#I’ll See You Fuckers Wednesday
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Diet Diaries
Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam
Monday March 21st-
Andy:
I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our
R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~
Steve:
Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.
Tuesday March 22nd-
Andy:
My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.
Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~
Steve:
Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.
Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.
Wednesday March 23rd-
Andrew:
Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!
Steven:
That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.
Thursday March 24th-
Andrew:
Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!
OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!
Steven:
God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.
It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.
Friday March 25th-
Steven:
Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.
I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..
Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~
Andrew:
Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.
Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)
Saturday March 26th-
Stevie:
Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-
Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!
I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-
And Drew:
Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.
Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.
Sunday March 27th-
Stevie:
Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~
Drew:
My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.
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(i love you) for sentimental reasons
kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (pt. 4)
summary: fate seems to love you and sana being alone together, so do your niece and jihyo.
wc: 8k
warnings: mentions of food ; slight (barely) suggestive(?) ; cursing
pt 1. pt2. pt3.
a/n: thank you all for the kind words and support on this series! it was fun writing it and the support on this has been amazing. thank you and enjoy :-]
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“What would a young teacher usually order at a cafe.” You ask Chaemin, staring at the espresso machine and pondering. The taller, dark-haired barista looks at you, quirks a brow, then yawns.
“Do I look like I’d know what your five-year-old niece's teacher would like?” Chaemin mutters sleepily, “I’m tired, it’s early, and me personally I need something strong as hell to get me through this damn shift. Maybe she needs something strong since she has to deal with so many kids running around?”
“What if she doesn’t like strong, what if she’s more fond of something sweet? What if she prefers tea?”
“Well maybe you should’ve asked her or something, how do you not know what your dream woman likes.”
“I’m not gonna ask my niece to ask her what her favorite coffee is, that’s weird.”
“You already make Hana tell you about her teacher, I don’t think that would make anything different, y/n.” Chaemin sighs, “Look, I have to prepare for that fucker that orders six drinks and complains to me that they’re not made in two minutes every Wednesday morning. You have fun figuring out what to order for this wonder of a woman, but make it quick. I need to prepare at least 7 shots of espresso before that damn regular walks in.” He says, walking past you and over to the coffee bean grinder.
It’s 7:53 in the morning and the form said to meet in the lobby of the school by 8:30. You’re trying to get your daily caffeine in and decided to ask for an extra beverage to give to your nieces' teacher. Is getting a drink for a woman a form of flirting?
“I’ll just get my usual, and then I guess I’ll get something sweeter and I’ll ask her.”
“Okay, so what’s the sweeter thing gonna be?” Chaemin questions, weighing out the coffee grinds for your usual iced americano. You think to yourself for a bit as he tamps the grinds down and puts a filter on,
“Vanilla latte? Hot, since it’s cold out, maybe she would appreciate that.”
“Can’t go wrong with that I guess.” He sighs while pulling a shot of espresso over a cup of iced water.
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You get to the school at 8:23 am, and by the time you’re all parked and in the lobby it’s 8:27.
The lobby is filled with at least sixty kids, probably more. There are four other kindergarten teachers, you assume they’re teachers from the lanyards they wear. At least ten parents are also present, scattered around the lobby with the teachers of their own students. It’s loud and crowded, you wonder if Hana had gotten lost until you look over to the corner to see Hana waving at you, and return the smile at her before making your way to the girl and her class.
Sana watches you with the two coffees in your hand and a smile spread across your face as you walk over to hug your niece, making sure not to spill the beverages. You’re wearing a patched, dark-blue denim jacket and a white t-shirt with a graphic that Sana can’t fully make out, and the t-shirt exposes some of your collarbone, Sana notes. The bottoms you wear are simple, yet effortlessly stylish. You have on washed, dark gray wide-legged jeans that compliment your top, along with black laced loafers to complete the look. Sana thinks you look amazing - Your casual, yet striking style is added to her mental list of what makes you so effortlessly stunning.
After hugging your niece, you make your way over to Sana, the grin that is plastered on your face seems contagious as it makes her grin back. You stand in front of her and greet her with a simple “Hi.” and somehow, her cheeks are already starting to warm up.
“It’s nice to see you, as always,” Sana greets, and you chuckle lightly,
“Yeah, likewise.” You start. The latte that was once about to burn your hands is now at a reasonable temperature, at least one that won’t burn anyone’s tongue (you hope). You look from the latte and back to Sana, “Do you prefer sweet or strong? I stopped by my work and I wanted to get something for you, I didn’t know which you preferred so…” You trail off, looking back at her with uncertainty.
Sana doesn’t know how you’re so perfect.
“Y/n,” She mumbles, looking at the drinks in your hands, “You didn’t have to.”
“I thought you might need some caffeine before working with so many kids you know.” You joke. Sana pauses, you think of her?
She wonders how often the thought of her crosses your mind (which is a lot), and it gives her a little hope in her heart.
“You’re so sweet, Y/n. What are the options?”
“I got a vanilla latte and iced americano. I mean you got an Americano when we ran into each other at the store, but I had to make sure there were options.” You explain, though you realize there are definitely not a lot of options. You'd bring her the whole cafe if you could, just to make sure she could have a beverage that she'd like.
“I’ll take the latte, I like sweet things.” sweet things like you, she thinks to herself. You hand her the warm vanilla latte with a grin before another voice joins in,
“Good morning Sana!” A shorter woman chirps. The woman with the bob has her own hot beverage in her hands, and she’s dressed warmly to fit the weather as it transitions from late fall to early winter.
“Jihyo!” Sana cheers, hugging the woman. You smile at the woman (although your jaw tenses a little. You want to be able to hug Sana like that), and she smiles back after pulling away from the teacher. You examine her outfit; she’s wearing a black coat over a dark form-fitting shirt, and casual blue jeans paired with white tennis shoes to finish the look. She also has a beige bag that is hung on her shoulder and a silver ring on her left ring finger.
Sana looks at the two of you, and she holds back a small giggle looking at your height difference. Jihyo’s head is angled upwards to meet your gaze and even though the woman is shorter – you can’t help but be a little intimidated by such a strong aura: it screams authority.
“Ah, Jihyo, this is Y/n,” Sana says a bit shyly, and the slightly shorter woman with the bob looks back at Sana with slightly raised brows,
“Oh? Is that so?” Jihyo says amusingly, looking back at your taller self. You seem a little smaller under her gaze, and it’s scaring you a little. Jihyo temporarily washes your worries away by sticking her hand out and grinning at you, “I’m Jihyo. Sana has told me a lot about you, it’s nice to meet you in person.”
“She has?” You question, a brow arching. Sana clears her throat and it stops Jihyo from exposing her, though you wanted to know more.
“Y/n, this is Jiyeong’s mom. We used to be roommates,” Sana quickly says. Jihyo just laughs and nods before Sana adds, “Y/n is Hana’s aunt.”
“Oh, you didn’t tell me that,” Jihyo responds with surprise. Jihyo knew your name and that Sana had a really big interest in you, but she didn’t know that you were her daughter's best friend’s aunt. Sana shuts her down before she can say anything more to make her cheeks redden.
You’re confused, to say the least. Sana talks about you? What does she tell Jihyo? Is she into you? You’re thinking a lot of things and you want answers to all the questions you have running through your mind, but for now, you'll have to wait. Sana walks off, face flushed, leaving you and Jihyo to chat with one another.
You look over from Jihyo to her daughter, who is talking to your niece and laughing as they converse.
“My daughter talks about your niece quite often,” Jihyo says, and she’s looking in the same direction as you while she sparks a conversation, “Hana seems like a sweet one, she makes my daughter very happy. It’s nice to meet the one who takes care of her, you must be as kind as Sana says.”
“Thank you,” You respond, turning to see her still looking at the two girls, “Can I ask… What else does Sana say about me?”
“You’ll have to find out yourself.” Jihyo simply states.
Aw, man.
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“This is your chance to talk to Ms. Minatozaki alone! I can’t keep being the one to talk to her and then talk to you! I want to talk to Jiyeong too y’know.”
“Oh.”
“Papa was right, you need to be not shy for once,” Hana sighs, “I thought you said you had the cool genes!”
Ouch.
Hana had insisted that you sit with Sana after giving you a lecture, or was it her just scolding you? Same thing. You realize that you literally got lectured by a five-year-old, it humbled you a bit.
The conversation between you and your niece ended after she gave you a pat on the cheek, fist-bumped you, and let you run off on your own as if she was your own guardian – how ironic.
So, you make your way onto the big yellow bus, looking for the familiar face of someone who you think might be an angel. You wave to her and ask if you can sit next to her, she nods happily. Now you’re closer to Sana than you have ever been, all thanks to that five-year-old, and you’re not too mad about it.
You never fully noticed before, but she smelled really good, not in a weird way or anything – it’s just, she smelled like roses, fruit, and vanilla – it really fits her. Her shoulder was dangerously close to yours, and you figured you’d explode if you guys made even the slightest bit of contact.
Sana is dressed up warmly too; she wears a thick, dark gray cardigan with a white shirt under, and the hem of the shirt peaks from under the cardigan. She’s dressed in casual pants, they’re loose on her legs and just a shade lighter than the cardigan she wears, and to top off the whole look, there are white sneakers that she wears. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail, and some strands fall over her face. She looks beautiful, you might faint right then and there.
Sana looks at you again and tilts her head a bit,
“You’re not sitting with Hana?” She questions, and immediately regrets it after wondering whether it sounded like she didn’t want you next to her, because she definitely did want to be next to you; in fact, you were the only thing she had on her mind last night before she fell asleep. You turn your head to look back at your niece, who’s laughing with Jihyo’s daughter,
“Hana wanted to sit next to Jiyeong. I guess it’s not too bad that she didn’t want to sit with me if I get to sit next to you now.” You say boldly. Sana looks at your expression, you look unbothered and the way you just flirted with her was so smooth it had her blushing from ear to ear. You give her your signature, toothy smile, and she has to take a moment, it makes her look away for a few seconds,
“Your niece kicked you out?” Sana teases, trying to compose herself,
“They grow up so fast.” You sigh playfully. Sana giggles.
The bus driver gives the signal that he’s ready to start heading to the art museum, Sana stands up and starts to talk to the students.
“Alright everyone, I’m going to need you all to use your indoor voices for Ms. Minatozaki. If you do so, we’ll get to the museum quicker, alright?” She announces,
“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!”
“Thank you, everyone. We’ll be there in twenty minutes, maybe less if you all behave, so make sure to leave a good impression on the bus driver and make it easier for him to get there!” Sana finally says. The students respond with another “Yes Ms. Minatozaki,” and the young teacher counts all the kids on the bus, making sure she doesn’t miss anyone. After making sure everyone is all aboard, she signals to the bus driver that they’re all good to go. The bus shifts a bit as it starts, then it starts moving forward.
In an attempt to spark small talk, Sana decides to bring up the weather.
“It’s getting cold, huh.” She mutters, looking out the window. You hum in response, looking in Sana’s direction, but not at the window. Your look stays on Sana’s side profile, and you wonder how every feature on her face is so flawless, whoever made her took their time for sure. Her nose is angled perfectly, and her plump lips are just barely parted as she stares out the window, you could stare at her forever.
Sana turns her head back towards you and you quickly shift your stare to the window to avoid eye contact and to make it seem like you weren't admiring her for the last ten seconds. You clear your throat.
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Thank you for the latte, it was really good. It warmed me up.” Sana says. Eye contact is shared again and you bite the inside of your cheek,
“Anytime. I could uh, bring you more if you’d like?”
“It’s alright, I don’t want to make it seem like I’m using you for coffee.” She laughs, “But I appreciate the offer.”
“Well,” You start, “If you ever change your mind you can always tell me when you see me.” You shrug. Sana smiles at you again, nods, then gives you that look from your lips to your eyes that turns your heart into a beating mess. She looks out the window again and you have to stop yourself from admiring her the whole time.
A few words are shared between the two of you every time Sana spots something pretty, she talks about how it reminds her of things from her past or her friends. You learn a little more about her, she’s so pure and cute it’s heartwarming.
The bus ride goes well.
As soon as the bus comes to a stop, the kids are all rowdy again, however, Sana quiets them down with ease. She simply claps her hand in the same pattern as she would usually do to grab their attention, and they clap their hands in the same pattern back, all eyes are on the young teacher now.
“Alright everyone, we’ve made it! Now, in order for us to get started with our field trip, I’m going to need everyone to be patient and exit as I say. The grown-ups will exit first, then the kids. We’ll go by row and I’ll be the last one out, okay?”
“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!” The kids respond, and you admire how much they seem to trust and adore the teacher.
Getting everyone out of the bus was easy, each kid listened and Sana told the parents to keep them in a group once they had gotten out. Once the disembarking had finished, Sana made sure that everyone was present, taking another headcount. After knowing that no one had wandered away, she smiled and kindly ordered them to follow her.
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After the guides had introduced themselves, given a brief description and synopsis of what the museum offered, and handed out maps, the class was split into groups of four. There were exactly twenty-eight students, seven guardians and/or parents, and Sana. With that amount of people, it was easy to make the groups.
Originally, Hana was set to be in the group that you and Jihyo would watch over, but Hana insisted that you switch with the parent paired with Sana. Jihyo and Hana talked for a few seconds, which you had noticed from the corner of your eye. They exchanged smiles and understanding nods, and whatever they plotted somehow allowed you to be with this wonder of a woman.
And so, you’re with Sana now.
Sana is happy to accept her new partner; in fact, she’s more than happy to spend time with the woman she’s been gushing over for weeks.
The groups decide to pick their own section in the museum to start at and make their way through the whole place from there, making sure to meet in a few hours.
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Your group had seven kids, and each group did. You and the young teacher had stumbled across a certain section with an adult that would give the kids a thirty-minute detailed guided tour, leaving you and Sana to wait alone together and wander around the nearby exhibits. You two would’ve joined in on the tour, but of course, the max capacity was eight people.
You had insisted that Sana should go join, after all, it was her class. Sana, being the caring person she was, had assured you it was okay if she missed the tour and stayed with you. The tour guide had made sure that he would take care of the kids, after all, the exhibit was mainly for young kids like them, and he had dealt with many before.
Fate decided that you two spend more time together, and this time, alone.
“Have you been to this museum before?” You ask.
“No, you?”
“Once.” You mumble, “In high school.”
“You’ve lived here since high school?” Sana questions, suddenly invested. You nod and look at the painting in front of you,
“I’ve lived here since I was in fifth grade, but in the more suburban area, rather than here in the city.” You simply respond.
“Well,” Sana hums, “Maybe you could show me around sometime.”
“W-what?” You practically choke out, a blush creeping to your cheeks.
“I moved here at the beginning of the year, I’m still a bit new.”
“I see,” You begin, trying to recompose yourself, “Yeah, It’s a nice area. I wouldn’t be against the idea of showing you around.”
Sana smiles and turns to face you again, “Maybe you could start by showing me around the museum? We have twenty-five minutes.”
There’s a sudden nervousness that spreads throughout your whole body, as well as a warmth that spreads across your chest. Sana wants you to show her around, and she asks you like it’s a normal request (it is, but you figure it’s not because the person asking is particularly striking).
You nod your head and respond with a small, “Okay.” and her radiant grin grows.
The exhibits were all unique in their own way – some were filled with modern art, some with abstract art, and even some with Renaissance art. Each section had works that were all tremendously striking; however, the most beautiful thing in the museum had been by your side the whole time.
Sana makes her way to a pleasant-looking painting, something floral. Maybe it’s an oil painting? She can’t really tell, but it sure is a wonder. It’s detailed and vibrant, the colors complement each other well with such a diverse color selection. Each stroke seems to have been placed so carefully, every single swipe of paint complimenting the stroke next to it.
Sana stares at the painting with much interest, “This one is beautiful,” she says in awe.
“Very…” you hum, though, you aren’t observing the painting,
Your eyes are fixated on her.
-
The day goes by quickly, unfortunately.
You and Sana aren’t able to indulge in many conversations as you two were busy making sure everyone was still nearby and not running off.
The kids finish the painting activity that was scheduled for them at the end of the trip, and they leave the museum with their hand-crafted art. everything had gone by too fast, you wished it hadn’t, then maybe, you could admire Sana for just a few moments longer.
Sana helps everyone get situated on the bus, so you end up sitting down first and getting the window seat this time. You wait for her.
Sana sighs as she sits down next to you, a bit worn out from the day and keeping everyone in check.
You try to ignore the contact that her shoulder makes with yours when she shifts to get more comfortable in the seat, and you also try to ignore the fact that your knees touch a little, just for the sake of your sanity. Sana seems to be unbothered by the physical touch, and she looks at you innocently,
“I think the kids enjoyed it.” She says proudly, resting her head on the seat. She turns her head a little so that she’s looking at you with the most soft, tender look in her doe eyes, “Did you?”
“Of course.” You say, voice just above a whisper. Of course I enjoyed it, who wouldn’t enjoy their time with a woman like you? You think. Sana lets out another content sigh, and she rests her head against your shoulder a bit, not even bothering to think about how bold the action is, she's too tired and she figures you wouldn't mind – you don't mind at all.
