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🫧 skin care daddy 🫧

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: your skin's been breaking out recently and you're stressed at work and you have your sister's wedding to attend in a week. according to the internet, this is the best spa in town, and you're lowkey desperate at this point...it can't be that bad right? ☆ tags: modern au ☆ warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!recieving), facial, dirty talk, fingering, flicking the bean?? idk ☆ a/n: guys i swear i am cooking in the kitchen with the asks from my follower event AND other shit OK!! sorry for the wait on everything but here is a little crumb bc i love u all!! i was feeling unhinged bc i saw two things: 1) a spa called skin care daddy and 2) a post or one shot where the reader got a facial from gojo and it cleared her skin. idk i just felt inspired to make this bc it felt the universe was asking me to. not proofread some plot with corn u know the vibes babes xx ☆ word count: 7k+

"sorry, we're all booked for this weekend and the next. we usually recommend that our customers book 3 weeks in advance for our services at the ritz carlton luxury spa." the lady on the other end of the line was objectively speaking very politely, but you were far too frustrated with your situation to notice.

"great, yeah, no, thanks." you say quickly, hanging up the phone and groaning into your pillow.

"no luck at the ritz?" you turn to face your best friend, nobara.

"they're all booked, what a surprise!" you say sarcastically, your voice still slightly muffled by the pillow.

"i mean, c'mon, y/n. your face is not that bad..." nobara tries and deeply fails to comfort you, making you chuckle half heartedly.

you get up from your bed and walk over to the full body mirror of your closet in order to get up close and personal with your face. your fingers stretch on the skin around your breakouts as you study them with determination, as if just willing them to be gone will do the trick. it doesn't.

"it's bad enough that all the aunties will say something snarky to me all day."

you're usually one to always follow through on your skincare routine, am and pm, and watch what you eat carefully so that you don't get breakouts. but you recently went through a rough patch (read: a hellish period) and your face took the brunt of the damage. it wasn't your fault you were having massive cramps and craved hot cheetos the entire week (it was so worth it) but now, a week before your sister's wedding, you're facing the consequences.

you sigh. the ritz was the fifth place you guys called that didn't have any space for an all day facial, but you couldn't run out of hope. back to the drawing board.

you open up your laptop and get back to searching on google maps, as nobara does the same thing. you're grateful she's helping you out during your, albeit, dumb crisis, but what are girl friendships for? a spa you've never heard of before suddenly catches your eye and you zoom in. skin care daddy? you read the finer print underneath it. best day spa in tokyo.

you snort. best day spa in tokyo my ass. if it really was the best day spa in tokyo, why have you never heard of it?

nobara laughs, almost on cue. "wait, dude, are you seeing this spa?" she turns her phone around and you see she's also looking at skin care daddy. "this has to be a joke, right? no way would they be allowed to open up a spa named that, right?"

"ohmygod, i was just looking at that!" you say excitedly. "it literally sounds like a sex bot made it for unsuspecting horny losers to click on and get like, a crazy virus." you both laugh at how ridiculous this place sounds.

nobara's laugh almost abruptly stops as she scrolls down the place. "wait, stop. this place has like...over ten thousand reviews and a 4.9 star rating..."

you immediately click on the place and take a closer look at the reviews and ratings and see she's right. "i don't think i've ever seen a place have this many reviews with consistent ratings?" your brows scrunch as you read aloud some of the top reviews.

"this spa has given me the some of the best facials of my life. i always come to this spa whenever i'm in the area, and the people working there are obsessed with taking care of their customers. 10/10" you're baffled by the review sounding so...weird but you think nothing of it. you make a mental note that you are kinda desperately looking for a miracle facial to help with your breakouts, so maybe you shouldn't count this place out just yet.

nobara half heartedly scoffs as she reads the next one. "i've had chronic acne and back pain for years until i saw someone from here who made me feel soo good. you'll be coming here all the time once you go. maybe even multiple times a day."

"how good can this place be if you have to go multiple times to make sure your spa treatment worked?" you say, rolling your eyes at these reviews. "these can't be real right?"

"they sound incentivized or like someone paid them to write it or somethin'" nobara surmises.

"maybe it's a cult or something," you say, causing both of you to double over in laughter.

"a cult disguised as a spa is a bit too insane, even for tokyo." nobara says as she scrolls through and skims more reviews. "aren't you looking for a facial anyway? everyone's saying they're really good here...you know...despite the..." she gestures with her hands the reviews on her phone.

"ugh, am i for real that desperate for clear skin that i'm willing to go to a shady ass day spa?" you roll on to your back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating.

"can't be that shady if it's ten thousand reviews. say what you want but that's a lot of reviews to pay money for."

nobara has a point. you grab your laptop and try to look for a link to their website and see they don't have a website. interesting. not a red flag but just interesting. maybe i have to call for bookings? you search for a phone number, but fail to find one.

"wait, are you able to find any contact for this spa?" you ask noabra and you see her squinting her eyes at the phone.

"no i wasn't but i saw a review that basically said this spa is a walk-in type of deal?"

"it's a walk-in but has thousands of reviews? how does that even work? people are probably waiting years in line to get in?"

"dunno," nobara shrugs, and puts her phone back in her pocket. "maybe it's like a 'if-you-know-you-know' type of thing so it's like popular through word of mouth of somethin'"

damn. even more shady, then. you chew on your lip and stare at the ceiling again, trying to imagine all the things your aunties will say to you at the wedding.

"27 and still unmarried? shame."

"oh, you really need to watch your diet, the breakouts will never go away otherwise."

"clear skin is the first step to find a man who will desire you, y/n."

you feel like your skin is burning thinking about the so-called "advice" you're likely to receive at the wedding. normally you wouldn't care, but your hormones have been kind of out of wack with the new birth control you started recently, and you're not sure if you can really take any form of bullshit other than your sister's this weekend.

your thoughts are interrupted by nobara getting up from your chair. "alright, i'm off to work. need a ride to skin care daddy?"

"yeah, actually," you say as you slowly get out of your bed and change our of your pajamas.

"wait, what?!" nobara says with wide eyes. "i was actually joking when i said that. are you seriously gonna go? y/n, i dunno about this one..."

"c'mon! it's like you said, it's weird but it's not necessarily shady..." you say, mostly trying to convince yourself as you put on a pair of your favorite lazy girl black flared yoga pants.

nobara seems to consider it for a moment before responding. "kay, fine. but if i take you there and it's some abandoned warehouse-"

"then we'll drive away. no way in hell i'm about to die for this place." you assure nobara, putting her at ease.

you quickly don a thrifted gray hoodie and put your hair up in a messy bun. you don't care to put on any makeup, since you're probably gonna have to take it off anyway. if the day spa isn't shady and in an abandoned warehouse.

you quickly grab your keys and wallet before gesturing to nobara to leave. she sighs, looking at her phone one more time.

"fuck it, let's go before i change my mind."

"okay it says it's just right around the corn-"

"OH MY GOD?!" you're unable to hold back your disbelief as nobara took the corner to, what you think, might the chicest and prettiest boutique you've ever laid eyes on. the front was adorned with a gorgeous light blue awning with european style bell-shaped pendant lights making it almost glow during the day time.

"what the hell...ain't no way..." noabra is at a loss for words for how fancy it looks. "they have the money to rent out a place like this but no website?"

"or have a phone number." you mumble as you open nobara's car door. you turn around and give her a quick wave. she tells you to give her a call and tell her how it is after and you promise to do so. as nobara drives off, all the skepticism evaporates from your body looking at the dainty and cute decor all over the place.

you walk in to a fairly large lobby, with a desk in the middle and waiting chairs surrounding it. the calming scent of lavender, green tea, and patchouli hits your nose, and your guard immediately drops; the aroma relaxes you almost instantly.

you look around and are surprised to see only two other women in the waiting chairs on their phone. one of them seemed older, kind of like a mother, and the other seemed to be your age, but far more demure.

"hey, there! welcome to skin care daddy! we're determined to take care of you all your needs, no matter what! how can i help you today?" your head whips around to the guy sitting at the reception desk, and you feel a bit embarrassed; he must've noticed how lost you looked here, and you force yourself to straighten up and regain your composure as you slowly walk to the front desk. you take a closer at the guy with shaggy black hair sitting in the chair in front of you.

"hi..." you squint to see the faint print on his name badge. "yuta".

"yup! that's me!" he chirps. you know he probably has to exaggerate his good mood for the sake of the job but it kind of irks you. "what can i do for you today, miss?"

"yeah, uhh...what services do you guys offer? i tried looking online but you guys didn't have a website and..." your wandering eyes can't help but look around skeptically around the front desk and the doors on either side of the lobby.

"well, we offer whatever you need, miss. just tell us what you're looking for and we'll have it. i guarantee it."

"okay, well. my sister's getting married next weekend and..." you gesture to your face. "my life has been all sorts of stressful and hormonal so honestly, i'm just looking for something that can help me feel refreshed-"

you're interrupted by someone entering in from the right side of the lobby door. it's a woman who, you must say, looks glowing. her skin is bright and she quite looks like she's almost levitating. guiding her out of the spa is a young man, around your age, with blond hair and round glasses. he's unbelievably built, with strong hands rubbing her back softly and a chiseled jaw. he's wearing what you think is the uniform of this place: white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and black slacks.

your breath gets caught in your throat momentarily. no fucking way. this guy works here? he's so fucking...hot. you have to force your eyes to tear away from him as you try your hardest to focus back on your conversation with yuta.

yuta chuckles as he follows your gaze. "ah, yes, mr. nanami is a customer favorite esthetician here. anyway, seems like you're going through a rough time and you came to the perfect place! normally, i would recommend the oxygen facial, but since you said you have a wedding..." yuta types something on the computer for a bit. "personally, i would recommend the full body tokyo special."

you're not entirely what an oxygen facial is, nor what the tokyo special is, and you feel even more stupid asking this guy who seems to be in college for more information.

"um, sorry, what's a full body tokyo special? i think i just need a really good facial."

"oh no worries, miss. i apologize. the full body tokyo special consists of a hands-on full body aromatherapy massage and our famous milkbomb facial, which'll do wonders for your skin." he winks at you. why did he wink at you?

you're unable to think about whether or not you even wanna do anything here when a group of men barge in through the left door of the lobby, laughing loudly, before lowering their voices.

one of the men is a dark haired man, seemingly a little older than the other two and yourself, but also very much ripped just like mr. nanami. you tried not to stare at the skin tight black shirt he wore that attenuated his pecs but miserably failed. he took the quickest glance at you and gave the faintest smile, revealing a slight scar on the left side of his lip. a scar that makes him sexier? you've gotta be kidding me. you follow his gaze to the older woman you saw sitting here when you came in, who know looks completely enamored by the man.

"there's my favorite mama," the man coos, holding an arm out for her as she skipped to him. he leads her to the other door, and you could hear them giggling and talking, as if this wasn't the first time they've seen each other.

"aight, see ya later, man." the other dark haired man said to his friend, before making eye contact with you, and then giving a slight smirk to yuta. he heads straight to the demure girl you saw when you walked in, and holds his hand out to her and she blushes and grabs it.

"th-thanks for seeing me again, geto-san." the girl says so softly that you have to strain your ears to listen.

"i told you to call me suguru..." you hear him joke as they disappear behind the door.

"like what you see?" you turn your head to the last guy, who now is far too close for your liking. you take a small step back, which makes him chuckle.

"yuta-kun! who do we have here?" the man asks boisterously. despite being indoors, he's wearing dark circled sunglasses. what a douche.

"oh, hey gojo-sensei. this is..." yuta looks at you, waiting for you to say your name.

"y/n." you say a bit too late, still trying to process the barrage of attractive men that just showed up all at once and what they had to do with the spa.

yuta starts filling in the man about what you were looking for, as you take in the man who's intently listening to him. he has white hair, and is wearing the same uniform as mr. nanami was, with three buttons undone and his hair slightly disheveled. he's also really tall. like really tall. like he towers over you easily tall. but also, just as well built like everyone else.

what is this place? you knew men could work in salons and parlors and spas, but this place seemed to be exclusively run by them. and not just any men, really attractive men. and what's worse is that you were not complaining. sure, it's a bit weird but there's really no other choice for you at this point.

"ahh, the tokyo special, huh?" he says, turning at you and giving you a bright smile which you suspect he gives to everyone who comes in here. "nice choice."

"he's the one who chose it, and i'm not even sure if i want it." you say, pointing to yuta, and trying your hardest to stand your ground. you have to really make sure this spa treatment is actually gonna help and not just a scam for your money.

"well, he chose right. i've never seen you here before, so you must be new here, right?" you nod, suddenly feeling really small and embarrassed about your attitude before. god, you're never one to behave badly in front of service workers. the hormones are really doing a number on your mood. maybe you could benefit from this "tokyo special".

he leans down to meet your eyes and takes off his sunglasses, and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes you've ever seen. through an almost hypnotic effect, you feel much calmer than you did before, and more trusting of him. "well, lucky for you, i've got an opening right now. i'll help you feel right at home." he gives you a wink, and you can't help but feel there's some other hidden meaning behind what he says.

"umm...well..." you say, holding on to the thin strings of your resolve.

"gojo-sensei is the best masseuse and esthetician here, especially for first timers like yourself, miss y/n. i guarantee you'll leave the establishment more than satisfied with his work." yuta assures you with a smile.

and with that, your resolve completely dissolves and you nod and hand him your credit card and he takes the information. gojo touches the small of your back ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn't feel you shiver at his touch.

"he just loves kissing up to me so he can get a full time job here after college. i'm his favorite cousin, after all." he says, making you giggle as you walk through the two panel doors into the spa.

"thanks for taking me in during your opening, mr. gojo." you say politely, feeling grateful as he leads you down the corridor of the neat, clean, and minimally decorated hallway.

"i think you're gonna be the one taking me in," gojo mumbles under his breath while opening the door to a room that looked like a doctor's office. a single lavender massage table greets you with small cabinets on either side.

you're unable to catch what he said. "what? did you say something?"

"i said call me satoru. no need to get so formal with me, i'm just some dude who works here." he chuckles. he locks the door as you sit up on the massage table awkwardly, unsure of how you should be positioning yourself or what exactly he was planning.

gojo goes to the corner and pulls out a fluffy white bathrobe and hands it to you. you're blown away by how soft it feels in your hands -- luxury at it's finest, you guess.

"okay, i just have a quick questionnaire i need you to fill out, probably will take around a minute," he says, as he grabs a clipboard with a pen attached to it from another drawer and takes a seat on a padded lab stool. he rolls closer to you until his long slender legs are almost touching your calves.

"alrighty here...okay, first question…” the questions gojo reads off are normal enough, with various clauses consenting to the spa treatment, confirming your age, and so forth. they don’t start getting weird until later. “ok last three, we’re almost done.” you notice a shit-eating grin on his face as he scribbles your answer to the previous question. “okay, are you a virgin?”

“what?!”

“are you a virg-”

“i heard you the first time. what kinda question is that? that’s so invasive, what the hell are you play-” you’re ready to give an entire speech to this guy about how inappropriate and irrelevant the question is.

“it’s fine if you don’t wanna answer it, i just can’t continue the treatment if you don’t.” gojo says this so simply and nonchalantly, as if the question was about your favorite color, and not an intimate detail about your sexuality.

“okay, fine. not a virgin.” you cross your hands in irritation.

“not…a...virgin…” you hear him say under his breath as he scribbles something you cannot see on his clipboard. you try leaning forward to see what he’s writing (and if there really was a question like that on the questionnaire but he quickly pulls it closer to his chest, giving you a teasing smirk. “are you on birth control?”

“y-yes?”

“good to know. last question: got any STDs i need to know about?”

oh, for fuck’s sake. this is ridiculous. does he think you’ve never been to a spa before? the usual thai place you go to never asks this many questions. “do you have any STDs i need to worry about? what is this? 20 questions?”

