#the stacks on my desk were freaking me out i had to put them away.

[lesbiangiratina]

Also ive put all the cards in a binder and its really crazy insanely good for me to look at Dont worry about when i get more. Its okay.

[sour-heart-treats]

you know who ill be asking for ..... overworked cappuccino cookie please🎉women when they are Suffering!!!

"Guh-" Cappuccino awoke with a start, hand shooting out from its position beneath him and knocking over a neatly stacked pile of empty cappuccino cups. Something felt like it had gripped him in his entirety, though whatever it was didn't hold him in place. Trying to keep his heart from freaking out further than it already was, the prosecutor would reach across messy documents and take a sip of a long-gone cold coffee that was disappointing at best to consume. "What… was that a nightmare?" He'd wonder to himself, sitting up and giving a stretch, stopping when he nearly felt himself pull a muscle in his back. Cappuccino glanced out the window, seeing a crescent moon shining amongst clouded stars. "Wonder what it was all about… Oh well, back to work."

And back he would go, picking up where he left off on some case he constantly needed to remind himself on the details of. Cases were so much simpler when magic wasn't involved, but when they were, things became much more complicated. It didn't help that this case involved a form of magic that wasn't well known even in Parfaedia… Moonlit magic. Ancient magic toted by wizards long ago, now only used by very few, and understanding of it was so minuscule it made the possibilities in this case so much harder to decipher. Spinning around in his chair and accidentally crushing some discarded cups of caffeine under his wheels, the giant corkboard behind him held enough to make even a scholar go mad. Though to Cappu… it at least made some sense. "So if the suspect was here, and the magic readings were found here… Ugh, but it wouldn't linger that long! Someone else had to have been there to cast that featherweight spell!" Rambling to himself, the red string between images would be shifted here, there, and a third where. Nothing here was adding up, but there had to be something here that he just wasn't seeing! The prosecutor would sigh and get up from his chair, going around it rather than spinning it back around, in order to grab and drink his cold coffee without spilling it. Though as he approached the board again, that same feeling of being gripped made his entire body tense. Losing grip on his cappuccino, the person of the same name would watch helplessly as it fell and spilled all over the carpet. Ugh… Another drink for the floor, huh.

"Geez…" Cappu would groan, " I didn't think that lack of sleep would cause such drastic seizing…" "It doesn't." A second voice, bitterly familiar, would reach the prosecutor's ears. Whipping around to confront the voice, and grabbing a desklamp to shine the intruder, Cappu would find that a certain phantom thief had found their way onto his desk. Standing there. Holding… his… soulstone?! "What- how did you-?! Put that down this instant!!" The prosecutor barked, pushing forward and attempting to scramble onto his desk, only knocking down towers upon towers of empty cups while the thief simply took a step back and off of the desk, leaving them on opposite ends. "Now now," Roguefort teased, unphased by the bright light being shined upon them, "I do not intend on doing anything with your soul. Toying with people's lives isn't my line of work… though that would be interesting if it were true." "What are you doing in my house?! Why are you here!? To laugh at me after you got away!?" Though Cappu would growl and scowl at the thief, Rogue wouldn't do much more than smile and shrug. "I am simply here to prevent your soulstone from being destroyed by your own actions. There's a certain someone who's grown highly concerned about your state thanks to the number of cases you've taken that happen to match against them." Cappuccino would blink, taken aback. "You mean to tell me… that defense lawyer sent you here to check up on me?" How demeaning… He didn't need this- as much as he did appreciate the sentiment. "I would have preferred they would have visited me themself instead of sending you here. They should know how much I despise you…" "Ah, but they did not ask. They merely… implied it." Roguefort would chuckle, looking at the shining stone in their hand and tilting their head at it. "Your soul has certainly grown dim as of late. It is not worth stealing something that has not been well-polished." These insults were certainly not making the prosecutor feel any better, even if the stone getting gently pet sent an ironically warming chill through him. "You are not very good at hiding when you are in true need of help… and as someone who knows the true worth of all I come across, your worth in yourself has been dwindling, hasn't it? With all the late nights and the constant losses against that passionate lawyer…"

"Could you stop with the incessant monologue and tell me what on Earthbread you could possibly want?" Cappuccino snipped, ignoring the strange sensation of having someone touch the purest form of his soul with such gentleness. No one should be doing that- especially not someone as despicable as Phantom Bleu. "Look, sure, Langue is worried about me. Sure, these past few months have been… rough… so what do you want me to do about it?!" "Simply… take better care of yourself. I will be remaining with you until you do so, as a favor for the one who kept me out of prison." "Yea?" Housing the phantom thief? What bullshit is this? "Well good luck, buddy! You've got someone ridden with so many problems that the song with ninety-nine problems would be blown out of the water ten times over! Not to mention I'll just report you the second you let your guard down!" "Hmhm. That's cute." The thief would grip the stone in their hand, causing Cappu to gasp and seize, losing grip on the light in his hand and making the room go dark as the lamp landed with the shade covering the bulb. "Unfortunately, if you were to report me for residing with you, would that not put your reputation under scrutiny? The headlines would abhor you, darling. Rumors would eat you up… Not to mention we would go through the whole song-and-dance again with me winding up disappearing from the courtroom in a flash! It would be better if we just focused on taking care of you, wouldn't it?"

Cappuccino would catch his breath, glaring into the dark as he took longer than before to recover. Had he been squeezed harsher than last time? "You neglected to mention your… the fact that you have my soulstone, and could kill me anytime you wanted." "Kill you? Oh, no, no, no! I am not a beast!" Rogue would step back onto the desk, looking down at Cappu in the dark, eyes shining like a feline shrowded in the shadows. "Though I do plan on using this as a contingency. Would not want you to pass on of your own accord before I had a moment to aid you, would we? Now, care to let me aid you, for that intriguing defense attorney and your own sake?"

"…fine," The prosecutor hissed, crossing his arms and looking only at the thief's eyes. It was the only part he could really see, after all. "But know that I will land you back in court and win, regardless of how much help you give me. I hate you." "Cute. Well then, let's start your little 'rehabilitation' that you often claimed I am the one who needs it so desperately."

[hoshi-y]

HII!! ^^ SO OKAY I JUST RANDOMLY THOUGHT OF THIS- How about Akane(male), Teru, Mitsuba, and Kou with a s/o that is like clawdeen from monster high? :0 (I’ve just been going through a monster high phase😭)

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Aoi Akane, Minamoto Teru, Mitsuba Sousuke, Minamoto Kou

TW : None

A/N : Don't attack me but I don't know who clawdeen is— HAHAHHAHAHA I wasn't interested in monster high so I never bothered watching it, So I just searched up her personality and hopefully I can mold her personality here correctly :O

Personality :

Confident

Energetic

Fierce

Loyal and Protective to her loved ones and friends

Can be angered when her Loyalty is threatened

Resourcefulness

Talented Sportswoman

For me to have a better goal on the writing, I'll take one of her personalities and base it off of that HAHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Resourceful, Loyal and Protective

Akane LOVED how you have an ability to find quick ways to solve a problem

Wether in class, outside hanging out, or in the Student council

You always manage to find a way to solve the problem

Your sharp thinking just amazes him

"Ugh— President how on earth are we gonna finish all of these by the afternoon?!" The three of you grimaced at the tall stack of notebooks on the desk

These were all the clubs log books and the student council had to report all of this before the afternoon

"Maybe if we just split the log books for the 3 of us we can finish it before the afternoon.. —"

"BRILLIANT I KNEW YOUR CHARMING AND SMART NATURE CAN SOLVE THIS DAMN PROBLEM EASILY!!" He knelt down infront of as he showered you with praises

Ah, right...

He once said you were more useful than the President

Ended up getting electricuted lmao

Despite the both of you being in 2 different classrooms

You were very loyal to him

ignoring and rejecting anyone who confesses to you

You felt bad, but you were set to one person only

Akane has set his eyes on you and only you back when the two of you were still kids

aww really now 😞

He is very overprotective of you, and you were also very overprotective of him

You once heard male students talking bad about him

so you sent them to the principals office anonymously 💗

You two were so alike, both sharp thinkers, Loyal and Protective for one another

Confident

He dragged you to his boundary by accident that day

He was meant to grab Yashiro but you pushed her out of the way

And that's how he met you

He asked you for help on how to get him out of here

He was panicking, well he didn't show he was

He didn't know how to get out, and might be stuck here for the rest of his ghost life

But you were there to tell him you'd find a way!

and as promised, you led him out of there

You were confident with whatever you were doing it amazed him

Not once did it ever go wrong...

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE CAN'T JUMP THAT—" He freaked out by the gap on the floor which led to an endless pit of darkness "If you stopped complaining we can-"

You grabbed his scarf backed up, and started running for momentum, Mitsuba screeched as the two of you jumoed but you two made it to the other side safe and sound

"You.. are crazy.." His last words before passing out from shock

He tried to grab your confidence when he tried to confess his feelings for you

And he was certainly very confident that you liked him too

well he wasnt wrong

Cause you accepted him right away

My even after death this guy can get a S/O?

You were very flirty

Aha, and you were very certain he liked it even though he was a furious blushing mess

Talented Sportsmans

Hmm, How do I put this into words

You met him when you accidentally sent a vollyball flying his way hitting him in the face

It was a very bloody meeting but he was glad you sent it flying his way

weirdo wtf (jk)

After that you two got along very well

He found out you played many sports

Badminton, Volleyball, Soccer, Tennis, Table Tennis

Do I even have to say it all?

You would join alot of sports events as school representative

and would always bring home a medal

He was very impressed someone like you can be so talented with different types of sports

"You joined another Sports event [F/N]?" Teru asked as he looked up from his work to eye you putting on your kneepads

You joined the soccer girls sports event and you were and ypur team were practicing, but you had to stop by your lovely boyfriend to grab your kneepads as you left your bag at the student councils office

"Mhm! We're gonna try and bring home that trophy hehe" You said with an enthusiastic tone, he chuckled as he got up walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead which made you blush madly

Anyone would die to be in your position but too bad

"Mm.. Goodluck then.. I'll be cheering from the crowd for you yeah?" He laughed as you started playfully hitting his chest repeatedly with a huge blush on your face

Energetic

You two were like two peas in a pod

So energetic!

Even after running looking for supernaturals you two were just never tired at all

"Ah! Kou look its Hanako and Yashiro-san!" You pointed to theur direction

"Yeah, Lets go say— O-OI GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF SENPAI!" Both of you ran to them

Both your energy and enthusiasm was so bright people needed to wear sunglasses...

You two were perfect for each other as both of you can match each others energy!

Even after a long day

you two still had so much energy in you

Instead of joining the other students beinf exhausted after school

The others can make out which ones are you

Always in a hurry to get out of the school gates

I wonder why?

"Excuse me!" Kou shouted as he held your hand running pass thru the sea of students, Why were the both of you in a hurry?

Well, Kou asked you out today! On a date oh my, Down to this very cute and newly opened cafe, you two were in a hurry to reach their freshly opened bonus!

Plus, Since it's new it will be very crowded "Ah! We made it!" Both of you looked up ahead and saw the new cafe and hurrid to get in line next to the entrance so the two of you can check this cafe out

"Ooo Kou look its so cute!" You looked around the cafe as the employees let you and the other first 10 customers in

It was a Sleepy themed cafe, Bean bags and two floored cafe chairs were scene, Lots of plushies and stuffed animals aswell

You two found a seat on this cozy corner with a huge window, The waiter came and gave the both of you the menu "Everything looks so good heerree.." You leaned on his shoulder to show the menu and he brusted into a flame

"A-ah you can order whatever you want L-love" He blushed at the petname he gave you thinking you weren't cool with it but he heard a laugh from you "My~ Aren't you bold?" You continued to giggle as he whined "S-stop teasing.. I-i just thought you liked this kinda things" He turned away from you as you had this annpyong grin on your face

You finally stopped and kissed his cheek "I'm alright with it.. And I do, I do like it"

You two enjoyed the cafe talking about various things, and you sometimes pull out the tease card on Kou which ends up with him hiding his face on the table

You know those cafes that have seats that can double decked, So cool

Anyways sorry it took so long to do your request, Might end up changing a few things cause it was kind of rushed HAHAHHAHA

[h0rr0rsaxo]

[ Taking care of you - Simp Party - P2. ]

Warnings; Smut, a little violence towards the end.

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; Kellin finally getting some coochie

Word count; 2,239

Anni and Kellin had been relentlessly teasing each other while they had been walking back to the mansion— constant stupid jokes being thrown at each other. Kellin ended up laughing so hard that he reopened one of his wounds— much to Anni's dismay. She had forced him to go up to her room, but he only agreed to follow her on one condition. If he got to carry her up to her room.

“Hey, can you put me down now?” Anni stammered out, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. Thankfully he obliged and sat down at the bed in her pathetic excuse for a clean room. 

“I-uh I’m going to go get some bandages …  Do you want any?” 

Kellin seemed to ponder on your question before sarcastically snorting out, “Nah, I’d rather bleed out.” An arm is thrown over her shoulder holding her in place startling her out of her trance. A blush quickly erupted onto her face, as she swiftly pushed him off of her— 

“F-fine then, bleed out!” Shit, now he knew she was embarrassed. 

“C'mon don’t be that way … I know you were checking me out, short-stack.” Anni flushed at his words. Of all the nicknames he had for her, that was the one she hated most. 

“OH MY GOD SHUTUP!” Anni shrieked, before storming into the bathroom, to grab the first aid kit. He heard her pounding steps before he saw her. She must be really pissed now.

“Here. Bandage yourself, asshole.” Anni hissed, slamming the gauze onto the table and quickly turning around to check on her own injuries.

“Ow, my feelings.” He snorted, lips quirked up into a self-satisfying grin. 

“Suck it up.” She efficiently snapped back. Kellin let out a brazen laugh at her choice of words, setting fire to her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Her brown-haired enemy sauntered over to her and slung an arm around her neck. He pulled her in close. “Don’t worry Anni. You’re still cute even though you’re so tiny. Especially when you make that angry face of yours,” he cooed in a way he knew would annoy her the most.

Without much protest, she simply gave a huff and pushed the auburn-capped man away, chalking up her lack of response to being too tired from a hard day’s work. She had lost the little teasing battle, and that only gave her good-for-nothing friend delight.

"Idiot…"

He didn’t respond, but she felt him behind her. Anni felt him grip her shoulder, and she could feel the prowess and strength that he had in one hand. Well. Shit. He forced her to turn around by pulling her shoulder forward. When her gaze met him, his eyes were so playful. A slow exhale slipped past her lips, and she shivered slightly with delight; unconsciously shrinking away from him slightly. A smirk covered his features now, and his hand squeezed her shoulder gently. “Help me put on the bandages.” she only obeyed because she hadn’t been thinking straight, if she had been, he would have gotten bandages thrown at him instead of help. 

Anni huffed, shaking off the sexual tension growing between the two of them and instead, trying to focus on the deep cut on his chest. “How did this even happen? I JUST patched you up. You're such a dork..” Anni wasn't able to see his expression since she had moved to the sink to grab a clean rag from the desk. But if she had seen it she would have freaked out. He, for the most part, was staring at her ass. In his classic 'easily flustered nature', blush started to arise onto his cheeks as he shook his head slightly. She walks back to him, pushing him onto his back with a little blush on her face. The tension between them started to arise again, and it only got worse when Kellin started to trace his hands along her abdomen.. she could no longer handle it.

Anni's warm lips pressed up against his, making a tremor of indulgence pulse through his body. Anni rested her hand on his cheek and pushed up against him, Kellin leaning back, letting her do her bidding. She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist as she kept her lips locked on his. One hand kept her elevated, her other caressed his chest and her fingernails gently feeling across the white bandages clasped to his skin. He smelled so good. With what lingering joy that was still left in her body, her senses still had some sort of sharpness to them. Scent, touch, taste; it was all so invigorating.

Kellin's hands couldn't help but explore, even though his mind was still mildly against the situation he was in. His hands tingled at the touch of her soft legs, his fingers scaling up to the boundary that were her jagged shorts. Feeling her fingernails scraping down his shirt made his heart hasten; he desperately wanted to feel those nails on his bare skin. He could taste his favorite brand of whiskey on her lips; sudden flashbacks of the one night on the island where he had pulled Anni into a compromising position. He may have been drunk, but he remembered that kiss they had. It was something he was never able to forget.

Anni finally broke the long kiss and leaned up, immediately stripping her shirt off of her upper body. She tossed it to the floor and stared down at him, her brown eyes vivid with anticipation. Kellin's jaw tightened at the look she was giving him; also not being able to tear his eyes from her shirtless composure. The only thing keeping her from being completely shirtless was that strapless bra hugging her bosom. Anni tilted her head at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. There was a battle brewing in that head of his.

"What's wrong?" She asked, seeing Kellin struggling not to look at her nakedness. She rolled her eyes, "Think you're taking advantage of me?"

"Just don't want you..." Kellin almost bit his tongue, "Regretting it later." As he spoke those words, he looked down to her thin abdomen, seeing that still-healing scar from the knife that was wedged into her skin.

"I won't regret a thing." Anni said and Kellin's blue eyes met with her stare,

"You say that now." Kellin said sternly and Anni shook her head, leaning over his face as her brown locks dangled off her shoulders,

"I don't regret one thing when it comes to you. What makes you think I'm going to start now?" She whispered to him, her free hand pressing up against hers cheek, "Are you afraid that things will change between us?"

