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xxgotthedevilinsidexx · 2 months ago
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So as I mentioned in a earlier post a few days back, when I got back from my couple weeks absence I came back to having nearly 80 drafts. That number is crazy since I had everything caught up before I left. But I'll admit, it's a little overwhelming because honestly I don't know where to start. So I was thinking in hopes of not freaking myself out that maybe each day I'll focus on one or two muses until I get things caught up. It's the only thing I can think of to do right now cause I won't lie, every time I look in my drafts I start freaking out .
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oldestking · 8 months ago
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Sometimes I ponder the idea of going back to a single blog, like,, not in the sense of leaving my currently active multi behind, or Gil behind, but like, that craving of having a new muse, that has their own space,, it feel like I haven't have that in some time already (and to those who know me, it's nothing unusual to find 844738382 blogs following u which are all mine OTJRPRJTRK)
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diiisplxced · 9 days ago
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general tags.
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sheyearns · 1 year ago
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Tag dump.
#♔ ▌.OOC┆⟨ felicia is enough ⟩#♔ ▌.IN CHARACTER┆⟨ there’s a void in her soul and it leaves her feeling cold ⟩#♔ ▌.BROKEN TOY ┆⟨ ❝ Just as I thought you are strange...Very strange... ❞ ⟩#♔ ▌.REFLECTION ┆⟨ ❝ I...never considered myself unfortunate.❞ ⟩#♔ ▌.MUSINGS┆⟨ a locked mind like stars; baring all the secrets of the universe ⟩#♔ ▌.HEADCANONS┆⟨ a broken melody born from her tainted nightmares ⟩#♔ ▌.AESTHETICS┆⟨ shining rubies instead of eyes with a voice of a siren ⟩#♔ ▌.DEVIANT JOKER┆⟨ ❝ His inner madness lies behind his twisted comical nature.❞ ⟩#♔ ▌.VERSE┆⟨ kaleidoscope of memories ( childhood ) ⟩#♔ ▌.VERSE┆⟨ this disaster binds us absolute ( before tragedy ) ⟩#♔ ▌.VERSE┆⟨ the rhythm of the rain keeps time ( after tragedy ) ⟩#♔ ▌.VERSE┆⟨ the illiusion starts to tear ( modern verse ) ⟩#♔ ▌.SAVED┆⟨ treasured lullabies ⟩#♔ ▌.DEAREST BROTHER┆⟨ ❝ Please brother...don’t blame yourself. ❞ ⟩#♔ ▌.PROMO ┆⟨ might be a sinner; might be a saint ⟩#♔ ▌.ASKS┆⟨ peculiar inquiries providing her with entertainment ⟩#♔ ▌.PSA┆⟨ details of importance ⟩#♔ ▌.ANONYMOUS┆⟨ masked figures of oddity whose true identities are unknown ⟩#♔ ▌.RAMBLINGS ┆⟨ she’s drowning in an ocean of thoughts ⟩#♔ ▌.POSITIVITY┆⟨ when you dream ; do you dream of the stars? ⟩#♔ ▌.LACIE&JACK┆⟨ it inspires a keen nostalgia in her for the simpler times before ⟩#♔ ▌WARDROBE┆⟨ wearing wildness like a second skin ⟩#♔ ▌.OZ&LACIE ┆⟨ the impractically rebellious & the impractically kind ⟩#♔ ▌.ANSWERED┆⟨ drawing the death card on every try ⟩#♔ ▌.OPEN STARTER┆⟨ to weave the shattered pieces of the universe back together ⟩#♔ ▌.CLOSED STARTER┆⟨ her whole being calls for an act of violence ⟩#♔ ▌.HER FAVORITE PLACES┆⟨ you are met with an empty house and deafening silence ⟩#♔ ▌.LACIE&OSWALD┆⟨ the poignant looks she gives him when she sees how he’s tearing himself apart is too much ⟩#♔ ▌.LACIE&ALYSS┆⟨ a figure in the distance a movie reel of old pictures ⟩#♔ ▌.LACIE&ALICE┆⟨ she taught me so many things about herself she didn’t know ⟩
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hellsmayflower · 1 year ago
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~ The whole episode with STRIKER TRAUMATIZED is seriously fucking awesome. ~
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raynewolferune · 6 months ago
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Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1
Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.
Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.
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The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.
"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.
"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.
Ah. That was panic.
Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.
"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."
Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.
"Five."
The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.
"Four."
"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.
"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.
"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.
"Two."
"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.
"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.
Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.
"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.
"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.
"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.
"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."
So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.
"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.
"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.
"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.
Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.
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skyofstorms-hiatus · 2 years ago
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A QUICK GUIDE TO MY BLOG!
reblog and: BOLD what always applies. Cross out  what never applies. Italicize what sometimes applies. Feel free to add clarification where needed.
My name is… Kallin
I am…    UNDERAGE  /  OF AGE
I am…
selective
non-selective
semi-selective
non-private
mutuals only
mutuals preferred
I am…
au muse friendly
oc muse friendly
twin muse friendly
canon muse friendly
crossover muse friendly
multi-muse blog friendly
all of the above
I am comfortable writing…
fluff
smut
angst
all of the above
none of the above
Certain topics I will not write are…  ( list here )  
This blog is…     LOW ACTIVITY   /   HIGH ACTIVITY -------I work 60+ hours a week with only one day off, so energy/motvation is often low.
You can contact me through IMs…       YES  /  NO
If applicable: other blog(s) where you can find me…  ( @multistanisms and @onecagedheart )
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hecvenwept · 2 years ago
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before i continue with the replies & starters... 
NEW TAGS DUMP ︾
(only for main/basic function tags. tags for ships & muse relationships remain the same, only changing format to make them look fancier or w/e! )
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xxgotthedevilinsidexx · 2 months ago
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So out of the 8 people who voted, 7 of you said for me to stay here and add my GOT muses here. So that's what I'm doing. I went over my list of muses and I'm going to be dropping a BUNCH of them. They are the ones I hardly ever, if ever write with. I'm going to list the dropped muses below under the cut. Should one of the these muses REALLY call out to you and you want to do something with them then hit me up in a DM and I might just make them a private unlisted muse. But for now these are the ones who have been voted off the island lol .....
Supernatural - Lilith, Eve, Lisa, Mary, Bobby True Blood - Sookie & Eric TVD - Vicki & Lexi TWD - Merle Sons Of Anarchy - Tara & Gemma Marvel / DC - Harley Mixed - Connor & Murphy Macmanus, Sidney Prescott, Samantha Carpenter, Tiffany Valentine, Baby Firefly
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azullumi · 7 months ago
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Sorry but your thoughts on designer! Reader X Aventurine?
Like, I want to dress this peacock into so much staff, from tailored expensive suits with unbelievably beautiful patterns to the fucking dresses. (Rine in dress Rine in dress *trembles chews on chair*.)
Or maybe make him a living mannequin when he has free time? Like look at this man, the perfect waist. (new art new art omg)
It's like, so unrelated to IPC that maybe Aventurine would even find peace in having a Reader from a simple world (yeah simple fashion world of course yeah...)
Anyways, if it's boring or silly, you can just delete it!! It's okay, place your needs and desires first!
Cheese for you. 🧀
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"the way you look tonight" ; aventurine
summary — you just get along with him so well and he just adores you so much.
pairing — aventurine (w/ fashion designer! reader)
tags — established relationship, fluff, not proofread, 1k words ; headcanons
note — i hope u like this nonnieee!! and thank you for the cheese 🧀 hopefully, he wasn't ooc in this one omgosh also this reminded me of the costume i have to make and i haven't started yet hahahaha?? this is day 3 of writing for this man until i have him.
