with you.” You mumbled shyly, staring at his pretty hand holding yours, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your knuckles.

“Your trust in me is something I shall cherish and I wouldn’t dare break it.” He looked you in the eyes as he said that, the warmth and intensity of them made your heart flutter. “I promise I’ll keep it strictly professional and I’ll make sure to put your comfort first.”

Your heart fluttered again. “O-okay.”

“How would you like this to go?”

“I-I’m not sure…Wooyoung usually takes the lead whenever we do anything more than kissing…” you were speaking so softly, it was pulling at Hongjoong’s heartstrings. You were so precious. “I wouldn’t mind you taking the lead…teach me how to make Wooyoung feel good.” You squeezed his hand nervously and he kept his soft smile on his face, hiding his excitement.

You’ll let him take the lead?

“Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with okay?” He caressed your cheek fondly, forcing himself to not brush your lips with his thumb. “Tell me to stop when it gets too much.”

“Thank you, sir.” You whispered, feeling all tense as he got closer.

Sir? Were you trying to kill him? He scooted closer, your knees touching his own. “Do I have permission to touch you, darling?”

The pet name made you feel just a little bit more hotter. The way he said it, his voice a low purr, made you feel things you thought you’d only feel with Wooyoung.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Experimentally, he slowly glided his hand up the side of your thigh, the sweet gasp falling from your lips making him smirk against your neck. He brushed his lips against your neck, before whispering in your ear. “You’ve watched videos as research, correct?”

You stuttered out your response, feeling your body grow warm with the way his hand smoothed up and down your thigh, never going higher than where your skirt stopped. “I did…” Was it wrong that you wanted his hand to move higher?

Hongjoong held back from kissing your neck, testing the waters of what exactly he could do to you. His hand moved to your waist now, caressing the curve of your side then stopping so that his thumb was just below the underside of your bra covered chest.

“Why don’t you show me what you learned, hm? Then I’ll guide you along the way.” He suggested, his tone going just a little lower than usual.

And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, between your professor's trousered thighs, your eyes looking at him with such uncertainty and the willingness to learn.

“Don’t be shy. I’m sure you won't disappoint,” Hongjoong reassured you, petting your head lovingly while his thoughts were going wild at the mere sight of you all cute and demure between his legs.

“O-okay.”

As you had watched and observed, you placed your hands on his thighs. They trembled a little. What if you messed up here too? You shook the thought away. Professor Kim was going to guide you. You’ll be okay and then you’ll be able to make Wooyoung feel good too.

All of this was for Wooyoung.

You slowly slid your hands up his thighs feeling the smooth fabric of his trousers as you recounted the videos you had seen. You remembered how the woman in the video would trace her fingers over the man’s groin…but was Hongjoong even…turned on?

You remember how stiff Wooyoung would get when you were on his lap as you two made out, his hands running up and down your sides then over the curve of your ass, squeezing it.

Do you need to kiss Mr. Kim too?

Before asking, you experimentally softly placed your palm against his groin, blushing to find that he was hot and rather stiff through his pants. A shaky breath escaped him and you retracted your hand.

“W-was that not okay?”

“It was fine,” he managed a smile for you, getting hard at just how shy and sweet you were. “You’re doing fine.”

“O-okay,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, gliding your palm over his clothed groin before sliding higher, your other hand joining to unbuckle his belt.

Each gentle and inexperienced touch or ghost of your fingers over his crotch was making his cock twitch to life. It was so easy for him to be turned on…well…because it was you. It was endearing how focused yet nervous you were and once you tugged his briefs down low enough for his cock to spring up, your eyes stared at his length.

From his reclined position on the couch, his legs spread to accommodate you, he was able to notice the way your thighs squeezed to tether at the sight of him.

Your face was hot as your eyes took in the sight of his cock. It was way more intimidating to see one in person than on a screen…was it odd for you to think it was rather pretty? The head was a soft pink and it glistened with something that made your tongue somehow itch to want to try and wrap your mouth around him. Would he fit in your mouth? Would he fit in— you stopped yourself from thinking that. You can’t go all the way with Mr. Kim, you were going to do that with Wooyoung.

Feeling his warm gaze on you, you gently wrapped your hand around his length. The feeling of him hot and heavy in your palm, the girth of him, made your core pulse.

Hongjoong bit his lip at the gentle touch, the smoothness of your palm, and the dainty way you held him making him sensitive to whatever you were doing. He knew it wasn’t on purpose that you were prolonging any sort of movement, you weren’t sure what to do next.

“Tell me what you learned,” he managed to speak calmly. “Or what you observed.”

Squeezing your thighs together and inching closer to get into a comfortable position, you thought of what to answer. “In the videos…the girls take their partner in their mouth…and some just move their hand…I'm not sure what to do next, I’m sorry.” You looked away, embarrassed.

This was exactly why you never initiated it with Wooyoung. If you did and you messed up or did not even follow through, he would’ve mentioned it to his friends somehow in their talks.

Hongjoong saw how nervous you were and tried to suppress the desire to command you what to do and how you should do it, he placed his hand over yours that was softly holding his cock. He couldn’t be mean to you…as much as he wanted to completely control you and make you feel pleasure that would have you falling apart for him, he wanted to be gentle with you.

“I’ll guide you, okay?” His other hand petted the top of your head, making the nerves yo I had been feeling dwindle. You nodded.

“You have to spit on it first, sweetheart.”

His words made your eyes widen. The dirty notion was embellished with a sweet term of endearment. Hearing it from him, from the mouth where only kindness, care and knowledge was all you heard come out of it, made you feel warm.

“Spit on it?”

“I know it sounds odd but it’ll help. I’ll guide you on how to use your hand first. Don’t be shy, darling.”

His encouragement only made you want to do as he says. You told yourself it only feels weird because you’ve never done it before and Mr. Kim was kind enough to help you be more confident when the time comes for you to do it with your boyfriend.

Leaning over, you collected your saliva and spat softly. Hongjoong bit back any sound that dared escape him at the moment not ready to break the promise of being professional for your sake but the warmth of your spit and how shyly you did it turned him on even more.

“Now,” he guided your hand. “Spread it around with my precum like this.” He loosely moved your hand, letting your dainty fingers be covered by the mix of your spit and his precum. “It’ll be easier to move your hand this way, it’ll feel good.”

You nodded, feeling the slickness against your palm and how it now easily glided along his length with his hand still over yours.

“You have to hold it just a little tighter.” He closed his hand over yours a little tighter but not too tight but just enough to tell you how much pressure you should be applying.

“L-like this?” You adjusted your grip and slowly while your hand moved in slow up and down motions, he removed his hand and a deep sigh of bliss left him.

“Just like that, sweetheart…just like that.” His voice dipped lower and his head rolled back a little, giving you the perfect view of his sharp jawline and pink lips.

Your eyes kept shifting from his face and to his cock in your hand, entranced somehow by the idea of how he was feeling good by just your hand. Watching a video was completely different from actually doing it. You recalled the way a girl in a video would twist her hand as she glided her hand up and down, and you decided to try the motion.

Hongjoong hissed out a curse at the new movement. “That feels good.” His hips bucked up a little, pushing his cock up in your hand.

Feeling a little braver, you leaned forward to press your lips on the head of his cock, kissing it and feeling heat surge to your core at how warm the tip was against your lips.

Hongjoong lifted his head from its thrown back position to look at you, the sudden sensation of your soft lips on his cock turning him on further.

“You want to try that already?” He asked, his hand gripping the armrest of the couch when your doe eyes looked up at him so innocently, your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and nodded, it was driving him crazy. It was getting harder and harder to retain any sense of composure. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Show me what you learned. You’re already doing so well. You look so cute like this too.”

His words of praise and compliments made both your heart and core throb. It made you try even harder to please him. You wondered if it was okay that you were getting wet. You could feel your slick sticking to the gusset of your panties and against the lips of your pussy.

Hongjoong moaned softly when he felt your hot tongue swirling around his cock head. He twitched within your hand continued their rhythmic twisting and up and down rhythm. He watched as you tasted him. He could see the way your brows furrowed at the taste and when he felt you take more of him in your mouth and suckle at the sensitive tip of his cock, you were making it harder for him to not buck his hips up into your pretty mouth.

“You doing okay?” He asked, gently placing his hand behind the back of your head, caressing you.

You nodded, humming, the vibrations of your sound adding some extra pleasure to the way you were giving him head.

“F-fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”

The way he said that made your pussy clench. Why did that have some effect on you? It sounded so hot coming from him and it made you want to please him even more.

Eventually, you took what you could of him in your mouth, fighting back your gag reflex and bobbing your head shallowly along his cock. Your hand continued to jerk what you couldn’t fit of his length in your little mouth. You were aching so bad, you couldn’t help but let your free hand slide between your thighs to find your pussy, surprised at how wet you were. It was easy to spread your arousal all over your cunt and begin massaging your clit the way you liked, settling for the friction of your fingers.

Hongjoong noticed your dainty hand between your legs. The sight of you suckling and bobbing your cute head up and down along his cock, and touching yourself was sending him to the edge. Plus your lips tinted with pink gloss were mixing with your saliva as you continued to suck him off. You were so fucking cute.

“I’m close darling. You’re doing so well. You had nothing to be so nervous about. F-fuck.” He shuddered when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you squeaked so adorably, the sound muffled. What a cute little slut you were touching yourself as you stuffed your little mouth with his cock. Though he was saying such sweet praises, deep down he wanted to fuck his cock into your mouth and watch you cry from taking him. He was betting you’d look up at him with wide pleading eyes with tears as you let him use you as his personal cock sleeve.

The mere thought of that sent him over the edge and without warning, he came. A small squeak left you as sudden hot spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. You latched off of him in surprise, your hand still pumping him as he came. His moans and the way his head was thrown back, made you stop touching yourself so you could focus fully on the way he climaxed all over your face.

“Fuck!” He groaned as his hand that was cradling your head gripped your hair and his hips bucked up into your hand, riding out his high. You whimpered as he tugged at your hair, the sensation making your clit throb. Why did that feel good? Why did having his release on your cheeks and in your mouth, turned you on?

“Open up, darling. Let me see.” Hongjoong tugged your hair back almost forcibly, his gaze almost predatory, it scared you a bit. You’ve never seen such a dark, menacing yet charming expression on your sweet and kind professor.

You parted your lips and he smirked.

He wondered if you knew just how cute and ruined your look right now. Pink gloss smeared over your lips and your cheeks flushed and stained with his white sticky cum, and the best of all, his seed was on your tongue.

He wished he could take a picture.

You didn’t realize you were breathing slowly as your heart was racing and he stared down at you with a glint in his eye that you couldn’t quite place.

“You look so pretty like this, darling.” His grip on your hair loosened and his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb dipping into your mouth as you still obediently kept your lips parted for him. He smeared more of his cum all over your lips and chin, finding the idea of him on your skin so hot…it’s like he marked you. “Such a good girl.” He cooed and you didn’t know why you did what you did but you swallowed his salty release, and his reaction made it all worth it. “What a perfect girl you are.”

His praise only made your heart flutter, his words only feeding that part of you that wanted to please him…to please Wooyoung.

“D-do you think Woo will like it?” You asked, your voice a little hoarse as you sat there on your knees, looking up at him so sweetly.

Hongjoong held back from rolling his eyes at the mention of the boy who didn’t deserve you. He masked his annoyance with a smile. “He’ll like it, darling. You did really well. I mean it.” He took his handkerchief and began to clean you up, gently dabbing your cheek.

Despite the ache between your thighs, you couldn’t stop the way a smile grew on your face at the approval from your most trusted mentor.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kim—

“Hongjoong.” He cut you off with a gentle smile, looking at you lovingly.

“What?” You stuttered that same feeling you felt earlier, the confusion of the same way he made your heart flutter like Wooyoung does.

“You can call me Hongjoong when it’s just the two of us, darling. I think with how close we’ve gotten…I’d like you to call me by my name. Don’t you think we’re rather close?”

There was something about his eyes that captivated you. It was so magnetic it was hard to not be completely wonderstruck and in control of that powerful gaze.

All you could do was nod.

“That’s a good girl…” he cooed, smiling warmly. “Perhaps, you need more guidance. You want to be a good girlfriend for your Wooyoung right?”

You did, you wanted to be the best girlfriend for him.

“I do…”

“Sometimes what you see online is not entirely reliable. I’m offering you…private lessons…doesn’t that sound good for you?”

You nodded, letting him pull you up on and onto his lap, gasping when your core pressed against his thigh.

“I’ll teach you all there is to know. I want what's best for you and for you to know exactly what you’re getting into.” He ran his hand up and down your thigh, slowly. “You don’t want to disappoint Wooyoung, right?”

“I don’t Sir…” you said so quickly.

So innocent. So naive. So dumb. So perfect for him to ruin.

He never thought he’d get to this point.

All this time, he has only ever admired you and desired you from afar. He kept his reputation as a well-loved and kind professor so that no one and you, especially you, would ever question his motives.

“Now, I think we should try this again. You did really well but I can teach you a little extra something that will make your boyfriend so, so, so happy.”

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Welcome The Teacher

IMAGINE: WELCOME THE TEAHCER ~ GOJO X READER FEAT: MEGUMI, NOBARA, YUJI. GENRE: FLUFF cw: italics means they are speaking in english. not proof read. *****************

“Gojo-sensei, why are we getting an English teacher again?” Yuji asks his teacher as all four of them sit in their homeroom. 

Gojo leans back into his chair, feet kicked up against the desk. He didn’t really care about this topic since it didn’t benefit him at all. He had no interest in meeting a new teacher. Especially one who only spoke English. 

“Hell if I know.” “Eh?” 

Megumi rolls his eyes, not really surprised by his teacher's lack of answer. Megumi turns to his classmates, “we’re getting an English teacher because there have been reports of curses in other areas other than Japan. So they’re saying it’s important that we get along with sorcerers from other countries. That’s why we’re learning English. So we can communicate.” 

Gojo inwardly scoffs to himself. If they wanted to get along, maybe they should learn how to speak Japanese instead. Well that was his thought process of it, and somewhat right about it. However, it was also a cover that he didn’t learn English that well either. 

“Why do you know this?” Yuji asks. “Yaga-sensei filled me in since Gojo-sensei failed to show up.” “Ugh, that sounds like him.” Nobara chirps up.

Gojo drastically sighs, ready to complain about how his students think so little of him. However, the bell rings and he shoots up out of his seat. An annoying grin on his face, “well! That’s my cue to leave. So much to do today. Anyway, have fun~” He sings before flashing out of the room. 

A minute later, the door slides open and an unknown person enters the room. 

It didn’t take long for them to figure out it was their new English teacher. However, they weren’t expecting you. 

They were expecting an old man who was going to read them boring books. 

Instead, they were met with a young teacher who had a lot of pep in their step. They carried a bag and a cup in their hand. *******

“Hello!” You say while placing your things down on the desk. You didn’t see their homeroom teacher in sight, which meant that he already left. You were already warned about him… how he could be a bit annoying at times. However, you were a trained teacher so you knew how to deal with childish people. 

“My name is Ms. (L/n), and I will be your English teacher. I hope we learn a lot together.” 

You eye the three students in front you. Two of them were wearing a dumbfounded look on their faces. You found it a bit amusing. 

One student with black spiky hair, who you could already tell that he was the most sensible one of the group. 

“As you know, this is an English class. So we will only be speaking English, do you understand?” 

The two students turned to the black haired boy. “What did she say?” They both ask him. “She’s telling us that we can only speak English.” He answers. 

He turns back to you, “yes ma’am.” He answers you and the two other students hesitantly repeat after him. You smile with a nod, “great. Let’s start with introductions. Start with your name and something that you like. You can start first.” You tell the black haired boy. 

He nods, standing up from his chair. The other two students look at him with wide eyes, interested to hear him. “My name is Megumi Fushiguro. I’m a second grade sorcerer, and I like to read nonfiction books. I hope we get along.” Megumi says before sitting down. 

“Very good Megumi! Nice to meet you.” You say, impressed with how smoothly he spoke English. You look over at the other two students who looked at him amazed. 

“Wow Megumi-” They start but you cut them off. “English please.” 

Both of them stopped and you could tell that they were thinking for a bit. “Good job.” “Nice!” 

You chuckle and look at the only female student, “you’re up next.” She points to herself, “me?” “Yes.” 

She stands up and she’s silent for a bit, like she was thinking about what to say. “Eh.. My name is Nobara Kugisaki… and I like… shopping!” You smile while writing down some notes. “That’s great, Nobara. It is nice to meet you.” 

Nobara smiles at herself, proud of her own little accomplishment. “Thank you.” She says while sitting down. You turn to the last student. The boy with pinkish hair with an undercut.  “Your turn.” 

The boy immediately stands up, and you could tell he was just full of energy. “My name is Yuji Itadori!” There was a pause in between his speech, “and… I like Jennifer Lawrence.” He says and you nod while writing down some more notes. You could hear some small groans from his classmate.

“Like the actress, Jennifer Lawrence?” “Yes… you know?”“Are you asking me if I know her?” He nodded his head and you had to hold back a snicker. 

“No… No, I do not know her Yuji.” 

A look of disappointment painted his face, “oh.” “Thank you Yuji. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Yuji sits down with a content look on his face. Content that he got through that so far.

“Alright, let’s get started!” You say as you start your lesson **********

The bell dings, signaling that class is over and it’s time for lunch. 

“All right,” you look at the watch on your wrist, “why don’t I take you out for lunch? I’ll pay.” 

Yuji’s eyes light up hearing something about lunch. He didn’t need to know anything else. “Yes!” He shouts and you nod your head with a smile. You were quite fond of the students already, despite only knowing them for an hour. 

“Any place you want to go?” Megumi asks. You thought about it for a bit and realized that you weren’t familiar with the streets of Tokyo. 

“I’m fine with anything. I don’t know much of the area yet.” 

Megumi nods, turning to his friends to ask what they wanted to eat. They all decided on sushi. 

“That sounds great. Let’s go.” You say, grabbing your bag. Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi follow you out of the school. Two of the students had a bit of a skip in their step. 

You turn to Megumi when the three of you exit the school. You ask him to lead the way since you have no idea what place they had chosen. As Megumi led the way, he kept glancing at you. Wondering about your curse abilities. You didn’t have a strong curse energy coming off of you, but he could tell that you were confident, which led him to be more curious about you. 

“Is this the place?” You ask when you see a sushi place. “Yes.” Megumi answers you, and then leads you into the place. 

It wasn’t long until the four of you were sitting down, looking over the menu. Megumi watches as your eyes scan over the menu, deciding what you are going to get. He wonders if you were able to read the information just fine. 

Just as he was going to ask if you needed help, you looked up at your three students. “Ready to order?” 

All of them nod. You raise your hand, grabbing the waiter's attention. It wasn’t long until the waiter was taking your order. Taking the student’s order first and then he turned to you. Megumi was about to jump in to see if you needed help. 

“Can I have water, and an order of the Oshiko Maki?” 

The waiter nods and leaves to get what you asked for. 

You look over at your students. All three of them had a surprised look on their faces. “You speak Japanese?!” Nobara and Yuji shouts. “Yes. I wouldn’t move to Japan without learning the language first. All though I wouldn’t say I’m fluent.” 

“Wow! You’re Japanese is so good (l/n)-sensei.” Yuji comments and you wave him off. “You’re just being nice.” 

“So wait, can we speak to you in Japanese outside the classroom?” Nobara asks. “Hmm, I sometimes. I would like for you to practice your English as much as you can.” 

Your students nod as the food comes. The four of you continue to eat in silence, sometimes speaking up to ask you a question. 

Suddenly, your phone dings, signifying that lunch is over and you should head back to the school. “Alright, let’s head back to school.” You say and head back to Jujutsu High. 

********

When the four of you entered the classroom, a tall man with white hair and a black blindfold covering his eyes was leaning against the teachers desk. 

“Ah, there you are.” He speaks to his students, before he finally looks at you. 

He was a bit shocked to see you there. Mainly because he wasn’t expecting the new English teacher to be so cute. 

“Wow, Megumi. You didn’t tell me that the new teacher is cute.” 

You perk up at his words, feeling slightly embarrassed by his words. However, you don’t say anything, not letting him know that you understand him. You wanted to hear what else he was going to say. 

Megumi looks over at you, and you just shake your head. 

“That’s weird. I’m not telling you about my teacher.” “Whatever. You should… you know, get to know her. And then tell me about them. Okay?” He grins mischievously at the boy and Nobara just sighs. 

“You’re so stupid.” 

Megumi rolls his eyes, “no. Do it yourself.” “Eh?! But I don’t speak English.” “Well you better learn.” 

You watch their interaction, coming to realize that the rumors were true. Gojo Satoru is a dramatic man. And it was quite funny. 

You just smile as you watch them bicker back and forth. You then look over at the time, realizing it was time for you to go. 

“Well,” You start, “I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your day.” You grab your things and start to leave the classroom. 

“Bye!” Gojo shouts in English, which almost catches you off guard. “Goodbye,” You wave with a smile. 

Gojo watches as you leave, a goofy smile placed on his face. 

“God, their smile is so pretty.” 

Megumi rolls his eyes again, “please don’t talk about my teacher that way.” “Eh?! But I’m your teacher too! You should help me out with them.” “I’m still not doing that.” “Yeah, that’s just disgusting.” Nobara says. 

“It’s okay Gojo-sensei. I believe in you!” 

“Thank you Yuji-kun.” **********

fin.

a/n: I'm thinking about doing a part two, where Gojo tries to talk to the reader but his english is terrible, so it's just going to be a mess. What do you think?

[lightseoul]

admit it

synopsis. loving him from afar was enough. at least, it should’ve been enough. until it wasn’t. (or, in which you subtly take care of your ex, bakugou katsuki, who also happens to be the namesake of the agency you’re working at) (part 2) (part 3)

cw. fem!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~24 yrs old)

word count. 5.0k words

Being the HR Department Head of the Ground Riot agency, you’ve learned to take care of Pro Hero Dynamight in subtle ways.

Primarily because even though he isn’t technically your direct superior—he rarely dabbled in admin work as compared to his co-founder Kirishima Eijirou—you didn’t want to stir up drama or reports on inappropriate workplace relationships.

Especially as the head of the Human Relations department.

But that’s not the only reason.

It’s also because—well, he’s your ex.

The ex who you never really understood in terms of how he became that.

“You know, we really need to redecorate this place.”

Mikuri, your colleague from the PR department, muses as she scans the breakroom from her spot on the L-shaped sofa.

You place the black coffee pods you picked up on your way home yesterday near the coffee machine, “Tell that to Finance. The breakroom decor is probably the least of their worries.”

She merely sighs in response as she reverts her attention to her phone.

“You do know that doom scrolling during your break isn’t exactly resting, right?”

At that, she pouts but doesn’t look up. “I hear you, Ms. HR.”

You playfully roll your eyes at the nickname.

“Stocking up on coffee during one’s break isn’t exactly resting, either.”

At her mention of the beverage, your eyes drift back to the pods you have in your hands. You found that they ran out before your shift ended the day prior and were quick to buy refills.