"I don't know." Kellin said, obviously lying about the real reason. Sex always preceded an awkward, regretful situation after the fact with practically every girl he had been with.

Anni got closer to Kellin's face, her lips brushing up against his, "Let me prove it to you..."

Anni pushed her soft lips against his once again, reached up behind her back to let go of the tightness around her chest. Kellin's heart slammed against his sternum when he felt the soft material of her bra drop down onto him. Anni took no time to toss it aside and slumped down, her breasts pressed up against him. Kellin shuddered at the sudden warmth of her body on his, blood rushing through his body with eagerness. He feverishly kissed back, finally letting himself go. 'Just trust her... don't think about it anymore.' he thought to himself. His hands finally traveled her body more, this time, up her tight back and across her smooth hips.

His fingers crossed the light chasm of her healing scar and her felt her lightly flinch at the touch. But she paid it no mind, keeping those intoxicating lips fastened on what she wanted. He felt her tongue traverse his bottom lip, and he couldn't help but return the favor. Anni breathed in sharply when she felt his hand slide up her ribs and his thumb brush up the side of her breast. Underneath her, she could feel the warmth of his waist lighting up with excitement, causing her thrill to intensify. She broke the kiss once again and leaned up, her fingers nimbly picking at the button of her shorts.

She slowly slipped her hand into his drawers and he inhaled sharply when he felt her soft hand grab onto his member. Anni gently pulled it out of his pants, signaling to Kellin exactly what she wanted. Her hand let go and her fingernails lightly raked up his stomach, smiling when she saw the dazed look on Kellin's face. He then lowered his waist and Anni bit on her lip when she felt the warmth of him rub up against her wetness. Her jaw chattered in anticipation, and before she knew it, she had finally gotten what she so desperately wanted. Anni's fingernails dug into Kellin's back as her own arched, her mouth gaped open and her head tilted back. His entirety was finally inside her and the sensation was almost overpowering to both of them. Kellin's jaw was tight with bliss as he slid into her, she felt so slick and perfect all around him. She was tighter than he was expecting her to be; how could a girl as stunning and charming be like this?

He paid it no mind as he began to rock his hips to and fro, sliding back and in, grunting under his breath with each push. He opened his blue eyes and stared at Anni, his mind leaping when he watched her face twist and turn with satisfaction. Anni whimpered and gasped, her fingers wrapping around the back of Kellin's neck and dug her nails into him once again. Kellin's hand slid down her leg as she wrapped it around his back. Anni's stuttered breaths clashed against his face as she pressed her forehead against hers, pushing back against him and he continued to thrust into her. Her fingers tangled into the comforter on the hotel bed below the pair. Anni began to move her hips and clench her muscles, a light smile crossing her lips when she felt Kellin grip onto her leg tightly.

"Harder... please." She managed to breathe out. She didn't have to say anymore for Kellin wanting to obey every word that came from her mouth and every movement that her body made.

His strong hips slammed up against her and a loud whimper rolled out of her throat. He removed his hand from her thigh and wrapped his forearm under the small of her back, pressing her up against him. She twitched each time he swept in and out of her, the inebriating pleasure not only rolling through her, but him as well. Her wet, warm walls were intoxicating and it was hard to keep that animal he had inside kept under control.

Anni's breathing started to become more erratic the harder and faster Kellin pounded. Her fingers trembled on the back of his neck, but as she could feel her body lighting up, her hands smacked onto his back. Her claws scraped along his back, and as they did, they passed ridges of skin that barely registered in her mind. She bit down on her lip and held her breath, trying to stifle the moans that were trying to escape her throat. She only listened; listened to the grunts and staggered breathing from Kellin's mouth, making her thrilled with delight.

In the pit of her stomach, a sensation sparked and slowly crawled up Anni's spine. She knew very well what followed the last few moments of that sensation. Even though she didn't want it to end so abruptly, she welcomed that pleasurable ecstasy that Kellin had finally given to her. Kellin could feel her muscles tightening around him and with his mind set; he worked his hips faster and pushed into her harder. Her hands tremored on his skin and she pressed her forehead against his collar bone, closing her eyes and feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

— . — . —

Varrick's eyes narrowed slightly, as his hand aggressively tightened around the bottle of whiskey he had been drinking. No words could describe how much he wanted to beat Kellin to an absolute pulp from the noises he had been hearing from upstairs— the bottle was on the verge of shattering underneath his intimidating grip. It didn’t help that Zalgo had been messing with his mind lately, and there was a possibility that he had been blaming those emotions on Kellin. "Fuckin' hell…I'll kill that son of a bitch."

"Why are you so pissed? It's not like you're even dating her." Fang questioned out of genuine curiosity, as she raised a brow at Varrick's jealous behavior. Fang saw his eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. "Ohhh— are you jealous because you have a small dick or something?"

A popped vein appeared on his face.

"It's okay, it's actually common for men to hav—" A glass bottle had been thrown straight at her face, shattering on impact as she stumbled onto the ground. A little blood staggered from her nose, and trailed down her face as she looked up at him curiously, "Geez…struck a nerve there, huh? I guess you do—"

"I DON'T HAVE A SMALL DICK."

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Outsmarting Azul part 3

the final chapter!! this one is pretty spicy and a bit more heavy on the angst, but all of it gets resolved at the end.

4.6k, gn!reader, enemies to lovers, ace is mc’s bestie confirmed

tw: references to sex, strong language (let mc say fuck)

part 1, part 2

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“Hey heyyy!” Ace sang as he waltzed into your room, whistling an upbeat tune. He hadn’t even knocked before he entered the Ramshackle dorm, but by this time, you’d grown used to him randomly barging in.

You peered up from the book you were reading. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the Lounge?”

Ah, yes, the Monstro Lounge. Last month, Ace had been smart enough to pick a fight with an upperclassman from Savanaclaw, resulting in a beat-up Ace and a shattered chandelier. Apparently the chandelier had been expensive, and Azul wasn’t happy about such a commotion being stirred up. Azul knew that if Crowley were to find out, Ace might be put on the line for expulsion again, so he offered a deal; Ace would spend every evening, from dusk until midnight, working at the Monstro Lounge for zero pay. Ace had been so desperate to avoid getting into trouble with the headmaster that he signed the contract without even thinking. Turns out, Azul had set an undetermined amount of time for Ace to work until he deemed the debt repaid. So, for the past month, Ace had been exhausted and overworked, with hardly any free time, especially not on a Friday night like this.

He plopped himself down on your bed, reclining with his hands behind his head. “Not anymore. Ya’ boy just got let off scotch-free!”

You dog-eared your page before setting down your book, staring at Ace intently. “What do you mean?”

“He expedited my contract!” He said. “It’s totally dissolved, and I don’t have to work for him anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s-”

“Weird, I know,” Ace said, eyes sparkling. “I was super freaked out, too. It’s Azul Ashengrotto, for Queen’s sake. I really thought someone was playing an elaborate prank on me.”

“But he was serious?”

Ace hooted in victory. “He was! Oh, Friday nights, how I’ve missed you…”

As Ace blabbered on about all of the plans he was going to make and friends he’d catch up with, you furrowed your brow, replaying Ace’s words over in your head. It was so out of character, so odd for Azul to do this—it was selfless.

Huh.

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You whistled a quiet tune to yourself as you strode down the halls, going to pick up Jack and Deuce after their track practice. The halls were relatively quiet, save for the few students you passed here and there.

“No, you’re doing it wrong,” a harsh, familiar voice chided from one of the classrooms. Its door was cracked open just a bit. You peered in the classroom silently, and had to repress a sound of distaste when you saw Azul perched on a desk in the empty classroom, observing a small, nervous-looking boy at the front of the class.

You’d seen the boy before, but only in passing. He was a first year in Octavinelle named Kaavyan, with dark skin and round glasses so thick you could hardly see his eyes. He was skinny and shaky; he could probably be blown away by a strong gust of wind. Currently, he stood on wobbly knees at the front of the classroom holding a stack of notecards, sweating bullets as Azul tore him apart with his cool, calculating eyes.

I knew Azul was a jerk, but this is a bit excessive, you thought to yourself. I never took him for the bully type.

Just as you were about to step in and intervene, Kaavyan suddenly threw the note cards on the ground with a frustrated huff. “This is useless. I just can’t do it.” As he spoke, you realized he had what sounded to be a Lancashire accent, as well as a noticeable lisp.

“That’s not true,” Azul said, his voice surprisingly soft. He stood up and approached the boy. “The key is to have confidence.”

“But I don’t.” The boy was practically on the verge of tears. “No one’s going to take me seriously when I talk, anyways.”

“Then make them.” Azul picked up the notecards from the ground and handed them back to him. “Even if you’re not confident, as long as you act like it, they’ll believe it. Make your presence so potent that they won’t have a choice but to listen to you, regardless of any speech impediment.”

“But I’m not like you,” Kaavyan protested.

“Not yet, at least,” Azul retorted soundly, which made Kaavyan shut his mouth. Azul pushed up his glasses and went to sit back down at the desk. “Now, once more, from the top.

Kaavyan was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Thank you for doing this,” he said. “I know I’ll have to pay the price later, but-”

Azul held up a hand to stop him. “No. No price. I’m the Housewarden, it’s my responsibility to make sure every student in Octavinelle succeeds. All I’m expecting in return is for you to nail this presentation.”

Kaavyan beamed at him before starting his speech over again, and you took it as your cue to leave. You knew that Deuce and Jack were probably wondering where you were, so you picked up your pace a bit, but you couldn’t help but replay the scene you just saw unfold in your head.

Huh.

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The week following, you’d been trodding along the campus with Ace and Deuce in tow, giggling at some half-assed joke Ace had cracked when a piece of paper was suddenly shoved under your nose.

You snatched the flier away and out of your face with annoyance, only to see the beaming face of Kalim.

“Uh, hey, Kalim,” you began, hesitant. “What’s up?”

“You’re coming to the party, right?” He was practically vibrating in excitement.

You were confused. What party? You un-crumpled the flier that had been thrust in your face.

“‘All are invited,” you began reading off of the paper, “to an exclusive, black-tie dance at Monstro Lounge to celebrate the school basketball team’s recent win against Royal Sword Academy. There are no charges to enter, only that you bring a positive attitude and good school spirit. Signed and approved by… Azul Ashengrotto’.” You blinked, making sure you were reading it right.

Ace grabbed the paper from your hands, and Deuce peered over his shoulder. Both of their jaws were slack with shock.

“Since when was this a thing?” Ace exclaimed. “The team didn’t get told any of this stuff…”

Kalim waved him off. “It was kind of a last-minute decision by Azul himself, from what I’ve heard. But hey, it’s a party, I’m not complaining!”

You chewed your lip. “Azul doesn’t give a shit about basketball, unless he’s working concessions. And it’s not like this is Magift. It…. it doesn’t make sense.”

“If not making sense gets me stuff like this, then call me Chenya,” Ace said, grinning at Kalim and throwing an arm around your shoulder. “We’ll be there, for sure!”

Kalim cheered and skipped away merrily, ready to harass the next passing students about the party at Monstro Lounge. As Ace chatted happily about what he was going to wear to the party and Deuce listened with apt interest, you were quiet, wondering if Hell had frozen over. Or, perhaps you’d been a bit too quick to assume things about Azul.

The thought made a small knot twist in your stomach.

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Ace wolf whistled when you stepped out of the Heartslabyul bathroom, dressed to the nines and ready to party.

You playfully swatted at his shoulder. “Can it, Romeo.”

“Can’t help it, you just look so pretty,” Ace crooned, puckering his lips and making exaggerated kissing noises. You shoved him away, laughing.

“You don’t look half bad, yourself,” you said. “Where’s Deuce and Grim? We were supposed to leave five minutes ago.”

Ace shrugged. “Last time I checked they were still getting ready. Who knows what’s going on in there.”

The two of you suddenly heard a crash from the room over, followed by loud and heavy cursing.

“....I’m going to go check on them.”

“Good plan.”

When you opened the door to the room, you were greeted with the sight of Deuce, still only half-dressed with his pants belt-less and dress shirt only partially buttoned, tangled up in what looked to be…. a black rope?

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Grim sighed, rubbing his furry head. “He’s hopeless.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible teacher,” Deuce barked, glaring at the feline.

“It’s a bow tie! It’s not like it’s rocket science.”

You sighed, shaking your head and going up to Deuce to begin untangling him from his mess of knots. “You could’ve just asked me, y’know.”

Deuce huffed, looking away with pink cheeks. “It was embarrassing.”

“Not as embarrassing as showing up to a fancy party with whatever it is you’re trying to do with this bow tie.”

Deuce grumbled incoherently as you straightened out the piece of fabric and popped his collar up so you could fasten it properly.

“There, done,” you said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Now hurry up! We’re already late.”

The party was in full swing by the time the four of you arrived. The room was full of students in suits—and some in dresses, you noted—who chatted and laughed over some amber, fizzy drink in martini glasses. The warm, dim lighting made you feel comfortable, the lights casting soft yet deep shadows on students’ faces. It smelled like salt and a thick, floral fragrance that you couldn’t quite put your hand on.

There was a live jazz band playing a sweet, soulful rhythm, loud enough to provide a cushion over the many voices, but not disruptive. The saxophonist and trumpet seemed to be having a particularly good time, as they chased each other over the swinging chords, each coming up with a more elaborate blow than the last. Upon closer inspection, you could see that it was Lilia on the trumpet. He made eye contact and shot you a wink and a smile before returning to his improvisation.

“You made it!” Kalim bounded up to you with Jamil in tow, fully decked out in colorful beads and shimmering gold. Jamil, while not as extravagant as Kalim, was done up neatly, a streak of red on his eyelids making his gaze seem especially deep.

“Couldn’t pass it up,” you said, smiling. “Now, pray tell, where are the drinks?”

Kalim led your group over to the refreshment table, where Grim wasted no time in piling heaps of smoked salmon and spicy olive salad onto his plate. Deuce hardly had a moment to pour himself a drink before Ace was dragging him off to dance and mingle, and hopefully not get into too much mischief. You and Kalim chatted for a bit as you sipped from your glasses, Jamil putting his two cents in every now and then. Soon enough, Kalim got called over by some second years from Savanaclaw.

You were left alone, contentedly nursing your drink when you looked up to see Jade Leech approaching you.

“Enjoying the party?” He inquired, voice as smooth and suave as ever.

“I am, actually,” you replied, taking another sip. “You’ve cleaned up the place nicely.”

“You’ve got Azul to thank for that.” He nodded his head in the direction across the room, where you saw the man in question smiling broadly as he entertained a few guests by showing off the vast aquarium. “It was all his idea.”

“Really?” You continued to watch him, seemingly very invested in explaining the various sea life he hosted to some first-years.

Jade leaned in closer to you. “He’s too nervous approach you himself, but he’d really like to talk to you.”

You snorted, and you couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across your face.

You set your empty glass down. “Thanks for the tip, Leech.”

You strode over to where Azul was, quietly joining behind the group, waiting for him to notice you.

“And see here, the clownfish use the anemones to-“ his voice caught as he met your eyes, fumbling in surprise. “To, uh, protect them… Could you excuse me for a moment?”

He gently ushered the students away and went over to where you stood. You were looking up and had your back to him, admiring the aquarium yourself with mild interest as you watched Azul approach you from your peripheral vision.

“You have an interest in sea life?” Azul asked, trying to force his voice to be smooth, but you could still detect a nervous waver in his tone.

“I do,” you hummed. “You have a wonderful collection of Cnidarians. And I must say, I’ve always found cuttlefish to be particularly fascinating.” You turned to him, the corners of you mouth quirking up in a teasing smirk. “But, then again, I might just have a soft spot for all cephalopods.”

Azul coughed into his hand and turned towards the tank in an effort to conceal his reddening face. “Really, now? The Cnidarians have always been a main attraction, particularly the moon jellies.” He took a glance at you and saw that you were staring at him, and just as quickly he averted his eyes, cheeks warming even more. “I’ll have to look into the possible addition of cuttlefish.”

“You should.” It was quiet between the two of you for a moment before you spoke up again. “I’ve gotta say, when I heard you were throwing this big party, I was a little surprised.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “You didn’t strike me as the type to throw parties for no reason, much less for our basketball team.”

“Well, everyone deserves a celebration of their achievements, do they not?” He said. “Besides, Floyd’s been putting in more effort as of late, and I wanted to show him it didn’t go unnoticed.”

“That’s really selfless of you.”

He tensed, turning to look at you and half expecting a sneer, but there you were, smiling softly.

He hoped you couldn’t hear the frantic beating of his heart.

He pulled at the collar of his shirt. “It’s a little warm in here, would you like to step outside for a moment?”

“Of course.” You followed him as he led you into the back room where he began ascending the staircase with wobbly legs. He opened the door at the top—the roof, where the jazz music and voices chattering was nothing but a faint hum in the back of your mind. He followed you, and as the door clicked shut, it was silent.

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it,” Azul chuckled. It was a dark but not unpleasant night, the gentle, cool breeze flicking up the ends of your hair and whistling softly in your ears.

“Yeah, it does,” you said.

Azul paused for a moment before clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. About before. I’d known full well you wanted nothing to do with me, yet I still approached you with some silly job.”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his sudden forwardness. “You don’t need to apologize for that,” you said, and you meant it. “You weren’t violating the contract. I can’t hold it against you for having, y’know, free will.”

“That’s not what I’m apologizing for.” His voice somehow got more serious, his eyes boring into you with an intensity you’d never seen. But when you looked closely behind his steeliness, you could see fear.

