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Inevitability of Nature

Needs. Desires. Wants. It's all human. But what follows after has always been out of our hands; nature.

After you let Professor Nanami had his way with you, some notions rise....and some....conflicts rise as well.

Professor Nanami x Reader

Inspired by the pieces X | X of @shaicutieee. I wrote this for her, and well, of course.....me😁 check them out, it's very good and what made me to write this. Her works are all great as well, I hope you can look at over her blog!! ((:

AFAB READER. fingering. dry humping. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. reader is a virgin. he's still a pervert. nanami as a soft dom?

all my y/n are fat and of color.

9K words. I expected it to be only 5k but you know how it is🚶🏽‍♀️. Hope you guys take time to read this and thoroughly enjoy it!!

Nanami has been through some shit, he really has been. Piles of works, sure. Dealing with people, sure. Deadlines that he sometimes rushed to meet, students he had to deal with, putting up with them because he wants to, not because it's his job, but still he wants to be a good teacher to them even when his work is shit.

But to see you at the back of his class, hiding, avoiding him, ignoring him--was torture.

Nanami, of course, had to what he does; teach. Write on the board like he didn't almost write an explicit word because he was thinking of the time he had you wreathing on his desk. Speak of what he wrote and fight his urge to look at you. Read the remaining bits of his lesson in the book he holds, like his voice is not threatening to crack from how he was recalling how you taste, your cum that he drunk so well. His nerves so high, he had to stop his reading midway, loosening his tie while clearing his throat.

To top it all off, what you wore today is a tight fitted and high wasted jeans, a long sleeved turtleneck. You were hiding, he can clearly tell, how can he not? But of course, that didn't stop your own body to show itself; ample thighs, round hips, belly rolls and round shoulders were hugged so well by the stretchy fabrics. He had a good sight of it when you walked into class, though ignoring him, no less.

You were hiding, afraid, frankly it was still all too distracting and yet it bothers him that you were hiding.

Fucking hell, yes, it really was a torture. So that's why his class ended fifteen minutes too early. A win for everybody, of course, they fled with no complaints or even questions like children excited for recess. And with you; being at the back of the class and having an idea where this was going, you hurried as well, though subtly, well you tried to be. Pulse suddenly all raised as you noticed the room was already cleared.

Nanami stood there leaning his waist back on his table, eyeing you as you just gathered your things and started to walk the stairs. Adorable, he thinks. And such a good student you always were, hands fill with books and other things. He can't let you out of his room without having any resolve.....well, whatever resolve he deemed it to be.

Your eyes only on the ground as you knees and feel the man was staring at you with such gaze that you knew it'll make you want to just fall down on the stairs. As you stepped down on the last step.

"Y/N." Nanami called. Stopping you before you could take a turn. Eyes still on the ground, a view of his polished shoes, clutching your things so tightly on your chest as he stepped away from the desk. "Put your bag and all of those on my desk." He spoke, walking away to lock the door as you heard.

Why did he have such a hold over you? How could you just let him stop you from walking away? Allowing yourself to let him, it was undeniable. Were you that weak or he's that strong?

But if anything, you couldn't be possibly be blamed for it, even if you do blame yourself--because afterall....you've always found your eyes on your professor lingering ever since the first time you stepped foot in his class.

For a simple person you are, seeing a man as fine as he is--you looked. But of course, too much you did and left you in a predicament. Where you found yourself having a smile as you got ready for the day and on the way to campus until that smile went wider when you reached the class you're most looking forward to having. Your heart leaping when he walks in, your back straightening with your smile you tried to keep down, and with your mind that tried its best to focus. Slick you were with showing that you're focused by asking questions that he always answered fluidly.....and because of that, you let yourself indulge that he was maybe too eager to answer you, mind imagining things that a naive person would only do.

And that you were, too naive, too indulged in your own world that you didn't notice he was indulging himself as well. Too naive to not see he had already seen you sighing a smile with your chin on your palm, to not see he held amusement and smugness in his eyes and to not see yourself would be sprawled out beneath his tongue.

Reluctantly, you followed. Still, your eyes are only to his shoes as he walks back to you until the distance ceased to exists. Nanami felt guilty for feeling powerful above your anxious figure, really he did, but the tent growing in him would say otherwise, you could say that was what he was most guilty about.

He holds your chin, soft his touch was as he turns your face up to him. From the calmness of his eyes were, you had your answer, he really is strong, and you were nothing of that within his presence. "Did you not want what happened yesterday?"

Let's be honest, who wouldn't want their fucking hot professor's tongue deep inside them?

"...I...I wanted it..." You couldn't lie.

Relief fills him but there's a few things that remains. "And do you regret it?"

You gulped, hands unclenching and clenching, unsure of the answer. But you spoke before he could, "I'm...I'm scared."

There was many things you could be scared of. His furrowed expression turns soft, another hand of his goes to your waist, caressing it. "Of what?"

How could he be so cruel? You were naive, you realized that, but not too much that you hadn't seen his desire and nothing more. How opposite you feel.

Indeed, there are many things you're scared of; getting found out that you affiliated yourself with the esteemed professor and all that comes after the dreadful happening, of allowing yourself to have his way with you. But most of all, you were scared because you're already feeling for him. How stupid you are.

And surprisingly to you, some anger brews in you because how cruel he could be? Being so gentle and attentive while backing up what he only truly needs.

You shake your head gently, the hold on your chin gone, your eyes turning away from him, putting your hand over his on your waist to refrain his hold that was weakening you. "I don't...I don't know.." It turns out you could lie.

Nanami only kept you in place by sliding his free arm to your hips and he leans down. "Do you want this?" Filling up his needs, whatever that may be.

But if he had seen you having a dreamy look before then it's not too much of a stretch that he can say he knows what bothers you. He's not blind, however aloof he seemed to be, in fact it's quite the opposite, actually--that's why he had and took the chance to swept you off your feet.

Nonetheless, he's still a man, despite that he resents such a person would do....he's still a man; weak to his desires. And afterall....you'd benefit off of it as well, no?

What a bastard he truly was. You felt played. But were you really played or you're just that naive? The notion still stands. As your eyes was on his chest, you washed the anger presenting itself by replacing them with nothingness. Had enough of showing too much. Needless to say, you can't deny that you want what he was asking, no matter how shallow it is, no matter how irritated you are. You still want him.

You meet his waiting gaze but even so with your decision, you couldn't answer.....rather you refused to give him that satisfaction. So you give it to him by locking your lips to his.

Nanami sighs, tensed muscles easing as he mirrors your actions; sloppy and fleeting kisses while his hands roams to your thighs before his arms hooked underneath to carry you to put you on his table. Glad that you laid your things just on the side. He hums a guttural sound as you raked his hair, pulling on them while he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him on your hips, your legs locked onto his back.

You dip slightly and he follows forward. His defined and hard body against your soft one, his suffocated cock on your cunt, you feel how hard and big it is that it was so easy to grind on it. Sending a shocking pressure to both of you, your moans being swallowed by one another. Nanami thrusts to you, meeting your moving hips, your jeans just riding up tightly, allowing you both to feel your heats just more. Lips not breaking away but only tongues dancing together, his hands now on your ass to help you assault his cock more and with yours on the sides of his neck, fingers digging on them.

The kiss was turning sloppier; lips dripping with drool while your heads bobs up and down just to meet each other's lips. But your pace underneath was getting hurried, Nanami's pelvis was now hitting your sex like a damn nail, moving no different from how he'd move to drill his cock into your cunt, making you falter but that didn't deter him and just surprised you with his strength by pulling your weight upward so he could ground his cock more onto you. Your things making noise as it moved along with you two. Lips not on each other anymore but you're just dazed with your head a little thrown back while he only trails wet kisses all over your face, finding yourselves nearing the edge.

Tired and aching muscles, you still grind against him weakly while he's still fucking strong as ever. With the strength you can muster, you clenched your limbs onto him as he rutted again, making him stop and clamped down onto you as well. He kept his sinful groan with pursed lips, but even so, by how deep the rumble in his chest was--it made no difference. You came both at the same time, your head now deeply laid back in the air while his is buried in your shoulder. Bodies all tense but still slowly moving to ride the high, essence spilling out, soiling your underwears, continued sounds from both of you.

Still in a trance despite that his high came down, Nanami began to explore you, hands kneading on what he can while he goes to your lips, holding the back of your head with his big hand as the other just continued to grope you. Loving how pliant your flesh was against the fabrics. And you, out of it the moment you came, was surprised to say the least. Barely able to keep up with how needy he was and just as when you were about to call him, his phone rang; telling that his class has truly ended fifteen minutes prior, an alarm that you were familiar with because sometimes he gets carried away and lose track of time.

But of course, he just continued bombarding you with his kissing and groping. You knew if you didn't stop him, there was a chance he'd have you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out, there was no doubt in you that he had thought of that before. The thought made you flinched your fingers tightly to him.

"Sir," you called and to no avail just sealed your lips with his. If it weren't for the severity of the situation and new found opposing feeling for him you'd laugh of how needy he was. You pulled away and yes, he follows but just to your face again, and how fucking glad you were that you're wearing a turtleneck for by now if not, you'd be full of marks.

Nanami fucking grinds himself to you again and for the first time, you let out his name, "Kento," in a moan it came out that you didn't intend to but it broke him out as he stilled. How great it came out from your mouth, and only then he realized your moans earlier were nothing but just incoherent sounds, what a waste it was. He'd have you say his name soon enough, to cry it.

The ringing of his phone was stopped as he turned it off, not even taking his eyes off you as he did after he sat you properly. Heaving breaths you controlled as you take your eyes down, not wanting to see his hazy gaze, see how satisfied he was. Instead you closed your eyes and leaned your forehead to his, while he rubs your thighs softly. "...I should get going," you muttered almost breathless, before you could look up to him, he pulled you by the waist to put you down gently and then you looked up to him after. Taking your hands off of him and tried your best to stop your limbs from trembling. And a mistake you thought it was for he puts a hand on your face, fingers gently rubbing the skin, "Hmm...yes, take care." He mutters too airy, eyes nonchalant again but the way he held it was soft.

There he fucking goes again with his cruelty. You wonder how he wields what he will and you wonder if it was your or his fault that your tears fall as you walked out of his classroom, feeling so stupid, that you know how he was taking advantage of what you hold for him and you resent yourself for relishing in the pleasure. Whatever was left with your pride, it made shame come crawling though you.

Nanami....he was, of course in a different spot......God, what desperation can do to a man....the sounds of prevention mute to his ears and just wanted to continue, the ending envisioned with you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out. If it weren't for you calling his name, he would have risk it.

Yet no shame in him, no guilt he can feel that course in his veins, no anything but the rush of aftermath....and that again, he was guilty of. He sighed, exhaling deeply as he crossed his arms, heads up--he'll have to go clean himself up first before another class begins.

The day went on with minds trying not to be distracted.

And to say you both are right now....was an understatement.

A day has passed after what went yesterday, a day with you avoiding him again despite that you didn't have a class with him, taking all the directions that you were sure of to not cross paths with him, nor even give him a glimpse of your existence far away. A day with you reflecting on your mistakes actions, of what you hold for him. From how you thought nothing of anything but it as you went along with your day, you'd say it took you somewhere, at least.

What more could be said? You like him. Till now, you've imagined how his smile was and how you know it'll make your heart skip a beat. An aspect that made the man more appealing to you, as much as daft you feel for that notion....some would agree, anyway.

....Yes, you like him....enough for you to have some peace with the unspoken agreement you both made. Swallowing your shame rather than pride, you agreed upon yourself to see through the end of what you've done. Newfound vigor to not be let down by your hurting ego. Because after all, what could you lose if you do this? Dignity, reputation, pride, or even degree to make it worse--but hey, the man you like persuaded you to form a no strings attached, as you deemed it to be, anyway--so how could you turn down such an offer?

Be it absurdity or even sad, you'd take what you can get. It's not like the man will have something to put you both in a situation, more than you already both are in.

.....That's.....for some other time...

Distracted you both are right now. Still and again, you're at the back. Nanami was different though, he's not faltering, nor even steal a glances toward you. Instead he was himself, where he spoke fluidly, eyes roaming over his students and of course, to you.

You chuckled to yourself, how could you have missed that? That his gaze was always laced with threatening facade that no one could miss but he played off well. And......no student of his nor the people in the university would even comprehend the thought of the said professor to have your panty still with him. Yeah, that thought was quite hard to forget ever since you realized. "Bastard." You muttered under your breath that hitched when your gazes met again. Immediately though swiftly, you ducked your head on the desk under your arms, feeling caught because you knew he saw what you said and the little quirk of his lips said so. Sure to have some consequence after.

And Nanami was more than pleased to deliver said consequences.

You were the last one remaining again in the room, silence stood still as you walk down the stairs and up until you pass him by his desk, with him just standing against it, but not until he caught your wrist, taking you back to him swiftly, a soft gasp out from you.

"Bastard, huh?" Nanami spoke, encircling his arms on your waist after he took your bag and things from you, putting it on his chair, then yours crawls to his chest so as your eyes to his. Immediately being surrounded by his strong scent of musk, trying not to relish it in the way it can show.

"You disagree?" You dared and it was worth it because you pulled a reaction from him, though only a raise of eyebrows and twitch of his lips, it was new, and amusing.

His surprised in reason was because what you just did was new as well, the same when he saw you utter the word, and now seeing hesitations gone in your eyes. He isn't complaining though.

He nod his head, passing by your question. He rather agrees to it but he won't say it out lout, at least. "You avoided me again yesterday," he states as a matter of fact. Not that he's bothered, really, he's just.....curious, the one that grew every time he walks the same direction he always does that makes him see you but didn't. And with how you are at the moment, it added to it.

You nod, trying not to let flattery or even a little of hope creep in by his words that confirmed for him to notice what you did. "Yes, well....I needed to think." Loosening his tie to open a bit of his well neatly buttoned collar.

He just looks at you, urging to go on. And you laughed lightly, your head falling to his chest.....he didn't need to know all that, even when he seems to want to know about it. "I think....that the door is still unlocked."

Some reminder to keep you steady.

And whatever Nanami thought it was, it's good enough for him because you're back in his arms. He smirked, dipping his head down to you, "We can fix that." He seeked your lips with his, your hands clasping together above his nape and you gasped in surprise as he walks forward while you were forced yourself to do so backwards.

He didn't let you tore off your mouth from him but just continued to kiss you vigorously, his palms going down to squeeze your ass as he guided you to where the door was. Adrenaline pumps high with the possibility of being caught, it tripled when Nanami backs you gently against it with a thud and he locks it.

He stands in between your opened legs, feeling his hard on against your heat as he was now slightly crouching down to meet your arched figure. Glad he was with your chosen attire; a loose shirt that's tucked in your short pencil skirt. Easily giving him access to let his hands roam up to your ass, the skirt riding up while he finally leaves your lips alone and went down to your exposed neck. Your hands goes to his hair, knowing how he likes it to be caressed and you did nothing but that as he gave a sweet attention to your soft flesh down, tempted to leave a mark.

Letting his desire win again, as he had the second to contemplate it while he just trails his wet lips on the skin--he had the time and what a loss it would be if he just left it untainted. So that's why your lips are pursed now because he's sucking on the right side of your neck while you're moving your hips slightly, feeling his cock move against your thinly covered cunt. Nanami grunts on your flesh, a harsh squeeze to your ass cheek, then he sinks his teeth on you, the abundant flesh engulfs his mouth, rolling his tongue above all the while he continues to suck--it had your mouth fall open.

"Sir," you moaned. So fucking relieved that you didn't utter his name this time, a line you know that's meant something. Nanami, too busy for the notion to cross his mind, was only pleased to hear you so he continues while you do yours as well, firing both of your heats with the grinding of your hips, that is.

Figuring that he did enough, Nanami pulls away to see what he did; a visible and wide enough of a mark that no one is to miss, your glistening skin with sweat and panting self, hooded eyes to him and still slightly moving hips. Satisfied he already is, he huffs down to you, pushing the leg between you further that made you gasp and arched up, fingers clasping up to his suit. "Should we continue?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just wanted to taunt you, he can't help it, not when he has you this eager.

You only hum, fluttering eyes, already lost, and you just let yourself be--better than be awake and see how smug he looks while you're weak. But he only taunts you more.

"Answer me." Demanded he. Knowing he won't let up, you gained some strength, your hand reaches to his tie and tug it to pull him closer again. "Yes," you weakly said and that was the only thing he wanted to hear.

Nanami hums as he hooked his arms under your thighs, your back straightened with holding onto his neck. Staring at each other as he carried you to his desk, unfazed by how he effortlessly he took you and just admired how pretty he looked with his blonde hair starting to stick with sweat, running your fingers through them now and beads of sweat falling on his face, fogged glasses, how red his ears and cheeks was. As he put you down, you took his glasses off, the chance finally allowing you to look at his unguarded eyes. Barely able to grasp the reality of being in front of your disheveled and flushed professor, once again. At least with your resolves bound agreed to you.

Nanami can see through how you're gazing at him, to say the very least....he was taken aback by it. Far from amusement now but just intrigue. And he needs to steer the other way before anything. He took his glasses from your hands and hooked it on his collar, then took off his suit, smoothly throwing it back on his chair, before he cuffed up the sleeves on his wrists properly; how you always found that action too attractive.