“What are you doing with that flavor, anyway?” she finally lifts her head to regard you, pocketing her phone as she stands up. You look up at the wall clock—break time’s almost over. “Didn’t you dislike that?”

You smile to yourself, fiddling with capsules. Mikuri was right—you didn’t really like this flavor.

But Katsuki did.

And he still does, you think.

“Y/N!”

You whip your head around to see the owner of the familiar voice—Kirishima, decked out in his hero gear, looking like he’s about to head out for patrol.

“Hey! What’s up, Ei?”

He grins, head sticking through the slightly ajar sliding door, “I’m good! ‘s a good thing I ran into you—Bakugou got called out on an emergency mission.”

He nods at Mikuri in greeting, smile still adorning his face, before shifting his gaze back at you. “Looks like it’s still gonna be me and you during the final screening later.”

His eyes dart toward the coffee machine and the freshly stocked pods. Your hips shuffle in front of it before your brain could even catch up.

“Great, see you then!”

With that, Kirishima flashes you a final grin before easing out of the door and heading toward the elevators.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Final screening?” Mikuri whisper-shouts the second Kirishima’s out of sight.

You sigh, collecting the packaging and shoving it into the trash bin. “Sidekicks. He finally got Bakugou to say yes to getting one.”

“Oof, good luck with that.”

“Personally, I think it boils down to these two.”

You thrust forward the two sets of files in front of you, eyeing everyone seated at the oval-shaped meeting table.

“I agree,” your HR subordinate chimes in from the far end of the table.

“I vote for web dude,” another adds. “He’s so much like Bakugou personality-wise. They’d have to click.”

The recruitment head shakes her head, “Yeah, but his quirk doesn’t complement Bakugou’s explosion as much as the girl’s water jet.”

“I know, Yamakawa-san. But did you even see her? She’s so timid, I’ll bet you 5,000 yen that she’ll quit on day 1 of Bakugou shouting at her.”

Murmurs of agreement course through the room, but you’re not paying attention to what they’re whispering to each other.

“I doubt he’ll want someone so similar to him,” you mumble to yourself.

Apparently, you say it loud enough because everyone looks at you in confusion.

Shit.

“I mean, imagine how much of a PR and HR nightmare that will be,” you joke, although it comes out a bit stilted. Fortunately, they, including Kirishima who is seated at your right and at one end of the table, chuckle at your wisecrack.

“Are you voting for the girl, then?” the recruitment head inquires once the laughter dies down.

“Well…” you pause, “I agree that Moriyama-san is remarkably meek and timid, but just from her series of interviews, let alone her practical test, I could see she liked a good challenge.”

You tap her portrait, “Beyond just being a good match for Bakugou’s quirk, she’ll surely step up. And I know for a fact that if there’s anyone who can guarantee that, it’s Katsuki.”

At that, some eyes widen, and you can’t help but tilt your head in confusion at the perplexed looks they’re giving you.

“I mean, Bakugou!” you backtrack, finally realizing your mistake.

Desperate to change the subject, you direct your attention toward Kirishima. “What do you think, Kirishima-san?”

He passes you a knowing smile, one that is too unnerving for your liking, before leaning back on his chair.

“I think you’re right.”

You allow yourself to do some internal chastising the minute the meeting is adjourned.

Hiding your complicated feelings for Bakugou was easy—mainly because you rarely saw him around.

But hiding how much you knew about him?

That’s a whole different story.

“Good work, Y/N,” Kirishima pats you on the shoulder as the rest of your recruitment crew pile to exit the room.

You flash him a thankful smile before hopping on your feet and gathering your documents. “I’m trying not to make you regret hiring me, boss.”

He chuckles good-naturedly before looking away in what you think is reluctance.

“What is it?” you prod, feeling a sense of uneasiness crawl through your spine.

He seems to hesitate before continuing, “I was just gonna say—you always know what’s best for Bakugou.”

At that, your expression falters, and you feel your shoulders tensing at the mention of Bakugou’s name. You refuse to let your hurt (or whatever the fuck it is you’re feeling) show on your face, though.

Instead, you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I just want the best for my bosses.”

Kirishima doesn’t say anything after that, but you can tell the gears are running in his brain. He simply nods in acknowledgment of your response before heading for the door himself, and you follow suit.

You’re at the doorway, stifling a tired yawn when you lock eyes with the man of the hour himself.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima exclaims in greeting. He encases Bakugou in a bro hug, which the latter begrudgingly accepts. “You got the mission done and over with?”

Bakugou, in all of his costume-decked glory, eyes the redhead and scoffs, “Obviously.”

His eyes flicker to yours. You nod at each other in lieu of a verbal greeting.

“You just missed the meeting,” Kirishima starts, vaguely aware of the palpable tension between the two of you. “We found’em—your first-ever sidekick!”

You almost want to laugh at how Bakugou doesn’t match Kirishima’s energy.

He simply grunts in response.

But Kirishima’s not the type to give up so easily. Instead, he adds: “Y/N made the final decision.”

You stiffen at the mention of your name, Bakugou’s eyes shifting toward you at the same time. You brace yourself for a snarky retort or a lame insult, but nothing comes.

Instead, he merely gives you a firm nod.

“Thanks.”

At that, he makes his way to his corner office.

You were only reminded that your HR personnel was still around when murmurs erupted in Bakugou’s wake.

“Just like that?”

“Wait, he’s in?”

“Wow, never thought he was capable of saying thank you.”

“Yeah, all I get is a halfhearted eye roll.”

The last comment would’ve made you snort if you weren’t too dazed by how uncharacteristic that was of Bakugou. You stand there for what feels like minutes as the others around you start toward their respective offices.

Finally snapping out of the trance the second you realized you were alone in the hallway, you head toward your own office, renewed with the resolve to take your mind off of one Bakugou Katsuki.

You had just the thing to keep yourself busy.

The monthly HR-hosted game night of Ground Riot agency is the one HR activity everyone actually looked forward to.

It’s the one time of the month employees get to let loose during weekdays and bond with colleagues, as well as enjoy free food and drinks, including the occasional booze.

It is also a pain in the ass to organize.

As the HR department head, you technically served as the project head, too, overseeing all of the subcommittees—from programs to logistics—on top of your everyday workload.

Suffice to say, the week before game nights never fails to whoop you in the ass with crushing responsibilities (and for the record, you’re not overreacting—you take your HR events very seriously) but you dare say that the outcomes and seeing everyone enjoy themselves always make it worth it.

For this month, in the spirit of encouraging employee engagement in your department, you let the Recruitment and Selection subdepartment be in charge of the program’s game proper.

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have.

Because now your very own HR members are dragging everyone to answer very personal truth-or-dare questions.

And ‘everyone’ happened to include Bakugou Katsuki.

“Bakugou-san!” an employee from the engineering department regards said man, who, by some miracle, has let himself be forced into playing.

Having chosen the ‘truth’ option, he is now seated on the mini-stage you happened to help set up earlier that afternoon.

One of your subordinates hands the support items engineer a microphone. The latter taps the mic before resuming, glee evident in her voice. “How many people have you dated?”

Cheers go off from all around the room at the question, and you shoot a withering glare at your assigned subdepartment members. One catches your eye and visibly cringes.

But goes on pretending they didn’t see you.

Fucking hell.

Grabbing yourself a microphone from the sound booth, you speak into it, trying not to freak out over the fact that this will very much be the first time you’ll verbally address Bakugou in two years.

“Apologies, Bakugou-san,” you start, “You don’t have to answer that.”

Everyone looks at you in bewilderment, including Bakugou who himself looks puzzled.

You take the lull that has befallen upon the room as a sign to continue.

“Such questions are deemed inappropriate as per HR standards. I’m going to have to speak with my subordinates after this.”

You expected uneasy silence as a response, but you sure as hell didn’t anticipate the plethora of jeers that erupt in the room, some even exclaiming exasperated ‘come on’s’.

You’re about to insist (as calmly as you can, that is) when a low, gruff voice crackles from the speakers.

“‘s fine. I’ll answer the fucking question.”

The room goes entirely still. You hold your breath.

He heaves a sigh, and you could’ve sworn his gaze flickered to you for a moment before he looks away.

“Just one.”

Oohs and aahs get passed around, and despite yourself, you feel a shot of relief course through your veins at the implication of Bakugou’s answer.

He hasn’t dated since you.

“Are you guys still together?” a male employee shouts from the other end of the room, and you can’t help the rush of blood toward your cheeks at the question.

You need to put your foot down, now.

“Okay,” you interject, “that’s enou–”

“No. We broke up two years ago.”

Your head whips toward Bakugou’s direction, shocked at his ready admission. The reprimanding words that you were about to spit out die in your throat.

“You plan on seeing anyone anytime soon?” another employee asks from the other far corner.

You’re about to pipe up in protest—distressed over the inappropriate questions, as the HR head or ex-girlfriend, you don’t know—when Kirishima stands up and barks out a good-natured laugh.

“I think that’s enough prodding, you guys.” His eyes flicker to Bakugou’s and then yours in a split second, face etched with concern, before he turns back his attention to the crowd, a toothy grin having replaced his previous expression.

You didn’t realize how tense your muscles have gotten until Kirishima stepped in to intervene, and at that, you slowly let out a big exhale through your nose.

God fucking no. The last thing you need is for your co-workers to find out that the HR head, of all people, is their boss’s ex.

Before you can even spiral further, though, you feel a hand clap your upper back. You twist to find Kirishima, who is, weirdly enough, beaming with excitement.

“We actually have something special planned for a special someone today.”

And as if on cue, the rest of your HR department enters the room, with your secretary carrying your favorite cake and the others holding balloons and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You don’t remember telling anyone about your favorites except for one person.

Confused, you turn towards Kirishima. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” he mimics, amused at your confusion and the employees who hear laugh. “It’s your one-year anniversary in the agency!”

You could only gape in shock as the people around you, the ones you, over time, grew to identify as family, crowd you and urge you to blow out the candle and accept the flowers.

Still disoriented, you do what they tell you, and they cheer in response as you do so.

With all the busyness that came with the search for sidekicks and the monthly HR game night, you completely forgot about the significance of today’s date.

Overwhelmed by the sentiments and the sea of people surrounding you, you don’t know where to look or mouth a thank you.

Somehow, your gaze finds Bakugou’s—only to see him already looking at you from behind the crowd.

You’re about to look away, unable to sustain his piercing gaze, when he flashes you a small smile.

None of those smirks or mischievous grins he usually sports around other people.

No, this one was different.

Because this was the kind of smile he’d reserved especially for private moments with you.

Before you can give it a second thought, you find yourself smiling back.

“You really couldn’t be bothered to change into normal clothes before coming here?”

You, as inconspicuously as you can, look around the café you’re currently in, wary of paparazzi or anyone else that could recognize Pro Hero Pinky. The last thing you needed was a picture of you (the lucky civilian), haggard after a long day of work, all over Twitter.

“Nah,” she shrugs, “patrol was completely uneventful anyway. I’ll shower when I get home.”

You reach for your iced drink, mumbling under your breath, “I wasn’t worried about you…”

“Hey!” she pouts, “Is that how you treat a friend who’s done you a major favor?”

Your eye twitches at the mention of a favor.

These things never end well with Mina.

“Mina…” you groan, “what did you do?”

She rubs her neck sheepishly. “I kind of promised one of my colleagues that you’d go on a blind date with him.”

“What the fuck?”

She grabs your hand over the table that sits between the two of you. “He’s a real catch, I promise you. Tall, handsome, and a crazy smart support items engineer.”

You frantically shake your head, yanking your hand from her. “Idiot, I’m not worried about your ‘candidate’. Who the fuck said I wanted to go on a blind date?”

Mina whines and thrashes in her seat in response, maybe in an attempt to make you feel sorry and just go along with her antics.

You refuse to do so.

After a few minutes of an incredulous stare-off, she finally deflates in defeat.

“I just thought I could help you out and get you out of your shell. You haven’t dated anyone since…” she trails off, and looks away awkwardly, “you know.”

You chuckle despite yourself, albeit quite solemnly.

Until now, it still makes you feel guilty how the rest of your friend group is forced to deal with the aftermath of your unsuccessful relationship with Bakugou.

“You can say his name, you know. He’s not Voldemort.”

Mina rolls her eyes at that, but you can tell it’s playful more than anything else.

You look down at your now clasped hands. “I appreciate the help, you know that.”

She nods vigorously, and you almost laugh at how much of a textbook-active listener she is.

“But?”

You sigh, “I just can’t right now. If I end up dating someone, word will eventually get around in the office and I just…”

You lock eyes with Mina, whose eyebrows are raised in anticipation.

“I don’t want to make things awkward between Bakugou and me, especially now that I’m working in his agency.”

A few moments of silence pass before Mina speaks up, slunk against her chair.

“Man, you’re the world’s best ex-girlfriend, you know that?”

You snort, “Thanks.”

She sighs in exasperation, “I mean, even if you guys had the most ambiguous breakup ever, you still are extremely considerate about him.”

You’re not, by any means, in the mood or headspace to explore why that is, so you go for the safest answer possible.

“What can I say,” leaning back into your chair yourself, feigning nonchalance, “I’m just an incredibly good person.”

Mina doesn’t even bat an eye at your quip, “Yeah, yeah. Why did you guys break up, anyway?”

“Woah,” you lean back, aghast, “it’s,” you flick your wrist to check the time on your watch, “5:17 PM, Mina. And I doubt this café even serves a beer.”

You’re deflecting, and Mina has known you long enough to be aware of that.

She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms across her chest. “Don’t you think I’m owed a little bit of information? I’m the one who set you guys up.”

“Actually, that was Kirishi–.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interjects, “I helped.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. She waves it off.

“Point is, I was there when this budding relationship started, and I’m here to know the deets about how it ended.”

You shake your head in resignation, “You sure you don’t want to say you’re just nosy?”

She grins at you, “Nope!”

“So you’re telling me he got too busy and neglectful, you ended up asking for a break, and you’ve never talked to each other since?”

“Yep. That’s what I just said.”

Out of the blue, she hops onto her feet, and in doing so knocks stuff around on the table.

A glass of water almost spills.

“Mina?” you seethe, “Sit the fuck back down. People are gonna stare.”

“Bitch, I have pink skin. They’ve been staring since we entered the room,” she snaps, “And don’t even think about changing the subject.”

“I’m not! Just sit back down.”

She obliges, but she’s still visibly riled up, “I knew your breakup was vague, but not this vague!”

“I don’t know either, okay!” you put your hands up, exasperated. “A month into it he got Kirishima to get his things from my apartment, and so I just assumed he wanted to break up.”

Her eyes are filled with bewilderment, “And your asking me to get your things from his apartment?”

“I…” you hesitate, “I asked you immediately the day after.”

At that, she huffs in surrender, sinking back into her chair. “And you’re supposed to be an expert at conflict resolution.”

“Hey,” you throw a used tissue at her, which she expertly dodges, “That’s for the workplace setting. Romantic relationships are a whole other thing.”

She scoffs, fiddling with the piece of paper containing the café’s WiFi password. “And then, what? You took a gap year to find yourself?”

You roll your eyes for the nth time, reaching forward to take back the tissue you threw at her.

“Don’t make it sound like that. I just took a gap year after graduating to rest and figure out what I wanted to do. I was just lucky enough to have been recruited by Kirishima even if I had zero work experience by the time I came back.”

Mina eyes you, “Even if it meant technically having Bakugou as your boss?”

You look down at the piece of tissue in your hands.

“Even if it meant actually having Bakugou as my boss.”

Mina doesn’t say anything after that, only reaching for her cup of decaf coffee. You follow suit, taking a sip from your now-diluted drink.

You look up at her to see that she’s thinking hard about something.

In spite of yourself, you feel the familiar feeling of dread rising in your throat.

“...You’re not gonna tell him about this conversation, are you?”

“Who, Katsuki?” she asks and you gingerly nod. “Of course not!”

You hold eye contact for a while longer before looking away with a big sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

Three knocks echo through the hallway, as well as Kirishima’s expansive, corner office. Hesitantly and without noise, you peer through the glass door to see him in his regular clothes and in his desk, rifling through some documents that appear to be mission reports.

Kirishima looks up and catches your eye. Beaming at you with an inviting grin, he beckons you in with a wave of a hand.

“Y/N, bro! What’s up?”

You smile at him as you enter and close the door behind you.

He calls everyone bro, regardless of their gender.

“Hi, Ei. I have the report on the recruits, including Bakugou’s sidekick here with me,” you gesture to the folder in your hand. “Can you spare a minute to go through it together?”

What seems like hesitation dances across Kirishima’s face before he somehow schools it into a sheepish frown.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he starts, “I’m kinda busy right now,”

He flips through the pages for emphasis, “Have an important report due in an hour.”

“Oh, well that’s okay. I can just come back later when you’re free.”

You’re already turning back to exit his office when Kirishima speaks up again.

“—but Bakugou’s available!”

Slowly, you shift back to face him.

“...What?”

“I mean,” Kirishima backtracks, evidently flustered by his outburst, “Bakugou’s free right now. He can go through those documents with you. Especially since he’s the one getting a new sidekick and all.”

You gulp despite yourself, willing desperately to calm your now racing heart.

“But Ei… It’s always been you and our department coordinating on stuff like this. Why the sudden change now?”

It takes Kirishima a few seconds to reply.

And what he says knocks the breath out of your lungs.

“I just think it’s about time he starts taking matters into his own hands.”

When you got dressed and ready this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having your first proper conversation with your ex in two years.

But the universe, or rather, Kirishima, had other plans.

Thinking ‘this is the best it can get’ as you stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you sigh and make your way to your desk to get the files, heading straight to Bakugou’s office afterward.

When you get there, you don’t dare to immediately walk toward his doorway as you did with Kirishima. Instead, you stop at his secretary’s desk.

“Is Dynamight in?”

“Yes,” his secretary chirps without hesitation. How she’s able to still be her sunshiney self despite working immediately under Bakugou is beyond you.

Human resilience, you guess.

She clicks a few times with her mouse as she stares at her laptop screen, before looking back at you again. “He’s actually expecting you, Y/N-san.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

Hope flutters in your chest without your permission.

You clear your throat in an attempt to not sound winded. “Really?”

You’re itching to ask if he cleared out his schedule specifically for you, but luckily, you don’t even have to make a fool of yourself because his secretary brings it up herself.

She smiles, “He had me move things around so he could make time for you.”

At that, you blink at her, speechless.

These double meanings are not helping in easing your nerves about this impending encounter.

“You can go ahead,” she gestures to the office, effectively snapping you out of your reverie. “I already gave him the heads up that you’re here.”

Great, you think to yourself. No turning back now.

After shooting her a quick thank you, you clutch the folder to your chest, as if it’s some sort of protective gear, and walk to his door. Upon reaching it, you realize that you don’t even have to knock, because it’s already slung wide open and held in place by a stopper.

You walk in.

Refusing to look at Bakugou, who, from the corner of your eye you can see has his back towards you and is looking at the view of the city skyline, you opt for going through the pages of the file instead.

With a sharp inhale, you finally look up to meet his gaze, only to find that he’s still turned away from you.

He probably didn’t hear me come in, you think.

You clear your throat, and he startles, albeit so minutely anyone else would’ve missed it, finally turning to regard you.

“Hello, Bakugou-san.”

You don’t wait for him to greet you in return. You simply move forward and place the folder on his desk, before stepping back again, hands clasped together behind you. He nods in acknowledgment and shifts to sit on his office chair.

“That folder contains the report on the recruits, including your new sidekick, Moriyama Kairi. It includes their personal histories, interview transcripts, and resumés, as well as recommendations by the departments regarding costumes, training programs, and the like.”

He only grunts in response, thumbing through the pages as you speak. He flips through them so fast that you doubt he’s even going to bother anything beyond skimming through.

He pauses, though, on a certain page, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowing as he examines it, before closing the folder and placing it back in front of him.

You brace yourself for a comment on an error of some sort.

Instead, he says: “Thanks.”

Your mind goes blank.

You scramble for a decent response.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“...Really?” he questions skeptically, pushing back on his desk to stand up, slowly circling it so that he can be face-to-face with you. He’s no less than two feet away now.

“It’s nothing?”

“I mean,” you stutter, shifting your eyes away from him to look at his desk, “it’s my job. That’s part of the job description.”

“Huh,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Your eyes flicker back to him. Like Kirishima, he’s in his regular clothes, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“What?” you ask despite yourself, frustration bleeding into your voice.

He smirks, but there’s no malice behind it. “I didn’t know HR was supposed to produce a detailed write-up on how a sidekick can best complement their assigned Pro Hero.”

Your eyes widen slightly in alarm, and you find yourself grappling for any excuse to rid yourself of his suspicions.

Despite them being true.

“We are, actually,” you lie through your teeth. “I made a similar one for Kirishima back when we recruited Tanaka-san.”

“Really?” he asks again, visibly unconvinced, and you can’t help the annoyance that flashes through you. “Because I read through that file myself, and I didn’t see anything of the sort.”

Shit.

The playful expression that once adorned Bakugou’s face is now displaced by a serious countenance. You don’t even get to have a word in because he’s already speaking again.

“Why?” he starts, “Why did you do this for me?”

At that, you straighten up, face flaming in anger or embarrassment—you can’t tell. He seriously can’t be asking you this.

“It’s your first sidekick,” you retort, “And you’re not exactly Mr. Congeniality around here.”

You expect him to bite back with an insult himself, but he doesn’t.

“Okay, let’s say that’s true.”

You guffaw, “Wha–”

“Why go out of your way to make me this when you’re already drowning in work?”

You can’t believe the audacity of this guy.

“So you admit HR has been swamped these days?” you snap, but continue to deliver the last blow. “Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know! Since it’s Kirishima who does all of the coordinating work with us.”

“I do know,” he spits back, “That’s by design, and I’m more involved than you’d think. And,” he shoots you a look, “don’t change the subject.”

You’re bubbling with vengeful words but what comes out is a huff.

“What do you want me to say, Katsuki?”

At your taunting, he opens his mouth to say something, but ultimately decides against it.

Your stomach drops in disappointment.

“...Well,” you say meekly, “if you don’t have anything else for me, I have to get back to my office.”

Turning your back to him, you’re about to head for the door when he grabs your wrist.

“Wait.”

Your heart leaps in your chest.

You pause for a moment, before spinning to look at him.

It takes you less than a second to conclude that gone is the aloof and composed Bakugou.

It’s now the vulnerable Katsuki, who’s unable to look you in the eye, standing in front of you.

“Fuck, I…”

You can’t help but ache at the sight of him struggling. Despite yourself, you try and gently coax it out of him.

“What is it, Katsuki?”

At your affectionate mention of his first name, he finally meets your eye. You almost stumble back from the intensity of his gaze.

But not as much as at what he was going to say next.

“I want…you to admit it.”

You frown, “Admit what?”

He exhales before closing his eyes shut.