He took a deep breath. “The truth is, I didn’t actually want you to work for me. I-I mean, I wouldn’t say no to such a thing, of course, you’re rather brilliant, but that’s beside the point. The only reason I offered was because I…” His eyes grew warm and his expression softened. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

Your lips parted slightly, and you blinked at him, wide-eyed. He shifted under the scrutiny of your gaze as a blush creeped up his neck.

“You… just wanted to spend time with me?” You repeated, still not sure you really heard him right.

His fidgeting became even worse as he adjusted his tie and desperately looked anywhere but your face. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I, uh… How do I say this… I… I seem to have taken an interest in you.”

You stifled the urge to snicker at how badly he was tripping over his tongue, but you’d rather spare him the embarrassment. You knew exactly where this was going—he wasn’t exactly difficult to read—and yet you couldn’t help but want to play with him a bit more. “An interest in me? How so?”

“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He sighed. “I-”

“Azuuuul!” Floyd burst in, all but kicking down the door to the roof. You couldn’t tell if his stupid grin and woozy frame was because of some illicit drink he’d smuggled in from Sam’s, or if it was just Floyd being, well, Floyd. “How’s it goin’? Did it work?”

If Azul was pink before, he was fire-engine red now. His eyes blazed. “Floyd! Go away!”

“Pshh,” Floyd waved the rather distressed Azul off. “Jade n’ I spent sooo much time helping you with this little charade you’re putin’ on, we’ve gotta see it through.”

Your mind prickled at his words, and you turned to Azul. “What does he mean?”

“D-Don’t listen to him! It’s just, I, um-” Azul was beyond aiding at this point, blushing so much and tripping over his own words as if his tongue’s shoelaces were tied together.

“C’mon, Shrimpy, you think he pulled all this off by himself?” Floyd cackled. “He wanted to hook up with you so bad, he went through all this trouble to act nice to the first years and throw this big-ass party—which is hella fun, by the way, you guys should come back down—just to impress you.”

“That’s enough!” Azul grabbed Floyd by the shoulders and shoved him back through the door, slamming it shut and pressing his back against it so it couldn’t be opened again. You could hear Floyd’s faint giggling fade off as he went back down to the party. Azul looked at you, glasses askew on his stricken face.

“...Are you serious?” Your voice was small, yet your anger was anything but. Your heart raced and blood pounded in your ears as you waited for his reply.

He blanched. “D-Don’t listen to him, it’s not like that-”

“Not like what, Ashengrotto?” You shouted, and he flinched. “This entire time… You letting Ace go, being nice to people, making me think that you might not be a complete douchebag—was just some elaborate plan to get in my pants?” You laughed, a sound that was dry and forced. “God, I knew you were low, but this is a whole other level.”

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please just listen to me.”

You were still seething, but you shut your mouth, grinding your teeth together as you let him speak.

“I like you, yes. You’ve probably figured that one out by now,” he said, making you scoff. “But it’s not for some shallow, depraved reason. You’re… You’re incredible, and my feelings go deeper than just… Y’know…”

“Wanting to fuck?”

“No!” Azul’s eyes were wide, and his hands were waving desperately. “Those were not my intentions at all! I would never think of that, and I haven’t even considered it. W-well, I’m not saying I wouldn’t but-”

You glared. “You need a shovel to help dig the hole you’re in even deeper?”

“Message received.” He swallowed. “My point is, I value you. As a person. Frankly, you’re incredible to me. I’ve….. never met someone who made me feel this way, this much.” Azul chewed his bottom lip as his hands gripped the fabric of his blazer. “What you said that day on the roof… Yeah, it hurt a bit, but you were right. And I guess I…. I wanted to show you that I wasn’t really this heartless monster you thought I was. That, maybe, I could do better than what I have been.”

You searched his face for any flick of uncertainty, anything that would give him away of his deceit, but you saw nothing. His words were nothing but genuine.

“Throughout my life, I was never given anything,” Azul said softly, not meeting your eyes. “I’ve never been a natural winner. I’ve never been the first pick, or one of the people that just lucked out in life. I was never all that impressive. My wishes were never granted. Everything I have, I had to work for. I didn’t get anything for free.”

He looked up, and you saw his eyes were glassy with tears. You took a step towards him.

“So then you felt that no one else should have to get anything for free, either,” you said, more a statement than a question. Azul let out a dry chuckle.

“Now that I’ve heard it said aloud, I really do sound heartless, don’t I?” He smiled sadly. “Although, I really do like giving. Believe it or not, my benevolence isn’t all an act. But somewhere along the lines, I figured out I was giving more so much than I was getting. So I thought, if people can take advantage of me without a second thought, why shouldn’t I do the same?”

His tears were threatening to fall, and he coughed into his hand to mask the ache in his throat.

“I guess, from there, I kind of lost sight of what it meant to be a good person. The truth is, I’m really not all that great. I never have been,” he said. “But I wanted you to think I was.”

You looked at him. And this time, you really looked at him. He looked so small, so frail, so vulnerable. He was baring himself to you with no second thoughts. You didn’t see the Housewarden of Octavinelle, the manipulative, ruthless, bloodsucking parasite that was Azul Ashengrotto.

You just saw a sad little boy, trying so hard to be seen.

You felt his breath catch when you wrapped your arms around him suddenly, holding him tight. He was stiff, arms hanging loosely by his side, unsure of what to do as you buried your face into his shirt. Hesitantly, he returned the embrace, arms snaking up slow and unsure.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the sound muffled in his shoulder. Your fiery anger was gone, replaced by this aching need to hold him and make him feel better.

Azul scoffed, a sound that was almost a hiccup. “Why are you the one apologizing? I’m the one at fault.”

You pulled away to look at him, but kept your arms snug around his waist. “I was wrong about you, Azul. And I’m sorry. I said some pretty mean stuff, and I never really thought to actually…. Talk to you.”

“To be fair, I’m not that easy to talk to.”

You chuckled. “What you lack in emotional intelligence, you make up for in self-awareness.”

He blinked and he rubbed at his eye before the tears could fall. “Lacking emotional intelligence? Floyd said I was doing rather well.”

“And you’re taking dating advice from Floyd?” You asked.

“...Fair enough.” He cleared his throat and pulled away from your embrace, wiping the remnants of tears off his face and heading towards the door. “Er, now that that’s been all cleared up, I suppose I’ll be on my way. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait,” you said, making him stop and turn to look at you. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Azul looked around himself, clueless as to what you meant.

You sighed at his obliviousness. “Weren’t you gonna ask me out?”

He jolted. “W-well, yes, that was the plan, but after this whole, uh, ordeal, I’d assumed that was off of the table.”

“Not anymore.” You sauntered up to him, and he let out a small ‘eep’ at your proximity. “Just because I didn’t like you then, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give you a chance now.”

“You’re giving me a chance?!”

You gently grabbed his chin and pulled him closer to you as his eyes widened. “Tomorrow night, seven o’clock, the Atrium. Don’t be late.”

Without another word, you waltzed off with a smirk, not looking back as Azul sputtered and tried to regain his composure.

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Epilogue

You pranced down the hall towards Monstro Lounge with an extra skip in your step, humming a happy tune as Ace and Deuce struggled to match your pace.

“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Ace remarked, slightly out of breath.

You cocked your head. “Really? How so?”

“You’re real subtle, you know that?” Ace said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s because of your date tonight, right?” Deuce asked innocently, to which you smiled and nodded.

Ace screeched to a halt, staring at you, accusatory. “What do you mean ‘date’?!”

“Uh, a ‘date’ as in a date?” You stated, sniggering.

“Like, like a date date?!”

It was your turn to be sarcastic. “No, I’m going to pick up my calendar.”

“I’m serious!” Ace protested. “Who even is this guy? It’s a guy, right? And why did you tell Deuce before me?!”

You pointed at him and drew a circle with your finger. “This is exactly why.”

“It’s with Azul Ashengrotto,” Deuce blurted out before you could stop him. You groaned and Ace all but had an aneurysm.

“Azul?! Since when are you sweet on that shady-ass octo-punk?”

You shot a pointed glare at him. “Since I started dating that shady-ass octo-punk.”

“WHAT?”

You sighed and left Deuce to deal with the flabbergasted Ace, trying to explain to the boy that yes, you and Azul had been dating for a few weeks now, but you just wanted to keep it under wraps. And as of now, you were much more focused on your destination in mind.

You found Azul perched at one of the booth tables in the lounge, sorting through and skimming over various paperwork. You snuck up behind him and he jolted when he felt your hands on his shoulders.

He huffed and relaxed when he saw that it was just you. “You shouldn’t scare me like that. I’m going to go gray early enough as it is.”

You twirled your finger around a strand of his hair. “I thought you were already?”

“You know what I mean.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his head, making his face heat up. You took the opportunity to peer over his shoulder at the papers he was filling out.

“These don’t look like your normal contracts,” you remarked. “What are they for?”

“A formal order for a cuttlefish, actually.” He shuffled the papers until they were straightened out. “It’s been absolute hell trying to find one bred in captivity rather than caught, but I finally managed to-“

You cut him off with a tight squeeze, which he eagerly accepted. He chuckled, brushing his fingers across your arms.

“I take it that it’s to your liking?

“God, ‘Zulee, you’re so romantic, it disgusts me,” you said, clearly not being disgusted. “I can’t believe you actually went through with it.”

He simply hummed as he pulled you down to sit next to him, nestled right into his side. “What do you think about the name ‘Titania’?”

“For what? Our future children?”

Azul went beet red and stumbled for a response. “N-no! God, the cuttlefish, dammit.”

“Titania… Sounds Shakespearean,” you mused. “If I had to take a guess…. Midsummer Night?”

“Right on the money,” he replied, pressing his hands to his cheeks in an effort to cool them down. “I see someone’s been doing their homework, for once.”

“Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I outrank you in the next exam.”

He snorted. “You don’t even study for those.”

“True,” you said, “but maybe I’ll switch it up just this once for the sole purpose of beating you.”

“Now that’s just petty.”

He prodded at your cheek with the end of his pen, a playful glint in his eyes. You flashed one back and pretended to try and bite it. He chuckled, muttering a quiet, “You’re ridiculous.” before returning to his paperwork.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

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I don’t know how to ask you this bestie 😩… But if you write incest do you mind doing one where all might’s daughter has a crush on Endeavor? And they both smash her… Feel free to make it stepcest if that’s more comfortable 🥲

DON’T BESTIE ME YOU FREAK!!!!-

Anyways, congrats on being my FIRST controversial ask. That being said, it took me a while to figure out whether or not I would write this one 🤔. Of course, this will be one of the ones I won’t be able to post on Wattpad lmao, but I’ll give it a go!

If you didn’t already read the request, I will give you the necessary warnings again.

tw: incest….. never thought this day would come, dp

Author's annual moral PSA: I would hope I wouldn't have to tell yall I don't condone this irl. This is both illegal in many states, and in all ways an abuse of power and trust. Not to mention no one should look at their family members in this way and if it has happened to you don't be ashamed of it as it is not your fault but seek help because it is dangerous in the long run. This is for pure fantasy purposes

You are not underage in this fic. I never do underaged work.

There is way too much plot in this

Your cheeks were stretched wide enough to rival your fathers’ as you ran home. Your feet bounce and your pull at your braids nervously as you look out the window of the train, the excitement you felt made you restless to get home. Your neighbors watched you as you ran by, dents caused by your shoes hitting the pavement as your quirk flowed through your pumping blood. “Dad!”

You slam your front door open and scramble through the labyrinth of your rich home. Tossing open your father’s office door unaware of how your outburst startles All Might. “Y-Yes what is it?” Papers flutter all around as you carelessly glide through Toshinori’s neatly stacked papers. You slam the slightly crumpled papers onto his desk, ignoring how the sheer strength of your hand nearly causes his cold cup of coffee to fall. “Remember how 3rd years get the chance to have the first pick in finding the company they’ll sidekick for?!”

All Might watches you with fondness in his eyes as he cleans his glasses off. He was now far in his years, a healthy 82. His hair was now less of a golden yellow and more of beige as it silvered slowly. He was still his normal towering height, retained much of his muscles, and could periodically assume his big form now that he finally had the time to rest and heal properly. “You mean the program that you talked about every day because it was free.”

You roll your eyes, “Free for me, not for you. Anyways look, look, look!” You hold the paper in his face and he takes it from you, “I see you were accepted into your first choice at-” You snatch the paper from him and hop around excitedly, “-At Endevā Jimusho And that’s not even the best part!” All Might's contempt face drops, “All sidekicks get to stay in a guest house in close quarters with Endeavor himself!!"

Joy no longer existed in Toshinori's emotional library. "Absolutely not." Your face falls and your rant halts completely. "What?" Yagi puts his glasses on and shuffles through his papers stiffly, "I do not agree on Endeavors training methods." You raise an eyebrow, "Is this coming from the man that punched Pro-Hero Dynamite and Deku into buildings during an emergency villain drill? In front of everyone?"

Yagi hides his face behind a stapled packet, "I was giving them a taste of reality, a villain does not care for a hero's well-being." You sit down on his desk, legs crossed before curling your finger over his paper, your eyes miss how AllMight briefly glances down, “Yes, but isn’t it a job as a hero to protect people, even the students they train?” Yagi craned his neck until it makes a satisfying crack, a smirk adorning his lips. “I suppose you are right.”

He thinks for a moment before silently shuffling his papers before returning his gaze to your hopeful face, “Why should I assist you with your obvious little crush on my coworker?” You clearly stiffen “Well if it will make you happy-” You don’t allow him to finish before your arms around his shoulders squeezing his neck with most of your strength.

AllMight watches you leave his room slightly disheartened, reaching into his desk drawer he pulls out his phone and dials. “What do you want?” AllMight leans back in his chair pulling at his pants to loosen the tension in his groin, “A proposition.”

The next day Yagi is driving you to your new home for the next 6 months. Your eyes glaze over with futuristic thoughts on how your stay would be. “Everything is so shiny!” Yagi shrugs as he pulls into the parking lot. Enji was always minimalistic when it came to modern designs.” Your head snaps to Toshinori’s side of the car, “His name is Enji!?” Your question is laughed off as Toshinori shuts the car off.

Although your amazement is captured solely by the prospect of working with a pro-hero, the fact that your father is a pro-hero does not go unnoticed by the people around you. “Is that AllMight!” “Should I ask for his picture?!” Even with Yagi’s shadow enveloping your body your attention hones in on the automatic glass doors in front of you.

Inside there is a crowd of students experiencing orientation and getting assigned their respective dorm and possible roommate. You take your first steps in their direction before your arm is pulled and Yagi dawns a playful grin as he presses his finger to his lips. You follow him, eyebrows furrowed “You aren’t trying to change my mind are you?” You don’t get an answer as you are dragged along.

Stairs after stair you follow your father until you come to the very top, legs throbbing but interest peaked. Yagi opens two double doors as easily as breathing and your eyes go wide as the broad shoulders of a familiar hero come into view. “You’re finally here, took you long enough.” Your heart beats in your chest, auburn hair, broad shoulders, and a stoic face that you’d only seen on television, now present in front of you. Yagi shuts the door causing you to jump, “Oh um hi!” A large hand touches your shoulder making you jump” Calm down Y/n!” A cheerful exclamation rings out from above you as Yagi transforms into his larger form.

Heavy footsteps make the room shake wherever the two men walk around the room, “I heard you wanted to meet with me.” Your demeanor goes from uneasy to panicked giggling, “O-Oh really, who told you that!’ AllMight chuckles before patting your head, why don’t you ask him all the silly questions you want, I have to use the restroom.

Endeavor leans against his desk, arms crossed allowing his muscles to bulge through his white button-up shirt. “Yagi tells me a lot of good things about you.” Endeavor stands straighter, a ballpoint pen in hand before he gestures for you to take a seat. You settle in the seat glancing towards the door before looking up at Endeavor who settles on his desk. “What’s the matter, you seem nervous?” The deepness of his tone sends a shiver down your spine. Shifting your legs closer together you clear your throat, “I’m just not used to meeting my childhood hero in person.” Endeavor laughs in a way that sounds more like a bellow, “When you say it like that I feel old!”

Your face hadn’t stopped burning since you entered the room but the joke forced a chuckle through your lips allowing you to relax just a little bit. Calculating eyes narrow, making you feel even smaller than you already did in the hero’s presence. “Now, come on. I’m sure you have something you’d always wanted to do if you met your hero.” Endeavor’s happy-go-lucky attitude catches you off guard as it juxtaposes the hardened persona he had cultivated over the years. “Well, I suppose a picture would be a start if you don’t mind?”

Seconds later you somehow find yourself in Endeavor's lap as he holds the camera up for a picture. His body is unpainted hot but you assume that was simply just a side effect of his quirk. “Um, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Endeavor hums in acceptance. A heavy arm loops around your waist pulling you closer, close enough to become aware of a problem pressed gently against your ass. “Oh!” Endeavor’s fingers slipped pressing the capture button, “What’s wrong did I do it wrong?” You shake your head becoming embarrassed for the both of you, “Nothing!” Enji’s voice lowers into a mumble that reverberated against the back of your neck, “Good.”

Enji straightens his arm once more to retake the picture and you awkwardly smile into the camera, grin becoming strained when he had yet to snap the photo. You shuffle the slightest bit to get a more comfortable position and a guttural groan is released from Enji’s lips. "Are you alright, Endeavor?" Your question is ignored and your phone is put down on the table. Large hands contrasting unbridled power is your stomach delicately as though you were made of porcelain. "Are you sure there is nothing else you'd like to do with your hero?"