Breathless you were by his mere actions as he eyes you down before going down to your lips. You sigh into the kiss even when it was brisk and so needy, he dips you down lightly with a hand of his on your back and the other unbuckling his belt. Nanami explored in your mouth until he pulls away, gently laying you down on the wide and long enough desk, pulling once on your legs to angle you closely better to him, legs tightly clinging to his sides with your flat dolls hoes still in tact to your feet, skirt riden up to your waist, exposing your thighs and of course, your panty to him.

You stare up at the man and as the waistband of his pants fall a little, your eyes went down as he palms himself over his fitted boxer, seeing how packing he was, your lips parted, breath hitching as you were quite scared. He chuckled a little and rubs your thigh, "I won't hurt you," he spoke reassuringly. He may be a bastard but not so much, so he has to calm his nerves down when he feels how wet you are as his hand goes to your heat, slick leaking through your cotton underwear, just as he took off your panty short. Large and thick fingers massage your slit through the fabric.

"Sir....I-" you let out quite loudly, chest rising up and down. By your eyes, hesitating voice and your hands that tries to reach his wrist, he knew what you wanted to say--and fuck, some disgusting urge he shakes away because otherwise, he would have let loose and destroy your virgin cunt.

Nanami breathes from his mouth, not stopping his rubbing with your clothing mound, "I know, I know.." he coos, his other hand going up above your waist, feeling the belly rolls and up to your breasts, fondling them. Overwhelmed already by his ensuring actions, a hand of yours went to his that was fondling you, squeezing it while he took off your panties and laid it beside you.

You pursed your lips so hard as you knew what was next when he cups your mound. A kept sound echoes out of you once he lined one finger in your entrance. It'll be a tight fit, he thought with how your cunt was already spasming on his one finger--it makes his cock throb more, feeling his slick leaking out. "Easy.....easy," he mumbles when you gasped and squeezed his hand you were holding so hard as he slid in the finger further.

Deep and slow breaths you make to soothe yourself though with how he's looking down at you, it only helps so little--and he just adds another finger, "Shit-" you hissed. Twitching, he guided down his hand you're still holding onto for dear life to your belly, pressing down on it, "You're doing well."

If he keeps on speaking like that while looking at you, his strong digits sliding in your walls, no less--you'd lose whatever cogs remains in your brain.

Hummed moans rumbles from your pursed lips as his fingers stretches you gently, easily done by how wet you are and the way he's guiding you. Eyes rolling back to close your eyes and let him take his time with his fingers in you.

Nanami, despite how his boxer is already soiled, pulsing of his cock so strong that it battles against the beating of his heart--he only eyes you as his two fingers penetrates your cunt nice and easy. Almost unable to believe that he'd be fucking his student raw, a virgin, no fucking less. He's beginning to get dizzy at this point.

He then turns his slow pace a little bit faster, in and out they slide. "Ha," you continously pant as he find his fast rhythm, thick and long digits getting sucked in by your walls, eyes opened now while he's hurling his fingers again and again, hips bucking to move against them and he allows you--just as pleased you were eased already.

"God," you heaved breathily as you already feel your stomach was on a rollercoaster but with just added so much heat. By how deep he was plunging in your walls, how wide his big fingers were stretching you, and the fact that this was your first time as well, you knew you were close.

Nanami feels it, too--easy to know by how you're now scratching his hand you haven't let go, shallow rising of your stomach and your wavering grinding. He almost chuckled but he just smirked, turning his pace much more faster, "Sir!" you gasped but immediately covered your mouth, suddenly clenching all of you but he just continues to drive in and out his knuckles deep.

Wide and frantic gaze stares through his calm ones as fucks you by his fingers, the table was already creaking weakly. As his other hand was freed, he used that to rub over your clit, pushing you to your edge. "Mmhgh-" eyes rolling back again as you let go. Squirting a little of your fluids with thick and white comes out of your cunt slowly, his colored cream shirt tainted a bit and unfortunately for you, his damn watch as well, though Nanami could care less about it but just watched you ride your orgasm and easing you through it. Shaking limbs that moves weakly to let the pressure stay while he gently massage your insides.

You moaned by your lips parting slightly when he takes out his fingers and the other goes to caress you, keeping you awake from your hazy state. Then you're humming as he cups your roaming head, keeping it still to make you look straight to him. You wonder how he could still ask what he asked when he's licking his fingers off of your cum by his tongue, "Should we continue?"

His calm voice only echoes in your ears but you didn't need to be told twice again, hypnotized with pleasure, and well....him. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, nodding, not caring how needy you must sound.

Nanami wastes no time to take down his boxers, springing his cock free, his red and wide tip that leaks with his pre. You gape at him, your head a little away up from the table, fully woken up and frankly, scared again. "I got you," he spoke firmly, rubbing your thighs to leading his one hand to caress your ever soaked heat. "Hmm?" He waits for you to utter at least something and you nod, though hesitantly. Enough for him. Because truthfully, he doesn't know how long he can wait more.

He strokes his length, making it dribble out more cum and he hums while he still rubs your mound. "I won't make it hurt, angel." Assured he and you nod again, the name somehow doubles the fluttering of your insides. The man above you who was entranced by your cunt which was smeared with your cum and clenching onto nothing, couldn't take it anymore and lines himself up to your slit. But he doesn't enter yet and instead slides his length against your folds, eliciting hisses and gasps from both of you.

"Fuck," you swore, your head instinctively falling back on the table, feeling his hard member rubs on you, your hands just fisted to your sides. Nanami yanked up your shirt, showing your soaked stomach and breasts underneath your bra, he'd bite and mark you up if only he had the chance at the moment. But he isn't complaining with what he's got now; his aching cock that massages itself on your fat cunt. Up and down again and again until a thin paddle of both your slicks is made on the floor, that he no doubts will just double later on.

Fucked out you already were and Nanami can't wait to see how you'd be once he finally gets to be in you, a few more firm thrust that he's doing right now and he knows he'll have you gushing out again and of course, he. With actually a hard and final thrust, hard that it truly contracted his thick and hard length against your mound, you gripped his sides by your legs so tight as you came. Nanami was no different, it had him clenched his knuckles on the table, up to his neck frozing as well as he reached his peak.

By now, his hair was much more wet and falling down to his head, dropping of sweat to you, and fuck--how greatly lewd he looks as he relished his high, head up to the cieling, showing his veiny neck, thanks to what you did earlier by loosening his tie that crippled his shirt now, cuffed up sleeves that hugged his muscled forearms so well, the expensive watch of his glimmering, his chest heaving.

What the hell did you got yourself into?

As he got back, he looks down to you, stroking his length once again, his curve straightening, lining the tip to your entrance, that much already makes you take a deep breath, your hands finding your thighs to dig into. "Relax, I got you," he says, his eyes sharpening a little, guiding his cock in with his hand to finally be in you though just the tip yet. Nanami's eye never left you even when you already were sucking the little bit of his length so tight, but just kept his attention to you, ears sharp to your little sounds, making sure you won't hurt even a little. "I got you..." He mumbles along with your whimpering, his other hand caressing your soft belly while he stilled as you ground yourself by finding where his hand was and held it.

Nanami opened his hand to hold yours properly, fingers clasped together; a little surprised by the action, he took that chance to move a little, your said hand twitched hardly on his as your thighs did. "Is that alright?" he asks after, the little added inch in you making you lightheaded already but by his firm yet gentle aura with his hand squeezing yours, is what soothes you greatly.

You nod tiredly with closed eyes, you hum a small 'yes' and he hums as well, lightly tugging on your hold to make your eyes open and look at him, which you do. You're both pulsing against one another, you feel it, so much; it's quite aching but not because of how it's hurting but because of how nicely he felt even with his thick length--your cunt just wanting for more.

Some luck you had. Desired as well by the man you like, even though it's not the same way as you think of each other....suppose it can count for something....with him being as your first time, no less. And how could you complain when he's being so gentle, patient to not hurt you, even though it was his wanted need that's put you here, he's patient to ease you first. If you didn't know any better then you could say that alone is making you fall for him more.....but you do.

You're not blaming yourself this time though.

And Nanami seemed to be patient, it truly looks like it, but believe that it has ran so thin ever since earlier. His needy cock that's being sucked so well by your cunt, only the tip and a few inch he's in and it's so much already but still not enough. What keeps the last thread of sanity that's holding his mind together is your glossy eyes, his hand that you keep on squeezing.....and your trust in him to keep his word. Because after all, he wouldn't want you to be scared again, run away from him and leave his need.

All the while your minds ran, Nanami was inching himself further little by little until he's halfway, relieving him some of his aching as your walls engulf him. "Mhmm, you're doing so good." Placid tone that he mumbles out lowly as he rocks his hips a bit. Another of your hand goes to where you're holding his, needing support from his girth that opens and continues to impale in you while you just let broken moans out.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart, we're almost there." You don't know how much more you can take by his mellow words, and you did your best to bear his heavy gaze while he was still going in. After for what it felt like for so long, Nanami finally found himself to the end of you, his pelvis directed so closely on your heat, his cock fully sheathed inside you, giving what he was deprived of for a while since he's taken a notice of you.

He sighs with closing his eyes as he turned up his head, basking in the warmth of your walls that spreads all over him, your little cries as a melody to his paradise. What a view it was, his chest that's seems to be constricted by the tight cloth clinging to his sweated flesh, curves of his muscles showing, that was rising up and down slowly by how deeply he was breathing--some pride manages to swell in you for it was you, well, rather your cunt that made him like that. But you can say the same with his cock that was impaling you.

Kneading your thigh, he looks at you, "See? You did so well, hmm?" You can only nod, tears falling to the side of your face. Any other time, you're sure you would have feel pathetic but no, he was anything but made you feel everything but it.

"I need to hear you speak, angel." Nanami spoke, his nod urging you on. You nod a bit frantically, licking your lips, "....Yes, yes...I'm okay," you say breathlessly.

Seeing how you are, that gives him grant to move again, he pulls back his hips, his length slowly following out and he sees how soaked it was, veins more visible. Then he goes in, slowly again, giving you time to still get used to him, seeing how your cunt was tightly pressing on his length, making him hissed with clenched teeth and jaw the second he was pulling out and your walls welcoming him in again.

"Mmhgh," you moan as he continues to slowly drive in you, unable to believe that it didn't hurt even once despite that he was so big and long, just filling you up completely and warmly; all because he made sure of it.

Nanami's slow pace began to turn steady, his hand still on your thigh but just gripping it now, "Talk to me, sweetheart," he says, and you wonder how is his voice still firm like that.

You try to bite off the shy away in speaking of what he was insisting to know, and of course, by his demeanor that never seemed to fail to work on you, you answered. "It's good.....so good...." you murmur, eyes fluttering but still you had a glimpse of his satisfied face--at this point, you have no energy left to protest to it, even just to yourself, because all of you was being outweighed by his pulsating cock in your heat as it slips in and out, every vein of his you feel it contract against your walls, his tip that only threatens to reach your deepest end. Only that and you already see your end to be so near. You know you're in some deep shit because he hasn't even begun yet.

He kept moving his pace, still not letting up to his want that tempts him to drill his cock into you without remorse or whatsoever. Rather, he continues to put you first and it's not even so hard anyway, because he knows even without penetration yet, you're not so far to cumming again. "You're almost there, hmm?" Nanami urged as he eyes your cunt that was leaking of white drops already before he looks at your strained face. Only a few more then it'll finally pay off.

"Hnggh..yes..yes.." You let out a whiney voice as your tears don't stop falling. With the sounds of your liquids squelching, feeling how your cunt continues to leak, his cock plunging in, his hand that never stopped caressing your flesh and your hold on him he as well hold, you had your release. "Shit-" you choked, uncontrollably bucking up your hips and clenched thighs on him so hard that your walls did as well, which made Nanami's breath hitched--"Shit." The sudden action, choking his own member, shockwaves through his nerves.

Both of you lost in the euphoria, though Nanami had to ground himself because at the moment it was all about you, as much as he was damn grateful for what you unconsciously did, he needed to help you ride your end, and to see you at it, made it all worthwhile; as you keep grinding to him while he feels your creamy slick coats his cock that he continues to rut in you gently, ( you both no doubt that his own was mixing with yours the moment he went in you ) your nails drilling on his knuckle, he only dismissed the little spots of blood that shows, and just watched on how you were shaking, listening to your sounds that you keep on breaking as you knew you can't be too loud.

"Ha....fuck," you dragged too breathy, your hold on him weakening, vision just black spots, slowly coming down from your high bliss, still you feel your cunt fluttering even when both of your movements has ceased. Nanami takes his hand from you gently, needing to flex it as it was slightly hurting before coming it up to your neck, his strained fingers reaching until to your chin, "Angel, stay with me," he murmurs, fingertips faintly rubbing your skin, making your dizzy eyes open to peer at him.

You hum, weakly nodding to his touch, too out of it to pay mind to it. "Are you okay for us to continue?" If you still have some hold of yourself or had the energy, you would have giggle or even laugh, maybe be even a little annoyed, roll your eyes--the literal situation amusing as he was still in you, of you just down from your release, and he's still asking if it's alright to continue. But whatever is left in you, how he was being, you can't deny what you somehow feel in your heart.

Managing and choosing to let your lips curve a little, "...Yes...I'm okay...please.." To Nanami's ear, you plead. And as said before, he may be a bastard but not cruel to not give what you were asking for.

So finally, fucking finally--he has himself moving through you the way he was craving for. His pace began slow and steady again, both of his palms laid flat on your sides on the desk, gripping down strongly on the wood to gain momentum in his thrust. Leaving you to hold on his wrists, your muscles pulling as your arms were only just long enough to reach for him, the grip just adding to it.

Your hold was the only thing that was keeping you from breaking, knowing what you were feeling right now will only just get worse; knowing what's only left is him speeding up and fill you up to no end.

Of course, that's what he does. Babbles of his title, curses, incoherent sounds out from you while he only lets out guttural groans and low rumming hums that vibrates through you, along with skins slapping against each other...and the table creaking strongly.

With the time you had that was much past far already and charting the dangerous remaining time you have now. You both know that one round is all you have, Nanami is fine with that, more than it because he'll fucking make the most of it.

....And because of that, you know you have to keep the burning knot that's already building up inside you or longer than you can to make it all the damn better. Which is what you do, by digging your nails on his skin once again...limbs clenching so mightily against him to give you strength with keeping it in. To give back what he gave you, is what's in your mind--pathetic as that sounds, you want to keep it.

Nanami sees through you sees through your teary eyes that still somehow gets lost in your head while he was fucking you. Adorable, again is what he thinks but no amusement just intrigue, again. He lets it stay this time, be it a heat of the moment so as you've said before, part of him knows that it's not.

Then he surprises you when he slows down, the curling fire in you follows down not too soon, making you blink your tears away too many times to look at him rightly to see if your senses were doubting you, but because you see his waiting eyes that's painted calmy....satisfyingly, your face furrowed before you scoffed disbelievingly, ''Bastard," of course, like you've guessed, he'd savor it well and that's how he does it; by warming his damn cock inside you, even in the midst of fucking you, he just has to stop and bask in your heat, beating against each other. But is he right for doing that because it is fucking good.

"Believe me, I know, sweetheart," he now admits. That makes you raise your brows and smirked, teeth showing, but before you could relish your amusement, he went back to it again. Cursing at him and that only urge him on.

Only by a few thrusts he started again, that knot in you easily builds just as easy how it went away, making you remember to hold on and you bear it as you feel he's not so far now.

Fast and deep is how he hits you, his cock twitching every time he finds your end, hips rising slightly each time that happens making his knot overflow and by that, he knows he's close. So he made his pace even more faster, because of it; it feels like he's ramming into you deeply now despite that he really not anymore because of his speed.

Out of his control that his pace had become uneven, hips stuttering and he's cursing and hissing now. "Speak, sweetheart." Hastily he lets out, tightening up all of him before he hears your answer. "Inside," you breathe brokenly and that cracks his damn easily just as yours. His bottom stilled against in you and you raise your hips to meet his final thrust that makes all of him spill in your gushing cunt.

"Fuck," Nanami swore as he continues to let out his cum, his cock beating still strongly as if it's his own heart, gently rutting in you to ease you both, your cleched state beginning to move again, stirring the heat further more, finding your vision back. "Fucking hell." You curse, so fucking overwhelmed; trembling limbs and flinching all the while, not letting up your death grip on his wrist. Nanami doesn't even feel that but just your cunt that still sucks him in, trapped in his own doing as your eyes were locked together while staying high.

Aching and trembling muscles as the man helps you sit up gently. Feeling all the soreness come down. You just sit there with closed eyes as Nanami fixes himself up and you're surprised when you felt a hand on your face, he doesn't say anything but just brushes your hair out of the way and dab his handkerchief gently on your soaked skin, a few tissues as well. After that, he fixes your shirt, all that until you're fully woken up, able to grasp what he was doing, but despite you're quite taken aback, you don't say anything, well not like you could anyway by how your throat was burning--and of fucking course, he's standing again in front of you with a water bottle.

Shaking arm, you drank it all. He then carries you bridal style, knowing you're sore and because of the mess down front of the desk. "Can you stand?" He asks, still carrying you, looking at you're limp head on his chest. "I'll try," you weakly answer and he lets you, but still his arms are around you and glad you were because your legs gave out immediately. You laughed weakly, holding onto him, Nanami doesn't show anything but his neutral face and just held you up. Making you hold onto him properly as he fixed the rest of your clothes, including sliding your panty back up to you.

Presentable enough, enough to not let suspicions grow. "Are you able to walk by yourself or shall I go with you?"