“That you’re still in love with me.”

tagging. @katsukis1wife

[samandcolbyownme]

This one shot will include a teacher!Reader x student relationship. Just move along if it’s not for you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, reader is a few years older than Chris, heavy flirting, tension, angsty, kissing, hair pulling, slightly rough actions, biting, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 2.9k | unedited

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It was hard being a young professor at the university.

Always having to deter guys away from flirting with you. Having to ignore comments that are made towards you. The other, older professors trying to make passes while meeting with you one on one so you can answer their ‘questions’.

You just got used to it, constantly going through the motions as each day passed. Eventually, it became like muscle memory.

Until one day, one student changes everything for you.

You had no control over the feelings that had creeped in. No control over the smile that you fought so hard to keep off of your face each time you made eye contact with him, and it grew harder and harder by the days.

It also doesn’t help that he makes sure to get there early to grab the seat right up front in the middle.

Every. Single. Day.

“I expect to see the homework I’m assigning, done and on my desk tomorrow morning.” You look around, “It’s easy work, seriously.”

The class chuckles and you glance at Chris who’s looking down on his phone, “Something important Mr. Sturniolo?” You walk around the front of your desk and lean against it.

“No, not really.” He smirks and you nod slowly, “Mm, alright then.” You rest your hands on the desk beside you, “I guess that is it for today. I will, hopefully, see you all tomorrow.”

You turn around, dragging the strewn papers across your desk into a pile.

It didn’t take long for the room to empty out, or so you thought it was empty.

“Ms. Y/l/n.”

You turn around, laughing slightly, “Chris, this is college. You don’t have to-“

“I like it.” He shrugs, his peaking out to run along his bottom lip, “I was just wondering if I could get some extra help?”

You smirk, “Chris, your grade are.. perfect. What help do you need?”

His eyes glide down your body as he thinks of something quick, “I, um. The essay.” You raise your brows and tilt your head, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay.”

You motion with your finger for him to come closer, and he walks towards you, “Yes, Ms. Y/l/n?”

You lean in, “There’s this magical place called a library. Full of books and knowledge. All you have to do is pick one under the genre of your choosing, and write something based on that book.”

He smiles and good god, you feel your knees wiggle.

“Right, right.” He steps back, “Just thought I’d give it a try.” He walks back to his seat and grabs his bag, “See you tomorrow.”

As he walks up the steps, you sigh, “Chris, wait.”

He stops, turning around on his heel, “Yes?”

“If you pick a book today, I’ll go over it with you tomorrow after class.” You watch as he nods, fighting back a smirk, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You nod and watch as he leaves, letting out a sigh before turning to gather the rest of your things.

——

The rest of the night you kept thinking about the interaction between you and your student, knowing damn well what he was doing.

And you were letting it happen.

The next day in class, Chris decided to wear his glasses, which only made it harder for you to give your attention to the other students, focus on what you’re trying to teach even though it was projected onto the big screen behind you.

“Before, I click to the next slide, who can tell me how the black plague was spread, bonus if you can tell me how many people were affected.”

You look around, “anyone?”

You see Chris raise his hand and you motion, “I’m going to say, rats.”

You nod, “You would be correct. Rats played a massive part in killing..” you shrug, “How many people?”

“A lot.” Chris answers, earning laughs from the class.

“I mean, you’re not wrong, but I’m looking for a number.” You laugh slightly, “Or a rough estimate I should say.”

Another person raises the hand and you point, “Yes, Jay.”

“Over a few million.”

You nod, “Close.” You turn around clicking to the next slide, “Over seventy five million people were affected and died by the plague.”

The day goes on and soon enough, it’s just you and Chris.

“Did you find a book?” You ask as you sit down at your desk. He sits down on the other side of your desk and shuffles through his bag, “I did, I just have to- ah ha.”

He pulls out the book and lays it on the desk, “Here it is.” He slides it over and you reach out, your hand brushing along his.

You glance up, his eyes already on you and you smile, “Good book.”

“You’ve read it before?” He tilts his head, reaching up to push up his glasses and you nod, “I sure have.”

There was tension. Obvious, tension.

You knew it was wrong.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, feeling like this.

But trouble has never looked so fine.

“Chris.” You laugh slightly, “What are you doing here? I don’t think you need any help.” He leans back, arms rested on the chair, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is..” you take a deep breath, “I don’t think you’ve cracked this book open enough to need help.”

He smirks, “Yeah, I haven’t even opened it.”

You laugh, “So.. what you can do..” you lean forward, pulling off a sticky note, “crack open the book, and if you need any help..”

You press the note with your number on it down onto the book, “Text me.”

He bites his lip and nods, “Thank you.”

You nod, “Anytime.”

He shoves the book back into his back and leaves, leaving you to sit and wonder along in the silence.

Later that night, as you’re settled down onto your couch, reading one of your favorite books, your phone goes off.

You smirk before you reach forward, your face dropping in disappointment when you see it’s another coworker trying to get you to say yes to a date.

You ignore it, swiping it away from your screen.

As you go to set your phone back down, an unsaved number pops up.

Hello Ms. Y/l/n. It’s Chris.

You bite your lip, pulling your phone towards you and resting your hands on your book as you type.

What can I help you with, Chris?

You save his contact and by the time you’re done, he’s already responded.

I cracked open this book, just like you said to do.

You bite your lip, taking a deep breath.

Can you wait until after class on Monday?

You chew your thumb nail anxiously, “No, no.” You shake your head, typing up another text, but you stop when Chris’s text comes through.

I really don’t think I can wait any longer, Ms. Y/l/n.

I could really use the help tonight if you’re available.

Your breath is shaky, you knew what you wanted to say, but also knew that if you did that, you’re not only putting yourself at risk, but Chris, too.

Before you could even think, you texted him your address.

Make sure one know sees you come up.

You stand up, pacing back and forth, “shit, shit. This is actually happening.” You quickly move to start picking up your apartment. It was already clean, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to keep your mind occupied until you got that text.

Soon enough, your phone goes off.

I’m here, on my way up.

You walk over to the door, looking out of the peep hole until you see him. You open your door and he walks right in.

You could tell he wasn’t here to go over his book, or have any of his school questions answered. He didn’t even have his backpack.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” He smiles and looks around, “Nice place.”

“Thank you, Chris.” You smile and flip the lock on your door, “So what can I do for you?”

He takes a deep breath, smirking as he motions to you, “It’s weird seeing you in sweatpants and a tee shirt. You’re usually dressed up.”

You laugh slightly, glancing down, “I change into them as soon as I get home from teaching.”

“I like it when you dress up. You always look so pretty.” Chris steps towards you, “But there’s just something about the coffee stain on your sweats that make this even better.”

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even-“

Your words are cut short by Chris quickly closing the space between the two of you with his lips on yours.

You kiss him back until you push your hands on his chest, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Chris licks his lips, giving you a shrug, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He closes the space again and slides his hands down to your hips, “I promise.”

You slide your hands to his neck, tilting your head to the side as his lips move down yours, “Fuck.” You breathe out, “You are such a bad idea.”

He leans back, shaking his head slightly, “You don’t like bad ideas?”

You let out a sigh, “I like bad ideas. Just, only when they look like you.” You re-close the space, pushing him to walk back towards the couch.

He sits down, pulling you into his lap. His hands slide back to your ass as you kiss down his neck.

“Fuck.” Chris groans out as you grind down onto him, his grip on your ass tightening, “Roll over.” You oblige, rolling over to lay on the couch on your back.

Chris slips out from under your legs and takes off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor before his white tank disappears from his body, too.

He drops down to his knees, leaning over the couch as he slips his fingers into the bands of your panties and sweatpants, “when I zone out in class…” Chris pulls them down, kissing the newly exposed skin, “I think about you, sitting on your desk, with your legs over my shoulders.”

You gasp, reaching down to slide your hand into his hair, your fingers tangle his hair around them, “Fuck.”

He pulls the clothing over your feet and drops them, pushing your one leg towards the back of the couch, “You just look so fucking sexy in those skirts you wear, Ms. Y/l/n.”

“You can use my first name, Chris.” You glance down at him and he reaches up to take off his glasses, “I’ll call you, whatever you want, ma.”

He leans in, ripping moans from your lips as his tongue glides up your core to your clit. His tongue flicks against it a few times before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes.” You arch your back, the heel of your foot digging into his upper back, “Feels so.. good!”

He groans against you, his tongue dragging back down to slip into your aching hole. You groan, tugging on his hair as he earns louder moans from you.

His hands grip your hips, moaning against you as he slides one over to press his fingers onto your clit and rubs slowly.

“Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes.” You pant, gasping out as clench around his tongue. You pull him up, leaning forward to kiss him as he positions himself between your knees.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, your hands sliding down and dragging your nails back up his back.

He groans into your mouth and reaches down to push his sweats down. You spread your legs more and he looks down to line his cock up with you.

You watch as the tip of his cock slips in and your eyes roll back, your head falling back as he slides in the rest of the way.

His hand cups your cheek while his other holds his weight up, “Fuck, ma.” He kisses up and down your neck, “you feel so good around me.”

You moan at his words, moaning loudly as he starts to thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you tug his hair at the nape of his neck with the other.

He groans, “Fuck, fuck.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, arching your back, “Fuck, I’m g-“ you moan, “I’m so close.”

He brushes hair from your face, his head handing down to rest against yours. Your moans mix together and you gasp, clenching his cock like your life depends on it, “Yesyesyes.”

You create more red lines on his back, “Chris, Chris.” You pant out, “Fuck, yes.”

You come undone around him, whimpering out as he guides you through your high, “You look so pretty when you’re a mess under me.”

His lips connect with yours and his thrusts pick up, moaning into your mouth as he slides his hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly as he leans his head back, “I want you to ride me.”

You nod, sitting up as he move to sit down. You take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest to him, and you straddle him.

He bites his lip as he rests his head back, his hands tight in your waist as you sink back down onto his cock with a moan.

“Fuck, ma.” He slides his hands up to squeeze and knead your boobs, “You’re so hot.”

He leans in and you lean in, your lips connected in a heated make out. Your hands slide to his cheeks, cupping them as you bounce up and down.

His hands slide back down your sides and he lays his head back again. You kiss down his neck, biting and sucking a small mark into his skin, “You’re so hot.”

He groans at your words, bucking his hips up with a grunt, “Shit, ma. Gonna make me cum.”

“That’s the goal, right?” You smirk, head tilting back as you sink all the way down, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You drag your nails down his chest, whining out as you start bouncing again.

He thrusts his hips up again, moaning as his arm slides around your waist, “Just like that, baby. Just..” he groans, bucking his hips upward, “Like that..”

He leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan as his tongue flicks against it, your hands tangling in his hair, “Fuck, Chris.”

You tilt his head up, crashing your lips onto his.

“I’m close, baby.” He warns, “Where do you want me?”

“Let me off and I’ll show you.”

His grip releases from your body and you bounce a few more times before quickly moving to your knees on the floor.

You waste no time in leaning forward and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your hand pumping what isn’t in your mouth.

You take more of him in, bobbing your head as your hand twists with ease from the slick on his cock.

He pants, whimpering out as he places a hand on the back of your head, “Fuck, fuck.” He throws his head back, bucking his hips as you feel him twitch within your grasp.

You swallow his cum, groaning lowly as you lick around to clean his cock.

You lean back, breathing heavy as you slide your hands down his thigh. He tilts his head up, his chest rapidly rising and falling, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a teacher.”

You laugh as you reach over to grab your shirt, “Have you?”

You toss him his shirt and he gives you a funny look.

“What?” You ask as you slip your shirt on over your head. Chris shakes his head, “Nothing, I just..” he chuckles slightly, “Didn’t think this was going to be a one and done thing, you know?”

You stand up, moving to slip on your sweats, “I don’t remember telling you that.”

He looks up at you with a smirk, “You didn’t.”

“Hmm. Guess that’s a good thing then right?” You sit down next to him and he lifts his hips to pull his sweats up, “I would say so.”

You turn towards him and sigh, “No one can know about this, Chris. You know that right?” He nods, “Why would I want something like this ruined?”

He reaches over, tucking hair behind your ear, “I plan on keeping you all to myself, Ms. Y/l/n.”

——

Thank you so much for reading. I love you all so much! See you in the next one! 🖤

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[ferrstappen]

Can I request petty jealous charles? He’s just quietly stewing in his anguish. I think it’s be funny if someone that he looks up to, like a musician or something, was flirting with his gf and this really upsets him. And he acts petty for a few days

a/n: sorry for the delay babeeee :( but here it issss. also this features Bad bunny bc I saw the pics of him arriving in Monaco and idk got the inspo. also we're going to pretend the last music challenge takes place after Monaco.

titi we don't care l Charles Leclerc

All eyes were on Monaco, and with good reason.

Engines roaring, cameras flashing, boat traffic (if that's a thing), Hollywood making their way from Cannes to the Principality, spotting old money meters away, most of them trying to get a word with Charles.

It was fine in the beginning, this wasn't the first Monaco GP you attended, but after the first free practice ended and Charles was grabbed from right to left, the Ferrari hospitality grabbing most of the attention of wealthy people, whispering how F1 was less exclusive by the day, too popularized, lousy celebrities getting an invite and they’d probably be present for Indy 500 and Le Mans. Shameful.

The same people were examining you, eyeing the “simple” Trina Turk dress and Bimba & Lola bag, gifted by Isa on your birthday, hanging from your arm, all before Charles PR manager approached to tell you he, the home hero, wouldn't be available until practices were over, too many press and meetings in between.

Then, a man with a glass of wine sat down next to you, telling you it was fucked up they wouldn't let the drivers prepare for what they were supposed to do, which was driving. Esta bien cabrón, those were his exact words.

He introduced himself as Benito, of course you knew him as Bad Bunny, his songs being everywhere and wasn't he dating Kendall Jenner?

He kept you entertained, bad mouthing the snotty people surrounding, stopping the conversation to greet people who approached him. Isa joined soon after, also shaking her head at the fact Carlos and Charles would have to spend almost the entire day worrying about media instead of resting and discussing strategies with the team for Sunday.

Conversation was easy, barely noticing the hospitality getting a bit more crowded, louder. It was the WhatsApp group with your girlfriends that got your attention, attaching pictures and asking what was going on between you and Bad Bunny. What?

Of course, Twitter was full of you laughing at something he said or before he pointed something funny or imitated a rich person making conversation on how quiet luxury was a trend now and how it wasn't fair for them, fucking Succession.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your waist from behind, making you jump because the only person allowed to grab you like that was supposed to be around somewhere, being interviewed or filming content, but you were wrong, a big grin appearing at the sight of Charles, full white and red, overall hanging on his waist and white Ferrari cap, hair fluffy from the heat and running his fingers through it.

"Bebé, I thought you'd be busy all the day," You kissed his lips, subtly squeezing his waist through the suit.

Yes, he was supposed to be busy until the day was over and you could head back home, but in-between interviews Charles checked his phone to the dismay of every PR worker in Ferrari, but his Twitter was filled with mentions of pictures. First they were pictures of you alone in the hospitality, Charles smiled knowing you were probably bored but stayed so he wouldn't be alone, but...

user1: Not Bad Bunny shooting his shot at Leclerc's girl 💀

user2: BENITO GET AWAY she's ms leclerc!!!11!

user3: damn, Charles Leclerc getting screwed by Ferrari and his girlfriend

user4: (y/n)'s probably bored af, Isa got to Monaco a couple of minutes ago and she's talking with Benito, big deal leave her alone she's there for Charles.

A strange feeling brewed in his stomach, he instantly knew he was jealous. Did he have a good reason? No, he trusted you and the relationship with his life, but he was obviously and painfully aware people wanted you; your good nature, gorgeous features, bright smile, perfectly shaped boobs... yes, it didn't sound fair when he left a trails of broken hearts and loving eyes everywhere he went, people being interested in F1 just because of his looks, but that was purely platonic, they didn't dare to make a move, but your case was different, he had seen with his own eyes how men tried to make their move right in front of him, he even made sure you always wore the gold necklace with a charm engraved with CL16 was visible.

Carlos, being part of the drivers' gossip network, eyed Charles' screen, whistling in a worried manner, telling him to be careful or he'd be listening to Bad Bunny songs about (y/n) on the radio.

"You know, there's pictures of Isa as well, look," Charles pointed out, annoyed by the teasing, but Carlos playfully dismissed him. "Hey, sorry but I have to get to the hospitality, I'm very overwhelmed and I need to see my girlfriend," Charles half lied; he wanted to see you, but just to let the second most streamed artist on Spotify know you were very loved and appreciated, and completely off limits.

Which takes him to the Ferrari hospitality.

"They gave us a couple of minutes before it's time for the last meeting," Charles tensed when noticing people were staring at him. "Why don't you wait at our lounge, bebé? It’s less crowded, Isa is there, Lorenzo and mum should be getting there soon,” he said in a hushed tone, but loud enough for the other man to hear. You nodded, getting up and collecting the small Bimba & Lola bag with some of the multiple passes and everything hanging from it.

"Oh, bebé, sorry. This is Benito, he was keeping me entertained," It was a bizarre situation, honestly, presenting a world-known singer to your boyfriend like he was a friend.

Charles squeezed your waist a bit tighter, shaking hands with the native from Puerto Rico. They exchanged a couple of words before someone approached the singer, making it easier for you to leave.

Charles was holding your hand a bit tighter than usual, maybe he was being protecting knowing people were watching every move. you asked him how the car felt, but he didn't give a real answer, just making a sound of approval.

That attitude carried on during the entire weekend, you thought it was the pressure of being home, past mistakes and bad luck haunting him. it ended when he crossed the finish line in first place, kissing you with tears on his eyes, relishing on being the home hero.

But two days later, he still had moments where he held his head a little taller, short answers and pretending he didn't hear you.

Charles knew he was being ridiculous, his fists tightening when some radio played a Bad Bunny song, even when one of them was voluntarily added by himself on a playlist, he had to take a deep breath. Irrational and disgusting behavior if you ask Charles, but he couldn't stop it. Not even when he saw you trying to hide the purple marks appearing on your hips.

He noticed your side of the bed dipped and light turned off, his back facing you as he pretended to be asleep, ignoring your soft chuckles. he didn't even flinch when your arms wrapped around his waist, placing your leg over his and loudly kissing his cheek.

"You are so cute when you're jealous," you told him, leaving another loud kiss, this time on his back.

"I'm not jealous!" He lied with a high-pitched voice, still not facing you.

"I know you are, but it's okay, it comes with having a girlfriend as incredible as me, you know?" This time Charles laughed, turning around and now placing his arms around your waist as yours moved to his neck.

"Shut up, he was flirting with you!" Charles argued.

"He was not! He actually saved me from a lot of creeps asking my name and whether I was free to grab a glass of wine or whatever,"

Charles knew that was the truth, he had witnessed it and was common talk between the drivers how their girlfriends and sisters were often approached by older men with not so good intentions.

Knowing he had no way to defend himself, he rolled his eyes at your giggles when your lips met his, but admiring him when he rolled on top of you, running your thumb through his cheeks.

[natsaffection]

My sweet Baby. | part 1 | N.Romanoff

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader

Word Count: 2,997

warnings: none (until now..)

A/n: Here it is! The first part of: My sweet Baby. I don't really have a post schedule, so I will post anytime. Maybe every two days. However have fun..

(Pls keep in Mind that English is not my first language. So if you see any Mistakes please let me know)

It's the first day of your hard-earned vacation in L.A. You've wanted to go here since you were about seven, and now the time has finally come. You arrive at your...well, hotel, if you can call it a hotel. It was one of the cheapest in town, and since you were just sleeping here and out on the town the rest of the time, it wasn't too bad for you.

You put your things down and opened the only window in the room. You look out and breathe in the new fresh air that you could only dream of until today. You looked down at the people who were beginning their daily lives. What do you think it's like to live in such a big city forever? What do they work down there, so they can afford it all?

You shake off the thoughts and remember why you are actually here. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then you started your first morning of the day.

The first two days went according to your plan. You saw your sights, you bought a t-shirt with the palm tree, you went to the Santa Monica Pier and much more. You could get used to that.

It was already late, and you decided to go to a cafe to wind down. So, you googled again which of the stores serve good drinks and above all at a pleasant price. After all, you didn't have much left. You found one after a while and were surprised when you stood in front of it... "It doesn't look that bad...".

You were at first taken back about the statements of the café, but once you dared to take a look inside, the feeling quickly faded. You went inside and stood at the counter, you looked at the menu card and ordered what sounded best to you. The lady just smiled kindly and went to work. Meanwhile, you looked around and felt a little uncomfortable. You saw people with expensive clothes, expensive watches, was that a Rolex? Is that even a Rolex? All over the place.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice another person ordering a drink. And you didn't notice until the barista went back to work. You took a few steps to the side so that the other person would also have more room to wait. You looked at her and..wow. That is now the final sign that you were in the wrong place. How can someone be so pretty? She had long, red, curly hair that went a little past her shoulders. At her neck, a necklace that must have cost more than your whole vacation here. Her clothes must be handled with soft gloves...And of course again, a watch that has more parts than your cell phone. You suddenly had an urge to say it out loud,

"You have a really nice watch.."

"Oh, thank you..Do you own a Philippe too?"

Philippe?

"I'm sorry, what?" You looked at the woman, confused. Why is she asking you about a country now? "The Patek watch, sweet." You looked back down at her wrist and back up at her,

"Oh! No, no...I don't own one." God, this is embarrassing, "It's very pretty! You must have paid a fortune for it..." The older woman looked at you and leaned back a little, "Three million." Now it was your turn again, who looked at her confused, "Three million what?”

The woman just had to smile, "Three million dollars, the watch I mean."

Okay, now what's the quickest and easiest way to leave this store? THREE MILLION FOR A WATCH? Who would do this?...I- Who would spend that kind of money on a device that can only tell the time?

"Wow that's a l-"

"Ms. your late is ready." You were interrupted by the barista as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the redhead again and smiled, "That seems to be mine."

She just looked after you as you took it and asked how much you should pay now,

"That'll be 13 dollar."

HUH?

"E-Excuse me, but could you please repeat that? I think I mis-" You clearly misunderstood her, it was three, THREE dollars-.

"That's thirteen dollars." You looked at her as if you had seen a ghost, "T-Thir-"

"Put it on my bill please, here you can keep the rest." A soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, and you saw the red haired woman with the totally overpriced watch, hand the other woman a $50 bill. The barista just nodded, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Did a strange woman just give you money? Why? "W-Well, thank you..I'll give you this back-" She held a hand in front of your face to stop you, "Please, that was for the compliment earlier." She smiled and looked back as she got her drink. She looked back at you, "Shall we sit down?"

You looked deep into her eyes and thought about it. What could possibly go wrong? "Yeah sure, why not..."

Her smile widened, and she made her way to a window seat. She pushed out the chair and waited for you to sit down, "Thanks..." You smacked yourself inside, as your voice sounded totally pathetic. She's just trying to be nice, right?

"So, what's a pretty young girl like you doing in one of the most expensive cafes in the neighborhoods?" Most expensive?!"Wait, that's this one, right?" You took out your phone and showed her the picture you had googled earlier. She leaned further forward and looked at the picture, "No, that would be one street over. This one..."