Endeavors face nudges away your braids allowing him to press his heated mouth against your skin. "Nothing that would help you get to know them better?" You don't get to respond, your body is hoisted around to face Endeavor. Why nervousness clearly painting itself on your features before being overcome with confused pleasure as Endeavor pressed his lips against your own.

You moan against his lips, hips grinding against each other, the thought of where you are slipped past your mind and to your pussy. Endeavors hands down your body, pinching and pulling before sighing with his calloused fingernails. You couldn't believe this was happening, you feel your pants being pulled off. Just yesterday you believed that you would only be able to meet your hero in passing. Your bra is on the floor and your pussy weeps against his slacks.

The motions are fast-paced and you feel his thumb pressing against your clit. “Yes!” Endeavor kisses your lips, his stubble scratching your cheeks slightly as his tongue explores your mouth. Confidence floods your body as you hop off of Endeavor's lap and quickly undo the buttons of his slacks, he watches you out of breath in the best way.

Thick in your hands, the veins twitch to the tune of his blood. The clear stickiness of pre-cum coats the underside and you use it to stroke his length. "Please fuck me Endeavor!" You look up at him, face contorted with desperate thoughts as you angle your body towards his cock, the tip of it rubbing against your folds. You were wet, so wet making the fuchsia tip of his cock feel more engorged.

"Don't regret this. "You’re pulled back into his lap with ease, pussy trembling from the display of strength. With Endeavor holding your weight and your hand positioning his length below you, the slide down was easy as it could be. Your legs wrap around his waist as you adjust to him. “We have to be quick.” Endeavor rolls your hips when your breathing becomes even again, “We have all the time in the world.” You smirk trailing your finger up Enji’s chest, “What, you have a thing for getting caught?”

Your cheeks are spread apart by Endeavor’s fingers as he hooks one into the small slit left remaining in your pussy. “Something like that.” From behind you the sound of the door shutting makes your neck quickly craned around to look back. Standing with his arms behind his back and an unreadable expression stood Yagi, “Am I missing the party?” Ashamed excuses leave your mouth, tearful and panicked you squeal when Endeavor raises your hips before sliding you down his cock. “No, you are just in time.”

Yagi slowly removes the suit he wore, shrugging off his suit jacket as the sound of your muffled whimpers filter through his ears. You hide your face, curling into Endeavor’s form but a hand stops you, gripping your face, “Don’t be shy, it was his idea after all.” AllMight chuckled, “Yeah, it took a lot of convincing on my part.”Long fingers wrapped around the base of your skull where your braids connect before yanking your head back.

Toshinori looked down at you, face stoic and mockingly disappointed, "I thought it would take a lot more convincing but look at you. " Yagi dragged the back of his hand around your jaw and down your chest ripping the fabric with ease. Your tits bounced on every thrust that Endeavor continued to make, wordless moans and drool leaving your moan as your pussy clenched around the cock inside you.

"Such a little whore for him aren't you?" You shake your head in protest before your eyes widen as chapped but soft lips are placed over yours. He was kissing you, your brain short circuits as his tongue forces its way past your lips. It's wrong, you know that. Hell, this whole situation is wrong. You should be downstairs with the others doing orientation, not upstairs riding the cock of a pro-hero and french kissing the other. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

Endeavor groans at how sloppy you were becoming. The sound of your pussy squelching as cream gathered around Endeavor's cock before being pushed back inside of you. "So both of you are twisted in the head." A large thumb presses down on your clit making your pussy spasm as you cum from the heightened stimulation. Endeavor keeps thrusting, his libido unmatched and energy pent up.

Yagi reaches in between the two of you pressing his palm against your pussy as his fingertips graze Enji’s dick on every upstroke. “Are you getting wetter sweetheart? He feels so good doesn't he?" Your mouth is agape and your weak hands Endeavor's shoulder is the only thing keeping you upright when your eyes roll back. "Y-Yes daddy!" Yagi wheezes before he's fiddling with his suit pants and pulling you back by your hair.

It was a strange display of balance on your end. Endeavor’s arms hold your legs tightly in order to keep you on his lap and on his cock meanwhile you are as your father slaps his hardened cock against your cheek, splashing his precum onto your chin. "I got you this far dear, why don't you return the favor?"

Whether it was diluted senses or your subconscious coming forward, you open your mouth for him, moaning as he invades every crevice of your jaw. Your throat constricts and you retch around the warm heat. Yagi is unapologetic and downright brutal as he pulls back before bringing his hips forward again.

The two men's moans empty into the office room and your garbled cooking is ignored as they both have their fill, leaving you to wonder if this really was for you. Numbness invaded your senses as you come again on Endeavor's cock with him not that far behind as he blows his load into your pussy. "It's been a while I will admit." Endeavor slaps your pussy once, then twice just to feel you squeeze down on him every time your hips jerked.

Tears and drool running down your face the faster your father fucks your throat and you knew you'd be sore the next day. "My turn." All Might pulls out and walks away not even showing you a glance as you choke from the lack of oxygen. Enji helps you sit up and wipes your face before Toshinori is pulling you away from Endeavor showing no care that his cock was still in you. He sits down and pulls you onto his own lap ignoring your dazed look as your brain struggles with the various changes of attitude.

"You gotta thank daddy for helping you meet your hero, don't you think?” His hand cups your round cheeks before the other slams down on the other one. Overestimated tears tremble down your brown skin as you hiccup, "Yes daddy." You rock against his cock, both your saliva and his own precum staining your stomach and public hair.

He fills you, even better than Endeavor did, and begins his onslaught of thrusts. You scream, the sound no doubt traveling outside the room, "Daddy please fuck me!!!" The speed at which you were moving was one that could only be done by a hero and it was more pain than pleasure. The constant pounding of your cervix makes your teeth clench together each time his mushroom head punches it.

"Yes, give daddy this sloppy pussy, squeeze down for me-oh fuck!" Lewd words you never even believed Yagi was capable of saying leave his lips. Your shoulder is bit by the redheaded man behind you as he cups your breasts together, tugging on your nipple before rubbing the nubbed patterns on your areolas. "I can't take it any more daddy please!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he causes your pussy to queen and cream, balls slapping the underside of your ass, sticky with Endeavor’s cum.

"This is what you raised Yagi? A little whore?" Yagi chuckles, "I'm just as surprised as you are Enji, say why don't you join? You aren't one and done are you?" Endeavor scoffs, you wish that upon me don't you?"

Your mind, altered with lust, does not understand the hidden meaning behind the word "join" but you soon realize it when fat fingers are pushing their way in the same hole Toshinori occupied. "E-Endeavor?" You're shushed as his fingers pump inside you with Yagi’s cock, curling and prodding your walls at every turn. You feel fuller than you ever thought you could and the pressure only continued.

"Look at my pretty little girl taking her daddy's cock, so fucking tight for me. Can you do this for Endeavor too? Fit both our fat cocks in your hero guzzling hole?" You nod at the degradation and feel the warmth from Endeavor envelope your back. His tip massages the stretched opening as Yagi stops thrusting for a moment.

There is silence, and then there is pain. You hardly feel the initial penetration of Enji’s cock, but you do feel it when Yagi tries to move again. You can hardly breathe between the sandwich the 3 of you created and your comfort is practically ignored as they both begin to move at opposite tempos. “O-oh god!” With your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape the two men grunt against your ears.

Your g-spot and cervix are both pushed against as their thrusts become more impersonal. Endeavor grabs your arms from around Yagi’s neck before pulling them behind your back. Your legs tremble uselessly around Toshinori’s thighs. His breath huffing the more he exerted himself steam easily slipping from his lips the faster he went. “I’m gonna cum!” Endeavor grunts, pistoning out of you even faster than he was before. A hand rests on his shoulder and he’s shoved back making you whimper from the partial emptiness. “Not inside bastard.”

Yagi becomes his gental self again as his still hard cock slips from your entrance. He places you on the ground giving you time to prop yourself up before grabiing his dick and stroking it infront of your face. You are to fucked out to do anything but present yourself as a pretty little canvas as his cum paints your face. You lick the small drops painting your chin before flashing a coy smile, “Thank you Daddy!”

[mercy-burning]

Good Little Helper

Pairing: Season 5! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets assigned to be Spencer’s personal assistant of sorts after he gets shot in the knee. Category: SMUT(18+) Content Warnings: fingering (female receiving), blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, blink and you’ll miss it cumplay Word Count: 4.7k

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NOTE: So, remember yesterday when I posted about how I wished new ideas would stop distracting me from everything I’m currently working on? Yeah. This wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t work on anything until I got it out of my head, so here! Have a fic! (It was supposed to be a blurb, but I got a little long-winded so now it’s too long to be a blurb oops 😙✌) Also, I apologize for any editing mistakes, I just wrote this out in one go, so hopefully it’s alright!

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Being assigned to assist Dr. Reid with practically his every need after he was shot in the knee wasn't exactly how I expected to spend the past few months.

And that's, like... a huge understatement.

In fact, when Agent Hotchner came up to me in the break room and said he'd like me to do the job, I dropped my coffee and shattered a mug. I could tell he was a little impatient with me, even through his kind reassurances that it was quite all right as he helped me clean it up and waited for an answer.

In the end I'd said yes to the job, though the more I thought about it the more I wondered how much lust and naivete had clouded my judgement when I did.

Because there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to survive weeks, possibly months, as Spencer Reid's assistant. Not only because he was intimidatingly intelligent and there was almost nothing I could offer him in decent conversation, but also—and more prominently—the fact that I was pretty sure I was in love with him.

Maybe that was a stretch. I definitely had a stupid major crush on him that felt more like we were in middle school, but I could barely look at him without going warm all over. In fact, I think we had only ever made eye contact once and I averted my gaze immediately, afraid I'd give myself away. If I'd have held it any longer, I was positive I'd have burst into flames.

He'd tried talking to me once, a few months after I started working at the Bureau, and it was only to ask if I'd send some files over to their tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, but when I tried answering, I stumbled over my words and ended up only getting out a squeaked, "Uh huh," before taking the files from him and scurrying off.

I almost cried that day.

Basically every time I was in his presence, I was a total wreck. Even more so than I was on any other given day.

Being his assistant did get fairly easy pretty early on, though. I mostly just stayed out of his way while he worked, and if he need anything that he could've gotten himself if not for the injury, it was my job to get it for him. I worked on my own paperwork most of the time, and he was always busy working on geographical profiles and whatever else, we only ever really had to talk when he asked for something. And that only required a, "Sure," on my end, so I could just get up, get what he needed, and then go back to work.

Still, it didn't help that sometimes I'd get distracted.

He was very distracting.

I usually waited until I was sure he was so busy in work that I wouldn't get caught. And that's when I'd peek over my computer or hide behind a book and stare at him. I know that sounds creepier than it is, but if you had to spend almost every hour of the day with him, you'd have done the same. Even though for months he was put on rest from the field, he always showed up looking more like a college professor than an FBI agent. Which, I suppose suited him more anyway. Regardless, it was a damn fine look. His hair was decently long and extremely pretty, and when he got the cane?

I was a goner.

It was at that point, though, when I started to realize that he probably wouldn't need my help anymore. He'd been allowed back into the filed by then, and even when I went with them on cases it still felt like I was more out of place than usual. Sure, I'd picked up on some minor skills that aided in profiling and otherwise, but at the end of the day I was still only a desk clerk. Sooner or later, I knew there would be a time where Agent Hotchner would inevitably tell me that I'd done a good job and could return to my menial day job.

So, even though Dr. Reid and I had gotten into a pretty regular, non-awkward rhythm, I was being a little more squirrely than usual.

And of course, he noticed.

"Y/N, are you doing alright?" he asked, looking up from his stack of paperwork. That was another thing we'd ended up doing— late into the night after everyone had gone home, we stayed late in the conference room and quietly filled out paperwork.

I barely looked him in the eye when I answered. "O—Oh, mhm. I'm fine."

"Oh... You just seem... a little different today."

On any other day I would have freaked out on the inside like a teenager, excited that he'd noticed me at all enough to notice a difference in my behavior. But that was his job after all.

"Actually, you seem rather... sad."

I did look up at him this time, and the soft glow of the table lamp lit up his features— features that looked me over with concern. I could feel my face grow warmer with every second I looked at him, until I quickly looked back down at my paper and shook my head.

"N—No, I'm okay. Promise. Just a little tired, that's all."

Usually he would have left it at that, given we didn't ever really have longer conversations than that that didn't pertain to whatever case the BAU was working on. But he pushed further, and I swallowed.

"Are you sure? Because... You can tell me if there's something wrong. I'm a good listener..."

Did I dare tell him what was really plaguing me? That I was scared I wasn't going to be able to spend time with him every day, thus most likely giving away my crush? That is, if he hadn't already figured it out by this point... Truthfully it wouldn't have surprised me.

The thought made me go warm again, and still, I kept my head down.

"I'm sure..."

And then I did something I probably shouldn't have. I looked back up at him, just a quick glance, but under his intense gaze I crumbled, flitting my eyes back down and playing with my hands.

"Is it... because of me?"

Afraid suddenly that I'd made him feel bad, I straightened a little. "No! No, not at all I... Um... I—I guess I'm just... A little sad that I'm probably... not going to be of any help to you anymore. You know, now that you're healing up."

A small smile flashed over his face, and I inwardly melted.

"Oh... In that case I... I guess I'm sad, too."

"Really?" I asked softly, my heart jumping.

"Mhm," he answered back in earnest. His features were softer than they'd ever been, eyes wide and kind, smile inviting... "You've been a great help. And you're fun to be around."

I couldn't help but smile shyly at his confession, completely bewildered that he'd think of me as someone he'd enjoyed being around, though I'd offered just about nothing interesting to any conversation we'd had. "Y—You don't mean that..."

"I do."

"C'mon, really? I... I—mean... coming from you that's... that's too generous."

He laughed a little. "How do you mean?"

"I... Well, y—you're you... I mean, you're... smart, and nice, and cu— uh,... n—nice..." I stumbled hard on that last one, squeezing my eyes shut at the thought of almost calling him cute to his face... And then I realized I'd called him nice two times... in a row.

I hadn't even realized he'd gotten up and walked over to me until I felt his cane gently tap my leg. I jumped, looking up at him and almost crumbled again right then and there. He stood over me, tall and clearly amused, and I wanted to just curl up and hide where no one would ever find me.

I also didn't want to be craning my neck so far up to see him, so I stood up, sending my chair rolling back a foot or two. The added height was better, but he was still fiarly taller than me, and with the way were standing so close to each other?

Maybe I'd made a mistake...

"I—I'm sorry," I stammered.

Still amused, Spencer tilted his head a small amount. "What for?"

"I... I don't know, m—making this awkward?"

"It's not awkward."

"It... It's not?"

He shook his head, quiet for a few beats before he nearly whispered. "What were you going to say?"

I paused. "I... What?"

"Before... You said I was smart. And nice... And... What else?"

It sounded like he was trying to get me to confess something, and quite honestly I couldn't tell if it was for humiliation or amusement or clarification purposes. I mean, it was probably safe to assume he wouldn't go out of his way to humiliate me, but... it still made me nervous.

"I—I didn't... I..."

"Y/N... Tell me?"

I'd been cornered. Quite literally, too, as my lower back hit the edge of the table. My hands shook anxiously at my sides as I contemplated what to say. The truth? Embarrassing for me. A lie? I was no good at telling lies, and I'd still end up embarrassed, because he'd be able to tell.

So, after a very long silence in which he waited on me to answer, I blurted out, as quietly as possible, "Cute."

The word sounded juvenile coming from my mouth. Right now, standing under Dr. Reid's intense scrutiny, it didn't even feel like the right word to describe him. Not that it wasn't true... But it just wasn't an elegant enough descriptor for him.

And that alone probably proved just how different we were. How out of my league he was...

"That's what I thought you were going to say," he mused, slightly breaking me out of my self-deprecation.

I would have asked him something then, anything to keep myself from looking like even more of a fool with a childish schoolgirl crush, but all words escaped me entirely. All I could do was look up at him, slowly growing warm under the intensity of his eyes and praying he wouldn't think of me as silly.

Though, it wouldn't have mattered, because he kept talking anyway, his body taking up even more space around me as his arms came around to well and truly trap me against the table.

"You're right, you know... I'm almost completely healed, and pretty soon I think I won't need an assistant anymore."

I was scared that maybe I was wrong before, and he'd actually humiliate me now, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. I wasn't sure what to make of all of it. SO I just stood there, trying to breath steadily as Spencer studied my face.

"And I meant it... That makes me sad. You know why?"

I shook my head, afraid to make a sound.

His head dipped lower, close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth as he spoke. "I probably won't get to see you every day."

"Y—you want to see me?" I couldn't help but ask.

He scanned my eyes, amusement and something else lingering there as he did. "Yes."

And then he kissed me.

It was a short distance, but it felt like we went far. And I hadn't even registered that I whimpered into his mouth until he returned it with a low groan that boiled my insides and absolutely melted me. I was helpless against him as he pressed himself further against me and used his hands to keep my back steady.

The whole time my mind was swimming with dizziness. It felt like my body was covered in butterflies from head to toe, particularly strong where his hands pressed into me and his cane rested firmly along the inside of my thigh.

I leaned forward when he pulled away, because I was afraid that he was saying goodbye. But one of his hands came up to my face and my eyes fluttered open, immediately taking notice of how messy his hair was now that I'd had my fingers in it.