You gape at him a little, almost finding him funny. "Suspicions is what we're avoiding,"

"I won't have you falling again."

Quite late for that.

You laughed, clutching your bag. "I'll be fine, I'll do my best."

He doesn't stop there. Is he dense with what he's doing?

"Will you be okay?" Though you know what he was implying, his hold on your cheek, how he's caressing your arm, is what reflects his concern.

Either he's real cruel to treat you like that when he knows what you feel for him or he's just truly kind and you're just far gone swayed, letting your heart cloud anything else.

"I will." You nod, squeezing his hand for the last time before going but not before asking to insist ith helping with the mess that he just dismissed, ever the gentleman.

Quite the day you both had.

Stolen glances, given gazes that dangerously stays when distances are clear. All of that.

All of that until you see each other and take and give what you can for as long as time can offer.

All of that until Nanami can't take anymore of your gazes that you hold with so much likeness for him, hell, it might be even more. It's getting in the way of what he only wants. You're getting in the way, because fuck, you're getting to him and that's not what he wants, no he doesn't want that, he doesn't want you and what you hold for him.

Well....at least that's what he keeps telling to himself....especially right now that he sees you speaking animately with your seatmate in his class, and it's been going on like that for a few days that it's got his attention, the said person listening to you intently and quite frankly if he's not wrong, he can see that they're eyeing you the way he has been, back then. Lust.

And what he doesn't do just told him that he's in deep shit; letting you converse with them even though class was about to start, rather than calling you out and see you frown because of him, it was his fault anyway that he came in late.

What the fuck did he just do?

Worried is what you are as you feel he's been strange, more than usual, you suppose. Worried that your charade that seemed to be going so well, especially for your own satisfaction of feeding to your desires not of needs that he only seeks but what you've made into much more than that--worried that it'll end soon.

Speaking of that...you don't even bother to curtain it but just let it show, because come on, it's not like it was a problem, right? Surely he's not bothered by it because you do nothing but just look at him, speak to him in a way that no one has and until now, can. Surely he's not affected by it, no?

....It was then you concluded, rather reach that at this point, he has been. Some hope you were right.

You weren't worried anymore that your charade will end.

With the little courage you have, it was enough to drive you greatly.

And it's what Nanami has dreaded when you're now face to face alone in his classroom once again. He's unsure of what he's dreading, to be honest, just that dread is keeping him on his toes.

He eyes his shoes as his waist was leaning back against his desk, he doesn't want to look at you, afraid to see how you're gazing at him, what you hold in them, afraid that he's afraid, afraid he'll mirror your gaze.

But when you call his name, half of it gone away. "Kento," you call, tipping your head down gently. There he looks at you, breathing deeply. The man doesn't speak but just stares at you, however you're not flustered by it this time as you see nothing was behind them anymore but just him.

Your drive takes over, with pursed lips you smile before speaking, "Do you want this?"

For the first time, you see him smile, losing his composure as he puts a hand on his face, a laugh breaking. You were much right about your heart skipping a beat when you see his smile.

He's truly lost and knows there's no running from it. No sense in doing so. A bastard he is or maybe even cruel, but never a coward. Nanami reaches out for your hands and you give it to him. "Yes."

You only smile, stepping closer to him as he opened his legs and leaned your foreheads together. Closed eyes, he whispers, "Forgive me."

"I know,"

"Allow me to start over."

"As you wish."

A new agreement came to light driven by only the truth and sealed by a kiss.

Which was interrupted by none other than the two esteemed professors besides Nanami; Gojo and Geto. Opening the door with a key in Geto's hand, the two entering in so smugly with Gojo laying out his hand to Geto.

"I told you so. Pay up."

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anxious-shapeshifter · 4 months

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I finished today's therapy session and...fucking hell, something jumped out at me that I have never considered before, and it's left me in shambles.

I've often shared a personal anecdote with folks in my life in order to illustrate how mormonism instills its destructive values very early in its members, and I'm going to share it with you all now as well.

When I was around 6 or 7, I had a dress that I loved to wear. It was made of stretchy cotton like a t-shirt, meant to be played in, and it was pink with rainbow flowers that had little smiley faces. Its other notable trait is that it had elastic "spaghetti straps", because this was something you'd wear in the warmer months.

The year I turned 8, my family moved back to Utah. I started 2nd grade there, and one day, I wore the dress to school, unaware of the taboo I was about to commit. I was a child, after all - I didn't know any better.

As soon as the teacher caught sight of me, I got sent to the front office to call my parents for a change of clothes and scolded for breaking school dress code. It was a big hassle, because my mom was a teacher herself at another school, and my dad was attending school an hour away from home. He had to turn around to come deliver the clothes to me.

I felt so ashamed, I never wore that dress again. I didn't even understand why what I'd done was wrong, only that the punishment was so terrifying that I never wanted to go through it again. The only clue I really got in order to avoid such a scenario, was that it was the straps - shoulders have to be covered.

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The first thing that I think occurs to people I share this with is that I, as a 7 year old child, got dress-coded for having bare shoulders - in other words, I was sexualized as a child by my community and punished accordingly for it. That's pretty fucked up on its own.

Today, however, a new realization dawned on me. You see, when I've brought this story up again in the years following, my parents have both agreed that they also found the situation to be pretty fucked up. They've always been comparatively more progressive than fellow mormons I grew up around in our insular community, so this has always made sense to me.

They didn't agree with how I was treated...and yet, they allowed it to happen.

I don't recall either of them voicing these opinions to me at the time it happened, or addressing the situation to me afterwards in order to help me, a confused child, understand why I was treated this way. No one stood up to defend me or challenged the unfairness; what I observed was my parents' compliance with the rules, and I, in turn, learned that this was simply how things must be.

I'm torn, because I love my parents. What happened here, though? Was this a moment in which they had to weigh a choice, choosing community and belonging over their child's feelings? Were there just so many other things on their mind at that time, after the big move we made as a family, that they didn't stop to think about it for too long?

Now I'm here at 25, trying to comfort a child who was left behind so long ago, who needed an adult to kindly and gently explain why this unfairness happened to her, and that it wasn't her fault to begin with.

I want to tell her how lovely her flowery rainbow dress is.

#i'm left with a lot to think over with my life and my relationship to my parents #where else did this happen?#theo rambles #theo's essays #not sure how to classify this one tbh #exmo #exmormon #ex religious

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oopsallfanfic · 1 year

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Chapter 1: So Long

It was impossible for you not to sit and stare into oblivion sometimes. So overloaded with homework, quirk training, maintaining friendships, attending extra curriculars, and processing feelings almost 24/7 that sometimes you needed to just sit and stare. Existing only to breath in this moment, to exist simply at your desk, at the dinner table, or at the park. Your friends didn’t exactly understand when you explained this feeling to them, one friend had pointed out that maybe it was because you were in prep courses for a degree in Criminal Justice. None of them shared the same passion for Hero work as you, but it didn’t hinder your relationships. It was in one of these deep thought moments you were unfortunately called on to answer something in your math class. Completely checked out for the better part of the class, you woke at the sound of your name.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today, Hamamoto,” the teacher called, looking over the other students to your space in the back of class. You picked your head up to look between Miss Oshima and the board. “Can you solve this equation on the board for me?”

Miss Oshima held out the piece of chalk and motioned for you to come forward. Luckily you were covering a topic yo understood within the first day, so this equation would be no problem. You adjust your cardigan on your shoulders as you made your way up to the board, taking the piece of chalk from your instructor as you reached her. A quick glance at the board was all you needed before you started following the necessary steps. When you finished, you handed the chalk to your instructor and made your way back to your seat.

“Thank you very much,” Miss Oshima continued on her lecture, giving you a worried glance before continuing. As she continued with her lecture, you picked up your pen and took notes. Hoping your activeness would deter her from calling you again. As you scribbled in your notebook, a pair of stretchy fingers slid on the top of your desk with a piece of paper wedged between them. You recognized the chipped pastel fingernails to belong to your best friend Chiyo who sat a few seats in front of you. Tanaka Chiyo was incredibly stretchy thanks to a quirk she liked to call bubblegum. You often joked that she ate the devil fruit and couldn’t swim anymore, which was partly true. During the summertimes Chiyo doesn’t like to venture the deeper ends of pools.

‘U ok? <3’ the note read simply. How could you respond with what was actually on your mind. How could you explain that you were so overwhelmed with your family moving, having to change schools your last year in high school, having to start applying for colleges, studying for entrance exams, and having to work your body beyond your limit just so you can have the chance to go to your father’s Alma Mater U.A. College. You couldn’t, so you wrote her ‘Just exhausted ),:’. You tapped the paper on her fingers which grabbed it and slithered away. It came back a moment later with a new message, ‘Don’t worry, I got something that will cheer you up :D’.

I hope it’s some chocolate or something, You thought, your father hadn’t let junk food near the house in the last year and insisted you kept a consistent gym schedule. You couldn’t remember the last time you had some chocolate. Even Chiyo wasn’t going to cave into your puppy eyed look when you begged her to get you some, she didn’t want to incur the wrath of Hamamoto Akira. Chiyo’s fingers slipped back to her as the teacher called for the classes attention.

“Alright everyone, your exam is this Thursday, you should have everything you need to review for your exams from all of your teachers now. If not, you know where to find us.” The instructor announced at the end of the class, “If you have any questions, feel free to come find me this week.”

The speakers rang with the musical tone that signaled the end of the day. The teacher looked up from her papers and locked eyes with you. “Hamamoto, I’d like to talk to you if you have a minute.”

A chorus of ooh’s came from the class as they packed their bags and shuffled papers around. You rolled your eyes at them and trudged to Miss Oshima leaning against the podium at the front of the class.

“I understand you are transferring out of our school system here very soon, I want to make sure that you have the assignments you’re missing in so that we can give your new school an accurate depiction of your grades.” You nodded, “You’re just missing one homework assignment from yesterday, you’ve been pretty good at staying on top of your work. Just make sure to turn in your review guide completed on Thursday and you show up to take your exam. Your grades in my class have been exceptional this semester, and I’m glad to have had you in my class.”

She smiled softly, you choked out the best fake yet convincingly sweet smile you could and said, “Thank you, I’ll make sure to finish up that assignment. I can come by the office in the morning to drop it off before class starts tomorrow.”

“Awesome,” she clapped her hands against the podium and stood up to look over the lingering students and the ones entering the classroom. “Alright are you all here for the exam review session?”

You turned towards your desk as the students nodded or responded with their exhausted yes’s and yeah’s. Making your way back to your desk you passed by one tall string bean of a figure who leaned against her desk. Chiyo waited with crossed arms.

“So what was that about? Your transfer?” Chiyo asked, you sighed softly. It was a tough subject between the two of you at the moment. Obviously it wasn’t your choice to transfer and move, but when you first brought it up to her Chiyo made it seem like it was your idea and that you wanted to move. She wouldn’t be too far away, and you could still text her, but she was a lover of theatrics and being over dramatic so she took it a little far.

“Yeah,” you packed your folder into the crossbody bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “She just wanted to make sure I had all my assignments in so grades could get sent over.”

“Well we better get going if we’re gonna make it to band room,” Chiyo said, a lick of excitement bringing her voice up.

“What’s so special about today?” You asked. Chiyo wiggled her brows and paired it with a mischievous grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She sung and quickened her pace, shooting her way out the door and down the cooridor of the main building.

“Yeah,” You bolted out the door, chasing Chiyo. “I would!”

The long stride of your taller friend made you jog after her. As you came up close enough to punch her shoulder, you both had to skid to a halt as a wide set man turned the corner to the hall you were in. The Assistant Principle, notoriously known for having his pen and a pink disciplinary slip in his pockets at all times. Ready and primed for anyone doing anything remotely out of line, like horseplay and running in the hallways.

“Afternoon, Mikan-Sensei!” You both called to him, stuttering out the honorific in hopes he wouldn’t consider the two of you punks with no manners. He nodded in your direction and continued down the hall with his hands tied behind his large back.

“How is he able to reach around and do that?” Chiyo muttered as she peaked back at the stout man. You elbowed her and let out a small breathy laugh.

“Shut up,” You both started for band hall again. “He’ll hear you.”

Chiyo looped her arm around yours and tugged you along the hall towards the club rooms. Students were mingling and chatting as they prepared for their own activities. As you moved down the hall you couldn’t help the flood of melancholic thoughts that overcame you. You adjust your jaw trying to resist the quivering lip. Suddenly Chiyo yanked you into the band room. It took a moment of stumbling and griping at her for you to stand back up straight and finally notice the students in the room. A few 1st years that you didn’t know all that well held a small paper ban decorated with hearts and confetti. Your heart sank as you read the bold pink letters ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’. Hinode Kazuki fell into a deep bow as you made eye contact, his orange hair flopping with the violent movement. Despite the coolness of the winter air, Hinode’s sweat made his shirt cling to his back and his skin was a bright red.

You felt your skin heat up, turning to face the door with hands on your face. You weren’t sure to feel embarrassed or ashamed. You never told Hinode that you were moving, and you weren’t sure Chiyo told him either. He was someone you very openly had a crush on for the better part of the year, and he returned the affection when appropriate. He was by all means a gentleman, but here he was laying his heart out for all to see and you couldn’t turn to face him with the truth. You wouldn’t be here much longer with the embarassment, so would you subject him to suffer under the embarassement of rejection or commit to a long distance relationship. Hinode by no means deserved the shame that would come from being turned down, but it might’ve been the only way to save you both from heartache later. So here it was, literally run away or tell him the truth?

You peered through your fingers at the open door in front of you. Run. The little voice in your head shouted. You grabbed your bag’s strap with both hands and bolted out the door. The hall blurred past you as you pushed passed peers and ignored the call of Chiyo behind you. She may have been able to stretch out and reach you thanks to her gum like quirk, but there was only so far she could go. You on the other hand could just run faster than your friend, no quirk aiding you there really.

Breaking free of the metaphorical hold the school building had, you kept sprinting towards the front gate and rounded the corner. You slowed to a jog then a evenly paced stride as you came up on the convenience store not too far from the school. Maybe taking refuge in the snack aisle would hide you well enough from your pursuer.

You weren’t so lucky though. You heard the soft electronic bell ring as the doors slid open as Chiyo made her way in the store and made a bee line for the snack aisle where you feigned interest in the snacks. As one caught your eyes, Chiyo snatched you by the shoulders and turned you to face her.

“What was that you lunatic?” She whispered harshly. Shoppers side eyed the brunette as they passed and continued their shopping experience.

“I was feeling hungry,” You said sheepishly as you reached for a bag of spicy honey potato chips, shaking the bag softly in her face.

“No you weren’t, coward,” You winced at her honesty, it was one thing you loved about your friend. She told you the brutal truth sometimes, “You can’t even have this junk without your dad throwing a conniption fit. You were running away again, here is this guy you’ve been pining after all year and now he’s confessed not only his mutual feelings but how he wants to be your boyfriend in front of the whole school, and you’re-”

“Not the whole school,” You interrupted.

“Not the point,” She snapped, you could feel the glares of a few customers bare down the two of you. She spoke softer, “He knows you’re moving, I told him because I knew you wouldn’t and helped set this whole thing up. Hinode doesn’t care you’re leaving, he wants you.”

You could hear it, it was small, just a faint infliction in her tone. You could see it now though, the way her shoulders dropped in the past when you would bring Hinode up, the look in her eye when he put his arm around you once, and even now. The grip she had on your shoulders, the look of pain in her eyes, and the faint quiver when Chiyo said Hinode wanted you. Chiyo had a crush on him.

Chiyo let go after nothing was said, accepting that you would simply run away from the issue at hand rather than face it. She sighed softly, grabbed a bag of honey butter chips and made her way to the counter.

You followed with your own snack and grabbed a can of milk tea. Before she could pull out her coin purse you patter a hand on hers and brought out your own, adding your items to hers.

“Let me, Chiyo,” You said softly. The attendant called your total, and you handed him exact change. The two of you made your way out of the shop and stood on the sidewalk for a moment before you opened up.

“I-I don’t necessarily think differently of him,” You said, she looked over at you as you spoke. “I would’ve liked to explored that relationship with him, but I’m not going to. I’m moving and I don’t want us to hurt each other, especially when there’s someone close to the two of us that I know can take just as good if not better care of him than I can.”

You looked up to Chiyo, shock colored her face with a dust of blush. She couldn’t deny her feelings now, not with that look.

“How’d you know?” She asked, looking back down to pick at the edge of the package in her hands.

“I just figured it out,” You said.

“It just kind of happened, we were all hanging out so much. Then you told me you had a crush on him and I felt like I couldn’t tell you because that would cause so much drama that wouldn’t fit us at all. I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” You chuckled softly, you put out hand to cover her own. She started picking frantically at the edges of the chip bag. “I get it, I do. I don’t want this to be a big thing between us, I can get over this. Especially since I’m moving, but I want to know if you will.”

Chiyo took a moment to check her feelings, a thought crossed her mind and made the corner of her mouth prick up.

“Only if you get your own man and stay away from mine.” A cocky brow and a sharp smile was what it took to get Chiyo back to her overwhelmingly charming self. You both laughed, doubling over with your arms slapping over your stomach. When you both calmed down, you hooked yourself on Chiyo’s arm and started heading for the train station.

You looked out to your barren room, the only marker that life existed in this apartment was the ghost of posters and paintings you had hung up.