She looked at you for a moment, and you didn't know why. She then took a finger and scrolled around a bit on your phone, "This is it, that's where we are right now." You looked at her before turning your phone towards you and looking at the screen. Your jaw dropped now for the fourth time today. You are in a five star coffee shop. One of the best in town. Well, that explains a lot...

"Okay, this is a little embarrassing..." You held your drink up to your face so the other woman next to you wouldn't see your red face. "You're not from around here, are you?" That the woman finds this amusing was totally audible,

"No...I'm actually from Denver. I'm just here for a few days." The redhead took a sip, "Why?"

"I'm here for a short vacation, since I've always wanted to come here. I mean..we're talking about the real Los Angeles! The city that's probably in most games or movies. I wanted to see it for real." You think your answer was enough for her, "So, what do you think so far?" You thought a little, "Well..Damn expensive..I mean, we are drinking a coffee for thirteen dollars right now! In college, it's 1,50..."

"You're still studying?" I've only known this person for five minutes and still could hear out that the question sounded surprised. "Yes..art history. It's fun, so there's nothing to complain about..."

I smiled at my self and so had to the woman, "May I ask how old you are?"

Can she? I mean, I don't know this woman... "I'm 21." The woman looked at you with a monotone facial expression, but inside she tried to hide her lust, "Still so young..wow," you had to laugh, "Yeah and still doesn't know what to do with me.."

"You don't?"

"No..I mean.. I'm barely managing to pay my college, so..."

The woman looked at you curiosity. She took out her cell phone and typed on it for a bit until she put it back. "What's your name?" The question was unexpected. You just cried your heart out, and she just wants to know your name?

"Y/n..Y/n L/n."

"Well Y/n, I think today is our lucky day..."

"Why? Are you offering me a job? I don't know if you were listening to me earlier, but I'm not from here..I live thousands of miles away..So if that's not a home office job that also pays better than my two current jobs to-”

She watched you as you let your frustration out. She makes a mental note to her to not fire her assistant after all, who screwed up bringing her the coffee and had to go herself. "Believe me ms. L/n this offer will blow you wide open." You looked at the woman and tried to get a glimpse of whether she was joking. However, you realize she is total serious. "Okay.. go ahead Ms?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

Natasha Romanoff..you knew that name from somewhere..But- "But we don't discuss that here. I appreciate my privacy and most of all yours."

What?

"Now you're scaring me a little..If you want me to walk over dead bodies for you, it's going to be difficult-" The woman chuckled, "No..I have another department for that." What- "I'm just kidding."

"I-I knew that! Um..With all due respect, but I'd like to discuss the offer here..."

So I could run..

"I wouldn't do that if I w-"

"Here or not at all..Ms Romanoff." You leaned back, proud of your statement. I mean what could that woman possibly do to you?

Meanwhile, Natasha is trying her hardest not to pull a fist one on you, and spank your ass after that answer. She leans forward again and looks you right in the face, "One more answer like that Y/n and I'll put you over my lap in front of everyone."

You just imagined this. No way- no way did she just say that to you. "Do you understand?"

"W-What?"

No. You didn't imagine it. Did she- "Y/n?"

Perhaps Natasha did act too quickly when she saw your notification on your phone from the app called: Sugar Mommy Fee. However, your concerns evaporated when, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"I understand, sorry..." Natasha nearly moaned. You even have manners, that's a lottery win she wouldn't even need. "So as you wish, I-" you shifted in your chair, "N-No..um..I'll get back to you on that offer from earlier..not here." Natasha just smirked, "All right then, follow me."

                                      The two of you left the cafe and walked towards a black Bentley. In front of it, someone in a black suit waited and opened the back door for Natasha. She stepped aside and let you go in first. You thanked her and sat down in the back. 

Your mother would throw her beloved cup against your head if she knew you got into someone else's car. But what could happen? Natasha obviously has something big to lose if she decides to kill you.

"May I ask what you do for a living?" Natasha looked over at you from her Ipad,

"My company is a global leader in communication technologies, eco-production and next generation agriculture solutions."

Her company??

You couldn't keep up with the first word. The woman sitting next to you is a literal doer. That explains the car, the clothes, hell that watch..So why does she want anything to do with you? The one who has a hole in her sock and paints her toe black, so you can't see it. You also take your cell phone out of your pocket and wanted to write your friend whats happening. And maybe send your location. You were about to unlock your phone when you saw the disaster.

You saw a few messages from Instagram, a message from your family group and...a notification from Sugar Mommy fee. That's it. You're screwed. Natasha must have seen it when she wanted to show the real cafe. That's why she was staring at you! Fuck..Is it fuck? I mean.. The app was just a joke between you and a friend, but look where it got you. You're probably sitting in a sugar mommy car right now. Oh god...Nata-

"What's on your mind?"

"N-Nothing!!!" Rule number one, you probably already understood: Don’t tell Lies.

"You're lucky we haven't cleared up the contract yet Ms. L/n."

She looked back at her Ipad and continued reading the article she had open. You put your phone back in your pocket and looked out the window. You are on the complete other side of the city, everywhere you saw only big buildings, and then you stopped at one yourself. Natasha got out and you were overwhelmed because you didn't know what to do until Natasha opened your door. You took a deep breath and got out.

You entered the building and people were everywhere greeting the red-haired woman. You entered an elevator and the man from earlier stayed outside, "Is he here for your safety?" The woman looked down at you, she could literally feel your fear, "Steve?" She chuckled, "No, I'm good at taking care of myself, but my marketing department insisted. Good looks for the public, the normal stuff. "Oh..” The normal stuff, what have I gotten myself into?

Before you could worry anymore, the door opened and Natasha was waiting for you to get off the elevator. "Just follow the red carpet."

"Red seems to be your favorite color, doesn't it?"

Natasha just grinned and put her hand on your back to guide you. Don’t Blush Y/n! The two of you walk a bit until you arrived in front of a large wooden door, which of course was opened again by two staff members. In the room, which is twice the size of your hotel room, has a stunning view over the whole city. You could barely see the people below you. "Have a seat."

Natasha pointed where, and while you sat down, she went to a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. She came back and sat down as well and unwrapped the envelope to put it in front of you.

"What is this?"

"A confidentiality agreement. It says you can't talk to anyone about anything that concerns us. I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." You looked at the piece of paper and back at her, "Are you putting this in front of everyone you want to start to Date? And as I mentioned..I can't stay here, Ms. Romanoff. I'm going to college for a few more months, I-I'm going to work, and it's all miles away..." Natasha leaned back in her chair,

"First of all. I don't date. Second, we can work out that distance thing, there's more than one way. Besides, it's only an hour flight. I can handle that."

Now the alarm bells were ringing. "You? You can handle that? What about me?"

"Y/n..." She leaned forward again and bowed her hands in front of her, "do you even know what a sugar mommy contract is?" Why does she never mince words and always blurts everything out right away?!

"Answer me, Y/n." You shifted,

"N-Well..Two people enter into a relationship while Person A gives money to person B and Person B gives Person A..Love..." Natasha sighed and took a breath,

"Okay..I want you to listen to me carefully now. In such a..relationship as you call it, it is strictly speaking a soft form of prostitution. In exchange for expensive gifts or other forms of payment, the Sugar Baby," She points to you, "provides her companionship and usually sexual favors. I'm looking for just that. A person who will keep me company at various things and in the nights-"

"I'll be your Toy? Is that it?" She didn't like your tone at all.

"Yes. Just that and nothing more." She looked you straight in the eye to check on your feelings. "Steve is downstairs to drive you to your hotel right now if you want to decline. But..I can give you everything, Y/n. And when I mean anything, I don't just mean financial."

What are you supposed to do? Leave? Stay? BOTH? You don't know..Natasha's offer sounds..tempting, but would you be willing to put your body on the line for it?

"Can..Can I think about it?"

Natasha felt a tiny bit of success. She pretty much has you in the palm of her hands.

"Of course. When's your flight back?"

If I tell her, will she refuse?

"In two days..." You could see a little movement. "Well that's short notice, but we'll work it out, don't worry about it."

She always makes it sound so easy..

"Okay and..are we sleeping with each other now o-or?" Natasha slid her chair a little to the side and opened a drawer by her desk. She took out another sheet of paper and a pen and put the two things in front of you, "Write your email on there please. I will send you all the details." You did as she said and wrote it on the paper. "You can keep the pen." You look at her and see her just smiling, "See as with souvenirs."

"I-I don't have a laptop..And the mail program on the phone is-" Natasha pressed a button at her desk. "Don't worry about it, it's already taken care of." A few seconds later, another woman opened the door and brought you a wrapped box. I rolled my eyes as the paper it was wrapped in was red, of course.

"I'll mail everything to you tonight, and after that, you can still refuse, anytime, okay? But think about it.“ You both got up from your chairs, "Okay..thank you.."

She walked you to her door, "Steve will drive you to your hotel. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me okay? I need you to be as comfortable as I am, understood?"

"Got it, thanks..." The older woman looked at you and smiled. She did then walk you to the elevator by herself, and you went inside. You both looked at each other and the elevator doors closed.

"Y/n."

"Natasha.."

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Maybe 27 with larissa or lesso?

Hey anon! I already did 27 for Lesso and you can read it here: Red Fever. But I’d love to write this for Larissa 💕🤭 I included an amazing song to go along with this fic 😉✨

I Take Care of What’s Mine ~Larissa Weems xFem Reader

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, shower sex, implied masturbation, fingering, kissing, hickeys, praise kink, angst, enemies to lovers kinda, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had started working at Nevermore this summer and now the school semester was in swing. Your colleagues were pretty nice and the kids were great (difficult at times, but you loved them). And then there was Principal Weems.

You two had a weirdly professional yet complicated relationship. You were both formal and behaved professionally. At least most of the time. You had a hunch that she didn’t like you. And that she simply covered her distaste for you with professionalism.

For one, she insisted that all staff members called her ‘Larissa’ in private, but not with you. For you, it was always ‘Principal Weems’ or ‘Ms. Weems’. She also actively ignored your inputs at staff meetings. She’d just run you over and continue talking. Her words to you were curt and prompt. And you had the feeling she avoided to be alone with you at all costs…

But you loved everything else about Nevermore. So you put up with the Principals disguised hatred. Even though it hurt your heart that the two of you didn’t get along.

You sighed, contemplating all of this for the zillionth time, as you made your way to Principal Weems’ office. You had to drop off some paperwork, which meant you unfortunately had to interact with Larissa… You arrived at her office, only to find the office door cracked open… You entered the office and found no one.

“Principal Weems…?” You called.

“M’mmm…”

You heard a stifled mumble of a voice in response, coming from a side door in Principal Weems’ office. You placed the papers on her desk and quietly approached the ajar door. You heard a light pattering of water. As if someone was showering…

“Oh Fuck…” a muffled voice groaned.

Your eyes widened at this and your ears pricked up even more. But nothing could have prepared you for what you heard next…

“Oh God Y/N that’s it…! Such a good girl…!!” Larissa cried out.

Your breath hitched and you stumbled backwards. Your brain short circuited and you practically ran back to your private quarters. You slammed your door shut, collapsing against the door and panting heavily.

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The next morning, all you could think about was what you had heard the night before. Through the entire staff meeting, your thoughts were spiraling.

Why would Larissa say your name? Didn’t she hate you??

As the staff meeting let out, you decided you had to do something.

“Principal Weems, can I speak to you in your office for a moment?” you asked.

The Principal didn’t even look up to meet your eye. She merely hummed a yes in response. You entered her office, yesterdays sounds ringing in your ear, as Larissa closed the door behind you. She walked around behind her desk and her eyes finally met yours.

“What is it Miss L/N?” She impatiently asked, her foot tapping the floor.

“I…” you stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Why do you hate me so much?” You blurted out, just wanting to get this over with.

Larissa’s eyes widened at your statement and her lips pursed.

“Excuse me…?”

“I… why do you… hate me so much…?” You stuttered, tears starting to sweal in your eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Miss L/N.” She defended.

“It’s not ridiculous!” You exclaimed with a crack in your speech, “I just… I just don’t understand!”

“Don’t understand what??” Larissa demanded with a raised voice.

“If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!” You exclaimed, finally letting it out.

Larissa was stunned. And now you were confused by her reaction. After a minute of straight silence, Larissa broke out in a fit of giggles.

“Is this funny to you??” You questioned the blonde.

“Yes…!” She chuckled, “Do you honestly not understand??”

“Understand what?!” you yelled.

“That I like you!!” She yelled back.

Luckily Larissa had closed the door…

It still hadn’t clicked for you yet.

Larissa groaned out in frustration, swiftly invading your personal space, and smashing her lips into yours. At first you froze, but Larissa was quick to melt you with her lips on yours. You giddily moaned into the kiss, as Larissa’s tongue slid into your mouth. You both had to eventually pull away to regain your breath.

Larissa stared at your unabashedly, as your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Her lipstick was smeared all over you lips and all around hers as well.

“Do you understand now…?” She purred.

Your blush tenfolded, “Yes…” you whispered back.

Larissa’s lips grazed your ear, “Did it turn you on to hear your name on my lips…?” She purred.

You shuddered at the change to such a sultry tone. Your throat went dry at her words.

She lustfully continued, “Did you want that to be your fingers making me come undone…?”

You gulped and nodded.

“Well Why don’t you join me for a shower then…?” She purred, staring you down intently.

“I…Yes please…!” you immediately whimpered in response.

Larissa raised her brow and walked over to the side door, leading to her private quarters. She beckoned you to follow her.

This was a fucking fever dream…

You followed the blonde into her room and then into her bathroom, your mouth agape the entire time. Larissa chuckled lightly at the effect she had on you. She closed and locked the bathroom door.

And then she began stripping right in front of you. Your eyes widened and your blush deepened as Larissa exposed her swell breasts, milky thighs, and everything else for you to see… You were glued to the spot. Larissa eventually sauntered over to you, swinging her bare hips in a delicious fashion.

“This will not work…” Larissa tutted, as she began to remove your clothing, piece by piece.

Your pupils were blown wide and you let the blonde lead you into the shower. She turned the water on. The same sound of pattering water filled the room. You still couldn’t fully believe this was happening. But then her lips were on yours again, and everything made sense again.

Your bodies moved in tandem, as Larissa guided you to trap her in between the wall and your own body. As her tongue explored your mouth, Larissa’s hands explored your exposed, wet body. One hand found it’s home on your ass, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from your lips, which Larissa gladly swallowed. The other hand finding your breasts and kneeding them one after the other.

Eventually, Larissa pulled away from the heated kiss and brought her lips to the shell of your ear, “Why don’t you be a good girl and finger me, baby…” she husked, her words sending shivers down your spine.

You immediately nodded, dropping to your knees for the blonde. Larissa widened her stance for you, as she leaned against the wall with one hand in your hair. Your mouth found home on the blondes clit, causing Larissa to only egg you on more. You ran a finger through her folds, removing your mouth from her clit for a moment to lick her slick off your finger. You moaned in delight.

“God Baby… Don’t be a tease…” Larissa groaned.

At that, your tongue wrapped itself around her clit once more and you slipped a finger into the blondes dripping cunt. Your began pumping and curling your finger inside her heat at a decent pace.

“Oh Fuck…! More Baby… God more!!” Larissa moaned out, her head and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You happily obliged, slipping another finger into her throbbing pussy and speeding up your thrusts. Once you found that spongey spot in the blondes walls, she was done for… Larissa’s legs began shaking and moans flowed freely from her lips. You added a third finger and Larissa snapped.

“Oh God Y/N that’s it…! Such a good girl…!!” Larissa cried out, as she came around your fingers, with your mouth on her clit.

You eagerly cleaned the blonde up through and after her high. You then looked up and met her hodded gaze.

“Such a good girl…” Larissa husked, cupping your chin and raising you to connect your lips to hers.

You whimpered into the kiss, now needing desperate relief yourself. Now you were the one to pul away. Your needy eyes met Larissa’s.

“Please… I need you…” you whimpered.