I must have looked scared, because suddenly his eyes changed, and he removed his hands away from me altogether, putting distance in between us. "I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you without asking..."

The relief that rushed through my body must have gotten to my head, because I breathed out a demand I'd never have had the courage to get out before.

"Do it again."

One second I was staring at him, admittedly afraid that he'd regretted all of it, and the next I was seeing stars as he came forward and kissed me again. His hands cradled my face as he did so, coming on to me with gentle care while still maintaining that hunger that surprised and excited me.

I hadn't realized how much I missed his touch until he'd given it back to me, my body once again melting into him and allowing him to do whatever it is that pleased him.

Apparently that was lifting my leg off the ground and making me sit on the table.

My body went along with it easily, and I was glad for it because my brain was nothing but mush, unable to process fully how he'd decided that I was worth kissing. All I really knew was that I wanted him. Anything he wanted from me, I was willing to give. And that must have come across very clearly, because when he pulled away and spoke to me, I whimpered at his words.

"Y/N... You've been such a good girl, helping me with whatever I needed these past few months..." Meanwhile his hand danced along the hem of my skirt, the tiny brushes of his skin against mine sending me into a mess of shivers.

"I think it's about time I've thanked you for all your help, don't you think?"

The implications in his tone made me whine again, and I pressed my forehead into his, our noses brushing as I answered. "Please."

I was so taken by the way he groaned as his lips connected with mine once more that I almost didn't realize that his hand was now fully up my skirt, his fingers drawing gentle lines over my panties and practically making me melt again. His hungry kisses contradicted the softness he took to my clothed cunt, a fact that warmed me to my core and made me want him more than ever.

When he slipped the fabric aside and ran the pad of his finger through me, I whined hard against his mouth, something that must have excited him— He nipped at my bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"How long have you wanted this, Princess?"

If not for the kissing and the finger slowly sliding up through my arousal, the nickname would have done me in. By now I was an utter wreck, but I somehow still managed to answer, even through a little stammering. "F—Forever."

It was the best I could come up with.

He breathed a laugh as his finger circled my clit. "That's a long time..."

"Uh huh," was all I could manage in response. My body and my brain were too focused on the things his finger was doing to my body, involuntarily rolling my hips forward for more. I needed more.

Thankfully he picked up on my urgency and reciprocated with slipping his middle finger inside me, one knuckle, then two...

I cried out as my head lurched forward, connecting our mouths once again. My hands clutched around his neck and my fingers tugged at his hair to keep myself from falling, because the slow, searing pace at which he fingered me made me wonder how I'd still been able to breathe.

He added another finger soon enough, picking up the pace and rendering me practically useless in his embrace. Meanwhile I registered the sound of his own little whines, still deeper than mine but little enough to tip me off that he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that alone helped get me further along in pleasure.

I pulled my mouth from his reluctantly, squeezing my eyes shut as I allowed my forehead to rest against his. "D—Doctor, I'm c... I'm so close."

"His honorific falling breathlessly from my mouth seemed to do something sinister to him, because his fingers sped up and his breathing got heavier.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, Princess?"

My stomach tightened and I nodded as best as I could, relishing in the sounds coming from below us, wet and downright filthy.

"Go ahead...Be a good girl and come for me... You deserve it..."

Each little sentence was punctuated with a slightly faster pace, each one bringing me closer and closer until I squeaked into his mouth and shook violently around his fingers, my vision going white. My legs had been open wide since he'd started teasing under my skirt, but now they threatened to clamp shut from the intensity. But I wanted nothing more than to be good for him, to make this as easy as possible, so I held out and kept them open as wide as I could stand as my orgasm rocked through me.

Spencer whispered praises into my skin as his hand slowed and his mouth trailed down to my neck. And even though it was more than nice feeling him lick and bite over my skin, I felt rather sad when he removed his fingers from me.

That sadness didn't last long though, not when he pulled back and studied me for a moment, eyes lust-blown and purely ravenous before he brought his glistening fingers up to my mouth.

I didn't even have to think. I brought my tongue out and let him slip his fingers over it, closing my mouth around them and sighing as I sucked them clean. This only seemed to excite him more, his features displaying all sorts of desperation until he couldn't take it anymore.

He kissed me again, bringing both his hands to rest at my waist. And with his hands so low I wondered if maybe he'd take to ridding himself of his own pants, but it never happened. Rather, he pulled away after minutes of more kissing, and sighed quite sadly as his upper body pressed firmly into mine.

Something else pressed firmly against me as well—right along the inside of my thigh—and I gasped, mind running wild through all the possible outcomes of the night.

But Spencer only stood there, occasionally nudging his nose against mine while his hands gently kneaded my sides.

"D—Do you want to stop?" I asked softly, afraid he'd regret what we did.

He proved me wrong. "God, no... It's... It's just that I'm still not cleared enough for any... strenuous activity on my leg, and I don't..."

I didn't want to push him, obviously, but I thought I could make the mood a little lighter. "O—Oh, well on the bright side... I could stay your assistant for a while longer."

The laugh that rumbled in his throat made me smile, though from the way he stood there, I knew he wouldn't risk it.

"Um... Raincheck?" he whispered.

On the one hand, that meant he definitely wanted to see me again, and I was more than happy with that. But also, that meant our fun for the night was done...

Yet... Maybe not...

"Sure," I answered, pecking his lips once more. Then I brought my hand to his chest and slid it down until I reached his belt, and I leaned back to look him in the eye, a boldness I never imagined coming from me in a million years.

"But I can still help you..."

I watched the desperation and disappointment in his features slowly dissolve into a newfound hunger—and an amusement—that grew my confidence tenfold.

"Oh?" Spencer mused. "How do you suppose you can help me this time?"

He wanted me to say it. So, without second guessing myself anymore, I grazed my finger over his erection. "I'm very good with my mouth, Dr. Reid."

He grabbed me by the hand then, dragging me along to the chair I'd kicked back before and sat himself down, one of his hands still gripping the cane. Matched with the desire in his eyes and the swollenness of his lips and the tousled strands of his hair, the sight was truly something to behold. It was something that only ever existed in my dreams, nd now it was real.

Not wanting to waste any time, I sunk to my knees and nestled myself in between his legs. He reached out and caressed my cheek before lifting my chin with his middle finger.

"You like being my good little helper?" he drawled.

I tried to nod, but he clicked his tongue and held my chin in place. "Words, Princess."

"Yes. I—I'd do anything you asked. Anything you want, it's yours..."

He hummed then, removing his hand from my face and moving to undo his belt swiftly with only one hand. The action, the sound, everything... it was enough to make me wet again, and I subtly ground down onto the heel of my foot as I watched him pull himself free from the confines of his pants.

I didn't have time to marvel at him before I was drawn forward like a magnet, my hands crawling up his legs and my eyes batting up at him, ready and eager to please him however he wanted.

"Eager, are we?" he mused once more, gently stroking himself with his hand.

"Yes, Doctor," I breathed, inching closer and kissing the outside of his hand.

His movement stopped then, and it didn't take longer than a second for him to decide to let me work on my own.

"Then have at it, Princess..."

I started by kissing my way up the length of him, taking my time to gauge his reactions as I did so, occasionally darting my tongue out to taste him. Once I reached the tip, I sucked on it gently, using my tongue to swirl around it until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

And then I started taking him slowly into my mouth, watching above me as Spencer's eyes started to shut, obviously debating whether or not to lay back and enjoy this or watch me intently.

Either way, I was more than happy to keep it up, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I flexed my tongue and held him there as long as I could, promptly gagging over him and blinking tears from my eyes as he let out a loudest sound I'd heard from him yet. His head flew back and his tongue quivered along his bottom lip as he cursed my name.

The act made me proud, so I retreated for air, sucked at his tip again for a few seconds, and then repeated it, taking him down my throat again and watching through teary eyes as he visibly swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so... Such a good fucking girl..."

The praise caused my insides to burn hot, and I ground down onto my heel again, lifting my mouth to start bobbing up and down.

His eyes opened then, and he looked down at me, using his hand to brush stray hair from my face and the other to grip onto his cane for dear life. I looked up at him the whole time, making sure to convey through not only my actions but also my eyes that I loved this. I thrived off of his praise, I enjoyed the feel of his dick gliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat, and I longed to feel him coat the inside of my mouth with his release.

I was so entirely into him in every capacity, it wasn't even funny.

I was so glad he could tell, a smile grazing his features as his hand gently gripped some of my hair. "So eager to please, Princess... And so fucking good at delivering..."

I whined onto his dick as he held me down, rendering me immobile. The only thing I could do was look up at him and choke, and of course, I was more than happy to do it. In turn, I was met with a deep groan and a tug of the hair.

"Hold it, hold it... Atta girl..."

My cunt throbbed at his words, and my throat continued to burn, tears falling down my face at ten-speed until finally, he let up and pulled me off of him.

I coughed a little and blinked away tears as I caught my breath, Spencer's fingers combing hair from my face as he smiled proudly.

He didn't even need to say anything then. I wanted to give him more. So I leaned down again and took him in my mouth, quickly making work of his tip while my hand came up and stroked the rest of him.

"Fuck, Princess, just like that... Make me come just like that..."

Rather than just continuing, I offered him a high whine and a wide gaze, hoping to exceed expectations.

I guess it worked, because he came right then, his dick pulsing over my tongue and in my hand as his warm release shot down my throat and over my tongue. I hummed around him, fluttering my eyes closed at the taste and the feeling, probably enjoying the fact that I'd done this to him more than I should have.

It was worth it to see the look on his face, though, after he'd given me all he had and I purposely spit some of it out onto the tip of his dick so I could lick it up and give him just a little more stimulation after the fact. His mouth hung open, eyes heavy and unwilling to leave me, even as I finished and sat back to wipe the tears and saliva from my face with a satisfied smile.

Though, the longer he looked at me, the more shy I became. Funny when I'd just had his dick down my throat, but I'd never been good with people staring at me for long periods of time.

"Was that... Was that okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I hadn't done something to his standards. "I know I don't do this a lot, so I'm sorry if it wasn't that g—"

"Y/N..."

I blinked up at him, still on my knees and unwilling to move. Not that I wanted to, but I couldn't even if I had.

"That was fucking perfect... I meant it, you're... so good."

I knew he was capable of better words, but after having the life sucked out of you, I could imagine 'better words' were hard to come by. Still, I laughed a little, playing with the hem of my skirt. "Good. I'm... glad I could help."

He smiled at me, readjusting his pants and then moving to help me off the ground.

"Hey, uh... Even when you go back to your regular job after I get better, I... I hope you know you're always welcome to come visit me if we're not busy."

The words warmed me in a different way, my heart swelling as well. "You... You mean that?"

Spencer nodded, grabbing my hand and dragging his thumb over my wrist. "Of course. I mean, you're more than just a good helper, you know. You're also kind, and smart, and cute..."

I laughed at his emphasis on cute, heat warming my face. "Ha-ha..."

"I really mean it, though," he said softly, removing his hand from mind and bringing it up to lift my chin, so I'd meet his eyes. They were swimming with sincerity, the epitome of warmth and comfort and kindness— the kind that always drew me to him in the first place. "And... If you'd want to maybe ditch the paperwork one day and grab a coffee or something, maybe—"

"Yes," I interrupted without thinking. My heartbeat picked up upon seeing the look in his eyes when I agreed, a mixture of amusement and relief. "Y—Yes, I'd love to."

"Good. Then it's a date?"

"Definitely."

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NSFW 18+ The Assistant— AU Levi Ackerman x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Smut, degrading, cursing, punishment, dom levi, sub reader, bondage, bdsm, some angst, toxic relationship, spanking, cheating, etc.

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A/N: Me and my irl moot @idfkwtfgof came up with this idea so I decided to write it out. Enjoy this fifty shades of gray moment. I’ve been working on this for over a month 🙃 I’m sorry it took me forever.

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You take a deep breath as you approached the double doors in front of you. Your heart pounded against your rib cage. The silent hallways seemed to be echoing the thumps. Anyone in your position would be nervous too if they had to meet with the CEO of the Ackerman Industries. He was not one to enjoy much company nor request it. His gaze alone could intimidate the strongest of people and you are no different.

Fist resting on the wooden door in front of you, you hesitate, but close your eyes and knock anyway. You did not hear a response as you patiently wait. Instead, the door swings open to be met with the CEO himself, Levi Ackerman. Not a word was spoken, but he ushered you inside his huge office.

Scurrying, you slightly jump as you heard the huge door slam. You are in Levi’s office. Only businessmen and women are allowed in here. You feel not even worthy to be stepping on the same floor these successful people walk on. It could also be the fact that the office seemed spotless. For someone as busy as the CEO, he sure did know how to make a stack of papers seem neat in a stack.

“Sit.” Levi instructed as he strolled over to his desk chair and doing the said action. You looked around the room. Behind Levi is a wall of windows to overlook the city of New York. His desk his a beautiful dark brown that was so clean that you could see your reflection. Along with seeing your reflection, you can see —and feel— Levi starring at you. Meeting his silver orbs, you gulp.

“Do you know why I called you in here, Y/N?” Levi questioned, his tone remaining calm as always. Somehow, this intimidated you even more.

“No, sir, I don’t.” You admit. In all honesty, you are not sure why Levi called you into his office. He waited until almost everyone has gone home for the evening to set up this meeting. You have felt nauseous all day about it. Receiving an email from the CEO was enough to make anyone’s breath hitch, but to have a meeting — alone — with him is enough to make one soil themselves.

“I want to offer you a promotion,” Levi explained, his gaze hardening. “That is, if you want it?”

This is way better news than you expected. Levi has employees for a reason. He always calls the shots since it is his million dollar company, but why get his hands dirty when he can pay people to do it for him? Since no one is allowed in his office without special permission, this seemed a bit off.

“What does the job intel?”

“Well, my company is expanding even larger than anticipated this year. I need a personal assistant. Examining the work you have put in over the years, I decided you are cut out for the job. What do you say?”

You take a moment to contemplate his words. The offer is amazing and would definitely look great on your resume, but working so close to the CEO of the company is quite intimidating. Any bad habits you have developed better end swiftly or else it’s your job on the line. Levi is not afraid to terminate anyone not fit for the job.

“I’ll take it.” You smile, the words flowing out before you could even think any further.

“You start tomorrow. I expect you in my office 8am sharp. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Standing up, you straighten out your black pencil skirt and head your way towards the door. Levi’s eyes did not once leave your figure. The way you naturally sway your hips as you walk and the way the skirt hugged your hips just right. His eyes are enjoying the desires most men have yet when you turned to look over your shoulder, his eyes where focused on his paperwork.

You went home that night, excited to tell your significant other about your promotion. He did not even blink an eye in your direction. Instead, he is pissed that you are home later than normal.

“Babe—“

“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed.

“I-I was called into the CEO’s office. I got a promotion!” You stammered, nervous under your boyfriend’s glare. He always made you feel small and his anger tends to send you over the edge. This is one of those many times.

“Why would he have you in there this late? Do you think I’m really that fucking stupid?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Babe, I’m being serious. I would never lie to you.” You argued.

“And how do I know that?” He countered. “How am I certain that you aren’t cheating on me? Or even hurt? Are your damn thumbs broken, Y/N? Can’t keep me updated ‘bout what’s going on? I was worried sick about you.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll do better.”

Your boyfriend walked over to you, embracing your body into a tight hug. You had so much more to say, but to prevent any further escalation of an argument, you apologized and kept your mouth shut.

The next morning arrived. You woke up extra early to have time to do your hair and makeup, dressed in your nicest attire, and wear the most expensive of jewelry. Since you are going to be around the CEO for now on, you cannot show up to work appearing sluggish. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

“Dressed quite nicely, huh?” He spoke, meeting your eyes through the mirror. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“I have to be.”

He stayed silent for a moment, his orbs tracing your figure. He hated when you showed confidence. It killed him inside and knowing that other men saw your beauty as well made his blood boil. He just has to ruin it.

“For the circus? Your makeup looks awful and your hair is tremendous.” He scoffed.

You bit your bottom lip. Tears welled in your eyes, but you prevented them from falling. You refuse to let him ruin your confidence. You are a strong woman and his insecurities shouldn’t be placed upon you. It is not your baggage to carry.

You meet his eyes again through the mirror. You feel your confidence crumble beneath you, but you remain strong. Turning around, you brush past him as you stroll out of the bathroom. You ignored him calling your name and demanding you to return. All he could do is watch as you left without even saying goodbye.

You arrived to the business earlier than expected. You have checked your hair and makeup more than once in the car review mirror. You are not necessarily even wanting Levi’s approval, — though he is quite handsome — you just want to look presentable. He is your boss, after all. He is not afraid to fire anyone on the spot. You are no exception.

Inhaling a sharp breath, you knock on Levi’s office door. You hear his approval to come inside and welcome yourself inside. You were not even receive a glance as you closed the door behind you. Levi’s gray orbs never left his monitor screen. You gulp nervously as you proceed towards his desk.

“I stopped to get some coffee. I brought you a tea,” you lay his cup on his desk, “just how you like it.”

He nods, still typing away. This did not help your anxiety at all. Is he regretting his decision making you his assistant? Are you disturbing him? Is he contemplating firing you? Your stomach turned at the thought.

The sound of the printer disturbed your nuisance thoughts. Levi grabbed the piece of paper and placed it on top of a neat stack. He stands up, finally looking at you.