“Let’s go Hamamoto’s!” You heard your father call from the front door, you readjusted your crossbody bag on your shoulder and rolled your luggage out to the sparse living room. Hamamoto Akira stood in the genkan with backpack on his shoulder, the last of his belongings stuffed into the canvas pack. Your mother combed over her knife kit on the kitchen counter, making sure she packed every single one into the elastic straps. Hamamoto Chinami snapped the last one in it’s place and looked up with a cheerful grin.

“I’m so glad I was able to find my pairing knife, I thought I might’ve left it in the kitchen at work.” She wrapped up the case that carried her knives and swung her purse over her shoulder. “Alright family, let’s get to our new home!”

You knew you should be happy that the home your family had been building for the last few years was finally finished after numerous complications and natural disasters, but you hoped it would be finished after high school ended. On one hand you’d live practically where you used to in grade school and a majority of your intermediate years, on the other hand you’d be leaving your close friends. I guess comparatively the two experiences of leaving in the middle of intermediate school and high school were the same.

Slipping into your shoes on your way out, you took another look over your shoulder before your mother shooed you out the door. Akira led the way downstairs to your families sedan where you threw your things in the backseat with you. As your father started the car and set up his phone for directions, you pulled out your phone and popped in your earbuds.

You opened your music app to play the last album you had on and opened up your messenger.

You: On our way there now, dunno if i’m excited or dreading this.

Chiyo: You’ve seen the place before right?

The ever online presence of your best friend provided you with comfort at any moment you needed, you doubted she ever slept either. Now was definitely one of those times you needed some emotional support from your best friend. You were in mourning, you just lost your friends, your favorite shops, and the chance at your first real relationship. Sure there was social media and phones to keep connected to friends, but seeing each other everyday for the last 3 years is entirely different. Then there’s your favorite shops, what if the convenience stores by your home don’t have the same drinks you usuall get or the restaurants in the area just aren’t as good? One thing was for certain though, Chiyo would never leave your side. She would be a constant in your life as she has been the last 3 years.

You: Pictures but not irl

Chiyo: Send pics, bet its gonna be gorgeous.

Chiyo: Ur parents got good taste ???

You: Whats ???

Chiyo: wym?

You: you said “your parents got good taste ???”

Chiyo: Oh that’s supposed to be a thumbs up emoji

Chiyo: U srsly need a new phone before those new kids bully you

Chiyo: Doesn’t ur dad still get money from the agency? Just ask for a new phone lmao

You: I like my phone tho

Chiyo: Cringy hipster

You: Hush you

Chiyo: Get a new phone nerd

Chiyo: Attachment (1)

You clicked the center button of the blackberry-esque phone but it wouldn’t load the photo. You usually had no problem opening things on your phone, but you thought Chiyo was trying to trick you and sent a fake attachment.

You: I know it’s fake, not gonna open it :p

Chiyo: Nope. It’s a photo of me with my cousin at the park.

You: Liar liar pants on fire

Chiyo: FUCK. MY PANTS.

Chiyo: How could u do this to me?? Ur 1 and only friend? </3

You: Oh, shut up. I have more friends than you.

Chiyo: You would if you stopped trying for complete sentences when you text someone, dork.

You: Kiss my ass

Chiyo: ;*

On one hand you were thankful she was being considerate enough to remember you can’t see emoji’s, and emoticons just feel cuter, but on the other hand she was right. It was time for an upgrade, maybe after we settle in or “accidentally” damage it. If you used the quirk you inherited, it might be able to ruin it completely. No, dad would see right through it. You thought as you looked up to Akira.

You: Thought about breaking my phone on purpose then realized my dad’s too smart for that bs

Chiyo: Should throw it out the window rn. No balls.

You: You know I can’t resist the No Balls rule.

A rule the two of you created to embolden yourselves as young women, the No Balls Rule. If you or the other party lacked the confidence to do something or you simply wanted to be mischievous, you will have to do what the other says within reason. Your reasoning now being: not to toss your phone out because you were still texting, listening to music, and still had to endure another 2 hours of this drive.

You: Then what would I do for the next 2 hours without you or my music?

Chiyo: You raise a fair point, motion overruled.

You peeped out the window at the rolling hills taking form to rice fields as you crossed into the countryside. You recalled the view from the otherside from a few years ago, the land looked much the same, but not the same could be said from the surrounding towns. The city life slowly trying to seep it’s way out.

Bored by the monotone rolling green, you let your mind wander and create imaginary scenarios. You couldn’t help but think about what your new neighbors would be like, if they were kind and friendly, or rude and nosey. Who you’d meet at your new school, if there were any bullies or girls with so much time on their hands they worship one of the princely looking boys. Even what kind of programs they had for those looking at the pro-hero track, something you were deeply interested in considering that’s what you wanted to go to college for. You even thought about what it would be like to have some grand love story like the manga’s you read. You would’ve practically lived one if you stayed and dated Hinode.

A dull pain throbbed in your chest as you remembered him, Hinode Kazuki understood when you explained that you couldn’t do a long distance relationship. You didn’t want to hurt him more by explaining he wasn’t even at the forefront of your mind when the news was broken to you. Being overly blunt and honest was Chiyo’s thing, you’d leave it that way. Meaning you didn’t tell him about Chiyo’s crush either, you’d let her work up the courage to do that herself. It wouldn’t be long though, you were certain. Considering her personality, she’d probably tell him after the opening ceremony in a few weeks. You began to drift asleep as the car motored along the highway, succumbing to your imagination.

An unfamiliar turn or two woke you up from your uncomfortable position in the backseat. You folded against the door while asleep, the indentations of the door’s detail outlined on your forearm and face. You grumbled and rubbed your eyes as you slowly awakened.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” Your father said cheerfully from his seat, he turned once more and ahead of the car you could see the moving truck that was hired. The movers were diligently working on removing boxes and furniture to the home. After parking the vehicle, Hamamoto Akira practically leapt out of the vehicle.

“Long commutes to work begone,” He smiled triumphantly, as if he himself just defeated a villain. He pumped an arm, flexing the muscle that (nearly) singlehandely afforded this brand new home.

“Better train times, better neighborhood, and better schools,” Chinami said, nudging you with her elbow. The high school she was referring to was Aldera High, basically the launching pad for all students wanting to become Pro-Heroes these days. Their school specialized in certain legal courses that they could give to students as extracurriculars. Being minors may have stopped you from hero work, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t do the work to become a hero. It was maybe one of the only reasons you didn’t throw a big stink about moving.

Your parents were too giddy about the new home for your foggy brain, but you supposed you could support that. Their dream home come to life, something they worked hard to get for the last 8 years. Chinami worked 7 days a week somedays, and Akira stepped down from the Pro-Hero Agency he founded and funded to make a considerably higher amount as a consultant with an insurance company. You cracked a soft smile and looped your arms into both of theirs.

“Come on, let’s go in then!” You said, tugging them with you towards the sliding back door. You let go and walked ahead of them, as soon as you hit the threshold between the outdoors and indoors you slipped off your shoes and tucked them into your bag.

Entering the house you were greeted with the living room, the couches were set up with plastic wrap still covering them. The wall facing the front yard was almost entirely glass, casting a bright light from the early afternoon sun directly into the room. The ceiling was high, extending to the 2nd floor’s overlook.

Walking towards the main hall you could see a wide staircase lead up to the second floor at the end, turning at the back wall to lead up. There was a small room off the hall next to the stairs, which you assumed was the laundry and restroom. Opposite to you was the kitchen which was designed much like most professional restaurant kitchens would be, probably designed by your mother, the Executive Chef at one of Japan’s most premiere dining spaces. On either side of the kitchen were modest french doors, you peaked into the one next to the staircase and saw the dining table set up already. The other however was a much smaller room by the front door, the old kontatsu that usually got stuffed in the corner of your room for the better part of the year was sitting in the middle. You stepped into the genkan by the room and tossed your shoes from your bag onto the ground.

“So which one is my room?” You asked as you turned to look up at your parents. They were holding each other tight as they looked around the space, movers still coming in to place the final pieces. You smiled softly, you didn’t want to ruin the sentimental moment. After working together for 20 years they had everything they wanted, they just needed another few decades and they can retire happily. You turned back around and slipped your shoes back on.

“I’m going to look around the neighborhood,” You said as you opened up the door. “I’ll be back in a few!”

You didn’t wait for a response, instead just shut the door tightly behind you. The yard in front of you was small, a simple bench with a garden trellis leaning against the far fence and a giant box with bagged soil sitting around it. You walked along the gravel path to the sidewalk that joined with neighborhood. I wonder if my mom’s finally going to start that garden she wanted, you thought. Chinami Hamamoto had her attempts on the patio of the apartment you all lived in, but ultimately the positioning of the building wasn’t optimal for healthy growing.

The neighborhood was a perfectly average area, small plots with stacked homes, a small apartment or two speckled throughout, and large multipurpose park. There was a playground, a picnic area with a crepe cart set up next to it, an area for people with dogs, and a marked gravel path that indicated the meters you’ve ran. Within the same area you could spot a middle school not too far and a convenience store past the park under some apartments.

You ordered a strawberry crepe from the cart and waited patiently for your treat. As you scanned the area you couldn’t help but notice the people running on the track. A pair of women jogging with strollers, an older man speedwalking, and an ashy blonde boy kicking up into a run. He couldn’t have been more than 17, same age as you, but he only caught your eyes because he looked awfully familiar to someone you used to know. Merely thinking it was coincidence, you dismiss the idea that you might’ve known the young man rounding the corner. You couldn’t help but look up and watch him run past though, curiosity getting the better of you. Turning too late to see him run past, you shrugged and retrieved your crepe after you were beckoned forward.

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Chapter 52

As I stood outside the large athletic complex, the white banner across the doorway proclaiming "EMPLOYER EXPO", I could literally feel the torment and faith that was pulsating inside. All of these college students had been working hard for the past four (or five, or six, or...) years to find what they were best at. Now, they had come here to hopefully find someone that would recognize that and take them under their wings, as if by some "unemployment rapture".

But, I knew better. I knew that they weren't going to live up to their true potential coming here, but little did they know that by being here at this particular time and on this particular day, their true potential would be brought forth...by me.

The room was buzzing with action. I stood on an overhanging balcony and looked below me to see rows and rows of desks aligned on the dormant basketball court. Students and faculty filed past me, resumes in hand, hurrying to the next job possibility. Below me, people looked as ants, running from goal to goal.

It all looked so stressful.

And not fun at all.

I smiled to myself as I decided that now would be the best time to inject a little excitement into their lives. Walking softly up to the main doorway, I looked through the glass doors to see if anymore visitors were coming. I watched as one young lady was making her way up the sidewalk and came through the door. She was dressed in business attire, her hair done up professionally so as to make a good impression on the company representatives that were present here today. She smiled with confidence as she entered the building and walked past me.

If only she had hit the snooze one more time...

If only she had yielded to that yellow traffic light instead of accelerating through it...

I snapped my fingers as the doors locked shut, not allowing anymore intruders or escapees. She would be the last to enter this afternoon of mine. Everyone went about their business, unaware that they were now prisoners.

I walked down a set of stairs that led to the bottom floor. Around me, the students jumped from table to table to pollinate their resumes like bees.

One table caught my attention. It was a law firm looking for interns. A woman in a business suit sat behind the desk, looking arrogant and smug in her business suit. She sat patiently with a smile as she waited for the next unworthy student to approach her.

I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't married, and didn't care to. She was a strong women that knew she could take care of herself. Women that depended on men to provide for them disgusted her.

I knew just what to do with her.

I stood several tables away from her and watched as the changes slowly overtook her. First was that outfit. She didn't even seem to notice as the material morphed into a stretchy pink leotard. Her glass disappeared and her hair fell down in a wave of blonde beauty. Her strong eyes softened into a simple woman with a simple life. The stern expression on her face became one of carelessness and peace.

She stood up to reveal the frilly tutu that adorned her. She advertised her desk with enthusiasm, "Interested in a being a ballet teacher?" Gone was the complex thoughts of money figures and business decisions. She now taught ballet to add a few extra dollars to her husband's wallet. Of course, she never let it get in the way of her household duties. The confident lawyer now always made sure not to schedule classes that overlapped her cooking time.

I grinned, pleased but not satisfied.

I needed something a little more...powerful.

Pushing past me was a young lady hurrying to the next job station. She sat down at a local hospital's table and began conversing with a young female doctor behind the table.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" the doctor asked.

The girl smiled back, being very professional, "I'm fine, ma'am. I was hoping to get an idea of what you're looking for here."

"Of course, may I see your resume?" The girl handed the doctor a several page paper, who then picked up a pair of glasses off the table and held them in front of her eyes as she looked over the paper.

I saw this as a great chance to disable the doctor's ability to read.

Her brow furrowed as she began looking wildly at all the strange symbols on the papers. "What is this?" she asked the girl. The young girl looked very confused. "I can't understand a thing you have written here." The doctor could have sworn it looked fine a moment ago, but now, it was as if...

I decided then to take away the doctor's ability to speak.

"I don't understand, ma'am. What's wrong with—?"

"Ba ba da ba! Ba ba!"

I laughed to myself as the girl snatched her paper from the confused and panicked doctor's hand. I watched as she stormed off, headed toward the exit doors. Reached the doors, I could see the look of concern on her face as she tugged and pulled on the doors, but not getting the result she had hoped for. A man walked up to the troubled girl and attempted to open the doors, but getting the same result. I could see that things were about to change in here, so I prepared to crowd control to the best of my ability.

"Why are the doors locked?!" the man shouted, causing several people to turn around, concerned.

"So that I may teach you!"

The building grew silent as all eyes fell on me. I smiled, with my arms in the air, embracing the fear.

"Sir, can I help you?" a woman said, walking up to me.

"You sure can..." I sauntered up to her and leaned over he shoulder. Brushing her hair away, I hissed long and softly into her ear. Her thighs shivered as she came. Standing back I could see a brand new look in this woman's eyes. A look of lust and desire dripped from her face as her personality was replaced with one of a sadistic nature. This woman now loved to see people brought to their lowest and took glee in their fear. "What's your name, dear?"

"Deirdre..." she whispered. The crowd looked intently as us.

"Deirdre, what would you like for to do..." I quickly grabbed a girl standing near me by the arm and yanked her to my side, "...with this girl."

Deirdre smiled at the opportunity, "Make her addicted to sucking on men's balls."

I laughed, "Good idea." With a snap of my fingers, the girl was suddenly filled with the desire to have a sweaty ball sack between her lips. "Honey, what's your name?" I asked the confused girl.

"Megan..."

"Megan, what do you love more than anything else in the world?"

Megan didn't want to answer, but she knew all too well what the answer was. Hesitantly she said, "I love sucking on balls."

"Oh really?"

"Oh yes, I love having a big cock draped across my face while a slurp away at a hairy nut sack." Megan flinched at her words, turning red with embarrassment as the crowd listened to her confession.

"Whatever, Megan," I replied, gently shoving the girl to the side. "What a strange girl..." I said to Deirdre, but loud enough for Megan to hear. She walked off, embarrassed, and in search of a man that would be willingly to let her suckle at his nuts for a little while.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen... In case you haven't noticed, your afternoon is on its way to becoming one of the most memorable of your lives," I stated proudly. I stood in the center of the open room, everyone's eyes on me. "You've seen what I'm capable of..." I said, gesturing at Deirdre, who stood to the side, gazing at the crowd with anticipation, "...so, everyone just relax and try to enjoy this as much as possible. When I'm done, everyone will be feeling just fine..."

Murmuring flowed through the crowd of upset people. A young woman with short brown hair walked up to me. She clearly had been raised to have proper manners when talking to people. "Sir, I don't know why you're doing this, but...if you could just tell us what it is that you want, then maybe—"

"What I want is for you to become an immature, spoiled little bitch..." I interrupted.

The woman seemed taken back by the comment, not fully understanding then; but, then her eyes unfocused and refocused. Her mind slowed down, then sped back up. She slouched a bit, no longer standing up straight. When she locked eyes with me, she just sighed, "What the fuck ever, dude... I don't give a flyin' shit what you do... Fuck..." She muttered to herself as she walked back into the crowd.

The people who got a front row seat for the young woman's transformation looked at me with wonder and fear. They knew now what was coming, and that they were in serious trouble. They started to back up, but I just waved my hand in the air and everyone standing near me suddenly sprouted a pair of EE tits. They screamed and ran back through the crowd.

I laughed, knowing that by tomorrow they would all be so proud of their tits that they would only wear the most revealing outfits they could find, so as not to hide what they considered to be their most valuable assets. "So, Deirdre... What next?"

"Let's turn some of these proper young ladies into huge sluts..." she suggested.

"Oh, good idea," I replied. "Pick one out for me."

Deirdre looked over the crowd. She tapped her finger on her lips and grinned as she scanned everyone's faces for the perfect person. She stopped at the scared face of a young girl. "She looks like she could use a little loosening up..."

Deirdre reached into the crowd and grabbed the girl by the wrist, then yanked her into the clearing that had gathered around Deirdre and myself.

The girl that had been selected appeared to be a very classy girl. Her attire showed that she had money, probably from her daddy. The make-up powdered on her face showed that she knew how to come to a job interview and look presentable. She had a nice tan too, probably a tanning bed...

"What's your name, dear?" I asked.

The girl didn't reply. She looked at Deirdre with horrified eyes, probably seeing this girl around campus and now shocked at what she had been turned into. "Don't look at me, honey... Tell the nice man your name..." Deirdre said, melting with composure and ease.

The girl opened her mouth and stuttered softly, "St-Stephanie..."