Larissa chuckled, “Don’t worry, Baby… I’ll take care of you…” peppering along your collar bone kisses in between her words, “my good girl…” she purred.

~~~

[inkbyajm]

of kindling sparks

masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tropes: fluff, slow-burn

warnings: 11 year age-gap (reader is 23, joel is 34)

word count: ~6000

author’s note: so this chapter as well as the next one basically serve as one long exposition before the main story (aka the prequel). i realise this is lengthy as hell but i needed to flesh out the relationship between joel and the reader for the upcoming chapters to hurt, you know?

(p.s. there's mention of joel carrying the reader. i know some people might be put off by this, but joel is quite buff. i mean the man works in construction, i promise he can handle carrying an adult for less than a minute)

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The air was getting chillier, the change of seasons not going unnoticed. (Y/N)'s focus was razor-sharp as she drove through the streets of Austin, making sure to take in the ever-changing leaves on the trees she passed by. As an exchange student, it wasn't cheap to be renting a car, and the money her parents were generously providing her could only last for so long. She desperately needed another source of income. Her prayers were answered the week prior when she stumbled upon an advertisement near the exit to her university. It was for a babysitting job with a decent pay and convenient working hours. She wrote an email to the address written on the poster:

Dear Mr. Miller, Is the babysitting job still available? I'm a student currently on an exchange program at the University of Texas. And while I haven't had prior experience in babysitting, I used to be an assistant teacher in a kindergarten. I'm very good with children and at keeping them alive (this is a joke, but I am pretty responsible, my mother can attest to this). If there is any need for it, I can also cook and clean up after each visit. Thank you for your consideration and I hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, (Y/N) (L/N)

To which, much to her surprise, she received an answer shortly after:

Dear Ms. (L/N), Yes, the babysitting job is still available. It's for my 12-year-old daughter Sarah. And while I appreciate all that you have to offer, there's nothing much to do but keep her alive, so your skill would be useful here. You can come by our house on 1411 Sullivan DR any day of the week after 5pm, we'll go over the details then. If you're still interested, you'll be able to start right away. See you soon!

Best regards, Joel Miller

After half-an-hour of driving, the house finally came into view. Just as she parked the car in the vacant driveway, and before she went to meet some stranger she hoped wouldn't turn out to be a creep, the girl gathered her wits and courage with a clasp of her hands, a deep breath, and a firm nod as if to say 'There's no going back now, and if I die, it is what it is'.

Her three knocks on the door were followed by a long pause which made her believe she had arrived either at the wrong time or the wrong house. But as she was about to turn around and flee in embarrassment, out came a middle-aged man with disheveled hair.

"Hello. Is this the Miller's house?"

"Yes, hi! I am so sorry I kept you waiting. (Y/N), right?" he said, wiping his hands on a rag.

"That's me."

"Great. I'd shake your hand, but mine are a bit dirty. Please, come in." he stepped out of the way to let her walk further into his home.

It was decently spacious and cozy, which temporarily put her at ease. They walked through the living room into the dimly lit kitchen. It smelled of spices and garlic.

He gestured around, "Welcome to our humble abode. Pardon the mess, I didn't exactly have time to tidy up," While it wasn't exactly messy, they could benefit from an extra set of hands. "You said you weren't from around here?"

"No, I'm quite a long way from home," (Y/N) said, taking a seat at the dining table. "I wanted to see other places, gain a bit of independence. Austin was one of the first to accept me, and since it seemed like a fine city to live in, I packed up my things and arrived at the beginning of summer."

"I'm Texas born and raised myself. Wouldn't dream of living anywhere else. How old are you exactly?"

"Twenty-three, sir."

He proceeded to rummage through the fridge that was almost full. "Alright. Would you like a beer, then? And please, call me Joel. You're making me feel old."

"Right, Joel. And sure, I'll have one if you do."

Joel handed her a cold bottle as he sat down across from her. She was familiar with the brand, they served it at the bar she worked at part-time on weekends. For the next hour-and-a-half, the two discussed (Y/N)'s life, her studies, Joel's job as a contractor, and Sarah. At some point, the attacks on 9/11 came up, unpacking the nation-wide terror they had brought. She recalled the panicked calls she received from her parents, begging her to come home. She had to explain that she was alright, that there was nothing to do about it now, and that she couldn't leave the city when she had already formed ties and taken on responsibilities.

Just as Joel was getting into another anecdote from Sarah's childhood, they heard keys jangling in the front door as it opened and shut.

"Speak of the devil. Done playing already?"

A soft voice rang through the house, "Yeah, I'm really tired." Then a pigtailed girl stopped abruptly at the entrance to the kitchen. She was wearing a soccer kit, carrying both a purple backpack as well as a blue duffel bag.

"Sarah, this is (Y/N). She's gonna be your nanny from now on."

The little girl hesitated at first, then gently approached the table and extended her small hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you." she said with as much courage as she could muster, earning a smile in return.

Getting up from his seat, Joel kissed his daughter's head and told her food was ready, which prompted the child to run upstairs to her room. Feeling like it was her cue to leave, (Y/N) followed suit and slung her bag on her shoulder.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm not much of a chef, but I have to admit I make a mean chili." said the man, pointing at the steaming pot on the stovetop.

The smell of a homemade meal was making her mouth water, but she hadn't known them for long enough to get comfortable. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I should really get going. I have some reading to finish before morning."

The two made their way back to the front door. "Alright, then. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, yeah?"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Miller- Joel, sorry." she corrected herself, waving him goodbye as she swiftly got into her car and began the drive back to her apartment. She hadn't even begun the job, yet (Y/N) couldn't help but feel giddy about her small success.

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A couple of months had passed and (Y/N) was really enjoying her new gig. Sarah turned out to be the sweetest girl the young woman had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She wasn't fussy or troublesome, was very well-mannered, oh-so-friendly and kind, and a fan of using sarcasm here and there, which seemed to be something she picked up from her father. Joel, too, was accommodating to the new addition of their little family. (Y/N) could sense, however, that he was somewhat more reserved - closed, even. It was harder to get to know her employer, but she didn't mind, these things took time.

Leaning against her car, the young woman read her copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' for the 4th or 5th time. Something about it brought her great comfort, especially during the colder months. The festive season was quickly approaching and she wasn't sure if gifts would be appropriate so early-on in her employment. She had zoned out for so long, she didn't have time to register her name being called nor a pair of arms swiftly wrapping around her waist.

"Hey, kiddo." she laughed, hugging the curly-haired girl back.

She let go and stared up at her babysitter with her big round eyes. "Did daddy send you to pick me up?"

"No, I just finished classes and thought I'd swing by."

"What are you reading?"

(Y/N) turned the book to show the cover, "Pride and Prejudice. It's an old book."

"What's it about?"

"Uh- well, it's about a lot of things, but mainly it's the story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy who have to overcome their differences to end up together. Hence the title."

"That sounds kind of interesting."

"Yeah, but it takes a lot of hatred and pettiness to get there."

The little girl shook her head in disapproval, "Adults. Why do they have to complicate things?"

"Alright, wise one. Get in before you get cold."

The car ride gave them more time to bond. They sang to Sarah's favourite songs and talked about whatever was on the little genius's mind. It was a unique experience for both of them, two feminine energies collided, something each of them longed for dearly.

At home, (Y/N) spent a significant amount of time helping Sarah with her homework: a bunch of English grammar exercises, essay writing, as well as some algebra. Following their arduous work, the girls decided they deserved some fun and made creamy pasta (one of Sarah's favourites) for dinner. Whilst waiting for the patriarch to come home, they got comfortable on the couch to watch 'Mrs. Doubtfire'.

Unsure if she should speak during the movie, Sarah poked her babysitter's arm. "Do you have siblings?"

"I don't, no. Why do you ask?"

"I don't have any either. Do you ever get lonely?"

(Y/N) wasn't sure where these questions were coming from, but she decided to entertain them anyway. "I used to, growing up. Though my parents did a very good job at making sure I felt loved at home. I miss them a lot, but I'm happy here too."

There was a long pause as Sarah was visibly deep in her thoughts. "I never knew my mom," It shouldn't have shocked the young woman, she assumed Joel and his wife had separated after noting the absence of a maternal presence in their home, but it still came as a surprise. "Daddy said she had her own reasons and that they both agreed for me to live with him."

"Adults always have their own reasons for things, even if it may seem dumb. I'm sure it was a very difficult decision to make for her and that she loves you very much."

"I don't think about her often anymore. My dad can be busy, but he does a good job. He comes to every game, takes me to fairs and carnivals, helps me with school projects. He's also extra cool on vacation."

Something about her remark pulled at (Y/N)'s heart. "I see. He seems like a really great dad." The girls went right back to watching Robin Williams dance around while doing chores, as if they hadn't just touched on a thought-provoking subject.

It was almost 11pm and Joel was nowhere to be seen. Instead of letting the girl pass out on the couch, (Y/N) let her hold onto her back as she carried the sleepy child all the way to her room. Making sure all was right, she put her to bed, closed the window, turned on the night-light, then made her way towards the door.

"You're really cool," Sarah said sleepily with her eyes closed. "I hope you stay for a long time."

No compliment in the world could compare to a kid's heartfelt approval. "I hope so too, sweetie. Good night and good dreams."

Walking back downstairs, the young woman took one look around the house and decided she could pass the time cleaning up here and there. She started by tidying up the living room: folding the throws, fluffing up the pillows, putting the board games back on the bookshelf. Then she moved onto the kitchen where she took the trash out, scrubbed the surfaces clean as silently as she could, put the leftover pasta away, and washed the dishes. Satisfied with her work, she went back up to Sarah's room to leave a glass of water by her bed in case she got thirsty in the middle of the night.

In a house that was dead silent, she heard heavy footsteps. In a short panic, she grabbed a pair of scissors that were lying on the desk and crept up closer to the door. The steps were agonisingly slow and calculated. The woman felt like she was in a slasher movie. Babysitters always die first. The only indication she had of the intruder's whereabouts was from the shadow that was created by the light from the kitchen. This is what you get for not turning on every single light in a house where you're all by yourself. One of the most important rules in horror movies, she thought. The shadow approached closer and closer to the door, and just when she hoped the distance was close enough, she leapt out of the room and went straight for the stranger. Unfortunately, her blow was blocked and her body pushed up against the wall. In a blink, she realised what had happened.

"What the hell, Joel?" she whisper-shouted.

"(Y/N)? What are you still doing here?"

"Doing my job. Couldn't let Sarah stay all by herself with no indication of when you'd be back. That would be irresponsible of me."

He let go of her arms, lazily rubbing his face. "You're right, I'm sorry. I got held up and my cellphone died. I'm so exhausted, I completely forgot you were here."

"It's all good, I didn't hear you arrive either," she paused, noticing the blood running down his left hand. "Oh my God, Joel, you're bleeding!"

He looked at the wound like he hadn't even felt it until then, "Oh, this is nothin'. I had worse accidents at work."

"Still, it could get infected. Please, take a seat in the kitchen, I'll be right back."

She went straight to the bathroom to fetch the first-aid kit. It was essential to know where it was, what it had and how to use everything as someone who had to watch a small human being. She went back downstairs to start working on Joel's injury.

"I'm so sorry. I was so caught up in my own mind, I thought you were an intruder, and it was the only weapon at hand-"

"Please don't apologise. It was my bad, really. I should have announced myself," he spoke as he watched her gently clean the cut with a saline cleansing wipe. "Can't blame you for doing your best to defend yourself. Takes courage."

(Y/N) realised that upon closer inspection, her employer was quite handsome. Dark messy hair, a somewhat upkept beard, broad build, crow's feet that indicated how often he smiled, as well as nose wrinkles that indicated how often he frowned. She carefully applied medical tape to close-off the wound and went to put the kit back where it belonged. On her way down, she noticed him looking around in slight confusion.

"Did you…clean the house?"

"Oh, you know, just lightly tidied up. I'm not a fan of leaving the places I stay at messy. Kind of a habit," she noted the silence and her hands instantly became cold. "God, I'm sorry. Again. I- I didn't even ask if you were okay with me touching your belongings, I got-"

"No, you're good. You're good. Don't sweat it. It's just that," Joel chuckled at her need to be so polite after months of working together. "You didn't have to do this. I can't ask you do to things that aren't part of your job description."

"I know. And I don't mind. Really. It's not like I'm playing Cinderella day and night," she said as they shared a laugh. "My job is to take care of a kid and the environment plays a big role."

(Y/N) picked up her bag, ready to leave for the night, "See you on Monday, Joel."

He reached out to touch her shoulder, then just as quickly removed his hand as if she had burned him. "Uh- do you- are you- um," She looked at him with furrowed brows, it's almost as if he was…flustered? "What are your plans for Christmas? Or, you know, holiday season? If you celebrate anything at all-"

"I won't be able to fly out to see my family this year, so I haven't made any other plans yet. Why do you ask?"

The man scratched his neck sheepishly, only then realising how long he had kept her standing on his porch when it wasn't exactly warm outside. "Would you like to celebrate with us? Sarah would be ecstatic to have you."

Warmth blossomed in her chest at the sudden invitation. So gifts are appropriate. Noted.

"I would love to celebrate the holidays with you guys. But only if you don't mind."

"I don't mind."

"Excellent, then I'll be here."

"Great."

"Good."

They stared at each other for way too long, the nanny realised, bearing the slightest of smiles. "Well, then. Good night, Mr. Miller."

He shook his head at her teasing tactic, "Drive safe, Ms. (L/N)."

There she was again, driving back to her apartment, giggling to herself like a maniac and for what? They invited her to celebrate a holiday. People did that all the time. Office workers, family members, casual friends, new and old lovers, it was truly nothing exceptional. But to her it felt different and she couldn't tell if it was because Sarah liked her enough to want her there or if it was because it came from him. Christmas was three weeks away. Three. Weeks. Away. Gifts. She needed gifts. What would she give them? What did they like? It came to her that she didn't know them that well, which meant she had some investigating to do in the little time she had left for shopping.

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When Christmas finally came, (Y/N) simply could not contain her excitement. She thought long and hard about the presents she would give the Millers, and while they may have appeared simple, she hoped that they would be appreciated. She personally wrapped them up in brown paper and decorated them with stamps, ribbons, and tags, firmly believing in the art of gift-wrapping. Austin had yet to see snow, she didn't think it would ever happen, yet the city was nevertheless bursting with festive spirit. Various lights decorated the trees and bushes in public parks. People hosted diverse markets in the streets where they sold artisanal goods and delicious foods. (Y/N) had gone ice-skating with the Millers a couple of weeks prior. Joel was as bad as she thought he would be; Sarah, however, was a natural. They enjoyed a lively Christmas parade that same day.

After parking in front of the house that was very tastefully decorated with her help, the young woman made her way towards the door, her homemade chocolate tarte in hand, and knocked, taking a second to register a male voice she did not recognise. The door swung open to reveal a man not much older than her, wearing a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans.

Looking her up and down, the stranger gave her a smirk, "And who might you be?"

"Hands off the babysitter, Tommy!" she heard Joel yell from deep inside the house.

"Ah, the famous babysitter!" he exclaimed, opening the door further. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

It smelled of oven-roasted turkey, of cigarette smoke, and of pine from the christmas tree. She found all of them moving about the kitchen: cutting vegetables, setting the table, washing the dishes. She felt like she'd arrived a tad too late.

"Can I help with anything?" she said, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

"Nah, everything's good to go," Joel replied as he scrubbed the remaining pots, "(Y/N), this is Tommy, my brother."

Said brother took her hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it, "Very nice to meet you." Sarah couldn't hide her look of disgust if she tried.

"I didn't know Joel had a brother."

"You didn't tell her about me?" Tommy asked in exaggerated disbelief.

"Was I supposed to? Didn't know I was running a datin' agency."

"Thought that was part of the deal when we agreed to be each other's wingmen."

"Mm, don't recall us ever doing that."

"Well, we did. Spiritually. When we went to Buddy's Place? It was just around the time when Cat-" Tommy's monologue cut short with one sharp glare from Joel. (Y/N) could practically taste the tension emanating from him. Not a big fan of reminiscing the past, she noted.

"You know what, it's no problem. It's the perfect occasion to get to know each other, eh?" the younger brother flashed her a smile. They sure had impressive genes in this family.

Once the eldest Miller was done cleaning, all three adults cracked open a few cold ones to start off the evening. Tommy had the brilliant idea to teach Sarah a few card tricks, peaking their guest's interest.

"What are you teaching a 12-year-old cards for?" (Y/N) amusedly asked. Sarah seemed excited, she was one of those kids who loved to learn, it didn't matter what it was.

"First of all, every member of the Miller family knows how to play cards, we start young. And second, if not me, then who?" He made a good point. Tommy was, after all, the fun brother. "Wanna join in? I'm told I'm a great teacher."

She caught onto the subtle flirt and found herself wanting to return the energy. He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome. He smelled of cigarettes and beer with a hint of citrus notes. Not bad with kids but he wouldn't want any of his own anytime soon; very friendly, which for him also meant outgoing, ballsy, and prone to getting into trouble; charming to the point that he might seduce a few dozen women in one night; funny enough to make people like and maybe even trust him. She didn't mind flirting, but that was the extent of her intentions, and something told her Tommy Miller felt the same way.

They spent some time watching as Tommy performed the most outrageous tricks seen to man, to which his sole excuse was "I'm a bit rusty". He also tried to teach Sarah the art of cheating which, much to his disappointment and sorrow, his niece refused to take part in for moral reasons. (Y/N) noted the elder Miller's absence and excused herself from the oh-so-riveting demonstration of a disappearing card to go look for him. After searching the kitchen, his bedroom, as well as the garage, she stepped outside with a throw blanket and found him sitting on one of the patio chairs.

"What are you doing here? You'll get cold." he said, glancing at her from the side.

"I'm tougher than I look," she answered, nevermind the blanket tightly wrapped around her frame. "Came to keep you company."

"Who said I need any?" She sensed a hint of a playful tone.

"I don't know, you look awfully lonely sitting next to that empty chair." This earned her a light chuckle as she sat down. He didn't look very warm with one hand in his jacket pocket and his collar lifted up to his chin. She proceeded to awkwardly move her chair closer to his and slowly, as if dealing with a wild animal, reached out to wrap the throw around both of them, thankful that it was big enough for the job.

Sensing how still and tense he was, (Y/N) felt the need to talk to lighten the mood, "So, do you always sit outside all by yourself? In the dark? And in complete silence? Brooding-"

"I get the picture, and no," he took a sip from his bottle. "Sometimes I like to sit in my car."

He was capable of humour, which was a refreshing discovery after countless weeks of being formal. She understood wanting to define clear boundaries between employer and employee, but when she was essentially tasked to bond with his child and regularly invited to family activities, the lines naturally blurred, and her curiosity intensified.

"Who's Cat?"

Joel was silent for a second, then let out a reluctant sigh, "Cat was…a girl I knew way back when I was young."

"You're talking like you're in your 50s."

"I'm 34 to be precise, but fine, back when I was younger," he said grumpily. "We dated for a bit, then we didn't. That's how it went with most women I met."

"Oh, is this a Casanova situation?"

"No, more of a 'not ready to commit to a kid' situation," The silence that followed was loud, (Y/N) didn't want to make a sound, afraid he'd realise what he was doing and shut himself off. "I was 21 when Sarah was born. She's the joy of my life, I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without her, truly. But...it was hard back then for a single dad with a newborn. Never went to college, had to take on side jobs to sustain both of us. My love life wasn't exactly a priority, and when the opportunity presented itself, they fled as soon as they heard the mention of a child."

The next question was risky, but she couldn't think of anything else, "So you haven't dated since your younger days? Not even the hot single moms in your area?"

This made Joel laugh heartily, a sound she loved to listen to, something she wanted to hear more often. "Not really. I mean I've flirted here and there, but Sarah and I are good the way we are now. She's my priority, and I want to make sure my partner's good to my kid too, you know?"

"If you don't mind my asking, what happened to Sarah's mom?" (Y/N) probed further, "Sarah told me-"

"Nothing happened. She left and that was that." The wall was back up. You pushed your luck.

Luckily for them, Sarah called for everyone to play cards. Which was then followed by board games. What they discovered that evening is that (Y/N) was either incredibly skilled at them or simply unbelievably lucky. She and Tommy got on well, making innocent physical contact here and there, high-fiving each other, sharing a lot of laughter, too much laughter for the man that sat across from them. Joel wasn't jealous, he was never jealous, but the sight didn't make him feel happy either.

After a while, the oven beeped, indicating that the turkey was ready. The four of them prepared the table with bowls of salads, bread slices, side-dishes, making space in the centre for the bird accompanied by roasted vegetables. (Y/N) joined in their prayer before they dug into their food. They shared all sorts of life stories: Tommy's time in the army, the most frustrating clients Joel had ever had, more embarrassing anecdotes from Sarah's childhood, funny and dramatic events that occurred while (Y/N) was on vacation. The young woman then brought out the tarte she'd made for the occasion, much to everyone's delight. It was as silky as she hoped it would be, tasting notes of coffee in her chocolate dessert covered in walnut crumbs. The ambience was relaxing, they sat under the dim light of the scented candles dispersed throughout the kitchen, bathing in the sounds of laughter and utensils scraping against the food on their plates.

When all was devoured, they moved the party back to the living room and Tommy decided it was time for presents. Sarah received hers first, which turned out to be a collection of CDs of her favourite musicians from Tommy and a skateboard she'd wanted for a long time from her dad. She hugged each of them very tightly, already excited to put both of her new belongings to use. Then it was Joel's turn to unwrap a brand new wallet gifted by his brother (apparently, he had complained about his old one he owned for more than a decade) and a second-hand guitar from Sarah that she acquired from a friend's cousin then paid for a cleaning by a professional with her own pocket-money (with a little help from uncle Tommy). Tommy received a steel lighter from Joel, who claimed the custom engraving – a hand-drawn cowboy hat on the front and T. Miller on the bottom – was Sarah’s touch. Just when everyone thought they were done, (Y/N) cleared her throat, calling for their attention, whilst dragging her bag closer to where she sat on the floor.

“I brought gifts of my own.” She declared and pulled out a box and gave it to Tommy, whom she'd met only hours ago. “I’m sorry, I took this just in case someone else would be here, but I wish I had gotten to know you sooner to customise the present to your taste- “

“Oh my sweet God,” he muttered, staring at the large crystal bottle of whiskey. “This is one of the fanciest kind around, it ain’t fuckin’ cheap either!”

“You’re lucky Tommy here is a whiskey connoisseur.” Joel said from his laid-back position on the couch.

The younger brother engulfed her in a warm hug soon after, “You got my taste just right, sweetheart, thank you.”

The room was silent as she extended a purple envelope to Sarah, who sat across from her. It didn’t seem all too exciting. The kid in question opened the envelope, eyeing her babysitter, who herself seemed a bit nervous. The silence in the room was suddenly broken as the 12-year-old squealed her hardest squeal, forcing both Millers to cover their ears.

“It’s two VIP tickets to the Halican Drops concert in Houston next year!” she exclaimed, launching herself at the now grinning woman. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“How’d you get those? I thought they were sold out.” her father asked, clearly having gone through the struggle of standing in long queues to make his daughter happy.

It was difficult to breathe with a prepubescent child sitting in your lap as she held you in a death-grip. “I have an old friend who happens to work at the venue.” she replied, accepting the kiss on the cheek from Sarah who sat back on the ground, practically buzzing as she stared at the pieces of paper in her hands.

Lastly, (Y/N) got up to stand in front of Joel as he looked up at the object she extended in complete surprise.

“You really didn’t have to- “

“Just open it.”

So he did. What he found inside was a Prussian blue knit scarf.

“I noticed you never wear one, and it’s pretty chilly out, so I figured I’d knit you one myself. Finished it just in time a couple of days ago. The color looks flattering on you.” she explained, blushing deeper and deeper with every word. She failed to notice that he, too, was heating up.

“Well, I’ll be damned. This woman can bake, she can knit, she’s smart, and she plays cards like a pro. I mean what can’t you do?” And while she knew Tommy was teasing, she couldn’t help but redden even more.

“I’m pretty proud of my mixing skills,” she added, making him pause with a face that read ‘no way’. “I’m a bartender on the weekends.”

She had barely finished her sentence when she yelped as Tommy scooped her up and over his shoulder. “That’s it! I’m taking this one with me. It was nice to see ya, big brother!”

(Y/N) squealed and wiggled around as much as she could to try to get him to let her down whilst Sarah did her best to save her friend by clinging to one of her uncle’s legs in protest. It was one chaotic scene unfolding in front of Joel, who had not moved from his seat, still staring at the scarf in his hands as he ran his thumb over the soft wool.

After all that excitement, the household members spent a few more hours watching ‘Home Alone 2’ and ‘Jingle All the Way’, DVDs Joel had bought earlier that week. During the viewing, he caught himself glancing at the woman curled up against the arm rest less than a few feet away from him. She remained completely oblivious, amused by the tomfoolery happening on-screen. He left the room for a moment to dispose of his empty bottle in the kitchen. On the short way there, he realised he was slightly tipsy. While he was rummaging through the drawers, he heard someone come up behind him.