“I have a meeting to attend to in an hour. I need these documents assorted in alphabetical order before then.”

Your eyes fall to the tall stack of papers. You definitely need more than an hour to get through them all. By Levi’s facial expression, you knew he was serious. Levi always looked serious.

“Yes, sir,” you grab the stack and meet his a gaze again, “I’ll get it done swiftly.”

“Good. I’m counting on you. Sit over there.” He orders, glancing at the couches and coffee table in the middle of his office. Maybe it is just your nerves, but his workspace seems bigger than remembered. This did not help your anxiety.

You began getting to work. You thought you are doing well on time, but time seemed to have passed you by. Levi is now towering over you, his unsatisfied silver orbs glaring down at you. You hesitate, but force yourself to meet them.

“Thought you said you would have this done?” Levi recalls.

“I-I’m really sorry, s-sir.” You stammered, expecting the worse.

“Sorry doesn’t sort the papers, Y/N.” He scolds, his silver eyes only being shown through slits.

“I—“

“We will discuss this after my meeting. Until then, I want my office spotless.” Levi continues, cutting you off. He begins walking towards the door and pauses once he reaches for the handle. “Oh and Y/N?”

You look up, meeting the CEO’s annoyed orbs. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re on strike one.” Levi warns. You did not even have a chance to ask questions as his office door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone to sulk in your thoughts.

You tidied up Levi’s office like he requested of you. Every paper went into its appropriate home, cushions are straightened out, rug is vacuumed, and you are currently dusting. This man is a clean freak by nature so there was not much to do. Still, your nerves were pulsating. This is only day one and you are not on Levi’s good side. You are becoming worrisome as your job is now potentially on the line.

The door opening made you jump. You can feel Levi’s silver orbs on you as you dust his bookshelf. He did not disturb you, though, as he proceeded towards his desk and went to work like nothing happened. Curiosity is begging you to speak, but you remain silent and complete your task.

You gather the cleaning supplies and place them back into the small closet. Returning on the guest side of Levi’s desk, he does not even look up from his monitor.

“I’m finished cleaning, sir.”

Levi did not say anything. Instead, he stood up and went to the window. His fingers grazed along the exterior which collected dust on the tips. He studied it for a moment. Your heart stopped as your breath hitched. You did not mean to forget the windows, but they look so clean already. They truly do not need much more cleaning.

“Seems like you missed a spot.” He remarks, turning to face you.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I thought—“

“Your cleaning is lamentable. Back to dusting. Now.” He demands, cleaning the dust off of his fingers with his handkerchief.

“Yes, sir.” You reply, gathering the cleaning supplies once again. You sprayed the windows and clean every inch of them until lunch time. Levi was sure to inspect your work before releasing you to go get something to eat.

“You’re dismissed.” He finally speaks. You are quick to collect your belongings leave his office. You stroll the long hallway to the elevator. You are finally alone with your thoughts and honestly, they were overwhelming. This job is very nerve racking and it’s only your first day. You are not making the best of impressions on your boss.

Digging in your purse, you check your cellphone. You have several missed calls and texts from your significant other. A pit in your stomach began to drown your appetite. You know this is going to cause a major fight between you two. A fight you did not want to participate in.

Reluctantly, you call your boyfriend back. He picks up on the second ring.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He hissed, sending chills down your spine. The elevator doors open and you head towards the cafeteria.

“Working. I can’t be on my phone while I’m—“

“So work is more important than me?” He interrupts.

“What? No. That’s not it at all.” You argued, picking up a bag of chips and a drink from the dispensers before checking out.

“Then answer my damn calls, Y/N!”

“I can’t when I’m at work!” You exclaimed. You hand the cashier money before mouthing the words ‘thank you.’ She gave you a worried look, but you disregarded it. This is not the first time that have heard a heated conversation between you and your boyfriend.

You go find an empty table to eat by yourself. The bickering between your boyfriend did not end on a good note as the other line went dead. You slammed your phone back into your purse and forced yourself to eat your chips. You did not even want them. Your relationship is falling through the cracks, you are failing at your job, and you are on the verge of losing what is left of your sanity.

Time really slipped away while you fumed in anger because you are now late to returning to Levi’s office. Tears prickled in your eyes. This is not good at all. Levi is going to be furious. Even possibly firing you.

You raced to his office. You did not even take the elevator as it will take far too long to get to his office. You are panting by the time you arrive and sweat droplets formed at the top of your forehead. Your hands began to shake as your hand rested on the handle. You need to go in there, but your body did not want to move. Your boyfriend is already pissed. You did not want to deal with your furious boss.

Sighing, you forced yourself to go inside. “I am so sorry.” You blurt out as you enter inside. Levi is giving you a disapproving look.

“Take a seat, Y/N. We need to have a talk.”

Following your boss’ orders, you sit in the chair parallel to his. You begin to tremble as you expect the worse. Levi’s glare does not help you feel any less uneasy either. His silver orbs are staring deep into your soul and making you feel small.

“You know you’re on strike three.” Levi begins. You gulp.

“I know, sir. I’m very sorry. I’ll accept any punishment you have in mind for me.” You sigh, trying to remain brave. Levi can see right through it, though. His gaze hardens and he makes his way around to your side of the desk. He folds his arms but does not remove his gaze from you once.

“What punishment do you think you deserve?” Levi ask, hoping you have the same answer in mind as him.

“I-I’m not sure. I’ll take anything. It’s what I deserve.” You admit, a flustered feeling coming across you. Levi studied your features, clicking his tongue.

“Bend over the desk.”

“What?” You whispered, not sure if you heard your boss correctly. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His intimidating glare pierced through you.

“Talking to that lame ass boyfriend of yours must have you goin deaf. I said bend over my desk.” Levi instructs, letting go of your chin once you catch his drift. You do as your told, bending over his desk. You are uncertain what he is planning to do, but the removal of your skirt gave you a pretty good idea. Your cheeks felt hot as your bare ass is now exposed to Levi’s viewing.

“Lace panties, huh? You planned on being put in this position later?” Levi chuckles, his digits playing with the strap of your thong. You bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say. A hard smack to your bare ass caused you to release a moan.

“I asked you a question. It’s only polite to answer, brat.”

“Yes. It was for my boyfriend.” You confess in embarrassment for more reasons than one.

“Oh, I see. Your toxic little relationship is in need of fixing, but the only thing you have to offer is your pretty little pussy.” Levi analyzes, rubbing his hand on your ass before delivering another slap. You wince in pain, but you mentally screamed for more. You wanted Levi to continue spanking you.

“That’s not it, sir.” You mumbled. His hand landed down on your sore ass once more while the other hand finds refuge in your hair. He pulls it, tightly, bending your head back.

“What really gets me is this mouth of yours. I suggest you use it to tell the truth before I stuff it.” Levi growls lowly in your ear, letting go of your hair to return behind you.

Another slap was delivered. Little melodies of moans escaped your lips that you attempted to conceal. Levi did not comment on it as he proceed with the punishment. Your cunt dripped with your slick. It is begging to be touched, fucked, anything Levi desires really.

A few slaps and a very red ass later, Levi’s digits founder their way inside your soaked cunt. “Someone enjoyed themselves, hm?” He teased, curling his fingers in you. You shuffle a bit, enjoying the sensation he is giving you. The removal of his fingers made you whine in a needy tone.

“I did, Levi. Please fuck me.” You cry, wanting his cock already. He chuckled at your begging, his hand rubbing your red ass then hitting it again.

“On your knees. Now.” Levi demands. You happily oblige before him. He pats your head in approval. “Good girl. You do know how to listen.”

Levi begins unbuckling his black belt. You are practically foaming at the mouth as he slides the leather out of each loop. He sets it on the desk before proceeding to unbuckle his pants, releasing his hard cock for you to pleasure. Your eyes light up at the sight. The tip of his erection is at your lips, ready for you to move forward. Your tongue teases his sensitive head before you let each inch slide in-and-out of your saliva filled mouth.

“Yeah, like that, baby.” Levi praises as you deep throat his length. You choke some, but continue taking all of his cock. Your tongue spends time playing with the veins in his cock while his head relaxes in your throat.

“The cock hungry slut having a hard time deep throating all my cock?” Levi mocks as you pull it out to catch your breath. A string of saliva connected your lips and his cock together as your lust filled orbs met his.

“Not a chance.” You grin, placing his dick back in your mouth. Levi groans in delight as you repeat the same patterns as before. His cock twitches inside your mouth as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down your throat. You gladly swallow it as his cock becomes overwhelmed, releasing his semen onto your tongue. Not a drop was spilled as you milked his cock for all he had to offer.

Pulling away, Levi praises you again. “Such a good little slut you are. Time we give your pussy some attention, huh?”

“Yes, please, sir.” You beg, eagerly. He taps his desk.

“Bend over my desk.” He commands. Following orders, you bend over his desk like before. You arched your back so your ass and pussy is more accessible for Levi. He spreads your legs out more so your weeping cunt is fully exposed. The cold air sent chills down your spine. Levi is already hard again as he stares at your pussy.

Aligning himself, the tip of his cock enters your dripping hole, sliding in perfectly. You moan as he thrust a rough rhythm. His hips slap against your ass and his hands cling onto your hips. You tightly hang onto his desk as he pick up the pace. You sob out pleas for more.

“Better quiet down. Don’t want your coworkers hearing me fuck you like the whore you are now do we?”

You did not even care. You wanted Levi and you wanted him bad. Groans and profanities filled the room from you two as Levi hits all the right spots. You babble incoherent sentences as you start to climax again on Levi’s girth. Your walls clenched on his size and released when he re-enters himself. This does not stop Levi, though, as he chases after his own high.

“Already cumming again, slut?” Levi teases as he is slowly losing himself inside you. He hit your ass again while his dick twitches. “Ask permission next time.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You cry out, not wanting him to stop. He pulls on your hair again, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m going to fill you up so much that you have to hide it from your boyfriend.”

“Please Levi.” You beg, not even caring anymore. You wanted Levi. You have wanted him for a long time and the feeling is mutual on his end. That is why he hired you, after all.

Levi’s cock could not withstand the pressure anymore. Releasing into the depths of your cunt, he huffs profanities as every drop enters inside of you. You gladly take it as you breathe heavily. He finally pulls out, leaving you a cum filled mess. Giving your ass a gentle tap so you will get up.

“You are dismissed for the day.” Levi grumbled as he situated himself and you did the same. You straightened out your outfit and fixed your hair. You will fix your makeup in the restroom. You proceeded to exit your boss’ office when he called out to you. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yes?” You purred, looking over your shoulder.

“Let your boyfriend know you’re my slut now.”

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NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

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[thinger-strang]

Is This Some Midwest Thing?

Hopper told Flo, years ago, that no matter what, to tell him about all 911 calls.

"Yes, even the weird ones that you think are a prank," he grumbles as she makes an exasperated face.

"Okay, just don't get on my case when you have a stack of memos about these calls," she sighs and sits at her desk.

That was two years ago.

Today Hopper rolls into work with a little pep in his step, having stopped by Melvald's on his way in.

"Someone's in a good mood," Flo remarks as she tip taps away at her computer. "And actually on time, last night's calls are on your desk."

"Today is going to be a good day Flo, I can feel it!" Hopper says happily before disappearing into his office.

He spoke far too soon.

There were only three messages; one from Mrs. Johnson complaining about her neighbors parking their cars on the street (he'll probably send Callahan out to tell her that that's not illegal), one from the little Cooper girl that ended with her mom raking the phone from her an apologizing (he'll have Powell follow up later today too), and one from a panicky teenager that sends chills down Hopper's spin.

"Flo, can you play me one of these calls, the panicked teenager?"

"Sure, looks like this one was around midnight last night, one of my night girls answered this one." Flo checks the note and rewinds the tape to the right spot.

[911 what's your emergency?]

[I was, I was driving out on one of the back roads and I hit, an animal? Or something?]

[Was there anyone else in the car with you, sir?]

[No, no, I was....I was alone but I hit my head really hard and then I....]

[....And then you what sir?]

[I got dragged into the warehouse, I got....I got dragged into the warehouse and down some stairs and it, it uh....this sounds crazy, it is crazy, I think I hit my head too hard but it was like a slimy long arm and it did something to me....]

[Sir, where are you, do you need medical attention?]

[I don't know where I am but there's a big empty warehouse up the road and–]

[Sir you drove away in your wrecked car?]

[Yes I drove away! I just dragged down some stairs and face fucked by some monster thing and you think I'm going to stay where I was?]

This is where the call starts to get distorted, like the note says. Starts to get glitchy, lose connection, and eventually the line goes dead. The noises in the background set Hopper's teeth on edge.

It's the noises he heard in the tunnels last year and in the Upside Down two years ago. The off-putting chittering and clicking noises that are just the wrong side of normal animal noises.

"Carrie, Robert's wife was the one who answered that. She told me she had to call her Rob after that call it freaked her out so much but I know they just went and saw one of those scary movies at the new mall last weekend so–"

"That was the Hargrove boy right?" Hopper asks, putting together some type of plan.

"I can't say for sure but sounds like him."

"I'm going to go check up on him, he works at the pool right?" He asks as he grabs his hat off the coat rack and starts patting his pockets to check his keys are still there.

"Yes but Hop–"

"Teenage boys don't sound that scared for a prank call, I'm just going to check on him, once Callahan and Powell get here, have them call or check on those other two calls?"

"Sure," Flo sighs and gives Hopper a tired look.

"Thank you, Flo, I'll be back in a few hours," he shouts over his shoulder.

He gets into his cruiser, starts it and is about to pull out when he figures he should see if El knows anything about the Gate or any Upside Down related activity. Taps out a short message he hopes won't freak her out then peels out of the station.

///

Hopper pulls into the pool's parking lot a while later, seeing Billy's car with a big dent in one side and a shattered windshield.

Definitely him who called last night then.

He gets out of the cruiser and walks in towards the desk.

"Hi, can I talk to Billy Hargrove for a moment?" He leans on the counter and asks the teenager flipping through a magazine.

"He's on-duty right now," he says, gesturing over his shoulder, not even looking up.

"Can you switch him out for a little bit? I just need to ask him a few questions?"

"Buddy, what do you not understand about 'on-du–" The kid finally looks up and Hopper offers a tight smile and a little wave. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'll go send someone, one second–HEATHER!"

He turns and shoves open the door next to him.

"Heather, go get Billy and watch the pool for a bit."

"What, I don't go up for another hour!"

"The cops wanna talk to Billy, just go get him!"

Heather peeks out of the–what Hopper assumes is–the break room, eyes widening when she sees him, and scurries out to get Billy.

"Thanks kid." Hopper taps his knuckles against the counter and stands away from the window as he waits.

Billy rounds the corner, dressed in a long sleeve shirt, red shorts, and a cap with a cup of ice in one hand.

"Interesting outfit kid, got somewhere quiet for us to talk?" Hopper says as he nods at Billy's sweatshirt.

"I didn't do anything," Billy scowls.

"Didn't say you did, just following up on a call we got last night, about a car crash? You've got a busted windshield so I figured I'd check on ya."

"Okay." Billy starts walking towards a door at the other end of the hallway. "We can talk in here, it's a storage closet."

He opens it and lets Hopper in before following, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So, first of all, are you okay? On the call, you said you hit your head."

"M'fine." Billy stares at a shelf to Hopper's left.

"Okay. You also said you hit an animal and judging by your car out front, must have been a big animal, did you see it?" He tries to make himself sound less gruff so Billy will open up a bit.

"No I didn't." Billy chews on his lip for a moment. "But it did leave something sticky on my car. Like, mucus-y. And there was weird noises."

"Clicking and chirping, right?"

Billy's gaze snaps up to Hopper's.

"Yeah, I've never heard anything like it before, is this some midwest thing, like cicadas or fireflies?" Billy wrinkles his nose.

"If it's what im thinking of, no, it's not. What happened after you hit the thing and crashed?"

"I got out to look at the damage, heard noises and tried to see who or what was there and...."

Billy hesitates and looks down at the ground, fidgeting.

"Billy." Hopper places a hopefully comforting hand on his shoulder. "I heard the whole phone call and I believe you. I'm just trying to figure out what happened and see if you're okay or need help."

Billy's face crumbles and tears start streaming down his face. He wipes them away quickly and tries to get himself to calm down, calm enough to talk and explain.

"He, he shoved a tentacle down my throat and....and I can hear him now, he wants–he wants to build an army and he said he's going to use me to do it and I don't know what that means!" Billy sobs and laces his fingers through his hair.

"Okay okay, breathe, it'll be okay, we can help, but we need to go now before it gets worse, understand?"

Billy just nods and gulps for air.

"Okay."

///

Hopper tells the other pool employees that Billy got into a car accident last night, has a major concussion , and will need to go home today and most likely will need a few more days off, depending on ehat the doctor says.

They get into Hopper's cruiser and he tries to radio El but no luck again.

"I'll need to make a call once we get to Melvald's, gotta check on someone." Hopper says absently as he backs up.

"Why are we going to the fucking store, they sell monster repellant?" Billy jeers, back to himself.

"No, Joyce is there."

"Byers?"

”Yup, Joyce Byers, her son was possessed last year so she's going to help us."

Hopper hears Billy grumble a "what the hell is wrong with this place" but ignores it in favor of not yelling at the terrified teenager.

///

"Joyce!"

She pops up from behind some shelves, frizzy hair now pulled back.

"Jim I thought you were going to be at the station all day," she trails off when she sees Billy. "You broke one of my plates."