“you can ask them to me back, i’d be happy to answer them.” he says calmly with a coy smile. “in fact, i’ll answer them right now. no, no, and no.”

you sign in defeat. “no for me too.” maybe this is what happens when a place has like, ten thousand 5 star reviews on google maps. they just ask the weirdest questions. there’s a small voice berating yourself for folding so easily regarding his questions, but whatever. you’re ready to get this treatment over with.

“okay, take off all your clothes and wear the bathrobe. do you want me to step outside?”

what the hell kinda question is that? of course, he’s supposed to step outside? “um, yeah?” you say it almost obviously, not feeling bad about the attitude that’s coming out of you.

gojo raises his hand in surrender. “sorry, just askin’...” he grabs his clipboard and steps out of the room, saying he’ll be back in five minutes for the warm up massage. you quickly undress yourself. you have a feeling he’s the type to come in within seconds of knocking on the door without checking to see if you’re decent. you’re unsure where to place your clothes other than the table next to the cabinet so you neatly fold them, hiding your underwear and bra within the folds of your yoga pants and sweatshirt.

just as promised, gojo shows up five minutes later with one knock before welcoming himself in. he’s holding a dark colored glass bottle filled with a calming essential oil for massaging, and turns on the diffuser in the room.

“thanks for undressing,” he says, looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter. “alright, here’s how this is gonna go. i’m gonna give you a nice full body massage to loosen your muscles up, and then we do the facial last, sound good, princess?”

your skin tingles at him calling you that nickname, but you ignore it. there’s no way i can let my mind wander like that when he’s giving me a massage. you nod your head in agreement, and lay on your back slowly, fidgeting with the ends of your bathrobe so that you’re not totally exposed to him. gojo slowly hovers his hands over you and lightly touches your stomach, patting it to get your attention, but it causes you suck in a breath a bit too loudly.

“gotta go on your stomach for me for this one,” he says, urging you to flip around. “gonna undo this, okay?” he tugs at the knot you made on your bathrobe and you nod. he slowly undoes it, and you feel exposed as your breasts peek out through the sides. you cross your legs almost immediately, feeling incredibly exposed in front of a fully clothed gojo.

you quickly turn on your stomach before he has a chance to take in your body. you feel his cold fingers slowly expose your back, as he stops right before the hump of your ass. you hear him squeezing out some of the oil and warming it up in his hands as he gets to work on your back.

you suck in a sharp breath between your teeth as his cold fingers explore the knots on your back.

“cold isn’t it? you’ll get used to my fingers, promise,” he says sweetly, as he hits a spot on your back that’s been particularly bothering you as of late. it’s too late when you let out a moan, and you hear him chuckle. “hit the right spot, didn’t i?”

he continues to undo the knot on your back, and moan back a breathy affirmation as you continue to try (and fail) to hold back your noises. “f-fuck, gojo, that feels s-so good…” you say in between his movements.

you feel his hot breath in your ear. “told ya to call me satoru, don’t forget it next time, princess.” this time, the nickname goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to cross your legs when you’re on your stomach and feeling delirious with the pleasure that came from the pressure of his slender fingers.

unbeknownst you, your soft moans are slowly making their way down to gojo’s member, as he gets harder by the second. he doesn’t want to make it so obvious just yet – he’s just getting start after all. he can’t just blow his load this close into the session, but you’re sure as hell giving him a run for his money.

“feel good?” you moan in response. gojo slowly inches his fingers down closer and closer to your ass, until it reaches the hem of your bathrobe covering it. “gonna move this down so i can do your legs, yeah?”

gojo will admit, he was a bit too excited to see your ass as he removed your bathrobe down before you could give a proper “yes” but it didn’t matter when you’re soft breaths were giving him the answer he needed. it takes everything in him to not knead the rounds of your perfect ass (he swears your cheeks were made for his hands) and move straight to your calves.

he slowly massages the soles of your feet and calves with the oil as he moves closer to your thighs, all while relishing in your sweet moans. once he’s at your thighs, the real fun begins. gojo knows this routine like the back of his hands.

you hear him sigh in confusion. “is everything okay?” you turn your head slightly to see him.

“sorry about this princess, but you’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit for me. it’s hard to get every inch of you warmed up, otherwise.”

you obey him almost too easily, and shift your thighs so that there’s more room for him to touch with his fingers. gojo’s hands reach up to slightly cup your ass, before his thumbs slowly slide into your inner thigh, lightly massaging you.

your breaths are getting shallower and louder, and you pray he doesn't go any closer to your pussy so he doesn’t see how soaked you are. you’ve never had a massage like this before, but you also don’t want him to stop.

gojo’s fingers play with the space of your inner thigh before he spreads you apart, exposing you. you breath catches in your throat, and he performs the next part of his act.

“we’ve got a pretty unconventional way of massaging our clients, princess.” you hear his voice straining. “gotta make sure you’re relaxed everywhere, but you gotta let me take care of you. think you can do that? all you have to do is relax, and let daddy do everything for you.” you can hear the lust dripping from his voice, but to be honest, you couldn’t give a shit at this point.

“y-yeah, please, satoru, whatever you want. please, i just…i just feel so good right now,” you say, your eyes shut tight, and your hips practically squirming under his touch. you think you might go insane if he doesn’t touch you there in the next second.

hook, line, and sinker. who’s gojo to deny your request? he graduated top of his class at his cosmetology and esthetician university, after all. his fingers glide almost too easily between your folds as he starts playing with your throbbing core. he can feel how needy your pussy is for his hands as he spreads your slick all over your core.

the pleasure immediately gets caught in the pillow that muffles your moans. fuck, so this is what all the reviews were talking about. you feel his fingertips dancing around your clit and you want to shout at him to pay attention to it.

“s-satoru~ p-please…i need you right there…” you say in between your moans.

“where? here?” gojo’s finger taps your clit lightly, and it makes your entire body twitch with pleasure. he has to press down on the small of your back to keep you place as his fingers rub circles around your bundle of nerves, making you whimper. you unconsciously grind your hips against his fingers, trying to get close to your release.

“need a better angle. face down, ass up.” gojo commands, and your body conforms to his words. you prop your lower body up with your knees while your face is sideways against the head of the massage table. he uses this now better angle to really rub his fingers into your folds and bundle of nerves, sending electricity throughout your body. you feel the dam building up inside you and threatening to break.

“satoru~ i’m-i’m getting c-close…ah~” you hands grip on to the sides of the massage table as you brace for the earth shattering orgasm to rip through you, and with gojo’s deft fingers, you’re on cloud nine in no time.

your body slumps back down and your eyes roll back as the vibrations of your release still radiate through your body. you hear your pulse pumping through your head as you try to catch you breath, but you feel gojo’s now warm hands flip you on your back, and his face inches from yours.

“you took that so well, princess. we’re not done, yet. there’s still another part of your body that needs to warm up.” you don’t have time to process what he means as he inserts two fingers into his mouth and then deep inside your entrance. your gasp is muffled by his mouth connecting to yours, hard, teeth and all. his fingers are long, and they easily find your sensitive g-spot as they curl upwards and bully your internal bundle of nerves. it’s quite embarrassing how quickly you’re ready for another release, and how hungry your entrance was for his finger, practically sucking them in and clenching around them immediately.

“f-fuck~ i’m about to-” you don’t get to finish your sentence, as another orgasm rips through your body. gojo kisses you again to block your moans, and your hands wrap around his neck to pull him even closer to you. he playfully bites on your lower lip as you ride out your release on his fingers.

gojo’s kisses turn into soft quick pecks as your breathing steadies and your eyes can focus again. “we’re not done yet,” he teases, slowly taking his slick coated fingers out of you.

you don’t even have the energy to respond back as he flips you on you back. through heavy eyes, you look back up at him, biting back a moan as he restarts rubbing circles on your extremely sensitive clit. he needs to take off his shirt and fuck you already.

“need something?” gojo teases, sensing your neediness from just your eyes.

“take off your shirt, dumbass.” you say through gritted teeth.

“try again.” he presses harder on your clit, and you let out an unsanctioned yelp through your teeth.

“f-fuck~ please take off your shirt, dumbass.”

he smiles. “well, if you insist…” he rolls his eyes, feigning inconvenience, but the slowly growing tent in his pants says otherwise. gojo unbuttons his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso. now this is just unfair.

“geez, my eyes are up here.” he teases, smirking at you as you quickly meet his eyes and feel your face flush. he unbuckles his belt and you slowly sit up from the massage table. you’re overcome with the urge to touch him, everywhere. you hook your finger to the belt loop of his pants and pull him closer to you.

gojo smirks as he wraps his arms around hips and leans down to kiss you deeply. you feel your core ache for his touch again as his tongue explores your mouth again. you trace his perfectly sculpted torso, the indents of his abs slightly sweaty to your touch. your hands slowly make their way to the zipper of his slacks, but gojo immediately grabs your wrist to stop you from taking them fully off.

“not just yet…” he murmurs in between kisses. while his lips are still locked on you, he slowly pushes your body back on the massage table and starts kissing down your bare stomach, the measly bathrobe long since discarded somewhere on the floor. gojo leaves small wet kisses along your body until he reaches your inner thighs.

you suck in a breath as you involuntarily spread your legs for him, earning an enthusiastic hum from gojo, who’s still continuing to leave a trail of kisses that are inching closer and closer to where you need his mouth to be the most. “p-please~” you moan, your eyes closed in bliss.

“please what, princess? use your words,” gojo coos, coming face to face with your soaking wet core. he blows on the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your legs to twitch.

you can’t stand his fucking teasing but you need to be eaten out, so bad. “f-fuck y-you, gojo~” you say, pushing your core up to his face, trying to aim for his mouth before he easily pushes your hips back on the table. you hear him tsk in disapproval, and tears welling up in your eyes in desperation. “please, your tongue…inside me…please~” you whimper weakly.

“since you begged so nicely…” gojo says before he immediately plunges his tongue inside you, almost making you scream. his tongue expertly explores your folds and sucks on your clit, making you inadvertently grind on his face. “y’taste so delicious, princess,” he says between licks as he eats you out like it’s the last pussy on earth.

his ministrations with his tongue has you teetering on the edge in record time, and you’re threatening to spill within minutes of him eating you out. as the third wave of pleasure washes over you, you don’t have the energy in you to ask for permission as you feel your body tingle in the aftermath of it. you think you made a mess all over the massage table and gojo’s face, but you don’t have it in you to care as your eyes roll back.

you feel gojo unbuckle his belt and take off his slack and underwear, exposing his hard member in his hands. you can see the precum leaking out the tip as you weakly lean on your elbows to prop yourself up.

“see, princess, all those questions did have a reason after all…” he says in between breaths as he strokes himself, looking at your naked glistening body. you spread your legs further in anticipation of feeling him. “but there you were, being such a fuckin’ brat about answering them…” gojo says, eyebrows furrowing as he brings his tip closer to your core and you bite your lip in anticipation.

“guess you better fuck the attitude outta me, then?” you say, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes filled with mindless lust. you don’t even care about the consequences or who hears or even if you get your facial – you just need him. every part of your body craved him.

gojo wastes no time at your suggestion, his tip entering you as you let out a lecherous moan. you feel the initial pain of his larger than average member tearing your tight entrance apart, and bite back a moan. gojo grits his teeth as he lets out a steady throaty groan.

“fuck, princess. so fuckin’ tight. sure you’re not a virgin?”

“s’too much satoru, y-you’re huge…ahh~”

“too bad, princess.” he says, surprising you as he starts thrusting agonizingly slowly into you, bottoming out and effectively reaching the sensitive spot inside you. pain slowly turns into pleasure as you indulge in the feeling of your g-spot getting kissed by his member – the spot that you can never reach by yourself using your own fingers.

“f-faster, please~” you urge gojo, and he obliges almost immediately, quickening his pace. he bullies your sloppy and wet core, as he watches your titties bounce with every thrust. unlike most people his age, it’s times like this where gojo realizes he really fucking loves his job.

he reaches out and gives your titties a rough squeeze while he remains unrelenting in his pace. he feels your pussy clench around him, and he knows you’re close, and if he’s being honest, so is he. but he cannot cum just yet, and definitely not before you do. gojo abandons your titties and slides down his fingers to your clit as he starts rubbing inelegant circles around it, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

you feel the dam breaking once again as the combination of him rubbing and fucking you comes to a climax. the orgasm travels to every corner of your body, as you see stars in your vision while gojo fucks your brains out. you hold on to his shoulders to steady yourself. based on how sloppily gojo is getting, you can tell he’s about to get close, too. you’re about to brace for him to finish inside you, when he abruptly pulls out, earning him a confused look from you.

“lay down,” he commands more than asks, as he hastily pushes your chest down on the massage table. your sweaty skin sticks to the faux leather, but you don’t pay attention as he moves to the side of your face, holding his soaked member near it.

gojo starts stroking his throbbing leaking member sensually, and you innately open your mouth and stick your tongue out. so this is the facial? the dots connected in your head at the same time gojo’s ropes of warm cum decorated your face – chin, cheeks, mouth, and all. you hear gojo’s throaty groans as he finishes on you and make sure not a single drop that gets on or near mouth gets wasted, swallowing pridefully.

gojo leans closer to your ear as he catches his breath from his climax. “that’s the milkbomb facial,” he says cheekily, and you can’t help but giggle. you both take a couple more seconds to catch your breath. you watch gojo as he puts on his pants and tucks in his shirt, looking like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you. he runs his fingers through his hair quickly as he goes to the counter and pulls out a warm eucalyptus towel as he takes his time to gently wipe your face and body.

“that was fun,” you murmur, looking at the ceiling, finally understanding what the reviews you read about this earlier place meant. you definitely came here, multiple times in one day for sure.

gojo chuckles as he goes over to wash his hands and you notice his forearms are glistening with your release. “that’s why we’re the best spa out here, princess.”

you notice your legs shaking slightly, but you manage to hop off the massage table, slightly dazed. gojo notices and helps you get on your feet and put on your clothes. the entire activity is soft and gentle compared to how he was just a couple minutes before.

everything that you both have done in the past hour finally dawns on you, and you suddenly feel very shy despite whatever the contrary happened on the massage table. it’s so awkward now, like, what do you guys even talk about now? does he do this to everyone? is this their entire schtick?

“do you…do this with all your clients?” you whisper to him as you follow him out into the hallway to the exit. you cross your hands tightly to your chest, as if it’s shrouding you from other people finding out what happened in the room behind you.

“ah, i’m not one to kiss and tell.” gojo puts his hands in his pockets and glances back at you, giving you a quick wink as you follow behind him, trying to keep up with him as he turns corners.s

“oh, so you do do this everyone, huh?” you challenge, your shyness slowly melting away with gojo’s playful tone..

“did you enjoy it?”

a pause from you.. “yes.”

“then don’t worry about it, kitten.” gojo pauses before he opens the door and turns to you. “listen, i wouldn’t mind if you came here again for the tokyo special, you know. i’ll even give you a discount, too.” he says earnestly.

you let out a giggle. “oh? a discount?”

“yeah, the tight pussy discount.”

“shut up!” you say, and you playfully smack his shoulder, and you both laugh.

“so… is that a yes? i’ll see you next week?”

you bite your lip. “maybe, i dunno.” you give him a wink before opening the door, and you both know fully well that you’ll be back on the massage table again in no time with gojo pounding into you.

needless to say, gojo wasn’t lying when he said they were the best spa in town because by the time your sister’s wedding came around, your face was quite literally glowing.

“wow! y/n – you’re just looking so radiant today! what’s your secret?” an auntie who’s name you cannot remember gleams, looking at you.

you smirk, and try to hold back the heat from flushing your cheeks. “oh, just a really good facial,” you say. technically, you’re being honest, right?

“jesus, dude. is this all from skin care daddy?” nobara says, as the tenth person from the wedding compliments your skin.