“I’m glad.” she mumbles, and you hope she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest, “Wake me up before we get back?”
“Of course.” You hum lowly. Her eyes close and her weight seems to shift onto your shoulder more. Your cheeks redden and you let out a small breath as you relax into the seat – you couldn’t be any happier.
-
The chaperones and their kids bid their farewells to Sana, though you stay a bit longer since Hana and Jiyeong want to hang out more. Your mind wanders a bit and you can’t help but stare into the distance, and your gaze somehow manages to land on Sana as you remember what she had said: Maybe you could show me around sometime? The words seem to replay in your head, a thought pops up in your mind.
Jihyo looks over to see you in a trance, and she chuckles to herself as she notices what – or, who your eyes are fixated on,
“Did you two have fun?” The shorter woman asks, a smirk tugging at her lips. Your head turns quickly to her in surprise, cheeks turning a bit red as you realize you’ve gotten caught staring. Jihyo laughs at you playfully, shifting her look towards the woman you had been admiring before, “Sana was really excited to be able to spend time with you today.”
“M-me?” You stutter out, mentally punching yourself for such a response.
“You two are oblivious, I could tell from the few interactions I saw.” Jihyo sighs.
You look back at Sana, who’s now walking over with a smile on her lips. She looks at you first, then at Jihyo when she meets with the two of you again,
“Everyone just left, sorry for making you wait, Jihyo.” Sana sighs. Her shoulders are drooping down a bit, and she seems ready to go home and rest again, though this time on her bed and not your shoulder (much to your dismay).
She turns to eye you again, and suddenly she’s full of life, as if the energy that had been squeezed out of her had suddenly come back.
“Ah, y/n. I’m happy that you were able to chaperone. I’ll see you…?” She trails off for you to respond, or in this case, finish her sentence, because she hopes to see you again this week.
“Um, I don’t think I’m picking up Hana for the rest of this week. My shifts go on until five because I took today off.” You explain, “So, next week.” You nod. There’s a familiar thought from earlier that crosses your mind, you avoid the woman’s gaze and try to forget about it.
Sana notices you biting the inside of your cheek and breaking eye contact as if you were about to say something to her. Sana decides to let it be.
“Well, we’ll be going now Y/n,” Jihyo says, almost sighing. She looks you dead in the eye and raises a brow, almost as if she could read your mind earlier, almost as if she were urging you to go through with your sudden thought.
“Yeah… Me too. Um, yeah.” Your words are tumbling off the tip of your tongue from nervousness, “Hana, let’s go. Your dad must be waiting at home.” You finally say, waving to the two women and Jiyeong.
As you depart, Jihyo looks at you slightly disappointed.
-
You’re back in the car after saying goodbye and you stare out the windshield while holding onto the wheel, simply thinking.
The sight of Jihyo and Sana catches your eye from the side-view mirror, and there’s a sudden rush of confidence that takes over.
“Hana, I’ll be back in a bit.” you quickly say.
Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt that refuses to unbuckle due to your nervousness, though you manage and hurry to open your car door, rushing out. You’re trying your best to prepare yourself for whatever the fuck it is that you’re about to do, your jaw tensing up and your hands trying to straighten up the denim jacket you have on. Self-consciousness and worry took over, but you ignore it, you can’t have Jihyo looking at you like you’re a big loser the next time you see her, can you?
So, here you are.
Jihyo notices you first and raises her brows in amusement, Sana notices you after seeing Jihyo’s expression shift.
“Hey, Sana,” You say with a surprising amount of confidence. You clear your throat and your eyes dart to anywhere else but Sana’s eyes, “Can I talk to you for a moment,” You ask, “Alone.” and you practically mumble that last word. Sana tilts her head and Jihyo smiles knowingly,
“I’ll be in the car,” Jihyo says amused, then grabs her daughter's hand with hers, urging her to come with and leave the two of you alone.
You and Sana are alone now, in the middle of a barely filled parking lot.
“Did you need something?” Sana questions. You nod and it takes a bit for you to continue talking, the words in your mouth getting tangled in your tongue.
“Uh, well.” god, you really need to get a grip. “At the museum, you uh, you mentioned, well - you said, you said maybe I could show you around sometime? I mean I can. I hope you’re still up for it, I mean,” You close your eyes out of embarrassment and turn your head to the side a bit, and you really try to compose yourself this time.
“This Sunday, yeah. There’s always a flea market on Sundays, they’re on until around eight. We should go, I mean if you’d like. What I’m trying to say is I’d really like to show you around.” You finally say, you say what you’ve been thinking and you say it without tripping over your words.
“You’re asking me out?” Sana asks playfully,
“You implied that you wanted me to.” You simply say, making eye contact with her again. Now it’s Sana’s turn to be all flustered as she looks up at you. Your eyebrows are slightly raised as you wait for an answer, and her cheeks are dusted a faint shade of pink as you waited for a response,
“So?” You question again,
“I’d love that,” Sana says almost immediately.
“Really? I mean, yeah- yes. Okay, that’s,”
“You’re so cute.” is what Sana says, and it has your heart skipping a beat, Sana’s heart too, “Let me get your number, so you can text me the details?”
“Yeah, here.” You respond, handing her your unlocked phone.
You both exchange numbers, and before departing you can’t help but grin at each other, and you grin at each other for a while.
Mission success.
-
You agree to pick up Sana from her place in the evening around five.
Your fingers tap against the wheel of your car and you tap your foot anxiously as you wait. There’s a sound that’s heard from your phone as it vibrates against the cup holder, and you immediately check to see what it is. There’s a message from the young teacher and your eyes light up immediately as you open it,
Sana
I’m on my way out right now
Can’t wait
y/n
Take your time
Can’t wait to see you
You probably look like a fool who's in love as you read her message, reply, and hit send because you’re smiling at the screen and biting your lip slightly from the rush of excitement that courses through your veins.
Sana shows up a couple of minutes later.
Your eyes widen almost immediately and your cheeks are definitely tinted – no, fully crimson. Your grip on the wheel tightens, and it seems to do so every time you see the wonderful woman. Your heart does flips and beats at an unhealthy rate as you take in everything about her.
She wears something so striking, but slightly casual too. She has on a black blazer, almost a jacket, you think. It’s worn over a black shirt and the tops she wears are complimented by silver jewelry that loops around her neck, sitting just above her collarbone level. She’s wearing dark jeans that are just slightly loose around her legs, and casual sneakers to really top it off.
She’s so incredibly stunning that it makes you wonder if you’re dreaming.
Sana waves as she makes her way over and you’re trying your best to act normal – or at least act like this woman isn’t making you completely lose your cool.
“Hey.” She says, getting in your car,
“Hi.” You say in awe, “You look beautiful.” and that’s just an understatement. You’re unable to look away from her as if your eyes were a moth and she was the flame drawing you in. Sana simply smiles and she’s extremely flattered by your compliment, as well as the way your lips slightly part while you check her out.
“Thank you.” Sana responds as she puts on her seatbelt, “You look really cute.”
You’re going to explode.
“Thanks.” You mumble, quickly turning your head away and back to the steering wheel. Sana plays the passenger princess role too well, with emphasis on the princess part because her looks are something you would expect to see from a descendant of royalty, something in a renaissance painting that has the words 'do not touch' beside it. You adjust the rearview mirror for no apparent reason as it’s already been adjusted, but you’re doing anything to distract yourself from the jaw-dropping sight to the right of you.
As you drive toward the city, there’s the faint sound of a slow romance song playing. The mood is extremely intimate and romantic, you’re having trouble focusing on driving as your heartbeat ups its pace.
It takes about fifteen minutes to get to the flea market area downtown. Fifteen minutes of small conversation and Sana’s gaze on you every couple of minutes.
You two arrive and you turn off your engine, making sure to get out first and open the door for Sana. She gets out and smiles at you sweetly, which makes you smile back. You close the car door for your passenger princess.
The brisk winter air carries a hint of anticipation that invites everyone to immerse themselves in the weekly event. It’s early winter and darkness envelops the slightly crowded, dimmed, and busy streets. the sun had almost set completely, though there are bright lights that illuminate the areas which seem to be hidden away from the lamp posts that lighten up the main streets. Each store and vendor has its own uniqueness, selling different types of items, clothing, accessories, and more.
You and Sana walk towards the flea markets, the space between you two getting smaller and shoulders occasionally brushing every now and then. The two of you explore and interact with any vendor or stand that seems to have anything interesting, which helps you learn about one another.
Sana learns that you have an interest in old rings, silver ones specifically. You buy three silver rings, and it all ended up being ten dollars in total. She learns that you have a liking towards graphic t-shirts; in fact, you buy two while walking around. Sana had picked out both for you, telling you that you’d look cute in them, making your cheeks flush, though your cheeks might've been red ever since you laid your eyes on her.
You buy an old vintage camera and film for less than thirty dollars, and Sana thinks it’s so extremely cute how your face lights up after you purchase the two items, holding them up as if they were trophies you had won.
You learn that Sana seems to love jewelry, and she buys various bracelets and necklaces for herself and even buys one of each for you. You insist that it’s okay and you don’t need it, but you give in when she looks at you with those puppy eyes – you learn that you can’t say no to her. Sana buys a few samples of fragrances, and she explains that she’s always had a thing for collecting different scents, you think it’s adorable.
You’re the one who had asked Sana on this date, but she’s the one who ends up dragging you to every little section that manages to catch her attention. The knuckles that brush against each other lead to the intertwining of fingers and flushed cheeks.
After almost two hours of walking around and exploring, you two decide to relax and get ice cream, even in the cold weather because the two of you are warmed up enough from just being around each other, ice cream won’t hurt anyone.
“Have you tried this ice cream place before?” You ask Sana, who’s taking a picture of the dessert in front of her. She shakes her head,
“No, you?”
“Twice. Once in high school with Johnny and last year with Hana.” You explain, taking a bite from the sweet treat in front of you. It’s matcha flavored, though the sweetness is still there. The strength of the matcha is more prominent than the coconut base, just how you like it.
Sana melts as she takes a bite of her strawberry ice cream, her eyes lighting up and shoulders relaxing. You can’t help but laugh.
“What?” Sana questions,
“You’re just really cute.” You simply say, taking another bite of your ice cream. Sana’s heartbeat quickens. Sana tries to compose herself in front of you, changing the topic of the conversation,
“So,” She clears her throat, “What do you like to do? It’s a cliche and unavoidable question, but other than being a barista do you do anything else?”
“I actually write a little. I used to write for some art articles online, I still do it every now and then.” You explain, “You?”
“Just teaching.”
“Did you always want to teach?”
“Yeah, actually. I’ve always liked helping others and I don’t know, I like encouraging the kids.”
“That’s cute.” You mumble, “You’re so cute.”
The night goes on and you two learn more than just about your interests in occupations. Sana learns that you rock climb every weekend, which explains why you’re so unbelievably athletic looking and toned. She finds your love for cooking and making drinks extremely cute and admirable, it seems as if the more she learns about you, the more she falls for you. She learns that you moved to the city with Johnny when you were 18, and that was the same time Hana had been brought into your life, one of the best things the universe had given to you. You’re the type of person who lives life to experience the beauty the universe has to offer, she thinks that’s amazing.
You learn that Sana had moved with the help of Jihyo and that they had been friends since college, Jihyo was also the reason Sana had landed her current job. Sana shares that she’s an only child, and in contrast to you, she wasn’t the athletic type really. You notice how bubbly she is talking to you, her more professional demeanor had completely broken down and a new, lively side was revealed. Sana is incredibly talkative and she rambles a lot, you think – no, you know you could get used to this.
The night had gone by too fast, Sana is back in your car again and you’ve just reached her apartment complex.
It seems that time spent with Sana seems to go by too quickly, and you hope that there's a chance of being able to spend more than just a couple of hours with her.
“Thank you for everything y/n, I really enjoyed tonight.”
“It’s no problem,” You start, “I’m glad you liked downtown.”
“Maybe you could show me around again sometime? I’d really like to do this again.” Sana says, and her toothy grin is so bright it nearly outshines the lights in your car.
“I’m not against that at all.” and you think you might die right then and there from the way your heart beats, and you want this moment to last forever; just you and Sana together.
“I’ll see you then, text me.”
“Yeah,” you breathe out. She opens the car door and your heart breaks slightly, not ready for her to leave just yet.
Sana seems to have read your emotions because she pauses before she gets out and turns to you.
“Wait,” She begins, “I forgot something.”
Before you ask her what it is that she had forgotten, she seems to answer your question before you can even let any words out of your mouth,
her lips are suddenly on yours.
The contact is sudden and you’re a bit unprepared, but you easily grow accustomed to it and kiss right back, eyes fluttering shut. Sana’s lips are so incredibly soft on yours, and the scent of vanilla and fruit is takes over your senses. Sana pulls away and your lips chase for hers again, and when they meet again it’s like the oxygen from Sana’s lungs had been snatched. Your hand moves to cup her cheek and your shoulders relax in the moment because it feels as if nothing else in the world matters except for her, as if all your worries had vanished just like that. Sana moves her hand to your neck and gently caresses it as you two share a few more soft, slow, and steady kisses, there’s no rush as if this moment would last forever. You two are practically unable to pull away from how much you both like the feeling of each other's lips on one another.
You want to live in this moment forever.
You two finally pull away after what had seemed like forever, though your hands seem to linger on each other a bit and both of your lips are parted slightly. Your lips are still so close that they’re slightly brushing against each other, butterflies are in your stomach and you’re forgetting how to breathe, think, or even function.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you.” Sana mumbles against your mouth, “You’re so cute.”
If you were in a cartoon right now, you’d think your heart would be dramatically beating out of your chest, and your jaw would be on the floor. You pull away a bit and it’s almost impossible to make eye contact with Sana, but you manage to do so anyway.
“I think I might die right here right now.” You mumble, it’s the only thing you can say or think of in the moment. Sana giggles and presses another soft peck on your lips,
“Let’s do this again.”
“Yeah.” You breathe out.
the light from the car shows her flushed cheeks and warm smile as she leans away from you, opening the car door and smiling at you one more time as she closes it. She turns to leave and you’re left in the car alone, your heart beat slowly beating back to its normal pace.
You put a hand on the wheel and grip it tightly, still processing what just happened before smiling to yourself and driving away from the apartment complex.
Sana has you head over heels, and you want to kiss her again and again.
-
Chaemin had been teaching the new high school student that had been hired. He helped her measure out the espresso grinds, telling her how many grams would be needed for whichever drink, and she listened carefully.
“Hello.” A customer beams, Chaemin turns his head.
“Hello, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Chaemin starts, giving the woman a friendly smile, “Eunchae, just measure out the grinds and pull a shot. Give it a try and I’ll be back.” He says to the young, new employee.
Chaemin walks over to the register and taps at the screen. He gives the woman his signature smile and greets her,
“Hi, what can I get started for you?”
“Oh, I’m not ordering, I was just wondering if y/n was here?”
Chaemin quirks a brow, “Y/n?”
“Yeah, she should be off in ten minutes, no?”
“She’s off soon, just putting stuff in the back. You are...?”
“Sana.”
Ah.
“So you’re the woman she’s been gushing over.” Chaemin laughs, “God she has not stopped talking about you since she met you.”
Sana’s smile grows a bit from the sudden remark and she laughs,
“I see… That’s sweet.”
“You had her going insane for three months.” Chaemin jokes playfully, “I’m glad she finally found a way to ask you out. I haven’t heard her complaining as much about not being able to take you out for about two months or something, though she’s still always gushing about you.”
Sana and Chaemin talk about you for a bit, laughing at your antics and Chaemin decides to tease you here and there. The two get along very well, and Sana is very happy about that.
“You know one time, I think, maybe before you two started dating? She came in the morning and asked me what a ‘young teacher usually order at a cafe’ and I swear she almost-” Chaemin gets cut off when you push him aside, pushing his face away with your hand and squishing his cheeks. He groans.
“Alright that’s enough.” You say, embarrassed. “Whatever he said, do not listen.”
Sana giggles and it’s time for you to stop being annoyed by Chaemin and start smiling at the girl you’ve been with for almost three months now. Chaemin narrows his eyes at your sudden mood change, scoffing playfully.
“Hi, Sana.” You say all giddy, “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by,”
“I wanted to see you. It’s also Friday, maybe we could-”
“Yes.” You cut her off, “I’m down for whatever.”
Chaemin rolls his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, “You’re so-”
“Go back to teaching Eunchae.” You retort, narrowing your eyes and Chaemin can't lie you look scarier than usual, you are infatuated with this woman.
“I’m not letting this go.” Chaemin finally sighs, walking back over to Eunchae.
Your attention is back on Sana, who’s smiling at you, “Dinner?” she asks,
“Yeah.” you respond, “Where?”
“My place?” Sana suggests, you nod,
"Let me get my stuff and I can drive us."
"Okay." She beams.