“Looking for this?” he turned around to see (Y/N) holding up the bottle-opener. She walked up to the counter and opened the bottle in his hand, brushing her cold fingers against his warm ones in the process.

“You’re cold.” he commented bluntly.

“Yeah, my extremities get cold easily. That’s why I walk around in gloves and thick socks as soon as the temperature starts dropping.”

She threw away her own empty bottle and swiftly turned around to walk back into the living room, when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist ever so gently.

“I didn’t get to thank you back there. You know, for the present?” he spoke softly, giving her a rare smile. “It was real nice of you.”

She noticed the way his pupils were slightly wider than usual and his stance that seemed to swing back-and-forth ever so subtly. “Joel, are you…are you drunk?”

“It takes a lot more than a few bottles of IPA to get me there. I’m just fine.” he whispered, for what reason she wasn’t sure, then unexpectedly walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t leave her to contemplate her next actions for too long because he emerged not even a minute later, holding his right hand behind his back.

They found themselves standing closer than they should have, but neither of them seemed to care as Joel revealed the mystery object.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

It was the most beautiful edition of ‘Jane Eyre’ she had ever laid her eyes on. Red leather hardback with golden accents all over it, including the fore-edges, it looked like something out of a royal library.

“How did you know?” her question was vague, but she knew he knew what she meant.

“Sarah told me about the books that you like, said you haven’t read this one in a long time.”

Her warm embrace came to him as a surprise, but in the state of mind he was in, not only did he accept it, but it felt good, it felt right to hug her back.

“It happens to be one of my favourites, so thank you. Really. For all of the things you’ve done for me so far.”

The two held onto each other for longer than needed until Tommy’s call brought them back to reality. The other Miller eyed the returning pair suspiciously as they took their respective places on the couch and went back to watching the movie in comfortable silence. Only he noticed the red book in her possession and fought hard to stop himself from smiling.

Later that night, after all the dishes had been washed, the leftovers put away, and the only child put to bed, Tommy reluctantly sat in the back of the cab Joel had called for him. I am not fetching my brother from a jail cell on Christmas Day, he'd told him. When he walked back into his home, he saw a sleeping figure on the couch, covered by one of the throws.

He went into his bedroom and took no more than 10 minutes to replace all of his linen with fresh ones from the closet in the hallway. He wasn’t going to let his guest sleep on a couch, especially not under a row of windows or next to the entrance door. Carefully picking her up, and she was one deep sleeper, he made his way back to his bed to lay her down on the new sheets.

My extremities get cold easily.

He changed his usual blanket for a thicker one then grabbed a pillow and went to make his bed downstairs. He picked up the scarf lying on the coffee table once more and unfolded it entirely, only then noticing the tiny initials embroidered in grey into one of the ends – J.M. Upon an even closer inspection, he realised it smelled of vanilla and flowers.

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masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

tags: @elliaze @joeldjarin

[jimhopperlova]

Jim hopper and reader work together at the station and it is a party then a officer start to sanche with she and jim hopper gets jealous and say enough is enough have to tell my feelings for her and make her only mine . Thank you

- Party Time [18+]

omg!! thank you so much for the request! my first ever, so i’m going to make this special.

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): jealous!hopper + sassy!female reader

Summary: based on s1 hopper, the station hosts a christmas party. reader is all dressed up for the most festive time of the year, and hasn’t realized she’s getting all the attention. hop isn’t fond of the way callahan is ‘innocently’ flirting with reader, and desides to man up and finally tell reader his true feelings.

Warnings: large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), degradation (calls reader a slut), light slapping on the face, spanking, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie.

once again thank you for this!!

it was the annual christmas party at the station. you had managed to find something sexy, to hopefully get those familiar eyes onto you. it has been way too long on crushing on someone, and if this didn’t work, you were simply giving up. you weren’t blunt, nor were you that honest. especially if he didn’t see you in that light.

you sighed, pulling over the skimpy santa claus outfit. it was simply a small red dress, the details hinting it was meant to be santa. you saw it at the local dollar store and immediately needed it for this party. you giggled to yourself once you put it on. it fit your curves perfectly and you knew this had to play in your favor. normally you didn’t wear things like these, but you would if it meant getting the guy you had your eyes set on ever since you started working at the station.

flo was getting old, and they were hiring for an assistant. thanks to your year experience of working as a server at the local diner, clearly they liked you. flo especially. she thought you were simply adorable, and ‘a great addition to the team’. hopefully this skimpy outfit didn’t teer her away from your adorable ways.

you placed the final touch onto your outfit, which was the santa hat. your hair also helped compliment the outfit, it sparking the desire you needed. now it was time to go and hopefully not get slut shamed.

30 minutes or so you were pulling into the station. you grabbed a 24 pack of sugar cookies on the way, you telling everyone you would bring something sweet to the party. you grabbed the package of cookies and strutted your way into the station, your black tall boots clacking against the pavement.

as soon as you entered the station, it seemed all eyes were on you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat before dropping off the cookies to where the other desserts were.

“wow. ms. (y/l/n), i didn’t think you could ever dress like that,” flo laughed softly, before your cheeks emitted a deep blush. “i know who you are wearing that for, though.” flo spoke softly in your ear, your heart racing. so it really was that obvious? speaking of which, you couldn’t find the man anywhere near. he probably was in his office, hiding away like he always does.

momentarily, the party started. the music was blaring, and the decorations were set. you smiled at yourself at the ones you put up, before flo laughed softly. not only was it the station’s party, but a lot of people from hawkins decided to come along as well. ted and karen wheeler, benny even, some of the town folk just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.

you smiled at how much it was succeeding so far. meanwhile, you were dancing by yourself with a cup of coke in your hands, humming softly to the music. suddenly, callahan approached in your view. you looked back at the man who was blushing madly, the glasses not doing him any favors.

“wow, uh.. you look really.. nice tonight.” callahan stumbled on his words, a small laugh escaping your throat. you looked back at him with a bright smile, admiring how much he looked nervous to talk to you.

“a little different than what i wear, huh?” you responded back to callahan. he nodded and laughed loudly, almost too awkwardly. he realized he was laughing way too loud, and then he stopped. he looked down awkwardly, and all you could do was laugh back at him. callahan was always too nervous, or too awkward for you to have a straight faced conversation with him. bless his heart, though. he really did try.

“i guess you could say that,” callahan spoke, sipping on his own drink, looking you up and down. it was adorable, almost like a schoolboy crush. and then the song ‘faithfully’ by journey started to play, making callahan all that much more nervous. he looked down and with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, only before asking a question. “um.. would you mind dancing with me?” callahan then asked, you looking at him with a smile. you couldn’t say no. he was being really sweet.

“of course, phil. you don’t have to ask me twice,” you replied with a smile. callahan’s eyes lit up and he slowly placed his drink down on the table closest to the two of you, only before hsitantly placing his hands on your waist. he looked really nervous. it made you laugh softly. “i don’t bite.” you responded to the way he was hesitantly holding onto you. you then placed your own drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked at him, and he could only smile back at you.

little did you know, the grump finally emerged from his office. clad in still his uniform, he waltzed out and looked at all the townfolk. he nodded at them with a straight face and made his way to the coffee maker. he made himself yet another cup of coffee (the 10th one that day, probably), before peering around the station. he noticed you, and your arms around callahan. the officer was looking down at you, laughing at something you said. the chief did his best to ignore the way you flirting with callahan, and instead tried his best to focus on the coffee.

jim was one of those guys that did what he wanted to do. he was an alcoholic, a pill popper. fluttered with the responsibilites of being chief of police. no one called him jim, unless it was his friends. he liked the title, ‘chief’, especially when it rolled off your lips. you really did try to be as innocent as you could, but even jim knew that wasn’t the case. you flirted with him almost everyday, and of course jim would only respond with a nod in response. it was wrong to have any sort of feelings for you, so the thoughts that rummaged through his mind everyday about you were slammed in the back of his mind. that was until you decided to show up today in the sluttiest outfit you could have ever picked out.

“seriously, you look.. really good. i’m sure you have the eyes of every townfolk in here,” jim heard the voice of callahan say to you, the chief trying his best not to easedrop. but he couldn’t help it. it was you for god’s sake. “i mean.. even all the married men! ted is looking at you right now, trying to be happy with his wife.” you laughed at phil’s words, and you rolled your eyes. jim was practically sick to his stomach from the words being exchanged. one more thing, and he swore he was going to rip you out of callahan’s arms-

“you’re too cute, phil.” those were the words you spoke that caused jim to have a small little temper tantrum. jim then immediately stormed over and made his way over to the two of you, a small snicker escaping his throat.

“that’s it, (y/n). i need to see you in my office. right now.” jim spoke up, your eyes going wide at the words of the chief. he looked you up and down, and clearly aggrivated about something. you looked at him, too. he seemed stressed and tired, and maybe something in his mind had finally snapped about you. you finally got the chief’s attnetion.

“what- what did i even do, jim? i mean, uh.. chief.” you spoke back at jim who only rolled his eyes and made his way to his office. you looked back at callahan who sadly nodded at you, going back to his own drink. you let out a drastic sigh and slowly followed jim into his office. you walked in and he was sitting down on his desk, peering up at you with those angry hooded eyes he ever wore. but he was never this angry when he looked at you.

“shut the door,” jim spoke and you did what he asked before looking back at him. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, ready to get yelled at by your boss. “what made you think wearing that slutty outfit was okay?” jim asked you again, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the chair. you shook your head and laughed, looking back at him.

“there’s not a rule i can wear something sexy, is there?” you asked jim now, actually kind of upset. what gave him the right to tell you what you could wear? oh yea, he’s your boss. but you were right. there wasn’t a rule that said you couldn’t be a slut for christmas.

“there is. my station, my rules,” jim responded to your snappy response. he clearly wasn’t very happy to what he walked out to. “secondly, where the hell is your professionism? you’re flirting with your coworker. that is also not tolerated.” jim shook his head after he stated this, running his hand through his hair.

“i didn’t see that in the employee handbook,” you replied to jim about the rule your ever so loving chief demanded you. “secondly, i wasn’t flirting with callahan. he was flirting with me, and i thought it was adorable. so you can shove it, mr. chief of police.” you finally responded with rage, irritated about the sudden burst of rage coming from jim. it was unfair. he couldn’t tell you who you could or couldn’t flirt with. you were a young and attractive girl, able to flirt with whoever you wanted. especially when your crush that just scolded you wasn’t into you.

“where the fuck did i say you could backsass me?” jim finally spoke only before he stood up. he looked at you with one fell look, your eyes widening slowly. you still believe in everything you said, despite his small temper tantrum. but the way he towered over you, demanding you respect him, was turning you on. you couldn’t lie. this was your crush, and he could do anything he wanted to you and you would still think he was hot. maybe even hotter than before.

jim looked at you again. and this time, it was different. almost like he was trying desperately to not touch you. and that was exactly what he was doing. thoughts of the two of you being alone in his office. the way you wore that skimpy outfit. the way you looked innocent as ever, even with that stupid outfit. he didn’t realize until now, but he had it bad. bad for you, that was.

“well, jim, i don’t about you, but i’d like to get some more attention,” you spoke with a small smirk, hoping to rise more and more anger out of him. he seemed the type to bottle up his feelings until he snapped. especially when you just called him jim. that was a no no. “so enjoy your paperwork, i’m heading back.” you said one last time before you turned your back onto the chief, and jim at this point had enough. he was sick of hiding it. he wanted you for him, and him only.

jim had grabbed your arm before you got out of reach, turning you back to him. he then squeezed your cheeks together, bringing you closer to him. you looked up at him with wide eyes, and jim could only look back down at you with an angry cold stare.

“you’re not fucking going anywhere,” jim stated before he brought your lips to his, kissing you hard and rough. even though he was still behind his desk, he still was close enough to get to your lips in no time. your eyes widened at the sudden reaction. you did it. you had finally gotten the eyes you ever so wanted on you. and you alone. you finally relaxed into the kiss, you kissing him back just as rough. you needed him just as bad as he needed you. he then released the grip he had on you and made sure you looked at him in the eyes. “you want to be dressed like a slut? you get treated like one.” jim then smacked your face, it stinging pretty good but also felt good. it was weird. you flinched softly at the reaction of him slapping you.

jim had then managed to appear from behind his desk, his hand still cupped on your face. before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, and bending you over his desk. he didn’t care about the god damn paperwork. he was going to punish you while making you his. his and his only.

jim had then managed to fold up your dress right past your ass, your cheeks on full display for him. you let out a surprised gasp at the sudden coldness.

“you really are a slut, aren’t you? no fucking panties. disgusting,” the chief spoke and you could only smirk at the response. jim then grabbed the back of your head and forced it down onto the desk, you struggling slightly. you weren’t expecting quite a reaction like this from him, but you didn’t mind. suddenly, you felt his hand on your bottom. the cold digits of his fingertips rubbing around the soft skin, before there was a ‘smack’. you flinched at the way it hurt, but it felt good. you felt yourself getting even more wet for your boss, and you enjoyed it. “count.” jim had then spoke, the way his voice carried with demand.

“o-one.” you whispered out, before there was another smack onto your bottom. “three!” you yelled out this time, much louder since that smack was much more painful than the last. this kept going until you reached the number 10. “t-ten!” you screamed out, and jim immediately cupped your mouth with his hand.

“shut your fucking mouth. wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we, slut?” jim asked with the same cold and angry stare he had wore before. suddenly, he made you get off the desk and force you onto your knees. “sluts get the ‘on your knees’ treatment. and if you’re good enough, you’ll get rewarded.” jim looked down at you are he unbuckled his uniform pants, letting them drop. he then let his boxers drop, looking down at you with his cock in his hand. he was average size, but it was quite thick. you swallowed past the lump in your throat at the sudden cock in your face.

suddenly, jim’s hips were now thrusting into your face, his cock deep inside your throat. you gagged slightly with the way it hit the back of your throat, your lips parting as wide as they can so he could fuck your face. you looked up at him as innocent as you possibly could. jim contonued to thrust into your mouth as fast as he could, his eyes darting down at you. you looked so fucking good, being so good for him. he couldn’t wait to make you his.

“f-fuck. you keep being good like this, i’m gonna cum way too fucking fast,” jim blurted out, and instantly stopped what he was doing. he looked down at you and held his cock deep inside your throat, watching as you gagged on him. he thrusted out of you, watching as your saliva was hanging off of his cock and off your delicious lips. he then made you stand up, your knees weak from how long you’ve been sitting on them. jim’s lips attacked yours, kissing you hard and passionate again. he then pulled away and made you bend over again. but this time, he was going to make you his. “you’re fucking mine. mine and only mine.”

jim then folded up your dress again, your ass on full display. he playfully rubbed your pussy, making you even more wet for the man above you. you moaned softly at the way his thick fingers played with your folds, a small chuckle escaping jim’s throat. that was probably the first time you heard such a laugh from the chief.

“you’re so desperate to get fucked, huh, slut? or are you that desperate to fuck your chief of police?” jim spoke lowly into your ear, your soft moans escaping your throat. clearly, it had always been him. you wanted nothing more than your chief to fill you up and make you his. you thrusted pathetically into his hand, needing more friction. jim then stopped and slapped your pussy, making you flinch from the way it felt. “nuh-uh. take my cock and i’ll see how good you are to cum.” jim spoke and finally, it came full circle. he spat onto his hand to create some lube and lifted his cock. he slowly thrusted into you, your walls grabbing his, making it a perfect and tight fit.

“oh, fuck- jim!” you moaned out. you then received an ass smack from jim, his tongue clicked against the roof of his tongue. clearly, that was not what he wanted to hear.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” jim hoarsely responded in your ear, grabbing your throat so your face could be closer to his. you flinched and he didn’t pull out or thrust into you. he just stopped everything he was doing alltogether.

“i-i mean~ chief. chief.” you responded back, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. bingo. he let out a relaxed sigh before keeping your face where it was, slowly thrusting up into you.

“that’s a good girl. taking my cock so good,” jim praised you, his thrusts going as slow as ever. for the first couple minutes, it felt good. it felt perfect. the man that you chased after for so long was finally keeping his eye on you, and now he wanted to make you his. before you knew it, he then started to get more excited. his thrusts turned slow and passionate to now faster. and then faster. and then it was at a rapid pace you felt like you were going to explode. “you’re mine. and i’m going to fucking make sure of it.” jim groaned in your ear. he was sweating all over, his palms digging into your ass as his face was rested into the crook of your neck. you felt your own orgasm piling into you, your pussy throbbing with a desire to release.

“ch-chief i’m gonna.. fuck, i’m gonna cum..” you moaned out, your palms gripped onto his desk. all that could be heard in the office was grunts and moans, and the squeakiness of the desk. skin slapping skin was also heard, and you don’t know if the people from the party could hear or not. and honestly you didn’t care. the reason you wore this stupid dress was for jim, and he finally noticed you. you weren’t going to stop because someone heard the two of you fucking.

“not yet, baby. fuck.. not yet. be a good girl and hold on for me.. for just.. one.. moment..” jim wanted the two of you to cum together, symbolizing that you really were going to be his. so you listened, and held off for as long as you could. after a few more minutes, jim was just now starting to realize he was about to cum. he wanted to cum inside you, but he couldn’t risk having a baby with you just yet. “fuck.. you on- you on the pill?” jim asked you, and you quickly nodded. you needed his seed deep inside you.

“yes- fucking.. yes, chief. please, please, cum inside me.. i need- i need you..” you moaned out, and jim was finally at ease. and instead, he didn’t want you calling him chief anymore.

“urgh-it’s jim. now fucking- be a good girl, and-and cum for me. cum on my fucking cock.” jim groaned in your ear, and just from that sentence alone, you came. you felt yourself tighten up and your whole body tensing up.

“fuck, fuck, jim- i-i’m cumming..” you moaned out, feeling the way you came on his cock. jim felt it too, and with that feeling, he felt himself release into you. his seed filled you up and his thrusts came to a slow, riding out both yours and his orgasms.

“holy.. shit..” jim whispered out after the two of you finally slowed down. his body plopped against yours out of exhaustion, and the two of you realized just how much you needed each other. jim was able to finally crawl off of you and pulled himself out you. his cum was spilling outside your pussy, and this he thought was the hottest thing ever. “i’m gonna.. clean you up and then.. you go back out there. with my cum rolling down your leg.” jim panted out before he pulled up his boxers and pants. he clasped the belt back on before finding some tissues on his desk. he then reached down and wiped off some of his cum that ended up rolling down your leg. you hummed softly at the way he cleaned your up, and the comment of his cum rolling down your leg at the party.

“thank.. you.” you whispered before slowly standing from the desk. you realized how weak your knees were just then, the feeling of you just wanting to go to bed was in the air. maybe you’ll just dip out. after all, you had gotten what you wanted.

[mistresswriter19]

It's Called " Inspection " Ma'am~ Cop Doppelganger Francis X Reader " NSFW 🔞 "

Author's Note: 🔞 SMUT WARNING NO MINORS 🔞. Did a fan au of what if Francis became a cop and made it into a one-shot you're in for a quite of a ride. Thank you all so much for the support of my previous fic more Milkman content on the way X ❤️

~1965~

You smile everytime you see the Milkman passing by delivering fresh milk door to door. You wish that he would talk to you for hours because Francis really did enjoy your company and vent about his stinking dead end job sometimes. You always smile and encourage Francis to keep going no matter how hard things are and by the end of the day Francis did think about you even when he looked at the milk labels all he could think of was your beautiful face.

"Your so helpful Francis "

"I always keep the milk jugs for anything i use and I never throw them out "

"You always bring fresh milk and that's why I encourage myself to drink more especially for my bones"

"Thank you Franics "

After picking up more crates from his job Francis one day is going to ask you on a date but he was afraid of rejection and what would it do for his other job that no one knows about even his all time crush would hate his guts.

Every milkman left for home except for Francis he had to change to a different uniform for the next job either it was day or night and when he delivered milk, he had to be right on time. Francis heard on the walkie talkie that a new doppelganger has been spotted and his job was to eliminate them. Since it was still dusk Francis walked with this long rubber boots heading to his motorcycle that ( SPO) " Secret Police Organization " has offer him to get there faster and people will only know that Francis is a traffic cop in public. Starting up the engine with his leather gloves on the steer he went up the highway wearing his black shades. Wearing all black, a police badge, and a helmet was a perfect way to stay anonymous. A way Francis is able to find these doppelgangers is to pull them over for a ticket or when they are sleeping. Sometimes when they're awake and not paying attention he pulls the trigger from his pistol and of its more then one he brings out his M21 assault rifle unfortunately he also had to take down witnesses.

No rest for the wicked ~ Francis mutters as he gets off his motorcycle, Turning off the engine takes his bag where he has a display of weapons he carries whenever he has to do the job.

Getting ready, Francis places the bullets in the insert place of the gun and clicks making sure it's ready to fire. His target was Angus Ciprianni the local businessman, more of a cyster everytime he grins to make deals with other companies knowing he'll get most of the profits. Another companion he noticed close to Angus were two, Dr. W Afton and Mia Stone, Francis had seen them before but he had restless nights being up from them having sex.

It was more of a quiet night which Francis preferred as he spies on Angus who was putting his folder away and drinking bourbon with him. This was a good time to strike.

Back At Y/N's apartment

You just finished helping a neighbor of yours Mclooy Rudboys who was a retired he kind of look like a little bit of a the colonel from the KFC commercials. You always helped him whenever his son Steven was on airplanes far where his father was at so weather it was lifting boxes or buying things Mclooy needed you're always there to lean a hand .

Well thank you kindly Ms. L/N this was definitely be all for today.

It's always a pleasure, Mclooy, you said, placing the boxes to the other side of the room and using your elbow to take the sweat off your face.

Are you seeing anyone? Mclooy asked sitting on the bed taking his boots off pretty odd for him to say that out of the blue.

Umm no.. not really

Francis is quite an interesting man I tell ya and I'm saying that is because Steven tells me that you would always look at Francis for a while even if he doesn't notice you.

Well I really do like him alot, I'm just afraid of rejection you said lowering your head with your hands behind your back. As Mclooy chuckles puffing a cigar.

Y/N I see you got sprirt, you work hard, you help others like me, and I'm sure if you ask Francis out it wouldn't make you so anxious. Just get a try and I'm rooting for you and him if it works out. Mclooy said patting your back as he lays back reading to get some shut eye

Thanks Mclooy you said with a warm smile having the courage once more. You did want to ask Francis for a very long time even when it came to his work hours but hiding every place where he won't see you can't keep up forever.

I'll see him tomorrow morning you said as you wave to Mclooy closing the door and heading downstairs going to your apartment second floor and went your room and flopped on the bed.

Will he like me… you said tugging on the pillow to get some rest since tomorrow you'll be on the road for a while.

In Angus Apartment

Francis stays silent for a moment as he had the ringing of the girls voice it was Y/N once again. He didn't want this job but how can he keep others like Y/N safe from this contamination of doppelgangers even if he has to kill anyone because witness are forbidden to see unless your a SCO like Francis was.

"Francis your always welcome to come over "

( BOOM)

Opening the door Angus holding his bourbon looks to see Francis aiming his gun but he dodges and and runs out of the run as Francis speed walks. Angus grabs Francis the side of the back punching him and slamming him against glass picture as Francis fights back punching him more and reached out for the gun, Angus used the bourbon bottle to hit Francis causing him to collapse while Angus goes to the door and knocks. The one who open the door was Dr. Afton as Mia who was fully nude stands by his side confused

Angus what the hell happened to you? Dr. Afton said his hand over his head seeing the injured businessman.

Doctor what's the hold up? Mia said pouting tugging on Afton's hand to come back to bed with her

Franics has lost his fucking mind, bastard trying to kill me!? Angus explained using a towel to hold his wound not sooner or later Francis comes in starting to shoot, Mia screams in panic as she sees Afton being shot by bullets ad Francis shots her right in the skull on the bed, Afton makes a rub for it to the exit but drops on the ground when he felt a bullet on his chest not making it. Francis sighs seeing the damage and mess just for hunting down doppelgangers. Using his leather boot he turns to see Francis face more closely, seeing worms coming down. Leaving him like this Francis got on his motorcycle and headed back home had to wash the blood off his uniform and face.

You heard a pair of footsteps coming up to your floor, you decided to get up adjusting the lace nightgown open the door a little to see who it was and you guess correctly. It was Francis but was strange for you. He wasn't wearing his milkman uniform and why would be out this late. You heard your door creek causing Francis to turn his head and come forward to you.

Francis… you said your hands covering your chest a little slowing walking back