“you have no idea. they really know what they’re doing.” you say nonchalantly. you pull out your phone and text a recently saved number.

you: got any slots for a tokyo special tomorrow?

within minutes you get a response:

gojo: u know i do babygirl. btw a new guy just joined our spa. hope it’s cool sukuna joins to observe 😈

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nevadancitizen · 3 months

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do you think you could write something where könig and/or ghost (separate) were nearby or watched reader try to participate in a conversation but constantly got ignored or talked over to the point where they just kinda go silent and walk away? they end up comforting the reader and just trying to be a shoulder to cry on while they talk about their frustrations because this is something that always happens to them <\3

it doesn’t have to be too long and you don’t have to worry about getting to this request too quickly!! thank u for reading anyways :3

-> THE SOCIAL WEAK LINK

synopsis: rookies and debriefings are pains in both you and ghost's asses. rich people fail the turing test while interacting with you and könig.

word count: 2.2k (~1.1k each)

characters: ghost, könig, awkward! reader (lol)

notes: (rings dinner bell) hey friend.. this req has been sitting since september.. im so sorry (ಥ﹏ಥ)

-> GHOST:

Debriefings were always boring. Everyone was tired, sweaty, and just wanted a cold shower and a warm bed. But what else encompasses the military so eloquently except unnecessary misery?

And to add to the misery, some rookies had tagged along to the mission. “On-the-job training,” Price had prattled off as he read the mission statement. He had given you and the rest of the 141 an exaggerated look that screamed If these rookies compromise the mission I’m going to tear the Lieutenant Colonel a new one.

The rookies (with callsigns Quest and Cable) were nice enough. They weren’t given the opportunity to burn off their energy on the mission like the 141 – they’d stayed behind as backup while the 141 went in to deal with the bad guys. As a consequence, now they’re in the debriefing room, chattering away like parrots.

Ghost could fall asleep in the chair he was in, if Cable and Quest were a little quieter. He looks at the next spinny chair over, where you’re sitting. You’ve got your knees tucked to your chin and are silently tracing the patterns in the wood table with a fingernail. Every now and again, you glance at the rookies, but ultimately turn your eyes away.

You were always just a bit too awkward to fit in with the rest of the military. Either too quiet or too loud; you rambled too often and your voice cracked when you did. You slipped through the cracks, into the quiet background with Laswell and Shepherd. You’re one of the powerful hands that move the pieces on the chessboard, but not a well-recognized one. Well-recognized within the 141, yes, but not on a wider scale.

Ghost can tell how you’re feeling by the obvious emotion on your face. It’s yearning – an emotion Ghost knows well.

His eyes sweep the rest of the table. Gaz is fucking around on his phone, probably making a new Pinterest board, while Soap leans over his shoulder and watches him. Price is in another room, talking to someone important. Ghost couldn’t really bring himself to care about who.

The entire room is bogged down with an unmistakable tiredness that goes right over Quest and Cable’s heads. Really, the only sound in the room is their voices and, intermittently, yours as you try to inject yourself into their conversation. Each attempt is met with pursed lips that barely count as smiles and something along the lines of “Yeah. Anyway…”

Eventually, Price pops in, leaning his head on the doorframe. The brim of his hat crinkles and his nose wrinkles up in disdain. He sighs. “Everyone out. Lieutenant Colonel wants this meeting room for herself. We’ll debrief later.”

Quest and Cable pop up like excited teenagers and head for the door, continuing to talk. “I’m soooo goddamn hungry. Hopefully the mess hall has something good…”

“Hey!” You practically jump from your chair, your eyes on the rookies. “Um, I heard that they just restocked the vending machines? Do you wanna maybe chick – I mean, check – them out with me? They’re just down the hall.”

They both tense, and Quest looks over their shoulder. They smile awkwardly and exchange a look with Cable. “Uh… maybe another time?”

You visibly deflate and rock back on your heels. “Yeah, totally. See you later.”

They both nod tersely and exit. You take a deep breath and let out a long sigh. You sit back in the spinny chair and it wheels backwards from the force.

Gaz shuts his phone off and groans while Soap sucks air through his teeth.

“Not your best effort,” Gaz says.

“I know,” you say.

“Maybe you’re not just compatible with rookies?” Soap tries.

You roll your head back against the back of the chair and stare at the ceiling. “I know.”

You sink further into the chair, then stand. “Whatever. Let’s clear out. Price will have our heads if we don’t.”

Ghost tails you out the door. You don’t acknowledge him, but you know he’s there (even if his footsteps are extraordinarily light for a man of his stature).

“Pompous pricks, ay?” Ghost says.

You stick your hands in your pockets, hiking your shoulders up by your ears. “Wish they were a little more personable. Wish I was a little more personable.”

“Why, you’re plenty personable.” Ghost laughs gruffly at his own joke as he nudges your shoulder with his.

“Asking to go ‘chick out’ the vending machines is a personable interaction?” You relax your arms and knock your elbow against Ghost’s.

“I thought it was funny,” Ghost says. “Even if it was just a slip-up.”

You sigh, but keep up with Ghost as he walks. “If it was funny, then why didn’t they laugh?”

Ghost thinks for a second. “Maybe they just don’t have a sense of humor?”

“You don’t have a sense of humor,” you jab.

Ghost scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Then make me laugh,” you say. “Make me laugh right now.”

Ghost breathes in and exhales slowly through the fabric of his mask. “Well… do you know why the Cold War was called the Cold War?”

“The supernations fought using proxy wars,” you say. “America and the USSR never really went head-to-head.”

Ghost sighs pointedly. “Yes,” he says, “but also because of the icy-BMs.”

“The what?”

“The Cold War?” Ghost repeats. “Icy?”

“ICBM stands for Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles.” You stop midstep, looking at Ghost with a disbelieving smile. “Ghost, don’t tell me you don’t know what ICBM stands for?”

“No, it –” Ghost sighs. “Icy sounds like IC? Icy-BMs?”

You burst out laughing, waving Ghost away like he was some form of stupid. “Ghost, seriously? You don’t – oh my God!”

“I’m not a fucking knob, I know what…”

Ghost can’t bring himself to correct you as he watches you laugh like that. It’s a bit too loud and there’s a snort in there somewhere, but it rings true and warms Ghost’s heart. He doesn’t mind being seen as dumb for a minute if you’re able to warm his heart with a sound as nice as that.

-> KöNIG:

König nearly always hates going undercover.

More often than not, the higher-ups stick him in some ill-tailored enemy armor and send him in with nothing but a less-than-encouraging slap on the ass. They know he’ll make it out alive.

On this mission, he feels a little more comfortable. It’s more than obvious you’re not.

You and König are camped out on the edge of a ballroom, sitting together at a small table. You’re dressed in a fancy outfit that just screams decadence, and it fits your role well – the adult child of some rich, cigar-chomping tech baron. König is playing the role of your bodyguard, dressed down from his usual military garb in a plain black suit (with kevlar padding) and a balaclava.

You cross one leg over the other at the knee and look down at your flute of champagne as you swirl it. The bubbles rise to the surface and pop as the pale liquid settles.

“I hate this,” you say under your breath, just loud enough for König to hear.

He nods along, but straightens up when a small group of people approach the table. There’s an older woman, a middle-aged man, and a girl, maybe fifteen.

“Hi, sweetheart!” An older woman croons at you. “You’re Bohumil Silvester’s youngest, right?”

“Oh!” You sit up straighter and put the champagne flute on the table. “Yes, I am. And, um – and who might you be?”

“I’m Laila Matthews.” Laila checks over her shoulder at the people accompanying her. “This is my daughter, Adine, and this is my husband, Keaton.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” You smile politely, but König can scope out of the corner of his eye that you’re gripping a bit of the fabric of your too-fancy outfit like you’re meaning to rip it off. You spout your fake name to Laila with a cheeky “But you know that already, right, ma’am?”

Laila is utterly delighted with your carefully constructed persona. She throws her head back and laughs, one hand on her chest and the other finding Keaton’s shoulder. “Oh, Lord. Aren’t you just your father’s child?”

You nod and, once again, smile politely while exchanging side-eye glances with König. He’s just as confused as you are.

As soon as Laila recovers, she’s talking again. She gestures vaguely in König’s direction. “And who is this? Security, for this casual meeting?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” you say. “You can never be too careful these days, with all the laws about concealed carry and everything.”

“Well, I’m 57, and I’ve only had security for a few occasions,” Laila says.

“You’re 57?” You bark, a little too loud. You can feel a few heads turn your way and Laila’s stare turns withering. König’s shoulders shake as he coughs into his fist.

“I mean, um, you’re 57?” You try again, quieter. “Because you don’t look it. Like, at all. Ma’am.”

Laila’s tone is flat when she speaks. “Right.”

“I meant, um, you look younger? Uh, anyway.” You smile nervously, then pick up your champagne flute and take a sip. “I love your family’s outfits! And the, uh, the way they match.”

Keaton leans in and grabs a hold of Laila’s shoulder. He gets up on his toes to whisper something in Laila’s ear. It’s hard to hear over the ambient noise of the ballroom. Laila nods and Keaton continues to whisper.

“Um, Laila? Mrs. Matthews?” You try to get her attention, to no avail. She keeps nodding to Keaton’s words like you’re not even there.

You stand and turn to Adine. “Adine, right? Tell your mother it was nice speaking to her.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Adine nods absently, her eyes somewhere else on the ballroom floor.

You toss the rest of the champagne in the flute down like it’s a shot and stand from the table. You make eye contact with König and nod towards the French doors that lead towards the balcony.

People don’t notice as you and König step out. The sky is clear, yet the night is still young enough to be starless.

“Christ, I hate rich people,” you mutter under your breath.

König moves and leans his back against the wrought iron of the railing. His eyes sweep across the small area, then he nods. “Yes. That interaction was less than pleasant.”

You lean against the railing next to him. “Why was she even talking to me? And what did she mean, ‘Aren’t you just your father’s child?’ Like, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I am… not sure,” König says. “Maybe it’s part of rich people code?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You huff out a laugh, then sigh. “I really wasn’t the best pick for this mission.”

“What do you mean?” König asks. “You are perfectly capable of fighting.”

“No, the, like…” you sigh again. “The talking part? I’m not fit for that. Never been a good conversationalist, never will be.”

“You are conversing with me right now, no?” König gestures between you and him. “This is a conversation. You are doing fine.”

“Yes, but…” you trail off. “You saw me. I shouted her age out in front of everyone.”

König hums. “To be fair, it was a bit of a shock.”

You glance up at him and laugh, a pretty smile gracing your features. “Shut up.”

“But it was!” König insists. The fabric of his balaclava puffs out as he laughs. “I had to cough to cover up my laugh. I nearly had to excuse myself.”

“Yeah, sure.” You shove his shoulder half-heartedly as you turn and look out over the railing, at the courtyard. König follows your gaze.

The courtyard is illuminated by ambient lamps. Paths are laid with bricks, with neatly trimmed grass in between each one. Exotic plants from every corner of the globe line the pathways, some of their flowers closed for the night. A fountain is in the middle, with water spouting out of the trumpet of a cherub statue. A few people surround the fountain, talking quietly with drinks in their hands in the low light.

You lean close to König and point at one of the people – a man in a navy suit. “That’s the target. Mister T. Kilgore.”

“So he is,” König says. He pats under his armpit, checking his sidearm. “We need to get moving. I do not like the way Laila’s husband was talking to her. Suspicious.”

You nod and send König a small smile. “We’re still going with the plan, right? I’m going in and playing drunk?”

“Of course.” König mirrors your smile even though you can’t see it. “Besides, it’ll give you an opportunity to practice your conversation skills.”

You scoff, but you’re still smiling. “Yeah, if I’m planning on interacting with everybody as a drunk idiot for the rest of my life.”

“I’m serious!” König insists. “More likely than not, you’ll never see these people again.”

A beat of silence.

“You’re right.” You knock your elbow against König’s. “Let’s give them a show.”

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my-corneroftheworld · 1 year

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Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,1k

Tags: Smut in later chapters (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, talk of climate change, asphyxiation, the deep sea being a bit scary, war, violence, harsh language, Wakanda forever spoilers, the usage of y/n, afab reader

Ps. if you read the preview before you can start reading after the divider. I barely made any changes other than grammar-related and wording. If you want more chapters I would greatly appreciate some constructive criticism in the comments

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Chapter 1

I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. "You can't just go behind my back like that! There are set rules and hierarchies that keep our organization running smoothly!" Adeoye yelled while he was walking frantically back and forth. He never could handle stress well. " You're little outburst may have cost us our one shot to get the right people's attention!"

I want to say I'm sorry and that it was rude and petty of me. But I couldn't because I did what I thought was right. They have ignored our every attempt to better their policies and today's presentation only opened my eyes to how blissfully ignorant they allowed themselves to be. He stopped his pacing and rubbed his eyes under his big ill-fitting glasses.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked abrasively. I knew that he wasn't really angry at me. He was frustrated with everything. The board director's nonchalant attitude, the over-looming doom of the deadline we've got in 2 months and my little outburst were certainly not making things better.

"No" I answered.

"Well if that's the case then you give me no choice other than to suspend you for 2 weeks" he sighed. I wasn't surprised. Cussing out the board due to their lack of ethical consideration whilst ignoring every warning I and others have worked tirelessly on proving wasn't really considered to be professional. " I understand," I say solemnly and start picking up my notes. 5 years of studying and 3 years of diligent work have come to this, being pushed aside so that rich people can profit off of dangerous means at the cost of the health of our seas. And having no power to change anything

I drove home in silence, with nothing but the wind from the window creek as my companion. I think I'll have to practice today to let off some steam. After arriving and leaving my notes by the kitchen counter, I changed into my swimsuit and went down to the beach. Moving here was mainly so I could get to work within 15 minutes but having the sea outside my back door has definitely changed my life. I never liked using my powers in front of others. Mutants aren't really welcome unless they're wearing suits and have fancy names. So there aren't many moments where I can use them to their fullest extent. When I do I feel at home. I feel free of everything. My worries and concerns are washed away.

Once I reach the water I breathe in and allow myself to feel its pull. Imitating the waves with my hands till it starts to imitate me, following my every command. I slowly start walking in allowing myself to be surrounded then I dive keeping the water from reaching my face and requiring no movements though I still haven’t passed 5 minutes at a time. Maybe I’ll make it at 6 today. I decide to explore a little further than usual, seeing what I can find on the sea floor and cleaning up small things that shouldn’t be there.

It was then I noticed it. The entity that has been watching me from afar. It barely moved and I couldn’t really make out its shape. But I knew it was looking at me and it stayed completely still. I was scared. My bubble was slowly shrinking so I began to slowly make my way back to shore. As soon as I did the shadow got closer and closer which made me anxious to reach land. I finally burst into the sea, gasping for air. I lay down on the beach, trying to catch my breath then a voice called out.

“Who are you?”

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I quickly turned around and faced what seemed to be a man. Out of panic, I summoned water at my side and launched it at him with full force. He then began to levitate and dodge my advance with.. wings attached to his feet? Shocked I ceased fire and looked at him again. He was otherworldly. His dark eyes stared at me with a hint of confusion and irritation. His hair was a dark brown and wet from the swim, framing his face ever so slightly. The sunset made his warm terra-cotta skin glow along with his pearls and gold accessories. He was beautifully serene, like straight out of a dream. If I didn't know any better I would’ve thought that he was a god. As I scanned his body so did he with mine before stopping at my eyes demanding an answer to his question.

“Who are you?” He asked again urgently, stepping closer to my frame. I tried to move back as a response.

“I- I’m y/n l/n.”

“That is not what I meant. I mean where are you from? Are there more of you?”

“I’m from here. I’m not sure what you mean by more of me” I answered hesitantly. Why is he asking all these questions? I mean from the looks of he’s most definitely some kind of mutant. He’s a bit too good of a swimmer to think otherwise. Not to mention the literal full-functioning wings at his feet.

“More who can manipulate water.” he clearifies.

“No.. I mean none that I know of” I say and start rising slowly from the ground. “Who are you?.. Are you perhaps like me?” I have never met another mutant before. Let alone someone connected to water. Hope starts swelling up. Maybe..just maybe I am not alone.