I smiled, "Stephanie. What a pretty name... Isn't that a pretty name, Deirdre?"

"Beautiful..."

"Well, Stephanie. Did you happen to hear our friend Deirdre here's suggestion a moment ago?" I asked, calmly. Stephanie nodded her head, her lip quivering. "Deirdre wants to see some ladies turned into HUGE sluts... How does that make you feel?"

"P-Please..."

"Please? Did you hear that, Deirdre? She even says 'please, turn me into a slut'. What manners!"

Deirdre moaned, "Mmmmm... She's definitely a respectable young lady..."

Stephanie shook her head, "No. No! That's not what I was saying!"

"Let's make sure she's never respected again..." Deirdre finished, running her hand down her pants, clearly getting turned on by Stephanie's fear.

"Oh, we'll make damn sure of that," I said, confidently. Stephanie took a step back, contemplating running away, but I caught her. I decided to start with her outfit. She was wearing a black sleeveless scoop-neck sweater. Her grey tweed skirt reached her knees, where pantyhose took over covering her legs until they were punctuated by a pair of black heels. "Let's add a little color to your wardrobe first..." I winked at her, causing her top to erupt in a pink explosion. From head to toe, her outfit looked like something from the 80s. Her white gold dangling earrings became thick, plastic pink hoops. Her sweater became a pink lycra tube top, that scooped her tits up and held them high for everyone's enjoyment. Her skirt became bright pink as well as it rose up to meet her ass, showed her now panty-less pussy to anyone that happened to be tying their shoe near her. Her panty-hose became knee-high fishnets and her heels grew higher, both becoming the happy color that matched the rest of her outfit.

"Oh my God..." she gasped, pawing at her laughable clothing. She couldn't believe what she was wearing. "What have you done...?"

"Sluts as big as she's gonna be can't be too bright..." Deirdre reminded me.

"You're exactly right, my darling," I said. Turning back to Stephanie, I stared long and hard at her forehead.

"What are you doing now?" she asked, wondering why I was just staring at her. "Stop! Stop looking at me!" If I hadn't been melting her brain cells at the moment, young Stephanie may have been on the brink of a nervous breakdown. But, lucky for her, her brain was slowly coming to a mere crawl, compared to the quickness she had possessed. "Stop it, mister! I don' like you makin' me stupid like that... Cut it out, like, this instant or something..."

Deirdre stood by and laughed, rubbing her pussy at the same time, while she watched the bright young Stephanie slowly become a silly little bimbo for us all. "She's definitely some good entertainment..."

" 'nentertain... what?" Stephanie asked, confused.

Deirdre and I pointed and laughed at the dumb girl, who moronically joined in our laughing. Stephanie shrugged her shoulders as she laughed unknowingly at herself. Deirdre composed herself and made the last suggestion, "Let's finish her off by making sure she'll be on her back most of the day..."

I nodded and stared, as I did with her brain, at Stephanie's pussy. Stephanie giggled and tried to cover herself up, "Why are you lookin' there?"

I didn't answer, but Deirdre spoke up, "Tell me, honey. What's a perfect night for you...?"

Stephanie thought a bit, twirling a strand of hair around her pink polished finger. "Ummmmmmmmmm...I kinda just hang out, ya know? I, like, do my psych homework, since that's what I'm majorin' in. Then, I, um... Wait...I don' do no homework! Homework's for boring little bitches! (giggle) I usually go to bars and stuff and try to meet some boys..."

I kept staring. Deirdre kept her talking, "What do you do with those boys, baby?"

Stephanie giggled, her brain becoming more and more muddling as new feelings and thoughts were introduced into her brain. The long nights of studying and educating herself had been erased. Stephanie was now a girl that had never studied before in her life. Hell, she could hardly read at this point. Stephanie was now just a girl that had never engaged in any brain stimulated exercise in her life, and was now left just a numb-headed, giggling cunt that would never amount to anything for the rest of her life. "Whaddya think, silly! I let 'em fuck me!"

Deirdre and I sent Stephanie on her way.

We now turned our attention on an older white woman in the crowd. Deirdre pulled her closer. I peaked into the woman's mind and could see that she was a professor here, but, more interestingly, I could see that she was a closet racist. Her family had raised her to believe that African-Americans were inferior people. In my mind, that was just unacceptable.

I held my finer up to her face. Her eyes followed it as I tapped her on the nose. She looked confused, "Wha...? she began to ask, but her answer soon came as she watched the skin on her hand begin to get darker. "What the hell is happening to me?" she shouted. Her earth-toned Gap clothes suddenly became a mess of primary colors with the label FUBU etched on each article. Her blonde hair darken to a black and then spun around until long fake hair extensions dangled around her face, each with a white bead weaved into the end. Her lips became fuller as the darkened skin reached up her neck and spread across her face. "Da fuck!?" she yelled.

"How do you feel now, darling?" Deirdre asked the formerly white girl.

The woman smiled, "I be feelin' just fine. Now, get da fuck out my face, white bitch!"

Deirdre and I laughed, knowing that this woman would leave her today, pick up her new three black children from day care, and drive to her new home in the projects while she blasted the new 50 Cent CD in her car.

Next, we grabbed another white girl, this one a student.

"W-what are you gonna do to me?" she asked, frightened.

"Oh, don't be scared," I said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "It's just a new country, you'll get used to being here soon enough..."

Before she could ask what I was talking about, I tapped her on the nose as I did the other woman and waited for the changes. This girls changes started at her feet and slowly rose higher. Her skin became a glowing tan hue that ran up her frail frame. Her hair straightened into an unstyled black waterfall that ran down her back. Her eyes slanted and showed signs of changes happening in her brain.

"Are you alright, dear?" Deirdre asked.

But, the now Japanese girl just looked confused. She smiled politely and shook her head.

"Oh, you don't understand English, huh?" Deirdre asked, smiling.

The Japanese girl kept smiling, "No Englesh..."

I grinned. Another life changed forever.

I was getting ready to leave so I knew I had to wrap things up.

"Ok!" I shouted to get everyone's attention, as if I didn't already have it. "Everyone here came looking for a job, huh? Well, step right up!" I immediately pointed at a woman that had been sitting behind a random desk. When she looked up, she suddenly became a huge titted stripper. "Everyone that wants stripping for sweaty businessmen their career, go this that desk right over their..."

I waited for people to step forward, but when none did, I had get things started myself. "No one willingly, huh? Alright then..." I eyed a few fearful female faces shaking their heads at me and gave me just the inspiration I needed.

"You want to be a stripper," I said, pointing at one girl almost in tears and mouthing out 'no' to me. But, once she was pointed at, her tears dried up and her frown grew into a satisfied smile that strutted over to the stripper desk to pursue her career.

"You want to be a stripper..." I said pointing to another.

"You want to be a stipper..."

"And..." I searched until I found another professor, "...you already are a stripper." The 40-ish woman's tits expanded into a pair of fake stripping titties and her demeanor shifted to become a washed up old has-been that still earned the respect of the newbies.

"Now... Now, now, now..." I looked around until I found another woman sitting behind a desk. "You...are now...a professional gloryhole girl..." I casually cocked my hand in her direction and she suddenly became a trashy, truck stop slut smoking a cigarette.

"And...let's see here..." I looked over the crowd again. These girls pleaded with their eyes to just leave them alone, but they were usually the ones picked first.

"You're a professional gloryhole girl..." I said, pointing at a young dressed up girl, who was suddenly dressed in a cheap T-shirt and jeans, but ready to start a career in sucking annoymous cocks through a hole. She sighed, a little nervous at starting a new job, but put on her smile for the nice woman behind the desk and walked up to her.

"Hello, ma'am!" I heard her say in the background.

"Hey there, miss," the trashy woman replied, "What can I help you with?"

"Well, I'm interested in the dick suckin' business..."

I spotted a few more girls and injected the same gloryhole ambitions into their hearts.

I looked around and noticed that I had been neglecting the men in this little fiasco. I'm usually not too interested in the men, but I figured they would need a job as well.

"All the men here are now pimps!" I shouted, snapping my fingers, and it was so. "And to all you women left..." I looked at the random scattered faces, "...you're all streetwalking whores now, so pair up with a pimp to take care of you!"

I snapped my fingers again, and the gymnasium now became as it was when I first arrived here.

No one noticed me any more. Everyone was running around, trying to find the perfect job. A few girls were on their knees sucking someone's cock, showing the skills they had. A few girls were lifting their shirts to show their tits to the stripper desk, a few getting nods, while others getting no's. It was funny to watch the girls that got no's just walk over to the gloryhole station and immediately get hired.

"Well, that was fun wasn't it, Deirdre?" I asked.

"Oh, you bet it was, baby—"

Deirdre's eyes suddenly widened as I replaced her sadistic personality with her old personality. She suddenly knew exactly what she had been doing this afternoon, "Oh god..." she said, putting her hand over her mouth, shocked at her behavior.

"Yes, it is a shock isn't is," I asked with a smile. Deirdre looked into my eyes. "But, I kept your attraction to your actions intact, so, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving. You just sit here and enjoy, to your horror, everything you've done..."

I turned around and began to walk away. Deirdre stood were she was and gazed with shock at what she had done to all of these people. Slowly, she hesitantly put her hand down her pants as she watched the eager girls ask random men if they could be their whore.

I exited the EMPLOYERS EXPO and emerged back on the street. The sun was setting. I began to wonder what happened of Stephanie. She was probably at a bar, trying to pick up guys.

I nodded my head.

Yep, a bar sounded like a good idea right now.

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cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years

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Three Days ~ 43

~*~Emma~*~

I remembered Will from a couple of parties and Kirk and Boone's wedding. Nice guy. Apparently, he and some of his friends thought I was the extra in a three-way with Eli and Angie. Eli didn't see a reason he should correct them. Angie invited Alissa out on one of our girls’ nights and she became one of the group. It had probably been six months since I’d last seen her. I liked her and we got along well. The friendship had never progressed past those nights. I can't remember if I met her before or after Jimmy and I broke up. Either way, I moved, and we only ever saw each other on nights out. Now I find she's married to one of Sebastian's best friends. We have at least three friends in common and our friends' group overlaps. Very cool, but very weird. Almost like we were supposed to meet.

Wednesday I got the photoshoot "before" picture about fifteen minutes before my kids arrived. Looked like Sebastian in the morning. Hair a little messy, a crease on his face from his pillow, and his eyes not quite awake. His beard had grown in more and I ran my fingers over it in the picture, knowing it would be gone in the after. I didn’t dislike either version. I was just used to the way I’d met him.

My aide took the kids to lunch and I went in search of my after. The first thing I noticed was his beard was trimmed super close, where it was long stubble, but it was still there. I guess they'd changed their mind. His hair was styled not that different than he did except every hair was in place and I was betting it was fixed where it wouldn't move. Makeup perfected his skin tone and somehow made his eyes even bluer. Maybe it was the dark blue robe he was wearing. It had been hours since he'd sent, but I still sent a text telling him how handsome he looked.

I grabbed my lunch out of my mini-fridge and headed down to Mallory's room. I'd made some pasta salad loaded with veggies while talking with Sebastian last night and was looking forward to eating. Our secretary was walking toward me with a bouquet of cookies. They were shaped and iced like crayons, rulers, apples, notepads, and glue. Outside of teacher appreciation week that usually signaled a parent had gotten pissed at a grade or consequence and sided with their kid. At least, until they got both sides of the story. Cookies were good apologies and could be shared with the other grade level teachers who were sure to know every word you said and the tone of voice you used.

"Who got yelled at this time, Jamie?"

She lifted an eyebrow, "You."

"No one’s yelled at me." That meant they were from Sebastian.

"Then your new boyfriend sent cookies instead of flowers."

I laughed, "Good possibility." I took them from her. "Take one for you and Kim."

"I was hoping you'd say that. They smell delicious."

I walked into Mallory's room with my healthy pasta salad and not at all healthy cookies. "I brought dessert." Our lunch group made appreciative noises.

Cindy laughed, "Who's parent did you piss off?"

I shook my head, "No one."

Mallory snatched the card while my hands were full, "I believe these are from the new man." I went ahead and sat down, trusting the card would be G-rated. Mallory read, "Halfway into the last full week. Hope this helps you all make it through. Sebastian." She looked to me, "Sebastian? That's a mouthful."

"Yes, he is."

Before we dug into the cookies, I had everyone take one and gather together. I'd send the picture as a thank you. They'd heard about him Monday after the tournament and I talked more about him today. I wasn't ready to share him yet. I was a little surprised word hadn't traveled from the tournament, but I guess there wasn't enough overlap. Outside of my team, where I worked wasn’t common knowledge. This was an advantage of not working and living in the same school district. If there was gossip it was more than likely identifying me as the setter on that team than a teacher. The moment his last name entered my school it would be a topic of conversation in all three buildings. I don't know exactly what that would mean. I'd been here four years and it was common knowledge where I went over winter break. Ed may eclipse Sebastian, but not when you throw Marvel in the mix. We have superhero day during our anti-drug week. I see the Marvel costumes and t-shirts. There'd be a lot of talk. Once the kids were gone, I’d feel more comfortable sharing who this new man is. The kids could make this a zoo.

Mallory, Cindy, and I were the last left. Cindy asked, "Will we ever meet this Sebastian? See a picture."

"I’m sure." I smiled, "We haven't known each two weeks yet. It's good and I'm protecting the new relationship like you do a new kitten. It needs to grow a little more."

Mallory agreed, "You know the Barbie Bitches at the high school are going to want all the details."

I did know that. "I’m not ready to share."

Cindy took our trash to the cafeteria while Mal and I cleaned up the tables. We sat down to finish our drinks, stretching out our break as long as possible. Her kids coming into the room was my cue to head back to my room as mine would be a few minutes behind them. It wasn’t quite time yet.

My text alert went off with a picture of Sebastian. I reached for my phone, but not so quick that Mallory didn’t see. Her eyes went wide and I held up a finger, “Give me one minute and I'll show you.” He was wearing a dark blue suit, with an unbuttoned white shirt, and an untied bow tie. He looked amazing and about two seconds away from sex. I put my hand over the screen and pushed it toward Mal, "Can I trust you to tell no one. I'm not ready for this to be here."

Mal put her hand over mine, "You know I'm not telling anyone. If that's who I think it is, the kids finding out will make Field Day crazy. Too much unstructured time to gossip and ask you questions." She started lifting her hand, "Let me see."

I moved my hand from the phone to my mouth.

Mallory looked at the picture a long time before she said, "Yep, that’s a Sebastian. Damn, Emma, you met him," she tapped my screen, "in the grocery?"

I nodded.

"Now I really wish I would have come to volleyball. Although, I probably would have just stared."

"No, you wouldn't. A few minutes and you would see he's like anyone else. Nothing special."

She grinned, "Except to you." Her kids started coming into the room.

I stood, "Except to me."

As I headed to the door she called out, "We're sitting in the back at faculty meeting."

Sebastian had sent another picture by the time recess rolled around. He was in black jeans and a t-shirt a least one size too small.

Emma ~ Might have to cut you out of that shirt. This is not a complaint.

Sebastian ~ It was stretchy.

Emma ~ How is it going?

Sebastian ~ Good. I'm sitting in a chair having my hair changed.

Emma ~ What are they doing to it?

Sebastian ~ Making it look like it did when I got here. Apparently, people sleep in very expensive watches. I' II be done soon. No tommorow.

Emma ~ What will you do with the unexpected free time?

Sebastian ~ Clean my apartment.

Emma ~ I was going to say you don't have to, but you do. Ha Ha, the first time at least.

Sebastian ~ Exactly. I’m pretty neat. Bathroom is a wreck.

Emma ~ Bathrooms always need cleaning. I have to run. Argument on the monkey bars.

Sebastian ~ Talk to you later.

It would be Thursday night before we talked. Real-life set in. I had a volleyball game Wednesday night and Sebastian went out for drinks with the photographer once the shoot was over. I got home and was exhausted. We lost. I don't like to lose.

Thursday during the day there were no texts. My guess is he got home late and drunk. Overslept. Busy at gym. Returns home to sleep off the night before. I was driving home when a call from Sebastian came in.

"Buna ziua, Sebasti-an.” <Good afternoon>

“Ce mai faci?” <How are you?>

Thankfully he kept it simple. “Bine, tu?” <Good and you?>

Sebastian switched to English. “I broke my phone. I pulled it out to text some woman, got elbowed by a guy on the sidewalk, and threw my phone on the ground. Screen shattered and I held it in my hand watching it slowly die. It just glitched and sputtered away in front of me."

"My poor, baby. Are you mourning the loss?"

"Nope, an hour in an Apple store and I have a shiny new iPhone. They were able to transfer my data over. Good as new. That's why you hadn’t heard from me."

I smiled, "I thought you were sleeping one-off."

"I barely drank. Too much to do today. Sheets changed, bathroom clean, kitchen has some food, and the family room is clean. When are you going to be here?"

"I got permission to leave a little early. I’ll definitely make the three o’clock train, but I’ll try and do the two. If that's ok with you?"

“I'm not going anywhere after the gym. I'll be here waiting."

"I'm excited. Seeing you. You with my friends and your friends. It’s going to be fun."

"It is."

Just to be sure. "Most excited about you."

"I like hearing that."

I set my alarm a little early to give myself time to finish packing. I’m not normally an over-packer, but I couldn't decide on a dress for dinner. Or anything else. Insane. At least today wasn't a theme day I need to wear a costume for. I wore a pair of black capris and a bright pink top with rolled sleeves and a long zipper up the front. Up for school, a little less so for Sebastian.