-
You two grow extremely fond of each other after spending more time together as a couple. Three months of being together turned into four months, six months eight, and suddenly you’re together for a year. Each and every second that passed by while you were with her is another moment that you had fallen more in love.
You love Sana for so many reasons.
She's the only one you want to see when you roll over in the morning, the only one you want to kiss awake after intimate nights after seeing her with her oh-so-messy hair flowing down in different directions around her. You love to carry her to your now shared living room and set her on the couch while you make her coffee, her giving you the kisses you can never get enough of, ones that you reciprocate and smile into. You love her radiant smile and the way her nose scrunches up when she giggles at you for slipping and falling on accident, you love the sound of her high-pitched giggles so much that you would purposely slip and fall over and over again just to hear her laugh again and again.
As you grow more attracted and attached to Sana, the physical aspects of her seem to disappear for a moment, you fall for not just her outside beauty, but all the internal aspects. You’re in love with how comfortable she makes you feel – you can sit in silence for hours and there are no words that need to be said because you two simply just enjoy each other's presence. You’re in love with how caring she is, she naturally is a caring person, she always has been. She’s always looking after kids at her job, making sure they’re all satisfied and happy – then she comes home to you, making sure you’re loved, and you return the favor. She’s beautiful not because of the way her features fit perfectly on her face, but because she makes you feel so giddy and happy. She makes you smile and that’s the thing that really makes her so captivating.
You’re in love with all of her, from her physical beauty to her caring heart. She is the one who you love so tenderly, so warmly, you love her and it’s real, genuine, and you don’t think you could ever love anyone the way you love her.
Sana also loves you for many reasons. She’s been in love with you since the day she saw you – whether she knew it or not.
The first time Sana had woken up next to you she knew she wanted to be with you forever.
Her nose was buried in the crook of your neck and her arm was lazily thrown across your chest while her legs were tangled with yours. The only thing that was heard that morning was your slow, labored breaths, and Sana could feel your chest rise up and down with each one. A smile had formed on her lips as she traced your jawline, her heart fluttered and the moment was so simple, yet so soft. Sana wanted to live in the moment forever.
Sana loved you because you were there when she needed a pillar of support, you were her pillar of support. She loved you because you loved and cared for everyone important to you, whether it was your parents, Johnny, or Hana, you loved them all so deeply and it was so genuine that it made Sana so incredibly happy to realize that you would love her as much as you loved them – it’s almost as this love that you had for everyone you cared about was the most precious thing in the world, and she was someone you shared it with.
Sana loved the late-night drives with you, humming softly to the romantic music that would play. She loved the way you’d mumble sleepily in the morning, your cheek squished against the pillow, it was a cute sight. She adored you when you would pull her aside and serenade her to slow songs in the living room during the evening, and she loved when you'd cook or make coffee for her, how you’d kiss her as she fell weak to your touch, and so many other things that not enough words could ever describe.
Sana felt so lucky to have you in her life, she was so glad that your niece had her as a teacher because if she didn’t she wouldn’t have met you. You were so glad that Hana had helped you get to know her kindergarten teacher, you were so glad that Johnny had that business trip because it allowed you to meet Sana.
You’re so glad that a five-year-old helped you meet the love of your life, you're so damn glad.
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some headcanons about dating timeskip!Kenma please!!
thank you Anon, I would absolutely love to share some stuff about this beautiful boy~ As always, feel free to send any other requests you got, I’ll be more than happy to share my thoughts~
status: unedited
word count: 1.4k (damn that’s the most I’ve written in a hot minute)
warnings: cursing, pure fluff, mentions of weed, crackfick a little suggestive? Idk man I’m sleepy
wrote this instead of studying for my physics final exam😋
🩵Aged Up Kenma Headcannons🩵~
Ok first off we gotta get the basic facts down. This boy may be sweet as sugar, but he’s also one lazy mother fucker. And For the most part, I’d say that he really doesn’t change much from when he was a kid. The most I can say about him, is he definitely is a lot more confident being in front of people, ( I mean that’s kinda his job now, but bear with me) and has become less awkward around people. Very different from when he first met Hinata, he can actually hold a good and relaxed conversation now. That’s not to say he isn’t introverted anymore, (he definitely still would rather be at home) but he is more confident in himself to be able to actually be able to engage with someone. Is he gonna go out of his way to talk to someone? Hell no, but he can at least handle being approached without overthinking and triggering his anxiety.
This definitely also translates to his relationship with you. You still will have be the one who makes the first move, or at least initiating conversations.
But one things for sure, once he likes you, he loves you. Like wanting to wife you up regardless of gender. And I feel like, (later on in the relationship ofc) if you ever had kids, he would be the best most present dad ever. Like he wouldn’t be a house husband, (his YouTube gig is completely paying for your mortgage) but because the majority of what he does has him, stream for like an hour, go on call for a few minutes, or just edit his videos for a bit, he would be able to make a lot of time for any and all children he has. But that’s way later on in the relationship.
Once he’s comfortable in the relationship with you, I can definitely see him involving you in his content. Not like a whole boyfriend and girlfriend couples channel, but like a once a year “reacting to fucked up shit with my girl” type beat.
And since we’re on the subject of content, <<<<<<<<
Like imagine having the most shitty day possible and you come home to your boyfriend streaming COD or some shit. You just face-plant into the bed next to him and he snaps his head towards you.
”shit baby you good?” he asks as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you concerned as you mumble angrily. He recognizes the nonverbal gestures and just pats his lap with a quick, “c’mere baby,” and hugs you, letting you muzzle your face into his neck away from the camera, and wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, before he kisses you head and say, “gimme ten more minutes to finish this and we’ll order some takeout k?”. He gives you the most sincere and adorable smile ever sending butterflies not only to you, but all his fans watching, as he smiles and goes back to playing like nothing happened, the chat going wilddddddd. (My gay ass heart go brrrrrr)
I know for a fact that somewhere out there in haikyuu internet, there is a corny ass edit of y’all doing that shit, trust. (I need to keep my slang outta here man 😭)
ok, getting off the sidetrack, kenma is still like rlly introverted. Like his ideal date is just sitting at home watching some cheesy studio ghibi movie (His favorite is the boy and the heron, fight me on that, it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.)
If not some cute Disney movie, I also feel like he’d be into like some mystery or like not quite horoscope stuff. Like I feel like he would really be into Wednesday. If he had to watch an actual horror movie, I feel like I’d be like some of the older ones like scream or Nightmare on elm street type shit.
Speaking of scream, I feel like at least once yall would have to do the ghostface couples costume thing. Like I feel like this would just suit him so well. Idk my brains just going feral on it right now. (This was supposed to have a link attached, but it kept fuckin up and I’m to lazy to deal with it so just look it up, the couples version, it’s hot af)
aside from the specific stuff that I know people hate reading, the next thing you gotta know about this version of kenma is he is a TEASE. Like not even like an NSFW type tease. Just like a “he’s an ass but I love him.” Like when he was younger I feel like he was too nervous and flustered to point that kinda stuff out. But now? Man is a menace and a half. The type of dude to be like, “I have no idea how your ass fits in those shorts. Oh no, you’re not taken them off now~” or like the most basic annoying shit like bro fuck off and let me cuddle you in peace without being annoying. Like, he’d be like, “ damn someone’s neady today~ you tryna fuck me in front of everyone?” Like bro stfu I’m just tryna cuddle. Either that or he’d call you clingy for returning the affection he initiated. Like bro, quit being a lil bitch and let me be happy you butt muffin.
Man is putting full pussy into annoying you. He’s the type of guy to call you the most vile, disgusting, cringe ass nicknames, specifically to piss you off. You need him to take out the trash? “Yes my Pookie Wookie McSmoo Moo bear~” *gags while writing this* You’re yelling at him for some stupid thing, “I sorry my sugar booger~.”
Yeah this part is real OOC, and I was gonna write more but I physically cannot bring myself to do it so anyway, his other 3 favorite things to annoy you by calling you is, Cutesie Poopsie, Shnookums, and side piece #2. (Bro I just gave myself the ick)
Beige flags aside, he does have some green ones . For example, he’s a fabulous listener. Like, you just wanna rant and yell about your day? C’mere babes, he already got fluffy blankets, stuffies, and fluffy socks at the ready. You just wanna cry in piece? Looks like his lap has a vacant spot, he can play games and scratch your head at the same time. #bbgtreatment (regardless of gender. If tumblr has taught me anything it’s that nobody is to thug to be bbg, can I get an amen?🙏 )
The more comfortable he is with you, the more he will make jokes, but in the most monotone voice ever. Like you could be ranting to your bestie on the phone like, “I forgot my umbrella at work… yeah I’m soaked,” and you just hear him from his corner calmly shouting “that’s what she said,” not even turning away from his game, as if it was natural to him. It’s always so easy to talk with him, unless it’s about his problems, but we ain’t gon talk about that rn, I’m feeling too fluffy.
There is one thing that I absolutely have to address for this man though. The average female height in my country is 5’4. And Kenma is only 5’6. Chances are, he’s not gonna be towering over you or nothing. Especially if you a tall specimen like me. (AFAB but gender is a construct yolo on those hoes). So chances are, this mf is for a fact, stealing your clothes. No article of clothing is safe. Hoodie? Sorry boo he got cold streaming. T-shirt? None of his were clean. Miniskirt? Onlyfans- He was pulling a Gojo sorry 😋
Tbh I don’t see him ever really having a wedding, or really ever getting married. Too much social interaction and attention on him. Gross. The most I can see him doing is, one night while y’all smoking pot or something, being like “yo wanna get married?” He wants to be with you forever without the government getting involved, but hey, times are tough, and marriage helps with tax returns. So y’all just kinda go to the courthouse, get it done, then fly off to some place to elope.
in all Kenma is just a great loyal guy, who is the biggest pain in your ass, but the biggest cutie patootie this side of the nuthouse.
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hope y’all enjoyed, this was so fun to write, if you liked this and want more content like this make sure to request and check out my other stuff. Love y’all bastards, Thots and Enby Hots🩵
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The call couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time.
You had just sat down for an episode of Community. Not even 3 minutes in, hand resting on top of an almost full bowl of potato chips, your phone lit up.
Lemon: pick us up
Lemon: now
Lemon: please
Lemon: <3 or whatever the fuck
If the other cars on the road could see smoke coming out of your ears, they wisely didn’t say anything. You pulled over in front of what was probably the grossest (yet cheapest) dive bar in all of London, which had recently gotten a new makeover to the tune of a smashed window and several broken seats both inside and outside the bar. And most notably, the two headaches that you call your roommates.
Lemon stuck his elbow into Tangerine’s ribs at the sight of your beat up Toyota Camry. With a certain amount of wincing from Tangerine, and sheepish-yet-still-angry glances from Lemon, they started to walk over to you. This was not the first time this had happened. The bar owner (a pre-calc classmate of yours from school that was held back a couple times, but that barely matters here) had stopped calling the police, knowing that the pair would be back the next day to put things in order for him. They may be heathens but they didn’t completely disregard the service industry.
Lemon opened the back door of your car and loaded up his companion into the seats, swiping away the various candy wrappers and assorted animal figurines you had floating around back there. Tangerine let out a low grumble, bringing a hand up to gingerly massage at his rib cage.
“Fucker threw me through a window.”
“I can fucking see that.”
Lemon climbed into the seat next to you, and you swiftly, while also obeying traffic laws, pulled away from the wreckage and started home.
“Honestly don’t know what he was thinking. He was being a prick the whole night. Would’ve thrown him out the window myself, to be honest.” Lemon was desperately trying to get into your good graces, but you kept your eyes focused squarely on the road in front of you.
“I can’t believe you two,” you huffed out. “Honestly, what the fuck.” You snuck a glance at Tangerine out of the rear view mirror, who was looking notably morose, yet still clearly a bit fired up from the whole ordeal. “Are you okay? You fucking idiot, don’t even think about lying to me.”
“Ribs.”
“I’ll look at them when we get home.”
Lemon moved to change the music playing, but you slapped his hand away.
“George Harrison stays on.”
He quieted down after that, seemingly content to listen to you quietly seethe. The track switched to “Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.” while Tangerine poked at his abdomen and quietly groaned. You knew in your heart of hearts that you were unequipped to properly treat whatever he had gone and done to himself. Tomorrow you would call your friend in med school to walk you through the motions, but tonight it was bandages and pain killers for him. Maybe an ice pack or two.
“I’ll get him inside,” Lemon nudged your forearm before leaving from beside you, hoisting his brother out of the car amidst various British-sounding curses (let’s be clear, from both of them, how typical). Giving them a moment, or more accurately giving yourself a moment, you leaned your forehead against the steering wheel and took some measured breaths. You knew once you properly cooled off, you’d be left with a rather embarrassing nervous vulnerability. Not to say you’d never gotten emotional in front of them, they saw you when you were a scraggly awkward teen and by some miracle that didn’t put them off, but now that you were all older you couldn’t help but become hyper aware of the growing differences between you and the two of them. You were wary with how you were finding scarier weapons in Tangerine’s room, or how Lemon started talking about gory ways to make extra money. You weren’t going to stop them, but goddamn it you were allowed to worry.
A rapping at your window knocked you out of you spiraling. “You comin’ out?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You scrubbed at your cheeks and stepped out of the car. “He still cogent?”
Lemon huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, for now.” He paused, before pulling you into a hug. “Listen. I know shit’s difficult right now, and we’re both fucking idiots. We don’t like making you worry.”
You tucked your face into his shoulder, letting yourself be held for at least this small moment.
“I just need you two to be okay.”
You leaned back, swiping at any stray moisture that may or may not have collected under your eyes. He swung his arm around your shoulders, rubbing his knuckles into the top of your head, just like when you were 10. For now, that would be enough.
#bullet train#bullet train x reader#tangerine x reader#lemon x reader#tangerine bullet train#lemon bullet train#nobody comment on which brother I’m biased towards#I mean uhhhh#I love both of my sons equally
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forty days and forty nights (day nine!)
(woahh day nine look at us go!!)
(read them all here!)
the next day at work, which was a saturday, you found yourself especially looking forward to bakugo’s appearance. you felt like you’d become friends with him— real, actual friends— after going to the party with him and kirishima. it was incredibly exciting.
you didn’t have many friends. it’s not like you minded; you liked being able to make your own plans and have time to yourself. but you were always accepting of new friends, particularly those that were your age— most of your current friends (more like close acquaintances) were twice as old as you, maybe even three or four times. so when you got home last night from the party, you were positively glowing, a rush of excitement washing over you (it helped that all of your new friends seemed like the type who were incredibly popular in high school; the kind of people everyone wanted to be around. and pro heroes. that helped too.) mina had actually texted you, asking you to hang out the following wednesday, which you happily agreed to.
you were snapped out of your thoughts by the familiar chime of the sweet little bells that announced the arrival of a customer. bakugo was grumbling, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he entered.
“are you doing alright?” you asked, already ringing him up.
“just fuckin’ exhausted.” he muttered. “make it a large today.”
“okay.” you hum, voiding the transaction and finding it the tiniest bit irksome that the one day you don’t ask for his order is the one day he changes it. you quickly brushed the feeling away. what a dumb thing to be irked by. “go ahead and sit down, it’ll be right out.” bakugo grunted an annoyed “don’t tell me what to do”, but obliged.
“is it from the party last night?” you ask as you hand him his coffee, which he promptly takes a drink from.
“yeah. those fuckers wouldn’t shut up in the group chat after it was over.” bakugo tched.
“ah, they must have kept you up, then.” you said sympathetically.
“no shit.”
“hey, speaking of, is mina a pro hero, too?”
“yeah.”
“what’s hero hero name? and her quirk?” you pressed.
“her quirk’s acid, and her hero name’s pinky.” he answered somewhat reluctantly.
“so do you call all your friends by their hero names?” you immediately regretted asking. after all, bakugo called kirishima shitty hair.
“hell no.” bakugo scoffed. “i called her pinky in high school and she made it her damn hero name after her first pick was rejected.”
“what was her first pick?” you ask curiously.
“alien queen or some dumb shit like that.”
“was dynamight your first pick?”
“no. they rejected my first two.” bakugo scowled, recalling the memory darkly.
“what were they?”
“lord explosion murder and king explosion murder.” you stared at him, dumbfounded.
it sounds exactly like your current one!! you wanted to scream, but you were too busy holding in your laughter.
“if you laugh, i’ll kill you.” bakugo hissed.
“i’m— i’m not laughing.” you managed to say between gasps, holding your hand to your mouth to block any sounds from coming out.
“i can see your shoulders shaking!” bakugo shouted.
“they’re not!” you didn’t even try to make your lie sound convincing.
“yes they are!”
“okay, okay, changing the subject now,” you snickered. “where did you go to high school?”
“hah?” bakugo seemed almost offended that you didn’t know what high school he went to. “ua. the best hero school.”
“i went to middle school with someone who went there, i think.” you mused airily. bakugo narrowed his eyes.
“who?”
“his name was monoma. neito monoma?” you guessed, not quite knowing his full name. bakugo immediately looked irked.
“that asshole…” he seethed.