“No I am not like you. As for who I am it is not for you to know.” He says bluntly. And just like that my sliver of hope is gone. “Then what do you want?” I ask while noticing he’s pointed ears adorned with what seemed to be jade earrings.

“That is yet to be decided.” He begins circling me around slowly. “There are threats that are making it hard for me to perform my duties and your power, though meager, may develop into what I need to avoid any more...complications.”

Duties? Complications? What the hell is he talking about? He studied my face, assessing it possibly looking for a way to find out what I was thinking. Does he work for the government? Is that it? I’ve heard of mutant agents who were forced to do sketchy shit that higher-ups didn't want to be associated with.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. Though I am grateful for the consideration to recruit me, I have my own “duties” to attend to.” After voicing my intentions I decided it was best to leave. As soon as I turned around I heard him say. “I’m afraid I cannot take no as an answer” and before I could react, everything went dark and my last thought was how warm he felt in his arms as he took me back to the sea.

#kukulcan #ku'kulkhan mcu x reader #namor x reader #mcu namor

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ghostxrose · 4 months

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One Life After Another, Forevermore | Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (final)

Note ~ Happy holidays, Lovelies! I'm sorry that it has taken a few days for me to post the final part, I've been busy with work and adulting, haha! Anyway, I hope that you all are excited for this finale to this fic and love it as much as I do! It will be the shortest part yet at barely 900 words but in my opinion it came out so adorable, though I am biased, haha! Well, enough with my rambling, enjoy the read My Wonderful Lovelies! <3

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Reader, Reincarnation, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Emotional, Temporary Character Deaths, Depictions of Injuries, Potentially Triggering Content, No Use of Y/N, Hurts So Good (let me know if I should tag anything else <3)

You were nervously playing with the end of your long dark braided hair as you walked up to the door of the classroom. You still couldn’t believe that you had gotten into U.A., let alone the Hero Course. You smoothed over your uniform then slid the door to Class 1-A open.

Your eyes swept over the few students already in the classroom then you looked up at the board for the seating chart. When you looked back to the sea of desks and located where yours was, you saw a tall blue-haired boy sternly lecturing an ash-blonde boy sitting at the desk behind yours.

You quietly made your way over to your desk and slid into the seat, making the blue-haired boy halt his lecture towards the blonde behind you. You turned in your seat to face them and gave them a shy smile when you saw that both were staring at you.

The blue-haired boy was staring at you in what seemed to be recognition but you weren’t quite sure since you had no idea who he was. But the ash-blonde boy was glaring at you intently and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong.

“Hi, I’m..” You introduced yourself shyly, your violet eyes darting between the two nervously.

The blue-haired boy gave an.. enthusiastic.. greeting while the blonde just made some sort of dismissive noise and turned his head to look out the window. You felt a pang of something hit you in the chest briefly before turning around to face the front of the classroom again.

After the teacher had come in and introduced himself, he had your class change into P.E. uniforms and then meet out on a baseball field. You listened as he explained what you would be doing and what the purpose of the test was before he called up a student to demonstrate one of the exercises.

“Bakugo..” Was all you heard your teacher say before your ears tuned out the rest.

You watched the crimson-eyed ash-blonde walk up to the teacher and grab the ball before moving to the pitching mound. It was like everything happened in slow motion as you watched Bakugo wind up his arm and throw the ball.

Not even the explosion from the boy’s hand could pull you out of the daze that you had apparently gone into. Your eyes met his as he walked back to stand with the rest of your classmates and you found something so familiar within all of the crimson.

You went through the series of Quirk tests completely absent from reality. It’s like you were on autopilot and out of your body until you heard Aizawa Sensei’s words dismissing your class. The other girls from your class had picked up on your strange behavior and tried to make sure that you were feeling okay. They wore worried looks on their faces as you all changed in the locker room and made your way back to the classroom.

By the end of the day, you had still felt like you weren’t back in your body. Or rather, you felt like something was missing, maybe? You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, you just knew that you had felt off.

As you walked towards the school gates to leave, you spotted a familiar head of ash-blonde hair. You moved faster to catch up to him, unsure of why your brain thought that he would have any answers as to what was wrong with you.

“Bakugo, hey, wait a sec-” You called out as you reached for his hand.

As soon as your skin made contact with his it was like a movie started playing on fast-forward in front of your eyes, right in your mind. Flashes of different worlds, and different realities, different settings filled your vision and made you feel unsteady on your feet. Along with the flashes came feelings; unthinkable heartbreak, overwhelming joy, unimaginable physical and emotional pain, peace.

Finally, your vision cleared and you felt tears dripping down your face. You looked up at Bakugo and saw his wide shiny eyes and almost unreadable face. You felt his warm hand gripping yours almost too tightly.

Suddenly, Katsuki’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and you automatically reciprocated the action.

“My Love.” You murmured into his shoulder.

“My Violet.” His raspy voice whispered into the crook of your neck.

…

Every lifetime after that one began like that; forgetting your past lives, finding each other, remembering, then living out your lives until you died of old age.

You always passed away peacefully and always in each others’ arms.

And every time, the Goddess of Fate smiled with pride for the both of you.

You and him would never know it but the Goddess of Fate had never laughed at your shortcomings, had never found joy in taking you away from each other so early within your past lives.

The Goddess of Fate had just done what she does best; tied your souls to each other, put you through as many trials as you needed to prove your compatibility, then gave you both the peace you deserved.

You and him were never star-crossed lovers tied together as a joke, you were always meant to be true soulmates.

You and he were always meant to be Eternal Lovers...

One life after another, forevermore.

Author's Note ~ And we have reached the end of this fic *wipes tears* I loved writing this fic so much. The amount of emotion that I poured into this fic is something that I have trouble with doing again now. It was a special kind of inspiration that I had felt when writing this fic and I crave to have it back to be honest.

Even though they won't compare to how this fic turned out, let me know if I should post my other fics here! I would love to get some tips or comments about what I could do better! I don't want to be a one hit wonder, you know? I want to share my works and have them be good enough for people to really enjoy. So, please let me know what you think!

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Chapter 3: It's Wrong

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)

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Chapter Summary:

You have your first tutoring session with Steven. You both continue to struggle to keep it together.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 4.4k

It was Wednesday, and your eyes shot open no later than 6:30am. It wasn’t like you to be awake so early, but you knew you had history that morning and you hadn’t been able to shake your intrusive thoughts regarding your professor since you’d met him. Even Layla was surprised at your liveliness so early.

“God, you’re…peppy.” She said, rolling out of bed not long after you had.

It was hard sharing a small room and trying to stay quiet. You felt bad for waking her but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, sorry. Just trying to…” you couldn’t tell her the truth, “just trying to make a good impression on the new history professor so he’ll give me a good grade.”

Layla walked over to the wardrobe where you stood, putting on a little makeup for the day. She rifled through her clothes and pulled out a shirt. She held it out to you.

“I am never going to wear this, but if you want to make a good impression…this might do the trick.” She raised her eyebrows.

You held the shirt up in front of you. It had a low cut neckline, just enough to still leave something for the imagination. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“I can’t wear something like this.” You tried handing it back to her.

She pushed it back at you. “Just try it. Worst case scenario, you wear something normal next time.”

“Fine.” You conceded.

The shirt would be covered anyway as you pulled a warm jacket over your shoulders and headed to Moonbean for your morning coffee. You were about to open the door when you saw him there through the glass. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you lost all confidence. If you just went to class, you could avoid a very awkward interaction.

You remembered going back to your dorm last night after your final class. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about your interaction with Steven at the printer. How sweet he was, grinning at you like that. No one had ever looked at you like that. Steven looks at you like he sees you for the first time every time, like you brightened his day just by showing up, his whole face softening when his eyes land on you. Like he was seeing you, the real you, without you even saying anything, the attraction between you so strong you swore everyone in the room could feel it. It made your stomach twist in the best way, and made your body tingle all over. Walking away from him in the printer room was even harder than it should’ve been, as though he were a magnet, pulling you back.

You remembered using your finger again that night to quell your need for him. Once more you were covering your mouth to hide your scandalous activities from your sleeping roommate in her own bed just feet away from you.

Unbeknownst to you, Steven was in his apartment that same night, palming his own release once again, trying to satiate the lust burning inside his core. He hadn’t been able to shake the thought of your pert bum pressing against his groin in the printer room, couldn’t stop his mind from recalling the way you looked bent over right in front of him at the perfect angle.

You reached out to grab the door handle to the cafe, hand shaking from the fear of seeing him and him knowing you’d touched herself to thoughts of him?

No, you thought, no no. Go to class.

You chose to continue your walk, avoiding him all together. You were early enough to class that no one was there when you walked in. After finding your seat, you pulled out your laptop and opened it. Suddenly, you felt nervous. Fantasizing about Steven was one thing, but being around him in person was another. You were hoping it wouldn’t inhibit your ability to focus through class like a normal student.

But it did.

He stepped into the classroom some time later, but you were still the only one in the room. He had two paper mugs in hand and made a mad shuffle to his desk. You realized that he had spilled some of the hot liquid from one of the cups all over the front of his shirt. Quickly, and conveniently, you remembered having a couple of napkins in your bag from lunch the day before. You grabbed them and ran to the desk.

“Here.” You held out the napkins.

“Oh, thank you I-“

He went slackjaw tracing his eyes over your hand up to the v-neck of your shirt. You watched him gulp hard before shaking his head and finally looking at your face.

“T-thank you.” He took the napkins, but kept his eyes on you.

“Yeah, no problem.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

What the hell are you doing? You thought. You never should’ve worn this damn shirt, you’re playing with fire.

“I, erm, I opened the door and when I stepped in it whacked me in the back. Nearly knocked both cups outta my hands.” He laughed, patting his shirt with the paper.

“Good thing you got two then.” You chuckled.

“Oh, well, one of them is…” he looked at them both, turning them and eyeing the sides before choosing one and holding it in front of you. “Yours.” He said, beaming. “Makin’ up for the other day. I hope I got it right.”

You sipped from the hot cup. “A bit more empty than usual, but otherwise, it’s perfect.” You gave him a reassuring grin.

You watched the tension leave his shoulders for a moment, until you heard the door to the lecture hall open. You struggled to look casual as you practically ran from Steven back to your seat, sinking down in your seat.

It was impossible not to feel yourself becoming uncomfortably aroused while he paced back and forth during his lecture. At one point, you found yourself with the end of your pen in between your teeth suggestively, and your legs crossed with your hand tucked into the apex of your thighs. You were watching him openly, not thinking about what he was discussing in the slightest.

Steven caught your eye, and he saw you with the pen between your lips. The way you sat there basically devouring him with your eyes, your arms pushed your breasts up beautifully. Why did you have to wear that damn shirt? Did you do it on purpose? Surely, you didn’t. You wouldn’t.

You sunk down in your seat again, breaking his line of sight. He had been silently staring for too long and you noticed a couple students looking at you. He cleared his throat and continued the lecture. When you chanced a look up again, he was positioned behind his podium. You furrowed your brow.

You knew. Steven could tell by the way you looked at him with those piercing eyes of yours from above your computer screen. You knew that he was hiding an erection while he stood there. He felt his cheeks get hot. Somehow, he managed to get through the lecture, but to say it was difficult was an understatement. Did you really have to look at him like that? Your eyes were so beautiful, wandering and hungry. He could see, even from where you sat near the back, that you were looking him all over, gaze eating him up even from where he stood behind the podium.

It was so hard to sit there like that, you knowing what he was hiding behind the podium. You’d never had sex before, but you still thought about what it would be like to have him take you right there on his desk. You imagined him running his arm over the surface and knocking everything off with reckless abandon and having his way with you right then and there.

Class was over both too soon and not soon enough for the thoughts running through your mind. You sped out of there so that you wouldn’t put yourself in another situation where you were alone with him. Though, part of you wanted to be alone with him. A big part of you wanted to be the last student to leave so you could stop, lock the door, and see where this went, but the bigger part of you remembered the reason you were there. You would ruin your future if you kept up this nonsense. Having a harmless fantasy was one thing, acting on it was another, so you decided to let it go.

Until later that is. You hadn’t forgotten that you’d be in his lecture hall again that night around 7:00pm when it was dark, but you’d hoped the awkwardness around the day would be over by then.

You still couldn’t be certain if he had known what you were doing or not, but you remembered. You were still thinking about all the things you wanted to do to him when you walked through the door. He looked up from his papers and over his glasses when you walked in. He pulled the frames off his face and smiled at you, your name falling off his tongue making your spine tingle.

“Why don’t you have a seat,” He said, standing up and grabbing a chair from one of the nearby tables and putting it next to his.

“Yeah, sure.” You said, walking over and sitting down.

You took your laptop bag off your shoulder and put it on the floor. When you took off your jacket, you watched Steven’s eyes catch on to your chest immediately before quickly looking at your face. You watched his throat bob.

“I-I’m sorry but do you think you could put your jacket back on?” He asked, taking you by surprise. “Just a bit inappropriate, innit? That shirt…”

The shirt wasn’t even that revealing, if Steven was being honest with himself. There was a little cleavage, sure, but nothing he hadn’t seen on several other students that very same day. It was because of the way it made him feel, you wearing it, that made it so much harder for him to handle.

You felt embarrassment wash over you and you wished you’d just worn something more normal. You quickly pulled the jacket back on. It was understandable to you that after the podium situation in class earlier that he would want you to keep yourself covered. It was evident that you were a distraction to him. The thought made you happier than it should’ve.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that. Laundry day you know?” You chuckled, hoping he bought your little lie.

“Oh yeah, I get that. Sorry, wasn’t trying to imply anything it’s just-“

“No, it’s fine. I get it.”

You saw him adjust his pants before settling for crossing his legs. Bless him, he was trying so hard to push it all down and be a good professor. You decided for his sake, and for yours, you’d better try to behave yourself. This wasn’t like you anyway, to act so boldly and put yourself out there. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you want to throw caution to the wind. You pulled the jacket closer to your frame.

“It’s my roommate’s shirt anyway. I don’t wear stuff like that.” You said, breaking the silence.

“Right. So, what is your major?” You wondered if he was irritated by the topic or just trying to stop thinking about the shirt for other reasons.

“Creative writing.” You said. “I know a lot of people don’t think it’s a real major, but I like it.”

“I think that’s great!” His eyes lit up. “I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. Always appreciate someone who’s creative though.” He chuckled. “What do you like to write about?”

This felt more like an interview about you than a lesson on history. He really needed to stop looking at you like that. His eyelids were hooded, deep with longing. Steven was anything but subtle in his lusty gaze, the way his dark irises seemed to twinkle in the dim light of the desk lamp. His eyes were unwavering and focused only on you, like you were the only thing that he cared about. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you were about to tell him.

“All kinds of stuff. R-romance,” your eyes locked to his knowingly. You cleared your throat before you continued, “um, fantasy, sci-fi…” you trailed off, realizing you were picking the skin around your nail. “I don’t know, I don’t really talk about it much.”

“I’m sorry if I made you nervous, it wasn’t intentional.” He furrowed his brow. “I’ve learnt in my years of teachin’ that if I can help give some meaning to history, in relation to the student, it helps them learn it better. Y’know what I mean?”

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” You said, nodding. “So how are you going to relate history to an intergalactic human and alien romance novel?”

I can’t believe I just said that, you thought, feeling yourself get nervous. It’s not like you were trying to impress him or anything, but you also didn’t want him to think you were a total weirdo.

His eyebrows raised, “sorry what?” He stifled a laugh.

“And that’s why I don’t share my writing with anyone.” You felt the heat rising to your face.

“N-n-no, I didn’t mean to sound like I was poking fun, I thought…it sounded like you were joking.” He looked concerned that he actually might have offended you.

“It’s fine.” You smiled, “if I’m being honest though, I would like to see how you can connect the two.” You narrowed your eyes, challenging him.

“Alright…” he trailed off, his lips curling into a ghost of a smile. “Without knowing your plot, unexpected romances and even forbidden ones have been a prevalent part of history since…well…the beginning of time, really.”