"Uh yes ma'am. I'm really sorry about that." Billy glances at Hopper before meeting Joyce's gaze.

"I'm more upset about the head you broke it over, Hop what's going on?" Joyce crosses her arms.

"The Mindflayer, it's back and it's got Billy."

Joyce's eyebrows shoot up. "Are you sure?"

"100%, but it's not in the Upside Down, it's out here, like physical."

"WHAT? How?"

"I don't know, Billy said it wants to build an army."

"Well, all the heaters are at my house, should we burn it out?"

"Woah, wait, burn him out? What do you mean burn?" Billy interjects.

"Relax kid, this thing doesn't like heat, so if we make it too hot, it'll un-possess you."

Panic flickers across Billy's face and something pings in Joyce's chest.

"It'll be okay, this all happened to Will last year, he's doing okay now, you'll be fine!"

Billy can tell she's sugarcoating it, but knows its either that or stay with the shadow.

"Fine."

"Great." Hopper claps his hands together to try to ease the tension. "I need to call and warn El before we go."

read part two here

[scuttling]

While I'm writing Dad!Bod Hotch with babies... 🥺

...Here's a very baby excerpt from one of my other works (modified a little so it can be read as reader.) It's pretty cute if I do say so myself! Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow job + Pregnant sex The next child abduction case they get happens a year later, and it takes them to Seattle; rain beats down on the Sullivan house while she and JJ sit with the family and try to keep them informed of what’s going on in terms of the investigation. The mother stares out the window at the rain, and she brings over the cup of tea she’d offered to make, sets it down on the table beside her, takes her trembling hands.

“I promise you, Mrs. Sullivan, our team is doing absolutely everything they can to locate your son safely. They are the best in the world at what we do; we just need to let them do their jobs.”

Mrs. Sullivan frowns, takes a sobbing breath, and then wraps her arms around her; she’s a little startled by it, but rubs her back, trying to provide comfort.

After a couple minutes, Mrs. Sullivan pulls back, and she offers her a tissue.

“Do you have any children?” she asks, wiping her eyes.

“Yes. He’s seven years old, and his name is Jack.”

They find the boy five hours later. Alive.

She and Aaron have celebration sex on every available surface.

“Hey. So, I got three or four calls from my doctor’s office a couple weeks ago, but I was preoccupied with the Sullivan case and I kept forgetting to call her back,” she says later from Aaron’s lap. He sits up, holding her hips while he shifts his weight.

“Okay. Is everything alright? Why was she calling so often?”

“Apparently, my IUD expired a month ago. I have to get it taken out.” He looks cautiously over her face, like he’s not sure what reaction she wants from him. She’s fairly certain she knows what his first instinct is. “Well, Jack and I were at the grocery store when I spoke to her—and you know I’ve been feeling a little off…” She wets her lips, reaches over the arm of the couch and pulls a little cardboard box off the console table. She can see his breath hitch.

“Have you taken it?” She nods quickly, presses her lips together.

“Just waiting now.” Carefully, he reaches for the box, takes it out of her hand, and sets it back down on the table. He pulls her close for a tight hug.

“Whatever happens, I love you so much,” he murmurs in her ear, and they just hold each other until the timer on her phone goes off. She brushes her hand through his hair, and his eyes are wet; she knows hers are too.

She climbs out of his lap, and he follows her down the hall, clinging to her back like he can’t physically let her go. When they make it to the bathroom, she picks up the test, squeezes her eyes briefly shut, and holds it up so he can read the word on the screen.

The word.

She spins in his arms, wraps hers around him, and jumps up and down, the grin splitting her face nothing compared to the gorgeous smile that lights up his.

“I’m going to see if Dr. Rose can fit me in tomorrow,” she says, leaning up to smooch him several times in a row. “Just to be sure.”

“Let me know, I’ll come.” She nods, kisses him a few more times, takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“I love you so much.” He holds her, repeats it, kisses her forehead, her eyes. Then he starts kissing her for real, reverent and steamy, and they walk gracelessly toward the bedroom, tugging articles of clothing off as they go.

She is kneeling over him on the bed, giving him a very good, messy, ‘Congrats, you’re probably going to be a daddy again!’ blow job when she pulls back suddenly, an overwhelming thought crossing her mind; she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“You know my brother has two sets of twins, right?” “A package came from your brother today,” Aaron says a couple months later as he’s leafing through the mail; he holds it out to her, and she opens it up, excited, then covers her mouth, can’t help but aww. “What is it?” he asks, not looking up from the stack of envelopes, and she puts her hand on his arm to get his attention.

“‘For the Hotchner siblings’—that’s what the card says,” she explains when he looks up, and then she holds up the largest t-shirt: it’s brown, with a cartoon bear cub, white letters spelling out Brother Bear. She holds up a smaller shirt: Sister Bear #1. Then another small shirt: Sister Bear #2. He smiles.

“Okay, that’s cute. We have to FaceTime him and thank him.”

“Definitely. He’s not going to believe how big this belly is,” she says, reaching up on her toes for a kiss; he comes at her from the side, because it’s easier to reach her lips that way. “Uh, Hotch, we need you down in the bullpen. She's crying and we can’t get her to stop,” Spencer says into the phone, looking a little freaked. Aaron must agree to come down, because he hangs up the receiver wordlessly; JJ rubs her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

“It’s okay, I completely understand. It’s normal to feel like that at this stage of the pregnancy,” she explains, and it’s all sounding very rational, but she just covers her eyes and keeps crying.

When Aaron crouches down beside her, he takes her hands carefully off of her face, wipes her tears with his sleeve, peers up at her with soft eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I want…” She gulps, sniffles, and Prentiss hands her a tissue over the desk partition. “Thank you. I want these babies out of me,” she sobs, and she knows she’s making a huge scene, but she doesn’t even care. “I want your babies out of me, Aaron!” He sighs; she knows he’s heard it all before.

“I know, honey, but you have to be patient. It will happen when it’s meant to.” She sobs, then hiccups, and that’s just great.

“But I’m—I’m drinking the stupid tea, I’m eating the dates. I got the, the acupuncture—do you know how weird it is to see those needles sticking out of your body? It’s unsettling!”

Morgan returns from Garcia’s office, takes one look at them, and abruptly pivots on his heel to head back.

“Oh sure,” she calls, and then hiccups, “everyone sees a crying pregnant woman and they just run away!”

“Noo, he just texted me!” Spencer lies, waving his phone that he never even looked at. “He said he forgot something and he’ll be right back.”

“Spencer, tell me what else can induce labor, please,” is all she says, doesn’t call him out because it’s sweet that he even tried. He counts off with his fingers as he recites the list.

“Raspberry leaf tea, dates, castor oil—” she grimaces, because that shit’s the worst “—acupressure, acupuncture, exercise.” He hesitates, looks a little uncomfortable, and she hiccups, gets pissed, takes a deep breath.

“Sweetie, honey,” she says, reaching out a hand for him, and he takes it, pats it awkwardly. Bless his heart. “You’re my partner, and I love you, but please spit it out.”

“Okay, uh. Nipple stimulation, and uh. Well. Sex.” Oh, yeah, the nipple thing they tried, but it felt like a restless cat trying to get comfortable on her chest, wasn’t sexy at all, so they didn’t try the rest. She snaps her fingers at Aaron like a douchebag asking for the waitress, wipes her face, hiccups again.

“Okay, we’re doing it, we’re doing that one. Sex me up.” Prentiss barks a laugh, and Spencer looks deeply disturbed. “Please can we go home now?”

“Uh, yes, we can,” Aaron begins, “but I’m not sure we should—” Nope, she’s not gonna listen to that bullshit. He hasn’t been pregnant for 42 fucking weeks.

“I love you, but shut up. Your dick put these things inside me, and your dick’s gonna get them out.” She moves to stand, and so does he, arms out like he’ll catch her if she starts to wobble. “I know I’m not sexy anymore with this gigantic stomach, but please please please just fuck me.” He closes his eyes, sighs like he regrets so much in life, and then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth. It makes her, like, instantly horny; she’d initiate sex right here if she thought she could get her pants off.

“You are as sexy as you’ve ever been,” he murmurs, hovering over her lips, “and I’m going to fuck you.” Sex this big sucks. Missionary is hilarious, doggy is uncomfortable, side by side seems okay but is actually kind of impractical. She feels betrayed.

Aaron helps her get on top of him—his dick is so hard it makes her feel really, really good about herself—and she’s more than okay with bouncing on him, but her belly bounces too, and it feels weird.

“Can you hold it?” she pants, and she takes the hair tie off her wrist and sweeps her hair into a ponytail because she’s sweating from all the position-shifting. “Just like, hold it.” She takes his hands and rests them on her enormous beach ball belly, sighs because it feels nice. “Good, yeah, thank you, let me try again.”

She braces herself against his thighs, rides him quickly, bucking hard—after about 15 years of wishing she had bigger breasts, she now despises hers, and therefore avoids them at costs, but she does manage to reach her clit, and she rubs it furiously as she moves atop him.

Aaron—who is so great, and sweet, who she loves so much—is all but useless, just holds her belly still and groans like he’s getting the best pussy of his lifetime, which she guesses maybe he is, because she wants these babies out and she’s well and truly desperate. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he grinds out, and his hands move to her thighs, squeezing hard, and she whines.

“No, no, do not come, don’t come.”

He comes.

An hour later, they try again, with her propped up on a pillow, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. The internet said this would work, and if it doesn’t, she’s prepared to let BoyMom282 fucking have it.

“Oh my god, yes, yes,” she moans, clutching at the sheets above her head, and Aaron’s hands feel so good on what remains of her waist as he pounds into her. “Fuck, yes, fuck me until your babies are ready, Aaron. Such a fucking man, knocking me up with two babies at once—you can help me get them out, can’t you, daddy?”

He groans long and loud, and she puts a hand on his, squeezes hard.

“Don’t. Come. I swear to god if you come inside me right now, it will be the last time you ever do it.”

He comes, but luckily for him, she comes first. “So, tell us which is which,” Garcia leads, visibly excited, and she leans back against Aaron’s body, looks at the sweet baby girl in his arms.

“This one is Camila,” she says, touching her teeny tiny little foot, “and Spencer’s holding Mia. Mia Clarita Hotchner Cortes—Clarita after my mother—and Camila Marie Hotchner Cortes.”

“Marie after my mother,” Aaron explains, and he puts an arm around her, which she snuggles happily against. “We’re just waiting for Jack—he should be here any minute.” Spencer hands Mia back to her, and she kisses her forehead.

“This is the best day of your mama’s life,” she coos, touching her soft, dark, fuzzy baby hair. Her heart swells. “I was going to become daddy’s next unsub if you little cuties didn’t vacate my uterus in a timely fashion.”

She can hear the squeak of Jack's shoes coming through the door, and she looks up at Aaron with a grin. When Jack comes around the bed and sees the girls, his eyes get big. “Whoa, are these my sisters?” Haley pops in behind him, and she smiles at them.

“Yeah, buddy, come here,” she says, gesturing for him with her free arm. “This is Mia, and this is Camila.”

“Gentle like we practiced,” Aaron reminds him when he reaches out to touch Camila’s face, and she and Haley both roll their eyes, then laugh.

“He knows, sweetie.” She watches their interaction with so much love, then brushes her fingers over Jack’s hair. “You’re going to be the best brother bear ever, aren’t you?” He looks up at her, grins; he’s missing a tooth just to the left of the front ones, and she’s obsessed with that little gap.

“Yep, I’m going to read them stories and share my toys and play with them at the park.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” Aaron says, leaning down to look into his eyes. “And so are we, buddy.” “And do you, Aaron Hotchner—”

“Da-ah-addy!” someone sobs—Mia, she mouths to Aaron across from her—and she sees JJ step out from behind her, trying to soothe her so they can proceed, but she’s not having any luck. Mia is a daddy’s girl, and the fact that she can see him, but she’s not in his arms, is like a mortal sin to her.

She gets it, she really does. She felt that way every day for two years.

When it’s obvious she’s not calming down, the officiant clears her throat and tries again, but Mia’s wailing just gets louder. Aaron smiles, shrugs.

“Sorry. It’s okay—here, Mia, daddy’s right here,” he assures, reaching out to take her from JJ, and he wipes her eyes, her red nose, and bounces her on his hip for a moment until she settles. She shoots them what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet glance and then turns around and asks for Camila; Emily hands her off with a big smile.

Aaron grins when she puts her on her hip, and he reaches behind him for his best man, Jack, encourages him to come forward so he’s standing between them. She smiles at him, touches his face, and nods at the officiant, who takes a deep breath and proceeds.

“Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” They opted not to write their own vows, because their vows are living, breathing things between them, three perfect little heartbeats. Anything more felt unnecessary.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” He does, so well she thinks she might get pregnant again, and then they each kiss their three babies, and she silently marvels over the fact that all it took was being clobbered over the head with a fire extinguisher for her life to end up this perfect. “Did you know that your chance of having a second set of fraternal twins jumps to 12% after you’ve had the first?” Spencer asks as they’re gathered in the briefing room one morning. She and Aaron are standing up front, pressed close together, nodding patiently. “And considering they run in your family, and that your brother has two sets of fraternal twins, I’d say that statistically the odds are more likely doubled.”

She looks over at Aaron, whose eyes are filled with love and awe and also some pretty sexy other things, and then pulls the ultrasound image out from the little envelope, holds it out for the team to see.

In unison, they answer, “We know.”

They get a package in the mail later that week: One Jack-sized t-shirt—Brother Bear #1—and two tiny t-shirts—Sister Bear #3 and Brother Bear #2. She and Aaron stop by the hospital to visit a friend after surgery and she can't resist walking past the maternity ward. Something about seeing all of those brand new, healthy, happy babies rejuvenates her after a tough case, and the one they'd finished up earlier in the week had been one of the toughest.

A woman comes to stand beside her as she looks at the babies, wearing sweatpants and a hospital gown—she's maybe 30, so just a few years younger—and she smiles brightly at the woman. "New mom?"

"Yeah, she's the one right there," the woman says with a grin, pointing to a sweetly sleeping little girl. "Isn't she perfect?"

"They're all perfect," she sighs, "but she is very beautiful. Congratulations." The woman's smile turns warmer, softer.

"Thank you. Do you have any children?" She's so wrapped up in the dreamy haze of little babies wiggling their toes that she almost doesn't hear the question.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, five of them: Adrian, Isabella, Mia, Camila, and Jack." The woman's eyes go extremely wide, and she laughs, because she's so very used to that. Aaron steps up on her other side, wraps an arm around her waist.

"Thought I might find you here," he says, and he smiles politely at the woman, who's looking like she may never open her legs again. "Can't resist looking at the babies."

"I just love babies," she says sweetly, and she stretches up for a kiss. "Do you ever think we should have another, just to even it out?"

"Hmm. Yes, but knowing us, they'll be twins again, so it's probably best we stick with five." He bends for another kiss, and she pulls him close; when she remembers where they are, she pulls back, to shoot the new mom a sheepish smile, but she's already gone. She sighs.

"Fair enough. But do you want to go home and practice anyway?"

[munsnz]

TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢. — 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Overview: Will Byers, a close friend of Y/N herself, although in high school, was missing, setting a sense of concern for him, wondering what could’ve happened as being interviewed by the police themselves. We continue to dive deeper into the girl’s life to the connections of some familiar boys.

Navigation — Mixtape

Doodles, words, and weird figures were being scribbled in the sturdy notebook, with the thin pencil marking the surface of the lined paper. Class was even more boring now that Y/N couldn’t bother to pay attention to her U.S. History class, vividly in her daydreams of where one of her close friends, Jonathan Byers could be since he never showed up that morning, the teacher decided to speak up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

”Miss Hopper, would you like to elaborate with what Tammy said?” He cleared his throat, standing next to the girl’s desk all eyes on her. Y/N frantically narrowed her vision to the board, feeling a sense of unease when everyone watched her intently. Her E/C colored eyes shifted from right to left, feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure starting to well on her chest. Breathing in and out, she squinted at the chalkboard, focusing on the big letter written on the board, The Holocaust. An eerie silence grew into place, maybe a silent cough held in the background. Y/N’s palms became clammy, scrambling through her unopened textbook and unwritten notebook. Stumbling through her words in the awkwardness, the door of the classroom swung open to find the principal of the school, in a fine suit.

The class’ eyes shifted from Y/N’s mess to the lady, standing by the doorway, “Can I have Y/N Hopper?” Now her heart dropped to her stomach, was she into deep shit now? Maybe someone had caught her smoking this time. Was this going to be another accusation someone had made? If her dad heard about this, she was definitely going to be toast.

The eyes were now back on Y/N, worrisome, she rapidly crumpled her sheets of paper along with the textbook into her plain backpack. She slung it onto her shoulder, keeping her head low and meeting contact with the principal who guided her out of the classroom as she closed the door behind them before walking by the empty hallway.

“Am I in trouble?” The girl nervously bit her lip, looking down at the squeaky floor, the principal moved her glance to see Y/N looking so timid.

The principal shook her head, putting a reassuring hand onto the girl’s shoulder, “No, you’re not. Hopper, one of the most intellectual students we’ve had here in Hawkins High. In fact we need your help.”

Without asking any questions, Y/N’s eyes widened, a smile forming on her lips. The walk to the principal’s office was a bit uncomfortable, as none of them spoke along the trail. Finally getting to the office’s door, they opened it to find her dad along with his handy dandy partner, Phil Callahan, whom Y/N had been very close with since the beginning of her life when Hopper first got his job as chief of police. Giving a little wave for politeness,  the principal directed the girl to sit down in the chair in front of her.