First text of the day.

Sebastian ~ Are you here yet?

I had nothing but fun things planned for the day. Yesterday I'd had them vote for their favorite books and we read those at the top of every hour. We played math games, a science and social studies game show, and our top music and movement videos. I ate my lunch getting the STEM Lab cart and prepped everything for my assistant. The kids had been wonderful all day and I didn't feel the least bit guilty when I fled the building when she took them outside for recess.

I waited until I was safely on the train to text Sebastian.

Emma ~ On my way

Sebastian ~ Early!

Emma ~ I’ll beat the worst of the traffic

Sebastian ~ Exactly what I was thinking.

Sebastian ~ I should shower.

I put in my ear pods, clicking shuffle on my "Current Faves" playlist. This one changed all the time. Some never left the list. Recently there'd be an influx of happy love songs and sexy mood music. I think I even dozed off a couple of times. The closer I got the more butterflies were in my stomach. I was excited to see him, but a little nervous. I was going to his place. It would be different than surrounded by my stuff. I’m nervous about stupid stuff like where do I put my toothbrush, is it ok to look through the books in his extra room, what I do with my dirty clothes, and what if I get thirsty in the middle of the night? It's making me think back and wondering if I'd made him welcome... comfortable.

I took a cab from the train station, looking out the window at the city I used to call home. I wasn't familiar with where he lived so I watched the numbers on the buildings. His building from the outside looked like an old converted warehouse. The brick was red with a gray stone line between every floor. Looked about seven floors. He'd texted me the entry code and I hopped on the elevator to the fifth.

Sebastian opened his door so fast it was like he was standing beside it and I almost fell over. He was barefoot in ripped jeans and a Rutgers t-shirt. He held the door open with a hand high on the door. Add in the finger styled hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that said he was happy to see me and he was the sexiest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. It was the barefoot part that got me. "I'm here."

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction

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blackbatsnwitchshats · 3 years

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New Opportunities Ch. 6

Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Ichidai's first day back to school, and the following weeks after.

______________________

"We found your runner."

"And?"

"He's dead."

"Well then, we'll proceed as planned. Operation 'Infiltrate U.A.' is officially a go"

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All For One stood still as Kurogiri tightened the tie around his neck, fighting the urge to rip the abhorrent thing off and hurl it out the window of his new apartment.

While the petulant action might have matched his appearance, it still would have been a highly childish thing to do and he didn't want such things to become a habit. Tomura might have been prone to such fits, but he wasn't Tomura. He had more patience than that.

Most days anyway.

Today would be his first day at Aldera Junior High though, and he wasn't one to forgo first impressions. He wanted to get there on time, preferably earlier, and scope out the place he'd be haunting for the next two years. Yes, haunting, because he fully intended to make his teachers' and peers' lives as much of a living hell as he possibly could throughout the duration of his education there.

All For One nearly snorted out loud at that thought. Aldera was the bottom of the barrel in terms of schooling. Its reputation -if anyone could say it had any at all- was so deep in a trench it wouldn't ever be climbing out. There wasn't anything they could teach him that he didn't already know. The only thing they could provide him with was a proper alibi for his new role.

He might have never finished his schooling as a child the first time around, but All For One was fairly certain he was in for doing a whole lot of nothing for the next two years. Outside of building up some muscle to properly wield his quirk, which he could do just fine on his own, there wasn't a whole lot he needed to do. His body would be ready when it was ready and forcing it would only cause issues in the long run.

The best thing for him to do right now was lay low and attract as little attention to himself as possible.

He'd more or less managed that for well over a century. It'd be a piece of cake.

"You have your new phone?" Kurogiri asked, "Both my number as well as Tomura's are in there should you need us."

All For One nodded. "Yes, I double checked last night."

"Good. Let's head out. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have to deal with the morning rush."

"Ditto."

As they passed Tomura on their way to the door, he waved without looking up from his game and said, "Have a good day in Hell, S- Ichidai."

All For One quirked an eyebrow at him as he pulled his shoes on. "Kurogiri homeschooled you. How do you know whether it'll be Hell or not?"

Tomura shrugged. "I don't, but everyone in my game servers says it is or was for them."

"Well, ...I suppose you're not wrong. I'll see you when I get back."

"See you then."

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Unfortunately, because something had gone wrong in the administrative process while filing his papers, All For One didn't get to do any sort of roaming before classes. That alone annoyed him. What really got under his skin, though, was the fact he'd had to fill out important paperwork he'd already completed again.

Now, standing at the front of a room filled with snot-nosed brats, he was just barely resisting the urge to strangle someone.

"Morning, class. Today we have a new student. Introduce yourself, kid."

Internally scathing the teacher's lackadaisical attitude, All For One plastered a polite smile on his face despite the scorn writhing in his chest. "Hello! I'm Suzuran Ichidai!"

Short and simple. To the point. Done.

Apparently not.

"And?"

All For One, or rather Ichidai, directed a raised eyebrow to the sad excuse of a teacher. "'And,' what?"

"Your quirk. What is it and what does it do? Why don't you show off a bit, get it out of your system before we start class."

Ha! Yeah, no. That'd be a very bad idea.

"Ichidai" leveled the man with an unimpressed stare. "Do you want to be the one to explain to the principal and police why there's a ginormous hole in the side of the building? Because I just got here and I'd rather not get expelled on my first day."

The color in the teacher's face vanished like water down a drain. "Ah, ...In that case, feel free to take a seat. There should be an empty one at the back, next to the window."

"Thank you."

The words themselves were polite, but -had they been a tangible thing- the sheer amount of sarcasm laced within them could have killed the entire class.

Various students eyed him warily as he made his way down the isle leading to his seat and he rolled his own eyes. Clearly he'd made quite an impression. Good. Intimidated was better than curious. The fewer people he had around him, the better.

He didn't need anyone getting nosy and snooping around all up in his business.

As class finally started, he took his sweet time carefully assessing the quirks he could see around him. He knew what they were, of course; gaining access to Aldera's student records had been laughably easy. However, reading about something on a computer was very different from seeing said thing in person. More often than not, people tended to embellish or downplay things whenever they thought they could get away with it. Regardless of whether that was the case or the kids simply not knowing what their quirks were truly capable of, taking things at face value would have been incredibly foolish.

Out of twenty-nine quirks, twenty-two of them were heteromorphic and unusable to him anyway. Frog-throat, luminescent skin, and stretchy eyes? Unique, but certainly not useful.

Only seven quirks barely caught his interest. Pyrokinesis, wind manipulation, bodily evaporation, rapid muscle growth, explosions, telekinesis and molecular solidification; all of them had potential given the right conditions. Taking them now would only cause suspicion though.

Perhaps another time...

For now, he tuned out the miserable teacher's useless droning and gazed out the window. He was in for a boring year...

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Or not.

The kid with the explosion quirk was loud, and not just because of his quirk either. His entire personality shouted, "Hey! Look at me!" in an arrogant, infuriating way. Sneering at people, taunting and degrading them, even going so far as to physically assault them; he was a class A example of a bully who thought he was God's gift to Man.

All of it -combined with the fact he never shut up about becoming the next Number 1 Hero- almost made All For One want to steal his quirk out of spite.

Though the kid certainly wasn't there yet, heroes just like Bakugo Katsuki were exactly the reason why he hated the current social climate. People glorified anyone with a conventionally strong quirk; they put them on a pedestal, dubbed them a "hero," and believed they could do no wrong when it couldn't be further than the truth. Sure, there may be a few genuinely good ones, but -at the core- Hero Society was as currupt as could be. Even now, after centuries, people still considered those with heteromorphic or so-called villainous quirks to be less than human.

Goodness forbid someone end up quirkless in this time period, because it might as well be death sentence.

Case and point being Midoriya Izuku's existence.

For the first few weeks, "Ichidai" bore witness to the systematic debasement and abuse his lone quirkless classmate went through. Day after day, people left ill-willed flowers on the timid boy's desk, destroyed his personal belongings, and shoved him around like an unwanted plaything. All while the teachers turned a blind eye to everything.

It stirred a fury in his gut he hadn't felt in a long time.

Wasn't this what he'd fought against, once upon a time? Perhaps not for the sole purpose of the vulnerable and less fortunate, but it'd been a rather large part of it... No one deserved to be harrassed over something they had no say in.

Everyone deserved to exist without feeling like they had no right to.

All For One's tolerance eventually ran out, and he snapped, "Good grief! Do you ever shut up?"

"Ha?"

Bakugou, as well as several startled others, turned to him upon realizing he was the one who'd spoken. Their reaction wasn't surprising, considering he'd barely said a lick of anything to anyone in the entire three weeks he'd shared classes with them so far.

"You wanna say that again, newbie?" Bakugo suggested threateningly, ditching Midoriya to sneer in Ichidai's face instead.

Ichidai wasn't impressed, sneering right back at the blond without issue. "No, I don't think I will. You heard me just fine, didn't you?"

He gasped and held a hand up to his chest dramatically as he widened his eyes in false surprise. "That is... unless you're deaf."

After all, an immunity or tolerance to one's own quirk was never a guarentee. Given what Bakugou's quirk was, it very well may have been the case for why he was so loud. If it was, ...well, All For One had never had any issues taking potshots at people, especially people he didn't particularly care for.

Unfortunately for Bakugou, he fell into that category.

Grinning smugly, Ichidai watched the blond briefly freeze before he was roughly grabbed by the collar and jerked out of his seat.

"You wanna die?" Bakugo snarled, "'Cause that's what's gonna happen if you go around spouting shit like that!"

"What are you; a rabid dog?" Ichidai asked condescendingly, grin transforming into something more akin to a baring of teeth. "Oh, wait- I take that back. You're more of an attention hound, aren't you? You're so used to having others cater to you and what you want that anything less than complete submissal rubs you the wrong way."

The sound of Bakugo's teeth creaking as they ground together was music to Ichidai's ears as he smiled wider. "Anything to say? Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong."

"Yeah! You are! Big time!"

"Really? Because I don't think I am."

Popping and crackling sparks burst from Bakugou's clenched fist and Ichidai laughed, "Oh no! I'm so scared! What're you going to do? Use your quirk on me?"

Bakugou went to swing his fist at Ichidai's face, only to be caught by the teacher's extended hand.

"Alright kids, that's enough," the poor excuse of an educator chastised them, "Back to your seats. Class is starting."

Ignoring the teacher, Bakugou sneered and ripped his arm out of the teacher's grip. He shot Ichidai a glare and Ichidai smiled innocently right back, like their entire spat hadn't just happened.

The sheer incandescent rage that encompassed Bakugou's face was almost enough to make Ichidai giggle.

However, the realization that the teacher had once again stopped a fight between two kids seemingly on the same playing field yet had let Bakugou rip into Midoriya like a primary schooler would a Christmas present soured Ichidai's mood.

Come lunchtime, Ichidai didn't bother leaving his seat. So busy brainstorming little ways he could inconvenience the people who'd annoyed him, he didn't even hear the bell. It was the feeling of being stared at and the sound of someone clearing their throat that caught his attention.

Ichidai looked away from the window and found Midoriya standing at his own desk a few feet away.

Midoriya fidgeted and stuttered, "I -uh, thanks for stepping in earlier. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Ichidai shrugged. "Happy to do it. His voice was getting annoying, and the teacher didn't seem in all that much of a hurry to put an end to it."

"Do you...uh, want to get lunch together?"

Ichidai thought about it. While he didn't intend to make friends with anyone, it would seem strange if there wasn't at least one person he talked to on a regular basis. He guessed Midoriya would be as fine as any -if not better- company than the rest of the loud-mouthed children in their class.

At least he knew how to be quiet.

"You know what? Sure. I brought my own lunch, but I can meet you wherever you want once you get yours."

Midoriya deflated, likely mishearing him before he jerked back up. "Wait, ...yes? You said yes?"

"I did, yes," Ichidai assured him firmly.

Midoriya smiled at him so genuinely it almost took his breath away. Truly, his grin was so bright Ichidai had no doubt he'd have been blinded again had the other boy been capable of producing light with it.

"Great!" Midoriya swung his backpack over his shoulder and raced to the door, looking back to wave at him before he left the room. "I'll meet you by the koi pond in the front courtyard!"

Ichidai waved back as the door closed, slightly bewildered by his sheer enthusiasm.

"Yeah... I'll see you there."

#BB's Writing #BNHA Fanfiction #BNHA #MHA Fanfiction #MHA #BNHA All For One #MHA All For One #BNHA Kurogiri #MHA Kurogiri #BNHA Shigaraki Tomura #MHA Shigaraki Tomura #BNHA AFO #MHA AFO #De-Aging #Age Reversal #De-Aged All For One #De-Aged AFO #New Opportunities (BNHA Fanfic)#long post under the cut

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aradias-crypt · 5 years

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Poker Face headcanons ♥️

Poker Face is mute

You’re not sure if she was ever capable of speech, or if she is mute by choice, but Poker Face is incapable of speech. Granted it’s probably her “thing” as a mime villain, but even when the two of you are alone she never speaks.

A notepad is slid into your line of sight.

Looking up from your keypad, you give the villain before you a look of utter confusion.

“How may I help you today ma’am?”

She points to the notepad, her mask completely obscuring her face.

Don’t for a moment think it stops her from having fun

You look at the paper.

“Hey cutie ;3”

You look up to see her pointing at you with finger guns.

It’s actually pretty hilarious when people assume she can’t understand them

Mute is not deaf. She is is perfectly capable of listening in on conversations. Don’t believe her? Well, don’t let him know, but you’d never believe the dirt she has on the mail boy from downstairs!

Poker Face is one of the “cool” villains

She’s honestly the best. Filled to the brim with charisma and self confidence, Poker Face doesn’t need anyone to tell her how great she is. Despite her inability to “talk” to most people she is capable of captivating everyone she meets. New villain? New friend! Group of kids at a park? Irresponsible Awesome aunt figure here she comes! Adorable new attorney at the Black Hat organization?

Sign her up~! *purrs*

Needless to say you were quickly won over.

She’s a bit of a show off, but she can’t help it! She loves impressing others!

You smile in awe as Poker Face produces a card from thin air and sets it on fire. Flicking her wrist, the card turns into a bouquet of orange and red roses. She offers it to you with a flourish.

“Wow!” You gingerly take them from her. Bringing them close, you smell them, picking up a vaguely orange scent. Huh. “They’re beautiful.” You murmur.

She chuckles from under her mask and twirls a knife on her finger. “It nothing.” She signs, spelling it out slowly for you.

With each visit to the organization, Poker Face has slowly but surely been teaching you the alphabet. And you can proudly say you’re getting the hang of it!

You sign back, “Very good still.”

Poker Face chuckles before putting a finger to her mask and pointing the hallway behind your desk.

You look back and salute as Black Hat squints at the flowers in your arms.

“Hey boss, when did you come back?”

“Not long ago.” He grumbles and turns his attention to the woman behind the counter, “Flowers, eh?”

She moves her head side to side giddily.

“Oh, before I forget, you have a meeting with Aku in an hour. He’s been going on about some design for a new armor or something, he kinda lost me in the last bit.”

Black Hat nods and takes a file from your desk. He bares his teeth at Poker Face before he goes.

“If my assistant’s work begins to lag it will be on your head.”

She blows a kiss.

No one knows her real name

Honestly, you’re not sure if anyone knows her real name. The only ones who know are probably herself and Black Hat seeing as he knows pretty much everything.

“You aren’t gonna tell me?”

Poker Face shakes her head and crosses her arms.

“Well I can’t keep calling you Poker Face, it’s pretty long.”

She tilts her head.

“You give name.” She signs.

You rub your chin, “Well.. you have hearts on your costumes.. and you’re kinda a diva.”

She snorts, ushering you to continue.

“Oh come on, it’s true and you know it.” You snap your fingers, “Queenie!”

“Why?”

“The Queen of Hearts, you know, like the kids movie. It suits you.” You grin cheekily.

Queenie pinches you playfully.

She’s a glutton for attention

If she didn’t have her mask on she’d be seen grinning all the time! Poker Face loves being in the spotlight, whether it’s at the craps table or on television after a heist, she adores being in the limelight.

Poker Face poses in front of the mirror, admiring her freshly cleaned uniform. Her stockings were covered in blast powers and all sorts of weird chemicals, but you somehow managed to clean it up!

You laugh from your spot at her vanity, “You’ve been staring at yourself for half an hour! Come on Queenie we have to go.”

You managed to reserve a seat at one of the more expensive fine dining restaurants in the city. Granted it was with the help of your boss’s name, but you still did it! And here Queenie was, taking her sweet ole time.

“So white.” She signs excitedly, “Very red. Clean. Soft. Stretchy still!” She does a backflip and lands in a split, making small sounds of glee.

“You’re going a bit too fast for me Queenie, I think I saw soft in there somewhere? ‘With’ something…?”

Spelling out the words slowly this time, Poker Face stands up and presses the mouth area of her mask to your cheek.

“Look good me!”

You smile, “You always look good. Now, I know you love your outfit but if you dress like that the cops will get us before we can finish an entrée.”

- -

“Queenie.. this isn’t low-key at all.”

She looks back at you.

Her dress is covered in rubies and rhinestones that flash and glitter with every turn. Her buttons are solid gold. Hell, she looks like she could buy the whole restaurant with just the sleeves!

“Cheap dress me own.”

“Liar.”

She snickers.

She loves swing!