When you’d challenged him, you hadn’t expected him to actually take you up on it. You wondered if he knew the irony of the connections he made as he started discussing famous forbidden loves in history. You also didn’t have the heart to remind him that this tutoring session he was putting you through was completely unrelated to his very own material that he was teaching in class earlier that day.

“I see I’ve lost you, I can see your eyes have sort of…” he waved a hand in front of you, “glazed over.”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, “I’m really sorry, I was thinking about…something else.”

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t really related to what we’re discussing in class anyhow.” So he knew he was going off on a tangent.

“That’s alright, clearly you like talking about it. I’m sorry, truly. I’d love to hear you talk more about history. You’re very…passionate.” Instinctively, your hand reached out to touch his shoulder in comfort without thinking.

You quickly pulled away as though you’d touched a hot flame. He gulped again, eyes glued to yours. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You cleared your throat and looked down at your notebook.

“Let’s get on with it then, shall we?” He asked, adjusting himself again and scooting his chair closer to the desk.

He looked down at his glasses on the table and stared at them as though he were glaring at his reflection. You didn’t think too much about it, finding yourself distracted by the way his eyes wrinkled on the sides. You liked the way they looked like that. You’d never been interested in older men before, this was all new territory for you, new forbidden territory. He turned to you, startling you out of your train of thought.

“So, tell me what happened, why do you think you failed your class?” He put a sheet of paper over his glasses and then listened to you intently.

You explained how hard it was for you to grasp different dates and how they correlated to certain historical events. Then you went on about how it was hard for you to care about what happened to the people that came before you. At some point while you were talking, you realized his eyes weren’t looking at yours anymore, they were instead fixated dreamily on your lips. Experimentally, you decided to lick them, and then bite your bottom lip. His mouth fell open slightly.

“Erm, yeah, yep.” He shifted in his seat again. He let out a sharp exhale. “I’ve got to…” he put his jacket on. “I’ll be right back.”

Steven rushed to the bathroom. How was he supposed to get through a tutoring session with you when your eyes were staring up at him like that? Constantly hovering over his nether region, freezing on his lips from time to time. He was losing it, his own eyes stuck on your lips and how much he wanted to bite into your bottom lip, especially when you bit down on it. He must’ve looked so foolish trying to hide his growing erection as he nearly ran down the hall to the bathroom. Gripping the sink, he looked in the mirror, unable to understand what was coming over him. He’d never felt like this before, this out of control.

Steven. Marc said clearly from the headspace.

“Go away.” Steven ordered, shuffling into one of the stalls.

He ignored Marc, resolving to deal with him later. Right now he had something more pressing to tend to. He quickly undid his belt and brought his pants and boxer-briefs down to his thighs. His cock was leaking and erect already, it had been for a while. Steven wrapped his fingers around the base, ready to relieve himself but he didn’t know what came over him. This wasn’t like him, but there was something about you, something completely irresistible, something pulling him in that he couldn’t shake.

That shirt you wore really threw him off. The way your breasts sat perfectly in the V, demanding his attention. Then when you talked, seeing your perfect lips and the way your voice sounded while you playfully chatted with him. He grabbed the top of the bathroom stall for stability as he pumped his fist over himself.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he wondered what your lips would feel like in place of his fingers. That sweet mouth, your eyes staring up at him oh, wow, Steven thought, trembling. You were so young, too. Would you even know how to use your mouth on him? Would you look at him while you tried? Even if it was allowed, surely you wouldn’t be interested in him, an older man with an unhealthy history obsession and baggage to boot.

How wrong he was though.

You were wet and soaking through your panties. Just being around Steven had an effect on you like no other. You weren’t sure where he went, but when he didn’t come back right away you decided to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up and maybe splash some water on your face.

You cleaned yourself up quickly, wanting to make sure you got back to him before he realized you were gone. You kept thinking about the way he looked at your chest, how excited he was talking to you. You were sure you were wrong, but you liked to imagine that the reason he went to the bathroom was to jerk himself off.

“Stop it.” You said to yourself, pulling your pants back up and going to the sink.

Steven’s cock ached with a need to be buried inside of you, a hunger that his palm could only barely satisfy. The stall rattled under the pressure of his grip while he continued stroking his length to the thought of you. He felt dirty, he felt wrong, but it felt so good. And you were so pretty. He dropped a glob of saliva over the shaft to make his fingers slide easier.

You pooled the water in your hands and tossed it over your face. It felt refreshing against your hot cheeks.

“Oh, my…” Steven’s cock pumped spurts of cum into the toilet bowl.

His knuckles turned white around the stall. He hadn’t even taken how loud he was being into consideration, completely lost in the fantasy. It felt so good, he couldn’t help himself. You were dangerous for him, you were leading him to do things he wouldn’t normally do. Like jerk himself off to the thought of you in the bathroom on school grounds.

He looked in the mirror on his way out, staring at his reflection with a heavy frown while he rinsed his hands clean.

“I’m not saying it again, Marc, or Jake, whoever is listenin’.” He shook his hands dry. “You had the body for years. Leave me alone.”

When the two of you returned to the classroom, it was more awkward than when you’d left. There was no denying he had touched himself. His hair was more disheveled than before, skin so flushed he clearly had been sweating, and now he seemed more calm than when he’d left.

You looked a little flustered, and much more focused than before. Oddly enough, it gave him some semblance of comfort to think that you were both struggling, like you were in it together. He still hoped that this infatuation would fade though, he knew he could lose his job over pursuing it, and he knew that you could face expulsion.

Steven broke the awkwardness by actually tutoring you for the next hour. Now that the pent up sexual desire was temporarily dealt with, the two of you were able to get through a few chapters without a hitch.

“You’ll get it eventually. Takes a bit to memorize it all.” He said, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thanks, Steven.” You looked down at the floor nervously. “I should probably get back to the dorm, it’s almost nine.”

You grabbed your notebook and pen, putting it in your bag long with your textbook. You stood up, pulling the strap over your shoulder and turning to leave. Steven’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Would you like me to walk you back? Pretty dark out, could be dangerous.” You turned and faced him. “I m-mean if you don’t want me-“

“No, um, I’d like that actually.” You said, smiling. “That would be really nice.”

It can be dangerous for a woman to walk home alone at night, you said to yourself as Steven smiled at you, opening the door. It’s a good idea, a genius idea even, to have him walk you home. You’d be an idiot not to take his help when it’s presented to you.

The two of you were awkwardly silent for a while, until you were nearing Moonbean Coffee. It surprised you when Steven brought up the irony of your meeting each other at the coffee shop.

“What are the odds that you of all people show up behind me and cover my coffee? Of anyone it could’ve been, my student.” He had an air of amusement in his tone.

You looked over at him, sharing in his amusement with a smile of your own.

“I know, like…could’ve been anyone else but it was…” you looked up into his eyes while you walked. “You.”

You both stopped walking and stared at each other for a moment. It may have been a moment too long, but to you it wasn’t long enough. You saw him turn his head and look into his reflection in a car window. His brow furrowed. He was either questioning his life choices, standing there walking his student home, or he was angry at his own image. Either way, he looked back at you finally and smirked.

“So, what do students do around here? Do you go to any…art galleries or…” The two of you started walking again.

Steven, you take her home now, and then never speak to her again outside of class, you hear me? Marc said loudly. Steven ignored him.

“I actually love art galleries, but no, we usually go out drinking or just…” You shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess sometimes I personally like to just read or write.”

“Oh? Do you have a favorite book?”

Steven? Are you listening?

You stopped in front of your dorm building door.

“That answer will have to wait for another day. This is my stop.”

You fantasized for a moment that Steven would just lean forward and kiss you. For just a moment, you lived in a world where nothing mattered except you and him and he could pull you close. Where he was just a sweet guy you met at the coffee shop who walked you home, bidding you goodnight. But it was just a fantasy, and instead he gave you an awkward and strained, “g’night!” with a wave before walking swiftly away from you.

What you didn’t see was Steven stopping on the street corner next to the rearview mirror of a parked car.

“Steven, I shouldn’t have to tell you that this is wrong.” Marc said, scowling at Steven in the reflection.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I don’t want to be, but you’re going to mess everything up...Steven, what are you…”

Steven wasn’t the angry type, and he wasn’t sure if it was the pent up guilt fueling his rage, or if it was something else, but he wasn’t going to let Marc run his life. He ripped the mirror off the car and threw it into the street. He’d already taken a backseat and let them ruin his life for long enough. He wasn’t going to do it again. Marc and Jake had the body for years, forcing him through a living hell, it was his turn now. They’d promised.

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Class Final Pt. 3

Math!teacher!Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: @cathers-world ❤️ @ogelizasoot ❤️ @littleskeletonprincessss ❤️

Warnings: Smut! Counselor!Ted Nivison x reader! Gym teacher!Swagger x reader! Blow job (m receiving), four some dynamic, soft Schlatt at the end!

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

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Thursday

Schlatt came into his bedroom drying the back of his neck with the towel, he stopped in the middle of the room when he saw Y/n fast asleep in his bed.

Schlatt smiled, slowly making his way over and sliding in beside her. He planted a gentle kiss against her neck and pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Good morning, princess." He whispered.

Y/n's eyes slowly opened, she took a few glances around the room then she looked up at him.

Y/n sat up and smiled, "Good morning, you took a shower already?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so cute snuggled into my blankets."

"I wish I could've joined yo- what time is it!?"

Schlatt rolled over and checked his phone, "It's 5:18, we have time."

"I thought you just took a shower..."

"There's no problem with being extra squeaky clean, is there?"

"No, Sir. No there is not."

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Thursday (Science)

"Alright, inside every cell is DNA." Mr. Fitz said, "If you didn't know that, go back to third grade."

Y/n felt her phone buzz, she pulled it out of her pocket and checked her notifications, it was a text from Schlatt.

Big Guy❤️: Hey, Princess. After your next class I need you to come over to my room, k?

You: but after my next class I have to see counselor Nivison.

Big Guy❤️: Trust me, Sweat pea

You: okay

"And apparently Y/n can't read the fuckin sign on the door." Mr Fitz said.

"Shit, I'm sorry. My mom just texted, shes been sick so I'm worried about her."

"Y/n, it's alright. That sign is just so Principal Kif thinks I'm a good teacher and doesn't fire my ass."

The class chuckled and he went back to teaching.

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Thursday (English)

"There's gonna be a test tomorrow, I don't wanna hear about how you cant fuckin make it." Mr. Views yelled, his Australian accent making his voice sound a little feminine.

"Hey...uh, Mr. V-"

"Charlie, you can call me Chad." Mr. Views interrupted.

"Really?"

"No, don't you fuckin dare." Chad pulled a beer out of his bottom drawer and took a swig.

"Sir, I think that's against-"

"Sadie." He interrupted again. "No one cares what you think, I'm too drunk for this shit... anyone got cocaine?"

Y/n's eyes widened, she slapped her palm to her forehead and looked at the clock.

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Thursday (Counseling)

Y/n was about to make her way to Counselor Nivison's office, when she remembered what Schlatt said. She turned around and walked to his classroom, Y/n gently knocked and opened the door. Her heart stopped when she saw Mr. Souls, Counselor Nivison, and Schlatt all standing there waiting.

Y/n gave Eric a confused look while stepping through the threshold, and closing the door behind her.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"How are you doing, Y/n?"

She looked over at Nivison and nodded, "I'm okay."

He looked down at his folder and started writing something, Y/n shook her head and marched over. She pulled it from his grasp, slapping it down on Schlatt's desk.

"Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"She ever talk to you like that?" Nivison asked, pointing at Schlatt.

"No, but I knew she had fire in her."

Y/n looked over at Eric, he could see the fear in her eyes.

"Y/n." He said, "Counselor Nivison has a proposition."

She looked over at her counselor, He nodded and stepped closer to her.

"I know what happened in this Classroom back in July, I know that you've been seeing Schlatt. You see, I've been wanting that since the first day you stepped into my office."

Y/n knew what was gonna happen next, she glanced at the camera above the white board.

"Oh, I turned that off." Nivison said.

"What do you want, Coun-"

"Call me Ted...and I think you know what I want."

Y/n tensed up when she felt a hand on her shoulder, only to breath a sigh of relief when she realized it was Schlatt's.

"It's okay, princess." He whispered. "He just wants to get a taste too."

Y/n looked up at Ted, he was taller than all of them. His beautiful dark brown eyes that were once full of kindness, were now full of lust.

"Okay." She whispered, taking Ted by his tie and pulling him into a bruising kiss. Schlatt watched as Ted pushed her to her knees and started unbuckling his belt, the sight of Y/n having another mans cock down her throat was enough to make him groan, but jealousy rose in him.

Eric got down on his knees behind her, his hand finding it's way under skirt. He pushed her panties aside, Y/n whimpered when she felt his tip at her entrance. She didn't know they were all going for it, but she was already in the shit, and maybe after this they'll stop and she could just be Schlatt's.

Y/n felt a rush of relief when Schlatt knelt down beside her, his fingers brushing her clit. Y/n moaned when she felt Eric slide into her, her noises sending vibrations through Teds cock.

He closed his eyes and grunted, Y/n's hot wet mouth against his shaft made him start thrusting. Ted ran his fingers through her hair, making a fist.

Schlatt kept abusing her clit, rubbing fast tight circles against it. She clenched around Eric, he gripped her hips and rutted into her, feeling the warmth of her first release drip down his cock.

Schlatt smiled when he heard her gag on Ted, his fingers working a relentless pace against her swollen bud.

"You're gonna stain my carpet with all your sweet juices, baby girl." He whispered in her ear.

Y/n's breath hitched when she felt his teeth graze her neck, the prickle of his mustache sending shivers down her spine.

Ted was so close to an orgasm, he brushed Y/n's hair out of her face. The sight of her teary eyes looking up at him made him want her more.

"How are you feeling now, sweetheart?" He asked. "Are you enjoying our counseling session?"

Y/n moaned again, watching with amusement as his orgasm hit hard. Ted fell to his knees and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/n felt Eric's head against her back, his thrusts became sloppy and he stopped as a strained groan left his mouth.

Y/n panted, Schlatt's fingers still working their magic.

"Let me show you boys how to really fuck my pretty little slut."

Schlatt moved to where Eric was, he pressed her head down against the floor. He pulled his cock from his trousers and gently rubbed the tip against her folds

Y/n cried out when he thrusted in hard, "Yeah." He growled. "You feel real full now dont ya?"

Schlatt snaked his hand around her neck, pulling her up so her back was against his chest. He slowly slid his large warm hand down her stomach, pressing his middle finger against her clit and began painfully slow circles.

Y/n whimpered, he knew what he was doing and all three of them were enjoying it.

"You gotta tease her." Schlatt said, watching her facial expressions. "She's so fuckin sensitive, you gotta use that to your advantage."

His first thrust was hard, he slowly pulled back out then slammed back into her again. Y/n turned her head so it was buried in his neck.

"F-faster." She whimpered.

"Poor baby wants Daddy to go faster? You don't like it slow? You're just teetering on the edge and I'm not giving you enough friction to make you cum, am I?"

"Mm-mm"

"Words, sweet pea. I wanna hear your words."

"N-no, I need more."

Schlatt chuckled, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms behind her back. He pressed her head against the floor and began a hard and fast pace.

Eric and Ted both watched in awe as Schlatt used her, Y/n's moans and cries were music to their ears.

"Is that what you want?" He growled. "You like it when daddy fucks your pussy like that?"

"Y-yes...I- I'm so fuckin close! Please don't stop.".

Y/n pushed back into him, giving Schlatt the perfect angle to hit her G-spot. Y/n's legs shook and she tightened around him as she felt the rush of her orgasm. Schlatt smiled, panting and sweating. He leaned forward and planted a kiss against her shoulder.

All four of them looked up at the clock on the wall when they heard the bell ring, Eric and Ted stood up, fixing themselves.

"I got another patient." Nivison said, grabbing his folder and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n."