“yeah, he had an ego to him.” you reminisced. “but there was this girl who always managed to subdue him.”
“they were annoying as fuck. they were in class b.” he spat.
“were you in class b?”
“hell no!” bakugo seemed offended at this also. “i was in class a. the best.”
“ahh, right.” you nodded as though this were obvious from the start.
“shut up.” bakugo grumbled, taking another sip of his coffee.
“so how was work?” you decide to change the subject. you were having to do this an awful lot today, you noticed. he seemed especially grumpy.
“tiring as shit.” he tched.
“did you get any villains?” you smiled. you figured that if he was feeling down, an ego boost would make him feel better. he looked up from his coffee. you had him hooked.
“…yeah.” he answered. “yeah, i did.”
“how many?” now he grinned that vicious grin of his that could, frankly, be borderline sadistic.
“twelve. beat their asses. they didn’t even stand a chance.” he boasted.
“obviously.” you smiled, leaning against the counter, “because you’re the number one hero.”
“you’re damn right i am.” bakugo smirked. “one of ‘em tried to flee like a little bitch when he found out i was gonna beat his ass.”
“did he really?” you laugh. “you’ve got quite the reputation, then.”
“damn right i do.” you found yourself smiling as bakugo answered. sure, his ego was more blown up than the villains he’d encountered today, but you were happy he was at least feeling better. “i’m number one, ain’t i?”
“that you are.” you confirm. bakugo downed the rest of his coffee.
“yeah, well, i’ve gotta go.” he stood up. he narrowed his eyes and looked away, scowling. “thanks for the coffee, i guess.”
ah, he thanked you.
“of— of course.” you stammer, not expecting him to actually thank you but recovering quickly nonetheless.
“yeah, whatever.” bakugo turned to leave, then looked back at you briefly. he didn’t say a word, but you smiled and waved. he scoffed, looking annoyed. but he waved back, and you could see the barest trace of a smile tugging at his lips.
“are you doing alright?”
“just fuckin’ exhausted.”
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the group chat chronicles (2)
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a/n: sorry i got a little carried away with this one, it’s kinda long!
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wednesday, july 6th
[10:26 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
let’s tell scary stories
[10:28 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
nigga what are you?
10
[10:30 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
10 inches deep in yo bitch
[10:31 pm] sunni ☀️😝
LMFAOOOO 💀💀
[10:33 pm] jack 🥹💝
me personally
i’m not taking that
[10:36 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
jack baby
be quiet
they gon get on your ass and i’m not defending you
[10:38 pm] jack 🥹💝
wow
way to defend me y/n 🤨🤨🤨
[10:40 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
i love you stinka
buy me a telfar bag plz?!
[10:42 pm] jack 🥹💝
what size and what color
[10:44 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
medium and baby blue
[10:46 pm] sunni ☀️😝
kick them out bruh
im not tryna see them on no lovey dovey shit
[10:48 pm] jack 🥹💝
— replied to you
ordered
[10:50 pm] jack 🥹💝
— replied to sunni
shut up
we know you miserable
[10:53 pm] sunni ☀️😝
y/n get ya boy
[10:55 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
i have nothing to do w this
[10:56 pm] avatar copelan 💨
fights brewing 😛
[10:58 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
never did i believe the last airbender would be one to instigate a fight
[11:00 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
well isn’t there a first time for everything
[11:00 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
true
let’s go explore some shit
[11:01 pm] sunni ☀️😝
explore what exactly
[11:02 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
abandoned house
haunted house
abandoned hospital
[11:03 pm] jack 🥹💝
that’s that white people shit
[11:04 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
i did not expect that
but you got it with the abandoned hospital
[11:06 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
so the haunted house didn’t strike you as odd?
[11:08 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
no
[11:09 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
…
imma kick you in yo ass bro
[11:10 pm] sunni ☀️😝
🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼
[11:12 pm] avatar copelan 💨
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
[11:13 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
nvm druski
copelan don’t make me get on yo ass
you shouldn’t be talking
i shouldn’t be able to stick a plunger to your head and be able to pull you along with it
[11:15 pm] jack 🥹💝
y/n 😭😭😭😭
[11:16 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
yeah the plunger got it 😭😭😭
[11:17 pm] sunni ☀️😝
y/n gotta be one of the funniest fucking people i’ve ever met 😭
[11:18 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
sunni ☀️😝 removed urb 😛🤲🏽 from the conversation.
[11:20 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
HELP MEEEE 😭
add that man boy back, he gon start blowing up everyone’s phone in a minute 
[11:21 pm] jack 🥹💝
fine 🙎🏼♂️
jack 🥹💝 added urb 😛🤲🏽 to the conversation.
[11:23 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
so are we actually doing this abandoned house shit
[11:25 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
yes.
yes we are.
[11:26 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
🧍🏽♀️🙎🏽♀️
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you, jack, urb, and sunni all got out the car as you stepped down onto the run down road. “now if one of you goofy fuckers trip and fall, im leaving you behind.” you stated as you grabbed the flashlights from the back of jack’s jeep.
jack, urb, and sunni had looked at you as if you’d said something outrageous. “y/n, you cannot be serious.” jack told you, trying to reason with you.
you side eyed him and then closed the trunk. “what you should be worried about is how your car keys ended up in my pocket.” you said as you held them up and watched jack frantically check his pockets.
you snickered as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek before slipping the keys back into his pockets.
pulling away, you turned around and tossed the other flashlights to sunni and urban. “where the hell is druski, cope, and ace?” sunni asked as he leaned up against the car.
both you and jack shrugged before you leaned into jacks side and hugged him tightly.
the night was pretty chilly and jack told you to wear one of his jackets but you insisted that you’d be fine wearing a sweater. but he knew you all too well, so he always kept a few sweaters in his car.
—
“y/n your big headed ass doesn’t listen, i’m telling you, you should wear a jacket.” jack told you while getting ready.
you waved him off, “pssh, i’ll be fine, thank you very much!” you said nonchalantly.
jack sat on the bed and just looked at you in disbelief, “ight, so when your ass gets sick, i don’t wanna hear it.” he told you.
“man whatever, i’ll thug it out.” you snickered.
“oh my god baby can you get me some tea please? my throat is hurting really badly. can you also get me a blanket? i’m really cold and i also really need ..” you picked up a pillow and hit him with it as he dramatically fell over.
“first off jack, i don’t sound like that and second of all, do i really act like that?” you genuinely asked, jack huffed into the comforter as he replied with a somewhat incoherent, ‘yes’.
you laughed to yourself and shook your head.
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you watched as cope’s car pulled up. you were surprised to see clay hop out the car along with druski and cope.
you smiled seeing clay, “now why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were going on a lil adventure!” clay said as he walked up to the rest of you.
“you know i didn’t think you would want to roam around an abandoned hospital.” urban laughed as he dapped up clay.
you all talked for a good minute before all entering the hospital. “i say we live-stream this.” druski said rubbing his hands together like he was up to no good.
“alright now, just so you know, if i hear any type of scream or growl, im booking it out this bitch.” sunni said as he shrugged.
“agreed.” you said as urban looked lost like he’d just seen a ghost, “look we didn’t have to do it, we can go home!” you laughed.
druski pulled his phone out and started live-streaming on instagram. “ight we back with a special ‘coulda been’ records live, we’re streaming live from waverly hills sanatorium.” he said proudly.
“do you have to slap ‘coulda been’ on everything you do?” you asked him. “yes.” he said, but as soon as you asked that, you all heard a scream with heavy footsteps following behind it.
everyone looked at each other as you all stood in fear, “don’t tell me that was a scream.” cope said as he narrowed his eyes at urban as he quickly put his hands up in defense.
then another scream but this time the scream got louder and closer.
you swore that you’d never run faster in your life.
“Y/N WHERE ARE THE KEYS?” jack yelled after you.
“I DON’T KNOW I GAVE YOU THE KEYS WHAT THE FUCK.” you screamed as you made it to the car.
“JACK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” urban yelled.
“I’M DOING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN.” jack yelled back.
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO THIS GOOFY SHIT.” sunni yelled as you all quickly jumped in the car.
“JACK YOU BETTER PULL OFF RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.” you said while looking around and checking that clay, druski, and cope had safely made it into the car and thank god they did because you wouldn’t believe the sight you were seeing.
a woman dressed in an all white dress with blood and dirt all over it. her hair was covering her face, no visible face features.
“jack drive off.” urban told him.
“if she hops on the hood of this car i’m never taking to you ever again.” you told jack. the woman began began approaching the car slowly but surely she gradually made her way closer and closer to the ground as she began crawling. that’s when jack made the decision to put the cs in reverse and back up as quickly as possible and high tail it away from the hospital.
—
“never again are we ever listening to your crazy ass.” jack said to urban as you all gathered on the couch of you and jack’s house.
“and i would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” urban cheesed.
“shut that shit all the way up.”
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#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow concepts#bf!jack#jackharlow#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow imagines#anon#jack harlow fluff
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Obey Me x Supernatural : You’re summoned to the Devildom but Winchesters are your brothers
A/N: This was wild but I enjoyed writing this SO much! I have more ideas for Obey Me x Supernatural!
Warning: Swearing
you were on a hunt with Sam & Dean
just investigating some ghost business
and next thing you know, you’re being teleported away
last thing you hear is Dean aggressively yelling for Cas
and Sam tries to grab you but he’s too late
and now you’re standing in some room
surrounded by a bunch of dudes
well alright
this was not how you wanted your Wednesday to go, but you’re not mad
they were all kinda hot
WAIT
is this what heaven looks like?
did you die?
shit, one of your brothers are gonna sacrifice themselves to bring you back
Damn it, Dean/Sam!
It was your turn on the sacrifices
“Welcome to the Devildom!”
Devildom?
So this wasn’t heaven?
Damn it.
Didn’t Sam and Dean both go through hell literally in Hell?
did you touch some bewitched object?
well it’s alright, you’ve got your bag on you filled with everything you may need to protect yourself
“This has been a nice meeting, but I would like to go back.”
yeah from the exchanging of glances, that wasn’t going to happen
fuck
well, you were probably fine
you pretty much talked through the going-ons of the red head
oops
“My name is Diavolo.”
Diavolo? Alright
Kinda sounds like Diablo
that’s suspicious
“I’m the ruler of all demons, and here all know of me.”
???
what was this dude even going on about?
Crowley rules hell
“And someday soon, I’ll be crowned king of the Devildom.”
Where the fuck was Crowley anyways!?
Wait first things first
“Why am I even here?”
“I will explain it to you.”
Well.
Wait until Sam & Dean find out that you’ve met the hottest men in the entire world
“This is Lucifer-”
Excuse you?
Lucifer?
The one who possessed your brother?
“He won’t be when I’m done!”
you’re literally restrained by one single fellow who just kind of picked you up by the scruff of your shirt
you just see red
“LUCIFER YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU TORTURED BOTH OF MY BROTHERS! I WILL KILL YOU!”
and you saw Lucifer transform?
What the heck?
this was new
and honestly you don’t understand why the blonde one is laughing hysterically to the point he falls to the floor (you learn later that this is Satan)
it boils your blood
???
You’re so lost
and pissed
“Tell me what is going on, why Lucifer is her and not in his prison or else I will use my holy water.”
It isn’t long before the big buff fellow (who you learn later is Beelzebub) put you down at the behest of Diavolo
and for your safety, you draw a salt circle around yourself
you listen to Diavolo explain the Devildom and that you were summoned to be a transfer student
well, that’s not very hell, is it?
actually this doesn’t sound like your world or your version of hell at all
and this Prince of the Hell, er, the Devildom was…good?
What?
and he wants to reunite the three realms?
honestly you had to commend the guy
“If no one’s going to attempt to kill me, is there any way I can get in touch with my brothers? They’ll find a way to get here and I don’t imagine that’d be pretty.”
“No apology?”
“None, Luci. I don’t trust any of you.”
“How about we do some introductions.” (Diavolo)
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Writing Prompts
1. Ignorance is a disease so back up asshole, I ain’t trying to catch your germs
2. “Look around, what do you see? Nothing? Yeah, cause that’s how many fucks were given!”
3. “Your hot temper makes for a great heater.”
4. “You’re the cum drop your mother should’ve swallowed.”
5. “Don’t speak please, you’re lowering this whole neighborhoods IQ.”
6. “I’m in shock, see I’m wearing a blanket.”
7. “Fallings just like falling expect with a more permanent destination in mind.”
8. “Super weird.”
9. “Bitch don’t kill my vibe.”
10. “Flex tape, stronger then your relationship.”
11. “Bippity Boppity back the fuck up.”
12. “If I had a dollar for every time I was called ugly I’d be broke cause bitch, I’m gorgeous.”
13. “You think you got problems with me, but baby I don’t even think about you. You mad at everything I do, but what are you up to I haven’t a clue. Cause baby you’re dead to me, how can I be dead to you? You’re looking way too obsessed.”
14. “Leave me alone you little fucker.”
15. “God this is so fucked up.”
16. “Older shits teach littler shits shit the elder shits should’ve taught them.”
17. “When we get in here don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, don’t ask for shit, because we ain’t getting it.”
18. “Be careful who you call a child because you know what that makes you? A pedophile! And I’ll be damned if I sit here and be lectured by a pervert!”
19. “Bold of you to assume I even think.”
20. “I will destroy you on this court yard, I will ruin all that you love, slaughter your hopes and your dreams. I will rip you limb from limb and stand over your fallen corpse, and once that is all over I will laugh at your misery. I will be your demise!”
21. “You guys are pros right? Then why does it feel like I’m going against toddlers that barley knows how to walk right?!”
22. “Thanks, it’s the trauma.”
23. “You better not disrespect me because who you gonna send to check me?”
24. “After all these hands are rated E for everybody!”
25. “Speak for yourself. At least I don’t have more conversations with the memorial statue then with actually people.”
26. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”
27. “I’m not really a murderer but when I play GTA 5; I turn into Jeffery Dahmer.”
28. “Being jealous is a disease, get well soon bitch.”
29. “ I know I’m handsome but having you stare at me is kind of a turn off.”
30. “No matter what it is, I always get what I want.”
31. “Cause I was born with this pretty face, so of course only pretty things can be worn by me.”
32. “ If I wanted to kill myself I will climb up your ego and jump to your IQ level.”
33. “Would you let me make a dildo of your penis?”
34. “Ya know, talk shit get hit?”
35. “Why is big birds emo son talking to me?”
36. “You know I really like confident women .”
37. “And I like men in my age group.”
38. “Run and I’ll break your legs. Attack and I’ll break your necks.”
39. “Listen there isn’t a single language on earth that has a word for how little I care. A super computer that calculates for a thousand years cannot even approach the number of fucks I do not give.”
40. “Once I find them I’ll peel their skin from off their muscles and feed it to the creatures of the forest, watching as they drink their blood like holy wine.”
41. “So let me tell you one last time so we're clear
42. You don't want to take the path you took to get here. If you pop that lip I will rock your shit. Stop playing with the fire, you are not that lit On monday you can get it! On tuesday you can get it! On wednesday you can get it! What about thursday? You can get it! On friday you can get it! On saturday you can get it! How about sunday? You can get it! And every single day you can get it.”
43. “ It’s heretopaternal superfecundation, mom had a threesome and got two mistakes instead of one.”
44. “As long as my fucks to care are flying around and no one catching them it’ll continue to be that way, no fucks given.”
45. “You must be into some kinky shit if you put your honored guest into chains and cuffs.”
46. “Mate, I’ll fucking spin your jaw.”
47. “It’s the borderline incest for me beloved.”
48. “Mhmm now apologize you fuckin goofy.”
49. “Now remember what I told you, walk straight even if you’re gay.”
50. “I can’t talk right now, I’m doing bad bitch shit.”
51. “If I hated any of you then I would’ve either killed you all off one by one or just left.”
52. “Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.”
53. “I was not born with enough middle fingers.”
54. “My depression is vicious, but this ass is delicious. Dinner is served bitch.”
55. “You wanna talk about the seatbelt rule! How about we talk about the shut the fuck up rule!”
56. “ Hippity hoppity your grave is on my property.”
57. “You speak to your mother with that mouth?”
58. “ No, but I suck your father’s off with it.”
59. “I’m sick you assholes. Baby me!”
60. “Your first orgy! I approve. Especially the tall one. He'd make an excellent consort."
61. “What did I tell you about speaking of orgies so freely in front of mortals? It's weird. Especially since you're my dad. You're not supposed to approve of these things."
62. “Ding dong the witch is dead."
63. "This drink is my weakness and she knows it. Bitch."
64. “Because they're never gonna see that coming." You say, matter of factly. "They pull back the curtain like re-re and you're like re-re yourself, motherfucker!"
65. “And then you stab them in the eye. You thought the psycho was out there? Surprise! The psycho's in here with the Olay body wash on her."
66. “Oh shit, he's trying to say something. Quick get the Speak-n-Spell!"
67. “The total number of fucks I give are equal to the number of living relatives Sasuke has.”
68. “Haven't you seen my halo, darling? I'm an angel."