”I really regret to inform you but, Will Byers went missing the other night,” The principal’s eyes saddened, turning them up to the two police officers, “And from what your father had said, you saw him that night.”

Oh god.

Will Byers was missing. No, not will. Not will. Why Will? Will was just a friendly kid who loved to play D&D with his friends Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson under their basement for neverlasting hours. The wizard, the position he played, the shy, bubbly and nerdy kid who trusted her no matter what. Will, Will Byers was missing.

“Steve’s a twat!” A middle schooler climbed down the stairs in the Wheeler’s residence, to find four slightly younger boys sitting on a couch, having a board in front of them. Curious, she kneeled beside Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother, Michael, “What are you guys doing? Some magic trick or what?”

Mike looked beside him, to find one of Nancy’s friends observing the board with the tiny figurines placed on top. Without precaution, the curly haired boy that was sat in front of him spoke up, “It’s Dungeons and Dragons!”

“Wow, that’s cool, I don’t know what that is,” She brought her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. The boys’ eyes fell onto the girl. What was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be with Nancy?

“My sister is upstairs by the way,” Mike cringed a bit, to find the girl being ever so intrigued by what the boys were up to on a Wednesday night.

Y/N turned over to the younger brother, then to the other three boys, sitting in silence, “I know, but I’m sick of her talking about her boyfriend Steve. I wanted to see what you were doing.” Quietness began while glances were exchanged, the girl leaned closer and directed the boys to do so as well, she hushed, “Don’t tell Nancy, but sometimes she’s boring.”

Lucas and Will both looked at each fondly, as the rest nodded their heads in agreement when Mike spoke up, “Finally! Someone notices for once!”

Dustin shakes his head in disagreement, the boy gave an obnoxious smile, “No, Nancy’s awesome!”

The group of laughter, turned to Dustin who was smiling like a freak. Lucas snapped jokingly, “DUSTIN LIKES NANCY OOOOOO!”

“What? No I don’t!” Dustin’s face turned beat red while Lucas chased Dustin around, imitating a few kisses with the weird noises. Mike got up to stop the two from hitting each other and creating a racket in the living room, the three seemed to have began a rumble, while the quiet one cheered them on with laughter arousing him.

Y/N nudges the quiet boy, smiling towards his direction, “They’re a lot to handle huh?” The boy nods a little bit, after hearing the “Dustin I love you” and “Kiss me Dustin!” mimicks from Lucas, giving smoochy faces. “Aren’t you Jonathan’s younger brother?”

The brunette boy with the bowl cut nods again, trying to shout in between the shouting induced by the three boys fighting in from of them, “I’m Will!”

”Oh! That’s good! Your brother is in Mr. Clark’s class with me!” Y/N laughed, seeing Lucas and Mike stack on top of tiny Dustin squirming below them. Will and Y/N signaled to join the stack, feeling Dustin start to giggle hysterically while Y/N began to tickle his stomach. All of them burst into laughter in the stack until Nancy came downstairs to ruin the fun.

”MIKE WHAT THE HECK?!” Nancy shouted, pulling giggly Y/N out of the bunch of first graders tumbled on the rug, “Leave my friends alone for the hundredth time!”

After seeing her being pulled away, Y/N wiggled out of Nancy’s grip, stepping away from her and seeing the boys suddenly become so serious, “Nancy, I was already hanging out with them. They’re cool.”

”What?” She felt frazzled at the remark, then heard Mrs. and Mr. Wheeler coming in after a night out. Both looked satisfied in finally having a night out together due to taking care of their children and working.

“We didn’t know Y/N came over! We hate to have the boys alone here sometimes,” Karen Wheeler sat on the couch as the boys broke apart and sat in their own space in the living room, Y/N standing along with Nancy.

”Maybe you should get them a babysitter!” The H/C colored girl suggested, putting her hands on her waist, “They’re lots of fun to be with!”

”Be our babysitter!” Dustin stumbled to get up, jumping up and down, exclaiming. The others chimed in as well.

Lucas nods along, ”Yeah that would be great!”

”You would be the best babysitter in Hawkins!” Will chants, earning Mike’s agreement too.

Mrs. Wheeler laughed at the excited boys surrounded tween Y/N who seemed heartfelt to have people that want to be around her, “It seems like a great idea, I’ll talk to their moms and see what they think. I’ll let your dad know tomorrow.”

Squeals from the seven-year olds filled the living room, when Karen had considered the request, it had already been late and their moms would be at the Wheeler’s to pick the boys up back home. While Lucas slipped on his sweater, he shouted, “At least my babysitter doesn’t have to be the old hag Mrs. Wilson!”

“TRUE!” Dustin laughs along with him, while Will follows behind to find Mrs. Sinclair waving from the sidewalk standing beside her car with three year old Erica Sinclair, wanting to throw a tantrum to be let go from her mother’s grip. As Lucas, Dustin, and Will left they all chanted in unison, “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” To plaster a cheeky smile on the girl’s face.

Never in her entire life has this girl felt so.... accepted, liked, included for once. Something the bratty kids of Hawkins Middle School had felt towards the girl. This felt like something new, something new with a long trail of friendship. Totes to the new babysitter of these boys, whom they enjoyed being around with, no matter what

.

[dessarious]

Balancing Dynamics Pt7

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“So they don’t want me in there, and I certainly don’t want my work anywhere they can get to it, so is there anywhere in here that’s a bit more quiet that I could use?” Malcolm blinked at her for a moment before red crawled up is face.

“Yeah, of course. You can share the office with me. It's nearly soundproof.” He led her back to the door he’d come out of and started rushing around the room, putting things away. “Sorry about the mess, we’ve never had someone in here with us before so my shit is kinda everywhere. You can have this side of the room so that you can get natural light from the windows if you want.”

“You don’t need it?” He shook his head as he picked up another stack of papers to move to his side of the room.

“Nope I’m more of an Engineer or Architect. If I do anything on paper it’s just really rough sketches. Everything else I do on the computer. And when I’m looking at blueprints it’s easier if I can control the light source.”

“What about your sister?”

“She’s the builder. She only comes in here to get me to look at something, or go over one of my plans and tell me it’s completely impractical in real life.” Marinette giggled.

“So you’re the dreamer and she brings you back down to earth.” He frowned for a second but it turned into a small smile.

“I never really thought about it like that but yes. She’s creative in her own way, don’t get me wrong. If she can’t find a tool that suits her needs well enough she’ll make something herself, but everything she does has a practical purpose whereas I just want to make new things to make new things.” He continued moving things around until the surfaces on her side of the room were empty, then pulled a piece of paper out of one of the drawers in his desk. “This is an equipment request form so that you can get what you need. If it’s something they have in storage, it’ll be in here the next day everything else is usually within the week. I’ll show you where to take it when school gets out.” She looked over the form to find it was very generic.

“Can I request specific brands or models of equipment?” If not she might have to bring a sewing machine in herself, no matter how much she didn’t want to just buy a second one. She could always just do the design part here and the sewing at home though. That way the finished product wouldn’t be available for saboteurs.

“You can, but if the person ordering it doesn’t know your field it’s kind of hit and miss… also I’ve noticed that some of the scholarship students tend to be the last to get requested items. It helps if your parents or whoever is paying your tuition is seen as a good potential donor. But you can keep putting in the requests until you get what you want. If you’re annoying enough about it they’ll get it right eventually. Mik put in for a specific welder ten times once. The woman finally came down here with a product catalog and made her circle the right one.” She almost forgot she was surrounded by rich people. She also felt a little guilty. She had a feeling that with Mr. Wayne paying her tuition she wouldn’t have any issues getting what she wanted. She barely finished the thought when there was a knock at the door. She would have assumed it was his sister if not for Malcolm's confused expression. When he opened the door he blinked rapidly for a moment at the person on the other side.

“M. Bardes, I was told Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was in here with you.” The woman’s tone was hard to read but she did sound a bit annoyed. Malcolm raised an eyebrow at her and she realized neither one of them had used their last names. She nodded at his unspoken question and he moved back from the door.

“Yes Principal Voisard, she is.” Marinette started to freak out internally. What the hell did the principal want with her? Had Valerie complained? She hadn’t done anything or pissed off anyone else that she knew of.

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, I wanted to welcome you to the school and assure that my door is always open. If you have any problems please come to me immediately.” She was going to guess that this wasn’t something the woman usually did just because of the shock on Malcolm’s face. “I did expect to find you in the other room.” She was fishing so Valerie definitely hadn’t said anything.

“I’m not used to working in such an open space, let alone with so many people and distractions. Malcolm was nice enough to offer to share his space with me so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed.” It wasn’t technically a lie. A very subjective version of the truth, sure, but not a lie. Given the way Principal Voisard was looking at her, she knew it too but didn’t call her on it.

“I’m glad to see you settling in and making friends. If you would finish filling out that equipment form, I’ll take it for you.” Marinette just stared at her for a moment before remembering the paper in her hands.

“Oh, of course.” She put down the basics. A sewing machine, a dress form… Malcolm had said she could always put in for other things later. She also wasn’t certain how much she was actually going to make here. She didn’t want to have to keep dragging commission pieces back and forth so anything she made here would likely be for herself or just for fun. She handed the form over and the Principal actually looked surprised when she read it.

“This is all?” Marinette just nodded, not knowing what the woman expected. The woman was studying her but she seemed far less tense. She started for the door before turning back. “I would appreciate it if you could help M. Wayne to develop your level of comfort here.” Marinette cringed. Suddenly her presence here made a lot more sense.

“He just needs time to settle into the new environment, but I’ll try to speed the process.” Principal Viosard gave a single nod before exiting. Damian had been at a simmering rage since the encounter with Valerie but there hadn’t been any spikes. She had to wonder what had set him off to go see the Principal.

“M. Wayne?” Malcolm’s confused voice brought her out of her head.

“My soulmate, Damian. He’s… extremely protective of me. I suspect he went to complain about our confrontation with Valerie this morning. Malcolm’s frown turned into excitement.

“Damian Wayne, as in Bruce Wayne’s son?” He was practically bouncing in place.

“Um.. Yes?” It wasn’t supposed to come out as a question but she had no idea why he was so happy about the idea.

“Oh sorry, I’m not… it’s just that it’s sort of a dream of mine to be able to work for Wayne Enterprises. They have one of the best R&D programs in the world. Not that I would try to get in through Damian or anything, I’d just love to pick his brain about the application process. But if that’s not something he’s comfortable with I wouldn’t push it.” He kept bouncing back and forth between excitement and worry. Marinette laughed, she couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know how much he really knows about it to be honest. But once Damian realizes that Valerie and her friends are in the next room, I have a feeling he’ll be spending a lot of time in here with me so you’ll probably get to know him. He’ll be standoffish at first but like I told Principal Voisard, he’ll calm down as long as he doesn’t perceive you as a threat.” Malcolm nodded thoughtfully. She didn’t get the sense that he was being insincere and so far he’d been nice to her.

“I get it. Most of us here have wealthy or influential parents so we understand people cozying up to us for favors and such. Granted the Wayne’s are on a whole different level of wealth so I imagine they have it worse. It must have been quite a shock for you when you found out that he was your soulmate.” Marinette let out an amused snort.

“I didn’t realize who they were at first. They just kept acting surprised that I didn’t react to their last name and I finally asked Damian about it. I had a nice freak out about once he told me though.”  Malcolm started laughing with her.

“As embarrassed as you were, he was probably glad that you didn’t immediately start fawning all over him. I’m sure he’s had more than enough of that.” It was obvious he was speaking from personal experience.

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Can you Please Just Hold me? - Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo

genre: fluff

word count: all of them are between 360-380 words

@skatingempress​ asked: Prompt #16 with Satan and/or Lucifer? 🥺

@obeyme-arkham​ asked: Hii! So I have a bunch of ideas and I hope your ready for them! So can I get prompt numbers 15 and 16 with Diavolo? So he found out that MC doesn't have a good relationship with their father, and he is determined to be the one that they never had. Lol I've always saw dia as a father figure so if its weird for you, you don't have to do it. And also I'm putting my requests from anyone onto a masterlist and if your not okay with that lmk 🙂

Prompts 15.”“I’m right here.” and prompt 16, “Can you just please hold me?”  from this list

author’s note: since there were multiple requests for this prompt, i’ve decided to merge them all together in a sort of reaction-type post, i hope that’s okay! and for diabolo’s i made sure to use both prompts asked for from the prompt list!

if you have any more requests, don’t hesitate to ask!

xoxo moon

Lucifer;

- it had been a long day at R.A.D, and everything seemed to be going wrong

- you tripped up the stairs, dropping all of your books and securing you a seat in detention

- you had forgotten your lunch or beel had eaten it without you noticing, and you hadn’t brought any money with you

- and to top it off, it seemed as if everyone was giving you an attitude today

- you were honestly so exhausted by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to head to lucifer’s office; just straight to bed

- you ended up going into his office anyway, sitting down on the couch he had an closing your eyes.

- “how’s my rebel?”

- “oh, so you heard about my detention?”

- “mammon was having a fit about it on the way home, he nearly popped a blood vessel from laughing.”

- “I don’t want to talk about it”

- lucifer did not dare to press any further, sensing that you were not in the mood to discuss much of anything

- for a while, the sound of his pen signing documents was all that could be heard coming from his office

- you shifted on the couch a few times, not being able to get comfy

- of course, this captured his attention

- “are you alright?”

- “how much paperwork do you have left?”

- lucifer looked at his desk; it was only a small stack, it shouldn’t take him more than an hour to finish.

- “only a little bit.”

- after he had finishes the paperwork, he got up from his desk

- you thought he was coming towards you, but instead, he walked right passed you and out the door

- you groaned, wanting nothing more than your boyfriends attention soon he came back in, and before he could sit back down, you stood up and blocked his way

- you were clearly exasperated

- “what’s the matter?”

- “can you please just hold me?”

- lucifer smiled softly, pulling you into his arms without a second thought

- “it’s quite late…” he said, “and you still haven’t done any homework”

- you groaned into his chest

- he pet your hair softly

- “but…since i just made up our bed for you,  i suppose we can turn in now and do it in the morning, hm?”

Satan;

- you hadn’t been able to sleep at all for the past week

- with your room next to levi’s, and a new multiplayer game being just released, all you heard every night was him screaming through his headset to his teammates

- which , in all honesty, didn’t really bother you

- except for the fact that mammon’s room was on the other side

- mammon had bought a new projector and had decided to start watching action movies at midnight every night

- you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, and it left you highly irritated every morning

- it was the weekend, and you had the option to sleep in

- and yet, because it was the weekend

- it meant that the aforementioned two demons were partaking in their hobbies all hours of the day

- leaving you yet again with no chance to sleep

- after hours of trying, you decided to make the walk to your boyfriends room

- would books be all over his bed? probably

- did you care that you would most likely be sleeping atop the A,D and G issues of the encyclopedia? not at all

- you knocked on his door softly, the sounds from down the hallway already fading from your ears

- “come in” he hummed

- you opened the door to see him sitting on his bed, with a book in his hand

- he smiled at you softly, placing his book on his side table 

- his smile soon dropped, though, as he saw the dark circles underneath your eyes

- “are you okay my love?”

- “i’m exhausted,” you said, falling into his embrace as he stroked your hair gently

- “it is mammon?”

- “and levi,” you said, now wrapping your arms around him, “i haven’t slept in days”

- without a second thought, he wiped the books from his bed a true gentleman and helped you lay down

- he even fluffed his pillow for you

- “is there anything you need?”

-“would you please just..hold me?”

- he smiled, nodding softly as he crawled into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on top of your forehead

- it was the first time in weeks you had gotten sleep, and it was the best sleep you had had in years.

Diavolo;

- You had quickly formed a relationship with Diavolo

- your whole entire life, you lacked a strong fatherly figure to help and take care of you and baby you when needed

- this changed though, once you came down to the Devildom

- like most kids do when their parents are teachers in their school, you found yourself waltzing down to his office

- even during classes, usually excusing yourself for a bathroom break

- and he never stopped you

- usually inviting you to stay for tea, and even reprimanding teachers who raised a question when they saw that you stopped returning to class after leaving

- during your visits to his castle, you even had a designated spot on the couch

- Barbatos knew the way you liked your tea like the back of his hand

- one day, you had been at his home, watching a movie

- when a scene with a child and their father came on

- you began tearing softly, wiping the tears away and hoping that diavolo didn’t notice

- but, of course, he did

- “(y/n), why are you crying? would you like to turn off the movie?”

- he sat next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders

- which made you start crying even more

- you felt comfortable around diavolo, which made you open up about everything

- you never had a strong relationship with your father, often having to navigate the world on your own and without a guiding hand

- hearing this broke diavolos heart

- he squeezed you shoulders

- “hey, I’m right here.”

- which, in turn, made you cry harder

- though he usually felt too flustered watching people cry, and would start freaking out and feeling unsure of what to do

- he knew you needed someone

- and he wasn’t going to leave your side

- “is there anything you need? some tea maybe? i can call barb—“

- “can you please just hold me?”

- the sad, lonely look in your eyes made his heart ache

- he nodded, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you into him without a second thought

- letting you cry into his collar bone

- he’ll have this shirt dry cleaned anyway

- the whole time you were crying, he was whispering affirming things into your ear

- “i’ll protect you from now on, okay, (y/n)? you’re not alone anymore.”

[bitchassbucky]

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Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?