Eric leaned over and kissed the top of her head, "Fitness test Friday." He whispered. "Don't forget."

The two of them left the classroom in a hurry, closing the door behind them.

"No more." Her voice came out quiet.

"That was it, you're mine now."

Schlatt held her close, kissing her temple.

"You have Math next, so you get to be with me for the rest of the day. I might even throw in some extra credit tonight, would you like that?"

A tired smile spread over Y/n's face, "Yes Sir, Yes Sir I would."

THE END ❤️

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cinnabunhwa · 8 months

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i just recently read your ateez fic and i loved it! i saw that you were ok with writing for the boyz, so is it ok for me to request a sangyeon one? this recent comeback has got me on a chokehold i’m afraid and he’s not even my bias to begin with lol ;_; but if you could write a summery fic for him i would be thrilled! <3

Say All I Want Is You

pairing: sangyeon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

summary: you're on summer break from university and decided to go home. reunited with your brother jacob and his best friend sangyeon, you make some plans to go to the beach. you grew up with the two of them and have so many memories together, could one day change that?

warnings: slight suggestiveness (reader checks out sangyeon), use of "little one" as a term of endearment

words: 1.849k

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“Aaaand that’s the last of it,” Sangyeon huffed, placing down the heavy bags you brought home.

“Why are you acting like you carried the sun?” You laughed, playfully smacking his arm.

He fell to the floor with a thud and wailed dramatically, “MY ARM IS FALLING OFF WOE IS ME WHATEVER WILL I DOOOoo OW-“

“Can your arm maybe fall off when you’re not in the middle of the doorway? It’s seriously too hot for this.” Jacob asked, nudging Sangyeon with his leg while he stepped over him.

Grinning, Sangyeon flew to his feet and he and Jacob began bickering as they usually did. Giggling to yourself you brought your bags the rest of the way in, placing them down in your childhood room. It was your last summer break before you graduated with your degree and you decided to spend this one back at home since you were thinking about applying to jobs in other cities. Other people suggested doing internships, but you had been doing them since you began your undergraduate studies. One summer to yourself before another major life change wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Looking around the room there was evidence of the three of you hanging out. It was always Sangyeon, the boy who lived across the street, Jacob, and you, Jacob’s younger sibling. No matter where they went, you were sure to follow. As you walked through your childhood room you couldn’t help but be amazed at how many memories had been laid out by your parents before they went on their cruise. So many years of the dumbest things: mainly you all getting into trouble.

“Ah! I never thought I’d see that mud picture again,” Sangyeon said, startling you.

“Sorry,” Jacob smiled sympathetically, “I could only take so much of his jokes.”

Sangyeon offered you a wink and you caught on.

“Well that’s not the only thing you mmFH-“ your brother’s hand was over your mouth silencing you immediately, but it was too late.

“Whaaat is that what happened with that one-“ Sangyeon laughed before Jacob was covering his mouth next.

“Whoa Cobie I don’t know if I’m the right person for this move,” Sangyeon joked after removing Jacob’s hand from his mouth.

During their playfight Jacob had accidentally covered Sangyeon’s mouth as his back hit the wall. Rolling his eyes, Jacob removed his hand.

“Love you guys, but I really need to unpack and I don’t want to be part of,” you gestured to them, “whatever is happening here.”

“Alright, alright,” ruffling your hair, Jacob nodded at the door and began to leave your room.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Sangyeon asked.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” You questioned, never one to be left out of their plans even if you had literally just gotten back.

“We’re going paddle boarding! I was going to ask if you wanted to come with at dinner,” Jacob replied.

Nodding, you gave them a thumbs up before turning back to your bags full of clothes. As they left you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. This is going to be a great summer.

You wake to sounds of rummaging coming from across the hall. Looking at the time, it was 9am and the paddle boarding trip wasn’t until 11 so there was no reason for the rummaging to be so frantic. Sleepily you walked over to Jacob’s room, knocking loud enough for him to hear.

“Everything ok in there?”

A thud hits the door before Jacob appears before you in his work clothes grimacing.

“That’s a weird paddle board suit but I’ll give you a C for the effort,” you mused.

“The boss called me in today,” Jacob said, pushing past you to put his shoes on, “she said that we had a meeting that needed everyone present but forgot to tell me when approving the day off.”

You crossed your arms at this news; your brother’s boss was known for doing this often (at least that’s what Sangyeon told you). He hadn’t been able to hang out much and he requested in advance that he had this day off to spend with you since you were finally in town again, but unfortunately it was a meeting with the upper bosses. Definitely one that couldn’t be missed.

“So what am I supposed to tell Sangyeon?” You frowned, it was only your second day back and you were already going to be the bearer of less than optimal news.

“Tell him I’m so sorry and that Angela forgot that today had an important meeting I couldn’t miss,” he said while ruffling your bedhead.

Swatting at him you gestured towards the front door, “go on, being late is the last thing you’d need after all that.”

“I’ll make it up to you two, I swear,” Jacob said, and you believed him. Jacob always did his best to keep his word and was someone that you knew you could always rely on in troubling times.

Your eyes followed his car out of the driveway, sighing a bit before they landed on a figure who was walking your way. Sangyeon scratched his head as he watched the car pull off before crossing the street to get to you.

“Please don’t tell me-“ he started.

“Angela forgot about an important meeting and he had to go,” you reiterated, frowning slightly. “He said he’d make it up to us, so maybe we should wait for him before we-“

“No way, we should definitely still go,” Sangyeon said, “I already got all my paddle boarding things out and it’s been forever since I’ve seen you..”

He whispered the last part, but it had caught your ear. You had always been fond of Sangyeon. He had been a constant in your life for so long, and the way he was pouting as he looked at you just made you want to wipe it off his face.

“Okay,” you smiled, “but I get the red board.”

“Fiiiiine,” he said with a smile.

“And ice cream”

“Okay now you’re pushing it,” he joked, shoving you with his shoulder.

As you both headed to the beach, the topics were overflowing. What you’ve been up to, what your friends were like, if there were any clubs you’d joined other than the ones you were already part of. It struck you as a bit odd since you thought he would have known the answers to these questions but you tell him anyway. He just really enjoys seeing the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about the things you like and he wished, no, hoped that you talked about him like that when your friends talk about home.

Growing up across the street from you was one of the best and worst things that happened to him. One of the best because he never had to look far if he ever missed you, but one of the worst because he fell for his best friend’s sibling and they had no idea. But Jacob wasn’t blind, and he could definitely see the way Sangyeon would quietly care for you when you weren’t paying attention. Adding food to your plate when you would serve everyone else, always making sure you got the comfy seats when the three of you would hang out, suggesting places he knew you’d love because it’s like he had a list in his brain, but most of all he could see the way he hung onto your words, even when he was trying to hide it. Sangyeon always made sure that you felt heard, and that your opinion had weight. Jacob wasn’t sure if you noticed it and didn’t say anything for his sake, but he felt that maybe this meeting was a blessing in disguise.

“YA,” you shouted, blocking the wave created by Sangyeon’s paddle with your hands.

Smirking, he began to paddle away, seated comfortably with his legs hanging on either side of the board. You were laying belly down, and he had argued that today was a day for paddle boarding, not for surfing, but you couldn’t be bothered to move. But Sangyeon knew just how to rile you up. He paddled himself in slow circles around you, “accidentally” splashing you with the full force of his paddle, but “I’m just trying to paddleboard here!”

You glared at him, “oh yeah? We should try it standing up. Last one standing has to buy the ice cream.”

You were not giving up on the ice cream.

“If you think you can handle it, let’s go little one,” he said, overconfident and underestimating the power of ice cream.

Sitting up on your board, you slowly get to your feet. It’s a bit shaky considering while you were in school you didn’t have time to surf much less paddleboard, but you find a way. After being firmly planted and balanced, you looked up to acknowledge your childhood friend but what you saw nearly made you fall over and lose immediately. Out of his own sheer determination to win, Sangyeon removed his swim shirt, and began to stand. You shook your head, determined to focus on balancing and definitely not your best friend who looked like he did nothing but work out seven days a week and probably twice a day some days.

“Oh? Don’t mind me, it was just getting hot out here under all this sun,” he grinned, watching you attempt to school your expression.

You snapped your head down to your paddle and after a few seconds of deliberation began to paddle toward him.

“Yknow I knew you missed me but, wait no you can’t that’s-“

You jumped directly on him, his body breaking the water followed by yours. Instead of holding on, you kicked your legs in order to reach the surface faster. You were laughing so hard your lungs hurt. The incredulous look on his face paired with seeing his larger form try so hard to use his little paddle to get away was too much for you to handle. You held onto his board and laid your head on it, trying to catch your breath before he surfaced. You always felt like a kid around him. He brought out a piece of you that allowed your inner child to shine and be happy. You knew in life you would always have your brother, but along with him, you would always have your Sangyeon. The waves shifted, and you felt two arms cage your form.

“That was SUCH a cheap move,” he whispered, his breath fanning your ear. He wasn’t touching you, but the proximity was making your head spin. He rested his chin on your left shoulder, feigning a pout.

Drawing in a shaky breath to steady yourself, you turned to face him.

“There weren’t any rules, so I guess you’re buying ice cream,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him just like when you were kids.

He chuckled lowly, absolutely able to see that he was affecting you just as much as you affected him.

“On one condition”

“Depends”

“It’s a date”

a/n: WHEW this was brewing in my brain all week but I wasn't able to get to my laptop much. i made sangyeon a bit goofier here but i feel like his cute goofy side does shine when he's with less people or even just that one person he's got his eye on ;) i hope i did him some justice 💗 thank you so much for loving the ateez fic, i hope u have a wonderful day ^^

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late-to-the-party-81 · 28 days

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For the very first time - Chapter 3

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: Sorry for the delay - Easter Holidays and life were getting in the way, so today, you get a 241 deal - I will be posting Chapter 4 straight after this one. Set the same day that Sam meets Steve (and Nat) in CA:TWS @catws-anniversary. Catch up on Chapter 2!

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Chapter Summary: Sam’s day started off weird when he found himself being lapped by Captain America when out for his morning run, but now Steve's extremely hot friend has appeared at his door. What’s a guy to do?

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Nat

Chapter Word count: 1.2k

CW: Strangers to Lovers, Flirting, Vaginal Sex, Nat going after what she wants.

Nat and Sam - May 2014

Sam was not expecting the knock at the door. He was only wearing a pair of sweats low on his hips, his skin still damp from his post run shower, but he went to open it anyway. Somehow he was not entirely surprised when he saw Steve Rogers' red-headed friend standing there, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Sam raised his eyebrow at her and she responded in kind, the unspoken communication understood by both of them. He took a step back, gesturing for her to enter, grinning as he did so and as soon as he shut the front door she was on him, pushing him firmly against his hallway wall, her blood red lips pressed to his.

“Nat,” she mumbled against him, and it took Sam a second to understand what she was saying, as all of his brain power was currently diverted to his dick. His hands gripped her waist as he stuttered out his own reply.

“Sam. Sam Wilson.”

“I know,” she replied, and he felt her smile into their shared kiss.

There was no real conversation after that, just the blazing heat of lust as her delicate, but no doubt lethal, fingers trailed over his exposed skin before ducking under the waistband at the back of his sweats to take hold of his ass, pulling him flush against her.

Sam started to think he might be a little in love, because, god, did he have a thing for people who knew exactly what they wanted and weren't afraid to go after it. However, part of him also thought it was a shame he didn’t get to spend more time with Steve. Oh well, he wasn’t going to complain about this turn of events and, to be honest, all thoughts of Steve departed as soon as Nat’s hand shifted and wrapped around his cock.

The action did, however, wake him up and he started to reciprocate, pushing her leather jacket from her shoulders and trying to steer them to a more comfortable place. He was more than capable of playing this out in the hallway if need be, but he’d prefer a comfortable bed where Nat could do anything she wanted to him - Sam was in no way disillusioned enough to think he was in charge here, and he was perfectly okay with that.

He got them to his bedroom, though, and couldn’t help the grin that took over his entire face as Nat shoved him back onto his mattress and began to strip out of her remaining clothes, revealing pale skin encased in lingerie as red as her hair, lips and nails. Okay, Sam was now a lot in love, because ‘Wow!’. He wriggled out of his sweats with more enthusiasm than grace and saw Nat smile enigmatically before she climbed onto the bed, moving her body over his, her lace covered core scratching gently over his rock hard cock.

He shuddered slightly and Nat cocked her head to the side.

“You like that, Samuel?”

He bit his lip as his head tilted back, and he nodded.

“Yeah.” At his admission Nat curled her nails into his pecs and raked them down his chest, raising welts in their wake. Sam bucked his hips up in response.

“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” He wasn’t even sure if he was joking or not, but if she really was gonna kill him, this was the way he’d want to go. However, Nat just leant forward, her warm breath ghosting over his lips, as she undid her bra and discarded it across the room.

“Only le petit mort.”

“My kinda gal.”

He raised his hands to cup her breasts, absolutely struck by how pale her skin was. He could see some fading bruises along her ribs and on her forearms, and part of him wanted to kiss every blemish in the hope they would then disappear. However, her breasts were more tempting. He rolled each peak between his fingers, watching as Nat shuddered atop him.

“Please. Can I?” His words weren’t working, but somehow Nat understood him. She moved a bit more and then Sam was in heaven as his lips latched around one pink nipple, suckling on it greedily, while continuing to play with the other. Nat let out a pleasured sigh and Sam felt pride well within him. He wanted to make her feel good and was happy he was achieving his goal. He was generally a giver in bed, getting pleasure from his partner’s pleasure, although he wasn’t above being a pillow princess every so often when the mood took him.

His free hand skimmed down Nat’s side, and he felt the firm muscles under her soft skin. He had the feeling that he could be rough if he wanted and she would welcome it, especially given how she’d already marked his skin. However, now wasn’t the time. Maybe there would be other chances in the future.

Nat shifted above him once more and Sam got the hint, switching to her other breast, but the air was driven from his lungs the moment he felt her take hold of his cock before it was then enveloped in her warm, wet heat. He still felt the scratch of her panties against his hip - she must have just moved them to the side - but then his brain was gone as Nat rode him, just taking what she wanted from him as he continued to lavish attention to her breasts in turn.

It was instinctual to thrust his hips up to meet her movements, and Nat didn’t complain. Her hands were on his headboard as she moved, her cunt clutching and pulling at his cock, and Sam had no idea how he hadn't already come - this was by far the most erotic encounter he’d had in a long time. ‘Sexy assassin coming to hit him up for a booty call’ had not been on his bingo card for this year, but he was definitely not mad about it. Far from it.

Nat began to let out louder noises, a series of guttural moans and grunts, and Sam sucked harder on the tit he had in his mouth, flicking the engorged nipple with his tongue. His spare hand rested on the small of her back, helping to guide her movements that had got more erratic. It was only a few moments later when she threw her head back, looking like a goddess above him, and her cunt clenched hard. Sam felt the strength of her orgasm, the way his cock was almost strangled by her body and he fucking loved it. He couldn’t hold back any longer and spilled into Nat, his own cries muffled into the soft flesh of her chest.

She collapsed on to him, both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Sam was certain that he’s breathing harder out of the two of them, despite not doing the majority of the work. This didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

However, when Nat finally climbed off him to flop onto his mattress, her skin flushed pink, Sam was surprised when the first thing she said was “So, do you think Steve’s cute?”

Chapter 4

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babybatscreationsv2 · 9 months

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Daddy, Look!

Marvel | Starker

Tony was just trying to give Peter something to keep him busy on the long train ride, but brats can't stand to be ignored.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

For Aech <3

Warnings/tags: public sex, D/s, daddy kink, remote control vibrator, brat!Peter, femboy!Peter

The train rattled along the tracks. Open countryside rolled by bringing a peaceful sort of energy to the passengers on board. Except for Peter who couldn't quite sit still. He clasped his hands in his lap and squeezed his thighs together. He was grateful that the sound of the train covered the buzzing sound coming from his lap. Their car was open to the twenty or so other passengers who sat and relaxed or wandered around stretching their legs. A man sat across from them reading a newspaper. Across the aisle was a group of three women who chatted excitedly. No one was paying him any attention, but it sure felt like everyone was watching.