69. “ Can I call you a waste of time? Because that’s what you feel like to me.”
70. “He looks like my depression in human form.”
71. “He looks like he could be my sleep paralysis demon.”
72. “If depression and anxiety had a child he would be that child.”
73. “Oh you shouldn’t talk so big it makes your height look bad.”
74. “Sucking the life out of you guys like depression on a Tuesday.”
75. “I’m lazy not stupid.”
76. “I can't be sad. It is a state of mind which is simply not accessible to me. But this doesn't mean that i am happy all the time because this emotion is suppressed, barely there. Mostly i am in a state of...resignation. Calmness. No matter what situation. I do feel getting touched. But i don't feel pain. At all. So none.”
77. “You could basically rip my eyes out and i would only feel a slight movement and a soft touch. I don't feel exhaustion. I don't feel hunger. Sometimes i forget to breathe. I mean...my body still does that automatically but...meditating can get pretty dangerous for me.”
78. “Think of it that way. Everything around us, is god. The cells. The air. Atomic bonds. Life itself. The movement of the leaves in the wind and the smell of the coffee in front of you. It is around us. In us. Something. Call it molecules. Call it Allah. Call it God. Call it Science. Gravity is god. Carbon dioxide is god. You. Are a tiny bit of god. God is just a word. Something, a word, a thought to share. A reason to life. Live itself. You don't have to be a Jew a Muslim a Buddhist a Christian or an Atheist to know, that the world around you exists. Maybe there is a Plan. Maybe there is a spiritus sancti. Maybe, there is a soul and maybe there isn't. We do not know. But we know of our world. We know of us. Maybe the cells in our body's weren't meant to mutate. Maybe they were. We do not know. But we can believe. That is the difference, between us. A believing and a none believing person. And the difference is, that there is none. We are the same. Thinking about the same, knowing and not knowing the same facts. Simply chose to call it differently."
79. “I’m not here to boost your ego Walmart Superman.”
80. “This is my ninja way.”
81. “They say I care I didn’t care when my dog died.”
82. “I really don’t think barging is the right word… strolled is a more accurate description, I think.”
83. “Of course. I’d tie them up. First I’d remove each nail and when it got inflamed, I’d dip it in salt. They screamed so loud, you have no idea. Then I start to amputate. I’d remove one finger each day, then the toes. Then the hand, then feet, moving my ways up. They wouldn’t die since I would cauterize their wounds. Then I’d play with them. I’d throw screw drivers, knifes, and needles at them. I have a terrible shot you know… or do I?”
84. “I rip their hair out with my own hands and feed it to them. I’d shove my fingers into their eyes till they pop out. The genitals are always last to go. Even if they admit in the beginning, I’d still do it. I’d then dump their bodies for the little birdies and critters to nibble at.”
85. “Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny.”
86. “I don’t want you guys to think I’m some good guy cause if I got the chance I would sacrifice you all in a heartbeat.”
87. “You fuck me but won’t marry me! How does that work?!”
88. “Shut your mouth!”
89. “Oh I thought you liked it wide open.”
90. “I’m the person who’s gonna cut ya dick off and glue it to ya forehead so you look like a lilting unicorn.”
91. “Who the fuck are you?”
92. “Nobody gives me butterflies anymore, just anger issues.”
93. “Fuck you goatman!”
94. “Mentally sick, physically thick.”
95. “Congratulations, you played yourself.”
96. “I use my tears as hand sanitizer because there’s nothing riper then depression in it’s purest form.”
97. “Always in the sun, but no ones son is ever in me.”
98. “Well if he says I am baby then I am baby. Goo goo ga ga motherfuckers.”
99. “Is this a new technique for kidnapping kids?”
100. “Cry like a little girl. Run like a slave. But when I catch that ass boy, you gonna behave.”
101. “Call me a escalator cause I always let people down.”
102. “Call me a tree cause they always picking on me.”
103. “Call me my dad cause I’m never around.”
104. “Dark humor cause even orphans gotta laugh, shopping which is weird cause I will dead wear the same shit for a month straight, laundry - it’s something about seeing the clothes and everything drown that gets me going.”
105. “They play dumb I play dumber looks like we spongebob and Patrick now.”
106. “Roses are red, Memes are neat. I wanna die, LMFAO YEET.”
107. “If you feel like the world is eating you alive that’s just proof you always looking like a snack.”
108. “I know I’m hot, but I also know I’m not a full time hot person. I’m hit when I want to be. I choose my own hours. I make my own schedule. I do freelance hotness.”
109. “You have a build a bear as a principal.”
110. “I was gonna give you that vacuum cleaner gawk gawk 6000 and this juicy wet 🐱 till you leaked outta me after painting me white on the insides but it seems you having a good night without me so anyways goodnight ☺️.”
111. “Is this social interaction because I don’t really like it.”
112. “Listen if a guy doesn't man handle me during a makeout session or during u know 😏 I'm putting him in rice or sending him back to whoever broke him 😂.”
113. “If we dated before I turnt 20 you are not an ex but a childhood friend.”
114. “Can you wipe off my favorite seat oh I meant ya face.”
115. “Guess I’ll have to stick around, gotta keep you guys alive…for my own.”
116. “I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube. I'm a young black sister with an unselfish heart who overdosed on love long ago. My closest friends consider me soft-spoken. Others say I have a deadly tongue. And while it's true that I have a spicy attitude like most of the ghetto girls I know, I back it up with a quick, precise, and knowledgeable mind. My memory runs. Way back and I'm inclined to remind people of the things they'd most like to forget.”
117. “My vagina just said thank you in Spanish.”
118. “I look at you and go dry, like sand.”
119. “Told you not to call him shitty, now you look like shit.”
120. “You really don’t know someone till you’ve seen them beg for mercy.”
121. “Oh how their screams make me tingle.”
122. “Your words hold no weight against mine.”
123. “Well aren’t you Sherlock fuckin’ Holmes.”
124. “Don’t you know that threats only work on those that have something to lose? If anything I count death as my blessing.”
125. “Welcome to my abortion clinic pizzeria were yesterday‘s loss is today’s sauce.”
126. “Do you know Jesus is actually black and he’s all our fathers cause we haven’t seen him in years.”
127. “Do you know all the zodiacs have their own hairstyles expect for cancers.”
128. “It means I'm perfectly content but also wouldn't mind if the sun exloded right now and killed us all.”
129. “Every day I think I’m getting closer, gonna take a bath with my fucking toaster.”
130. “Are you a race horse? Cause when I ride you’ll always finish first.”
131. “You know what sea turtles and I have in common… we both like being choked by trash.”
132. “I’m gonna sound like a Victorian peasant but please sir may I have some bread? I rather not have some of that mystery meat.”
133. “Service error 11037: Go fuck yourself :)”
134. “🔫🐝 you are beeing robbed. Only thing that’ll save you is ya number. “
135. “Sharing is caring but unfortunately I don’t care.”
136. “He likes to play catch, so I asked him can you catch these hands. He said yes so I hit the living fuck outta him. What’s the problem officer!”
137. “Do you think when humans feel butterflies in their stomachs that butterflies feel humans in their stomachs?”
138. “I keep looking behind and hope to continue forward.”
139. “I’m sorry, is our friendly banter bothering you? I know you prefer to choke your friends rather than joke-”
140. “Are we even together together or are we together like high school musical we all in this together type shit.”
141. “Oh, because I’m so scared of a slenderman clone with daddy issues, who’s also having a sexuality crisis”
142. “Bitch, your pussy smells like hotdog water. Move on.”
143. “You’re so cute…I hate it.”
144. “Look. I could be a whore, or I could be YOUR whore. Really; it’s up to you.”
145. “Oh, oh, oh my god. Choking is my main turn on.”
146. “This is my no no cube. Anything is possible if you have enough lube.”
147. “Aye baby you ever had KFC. Cause I can give you some of that Kentucky Fried Cock.”
148. “You’re not dummy thicc you’re dummy stick.”
149. “And you little stupid purple looking Barney looking bitch!”
150. “I was raised and surrounded by happiness, something you don’t know.”
151. “They put you in the streets but even the streets ain’t want you.”
152. “Remember reality is an illusion,the universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye.”
153. “Better scramble like an egg before you get folded like an omelette.”
154. “Play stupid games, and you win stupid prizes .”
155. “Call me Ms.Water gun cause I’ll squirt you like one.”
156. “ I would say I’m like the ocean, I’m calm and peaceful and you can see my beauty on the outside but the further you dive into me you learn not everything is as it seems uptop. I’m calm yes but even calming things can be dangerous, I have my flaws the further you go in and things that are best left at the bottom of my ocean depths but do know if you are to disturb that sea level be ready to face the Consequences.”
157. “ i’m not interested in being disrespected by someone who I lowered my standards for.”
158. “Shut the fuck up before I fold your lanky ass like a chair.”
159. “Listen here, Snotball, don’t bullshit me. I’m ain’t come here for your public-pleasing fake smile. “Go polish your skills instead of sucking my dick…”
160. “ Nana whipped them highschool kiddies asses into shape that day, oh yes she did. They met they maker on them steps I tell you, now go and and play with this old timer if you dear I’ll send that ass to the pearly gates or the flaming pits below.”
161. “Let my hands speak for me, smack talk.”
162. “Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?”
163. “Out here living like the main character because if I’m not the main character, I’m that one bitch that go berserk.”
164. “Food is fun, food is great, food is why we celebrate!”
165. “I want my next piercing to be a bullet. In my head."
166. “Okay, rude. You have the Eminem’s hairline, but I didn’t say anything about it!”
167. “If I’m die, then I wish to go out on my own terms, for I am like none other person on this earth.”
168. “Criminal or not. Sometimes it’s nice to be wanted.”
169. “When I said I fell in love with you I lied. I fell in love with your entire existence, I would cry for you, I would kill for you, I would die for you. “
170. “Life is just a big movie, you just can’t pick your genre.”
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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)
Chapter Thirteen
Anger flooded Kylo’s veins like fire as he watched Vic and Y/N talk behind the glass. He was over the flirty comments and vapid attention given to you by his bandmates. He knew his face said it all as he watched Vic’s hand fall from your bare shoulder. He barely heard your voice come through the speakers in the room.
“C’mon bro, let's do this,” Kuruk said, obvious of his plight. He grunted in agreement as he switched on the amp and hit the opening chord. Life was easier when he was playing. His anxieties always seemed to fade into the background when he had a guitar in his hands.
Today seemed different though. He tried to push down his irrational thoughts and feelings as his fingers aggressively moved across the strings and frets. He knew the song by heart, he fucking wrote it but he felt the unknown need to alter it. He wants to prove to himself and to you for some crazy fucked up reason he was better than the rest for these fuckers.
He stared at you as his fingers flew. He watched your eyes widen and Vic laugh as he stood up and walked towards the couch. He wished he could hear what was being said. He took all his emotions and poured it into the song.
He shifted his body, abs contracting as his shoulders hunched. He hit the footswitch, accelerating the beat, adding pitch harmonics and ad lib riffs to the already complex melody. He could feel Kuruk’s eyes on him as he tried to keep up. He felt a swell of pride rise in his chest as he came down from the bridge into the end of the song, letting his right hand hold the note with the whammy bar as it floated into the reverb.
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As the last note floated, you were struck dumb. You probably looked like a damn fool, eyes wide and mouth slack. He has never played with such aggression before. Almost like he had something to prove.
As you watch him lift his sweaty t-shirt to wipe his face, you hear a snort of laughter behind you. “Damn he’s pissed” Trudgen said, nudging Vic in the side. You fight yourself to move your eyes from his abs to the men stationed behind you. You huff and shake your head, composing yourself.
"Damn guys” you say through the mic, saving the file in multiple places. It would be a fucking tragedy if it was somehow lost. “I think we are good for today. C’mon back and we can discuss the plan for the song.”
You hear the door open as you turn in your chair to face the band. Kuruk was all smiles, sitting on the edge of the couch. “Damn that was a ride!” he crowed, slapping Cardo’s back. Your eyes dart to Kylo.
He’s still standing, arms crossed over his heaving chest. His right hand clenching the beanie like it wronged him. His eyes were surveying the room, almost predatory. You swallow thickly and begin to speak. "Again, great job today guys. I will clean up what we have for you to review and on Thursday at 2 we will meet up for full play through. Vic and Kylo, you have a lyric recording session on Wednesday at 10. Does that work for everyone?”
You receive a myriad of okays and yeahs as the men start to clean up the cluttered lounge area. Vic gives you a look as he picks up the soda cans, but you can feel Kylo’s eyes burning into you. “I’ll see you all later then” as you open the door for them, nervous but strangely excited.
All the men leave quickly except for Kylo, his position unchanged. You shut the door silently and approach him cautiously. “Are you okay?” you say as you stand before him. You notice his shoulders are tense and eyes glued to the floor.
"Ky…” you whisper, laying a hand on his shoulder. You feel him shudder under your touch. “Kylo, talk to me” you urge softly, rubbing his tight muscles. He was quickly on you, his long arm wrapping around your waist and the other gripping the back of your head, kissing you fiercely.
It was messy. A battle of teeth and tongues. You whimper as he bites your lower lip roughly as he lifts you into his arms. You wrap your legs around him and gasp as your back hits the door. You take the opportunity to take a breath. His large body feels amazing around you.
You could feel his taut muscles under your hands and his hard cock against your inner thigh, already dangerously close to your already dripping core. “Kylo,” you moan softly, as you feel his soft lips kiss and nip at your neck. You hum as your hands move to smooth his wild sweaty hair. He finally breaks from your neck and lifts his head, meeting your eyes. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your body down. You could see his eyes lightening, just realizing what had transpired. “I’m sorry” he rasped, his forehead falling to your shoulder “I just got so angry, I’m sorry.”
Now you were really confused. “What do you mean Ky?” you ask, scratching his scalp. You feel him shift, hands tightening on your thighs. “Them. You. I got so jealous and angry, and it consumed me. I know you are just being friendly and professional with them, but sometimes…” he trailed off.
"For fucks sake, Kylo!” you scoff, pulling his hair so you could see his amber eyes. “You really thought I was flirting with them? They know we’re a thing Kylo, they were just being them.” You shift your hips slightly, rubbing against him. You smile at the sight of his eyes fluttering. “You are the only one I want,” you whisper with a soft kiss.
“Fuck Y/N” he groaned into your lips, his hips beginning to slowly thrusting against you once again. You kiss him again with renewed fervor. Your hands roam his arms and back, appreciating his form and his soft lips. He was everywhere and it was perfect. You could feel your body heating up further.
“Baby?” he whispered. “Can I take you home?”Your hands stilled on his shoulders as you looked at him. His eyes were glassy, and his lips swollen. “You really want to?” you whisper, scared to break the lust filled bubble. “I really really do” he chuckled as he wrapped his body around yours as he took big deep breaths in the crook of your neck.
You shiver as you feel his nose trace up your neck and his soft lips kiss behind your ear. He slowly let you down, letting you lean on him until you regain your footing. When he pulled away to grab his items, you stumble slightly as you go to grab yours. “Careful” he says lowly as he wraps an arm around your waist. Your face warmed at his words. “Let’s get out of here baby girl” he said with a smile as he opened the studio door.
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Second Skin - Chapter 6
Casa Werewolf Series #6
Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader
Summary: One of your children is NOT okay with Javi knowing you're werewolves
Warnings: hunting animals for food, animal death, grief, fear of child and parental harm, fear of parental death, mention of sexual desire, brief discussion of a death threat, brief discussion of medical experimentation on people, including children, Javi realizes he might just be a monster fucker 😏
Words: 4.1k
A/N: The last section of this chapter is about hunting animals for food as werewolves. There aren’t any graphic details or gore, but, if you’re at all bothered by this, you can skip this section without missing anything that will affect your understanding of the story going forward.
As Tallulah, Bo and Astrid eat their post-school snack at the dining table, you sit down with them. “We’re going to do something a little different this full moon.”
Three pairs of big eyes turn to you curiously. “What?” Tallulah asks.
“You’re old enough to learn how to hunt, so we’re going to be staying at a house in the woods from Wednesday until Saturday. It’s private with nobody else around, and we can go out for some rabbits.”
The eyes grow even larger.
“Yes!” Bo’s arms flail, splattering some spicy tomato sauce on the floor from the patatas bravas on his fork.
“What if I can’t catch a rabbit?” Astrid immediately looks ready to cry.
You smile reassuringly. “It’s okay, it takes practice. It took me three months of full moons to catch my first meal.”
“I’m going to catch one this full moon,” Tallulah says confidently. She smiles sweetly at Astrid. “If you don’t get one, I’ll share.”
Astrid smiles back, anxiety lessening.
Bo’s still practically jumping out of his skin with excitement. “We just get to run around free?”
“You’ll need to stay very close to me, but yes!”
“Will we have to skip school?” Tallulah frowns, spooning more sauce on her potatoes.
“Nope. The house is on the island, too. We’ll just leave for school a little earlier. Which means we won’t be staying up all night.”