Y/N… what have you done. Francis just blur out as he look at the blood dripping down his black leather glove and the fear mixed with guilt upon Y/N's face he wanted to touch her face but his glove hand turn into a fits as he slames the door while you were puzzled and stuttering. This wasn't the Francis you knew it had to be a doppelganger. It couldn't be the real him. You had a hard time managing to sleep so you rest your eyes a little holding a knife close to your chest hoping he doesn't come back in.

FUCK! Francis yelled throwing his empty glass milk jars on the ground Y/N wasn't supposed to look or be a witness now he had to kill her but he didn't want to. Y/N has been the only one who understands him and make him smile and always opens the door for her fresh milk. Francis attend to sleep but in the morning he would have to exterminate Y/N .

Morning

You got up and noticed you kept the knife still all night but your lack of sleep didn't help you move much. You had a strangest feeling that you were being watched or a target. You put on some usual clothes, your heels, and duffle bag because you had to get away, you knew being in your apartment wouldn't be safe. You look at the time the sun was going to rise, grabbing your keys, used a sun hat and glasses to hide your face and added scarf in general locking your apartment door and started to speed run downstairs.

Francis was up cleaning his gun and heard footsteps, putting on his boots, jacket, helmet and glasses he went to next door to your apartment he adjust the knob nothing, so he kicked the door open and you were gone. Francis speed walk down the stairs and got onto his motorcycle to find you.

You were riding in the middle of nowhere full on gas of your vehicle took a few turns and you were the only one on the road. You went to apply lipstick since you didn't had time to make yourself look pretty like you always do every morning. You wish to confess to Francis but now it was more like a huge question mark in your brain.

You look back to see a cop on his motorcycle but he didn't put on his siren which you find odd since most cops turn it on when they follow you all the way. Your fingers curled up with pressure on the steering wheel as the cop got closer. You turn the other way to pull over and turn off your engine.

I wasn't speeding, did I ever pay for a ticket? You thought to yourself millions of questions trying not to panic. You exhale in and out as you see the cop approach your car with a gentle knock on your windshield.

Tap, tap, tap,

You look to the officer waiting and you took a good glance and already you were mesmerized from his black jacket, black leather pants, his boots, gloves and shades why did a anonymous cop like this one was making you feel have heat in between your legs.

Hi Officer, is there something wrong?

Hello Ma'am yes there is, do you know why stopped you? The cop leaning closer as your face was an inch to is making your cheeks turns shades of red.

No you said trying not to get distraction from his unnecessary charm.

You were speeding, and I understand if you need to be somewhere but as a cop I have to keep on check for anyone who breaks the law~ The cop explained placing his glove hand on his chest as you nodded

I'm sorry officer but I don't think I was spreading consider maybe passing through but I didn't go over 50 and above you explain.

License and registration please ma'am the cop answered waiting for you to do your part.

Oh right here you said giving your license to the cop as he took a look but then he look back at you.

I need to see your full face ma'am just to be sure that this is you the cop ordered but you afraid but also didn't want to be put behind bars. You sigh and took the scarf, sun hat and sunglasses revealing your face the cop didn't move for a second.

Ma'am there's no way you could look that… beautiful..( Coughs)

Thank you, you said but then you heard the ringing in your ear that tone of that voice was familiar and he kept saying ma'am most cops do say ma'am or miss but this one kept saying it constantly.

Francis? You blur out as Francis look back in complete shock that you recognize him but he stepped back going back to his motorcycle. As you wait for a while but saw him reloading a gun. You turn back and started your vehicle and immediately drove off.

Ma'am, Ma'am .. Y/N! Francis shouted your name but you were already back on the road. Aggravated, Francis start up his motorcycle and went on the trail to follow and hunt you down like a wolf and bunny chase you down.

You looked around no cars still but look at the back you saw Francis catching up to you pulling out his gun starting to shoot at your window. You swift and swerved your vehicle it was a technique that you're father had taught you when it came to dealing with people coming after you. Francis speed up his motorcycle inches to your window going through the highway and made a turn to a nearby exit where it lead to an factory of mattress and pillows. You yield on your car causing Francis to slide off his motorcycle from the speed and falling. You manage to park your car to open the factory backdoor running around to find a place to hide.

Ugh… Dammit… she's got Spunk in her blood. Francis mumbled as got up from the ground and look at the stains of blood from his cuts and marks when he fell. He spit on the concrete back on his motorcycle and riding again until he found your vehicle parked in a mattress and pillow factory. Francis got off the motorcycle, pulling out his gun heading instead walking in a medium pace looking around the building. He pulled out a flashlight since it was pitchblack investigating around the area he was in.

You were roaming around thousands of mattress and pillows, kneeling down you hid for a while, holding onto your breath as you heard footsteps coming and bullets being fired.

I know you didn't want to me this way Y/N, but now you know, I'm not just your local milkman every fucking day. He said reloading his gun from the bullets falling on the floor as he steps more while looking .

I'm a cop but not the ones your use to, a cop that exterminates doppelgangers and witnesses and unfortunately for you. Francis replied as he pulls off the mattress to see you as you were opening the doors running downstairs and going to a room were there nothing but completed beds ready to be delivered.

Your a witness and I can't let that go. Francis said as he got close as he three his shades off the ground and reveal his face nothing but black eyes and a large smiling mouth he was a doppelganger. You screamed in and immediately felt your arms being grabbed and pinned as you kicked Francis causing his gun to be thrown on the other side. You went to reach it only to have your face being hit on the ground a few times, you used the bag wrapped around Francis bag causing him to choke but he spin causing you to bumper into a few shelf letting go. Francis rip the bag but you grabber onto him using your hands as fits but he just chuckles and put the gun close to your face.

FRANCIS I LOVE YOU, I ALWAYS HAVE, BUT WHY WOULD YOU EXTERMINATE ME!? AFTER ALL I DONE FOR YOU? You said on the verge of tears and face dripping blood with a few cuts. Francis look back for a moment his finger on the trigger but the fact he couldn't believe that you confess to him made him think more.

You loved me? Francis said as he black droppy ink soulless eyes were returning to his normal face the one you yearn for so much and deeply missed.

Yes Francis I don't care if your different and kill doppelgangers but if you even you pull the trigger let just do this.

Francis still had the gun on your head but you lean into him giving him a long passionate kiss causing Francis to hold onto you with your arms upon his black leather jacket shoulder kissing you a little force and tongue slipped in between. Francis wanted this more then over he finally let's go

Fuck it.. I can't take it anymore.. Francis said as he lower the gun, grabbed you by the own throwing you onto the nearby mattress where he got on top your hands pinned as Francis kissed you uncontrollably as you did the same legs spread a little as Francis takes off your top seeing you had no bra with a few whimpers he gently sucked on your nipples, nice, perky and perfect to rest his face on.

Your nipples were made for me, perhaps one day I could milk them in my private time when I deliver my daily milks door to door~ Francis cooed as he wip the salvia from his bottom lip and sucked slowly on your neck, your fingers dangled around the leather for a grip and hear the rubber sound tightened whenever he hit your sensitive spot making you moan.

Ahh… Francis.. oh Francis..ahh you said having a hard time with words because everything Francis did was pleasure and indulgence. You felt his glove caressing your hair with his lips getting more sloppy with yours as he let's go and unbuckles his pants while you were hyperlating as Francis look back at you

So beautiful, yet so delicate, you want this cock inside your wanting slit~ Francis said teasing his cock rubbing in your entrance making you bit your lip in between

I might have to warn you darling ~ I like to go pretty rough~ think you can take this cop's cock hmm~ Francis as you were on the urge to just let him be in

Please Franics, do it already….I need you

What a lovely answer darling your such a minx~ Francis replied as he slammed his cock in the bulb of your entrance making you jolt as Francis holds you down with his leather gloves inside your mouth to keep calm as he starts to thrusts inside your wet hole.

You like that baby~ Fuck you're so tight, should have done this a long time ago~ Francis said slamming more of his cock back and forth you felt so horrible about fucking a doppelganger but you needed sex and the way this Francis made you so wet you just wanted him. You gagged in between words from the fingers inside your mouth as he pulls out he slams more of his lips into your lips.

Francis..ahh… yes..ahh haa…you said with your eyes rolled back as you manage to get his jacket off and top feeling his fit muscular body slapping to your body with the two of you hold on as Francis pick up the pace.

Ahhh ahh ~ you kept saying feeling your inside being tear painful yet but the pleasure really made it more enjoyable the mattress rocking back and forth.

Fuck….fuck I'm close…I'm going to cum inside you need slut and you're going to take every inch of me~ Francis said as he held onto the bed frame saw the mattress was already sticking with cum and lipstick marks.

Please yes, please Francis ahhhh~ You said in between your head back with Francis hair a mess slamming in more and more as he made a loud groan when he felt the cum dripping down your pussy with the wave of lust finally released.

Fuck Y/N~ you were incredible Francis praise as he leans into to kiss you more softly a little aftercare.

Francis… please stay with me… you said with your nude body cuddling up to his with your face hiding against his broad chest as he sighs his fingers caressing your hair and his other hand holding the edge of your palm

I'm not going anywhere darling Francis replied with a warm smile which made your face flushed pink since you haven't seen Francis really smile that much. It felt so inviting and he was really open to you.

The two of you rest in the mattress where you both made love with your liquids around of course both of you have to clean up your mess after a few hours of resting.

End~

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 21

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Truth comes crashing down when Frank is outed as The Punisher and you meet a woman by the name of Karen Page that wants nothing more than to fight for Frank

You were walking around on eggshells after hearing about the dogs of hell having another clubhouse attacked. That was why Frank had been so hell bent on you getting the hell out of there and getting to the other side of town. Hell the clubhouse had been just across the street from the building you met him on the roof of.

 There was nothing you could besides wait and hope he popped up. You knew better than even trying to actively look for him. What you hadn't been expecting was for Matt to show up at the station house.

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You were helping Jessie roll up hoses when you heard Alice call your name. When you glanced up she motioned back towards the sidewalk "Matt Murdock is here and he's asking for you" Jessie's eyebrows shot up at that "Y/N what'd you do to need a lawyer?" You tossed the hose to him before saying "I'm just keeping him on retainer. Never know when you might need one" 

You turned to follow Alice and as soon as you were out of Jessie's earshot she asked "So really what is Matt doing here?" You had an idea of why but it wasn't like you could exactly tell her you'd been hanging out on rooftops with a couple of the local vigilantes. "I gave Foggy my number after I patched him up the other day and I'm guessing Foggy knew which house you worked out of. Maybe he needs me to recheck his head"

"or maybe he has a thing for you" she suggested with a grin and you let out a groan when you stepped out and saw Matt standing on the sidewalk next to the door "or maybe not" you muttered before she disappeared back inside leaving you alone with Matt.

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"Mr Murdock. Good to see you again" you tried to keep your voice as neutral as possible but he shook his head "Can you cut the crap please Y/N. You and I both know we're beyond Mr Murdock and Ms Y/L/N at this point" you nodded then glanced around to make sure no one was paying any attention to the two of you before saying "Then what do you want from me Red?" 

The corner of his mouth ticked up slightly at your use of the nickname Frank had deemed him with. "Where is Frank?" "Frank who? I don't know any Franks" you replied then turned to head back inside but underestimated Matt moving that fast and he had his hand around your arm holding you in place. You glanced down at his hand and felt your jaw tense before you finally said "Take your hand off of me Matt" 

He released his hand and tilted his head slightly like he was listening to something you couldn't hear. "I didn't mean to piss you off. Look he needs help. The district attorney is coming after him not to mention if the gangs find him before the law does" you felt your anger start to fade at least slightly.

"So he's ok? Like when the two of you parted ways?" A smile did slip onto his face before he said "Yeah he was. Why haven't you told anyone what you know about me?"

You shrugged then remembered although he was apparently gifted in some way the man you were talking to was still blind so you responded "None of my business what you do with your time Murdock. I've helped a few people you've saved and seen the after math of a few of your fights. My only question is how? I mean you're blind I saw your eyes myself"

This time he shrugged then said "I can hear things other people can't. I use that to help my fighting" "so what like echolocation? Like bats and dolphins?" He nodded "In a way. Like i can hear your heartbeat and i heard Alice asking why I was here" you let out a breath that was between a sigh and a laugh.

As if your life could get any weirder. "Well ok then. Anyways I'm not telling on you but I'm not telling on him either. If you need to be patched, drop me a line besides that we have no business" "Ok Y/N. I'll see you around" 

He turned to walk off and you watched him for a second before heading back inside. Wonder if Jessica Jones or Luke Cage would be the next vigilante with you on speed dial?

You were getting ready to get off shift the next morning when your phone started ringing from a blocked number. You were in the stock room so you answered it "Where are you?" It was Frank and from the sound of his voice something was very wrong. "I'm at work, about to get off why?" "Just making sure. Stay safe and keep your eyes open kid. If something seems out of place go to Curt" "Ok" before you could say anything else the line went dead leaving you standing there with so many questions.

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You didn't know what Frank had meant until you were sitting on your couch reading that night. Your scanner was on mainly because it had become a habit since he had resurfaced. "We need an ambulance and more units. We got the punisher" 

You were on your feet and out the door without thinking about it. The taxi you'd grabbed couldn't get close to the scene so you clipped your i.d. on and darted under the police tape. You hadn't even made it to the ambulance that was sitting in the middle of the chaos before a hand touched your shoulder. You turned to see none other than sergeant Brett Mahoney. "What are you doing here Y/N? I thought you were off?" Your eyes darted towards the ambulance where you could see Frank being loaded on a stretcher. He was motionless and you were praying they'd simply sedated him "Is he alive?" A flash of realization went across his face before he nodded "He's stable but you can't be here" you took a deep breath then nodded "Ok. Thank you"

You wanted to go to the ambulance but you knew not only would Mahoney have you drug away but Frank wouldn't want you to put your face to anything so you headed for the police tape and started dialing Curtis' number. You couldn't think straight and needed someone to talk to. "Curt can you come pick me up?" "Guessing you're where they caught Frank?" You didn't question how he knew you simply said "Yeah" "Be there in five"

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"So you knew? I've been walking around feeling guilty for not telling you and you knew?" You were on the verge of tears. You were worried about Frank and really the entire last year was starting to fall down on your shoulders. "I've only known a few hours for certain. He came to see me. Wouldn't go into detail but made me promise that whatever comes next I'd keep you out of and I'd stay out of" 

You stopped mid step from pacing across his floor yet again "So he expects me to what? Leave him high and dry now?" Curtis shook his head "No he expects you to be smart and keep living" "I can't lose him again Curt" you confessed and the tears broke free. He got to his feet and pulled you into a hug "He just wants to protect you. You're all he has left of Maria" 

You ended up sleeping on Curtis' couch. You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating off his coffee table. "Fucking hell" you fumbled for it and heard him in the kitchen "Y/N want coffee?" "Yes please" you replied then clicked on the two dozen alerts you had on your phone.

It ranged from texts from Alice and Kenzie to missed calls from Foggy's number and a few you didn't recognize.  "So it begins" you grumbled pushing the blanket off your legs. "What begins?" Curtis asked as he walked in holding a cup out to you. You took the cup and held your phone out "all the asking if I knew and we have a meeting today that everyone has to attend even those of us who are off for the next two days" 

He handed it back then sat down next to you. "If it makes you feel better Billy has called me a half dozen times asking if I knew and even asking if you knew" "What'd you tell him?" You tried not to even glance in his direction when you asked for fear your face would give away any emotion you were trying to bury  "I told him I didn't and that you didn't. I also told him to stay out of it and that there was reason Frank hadn't pulled either of us in" "You're a good man Curtis Hoyle" you said sipping the coffee while you scrolled through your texts and saw a smile slip onto his face 

You stopped on one that read "Y/N my name is Karen Page. I work with Nelson & Murdock and I need to speak with you A.S.A.P" you sent back a text that read "When and where?" Curtis checked the time then patted your leg "I gotta get to work but feel free to call if you need me. Can I drop you off at your place?" You finished your coffee and stood to take the cup to the kitchen "I would very much appreciate it"

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About the time you were walking into your apartment your phone went off with another text "Later today? Around five? There's a diner down from my apartment" when she gave you the address you knew she lived nearby because that was the diner you always went to. "See you then" you replied then clicked Foggy's number. Better to be safe than sorry.

When he answered he sounded out of breath "Me and Matt are representing Frank apparently. He doesn't want you as a witness but Karen still thinks you can tell her some useful stuff. He's pleaded not guilty so we're going to trial. I'm headed to the courthouse to see when it starts" you missed your couch and ended up sitting hard on the floor "Fuck fuck fuck" "Exactly. I'll call you when i know more" he replied then the line went dead. 

You stared at the phone then tossed it hard up onto the couch "FUCK" what the hell were you supposed to do now? As if to answer there was a knock on your door. You pushed yourself to your feet and started to look out the peephole but Alice's voice floated through "It's me Y/N let me in!" 

The moment you opened the door she stared at you for a moment and you were worried she may start yelling after putting together what you'd been up to for so many months but she simply pulled you into a hug "How are you doing with all this?" You felt yourself relax in her embrace. God if felt good just her knowing. "Terrible but I have to stay strong for him" she nodded then pulled back "Well I'm here if you need anything got it?"

You smiled and glanced at the time "If Kenz is at work wanna grab some food before the meeting? I just got to shower and change real quick" "Of course babe" she made herself at home on your couch while you headed into your room. You were worried as to what bombshell would drop next but you knew how to put on a brave face. Get angry at the situation, Frank always said pissed off beats scared any time.

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Alice slid her arm around your waist as the two of you walked into the station house. "Keep your head up babe and know I've got your back against any of them" you gave her a small smile which was all you could manage at the time.

Hunter looked up when he realized you and Alice had sat next to him. You braced yourself for what was sure to be the beginning of yet another onslaught of questions but he simply said "How are you ladies doing today?" You met his eyes trying to gauge if he was being genuine or trying to bait you. He appeared to be genuine so you shrugged "Well as can be expected"

Jessie sat on your other side and everyone else started filing into the room. You heard your name followed by Frank's a few times but before your temper could get the best of you Chief Michelson walked to the head of the room with Jason next to him.

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Everyone was quiet while the meeting was going on. They knew better than to cross Chief but the moment he said that was all nearly every set of eyes in the room turned towards you. You took a deep breath then raised a hand "Chief can I address everyone while we're here?" 

He looked towards Alice and when she nodded he waved a hand towards the front of the room "It's all yours Y/N" you grabbed Alice's arm so she walked with you. You looked across the faces of your co-workers. Many of whom you'd known for years. A few were new but most of them had met Maria and the kids. They knew what you'd lost.

"Look I know all of you heard the news. Frank Castle is alive and is being accused of crimes under the name The Punisher which he was donned with by the NYPD and the District Attorney's office. I'm not going into any details further than that. He lost his wife who was my sister in every way but blood and he also lost his young son and daughter. If you have any issues working with me because of my connection to him lay it on the table now before any of us leave this room" Chief Michelson clapped a large hand onto your shoulder "I don't see you or him any differently" Jason nodded in agreement.

You glanced around the room and one by one pretty much everyone was giving some sign of affirmation that they understood what you and Frank both were going through until you heard Kayla's voice from the back of the room "So we're all just ok with her basically being related to a murderer?" 

You felt yourself bristle as she walked up to the front of the room "He's not a murderer. If he did the crimes he's being accused of every damn one of the people who are dead deserved it" Kayla whipped her head around towards Chief Michelson "So you're ok with having a fucking psychopath on squad?" "Kayla the Castles were Y/N's family. She's lost a lot" he replied and you felt Alice's hand rubbing across your back trying to soothe your already ragged nerves.

"I don't care. Dozens of people shouldn't have been killed for three deaths" the moment the words came out of Kayla's mouth you felt that dam inside of you burst. You'd taken too much and not been able to do anything about it. The image of those three caskets in the front of Father Lantom's church flashed through your head along with just how broken Frank seemed every time you'd seen him. 

You didn't think about it before throwing a punch. You caught her square on the jaw and when she stumbled you didn't give her a chance to recover before you hit her again. 

"You're fucking insane just like him!" She screamed when Jessie, Alice and Hunter finally managed to pull you back. You were struggling against their hold and hollered "I'll fucking show you insane Bitch!" 

Chief Michelson stepped between the two of you, his voice managing to carry over all the chaos "THAT'S ENOUGH" you let Alice pull you backwards snatching away from the guys and glared at Kayla who was bleeding from a split lip and her nose. "Y/N go home. Take the next couple days and I suggest if nothing else get a session in with Kenzie ok?" You nodded eyes never leaving Kayla's.

He turned to her and said "As for you. My station house is a family of sorts. That means if one of us is in pain we support each other and we damn sure don't bring the dead into an argument. Go home. You won't be coming back here I'm transferring you" 

She stormed out to clean out her locker. Jason looked from you to Alice "Hendrixs you got her?" She nodded "Yeah she's fine" he motioned towards the door so you walked out with Alice right next to you. A few of the guys gave you a small nod and you knew that was their way of supporting you.

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When you got out onto the sidewalk Alice cracked up laughing. When you stopped and looked at her she shrugged "I gotta ask. Do you feel just a little better getting some of that out?" Despite the circumstance you cracked a small smile at her fit of the giggles "A little. Frank would've been proud of that right" she patted your back and laughed again "Damn right he would've" 

The two of you continued walking back to your apartment. You had a couple hours until you had to meet Karen Page so you figured you could drop by Curtis' meeting then schedule a day to have a session with Kenzie just to appease Chief Michelson. You also needed to see if Foggy knew a court date yet or maybe Karen would know since she apparently worked with him and Matt.

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It didn't occur to you until you were walking into the diner that you didn't have any idea what Karen looked like. She could be anyone.

You glanced around and a pretty blonde woman in a corner booth waved at you. You figured that was the safest bet so you walked over. She smiled when you got closer then stood to shake your hand "Y/N right?" You nodded taking in her appearance. She was a knock out in every sense of the word. Tall, leggy, blonde and gorgeous but there was something about her. Alice would've called it her fire, Kenzie would've probably said her aura but she just seemed like such a genuine person. 

She was one of those people like Curtis, from the moment you meet them you can tell they're worth fighting for and that they'd fight for you. "Karen isn't it?" You asked and she smiled "Yes ma'am" then motioned to the booth "I ordered coffee" you smiled at the two cups "Oh I already like you Karen"

Once both of you had your coffee to taste she pulled out a picture from her purse and your eyes widened to see it was the one you'd taken of Frank, Maria and the kids at the carousel. You'd cleared the castle house of family photo albums when you and Curtis went there to get clothes for Maria and the kids to be buried in. You'd washed the dishes and put them in the strainer but hadn't managed to make yourself go back. It'd been sitting empty every since.

"Where'd you get that?" You asked taking it gently from her hand. "You know where. Now Matt nor Foggy will go into detail of how they know you or how you know Frank. All I know is he's protective at the mention of your name, your photo is all over his house. From what I can dig up you're who signed the paperwork for his wife and kids" 

You took a deep breath then handed the photo back. You had a copy. "His wife Maria, her parents basically adopted me. I was younger than her so she became like a big sister. I was there the day she met Frank, the day they got married and I held her hand both times she gave birth. If I could bring them back by dying today I would. I loved them more than anything" you closed your eyes to stop any tears and felt Karen reach across the table a moment before her hand tentatively brushed yours.

When you let her take your hand she squeezed gently "I want to help you and Frank find out what really happened that day"

Your eyes flew up to hers in shock. Why put her neck on the line? She smiled softly "I lost someone close to me too. I know the pain that causes. Frank's trial starts next week. He told Foggy point blank he wants you kept as far away from the limelight as possible, given what happened to the rest of his family I completely understand but from what I hear about you you're not a woman that gives up easily. If you're willing to help me I think we can uncover what really happened to Maria, Lisa and Frank Jr" you took a deep breath and considered her words. 

If Frank had told Foggy to keep you from the limelight despite you being a good candidate for character witness what would he say about you pulling on this particular thread? Then again you were going by his wishes, you'd stay away from the courthouse but by God if Karen was willing to dive in with you there was no way you'd let her jump alone.

"I'm in" she smiled and tilted her head towards the door "Wanna come to the office with me? I have a lot of files and maybe a few things you haven't even seen yet?" You dropped the money for the coffee on the table as you were standing up "Lead the way" 

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Tea For Two (Snzfic, Original Characters)