If you haven’t noticed yet *flutters eyelashes under her mask* she is very flexible! Give her the right beat and she will break out in dance! As her partner, you will soon realize that no outing with Poker Face is complete without a moment of dancing. Having a special place in her heart for swing, Poker Face will bring you to swing competitions all over the place. Have extra work you have to do? She’ll help you! Have two left feet? You couldn’t have found yourself a better teacher!

“Queenie!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you are spun around the dance floor. Your blood thrums with excitement as people cheer all around you, your legs grow tired but your energy feels limitless!

Poker Face smiles, her mouth visible due to the opera mask she has stitched out.

Just for today, she reminded you earlier.

“You’re doing great.” She mouths.

If she knew you’d be as great as you were at swing she would’ve taught you the Charleston while she was at it!

Poker Face is fiercely loyal, hurt her loved ones and you may just lose your hand

Every villain has their own moral code. Some won’t hurt certain types of people and some don’t discriminate between who they kill. With Poker Face, everyone knows she defends her people.

She is the Queen of Cards after all.

Poker Face strokes your cheek as she pulls you to her chest. You both are hiding behind the bar of a gambling den, guns drawn as lower rate yakuza flood the room.

“Maybe we shouldn’t listen to Lady Naga for vacation suggestions.” You laugh weakly, your mind fuzzy with blood loss. Your leg was coated in blood.

Turns out, silk doesn’t absorb blood as well as you thought.

Poker Face fumes with rage, her knuckles white with how tightly she holds her gun.

How dare they hurt you! How dare they ruin your date! You were about to win the jackpot!

You look up at her.

“Queenie..?” You say unsteadily.

She lifts her mask and kisses the top of your head.

“No move.” She signs.

You nod.

She lets go and fires above the bar.

The firing above your head falters.

Poker Face slides over the bar and sends bullets in every direction; her hands fill with blade like cards once the ammo runs out.

- -

You leave the bar with her.

No one follows behind.

#villainos #villainous #Poker Face #poker face villainos #poker face headcanons #villainous headcanons #villainos x reader #poker face villainous #poker face villainous headcanons

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i-dont-know-the-word · 4 years

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Rubber-band Heart

Elongsue minific, (6x12) Ralph and Sue reflect on the events of what happened between them.

the night was young but Ralph felt very tired. His office was somehow smaller to him now like a big part of it had been removed over night. He sat at his deck and drank his way through a bottle.

She was not what he expected.

But then again what did he expect. A damsel and helpless woman who needed his help. No he knew there was always more to this then meet the eye, he just never thought she would, she would be, be, like that. Why was he so easily tricked by her, it was Izzy all over again. Why was he like this. He knows the world is full of grey but he thought or maybe hoped she was all she said she was. But why was that?

Why would that have mattered. Was it that he did not want his effort to be in vain or was it that the person that she claimed to be was someone who made sense to him. That is how she did it she knew what he wanted to hear and gave it to him. But there had to be some level of sincerity to her or Cecile would have felt it.

That is what hurt the most.

There had been something between them, he was not sure what but they were hitting a rhythm, getting in sync, something just matched about them. For a moment he thought maybe, just maybe he had found a true equal. But no like Barry who could run circles around him, Cisco and Caitlin who were more brilliant then he could ever hope to be and the professional power couple that is Joe and Cecile could run this between the two of them. Ralph had to prove over and over that he was more then a joke, he knows they care about him but he feels like he is always playing catch up with the rest of them. And he thought for a moment and only a brief moment he had found someone who was just as lost in their world as he did. But no she knew what she was doing and she is not his equal but his better and he will have her to catch up to as well.

He looked over to the board that had all the information he had found on Sue, it was once a puzzle he had to put together, then it became a map that could lead him to her but now it was nothing more then a failed fallacy. What was once a guiding star, was now a black-hole of empty discernment.

Ralph wanted to pick up the board and throw it from the roof or if he was feeling practically foolish he could use the rest of his bottle of gingold and a match to burn it. But no he still needed it the team still needed what he found out about her but he can’t stand to look at it anymore.

He got up from his chair and leaving the bottle on the table and went over to the board. He looked into the picture of the woman, her eyes felt like they were going right through his heart. He picked up the board from the wall and throw it down to the floor making sure it landed pictures side down. He then went back to his desk and sat down again. Next time he thought, Next time she won’t trick him again.

Next time he would be ready.

Next time she would be ready.

Sue sat at her small table as she waited for the scans of the diamond to be done. She had achieved her goal tonight but the task in front of her was still far from complete. Although she had to admit it all went a lot quicker with him around, that slick, stretchy man. It all did take an unexpected turn but Sue got everything she wanted. So why was there this feeling, she could not quite point a word but this a flowering fervent feeling lingered in the back of her mind and deep in her stomach.

Did she make a mistake today?

No, she has to shake that feeling, she does not need him, not anymore. He got her in and was a good distraction for Ultra Violet, however. Gun to her head, like many were earlier that evening, she had not had that much fun with someone since, since, well in most likely ever. He was fun and sweet if a bit misguided, and a bit foolish.

He was unique and not just because he was the elongated man, he had an air of boyish charm around him, but not in that playboy ‘do you know who I am’ way that she was far to used to. It was like the world that surrounded him was grey so he was determined to be a glowing purple.

He was interesting that’s for sure. She had been looking into him after all she has information on everyone who is after her no matter how much or how little of a threat to her safety they were.

Mr Dibny had a very checkered past, mister meaner, after mister meaner. It seems when he was a teenager he would graffiti water towers and cars. He would throw rocks at walls, stores and car’s, he once put 100 bags of popcorn in a teachers car, cars seemed to be a common target. Her personal favourite however was that he stole a fast food speaker box shaped like the big belly boy and put it in front of a police station.

but even more strange was his perfect attendance record and almost straight A’s in chemistry, mathematics and history. Class clown he may have been but an idiot he was not. He could have gone to a top collage if his mother and him were not broke and his was not able to get a scholarship due to the previously mentioned mister meaner’s.

so a police officer it was, then his rise to detective and then his fall from grace and then a shady business was born. He knew nearly as many criminals as she did, low class ones but still its a big number. Then all of a sudden he went straight, like his record was hit by a bus or in this case as it turned out rode a bus. That is where that hero she saw came from. It was not what she had expected but that is ok with her actually its better.

What an interesting man, and maybe when this is all over.

No, she had to do this alone she did not need anyone to be her ‘shining knight’ he may have been a superhero of central city but she was the hero of this story but he is not boring that is for sure.

Good.

There was something about the whole thing that gave her the feeling she would see him again, and she was looking forward to it,

Next time she would be ready.

#ralph dibny #sue dearbon #elongated man #otp: home stretch #i love them and i can not be stoped #they have such a fun back and forth #can't wait to see more #i made this story so that they were both looking back at what happened but coming to a different conclusion #plus i loved the title #i feel it fits where they are at the moment #plus i do what i want #i will not rest until i have the monopoly on Sue x Ralph fics (lol)#ElongSue #Sue Dibny #The Flash #mini fic #mini fanfic

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steezprincess-blog · 4 years

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Kimono photo research

I was given a choice of 7 different photos relating to kimonos to research by my college teacher and chose this one.

When googling the word “Kimono” It’s certainly disheartening how many results are tied to Kim Kardashian-West’s shapewear brand. Although It’s now been renamed to “Skims”, this marketing stumble was certainly controversial.

Kim Kardashian is a member of the Kardashian/Jenner family who were one of the first to become famous through simply being themselves and although they’re generally controversial, they’re now global celebrities and the fact that they managed to market themselves into becoming owners of many businesses (Kylie Jenner recently having made the forbes list) they’ve pioneered many fashion trends and this level of rocketing themselves into becoming icons has to be respected as they paved the way for many “influencers” and reality stars we see today that dream of this level of stardom.

One interesting point in the juxtaposition of skims and traditional kimono is that skims aim to give you the hourglass figure Kim is so famous for and kimonos are intended to make the wearer’s body appear straight and cylindrical, often women wearers use stuffing underlayers to achieve this.

The Kardashians are famous for their brand names including elements of their name which is why Kim thought of Kimono, however thankfully social media backlash pushed her away from that name in the defense of traditional and ancient culture which is still relevant today. The main outrage was her trying to copyright the brand name “Kimono” which is very disrespectful to Japan’s history and luckily the copyright wasn’t granted. Much outrage also went towards the fact that her shapewear has no relation to Japanese kimono and was seemingly the name chosen simply because her name’s in it.

Skims is a skin toned, stretchy underwear item to be worn under clothes and shape the wearers body referred to by kim as “solutionwear” (implying that the wearers natural body is a problem that needs to be “solved” to look more like Kim’s famous figure is rather problematic in itself) however Kimono is an outer garment which is worn with many layers of traditional undergarments including hadajuban (an undershirt worn to absorb sweat), koshimaki (a type of underskirt) and juban (under kimono); however people chose to wear different combinations of kimono undergarments, sometimes depending on their position.

Kimonos are heavy and encourage the wearer into having a straight-backed posture which makes the wearer feel important and taller, constructed from 8 rectangular pieces of fabric and in different designs depending on the age, relationship status, gender, season and other traits of the wearer depending on many things, even down to the knot they use for their obi. Traditional kimono has no correlation to Kim’s definition of “Kimono” at all and her trying to redefine the word is a perfect example of cultural appropriation, ignoring thousands of years of culture. I think it’s extremely important when referring to any culture to research it thoroughly and be aware of the need to be respectful, since even if good intentions are there, it’s best to research so you know you aren’t being ignorant to years of history, even if it is unintentional.....and it’s not a good idea to copyright a word you haven’t put much research into either.

#kimono #skims #kim kardashian #tea #drama #college #coursework

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grumpylittles · 5 years

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ASMR Roleplay for Regression - Karuna Satori

If you’re like me, ASMR roleplay videos might help you feel regressed and small! Some of my favorite kiddo-themed ones are by Karuna Satori, a YouTuber who makes ASMR videos. I wanted to put together a list for you all of some of her videos that I love. These descriptions are written by me and are just quick blurbs to tell you what the video is about!

Pet regressors, the bottom one is for you!

Mommy Tucks You In (31 minutes) - You’re feeling sick in bed, but mommy is here to take care of you! You get your temperature taken, take some medicine, read a book, get your hair combed, and even Spongebob makes an appearance!

Build-A-Bear (39 minutes) - You are in the hospital after major surgery, and a special worker from Build-A-Bear headquarters is here to help you build a new friend! You get to pick your friend, name them, fill them with fluff, and fill out their birth certificate!

Doctors and Face Painting (32 minutes) - Mommy takes you to see the pediatrician for your headaches! The sweet doctor asks permission to tough your face and checks you out. Afterwards, mommy paints your face to help you relax. Bonus: the term “little one” gets used a lot!

Mommy Cleans Your Ears (22 minutes) - Your ears are a bit dirty from playing outside all summer! Mommy knows just how to clean them with a special treatment before getting you ready for bed.

Meet the Teacher (31 minutes) - You’re starting school soon, and today you will meet the teacher! She will show you what you need to bring, walk you through a quick test, and talk to you about what will happen during the school day! (TW brief mention of bullying, school tragedies)

Another Build-A-Bear Friend! (21 minutes) - You’re in the workshop, ready to create a colorful little buddy. Stuff, groom, and dress the new bear to make them your own!

Mommy Tucks You In Again (30 minutes) - It’s bedtime once more. This tuck in time is very “stimmy,” with a touch-and-feel book, a stretchy toy, jingly keys, and more! You even get a big red balloon, and there’s time for a quick coloring page.

Toy Store Shopping (17 minutes) - You are at the toy store shopping for toys! A lovely employee walks you through many of the toys there, demonstrating how they work just for you! The toys are for all genders and many different ages!

Face Painting (23 minutes) - It’s your birthday, and a family friend has come to paint your face! After you show her what you won at the arcade, she gently takes you through the face painting process.

Pet Grooming and Vet Check Up (31 minutes) - You are a little pet who has been brought by your owner to get a check up and grooming. Your groomer talks to you while she takes care of you, even though she is sure you don’t understand what she’s saying!

If you like these, she has many more including five other mommy tuck-ins, big sister tuck-ins, whispered lullabies, grooming Stitch, and more! She has dozens and dozens of other themed ASMR videos, so be sure to explore!

#agere #ageregression #age regression

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serahsanguine · 5 years

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School, Sex and Subterfuge NC-17

ao3

This story is based in 2018/2019.

Mulder is a teacher, Scully is a student. This story is an NC-17 rating. There is no underage sex in my story I researched this before even writing it.

Mulder is known to give extra credit of a sexual kind to Someone special in his class does this person turn out to be Scully? I will let you read and find out.

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Notes:

The first Chapter is kind of Scully Pov but most of the chapters thereafter will be both pov and or third person. Also, the characters I am portraying may seem out of charter well one of them at least but as the story goes on this will sort itself out it had to be done this way for the story to work.

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First Day, First Meeting

Scully was now in her second year at Stanford University getting her bachelor's degree in Medicine.

She was a sophomore, thank God, because she had hated being a freshman. At least now she was kind of settled. She knew where she had to be on campus and knew the best places to get away from everyone, when she needed time alone. She has mostly the same classes that she had last year, just more advanced versions of those classes. She wasn't much for parties or social gatherings, as she preferred to study and get straight A’s instead of headaches and awkward conversation with strangers. Anything less would not please Ahab, especially with Missy roaming the world. She knew her roommate Serah and a couple of her close friends well and even knew most of the people in her classes. Serah was in most of the same subjects she was, bar a few, like art and music for example.

Scully woke up in her room, the sun was just starting to peek through the musty brown curtains. She groaned to herself and forced herself to roll over, looking over at her clock which sat on her bedside table, moaning again when she read the time - 5 am.

She hated when her body did this to her when it didn't want to sleep or she couldn't get to sleep. She swung her legs off the bed, it wasn't like she was going to go back to sleep anyway and put on some comfortable yoga pants, with a tank top and some bright red Nike Air running trainers. She could probably fit in an hour or two at the gym before the rest of the campus even wakes up. Plus the benefits of being at the gym this early is that no one would be there; meaning no guys wolf whistling or giving her dirty remarks under their breath while exercising.

She exited her room quietly shutting and locking the door behind her trying not to wake Serah, as she definitely was not a morning person. Scully made quick work of getting to the main entrance and across the quad to the west wing of the campus which held the gym and entered the building saying a quick "Hello" to Jim the security guard, before heading straight for the treadmill machine area. She placed her eco-friendly water bottle in the holder, and then put her wireless headphones on before scanning her iPhone and hitting play on Fleetwood Mac and stepped onto the treadmill starting at a light jog then a full sprint. She was so focused on running and what she was listening to that she didn't notice a man enter the room and start running, three treadmills down from her, himself.

An hour passed and Scully had run the sleep deprivation out of her system, and her legs were starting to burn so she slowed her pace and started her cool down. That's when she looked over to see a man in his late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, running hard with sweat dripping off of his face. Scully covertly checked him out - he was about 6ft 1 with chestnut brown hair and tanned skin.

She had never seen this man before but as she studied his physique, she could tell he was athletic, he had brilliant legs and calf muscles. She worked her way up staring at his butt which was nicely shaped and stood out in the very short black workout shorts that he was wearing, continuing up further to his arms she watched his toned biceps and triceps flex and tense as he was really giving this run his all.

The man suddenly turned towards her, looking directly at her and she realised she had clearly been caught checking him out. She started blushing and then he smiled at her and she wanted to look away but she couldn't help but stare back at the man looking appreciatively at her. His eyes are what drew her in, they weren't green but neither were they brown, in fact, they were a lovely shade of hazel; so bright and deep at the same time, they were mesmerizing. She watched sweat drip from his hairline and run down his cheekbones and nose which she did admit was too big for his face but it suited him all the same and didn't diminish how cute he was.

Scully worked her way down his face to look at his gorgeous pouty lips so pink and full - Wow! What she would give to have that bottom lip in-between her teeth sucking and nibbling it. Wow, where did that come from? She smiled back at him and he took off his drenched mesh and cotton tank top, her eyes drifted down of the own accord she could not help but notice the muscles of his chest and the very well defined six-pack on his stomach.

Looking at this beautiful man sent her into a full body flush - her heart racing, her breath was ragged and uneven, a pool of desire building in her stomach. Why was she thinking like this? She had to stop thinking like this immediately but damn she just wanted to shove him up against a wall and have him fuck her senseless!

She had to escape quickly, hopping off the treadmill she walked fast towards the ladies locker room but he was still staring at her as she opened the door and only then did he turn away. She could not help but glance at this man once more before heading for a very cold shower (which desperately needed now), trying not to think of the man she had just encountered and spent no actual time talking to.

After Scully had showered and changed into some light grey jeans and a flowy peach coloured tank top blouse with spaghetti straps, she grabbed herself a coffee and grabbed Serah one while she was at the on-campus coffee shop before walking back to her dorm room.

She arrived at her room and unlocked the door; Serah was already awake and dressed in black stretchy jeans, a black tank top and cropped burgundy hoodie, her long blonde hair was in a messy ponytail and away from her face, making her blue eyes stand out more than they already did.

"Hey Dana’ Serah said cheerfully.

"Wow, look who's up early!" Scully replied sarcastically, with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"Oh, shush you. Is that coffee for me?"

"Well, I don't see anyone else here to give it to, so you might as well have it," Scully said, handing Serah the coffee cup.