Tallulah nods, satisfied with this.
Bo whines before shoveling more potatoes in his mouth.
“Javi is lending us this house. He owns it, too,” you continue with a smile to convey as much confidence to them as possible as you share the next bit of news. “He knows about us and wants us to have a safe place to hunt.”
You’re not sure you’ve ever witnessed your children suddenly stop eating before, but they do now, staring at you in confused alarm.
“Did he see me?” Astrid breaks the silence, bottom lip trembling.
You take her hands in yours. “It turns out he did, but it’s okay, sweetheart. He’s not going to tell anyone.”
She’s not having it, though, and bursts into tears. “He saw me!” she wails.
Tallulah and Bo are also seconds away from crying. “How do you know he’s not going to tell?” Tallulah demands.
You grab one of each of their hands, cradling them in your own with Astrid’s. Your Wolf, already so close to the surface two days away from the full moon, takes as much command as she can without you shifting.
Her powerful calmness pulses from you into them and their Wolves as you say, “Two reasons. One, Javi actually realized that there was video of what happened from his security camera and deleted it. He cares about us, so he doesn’t want anything to happen to us. And, two, I can sense he means us no harm. My whole being, both Wolf and human, feels it.”
Bo's expression clears as he nods. “When I got found in his yard, I was real scared until he came to talk to me, and my Wolf felt a lot safer with him there. You like him, too, right?” He turns to Astrid, who’s starting to calm down.
She sniffles, nodding. “He doesn’t make my tummy tight.”
“I noticed you seemed very comfortable with him,” you smile.
But Tallulah is more upset now. “You said nobody can know!” Her tone is accusatory. “You said we can get hurt if humans know!”
You nod. “I did say that. And it’s still true, for the most part. But there are some humans who have it in them to know what we are without it being dangerous. I believe Javi’s one of them.”
She just shakes her head.
“It’s very understandable to be scared.” Bringing her hand to your lips, you promise, “All of me—the human part and the Wolf part—is keeping a very close eye on things. If I suspect we’re in danger, I’m going to take care of it. You’re my babies and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Tallulah’s intense eyes bore into yours, irises a vivid yellow. “What about you?!”
Your heart breaks for her. For all of them. You glance at the other two, who have grown more anxious again as Tallulah voicing this fear. They’ve already lost one parent. Of course they’re afraid of losing the other.
“Or me. Taking care of all of us is at the very top of my priority list. And choosing to trust Javi is part of that. He’s got access to things that can help us live better and safer.”
Getting out of her chair, Tallulah latches herself onto you, her face buried in your neck. “You can’t go anywhere!”
Lifting her onto your lap, you kiss her hair. “I will do my absolute best.”
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On Wednesday afternoon, you follow the directions Javi gave you to his safe house. You’re incredibly relieved he allowed you to drive there. It’s just too soon to put your family in someone else’s hands completely during the full moon, even him.
It’s an old two-story house, nestled deep in the forest. Once you’ve parked the car next to a green Land Rover, you step outside. Even in the middle of the day, you can only hear the sounds of wildlife. Perfect.
The kids pile out just as the front door opens. Javi walks onto the porch, waving enthusiastically. “¡Hola!”
“Javi!” Bo charges up the steps and launches himself into Javi’s arms.
Javi laughs, squeezing him tightly as he lifts him off the ground.
Astrid’s quick to run to him, too, getting a giant hug and a twirl. She giggles, arms wrapping around his neck. “Are you gonna come hunting with us, too?”
“Alas, I do not think I can keep up.”
Tallulah’s made no move to greet Javi, arms crossed over her chest. She is still not convinced him knowing is a good idea. You’d prepared him for this, reassuring him that it had nothing to do with her and that she just needs some time and patience.
Javi smiles at her, walking down the steps with Bo in one arm and Astrid in the other. “How are you, Tallulah?”
“Fine,” she says shortly.
You open the back hatch of the car and begin pulling out overnight bags. “Will you each take your bag, please?”
Tallulah grabs hers. After Javi sets the other two down, they take theirs. You give him yours with a playful little wink that makes his heart rate jump, much to your pleasure. Then, you close up and lock the vehicle.
“Let’s get you settled before moon rise,” he says.
Bo charges into the house, Astrid following a little timidly. Tallulah, not wanting to be left behind, hurries after them.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make her more comfortable?” Javi whispers.
You press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just be yourself.”
He leads you inside, where Bo and Tallulah are exploring the dimly lit but spacious downstairs. Astrid has already been sidetracked by a pile of art supplies on the coffee table.
“Mama, look!” She grins, holding up a palette of washable watercolors and a big bundle of brushes. “I can do my prompts in paints!
“That’s wonderful, sweetheart!” You beam at her and then at Javi for being so thoughtful.
“What are your prompts?” Javi asks, looking pleased that she’s excited.
“Mama’s got an app on her phone of art prompts and I do one every day to practice. I brought crayons, but I like paints better.”
“I’ll remember that,” he says, running a hand affectionately over her hair.
“Mama, can I have a cookie?” Bo bellows from what must be the kitchen.
Astrid’s head swivels in that direction, expression greedy for sweets. “Can we?”
“Just because we’re at Javi’s doesn’t mean the rules have changed,” you say firmly. “Protein, fruit or veggies for snacks. Not sweets.”
There’s a collective grumble from across the first floor.
“I’ve got plenty of good snack options,” Javi reassures you seriously.
You smile at him to indicate you weren’t worried. How is he so fucking earnest and cute all the time? “Kids, let’s get settled, then we’ll eat.”
“Let me show you to your room,” he says. “I’m putting you all in the master. Biggest bed.” Initially, he’d offered for each of you to have your own rooms, but you’d explained about puppy piles. Not to mention, you doubt the kids would be comfortable on their own in an unfamiliar place.
He leads you up the stairs in the back of the house, each old well-loved wooden panel creaking a little. “Have you ever had to use this place as a safe house?” you ask.
“Only once, a few years ago. One of the threats on my life seemed a little more serious than just someone on Twitter hating me for being wealthy. I stayed here for three days until the person was apprehended.”
The idea of him in danger causes a soft growl to ripple out of you. “They’re lucky I wasn’t around then.” The Wolf threatens to push all the way out, but you somehow manage to keep her contained. There’s no doubt your eyes have changed, though.
Javi glances at you, his own eyes alight. You smell his sex hormones escalating, which just makes the Wolf more wound up. He’s into this side of you and that’s wildly exciting.
“Are we sleeping together?” Astrid’s nervous voice breaks the spell. It’s for the best, considering this is not the time for you to rip his clothes off.
Taking a steadying breath, you focus on your daughter. “Yes, we’ll puppy pile here, too.”
“Is Javi puppy piling with us?” she asks eagerly.
“How can he puppy pile?” Tallulah scoffs from the bottom of the staircase. “He’s a human.”
“He could be a pretend puppy!” Astrid shoots back.
You let out another growl, this one a pointed warning to stop sniping. They immediately do.
Javi smiles sheepishly as he says, “I also break out into song in my sleep, so it would not be restful for you after hunting.”
It takes everything in you not to laugh.
Both girls stare at him, stunned. “You sing in your sleep?” Tallulah asks, forgetting she’s giving him the cold shoulder.
“I do,” Javi continues, somehow managing to keep a straight face. Then, he begins to sing ‘Hakuna Matata’ from The Lion King in a voice that’s, at best, mediocre, but still charming.
Your daughters giggle before Astrid starts to sing, too. She follows Javi down the hall.
“Will you please go get your bag and tell Bo to bring his up, too?” you ask Tallulah.
“‘Kay,” she agrees, her body staying relaxed after the laughter, which you know is a good sign.
After you’ve helped the kids settle into the master bedroom and everyone’s had a nutritious snack, Bo gets up from the dinning room table. And, without warning Javi, transforms into a Wolf pup, his clothes landing on him in a pile.
Javi’s faces blanches and you can hear how fast his heart is going. Worried he’s going to faint again, you grab his arm to keep him from sliding off his chair in that event.
Bo growls playfully as he digs his way out of his clothes. Then, he jumps onto Javi’s lap and sits, tail wagging and mouth open in a cheeky grin. He’s living for being allowed to break the rules.
Astrid and Tallulah have gone still, not sure what the protocol is now that Javi knows about them.
Javi’s color returns and his heart slows as a breathy chuckle escapes him. “Hi, Bo. May I pet you?”
Bo puts his front paws on Javi’s chest and proceeds to lick his face all over.
“Bo, be polite,” you chide, although you’re still more concerned about Javi being able to handle the shock than him being offended by Wolf kisses.
Thankfully, Javi laughs, stroking Bo’s back and then head. “Oh, you’re very soft. Your mama does a good job at feeding you for the optimum coat, doesn’t she?”
Bo turns excitedly to Astrid and Tallulah, letting out a sharp yip of encouragement. He wants them to transform, too.
“If you want to, you can, girls,” you smile.
Astrid doesn’t need further encouragement, shifting in the blink of an eye like her brother did. She leaps up onto Javi’s lap, snuffling his face. He pets her, too, this time laughing with wondrous joy. “You are amazing, too, mi amor!”
Tallulah licks her lips nervously. You release Javi’s arm so you can go to her. Kneeling in front of her chair, you press your nose to hers, nuzzling it. “If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s okay,” you murmur. “You can transform outside at moonrise and I’ll ask Javi to be elsewhere when we come back.”
Javi looks over the pups accosting him with love and smiles gently at Tallulah. “Whatever you need from me, Tallulah. I want you to feel safe.”
She looks him straight in the eyes. “You swear you’ll never tell and get us taken by the scientists to experiment on us?”
A shadow of sadness at the thought crosses his face. He nods solemnly. “I swear. I will never do anything that would risk your family. I know we haven’t known each other that long, but you’re very, very important to me.”
She inhales slowly and deeply, likely scenting for lies. Your children haven’t learned all the nuances of lie scents yet, but they know enough.
Finally, she gives him one of her big, beautiful smiles. “My Wolf trusts him,” she tells you.
You nuzzles her nose again. “Our Wolves know a lot.”
Tallulah transforms in her chair, taking the opportunity to give your face a thorough washing as soon as she’s popped up from under her shirt. You giggle, picking her up in your arms and snuggling her.
After a minute, she squirms free and runs over to Javi’s chair. Your pups are only a fraction of the size and weight they’ll become, but they’re still too big for all three to fit on his lap comfortably.
Both Bo and Astrid sweetly get down to allow her to have her time with him. He whispers softly, petting and cuddling her.
When he glances at you, you mouth, “Thank you,” with a soft smile. Internally, your ovaries are exploding with how good he is with the puppies. If he keeps this up, he’s mate material, for sure.
Astrid and Bo have begun wrestling. Tallulah hops down to join them and there’s soon the buzzing of good-natured growls making their way to another room.
“Maybe now I’m desensitized enough not to get light-headed when I see the transformation,” Javi says with an edge of self-deprecation.
“It’s a lot for any human to process,” you soothe. “It’s not a failing if it takes you time to become fully comfortable.”
“I’m just happy I was able to tell Tallulah how serious I am about protecting you all.”
You reach over to take his hand. “You’re really so good with them.”
He glances out of the doorway and sees no sign of the playing Wolves, so he gives your palm a kiss. “If you want to transform now, too, please do. Get a feel for the area and all that.”
You’re so used to staying human as long as possible to protect your children in case of some human-required emergency that it hadn’t occurred to you that you could shift early. It’d be good to make sure he’s not bothered by your Wolf before you’re stuck as one for ten hours.
“I guess I can. I’ll go upstairs to do it since, unlike the kids, I get larger than my clothes can take,” you chuckle.
“I can’t wait to see your second skin,” he smiles.
Feeling nervous in a way you’re not used to, you go up to the master bedroom and undress. There’s so much vulnerability and intimacy in what you’re about to share, and you’ve never done it with a human before.
He can handle it, the Wolf says confidently. Show him the other side of us.
So, you let her out. Your body quickly stretches and bulks, limbs strengthening and elongating as fur cascades across your skin. It’s as natural as breathing and happens in only a couple heartbeats.
You’re a darker grey than your pups, who took on Ivan’s white coat, but they get their brindle freckles and spots from you. You look at yourself in the stately full length mirror in the corner of the room and smile with pride at how magnificent you are, all muscle, fur and teeth.
You make your way back downstairs, and, despite weighing as a much as a young female polar bear, don’t cause any of the stairs to creak under your nimble paws.
The children are still chasing each other around, delighted to have such a large area to play compared to your apartment. But you follow Javi’s scent, wanting to show him.
He’s in the living room, sitting on the sofa, laughing as Astrid zig-zags and skitters on the wood floor in an attempt to stay ahead of Tallulah and Bo.
The mirth stops abruptly when he sees you, his eyes widening and mouth dropping open slightly. There is an uptick in his heart rate, breathing and stress hormones, but that’s to be expected when seeing something like you for the first time.
You slowly pad over to him, giving him time to adjust. “Wow,” he breathes.
Stopping just close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he wants, you sit. Your head is taller than his when you’re both seated, and you’ll come up to his ribs when he’s standing and you’re on all fours.
Quickly, the stress is giving way to excitement and curiosity. “May I touch you?” Eager for his fingers on your body, you nod and scoot a bit closer. He lightly strokes your chest, his smile growing wide. “You’re as soft as the niños.”
It takes all your self-control not to kiss his face all over. Until you’re sure he’s comfortable with you, you aren’t going to put your teeth that close to his neck.
Both his hands are now running across your back and sides. “You’re just so beautiful.”
The rapture in his voice pleases you greatly and you risk giving his cheek a little lick. He grins happily, kissing your snout in return.
A moment later, the puppies scurry into the room. Seeing you, they bound for you and begin to climb you and bite at your fur in challenge.
Immediately, you accept by nipping back at them. Using your hand-like front paws, you easily shift the thick wooden coffee table to the side so you’ve got room. Then, you get down on your belly and begin to wrestle gently with them.
Occasionally, you glance at Javi, who is obviously smitten by what he’s witnessing. There’s no fear or discomfort in him, just pure enchantment. You knew your human side was worrying over nothing. This man really is made to be your next mate.
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You take some time before moonrise to scout out Javi’s property, making sure there are no danger so threatening you need to take care of it before you bring out the pups. There’s nothing, though. Only game, rodents and birds. Other than Javi, you don’t even smell humans. This place really is perfect.
Once darkness has fallen and the moon is up, you lead your little pack out the front door. It’s been far too long since they got to run in the fresh air. They’re quick to put their noses to the ground and begin smelling everything.
You get their attention and indicate that they need to follow you quietly and with focus.
Earlier, you’d picked out the location of a rabbit nest. There are mice in that area, too. Both are the right size for the pups, although you’ll be surprised if any are able to catch one yet.
You walk silently, allowing them to see how you place your weight and avoid cracking branches or rustling bushes. It’s harder for their lanky, awkward limbs, but, after a couple kilometers, they’re getting the hang of it. Astrid is particularly excellent.
They know some of the basics of tracking from playing hide and seek with each other, but this is another level entirely. They have to learn to choose just one scent and follow it, which is very hard when there are thousands of delicious smells tempting them in every direction.
About half a kilometer from the rabbit’s nest, you hear Astrid whimper behind you. You turn and realize that she’s alone. The bushes to your left are practically crackling with how loud Bo and Tallulah are being as they chase after something.
Annoyed that they didn’t stay with you like you instructed, you scoop Astrid up in one of your front arms to keep her close and then chase after them on three legs. It’s only a few seconds before you’re blocking their path.
Snarling, you glare down at them. If they want to be a part of the hunt, you need to be able to trust them to have enough self-discipline to stick with you, no matter what they’ve scented.
They’re quick to show you their bellies, tails wagging feebly in apology. After another firm glower, you lick their snouts and nod for them to rise. You set Astrid next to them.
It seems like they were chasing a mole, which will be a good second tier animal to hunt once they’ve mastered the rabbits and mice.
For the rest of the trip, they all stick close to you. You pause just outside the perimeter of trees where the rabbit nest is. They know what’s in there and are getting excited, eyes wide and salivating slightly.
Slowly, you tiptoe towards the nest where the sleeping rabbits are. They follow with impressive restraint.
The rabbits awaken, feeling the vibration of all the paws on the ground near them. Three of them bolt from the nest, all in the same direction. You begin the chase, your long leaps easily outpacing them. The pups are behind you, dashing as fast as they can.
You easily catch one rabbit in your mouth and demonstrate how to quickly kill it. There’s no playing with your prey—you’re Wolves, not cats.
Then, you nod for them to find the other two. They bound ahead, you staying behind them at a trot. The rabbits have split off, so you have them follow just one this time. The other can be found later.
It goes well for quite a while until, suddenly, they lose track of their prey at the base of a huge tree, where all sorts of animals have been recently enough to make it confusing.
Disappointed, they look to you and you wag your tail encouragingly. They did amazing to track it so far!
Giving them a break to rest and nourish themselves, you have them share the rabbit you've already caught. They’re delighted by the fresh meat, which they haven’t had since moving to Spain.