Tony's hand dropped onto his thigh. He coaxed Peter's legs apart, not much, but enough of a suggestion. His fingers teased his skin for a moment before settling in place. The man seemed otherwise enraptured with the crime novel he was reading.

Peter took a deep breath. The vibration was constant and that meant he was slowly getting used to it. He could tolerate it now. He watched out the window and couldn't help bouncing up out of his seat as a herd of black and white cows came into view.

"Tony, look! Cows!"

"Cute," Tony said. His fingers trailed up the back of his thigh and palmed his ass. The toy inside him changed settings to something pulsing and hard to ignore. Peter leaned back into Tony's hand, moaning quietly before he remembered where they were. He gasped and jumped back into his seat where he glared at the man. Tony only chuckled.

"Excellent view don't you think?"

Peter swatted his arm. "I hate you."

Tony gripped his chin, eyes narrowed. The vibration increased until Peter's eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open. "You what?"

"Please daddy," Peter gasped. "Daddy please please please-" he panted. He couldn't stop. Stuck begging and squirming, completely helpless.

The toy slowed, then stopped. "Oh, but you hate me." Tony faked a pout. He turned away to look out the window. Peter climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

Tony looked at him, seeming to debate if he would forgive him or not. He gave him a quick kiss. "It's alright, baby."

Peter settled back in the seat, but the toy remained off. Only now he wanted it on. He waited patiently as the train kept rolling, but his patience didn't last forever.

"Daddy?" he whined.

"Hm?" Tony barely acknowledged.

Peter glared. He wasn't going to tolerate that at all. He picked himself up and sat on Tony's lap, squirming in an effort to make himself comfortable until Tony had to grab his hips and stop him.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked innocently.

"You wouldn't like it," Tony answered.

"Tell me about it. I'm bored."

"You should have brought something to do."

"I should do you," Peter said simply without bothering to lower his voice.

Tony was phased. "Then you should behave better."

"I was only showing you cows." Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll keep 'em to myself next time."

"Don't be a brat."

Peter stood and turned to sit on the opposite bench. He didn't even look at Tony as he slid next to the other man.

"Reading something interesting?" he asked with a smile.

The man smiled back, looking up from his paper as if from a dream. Or maybe as if he were falling into one. Peter let him tell him all about a mayoral election in his town while he slowly spread his legs apart and let his skirt ride up. He wasn't even sure Tony had noticed when the man decided to join their conversation.

"That's very interesting," he said and when Peter looked at his face the toy clicked back on. He was too distracted to catch the rest. But the stranger started talking so Peter went back to nodding politely at him, hiding his disappointment when the toy stopped.

"I've heard about him. He has some big opinions on food taxes," Tony commented. Peter looked at him again, brain melting as his eyes met his face and he realized the game they were playing. The conversation faded away as he looked at Tony and the toy buzzed higher and higher as if rewarding him for forgetting anyone else existed. He didn't have any control over it when he came. Only the tiniest squeak escaped him. They both looked at him, one concerned and the other smug. The toy died down and then stopped.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Peter choked out. "Excuse me." He went back to his seat, pressing into Tony's side like a frightened puppy.

Tony carried on until the conversation died naturally. The other man went back to his newspaper.

"You get what you wanted?"

Peter considered the trouble he'd get in if he told Tony he hated him twice in one day. "Yes," he admitted instead.

Tony only chuckled and gave him a kiss.

#starker #marvel #prompt fill

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eyfey · 3 months

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Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering how long you studied Japanese for until you became good enough to do manga translations? (Or fluently read manga at all, really 😔) I want to help contribute to projects like that, but I feel I still have a long way to go until then 🤧

so first off: sorry this took so long to reply to! when I first got the message I had exactly Zero free time, and then i simply forgor (whoops lol)

I actually already have a few posts sort of about this in my #translation tips tag, but it's been a hot minute so I might as well provide some updated info~

(under the readmore 'cause it's longggggggg)

How long have I studied Japanese?

A While. I had maybe a not so typical journey with Japanese... If you break it down it looks kinda like this:

4 years of watching a TON of anime to pick up basic vocab just by ear (this was in high school- I did not take any actual classes or even make any effort to learn the language at this point, but apparently I'm pretty good at just picking up things from hearing them)

4 1/2 years of actual Japanese classes in college (actual learning with like teachers and textbooks and homework)

1/2 year of study abroad that I managed to cram in before I graduated (additional classes and also constant speaking the language)

8 1/2 years since then (god has it really been that long???) (no actual like... studying during this time, but a LOT of translating... mostly Saiki)

So.... 13-ish years? if you don't count the first 4 that were just watching anime. And technically only 5 of them were actual "studying".

How long did I study before doing manga translating?

I, uh….. I actually started translating manga about a month BEFORE I ever took a single Japanese language class.

(not recommended but like… here I am lol)

I had found some volumes of Pyu to Fuku Jaguar(a gag manga I really liked but only had 3 volumes translated at the time) at a used bookstore, but they were in Japanese so I just kind of bought them, downloaded an english to japanese dictionary app, printed out a hiragana/katakana chart, and then just went through the book: looking up one letter at a time, sounding out words, looking them up in the dictionary. I already knew a lot of vocab and had a vague feel for grammar exclusively from watching anime, but like also there was a loooooooot of looking stuff up. I don't remember exactly how long it took to read that first volume (at least a month lol- maybe 2 or more)

I noticed the scan group for Pyu to Fuku Jaguar was updating really slow (and/or had notices that they needed more translators? I forget it's been over a decade lol) So I figured: I can understand this well enough just reading it on my own.... maybe I can help???? it's probably better than nothing right?? So I tried my hand at doing some translations and uploaded them to the newbie board of a manga translation side to have people proofread, and then I emailed the group to ask if I could join. If I remember correctly they only ended up posting one (or none) of my translations?? before disappearing so I just kind of kept doing the translations on my own without uploading them anywhere

and then later when a new group took over they had gotten my translations from the previous group (or was it the translation site where I uploaded some?) and credited me in the release, so I sent them a message like "hey neato! I actually have like 5 more translations done, u want em?" and ended up joining THAT group to continue working on the series!

I started taking classes p soon after starting the translations, and doing translation while taking classes was actually really nice 'cause I had a place to pretty much immediately apply the things I learned in class, and the translating outside of class gave me a lot of practice for reading & a good head start for learning new vocab.

Honestly I think for translating, being good at the language you're translating into is more important than being good at the language you're translating from. Like: you should still at least SORT of know the language you're translating from (that is an important part of it too don't get me wrong) But like even if someone is perfectly fluent in Japanese, if they're translating into English but don't know how to make words sound good in English, then it kind of defeats the purpose haha.

(reading a lot and paying close attention to wording and stuff, and also reviewing and revising your translations will help with that part of the translation process- it's also a skill you pick up as you go)

Tips for getting better at reading Japanese?

Honestly I think translating is one of the best ways to get better at Japanese (understanding and reading at least- it won't necessarily do much to help you remember how to write or speak haha) Reading is helpful to some extent, but you will probably get to a point where you understand enough of it to get the gist of whats happening, but then your brain will just sort of skim over a lot of the parts you don't know in the interest of enjoying the story without stopping. When you translate though, you're FORCED to stop and look up every word or phrase you don't know and double check things and sort of sit on them and think what it means and how you would say it in your own language.

If you're self motivated enough you can probably get some good learning out of language apps like duolinguo or babel or whatever, or even just buying Japanese textbooks/workbooks and going through them by yourself. Otherwise, taking Japanese classes is the standard approach (even if you don't go to a school where they offer Japanese classes, there are private options- just google Japanese classes or Japanese tutors online or in your area if you prefer in person)

This old post of mine has some more detailed tips for how to look things up, and some just general translating tips that I think are still p useful, but it pretty much boils down to "google everything you don't know until you know it"

also the 10ten extension is good for highlighting/translating individual japanese words in your browser (when they're written in kanji or kana) and the google translate app is good for taking pictures of text and reading it so you know what the dang kanji says (or you can hand write the kanji in there too- though I need to find a better kanji dictionary app 'cause google's doesn't really give you enough space to write)

Sorry this ended up WAY longer than I thought it would but I hope it helped!

Good luck!!

#translation tips #I had to look back at some very very old tumblr posts to check my dates #I have been on this website for an unfortunately long time #some of my posts are teenagers now and it scares me #it has also been 13 years since I started translating Jaguar and I am STILL translating it lolllll #very very extremely slowly- but I have not given up!!!! It is still getting done!!!!!#along with the help of some other very cool and very hard working scanlators!#I should really finish subbing the Jaguar movie sometime... I wonder if I still have the in progress files......

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ENHYPEN Series

sarang — yjw.

chapter three

summary: the love journey of you and mafia boss yang jungwon. after meeting and getting to know you, he grew in love, deeply in love that he will do anything to keep you to himself.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: contains violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other dark stuff. if you can’t take these things, feel free to scroll away. thank you.

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“Goodmorning, boss.” Jungwon’s eyes moved from his wrist towards Injang who just greeted him. He was fixing his watch while he’s walking outside of his room when Injang talked.

He nodded and his eyes quickly turned over the direction of your room. His gaze remains as his thoughts went blank, just the thought of your sleeping face occupying it.

“What’s my schedule for today?” he asked, eyes still fixed at the same direction.

“You have a meeting today with the board-members. Also, Mr. Lim wants to meet you today.” his brows furrowed at the mention of his name.

He teared his eyes away from the direction of your room before he started walking downstairs. “Mr. Lim? Why?”

“I don’t know, Sir. But I declined it like always.”

Jungwon huffed a sigh before he nodded his head. He doesn’t know if he really wants to do business with that man and hearing him calling again, asking to meet, makes him want to go to him and shot him dead. Jungwon sighed, calming himself. He saw some of the helpers already busy doing their own stuff.

“You’ll stay, Injang.” he said as he stopped walking before he glanced over him.

Injang looked confused, “Boss?”

“I won’t leave her with nobody trustworthy.” Jungwon said seriously as his eyes then darted over the staircase.

It’s been a week ever since he took you here at his home. There was no progress. You still refuse to see him and so he settles in just seeing you by the night while you sleep soundly. He doesn’t even know how he managed.

He wanted so bad to go and check on you. Maybe see you before he goes to work for today but that’s impossible. You might be awake by now and he doesn’t want to pressure you. It takes time. He clenched his jaw as he fights the strong urge of seeing you.

“I understand, boss.” Jungwon snapped his head towards Injang when he said that.

He nodded once, “You can try to take her out of her room today. Just be careful.”

Injang saw how the mixture of strictness and softness mixed through Jungwon’s eyes. The strict was meant for him while the softness was meant for you, and only for you. Injang nodded his head before Jungwon clapped his shoulder and turned his back to go walk outside.

He saw him off together with some of his men to go at his first appointment for today. Jungwon turned his head towards your room from upstairs and saw that the curtains of your room was moved to the side, it seems like you’re awake already. His eyes remains for a couple of seconds before he sighed and get inside his car.

On the other hand, you carefully peeked through the curtains, trying to check if he’s still looking. You moved the curtains in want of sunlight when suddenly, you saw him going outside from the mansion. Fear instantly get to you and you quickly hides through the curtains. He seems to be leaving again today. The only difference is this is the first time you actually get off the bed to do something. You were too scared the past days that you’ve been here. You can’t even get out of the bed and often just went crazy every morning like as if something will change if you continue misbehaving.

It always worked before. The people who bought you before usually gives up after a day or two but as far as you can remember, you’re here for a bit while already. It’s been six days too, ever since you saw him. When you told Injang you don’t want to see him, it really did happen. He really didn’t push it and just let you be. It somehow made you calm down.

You were spacing out too much that you didn’t even realize that Injang was already outside of your room. After two knocks, you snapped your head over to your door and gulped. He didn’t wait for anything and after a bit, he opened it carefully. When your eyes met, you kept your straight face while he kept his.

You will be honest, out of all the people here, you have a slight trust for him. He’s very consistent of visiting you and talking to you for the past week. It made you familiar and comfortable with him, but still fear was there.

“I see you’re already up.” he greeted, tone very formal as always.

You didn’t talk but nodded once. You were standing by the curtains and your fingers unconsciously fiddled with it as you slightly feel nervous about what he will say next. Will he be mad because you get off bed? Will he be mad because you touched the curtains? You have no idea. You’ve never tried doing this before and so this is the first time you’ll see his reaction.

“The boss just left--”

“I d-don’t care.” you do.

Actually, you really do care. It’s just the fear speaking. His intimidating eyes and cold tone just gets the best out of you. Every time you try to remember him, that’s what comes inside your mind. It never fails to send shivers through your spine and make your chest thump in fear.

Injang pursed his lips, preventing a smirk to form. You can try to lie but Injang can already tell whenever you’re not saying the truth. From the way you stutter and from the way you move your brows. He already studied it.

He sighed, “You know, Ms. y/n, fear should be the last thing you should feel towards him.”

You kept your eyes at him, “Why is that?”

“Because he will hurt everybody else except from you. Why do you think he’s doing all of these? Why do you think he’s adjusting just for you?”

You gulped as your heart races once again but you are pretty sure it was for a different reason. Fear was was still there but a new emotion just clicked in. Was it excitement? You have no idea.

“So if I were you, I will just accept where I am right now. Get the best out of it, open up and see what happens next.”

Your eyes watered from mixed emotions. Hearing it from here, you knew he was telling the truth. From the first time you had talked to him up to now, he never broken a promise or tell any lies. One reason why you said you have a slight trust on him.

“He can change your life, Ms. y/n. Just give him a chance.” he said that made your mind go blank and floating in the air.

You were still spacing out when Injang opened the door of your room once again as he slowly walked beside it, seems like he’s already leaving. You remained silent and waited for what’s he's gonna say next.

“If ever you’re interested to slowly open up and accept your fate, you can find me downstairs by the garden.” he said before he flashed a small smile at you then he carefully left the room.

You were confused, surprised and at dazed. Did he really just invited you to go out of the room? For real? Like go outside of this room, walk over the hallways of the house like a normal people and go there? You’ve never experienced such a thing right after the Cha’s got you.

After a couple of minutes, wearing just your clean night clothes, you slowly opened the door. As expected, there’s two body guards right outside but they didn’t said anything when you went outside. They didn’t even stopped you.

“The stairs going downstairs are by the right, Ms. y/n.” one of them politely said. You gulped and nodded your head before carefully started walking to follow what the man just said.

You bit your lower lip as your eyes roamed around your surroundings. You were amused, curious and nervous all mixed up together. This was a new experience for you, you cannot remember the last time you roamed freely around a house. You were caged for a bit too long.

“Wow...” your words slipped through your mouth even before you can realize it.

The only room you’ve been for the whole week was the room you were staying. You can tell it was very elegant just by the furnitures and things you see inside. But now that you had the chance to see the hallway and even some part of the house just amazes you even more.

“Perfect timing.” your head snapped over to the side when you arrived by the garden and suddenly Injang talked.

Your mouth went gapped at the sight of a whole table with a lot of variaties of breakfast prepared for you. Your eyes trailed from Injang who’s standing beside over to the food in front of you.

“It's a l-lot.” you don’t exactly know what to say. This is so far the first time this much meal was prepared just for you.

Injang smiled a little, “Well we didn’t know what you like for breakfast so I told them to just prepare everything we have right now.”

He said and even guided you over a seat. He was definitely taking good care of you but you noticed how he kept his distance from you. It made your brows furrowed for a while but kept your mouth shut.

“A toast can do.” you said as your eyes couldn’t be calmed down to where it will look first. All of them looked so appetizing.

“I believe you deserve to have more than a toast, Ms. y/n.” he said smirking as he ordered one of the helpers to assist you for your food.