I was lucky enough to have writing inspiration strike me once again, thanks in large part to the wonderful holiday-themed prompts @oh-no-my-hand-slipped was kind enough to share on their blog. Go and check them out if you’re in need of writing juice, or just want to contemplate some warm and fuzzy scenarios!

Anyhow, this story takes place in the early 1900s in a fictional small English market town (a la C/andleford in the TV show L/ark R/ise to C/andleford if anyone knows what that is) and it features two new OCs of mine, Mary and Anton. Also, as a side note, Anton is originally from Ukraine, and so I tried to convey within the dialogue that English isn’t his first language without going too overboard with it. Please let me know if you think it needs tweaking, though!

I believe that’s all for now! Enjoy the story, let me know if you’d like me to write more for these two OCs, and have a happy holiday/winter season!

It was a bitterly cold evening in Kingsbury, the December wind whipping down the streets of the small town and forcing its residents inside early. Though it was only 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the streets of the usually bustling market town were empty save for a few stragglers, hurrying home from their work or their shopping as fast as possible, lest they catch a cold from the dreadful chill in the air.

Ms. Mary Williamson, the schoolmistress, was no exception. Her day had been especially long, her students rather unruly in anticipation of the Christmas holiday only one week away, and she was looking forward to an evening spent by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate and a novel.

As she neared home, however, she caught sight of something which struck her as rather unusual. Anton, Kingsbury's ice deliveryman who offered the town's residents sleighrides during the winter months, was standing on his usual street corner, tending to his horses while barely concealing the way he was shivering as the wind cut through him. As Mary continued to watch, he momentarily turned away to cough into his gloved fist, grimacing in a way that suggested it had hurt.

Well, now, this simply wouldn't do.

Turning up the collar of her coat, Mary crossed the street determinedly. Anton glanced up as she approached, and when he caught sight of her he raised his hand in greeting with a smile that made her heart skip a beat, even as she tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Good evening to you, Ms. Williamson. You have finished your work for the day?"

"Good evening to you, Anton. And yes, I have. I'm on my way home now," Mary replied.

"Ah, I see." Anton nodded and cleared his throat, rather huskily. "Would you perhaps like a ride there? It is very cold tonight, and I do not wish you to become ill."

"Thank you, but I wouldn't want to trouble you," Mary said. "I only came to say that perhaps you should turn in for the night. It sounds as though you might be catching cold, and this weather can't be helping."

Anton flushed pink, though it was almost imperceptible with the way his cheeks and nose were already red from the cold and his cough. He rubbed at his nose and cast his gaze at his feet as he spoke.

"You are kind to worry, Ms. Williamson, but I promise you that I am fine. This weather is... not so different from my country."

"Perhaps not," Mary conceded. "But surely one evening off wouldn't go amiss?"

Anton chuckled at that, though it quickly turned into a cough and he was forced to turn away from Mary as he hacked into his shoulder for a minute. Her chest ached in sympathy as he straightened with another grimace, his hand lingering on his chest as if trying to rub the soreness away. He cleared his throat.

"Please excuse me, Ms. Williamson. I... do not know what happened."

Mary waved his concern away. "Don't worry yourself, Anton. Just get home to bed. Teacher's orders."

Anton smiled at her. "Ah, well, if teacher orders it then I suppose I must obey. But please, let me drive you home first. You have been out here too long."

Mary's first instinct was to deny his offer- after all, she didn't want to be the reason Anton kept working even though he was clearly ill. But after a moment's pause, Mary realized that Anton didn't have anyone to look after him at home. He lived in lodgings above the stables where he kept his horses, which she couldn't imagine as being particularly comfortable. Perhaps, if he came to her home, she could persuade him to stay.

Just for a short visit, of course.

"Alright." Mary nodded. "If you insist."

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The drive to the small home Mary was entitled to as per her position as schoolteacher was short, and relatively silent. Anton spoke softly to the horses every now and then, urging them on, all while turning away to cough and sniffle into his glove with increasing frequency.

When her house came into view, Anton pulled the sleigh to a stop with a practiced ease. He looked over at Mary with a smile. She smiled back.

"Thank you, Anton."

"My pleasure, Ms. Williamson. Here, allow me to help you."

Anton jumped down from the sleigh, hurrying around to Mary's side and holding out his hand to help her down. She accepted gratefully, taking care that her skirts didn't get caught as she descended. Once she was safely on the ground, he tipped his hat to her.

"Please have a wonderful rest of your evening."

"Wait!" Mary called after him as he began to walk away, feeling more than a little foolish when he turned around looking startled. "I... perhaps I could offer you a hot drink before you go? As a way to express my thanks?"

Anton stared at her for a moment, seemingly not quite knowing what to do with her invitation, before he slowly nodded. "Drink would be nice, if you are not too busy. I must tie up my horses but then..."

"Of course." Mary couldn't hide her pleasure at his agreement. "I'll get my stove going."

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"Here." Mary extended a steaming cup towards Anton, who took it gratefully. "I hope chamomile is alright, it was all I had."

"It is fine, Ms. Williamson. Thank you." Anton took a sip of the milky tea, sniffing a little more sharply as the steam made his nose run.

By the light of the lamp in the parlor, Mary could better see Anton's features and she was glad she had all but forced him to come inside, awkward though it may be. His nose and cheeks were still painted with a pink blush, even after they had both been inside for long enough to chase away most of the cold. His sniffling was growing more frequent as well, and if the way he had sat down so heavily it made the chair creak when she offered him a place to sit was anything to go by, he was absolutely exhausted.

Mary took a seat in the armchair across from the small sofa Anton was sitting on, cradling her own cup. Chamomile tea wasn't quite the same as the hot chocolate she had been craving, but it was a warm, comforting drink nonetheless, and it was probably better for a cold anyway.

Anton sniffled yet again as he sipped at the tea, rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand. When he caught Mary looking at him, he blushed and looked down at his lap.

"My apologies. I am thinking you were correct, I am getting a cold."

Mary hummed sympathetically. "I wish I hadn't been. Do you need a handkerchief?"

"No, no thank you." Anton shook his head as he reached into his pocket. "I have one." He extracted the article, a plain one made of linen, and brought it up to his nose. After snuffling into it for a moment, his face crumpled and he caught several muffled sneezes in it, the cup of tea he still held wobbling dangerously.

"Here, let me." Mary set her own cup aside and quickly took his, placing it on the end table next to the sofa to prevent any accidents. Anton gave her a grateful look, his handkerchief still pressed to his face.

"Tha-hhh... hah-chumpf! Snf! Excuse me... thank you, Ms. Williamson."

"Of course. God bless you." Mary smiled kindly at him, trying to ignore how her heart leapt at the opportunity to care for him and be alone with him, even under such circumstances. She felt like one of her pupils with a crush, much to her own embarrassment.

Perhaps sensing her inner turmoil Anton glanced at the window, where snow had begun to fall lightly. "I should perhaps be going home now. I do not wish to impose on you, anyway."

"Oh no!" Mary sprung forward in her seat, holding her hand out to stop him from getting up. "It's no imposition, truly. Of course, I understand if you need to return home, but..." she paused. "The truth is, I get rather lonely here in the evening. Really, you're the one doing me a favor, keeping me company, even when you're ill." Aware that she was beginning to ramble, Mary sat back and looked down at her hands, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "I... I only mean to say... you may stay as long as you'd like."

Anton regarded her for a few moments, then his face broke into a grin and he chuckled softly, even though he had to clear his throat afterward. "You are kindest person I have met here, I think. So if you truly do not mind, I will stay longer."

Mary looked back up at him and shook her head, still feeling shy. "I don't mind."

"Goo-ihhh'huh... huh-uhchuh! Huh-chuu! Snf... Ah, excuse me, Ms. Williamson."

"God bless you, Anton. Here, let me get you more tea."

Anton smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

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Finding Your Tribe

Initially I had come across the image during my morning Tumblr'ing, and as I was wont to do I was doing a reverse image search to find a higher quality version of the image. I mean if I am going to download smut, better have a good-looking version of said smut. During my search I had come across the young man's Twitter account and prayed to my goddess that I wouldn't have to scroll long to get to the image I was looking for.

The thing about scrolling through someone's social media is you get a sense of the person, even if it's a highly curated and polished version. Its the version that they would like the world to see. One thing that became immediately apparent to me is that this curly-haired light-eyed sort of middling looking young man had found his tribe.

His "friends", because I am not sure what the kids are calling them these days, especially when the lines between plutonic and sexual were so clearly blurred, were clearly of the same tribe. Young people and others who had similar sexual interest and also loved documenting their merry-making in photographs, gifs and videos. Celebrating their lust and loves in a very public fashion. It had me very curious what these misfits did for work, because clearly they didn't care that their faces with dick in mouth were on very open display for all to see.

I could map the similar aesthetic between them, artsy but alternative, definitely not the main-stream gays that colour places like Chelsea but the on-the-edge queers who would exist in places like Bushwick barely boarding on being hipsters but divergent enough to be their own sub-genre of gay. Whereas a Manhattan gay may brag about wearing Prada and Louis Vuitton these ones would thrive in a new piece thrifted at L Train Vintage, never caring for those luxury brands but finding solace in their grandfather's old boots or jacket, paired with their grandma's pearls.

After watching the twelfth episode of Tracker last night where Colter finally met up with his wayward and possibly murderous older brother Russell, this made me think of the last time I had a tribe to speak of. And it would be back when my mom was still alive and I lived with my two younger siblings. It was the only time in my life I had a true connection to someone else around me, and albeit after her passing and our separation I would never truly find anything remotely the same.

In college I had a "crew" of sort largely based around the terraces where I lived my freshman year at this private college in upstate New York. They were gay, like I was at the time, some were lower-class like I thought I was, and would only later find out I was actually middle-class. None were of color, which then made me a novelty of sorts. I recall quite often being quizzed about how to use the language these upper-class queers had just learned from Jennie Livingston's infamous documentary Paris is Burning.

Ms. Trevor how do I say FIERCE? And what exactly is shade? Girl, teach me how to vogue! I mean I did my best to hobble together bits an pieces from my short-lived foray in the queer culture of New York City, which I had only really begin to explore the peaks of in my last two years in high school right in the middle of Manhattan. But this didn't feel exactly like my tribe, I seemed to be torn between allegiance to the HEOP Black kids on campus and the LGBT queer kids, not totally fitting in with either because of either class, orientation, how I preformed gender or how I performed race.

Post-college I continued the activism I had started moving into HIV/AIDS education through GMHC. Joining their youth program which was made up of primarily of other post-college kids but unlike upstate was more diverse having more woman, Black and people of color in its ranks. I can say I felt a connection to these young people as we tried our best to educate others our age and younger about how to navigate the complexities of trying to stay safe while being a young queer.

I have always had very mixed feelings about work relationships and albeit there are some people I met at my first advertising agency job that I would connect with an be friends with years after I left that company. I am not sure any of those relationship had a tribal feel to them.

My next significant connections would be to small or micro-business owners I had associated with through a non-profit that was out to help us with micro-loans. I was never really interested in the loans having long had an aversion to debt, but I did like the fellowship with the mostly Black business owners and using my own brand design business to help these folks out, at least with the visual aspects of their own brands.

But like all things that passed too.

The last fifteen years I have been a loner, most of my friendships drifting a part for one reason or another. I even stopped dating and then sexual relations too. It is a popular platitude to say to young people that you will find your tribe, I just haven't found that to be true. It has felt like all throughout my life I have had to partition pieces of myself to be accepted in certain areas. Even my fifteen year stay on Flickr seemed to be primarily based on folks sexual desires towards me, not really seeing me as a whole but just parts of a whole.

At this point I have let it all go, and find solace and comfort in my own company or in having parasocial relationships with the characters in my comics, books or television shows. If a tribe is a thing, its a thing that has always eluded me, maybe my not being able to compromise my values to 'group think' and allow folks to make me feel less than I am has not allowed me to assimilate into a group dynamic. Maybe my strong sense of self and moral aptitude and not ever being one to succumb to peer pressure or other ill-conceived notions has left me adrift. I am not sure I will ever understand how to be a part of a group.

My nephew was talking to me last week about this group chat, and I thought I have never been in anyone group anything. Even my attempts to start them have failed, like the group I created on Facebook for my fellow grand jury members. I thought we had an amazing eighteen month together, but I think afterwards we became the strangers that we were before. This has been the rhythm of my life since my mom died and I truly don't think it will ever change, and curiously I am okay with that.

Albeit our society loves to preach about how important relationships with others are I have found I think the most important relationship you can have is one with yourself, one unbound by pretense, pretensions and falsehoods. One unencumbered by expectations, animosity and aggression. One that lies in seeing who you are and appreciating all aspect of whom that person is and what they bring to the table never asking them to select which pieces are the most suitable for acceptance. But embracing, loving and encouraging them to come as they are and be welcomed.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

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I watched WAKANDA FOREVER again and thinking about Chadwick Boseman. Not just “he was a great actor” or “it’s awful that cancer takes people too soon.”

But about his purpose. When he died, there was an article with one of the friends that knew Mr. Boseman (it feels weird calling him Chadwick). And the friend said he selected his roles very carefully not just because it’s important for creative people to put something out there. Sometimes we put comedy out there to make people laugh or we write a memoir hoping to be seen. (Samuel L Jackson says he wants to make movies he would’ve seen as a kid, and I think he’s doing a good job with that purpose.)

The friend said Chadwick’s purpose was he wanted everything he put out into the world to have a positive effect. On the culture, on the world.

That means not just taking culturally conscious roles like Jackie Robinson and Thurgood Marshall. He also added his star power to August Wilson plays. And he took the role of T’Challa in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR because he thought it would be a positive effect on the culture to see a Black superhero.

Ahe worked really hard on it. He studied capoeira, Muy Thuy, and Tae Kwon Do for BLACK PANTHER even after he found out he had cancer. (He was diagnosed in 2016, the year CIVIL WAR came out) And if I had been in his shoes, my purpose would then become to not move unless my doctor told me to because I’d be scared of the cancer.

But positive effects on the culture was what he wanted.

Ryan Coogler said in an emotional interview about how much Mr. Boseman created Wakanda because he was the only one making decisions during CIVIL WAR. He, for example, convinced the directors T’Challa should speak to his father in an African language because “why would they speak English?”

So John Kani (the actor who played T’Chaka) taught him how to say his lines in Xhosa, Kani’s own language. He wanted it to be a real African language and not, I don’t know, Dothraki. A made up thing. And that was a decision made on that day, that had a ripple effect through the future.

Because ultimately what happened with Wakanda, was this decision to use very specific cultural reference points. Not to make it look “vaguely African” or “completely made up” but to pick a specific thing from the continent of Africa. To weave the Blanket of Wakanda with real threads, that maybe don’t go together or wouldn’t be in this region, but have some real world inspiration.

More African Americans tried to learn Xhosa after BLACK PANTHER. Maybe it’s not the “correct” language for the place Wakanda is supposed to occupy on the fake map. People are connecting to a real culture that may have been ripped from them by Slavery. Maybe. (And, at the very least, also not paying Disney for a fake Wakanda dictionary like LORD OF THE RINGS have to buy for Elvish.)

That is something positive that Chadwick Boseman put out into the culture. He did that.

And it rippled out to a lot of African artists who were used for the cast and crew.

And then they have those people, who can make a Wakanda real, already on staff when they have to do it again for WAKANDA FOREVER.

Chadwick Boseman’s ripples will keep going out until all the cultures have a Marvel superhero, I think. The success of BLACK PANTHER allowed for things like SHANG CHI and MS MARVEL to be maid. (Also helped CAPTAIN MARVEL, I should add but that was already in production.)

Not only that but he’s having such a positive effect on some artists who were close to him. Coogler again talked about how he basically “had” to cast Letitia Wright as Shuri because she was the only one who could make him smile a “Chadwick Boseman” smile (lots of teeth) and not just a T’Challa (regal, restrained) smile.

And Chadwick’s positive ripples have made Letitia Wright a leading lady.

Chadwick’s ripple might get Angela Bassett the Oscar, which would make me happy in the future and Make Amber Ruffin feel positive in 1993.

I know Black people have asked to see fewer white people’s thoughts on Mr Boseman.

But, man, I have to say. If you wanted to put positive into the culture, man. You did it.

[hav-vok]

cross posting from the wrong blog.

Oct 5

I'm not okay with my body image right now because I have to pack for Disney and the weather is warmer than I expected so I can't just hide in a big hoodie and I wanted to look cute but I just don't think I'll look cute or nice or anything other than a big fat blob of awful and I really don't want to ruin this with a fucking breakdown about how fat I am and how none of my clothes fit.

and the worst thing is I have no one but S to talk to this about. I have no girl friends I can't just pop up and say I feel like crap hype me up and help me find something fun to wear. I've never understood those scenes in coming of age films where the girls are all sat around in one room trying on each others clothes and doing each others hair. I never got that. I've never had anyone like that. I've never had a best friend that way. I've never even had a friend that way. not for 15 years.

half my life. half my fucking life I've not had friends to confind it and talk about this with and work through the trauma of societies expectations with. half my life. the half where it's mattered. no one cares as a kid. a little kid. but man as soon as you're aware of what this fucking world has its eyes on and what it deems is good and right and everything is it banishes as wrongs it's just traumatic trying to do anything else with that .

and now somehow I'm meant to have dinnerrmmmmmmsurbdn

I broke and nearly threw my phone so I dropped it and punched my leg lots instead.

I'm great. I'm good. I'm doing absolutely fine. about to go on the holiday of a lifetime apparently. what a delight.

Oct 6?

I keep opening and closing social media. like someone opening the fridge again to see if new food has magically appeared.

I realised that when I say friend, in most cases I think I should say acquaintance. because they're not friends. we were tied by a common place and most of our conversation rotated around that common place. maybe all I get are acquaintances. and I need to be okay with that level of relationship somehow.

Oct 8

so today I get on a plane for the first time ever and no matter how much I try I can't freak myself out about it which is good I guess. everything will be fine and it'll be so much fun and such a delight ✨

I'm sat in an airport waiting for a plane to arrive. it's ten minutes late which is wild but hey ho.

security was stressful and wild but nevermind I got through with only one misshap which for my first time isn't too bad.

getting random pain in my left toes though and knees hurt occasionally, and a slight headache which I blame on stress and stimulation.

Oct 12

so we'll Disney was a big ball of surreal crazy

idk why but mornings were not good for me. next time we go away like that I need to prepare for mornings better.

yesterday I felt quite bad, waves of sickness if I stood for too long, sharp pains in my stomach and guts. felt better if I sat for a while. didn't feel good enough to eat so I had a small yogurt, a few mouthfuls of lunch (cauliflower and pork mostly) and an apple when I got home. not lots of water either but I just didn't feel good. also got to experience a wheelchair for the first time ever, useful but not hugely.

feel a little icky today still but I'll try and eat nice plain foods here and see how it goes. Sam is out to work all afternoon so if I end up sitting in the bathroom then that's what happenes.

Oct 15

bs: weak+tingly hands, sore feet, achy hip R, little snotty, sleepy, weepy eyes, sore L shoulder

ms: flat, concerned about money this month

went to bed about 11ish last night, don't remember taking the hoodie off, don't remember S coming to bed, woke up a couple times during the night, once where the roof of my mouth was intensely itchy so I had some CBD , went back to sleep till S alarm at 8.40. 9.5 hours ish maybe ? obviously still tired from travel and Disney. but back at work today.

Oct 16

bs: mild cramps, can't tell if ovaries or intestines. L hand bad pins and needles during night, especially 3rd finger. sleepy

I was very snotty yesterday, and a bit coughy and had several long sneezing fits. I took some meds and went to work and it seemed to clear up. wondering if there's some dust or mould or something that affects me in my studio room. but it's so small and compact I don't really know how to go about changing that, since I have so much stuff. and things in this house get mouldy even in the warmer months let alone over winter when it's damp. oh to have central heating.

[sljuke]

Marvel Weekly #1

Hello peeps, this is SLJuke here with the first edition of MARVEL WEEKLY. This will be coming to you every week and sometimes there might be delays but this will always happen and if any “BREAKING NEWS” happens, y’all will be hearing it that day so it depends so there might be only 1 thing per week or there might be 5 or more. Also THERE MIGHT BE SPOILER WARNINGS SO TURN AWAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM. Anyways let’s start the news! Just last night, Kang actor Johnathan Majors got arrested and is charged with strangulation, assault, and harassment. If he did do that, then Marvel Studios is going to have to delay a bunch of projects and push projects forward and have to rewrite stories so they can find themselves a new actor to play Kang The Conqueror, let’s hope that he didn’t because he was one of the only good things about Ant-Man and The Wasp Quantamania (my opinion). On other news an insider named KC Walsh said that Secret Invasion which was supposed to come out in February and then got pushed back to May is getting pushed back to June and won’t move anymore. Samuel L. Jackson got spotted in a Scottish Town called Livingston filming a ‘Top-Secret’ Project and it’s rumored to be either the Marvels, which is coming out in November or Secret Invasion, my take is it's Secret Invasion. This next report comes from the Cosmic Circus and they’ve learned from their sources that Secret Invasion gives of spy thriller vibes that are reminiscent of Captain America The Winter Soldier and that there is a portion of the show that is appearing to take place in Russia at an abandoned power plant that is potentially Chernobyl but it isn’t confirmed whether or not Marvel Studios will tell us whether it is or not but it is confirmed that it is a hideout for Rebel Skrulls and that they’re using the underground levels of the plant to build a device that is shown in the D23 trailer and the theory for the device is to make Super Skrulls(I’m paraphrasing some of this stuff so go along with it lol). Ultron is supposed to return in Armor Wars and be played by James Spader again. Rumors say that Marvel may be turning to their old ways with darker tones in Captain America: New World Order and Thunderbolts. The tone for Daredevil Born Again is heard to go darker than what is shown in the MCU. Insider MyTimeToShineHello has been talking about multiple TV-MA and Rated R MCU projects. The scooper named thevscooper showed us some upcoming suits for Daredevil Born Again and the first one is an upgraded version of the Netflix one, the second one is a fully red one, and the last but not least one is a fully dark one and the DD Logo that Daredevil has in the comics might appear in some of the suits. In the last megadump of information from The Marvel Studios Spoilers Subreddit before it got taken down with a ton of leaks with Secret Wars getting split into two parts, Phase 7 is a phase that takes place in Battleworld, a Wakanda Series done in animation, a Mephisto Halloween Special Presentation shooting alongside Agatha Coven of Chaos, The Sentry who’s supposedly the main villain of Thunderbolts is getting a Special Presentation shooting alongside Thunderbolts and take the first two with a grain of salt but the rest have been corroborated by sources that have been very reliable and some I’ve already talked about. The other projects that were there are More I Am Groot Shorts in 2024, Man-Thing Halloween Special 2024, Silver Surfer Holiday Special 2024, Vision Quest Tv Show 2025, Young Avengers, Midnight Angels TV Series, Ghost Rider Halloween Special 2025, Nova Holiday Special 2025, Spider-Man 4 (Tom Holland’s version of the webslinger), Strange Academy TV Series Late 2025/Early 2026, Doctor Strange 3 2026, Ms. Marvel Season 2 2026(This show was amazing and I would wonder what would be in Season 2), Moon Knight Season 2 2026(I loved this show and I really hope we get this), Midnight Suns 2026, She-Hulk Season 2 2026 (I hope this is not a thing and if it is I will scream), Untitled Halloween Special (Don’t know what it is), World War Hulk 2026 (What we’ve been waiting for, bezerker Hulk to be back), Untitled Holiday Special 2026 (Don’t know what this is either), What If…? Season 3 2027(Idk if this would happen but there’s so many stories, maybe we might get an episode where it’s what if the MCU was comic accurate and didn’t underpower or overpower people), Eternals 2(Same thing as She-Hulk Season 2), Illuminati Show 2027, and finally 2nd part of Avengers Secret Wars (If it’s a thing, I think this would probably be bigger than Avatar and if not true, Avengers Secret Wars will still be bigger than Avatar). There was a few projects that got trademarks like Captain America Red, White, and Black, Celestials: End of Time, Nomad, The Black Knight: Origins, and Avengers Eternity Wars. These projects that got trademarked were also in the leaks for the trademarks for The Multiverse Saga, The Eternity Saga, The Timeless Saga, Avengers: The Kang Dynasty, Avengers: Secret Wars, Thunderbolts, and Captain America New World Order. Midnight Sons was trademarked on there and this stuff is amazing to hear with all of these projects. I’m sorry if this is so long lol but I want to tell you one more thing, it’s called the Geekly Weekly, it’s another thing like this that I’m going to start the week after Christmas because that is the week after Aquaman 2 comes out but that weekly will be just like this but it will be movies, tv shows, games, etc. with DC, Star Wars, TMNT, Power Rangers, etc. Please dm me if you have anything that you want me to talk about but if you don’t thank you for reading this long thing which will take a while, I’m SLJuke and this is Marvel Weekly, Love y’all,

 Sources: Den of Nerds, MyTimeToShineHello, thevscooper, and Cosmic Circus.