Knowing they’ll need to go to sleep in the next hour or so, you take them back to the area with the rabbit nest. The other rabbits haven’t returned, but they can practice with the mice that try to hide.
It’s adorable to watch them stalk the rodents before pouncing. They’re still too unpracticed to actually snag one, but each of them comes very close and you’re unbelievably proud.
You do get a handful of mice, as well as a couple of foolish little birds, for them to feast on. Your own belly is empty and rumbling, but you can wait until they’re back with Javi before going to get yourself something large enough to satisfy you.
A deep relief washes over your body as it truly sinks in that you have someone to help you. He might not be a werewolf, but he doesn’t have to be in order to support you, and that’s truly a gift.
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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰
Spanish Translations/Notes:
patatas bravas -fried cubed potatoes covered in spicy tomato sauce
niños - kids
mi amor - my love
Javi Gutierrez Masterlist
Werewolf Masterlist
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Twin Flames ❤️🔥 - Prologue (Directors Cut)
First and foremost…I honestly and truly cannot give enough love to @lurkymurker and @mackenzielovee for how much you have both inspired me. I’m not able to put into words the true impact! One of the first series I read on here was Ambivalence😍❤️🔥 (The first being New Light by @outerbankies - if you haven’t read it, GET ON IT, NOW. LIKE RIGHT THIS SECOND. AMAZING) And Always Been There(@lurkymurker bet ya didn’t know I first started reading you way back then- surprise🥲😉💕😍) the love I have for you both cannot be overstated. I could gush away endlessly but I will leave at this: I ❤️ you forever.
I started “writing” at the end of last summer. It started off just a little blurb here and there, nothing made sense. I’m honestly still amazed that I somehow pieced it together to tell this story! I never in a million years imagined I’d be writing this in general, let alone sharing it with people.
I sort of wrote this backward. I have the entire middle and end figured out for the most part but with the way my brain works it’ll likely shift and pivot a million times. We will see when it’s over if I stick the original idea 😏
Prepare for lots of Easter eggs. Excited to share them along the way.
Other important notes:
y/n is a fashion wild child
Some elements of this story might be a little heavy. I’ll likely do some kind of warnings at the beginning
I’m slightly worried some of the ideas I’m going for are a little out there 😵💫 hang in there with me. I get that a lot of the stuff I’m writing might seem a little far fetched but yolo, my world, my logic? Something like that!
I am absolutely terrible at grammar/spelling/you name it. already quite literally shitting bricks that I’m actually posting this so plz be nice If you’re gonna correct me 😇
With that being said I have absolutely no idea wtf I’m doing in regard to navigating and posting on this app. Any and all advice is much appreciated 😘
Speaking of not knowing what I’m doing, 😜please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!
I love anyone who reads this. More than you know
Ages of characters:
Y/N, Noah - Newly 21
Rafe, Topper & Kelce - 20
Sarah - 18
Wheezie - 15
Zach - early 30s
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HANMA X READER WHERE READER PLAYS WITH HIS HANDS HELLO
「 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 」
playing with your boyfriend’s hands.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠... hanma shuuji x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - written in a rush, mentions of violence/gore, reader is in highschool
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - the handma fucker is back at it again... also i don’t have a hand kink but i have friends who do so let’s just say i learned this from them ! <3
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 had some very nice hands. especially for all of the beating up he does for fun. not even because they did anything that was actually wrong, but because he thought they looked at him funny. violence is the only option for this man and you have no idea how you find it so attractive.
one day he came to your apartment with some messed up wounds. bleeding from everywhere, waiting to be infected. and burns? like cigarette burns, more specifically.
“what did you do this time,” you sigh and let him in.
“some small gang thought they would win against me but they played dirty.” he grimaced as he walked over and sat down in a chair, awaiting your care. jeez, did they do that much to him?
“and this is why i don’t like you fighting random people on the street, especially by yourself. shuu, you gotta be more careful than this.”
you reach into a cabinet almost out of your reach, but you were able to get it. maybe you should put it somewhere more accessible when he comes to you all beat up all the time.
“yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
“where’s the fun in you being hurt and me taking care of you at 3 am every few days?”
“i get to see you ♡“ he laughed, then winced when you put some cleaning alcohol on one of his bigger cuts.
“i also like seeing you, but not when you’re all beat up. you know that you’re always welcome here even without injuries.” you reach into the first-aid kit to get some medical tape since you were not a heathcare professional, but it definitely felt like it sometimes.
“well you’re no fun,” he frowns. he’s leaning back onto the backrest, tempted to tip himself over.
“then you can take care of yourself. i don’t like being woken up in the middle of the night because of your dumbass.”
he doesn’t respond, leaving the two of you in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. after almost an hour of disinfecting and wrapping up his wounds, the cigarette burns were the only ones left. gnarly-looking too.
“here, put this on yourself. i’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in--”
“i need help with this.” you were so tired. you were a full-time student and you worked at a small store part-time for some extra cash, and now the caretaker of this boy who got into useless fights. sometimes you wondered why you continued to love this man.
“fine, but i’m teaching you how to do it and you better remember for the next time.”
that took a whole ‘nother hour. it was now almost 5 am and it was now wednesday morning. you’d rather skip school today, but your scholarship would be on the line if you just slept in.
“just stay here, i’ll pay off your school debt at some point for ya.”
“i can’t do that, i don’t even pay for my apartment.” he sighs and picks you up into his arms and heads to your bedroom where he also frequently crashed.
“goodnight, (y/n),” he says, snuggling up into you. it was so warm... you just completely passed out.
your alarm woke you up at 7 am, as it should, but you turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. though the problem is that you couldn’t go back to sleep. problem number two, hanma’s strong arms were wrapped around you and he was the big spoon.
you didn’t wanna wake him up, but the only thing you could really do right at that moment was play with his hands.
you were gentle, since the wrapping was pretty bad. sometimes you considered going around with him when he got into fights. personal on-site medic.
while you were caught up in your thoughts, you continued to play with his hands. messed around with his individual fingers, feeling their callouses developed over years and years of fighting with his bare hands.
at some point you must’ve woken your boyfriend up since he held you closer and broke you out of your many thoughts. you also happened to stop playing with his hands since he retracted them to hold you closer to his body.
“good morning to you too,” he grumbles, his morning voice raspy and low.
“sorry, did i wake you up?”
“no, your damn alarm did.” he pulls you even closer (somehow) and takes a deep breath into your shoulder. “let’s go back to sleep and,”
“you can keep playing with my hands, hun.”
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Room for Coincidence - Chapter 6
(enviep1 on instagram)
Summary: As halloween quickly approaches, you’re invited to a party.
Characters: Levi, Jean, Reader, Erwin
Rating: Mature, minors DNI
Warnings: smut!!
Notes: wink
YOUR APARTMENT, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
WEDNESDAY 29TH OCTOBER 26TH
Your first month at the firm goes exceedingly well, you’re beginning to truly love your job. You see Levi at work and Erwin at his place every fortnight; still chatting on the group chat like you’re not their work subordinate. You find yourself becoming good friends with Jean Kirstein. So good, he invites you to a Halloween party on Friday.
You accept his invitation, having nothing else to do that night. He explains that the firm hires out a club for the night, “don’t worry, the stiff fuckers don’t usually attend. Everyone that does is all friends, it’s just like a regular party.”
You’re told you can bring a plus one, but your friends are all busy on Halloween night so you decide to go alone.
Levi: You’re going to that shit, Cherry?
You: Why wouldn’t I?
Levi: It’s an excuse to get plastered in dumb costumes.
You scoff, dumb costumes? He seemed to like yours when-
Erwin: Shut up, Levi. Hange wants me to make an appearance so I might go for a few drinks :)
You: See? At least Erwin isn’t so high and mighty.
Levi: High and mighty? I’m not the one acting completely untouchable because you’re fucking the assistant DA.
You: Excuse me?
Erwin: He’s just jealous, sweetheart. Isn’t that right, ‘Mr. Engaged’?
Levi: Fuck you both
You: Lol you wish
Levi: Fucking brat
You can’t lie, your thighs press together at the degrading nickname.
Levi: I bet you’re clenching your thighs together right now, aren’t you?
You: Fuck you
Erwin: Do you need me to come over?
You: No, that’s okay. I can take care of this one myself :)
Erwin: Do I at least get any pictures?
You: Of course, Mr Smith.
Levi: I should get some too, I’m the one that fucking turned you on.
Levi: Don’t fucking say it
You: Mr Engaged
Levi: Fuck I’m getting you back for this
The next day, you’re called into Levi’s office after lunch. Armin throws you a worried glance, but you assure him it’s probably to do with the case he’s currently working on with you.
He’s finishing up with a phone call by the time you enter his office, he gestures for you to sit as he mumbles, “yes, yes. Goodbye now.”
“Everything okay?” You ask.
“Yes,” he mumbles, pulling a black box from his drawers. “I got you something.”
“Oh?” You cautiously ask, eyeing the large box that’s pretty much the same size as a shoebox. He slides it in front of you, gesturing for you to open it.
You remove the black ribbon, suspiciously looking up at Levi who only nods. Inside, there are three cotton bags.
“Open the big one first,” he points.
You do as you’re told, slipping out the strange object inside of it until you see it. You pause, in shock. You couldn’t believe he’d do something as bold as this. In your hands was a vibrator.
“You’re kidding,” you voice, not knowing what to do with your hands.
You’re completely stunned at how this man has a fiancée. How can he act like he’s single? Does she know? Your head is racing with thoughts until-
“I can clear my schedule if you need a demo,” he muses.
You open the other two bags, scoffing when you see an expensive cherry flavoured lube and… a dildo.
“7 inches. I figured if you can’t actually sit on my dick I’d get you the next best thing - the size is a copy of me.” He smirks, watching you shuffle on the chair when you hear the vulgar words leave his mouth. You can't believe you’re getting turned on in your off-limits boss’ office. “I know you’re getting wet right now,” he says, slowly.
You take a second to compose yourself, “thank you. When Erwin goes on a business trip in November I’ll definitely remember to use these.”
You see his shit-eating grin turn into his usual, angry expression. “You use those toys in the thought of anyone else but me and I’m firing you,” he grunts.
He whole-heartedly expected you to leave the toys on the table. It’s what you should have done, but you were trouble.
“In that case,” you pack the items back into the box. “I’ll be busy tonight,” you whisper and strut out of his office.
Levi groans when you leave the room, hands covering his face as he dramatically leans back on his chair. A little prank on you once again backfired on him, and he found himself starting to get annoyed.
After his evening dinner with a client, Levi promised to bring them up to date with the current case’s progress. Fuck, he’d thrown all of the paperwork on you and barely knew any details. He frowned when his client scheduled their meeting at 9:15 AM the next day, which left him no time to get the relevant information tomorrow. He needed to get it now.
You’re drying your hair when you get a message from Levi:
Levi: Did you take the documents on Magath home with you?
You: Yes I needed to do some more research earlier, should be done now though.
Levi: Need them now. I’m coming to pick them up.
You: Wait, I’m busy. How do you know my address anyways?
Levi: You’re home aren’t you? I’ll just get the documents and I’ll be out of your hair. And I’m a lawyer, Cherry. That’s how.
You: Fucking fine. I’ll leave my door open and the documents on the table, as I said- I’m busy.
“Busy with fucking what?” He scoffs out loud.
Levi: On my way.
He exhales, placing his phone down and pulling out of the parking lot.
To his inconvenience, he has to walk up three flights of stairs to get to your apartment. He’s ready to yell at you for not answering your phone and meeting him halfway down the staircase, but he’s far too focused on finding your apartment first.
He pushes the door open, kissing his teeth when he saw a few unwashed dishes in the sink. He finds the documents until he’s halted in his tracks.
Sounds are coming from your bedroom. He hears soft r&b playing, but he still hears you. You’re fucking whimpering.
You sound so fucking good, Levi’s cock instantly gets hard. So this is what you’re busy with.
He knocks on your bedroom door, no reply. He tries to open it, it’s locked. Fuck, he bangs on the door- still no reply, but you’re still moaning.
“Levi~” His name rolls off the tip of your tongue, he’s not a religious man but he’s convinced that’s what angels sound like.
“Cherry, open up,” he knocks. “I can help, let me help you, baby.” He practically whimpers. It’s then he realised, you’re doing exactly what you said you would earlier. “Please, Cherry. At least let me watch, fuck. I’m rock fucking solid here, baby.”
There’s still no reply. He starts to palm himself through his trousers, head leaning against the door as he listens to your moans.
“Levi, I’m so close,” you moan loudly. He knew you weren’t talking to him, but he still relished your words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant before you reach your high with a loud moan. You keep the vibrator on your clit, legs shaking as you slide the dildo out of your pussy.
You’re silent for a while, and then he finally hears shuffling.
He’s still palming his cock when the door opens, you smile innocently at him and walk into your kitchen.
“Did you find those documents? Is that why you’re still here?” You ask, prancing around your kitchen in your little booty shorts and a t-shirt.
You reach for a glass, standing on your tiptoes to reach the top cabinet before Levi presses against you. He flips you around, bulge pressed against your torso.
“You’re so hard,” you coo, giggling to yourself.
“Fix it.” He growls.
You’re stunned at his command.
“If you don’t get on your fucking knees and suck my cock I’m going to get angry,” he spits, jaw clenching.
You moan a little at his words, slowly sinking to your knees. You remove his belt, unzipping his zipper desperately and pulling his pants down. His length springs up in your face, it’s a vulgar sight.
His tip is an angry red, pre cum leaking down his shaft as he groans at the feeling of your hand.
“You listened to me, for once. Good fucking girl, but I bet if I call you my dirty little slut you’d get even wetter, correct?” He’s right. Erwin always praised you, never degraded you but Levi- fuck. You love all the degrading names he calls you.
“Yes,” you lick a stripe from the base to the tip. He grabs your hair, abruptly pulling you back.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir,” you let out, moaning in his grasp. He’s corrupting you, and you love it.
“Good fucking slut. Now, as you were…” He grunts when you suck on the tip, teasing him. “Take me deeper.”
You do, feeling the need to gag but you pull out for air quick enough. Once you’ve reinforced your non-existent gag reflex, you open your mouth and let him thrust into your throat.
“So good, so fucking good for me. My little whore,” your furrow, furiously nodding as you continue to take him in your mouth. “Yeah, you like that? You like being mine?”
You take him as deep as you can and his hips stutter, not expecting that from you.
“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” He groans, letting you take over once more. He moans, loud, when you squeeze his balls, “I’m close. Are you gonna be a good slut and swallow? My fucking personal slave?”
You look up at him, and he feels like he’s going to fucking combust. The sight is dirty, erotic - he loves it.
You fondle his balls with one hand, pumping the rest of his length with your other. “F-fuck I’m come-coming,” he stutters.
You taste the saltiness, swallowing every last drop.
“Christ, Cherry.” He breathes, sliding down onto your kitchen floor. You sit next to him, your head resting on his shoulder.
“This won’t affect our work, right?” You ask.
“Of course not, everything is fine. The only thing that’s changed is that I now have a fucking memory to recall when I’m jacking my dick off to the thought of you,” he sighs, his hand resting on your bare thigh. “Do you plan on telling Erwin?”
“No, but I’m not going to hide it if he asks. Do you want to tell him?” You say as you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.
“I want to rub it in his face so fucking bad, but it’ll start a competition on who can fuck you the most,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, let’s not rub it in his face then.”
“I bet you’d like that,” he grins.
“You’re not fucking me when you’re engaged,” you decide at that exact moment.
He leans forward, head cocking to the side in amusement. “But I can get a blowie, right? That makes sense.”
“Okay fine, forget this even happened. You’re getting nothing from me,” you stubbornly set your boundaries.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Please keep giving me your mind-blowing oral,” he apologises and you giggle. “I’m serious, that was the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
“Good to hear,” you wink. He looks at you for a brief moment, leaning towards you for a kiss.
You swerve out of the way and he scoffs. “What?”
“I don’t want to kiss… It’s too personal and touchy-feely.”
“Cherry, you just had your hand on my fucking testicles and all of a sudden, a kiss is too far?” He lets out his annoyance. “You’re giving me mixed signals here.”
“Everything should be clear. I don’t want to go the whole way and make this relationship intimate whilst you're engaged,” you explain. Your tone came off very patronising to Levi.
“Okay, fuck this.” He realises he’s been sitting on your kitchen floor with his pants down to his thighs. He blames your incredible head. “Figure out what you want; my cock, my lips, my fucking balls. I don’t care. I’m not doing all of this pathetic shit where you can suck my dick and not even give me a fucking kiss goodbye.”
“I want you to choose between me and your fiancée,” you muster out. You instantly regret saying that.
He’s stunned.
There’s an awkward silence as he breathes loudly, face moulding into an expression of disgust.
He scoffs and turns around to look at you. “Then I choose my fiancée.”