As you watch them help you, your eyes went back over to Injang and you saw him still standing beside the table making you furrow your brows a little.

“Aren’t you joining me for breakfast?” you asked him.

“Will you be alright with that?” he asked and that’s when you realized it. He’s being careful and cautious around you.

You almost couldn’t believe it yourself. After gulping and thanking the helpers you looked over Injang and flashed your first ever small smile.

“Y-You can join me.” you said and was quick enough to glance away since you couldn’t take the awkwardness that will come after.

Injang did follow right away and sat down at the other side of the circular table. As he was getting assisted for his own food, you can’t stop yourself from roaming your eyes around the garden. It was really spacious and like normal gardens, you can see plants around. A small fountain can be seen by the corner. It was beautiful you may say but you’re going to be honest, its a bit dull.

“How was your sleep, Ms. y/n?” your head snapped back to Injang and just then you realized you two were left alone once again.

You made face, couldn’t disguise the complete dislike over the way he addresses you.

“Could you do me a favor and not call me in a very formal way?”

“I’m sorry. That’s how the boss wants me to call you.” Injang explained. Of course, the boss have something to do with it.

You pursed your lips and started to dig in your food. “You don’t have to use that formality like as if I’m a very important person.” you said completely clueless of who you are to Yang Jungwon at the moment.

Injang watch how you innocently took a bite over your food. He didn’t saw any sarcasm over you and so he realized that you have no clue who you are for his boss right now. You have no idea what he just pulled just so he can have you with him.

“But you are, Ms. y/n.”

Your hands stopped midway after you heard him say that. With a slow motion, you lift your gaze from your food over to his eyes. He looked so serious but still, that comfort he gives off was still there. You have no idea how does he do that, make you trust him, but it was damn effective.

“I don’t u-understand. I’m just a nobody.”

Injang smirked and slowly held his cup of tea before he said, “Well definitely not for Yang Jungwon.”

“That’s it for today. I would still want you to give me updates for our transactions of guns at Busan.” Jungwon strictly tells his employees. They all nodded their heads before they silently exited the meeting room.

When the last one managed to get out, he sighed out heavily before he rested his back completely over his swivel chair. He didn’t expect his day to be this busy. He already have a lot over his mind and he won’t deny that you are occupying it most of the time.

He tilted his head backwards and closed his eyes before he lets the thought of you once again flood his mind. The memory of your peaceful looking face while you sleeps at night during his unknown visits was still crystal clear. He clenched his jaw fighting the strong urge of driving home to come and see you.

Patience. He needs patience. He doesn’t what’s happening to him when it comes to you but he’s sure is damn need to control himself. He’s known for his strict self discipline and control over everything but then when it comes to you, he’s a whole mess.

His eyes opened when he heard a knock over the door, “What?”

One of his men went inside, “Mr. Jay Park is outside, Sir. He said he wants to see you.”

Jungwon rolled his eyes as he nodded his head before he fixed the way he sits at his chair. He may act like he’s irritated at the sudden visitor but he knew to himself that that’s really not the case. Right at this moment, a friend he can talk to is what he needed the most. Well he have Injang, but then he has to leave him in charge of you because he’s the most trusted one for that job.

“Hey what’s up Wonie!” his hyung was already loud when he entered the room.

Jungwon looked at him after rolling his eyes, fighting a smirk to appear over his lips. “What are you doing here Jay hyung?” he tried his best to make it sound like he’s annoyed by his presence.

His hyung chuckled and even extended a hand for a greeting. He accepted it as his hyung sat down at the vacant seat just beside him.

“Oh come on, I know you missed me.” and he even saw him winked at him while smirking as he fixed his polo.

Jungwon scoffed, “Of course not. I thought you will be at Singapore for a week. Back so soon?”

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Business deal done already so why should I stay?” he answered and Jungwon smirked at him.

“What else? Girls of course.” he said that made his hyung’s smirk grew wider. Their eyes snapped at the door when one of the worker went inside holding a tray of liquors that his hyung probably requested.

“What? Singapore ladies didn’t entertained you enough to make you stay? Can’t beat local chicks huh?” he said mocking at his playboy hyung.

Jay scoffed as he pour a drink for himself and was about to do it for Jungwon when he shake his head ‘no’. Jay shrugged his shoulders and just put the bottle down so he can take a sip already.

“Enough with me. Let’s talk about you. How are you lover boy?” he asked and even raised his brows twice.

Jungwon sighed heavily. He knew he couldn’t just shut him off this time. No matter what happen, he will still end up telling him anyway.

“I’m fine.” Jungwon shortly replied.

“Okay, let me rephrase the question for you my friend.” he said and even put down his drink at the table for a while.

“How’s the thing between you and the chick at home?”

Jungwon furrowed his brows, “Her name is y/n.”

Jay’s mouth fell in a mocking way before he let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Wait.” he said and tilted his head over to the side.

Jungwon pursed his lips and glanced away before he reached for the bottle of liquor he rejected moments ago. Jay chuckled at the realization.

“You are really serious with her.” Jay stated the obvious.

Jungwon scoffed, “You thought I was playing around?”

“I knew you were interested with her but I didn’t know you were this serious.”

Jungwon chuckled, “Then now you know.”

Jay was silenced for a while but a playful smirk was plastered over his lips as he watch the younger one drink from the glass he just filled with alcohol.

“I can’t imagine you’re going to go Lee Heeseung too.” he said laughing at what he just said.

What he meant by that is that Jungwon may also go crazy over a girl. Because out of all seven of them, only their Heeseung hyung was the one in a relationship and he’s well damn crazy for his girl.

Jungwon scoffed but his smirk was faltering a bit, “I’m not going to be crazy, hyung.” Jungwon said but he’s not really sure if he’s saying that to convince Jay or to convince himself.

Jay saw his expression that made him smirk. “I think you’re already are. From the way you do these things for her, you’re damn whipped.”

Jungwon clenched his jaw and was left with no words to say. Slowly, he took a sip from his glass once again. Jay laughed at how his friend seemed to just give up and agree with what he just said.

“The only thing I can advice for you is not to go Park Sunghoon.” Jungwon eyed Jay and he was smirking so bad.

Jungwon was quick to shake his head in disagreement. “I won’t.”

Jay laughed at how he said it. Well, it’s been an inside joke that Sunghoon was the craziest out of all of them for searching the whole world for a girl who’s existence is unsure.

“Hyung, you make it seem like Sunghoon hyung is very crazy.”

“Well aren’t him? I mean, don’t you think if she really do exist he’ll be able to find her by now?”

“The world’s bigger than you think.” Jungwon said meaningfully. Jay shrugged his shoulders off and once again took a sip from his drink.

“Hmm, you’re kind of right about that.”

The two of them fell silent after that. It was somehow comforting. Having someone to talk to made Jungwon a bit relaxed.

“I won’t go Heeseung Lee, right?” Jungwon asked unconsciously.

Jay laughed, “Aren’t you already on Park Sunghoon’s level?”

Jungwon furrowed his brows and looked at his Jay hyung. Jay smirked at him and sighed before clapping his shoulders once.

“Just be yourself, Won. I know you’ll know what to do since you’re Yang Jungwon.” he said that made Jungwon calm down a bit.

“Thanks hyung.”

“You’re welcome. I’m not sure how hard will it be but you can do it.” he even smirked at him.

“The only thing I’m sure is that I won’t go crazy over a girl.”

This time Jungwon smirk, “I doubt that. I can feel you will find someone who will make you do crazy things as well.”

“And how can you say that?”

Jungwon was silence for a while before he smirked at his hyung.

“I never imagined I would go crazy killing the family of Cha not until I have seen y/n.” he said that made Jay go silent too.

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Reuniting, Better Late Than Never

Chapter 4

Woo! Adhd finally gave me some motivation to write again! Sorry for the delay and for a shorter chapter, but I have big plans for the upcoming chapter. So I hope you enjoy, and thank you for still following this story!

Links: Whole work on AO3, Chapter 1 on tumblr, Chapter 2 on tumblr, Chapter 3 on tumblr

Words: 1,692

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

Emmet had gone about his day the same as he always did now. He woke up, fed his and Ingo's pokemon, made himself coffee and some breakfast, then got dressed for work. Once he was ready, he selected six pokemon to take with him for battles, making sure to change it up each day so every member of their teams got a chance to battle at some point. He then left some toys and treats around the apartment to entertain the others before leaving for the station.

Once at work, he went about his day as usual. In the morning, his job typically meant he was monitoring the movement of the trains and making sure they ran on schedule, taking care of any paperwork and making new schedules for all the employees, and occasionally dealing with rude or annoying passengers when they demanded to speak with someone higher up. He always hated that part of the job. Luckily, it was a rare occasion.

After lunch break, it was time to head to the Battle Subway. Since Ingo's disappearance, he alternated between the singles and doubles lines, with the multi lines being on an indefinite hiatus. Today he was scheduled for the singles line.

As he left his office to go to the Battle Subway platform, he heard a familiar voice.

"Emmet! Emmet, hold on!"

Emmet turned to see Clay, marching towards him and waving frantically.

"I am Emmet. I am due to head to the Battle Subway. Is everything alright?"

"Postpone the Battle Subway, son. I've got somethin' more important for ya," Clay said as he adjusted his hat and took out his cell phone.

"More important?" Emmet asked. He then realized what Clay might be talking about. His breathing hitched and his eyes widened.

"Yer a smart kid. You know what I'm talking about already, dont'cha?"

"Clay. Please do not lie. This is about Ingo, isn't it?" Emmet's voice was shaky as he spoke.

"It is. He's over in Sinnoh with my granddad. You wanna talk to him?" Clay held up his phone.

Emmet nodded, but then remembered the Battle Subway. He held up a finger to signal to Clay to hold on, then lifted up his radio to connect with his coworkers.

"I am Emmet. I will be unable to board the Battle Subway. Family emergency. Please inform the challengers. Thank you." With that, he motioned for Clay to follow him.

"To my office. More private."

Together, they walked to Emmet's office. Emmet closes and locks the door, then sits at his desk after pulling out a chair for Clay.

"Are ya ready?" Clay asked as he pulled up his grandfather's contact number on his phone.

Emmet nodded. This would be the first time he'd get to talk to his brother in five years. Because of who Clay's grandfather was, Emmet had known where and when Ingo was located since shortly after he initially went missing. So it was only a matter of time until he returned. And now it was finally happening.

Clay dialed the number and listened as the phone rang. From where he sat, Emmet could just hear Clay's side of the conversation.

"...Hey Granddad...... Yup, I got him here......... Yeah, I'll hand him the phone."

With that, Clay held out the phone to Emmet. Shakily, Emmet took it.

"......Hello?" Emmet's voice was quieter than he meant for it to be, but luckily, the person on the other side was able to hear him regardless.

"Emmet? Emmet, is that you?" Ingo. That was definitely Ingo. Same loud voice, laced with so many emotions. Excitement, joy, nervousness, and slight worry.

"Ingo! Ingo, it's really you! I am Emmet, and I am so verrrrrry happy to hear your voice!" Emmet could feel tears prickling the corners of his eyes. His brother was really back!

"Emmet! Emmet, I-I can't believe it's really you! I've missed you so much!" On the other end, Emmet could hear the faint sounds of moving and footsteps, so he guessed that Ingo was moving now as they talked.

"I have missed you too! Clay told me where you were, and that you were in the past, but I still missed you! Wait. Do you still have amnesia?" Emmet asked.

"I... I do," Ingo admitted. "I am slowly remembering some things, but I know there are still many tracks that are missing and disconnected. But I remembered you! Even while still in Hisui, I could remember a man who looked like me! I remembered that you were someone important to me! I just couldn't remember exactly who you were, but I still knew that I missed you!"

Emmet placed his free hand - the one not holding the phone - on his thigh and squeezed to ground himself. He could not let his emotions overtake him. He couldn't risk losing his ability to speak, even temporarily, since he couldn't use sign language over phone like this. And he knew that whenever he got overstimulated or overly emotional, speaking became harder for him. But squeezing his leg helped. It was something to focus on other than the emotions flooding his brain. He took a deep breath and focused on what he wanted to say next.

".....Emmet?" Ingo's voice sounded a bit worried. Was he taking too long?

"Here. One minute," was all he could get out. Luckily, that was enough for Ingo.

"Take your time, Emmet. I'm not hanging up. Just breathe."

Emmet nodded, even though he knew Ingo wouldn't be able to see it. He focused on his breathing and running the words through his head. He kept squeezing his leg and he started tapping his other foot to add something else to ground himself. Eventually, he felt ready to speak again.

"I am Emmet. I will help you regain your memories. I promise. And I cannot wait to see you. I love you, Ingo. I am so verrrrrry glad you are back!"

"I'm glad to be back! And of course, I love you too, Emmet!" Ingo said, and Emmet could practically hear the smile on his brother's face. There was also a sniffle on the other end, meaning that Ingo was getting emotional over all of this too.

"Look, I really want to talk with you more, but I don't know if a phone conversation is the best way to do it. Clay said he can bring you over here to Sinnoh. Can we talk more then?"

Emmet was so glad that his brother understood what was happening. Even with amnesia, his brother seemed to remember his issues with speaking when he got overly emotional or stimulated. And Emmet wondered if Ingo was also doing this for his own sake. Growing up, Ingo had always been able to tolerate more compared to his brother, and it took him longer to fall into nonverbal spells. But it still happened, and Emmet wondered if Ingo was starting to reach his limit. They were both semi-verbal after all. At least they could sign to each other when they'd finally get to meet up.

"Yup. We can talk more then. I will get ready to leave. See you soon, Ingo."

"See you soon, Emmet."

The phone line went dead as the twins both hung up. Emmet handed the phone back to Clay.

"You doin' alright, son?" he asked.

Emmet nodded and wiped at his eyes. He then held up his hands to sign.

"I am okay. Just tired. But happy," he signed with a tired smile.

"I'll call Skyla and get her to start up the plane," Clay said. "I should also call up Drayden, Iris, and Elesa. Let 'em know about Ingo. In the meantime, why don't you go home? Maybe pack some stuff and relax a bit. I'll let ya know when we're planning to leave."

Emmet nodded and signed "thank you" before getting himself to stand. He'd have to let someone know he'd be leaving for the day.

He and Clay went their separate ways, then Emmet found a depot agent and informed them he would be leaving for the day. Luckily, they didn't ask for details, and Emmet was free to leave. Soon, he'd be home, packing and waiting to go see Ingo. Finally, they'd be a two car train again.

Ingo had stepped outside during his phone call with Emmet. It just felt weird to have such a conversation in front of others like that. So now, he stood outside Lian's house, holding Lian's phone as he wiped away his tears. He couldn't believe it. He'd soon get to see his brother again, after just barely remembering him for five years.

He took another moment to compose himself, then he walked back inside. He handed Lian his phone back.

"Thank you, Lian," he said, his voice still slightly shaky and quiet.

"You're welcome, Ingo. But are you doin' alright?" Lian asked as he pocketed his phone.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Ingo said with a nod. He took a seat on the couch again. "I am glad I got to speak with Emmet, and he will be coming to Sinnoh soon. I suppose I'm just a bit emotionally drained."

"Understandable," Sabi said.

"Yeah, that's kinda how I felt when I saw Mom again," Dawn added. "And honestly, it's how I've been feeling these past few days getting to see Rei and Lian and Sabi again too."

"Heh, in that case, why don't we relax a bit with some TV?" Lian suggested.

Ingo nodded, happy for a fun, mindless activity.

"Maybe we can put on a movie?" Johanna suggested.

"Oh yeah, are there any movies we missed out on?" Dawn asked.

"Let's see what I got," Lian said as his Geodude floated over, carrying the remote to him.

Ingo didn't care what they put on. He was just glad for a chance to relax and not have to think. He leaned back into the couch as Lian switched through channels and Dawn, Johanna, and Sabi all discussed movie options. Lian's little Archen flew over to his lap once more, and Ingo absentmindedly ran his fingers through its fur, helping to ground him after such an emotional day.

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