"Well, it looks like someone is in a sassy mood on the first day back. Anyone, I know?"

Scully was still surprised at how easily Serah could read her sometimes.

"No. Just some guy I saw at the gym this morning... I didn't even speak to him."

"You may not have spoken to him, Dana, but he has you all hot under the collar I can tell," Serah smirked, then took a sip of her coffee.

Scully could feel a slight redness in her cheeks and a small smile creep across her face.

"Maybe... but you know me and you know that I have no time for men."

"Well, my dear friend. All work and no play makes life very dull indeed. And sometimes you need to play hard and be free... and let go every now and then."

"Maybe I will, sometime"

"Yes but the sometime may never come, Dana"

"What classes do you have today anyway?"

"Mostly same as you Biology and Chemistry but when you have your free period I have Art class then lunch we can meet back up at say two for psychology?"

"Sure, that sounds about right."

"Oh, have you heard the rumours about our lecturer?"

"You know I don't listen to rumour and speculation."

"Well, I know THAT! But they are pretty good and sound rather juicy so do you want to know or not?" Scully nodded, and so without hesitation Serah carried on with her story "Well as I hear it our teacher Mr F. W. Mulder takes one girl under his wing a year and gives her ‘extra credit’" Serah raised her eyebrows as if willing Scully to get the hint but Scully just looked at her friend standing across from her and gave her a sceptical eyebrow. "Anyway, it so happens he purposely fails them so he can take them back to his office and have his way with them. And nobody minds because apparently from what I have heard from the older girls, he is very good looking and fantastic in bed"

"As I said I don't believe in rumour or speculation, and if what you say is true surely he would have been found out and got fired by now."

"You would think so, wouldn't you? But apparently he is from a wealthy family that donates a lot of money to the school... so they look the other way."

"Hmm… we really should get going or we’re going to miss out the first lecture."

"Changing the subject are we?"

"Why yes, I am." They both started laughing.

They casually wandered to their first class sipping their coffees on the way.

Several hours and a number of boring "Welcome back" lectures later. Scully was sitting in her favourite little, off-campus, cafe eating a small Caesar salad with a strawberry and banana smoothie just enjoying the scenery. The weather was warm for Autumn, a good 78 F but there was a light breeze flowing through the trees and flowers offsetting the unusual heat.

What Scully liked most about sitting here was being alone and the peace and serenity of it all - that was until the guy she saw earlier at the gym started walking in her direction. She watched him walk across the small cafe, his hair caught the sun coming through the large windows and his eyes glimmered in the sunlight, he was wearing dark blue jeans that rode low on his hips and a white shirt rolled up on his arms.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He looked at her directly in the eyes now, and she could feel him burrowing his way into her soul, gesturing towards the empty seat next to her.

"No, it is not." Scully smiled sheepishly at him and watched him sit down across from her.

"It’s nice here. Very open... and yet rustic"

"Yes, it is" Scully felt herself going shy, and was unable to form long sentences.

"I'm sorry to be so forward. I'm not normally like this," he took a short pause before completing his train of thought "You just looked lonely. My name is William, by the way."

"Hello William, I'm Dana" she took his hand and shook it, she felt unable to breathe because of this man sitting in front of her.

"I was wondering if you attended the University?" Scully simply nodded, William took the chance to express what he really wanted to say "Look, I really came over to say that you are a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you," Scully was covered in crimson blush now and she didn't know what to say, she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, could hear the blood pumping and thrumming in her ears.

"I really must be going, sorry to interrupt your day. It's been nice to meet you, Dana."

"It was nice meeting you, too," Scully answered managing to stumble out the words.

She watched him walk away (eyes distracted by his firm butt). No man had made her lost for words before, no man had really taken an interest in her or at least been so forward about it. She was shocked, to say the least, but very flattered by his attention.

She finished her salad (and smoothie) and made her way back to campus to meet Serah by the water fountain.

"Dana!"

"Hey Serah, are you ready to head to class?"

"Yeah"

Serah picked up her bag and bottled water, said bye to her group of friends and walked alongside Scully. It took about ten minutes to walk to the lecture hall, when they arrived it was already half full. Scully thought two things at that moment It is either a popular subject or he was a very popular man! Serah looked at her as if she knew what she was thinking and grinned.

"It could possibly be both, there a couple of seats over there"

They shuffled through the row of seats to find their spot.

"So, what did you get up to at lunch? You came back a bit flushed."

"I'm fine! Nothing happened." Scully stated, staring off into space and trying not to look at her friend.

"Yeah, right. I heard some more details that should interest you... details about what kind of women he picks for his little game"

"Is that so?"

"Apparently he goes for long haired brunettes and quite tall... or so I have heard."

"Oh, well thank you for the reassurance. Since I'm nothing like that he wouldn't even look at me twice." Scully mumbled while getting her notebook out of her bag.

"Anytime!"

Suddenly the whole lecture hall went quite as Professor F. W. Mulder himself stepped onto the stage at the front of the room. Scully looked up and recognized the man that was about to teach their class, it was William in his blue jeans and white shirt. Their eyes locked onto each other... Shit, she thought.

This was going to be one very long academic year.

#fan fiction #fanfic #AU fanfiction #pre xfiles #the xfiles #the x files #rating: nc17 #part one #Fox Mulder #Dana Scully #mulder and scully #MulderandScully

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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MARIA give us the newt stretching in booty shorts in front of his hot neighbor!!!

Anonymous said: SUGGESTIVE STRETCHING NEWT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Anonymous said: If you have time/inspiration can you please write a fic where newt and Herm are neighbours and newt keeps going outside to do yoga or something in workout clothes that are way too small whenever herms is out there?

my god. how did you all know i wanted to write this. its almost as if, after deliriously posting tweet after tweet with this concept at 4 am, i begged someone to prompt me on tumblr so i could write this for someone other than myself. enjoy some thirsty reclusive nerd hermann

The flat next to Hermann’s has been vacant for as long as he can remember. For a good reason, Hermann supposes; not many people fancy living at the top floor of a many-leveled building in the very back corner, even if the elevators here work fairly smoothly. Hermann himself would’ve avoided it if he had any other choice--he can walk up the staircase just fine during power outages or fire alarms, but it’s not exactly ideal, as it usually means an extra painkiller for his leg as he readies for bed. It’s blessedly quiet, at least, blessedly isolated, which means Hermann can be left alone with his numbers and calculations in peace.

At least it used to be quiet.

Hermann has a new neighbor, and he hears him before he sees him.

He’s only barely given a heads-up that someone moved in to the flat in the first place, and only as a result of a chance meeting with his landlady on the ground floor when he went to collect his mail. Some sort of scientist, she told Hermann, teaching biology three times a week at the local high school despite his multiple (or so rumor has it) doctorates. “As long as he’s quiet,” Hermann bristled, though privately, he was excited at the prospect of living so close to someone who was sure to be like-minded. A scientist, biologist, even, with multiple doctorates. Hermann expected someone professional, someone exuding intelligence, someone Hermann would like to have as a colleague. Maybe even a friend. Maybe he’ll have him round for dinner, or for tea, or maybe he’ll just wait until they pass each other in the hallway and nod tersely at him and never interact beyond that. That’s how Hermann’s favorite relationships play out.

The biologist manages to sour all of Hermann’s good will before Hermann can even think seriously of introducing himself. Twenty-four hours after Hermann learns the vacancy has been filled, he’s woken up at seven in the morning to loud music blaring from next door. It takes him a few minutes to realize it’s not just recorded music--the biologist is playing an electric guitar.

Still half-asleep, Hermann reaches blindly for his cane, slips on his dressing gown and glasses and slippers, and marches straight over to the biologist’s flat to pound on the door. After a minute, the music stops. After another minute, the door swings open.

The biologist doesn’t look anything like Hermann expected, either. He’s young, very young (Hermann’s age, Hermann realizes), messy-haired, tattooed, freckled, and he’s wearing thick glasses that take up half his face and very tight skinny jeans. He’s also exceptionally handsome, which is most frustrating of all. Hermann wanted to shout, maybe even get a few whacks with his cane in at the man’s calves and pretend it was an accident, but his words die in his throat.

The biologist leans against the doorframe and smiles charmingly at him. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Newt. Are you Dr. Gottlieb?”

“Newt,” Hermann manages to say.

"Yeah,” Newt says, and nods. “That’s me.” Then he repeats, a little more forcefully, “Are you Dr. Gottlieb?”

“Er,” Hermann says, blinking. “Ah! Yes. That’s--yes, I’m Dr. Gottlieb.” Then he remembers why he’s here. “Why the hell are you playing guitar this early?”

Newt shrugs. "Because it’s fun,” he says. “I’m an early riser.”

“I’m not,” Hermann says.

Newt’s still giving him that damned smile. “I’ll keep it down,” he says.

Hermann turns on his heels and slams his door behind him.

Hermann’s next run-in with Newt (or Dr. Newton Geiszler, he finds out, after snooping around the mailboxes) occurs a few weeks later. It’s a nice day, warmer than usual for April, and Hermann wakes uncharacteristically early (though not to loud guitar music, this time) so he takes his morning coffee out to be enjoyed on his small balcony in his small wicker chair. The view is not perfect, and the horizon is mostly obscured by the buildings across the way, but Hermann can still see the pink and orange of the sunrise. It’s enough for him. (Out here, he can pretend Dr. Newton Geiszler does not exist, that the flat next door remains empty, that his happy solitude has not been interrupted.)

Dr. Geiszler’s balcony is a mere few feet away, close enough that one could easily hop over the railings to get to one from the other if they wishes. He’s managed to clutter up the space already: he’s propped a bicycle up against the opposite railing (despite the fact there’s a perfectly good bike rack in the front of the building) and filled all but a small spot with large potted plants (herbs, vegetables, a bewildering amount of strawberries) that have spilled dirt everywhere. Not just a nuisance, but a mess, then. Hermann shudders to think what the inside of his flat looks like.

Newt’s glass door slides open, and Hermann forces himself not to groan aloud. “Hi, Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says cheerfully. “Nice morning, huh?”

“Hmph,” Hermann says. He turns away.

“Do you usually chill out here?” Newt says, evidently determined to finish the conversation.

“Sometimes,” Hermann says.

“Cool,” Newt says. He drums his fingers on the railing. “Good talk. See you, I guess.”

Newt’s glass door slides shut.

He sees Newt again a few days later. It’s another nice morning, so Hermann’s out on his balcony with coffee once more, and Newt pops out--whistling--in a bathrobe with a yoga mat in hand. “Hope it’s cool if I stretch a bit out here,” he says. “I need some fresh air.”

“It’s your balcony,” Hermann says. He flicks through the newspaper he brought out until he gets to the crossword puzzle. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Newt unroll his yoga mat and drop his bathrobe.

“Oh, I did that one this morning,” Newt says. “If you need any help with clues--”

“I don’t, thank you,” Hermann snaps, a little irritated at the implication that he needs help with a crossword puzzle, and he looks up to tell Newt to mind his own business--

--and is greeted by the sight of Newt in a tight white t-shirt and the tightest, shortest athletic shorts he’s ever seen in his entire life. “You okay, Dr. Gottlieb?” Newt says, grinning as he watches Hermann mop up coffee from the front of his dressing gown.

“Ah,” Hermann says, “yes, er--” Newt stretches his arms above his head and the hem of his t-shirt rides up, revealing a pleasing expanse of tattooed stomach, a trail of light brown hair--Hermann tears his eyes away and back to the dark stain still spreading all over his chest. “Just clumsy. Very clumsy.”

“Mm-hmm,” Newt says, and Hermann swears he hears him laughing as he rushes back inside to change. When he’s returned (clean and with a new cup of coffee), Newt’s switched to a different pose entirely: on his hands and knees on the yoga mat, faced away from Hermann and arching his back rather suggestively. The stretchy fabric of his tiny shorts pulls, and pulls... “How’s the puzzle coming?” Newt calls over his shoulder.

“Good,” Hermann chokes out.

Newt has a very nice ass.

Newt stretches on his balcony three more times that week, then the next week, then the week after, each time in those tiny little shorts and that tank top that barely covers him, each time arching his back and moving his hips in a way that makes Hermann blush and stutter, each time with a cheery little “Hi, Dr. Gottlieb!”

Hermann considers avoiding his balcony altogether, but that feels like losing, in a sense. Admitting to his unfortunate inclination for his annoying neighbor. Admitting to the fact that he can be overwhelmed by some simple yoga. (Admitting that, when he’s alone, sometimes he imagines Newt in those tiny shorts bending down in front of Hermann, the fabric of his shirt riding up...) Well. The point is that Hermann refuses to stop enjoying his balcony. And what’s Newt stretching for, anyway? The man’s a bloody part-time science teacher. It’s not as if he needs to. If anything, he should be embarrassed, not Hermann.

“Hi, Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says as always, winking at Hermann as he rolls out his mat. His shorts are bright red today. Monday they were hot pink. Hermann wonders just exactly how many of these Newt owns.

“Good morning,” Hermann says, begrudgingly.

Newt puts his hands on his hips and rolls his shoulders back with a satisfied groan. “It’s nice as shit out,” he says.

“Mm,” Hermann says. He’s not bothering with a puzzle today--he hasn’t managed to concentrate on those in weeks--but instead idly flips through one of his old notebooks of research. Newt pulls out two small weights. They can’t weigh more than a pound or so each. “Switching it up?” Hermann asks, and then curses himself for acknowledging that he’s well-familiar with Newt’s usual routine.

“Yep,” Newt says.

Newt goes down on his hands and knees, rear stuck out as always. He does his usual stretches while Hermann turns pages and feigns disinterest. Then Newt picks up a weight.

The sound he emits makes Hermann flush hot from the tips of his ears to his chest and clench his notes so tight the paper starts to rip. “Are you alright?” Hermann squeaks.

“Yeah,” Newt says, oddly breathy. “Why?”

“No reason,” Hermann says.

Newt does it over, and over, and over, his tattooed arms flexing, the stretchy fabric of his shorts pulling, and each deep grunt of effort is more obscene and orgasmic than the last. “Do you care if I take this off?” Newt suddenly says, tugging at the hem of his tank top. Sweat beads his brow. His glasses have slid down his nose. He’s breathing far more heavily than necessary.

Hermann shakes his head, and Newt’s tank top is off and over his head in seconds; Newt is not remotely well-built. Unfortunately, that’s exactly Hermann’s type.

Hermann enjoys a nice cold shower thirty minutes later.

Hermann has a great deal of difficulty following Newt’s inevitable attempts to small talk him the next time. “So you’re a doctor,” Newt says, stretching his leg over his head. He looks like a freckled, rainbow pretzel. “Of what?”

“Physics,” Hermann says.

Newt whistles. “Impressive.” He switches to the other leg. “Just you up here, then? No one else?” Hermann narrows his eyes and nods. “Yeah. I’m the same way.” There are a few light patters on the thick awning overtop Hermann’s balcony. Newt looks up. “Oh, shit, it’s raining.”

It is, and getting harder and steadier by the second. Hermann quickly grabs his cane and prepares to head back inside his flat. “See you tomorrow, dude!” Newt calls, scrambling to his feet and tugging on his slider--

--which doesn’t budge.

“Dr. Gottlieb,” he says. “Hey, uh--”

“What, Geiszler?” Hermann sighs, half inside.

Newt tugs on his slider handle again and smiles sheepishly. “I’m locked out.”

The wind is blowing the rain onto their balconies, cold despite it being spring, and Newt’s already half-drenched and shivering pathetically. Hermann caves immediately. “Can you climb over here?” he sighs, stepping back outside.

Newt nods, lighting up with excitement. “Dude, you’re the best!” He shimmies over both railings and the minuscule gap between them and lands heavily on his feet in front of Hermann. Right in front of Hermann. “Hi,” he says.

Hermann can make out every tattoo beneath Newt’s soaked white tank top. “Inside,” he manages to say, and Newt nods and trails after him. He shuts the slider behind them.

“You have a nice place, Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says. He’s dripping on Hermann’s carpet and still shivering. Hermann sighs again.

“Let me get you a bathrobe,” he says, while Newt looks delighted. “And a towel. And a change of clothing.”

Newt’s stripped out of his tank top once more when Hermann returns from his small laundry room with a small stack of the promised towel, bathrobe, and spare set of pajamas, folded and freshly-warmed in the dryer. “Here,” he says, and thrusts them out at Newt, who immediately begins toweling at his hair.

“You’re fucking awesome,” Newt says. He reaches for the pajamas--which are more or less the single pair of sweatpants Hermann owns and the oldest t-shirt he could find--with one hand, still drying his hair with the other. “Okay, heads up, I’m not wearing any underwear, so you might wanna look away.”

“You’re not wearing any--?” Hermann chokes out, face burning, but Newt’s reaching for the elastic waistband of his (tiny, wet) shorts (with nothing underneath, apparently) so Hermann immediately fixes his eyes on the ceiling.

“Okay,” Newt says after a few minutes, suspiciously close, and when Hermann looks back at him he’s a mere few inches away. (The sweatpants and t-shirt fit him poorly, the cuffs of the former rolled up, the latter straining across his torso, and he hasn’t bothered belting the bathrobe.)

Hermann’s breath catches in his throat; his knees feel a bit unsteady. “Er,” he says, leaning heavily on his cane. “All fine, then, Newton?”

“It’s Newt,” Newt says, and smiles. He puts his right hand on Hermann’s waist. Then his left hand.

All that stretching has made Newt very agile, which he’s happy to demonstrate to Hermann.

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