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ACADEMIC INTEGRITY
zeke yeager x f!reader
w/c: 2k
warnings: smut/18+/minors DNI, abuse of power (TA/college student relationship), manipulation, public sex, ass play, unprotected sex, spit, creampie, panty gagging ….. yea sorry zeke’s nasty
a/n: this was my fic for @weepinglevi’s adult movie trope collab! My trope was “I’ll do anything for the A,” be sure to check out the rest of the amazing fics here!! this was actually the second fic idea I’ve ever had, my bby & certified zeke fucker @aiiwa can attest to that back when this was a discord dm when i said i would never write smut. also feels incredibly full circle to write for zeke seeing as to how a zeke fic brought me to AOT. as always, a big smooch to @smoochiesdiarie for beta-ing, i hope yall enjoy.
The concept of a hot teacher is a complete and utter lie, one sold by cheap novels and Naruto that set a whole generation up for failure.
Luckily for you, the disappointment you felt at never having that twisted fantasy in the flesh was made up by sevenfold thanks to a blow off gen ed.
Everyone at Sina University knew that Global Dynamics and War was an easy A, but that wasn’t the only incentive to sign up. Professor Smith was by no means an eyesore, with his strong features and neat blonde hair, it’s no wonder mornings spent in the lecture hall were spent by most imagining what that deep voice would sound like by their ear rather than booming about the battle strategies of the Civil War.
Alas, the golden band that glints under the lights when he waves his arms is a crude reminder that those dreams will never turn into reality.
So thank god the two graduate students that served as his TA’s could help keep that spark alive.
On Monday mornings, Professor Smith was assisted by Levi. He was a sullen beauty, with inky black hair and sharp cheekbones. He’d sit in the corner with a thermos of steaming tea, sharp grey eyes surveying the lecture hall for anyone dozing off, occasionally grunting in agreement to the professor’s opinions on the state of forigen affairs.
But on Wednesdays, you got Zeke. He was the former star pitcher for the university team, but those muscles he earned from his days as an athlete were always on display in those weathered henleys he was sporting. He’d often stroll in a bit late, shaggy blonde hair slightly mussed from his bed, apologizing to the professor for his tardiness with a boyish grin. How he earned the spot of one of Erwin’s aids was beyond anyone’s comprehension, with the running commentary he had going on during lecture paired with the apple he was always tossing in the air like a baseball, he seemed more like a hindrance than a helping hand.
Erwin was more occupied with his passionate recruiting for the ROTC, going far enough to sneak in the importance of dedicating your hearts to a cause during class hours. This caused the brunt of the grade work to fall on his TA’s broad shoulders, which was exactly how one of the easiest classes of your senior year began to turn into a nightmare.
It started off with petty points taken off here and there.
“One could argue that the physical conflict began in 1817, but the key battle that sparked the thought of all out war actually occurred in 1816.”
“You sure today’s the fourteenth? Pretty sure we said the test would take place on the fifteenth.”
“Cornwallis is spelt with two L’s, not one.”
The scrawl of red pen on your essays and exams were unforgiving, the condescension of the critiques thinly veiled with a lopsided smiley face tacked on at the end of the sentence followed by the scribbled “Z.Y.”
Then, it progressed to your ideas being shut down in discussion, the point either countered by him or your raised hand completely ignored by his wire rimmed gaze.
It was absolutely infuriating, especially considering how all your friends didn’t seem to have an issue. You tried everything to change this without conflict, even directly handing your work to Levi — only for it to be promptly snatched by Zeke’s calloused fingers. When Zeke’s antics brought you to the verge of dropping a letter grade, you decided you’ve had enough, marching down towards the hall to his office hours to finally confront him.
You were expecting to scream at him till your cheeks were heated, causing an absolute scene — but before you could even open your mouth, Zeke broke the wolfish grin he was sporting at the sight of you to explain his side of things.
It’s not that Zeke was nitpicking your work because he felt like you were stupid.
He just thought you would learn so much better if he spelt things out for you.
So that's how you ended up folded over his desk, leggings pushed down so he could eat you out from behind. His beard scratched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as his tongue wrote the names of the generals you needed to know for next week’s test on your clit, finally rewarding you with his cock when you could repeat all of them back for him.
And the twisted study session worked — you were greeted with a 92 on the top of the paper and an offer for a second appointment.
Zeke had raised a brow at the way your nose wrinkled at his footnote. You shot him a glare as you walked out of class that day, and he chose to respond by burning holes into the back of your legs with his stare as you sauntered off to your next lecture.
It’s almost as though he knew you would be spreading them open for him again later that evening.
What started as an occasional rendezvous turned into a routine — you’d slip out of your apartment at 5:45 to get your brains fucked out in Trost Hall by 6:15. You’d often come down from your high to catch Zeke pocketing your panties in his jeans with a sardonic smile, leaving you forced to make the walk back keenly aware of the breeze hitting your bare pussy.
It wasn’t like you were doing this just for the grade (well, the grade that was rightfully yours to begin with).
As much as you hated to admit it, Zeke Yeager knew a damn thing or two about sex. There was nothing he loved more than fucking you absolutely stupid, thick cock slamming into you again and again, never truly satisfied until you coated it with your cum.
In another life, perhaps you two could have been a real thing. But quite frankly, the tabooness of the power dynamic made it that much hotter for the both of you.
You’ve had a couple of close calls, causing Zeke to clamp a large hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as Erwin’s heavy footsteps thudded past the closed door. Even Levi nearly became privy, narrowing his eyes when he saw you leaving Zeke’s office hours with your cardigan improperly buttoned.
You could only pray he hadn’t caught sight of the cum trickling down your soft thighs.
Over time, he had broken you. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of going back to random party hookups, nor could you get yourself off without thinking that it’s his fingers filling you up instead of your own. It’s the reason why on a day like today, when you’re feeling particularly needy, you find yourself venturing to his office a little earlier than your set time.
You’re about to round the corner that leads you to his office when a hand comes to grab at your elbow, yanking you into an empty hallway. The same hand comes to rest against the wall above your head, and you look up to find Zeke’s steel gaze glimmering playfully.
“Someone’s here early,” his gravelly voice rumbles.
“I had a slow day,” you lie.
“Mmmm, don’t think that’s it. Pretty sure my favorite little student is just really excited to see me.” His free hand starts to fiddle with the hem of your pleated skirt, diving underneath so his fingertips could dance on the bare skin. “Even looks like she’s playing the part fully today too.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan, sweetheart.” His touch travels further up your thigh, eyes widening when he discovers what you’ve been hiding. “No panties? You really have missed me, huh?”
“I couldn’t afford to get another pair stolen.”
“You know I’ll buy you more, right?”
“On a TA’s salary?” You snort. “I don’t have my hopes up.”
“Feisty today, aren't we?” He’s gripping your hips to spin you around abruptly. You hear the soft jingle of his belt coming undone as you stabilize yourself against the wall.
“Zeke! Not here, it’s too public, we could get —” He cuts you off with a slap to your clit with the head of his dick, leaning over your body as you squeal when he continues to repeat the motion.
“Don’t give me any of that,” he laughs, hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “I’ve been fucking you in my office for weeks now, let’s not pretend that the fear of getting caught doesn’t turn you on. Sure feels like it to me.” He moves his attention away from your bud to run his length through the slick that's gathered between your folds, resting the tip at your throbbing entrance.
“And if you’re just so concerned about the noise, I’ve got just the thing.” Zeke runs his hand up the column of your throat, forcing your head upwards so you could see the dusty pink thong he had taken last week. “Don’t worry, I washed it. Now, open.” He rests the material between your lips, and with the small nod he gets from you that you’re ready, he pushes into you.
The initial stretch of him burns, your moans muffled by the silk in your mouth. You’re panting around your gag when he’s filled you to the hilt, feeling the cool air hit the swell of your ass when Zeke flips your skirt up.
When he hears your impatient whine, he begins to move, mesmerized by the way your flesh jiggles with every thrust of his hips. He spreads the cheeks apart to watch your pussy practically swallow his cock, the puckered hole above it begging for his attention.
You turn your head back when a glob of spit lands on your asshole, a fearful expression crossing your face when you feel his thumb spread the wetness around the rim.
“Aw, sweetheart, don’t resist,” he coos, “It will feel good, trust me. It’s my job to teach you what’s good, yeah?” And with that, he pushes his thumb in, the small ministrations combined with the way his fat cock is pistoning into you just right causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Any fear you had of a passerby is long forgotten, mind going hazy till the only thought in your mind is just Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, the very mantra you’re groaning around your panties. His balls slap against your puffy clit once more and you’re gone, thighs trembling as you cream on his length. Zeke isn’t too far behind, filling you up with a groan as your cunt clamps down on him.
He removes his thumb with a squelch, slowly pulling so he can watch his cum dribble out of you. You're resting your head against the wall, the cool surface of the concrete a welcome respite to your heated skin as you catch your breath. You take the spit soaked fabric out of your mouth and Zeke grabs it the minute it's been freed, using it to wipe down his coated cock.
You huff as you watch him tuck the soiled thing back into his pocket, which he defends with a lame claim of it being laundry day. He helps you wobble off the wall, walking with you to his office with the saccharine promise of cleaning you up.
When Zeke pushes open the creaky mahogany door, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.
The same slate grey eyes that narrow in disgust at the sight of a snoozer are staring back at the both of you, Levi glaring at the both of you over his forest green thermos.
“So this is what you brats have been up to during your office hours,” he tsks, observing your disheveled states.
“I-I-I can explain —,” you begin.
“Save it. I’m sure the blonde gorilla behind you is behind it entirely.”
“Are — are you going to tell Professor Smith?”
“Maybe.” Levi pauses to take a moment to set the thermos on the desk behind him, folding his arms over his chest.
“Maybe I’ll be convinced to keep quiet if you can show me exactly how you made such a miraculous recovery with your grades too.”
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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 15]
pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader
this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒
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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.
You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.
But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.
I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.
“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”
You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.
Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.
‘It can wait.’
“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”
Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.
“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”
“Find out about what?”
“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”
Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.
“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”
Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”
Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.
“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”
The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.
Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.
Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.
“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”
So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.
Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.
Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.
It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.
By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.
“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.
He’d just have to figure it out later.
Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.
Why was everyone popping up now?
When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.
You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.
“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”
Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.
“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”
You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.
He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.
But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.
“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.
“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”
The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”
Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.
“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”
The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.
“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”
Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.
“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”
It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.
“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.
“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.
Would his voice be enough to give it away?
“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.
“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.
“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”
“Try me, then~”
Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.
He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.
“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.
“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.
“Too late to say that I take it back?”
“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”
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artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that
angelhan: shibari next time???
universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up
universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)
therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro
alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me
Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.
Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.
“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.
The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.
j__min has donated $150
j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)
alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening
alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule
gentleman_josh95: yea same
xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭
Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.
You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.
“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.
“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”
Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”
tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute
tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her
sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes
“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to.
You’d ask later.
“D-daddy…?”
Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.
The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.
“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.
“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”
“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”
Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.
“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”
Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.
“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.
hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies
therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?
kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits
kitty_junjun has donated $75
sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room
xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them
chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow
chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth
Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.
He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.
“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”
“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.
“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.
But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.
“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”
Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.
Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.
hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission
hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50
hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho
alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up
angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh
Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”
“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.
“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”
“I want you on your knees again, princess.”
Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s. “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.
He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”
You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”
Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.
It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier.
Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.
In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.
“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.
“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.
Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.
Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.
“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.
“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”
You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.
Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.
“Feeling better?”
“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”
The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.
You just had to know.
“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”
“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.
“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”
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A lit cigarette hangs from McKenzie's lips as she leans over the propped-up surfboard. Sweat was already beading on her forehead before she had done any work on the board. After weeks of surfing with her friends, the gripping wax had melted beyond her comfort zone. The music plays over the outdoor system, and she sings along, swaying her hips in time.
Kenzie was alone for the morning. Her friends didn't get up before noon most days, and her dad was in the office. Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne blares across her backyard, drowning out the distinctive sound of the Twinkie and three doors closing.
The old, gray wax slides off her board like butter as Kenzie sings her heart out, not hearing her friends walk up the gravel driveway to her backyard. She continues to sing loudly, swinging her hips side to side as her friends muffle their laughs. They watch on in hushed tones.
JJ snickers when she trips over her own feet, trying to do a spin. Kenzie may be coordinated, but she was the clumsiest person he knew. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees four pairs of shoes as she regains balance.
With a yelp, Kenzie throws the scrapper at the intruders, not expecting her friends to be at her house this early. The scrapper hits next to JJ's head and would have hit him if he hadn't ducked. "Jesus fucking Christ, guys. You should know not to sneak up on a deputy's daughter," Kenzie berates, clutching her chest as she calms herself down.
"Well, if you were on your phone like you usually are, you'd know that we were coming over," JJ says. He walks over to her and takes the cigarette out of her hand. Kenzie shakes her head and smacks JJ's arm.
"We wanted to see if you wanted to catch some early morning waves with us?" John B. asks. "But seeing as you're working on your shortboard, I guess that's out of the question."
"I have my dad's I can steal for the day. Just let me finish this here, and I'll meet you guys down there?" Kenzie asks, taking the cigarette back from JJ. The gang agrees quickly, ready to hit some waves. Pope tosses her the wax comb and follows his friends back to the Twinkie.
JJ opts to stay behind, wanting to spend more time with Kenzie. "You don't have to stay, you know?" Kenzie states as she goes back to cleaning the board of its old wax. JJ starts on the other side with a spare scrapper he found on the floor.
"I know. I just like spending time with you. Is that a crime, Ken?" JJ asks in a sassy tone. Kenzie laughs and shakes her head.
"Yes. A crime punishable by life in prison," Kenzie retorts, focusing back to her board. JJ laughs with her before finishing off the wax on his side.
The friends dance and sing together to the songs that play over her sound system while they wax. Granted, there was more fooling around than working between the two. Kenzie squeals as JJ lifts her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder when she tried to finish waxing her shortboard. "JJ," She yells, slapping his back playfully.
"I'm bored of waxing, Ken. Let's go surf," JJ whines, already carrying her inside of her house. Kenzie giggles and flops against JJ, making carrying her harder. She yelps again as JJ tosses her onto her bed.
She rolls off of the other side when JJ tries to lay on top of her. "Didn't you just say you wanted to go surfing, Maybank?" He groans in response and settles his hands behind his head while Kenzie finds a bikini from her drawers. "Are you just going to sit there like a pervert while I change?" Kenzie asks, eyeing the boy suspiciously.
JJ shrugs, not breaking eye contact. "You've changed in front of me before, so what's different now?" He asks. Kenzie doesn't have enough energy to fight him on this, so she turns her back, peeling her shirt off. Nothing was different, obviously. But it still felt tense taking off her clothes.
Her back flexes as she pulls the halter top on. Kezie's perfectly tanned, flawless back. If she turned just a little, JJ could see her perfect breasts. JJ shakes his head to try to clear the thoughts, but when her shorts hit the floor, JJ gets the perfect view of her ass. Absolutely flawless, he thinks to himself.
McKenzie turns back around and smiles at JJ. "Ready to go?" She asks as she pulls on the clothes she wore earlier back on. JJ, once again speechless by the beauty that is his best friend, nods.
John B. cheers when he sees the duo walk down the beach, carrying their boards under their arms. "About damn time, assholes." He yells up to them. Kenzie and JJ flip him off in unison before running down the sand to where the water meets the sand.
The group spends hours surfing the morning tide. Pope and Kenzie share a board at one point, unsuccessfully trying couple's tricks. The only one they got close was when Kenzie was on Pope's shoulders. Kenzie had made it onto his shoulders easily, but when a wave caught them, both fell into the water in a fit of giggles.
Pope hauls the bucket of water up to their sandcastle, smiling brightly as they almost finished the moat. The castle stood tall and proud, a small leaf on the top as their Pouge flag. As Pope fills up the trench, JJ sits next to Kenzie on the hot sand. "What's this?"
"A jail," Kenzie sasses, rolling her head to the side to look at JJ. "A fucking castle. What does it look like, genius?" JJ scoffs and rolls his eyes. "It's the castle of Queen Bitch and King Dumbass. They rule Pougelandia," Kenzie informs. JJ laughs with an approving nod.
"I like your story, Ken. Let me guess, I'm King Dumbass?" Kenzie shakes her head.
"Nope. John B. is King Dumbass. You're Princess Asshole."
"I thought it was Queen Bitch?" JJ asks, smirking at Kenzie. He loved how intricate her little stories would become when she made sandcastles. Kenzie sighs dramatically.
"No, you're Princess Asshole, Pope is Queen Bitch, and Kiara is Prince Charming," Kenzie jokes, leaning her head on JJ's shoulder. "I'm obviously the royal jester. Considering I'm the funniest fucker you will ever know."
Pope scoffs with a shake of his head. "So I'm married to John B., and you get to live life happily making jokes for everyone to laugh at?"
John B. soon joins them and plays along with Kenzie's story, making kissing faces at an uncomfortable Pope. Kenzie laughs at her friends' antics, teasing and mocking each other like usual teens do. Some part of Kenzie is touching JJ at all times, enjoying the physical contact she got with him.
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