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Aventurine likes to adorn himself in expensive jewelry and clothing, to dress himself with extravagant accessories and jewelries (Have you seen the rings on his hands? His watch? The bracelets on his wrists?); that was a well-known fact. So when he met you for the first time as he visited a certain planet whose main trading point was fabric, textiles, clothing, and everything related to fashion, the relationship that will soon blossom will be inevitable. You just get along with him so well and he just adores you so much—it was like a match-made in the universe.
From then on, whenever he has the time to do so, he’ll arrange visits to your planet. It could be surprise visits or ones planned between you two (it’s mostly just him messaging you that he misses you so he’s planning on stopping by soon). Nevertheless, you love seeing him, love the way he always greets you with a hug and a kiss when he sees you. He’ll always bring you presents every time he comes by. Souvenirs from another planet, trinkets and charms that he thinks you would like, and occasionally, patterns, fabrics, clothes, and such.
Aventurine doesn’t mind you using him as your model—he was your muse, after all. He doesn’t mind having to stand still as you take his measurements or see which color suits him better by repeatedly alternating two different fabrics against his skin (it’s like a free color analysis). All the while, he’s entertained by just you talking to yourself and seemingly troubled.
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“Hm, I think this one looks good, don’t you think?” You say as you fall into deep thought, holding the fabrics in your hand. You stand in front of the blond-haired man who just watches you the whole time with a relaxed look on his face—his soft gaze follows your every movement and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “No, wait, but this one looks nice too. Why is it so hard to decide?”
You fall into silence, into deep thought, and Aventurine simply waits for your next move. He’s like a living mannequin but he doesn’t complain, afraid that he’ll break your focus if he speaks at this moment.
“What do you think?” Finally, you looked at him. He doesn’t answer immediately, but instead, he smiles and tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“Have you eaten already?” He’ll ask, caressing the of your cheek so sweetly, so gently. A lull of a touch and you can’t help but to lean against his hand to seek more of his kindness. You’ll answer him with a hesitant tone, “I wasn’t asking that though…” He could immediately tell the answer with just the tone of your voice and the way you avert your gaze away from him.
“How about we go out and eat first? I have a reservation for the both of us at the restaurant down the street. They serve your favorites.”
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He just likes watching you as you work; eyebrows scrunched, eyes focused, and gaze unwavering as you concentrate on what you’re doing. Occasionally, he’ll watch over your shoulder as you sketch a new design. If you have long hair, he’ll tie it back for you so that you won’t be bothered by your strands obstructing your sight. Sometimes, he’ll massage your shoulders as he kisses the crown of your head. However, when it’s already late at night, he’ll ask you to go to bed with him already while peppering your face with kisses until you’ll let go of your pencil and give in to his words.
Aw, you can’t afford to buy the fabric? You don’t have enough money to buy the pattern that you like? Everything is too expensive? Fortunately for you, this man is willing to spend millions—or even trillions—of credits just to get you what you want and need. You just have to ask and he’ll provide without hesitation. You’re worried about how you’ll repay him? Just a kiss will do.  A fair and perfect price for it all, right?
While Aventurine brings you to casinos with him, you also bring him to watch fashion shows with you—majority of the whole show, however, he would just be watching you and adoring the way your eyes sparkle and your expression brightens. You’ll ask him how the show was and which one he likes best and he doesn’t know how to answer your question, only thinking of how you looked so lovely at the moment.
PHOTOS OF HIS OUTFITS OF THE DAY!! He’ll randomly send you pictures of him standing in front of a mirror in just a simple pose as he shows you what he’s wearing to work. He likes it whenever you compliment him—tell him he looks good, that he looks amazing in the suit you’ve made, that he looks so handsome and you wish to kiss him. (i’m an avid believer of aventurine having words of affirmation as one of his love languages)
It’s undeniable that he looks good in everything that he wears, much more if it's made by your hands. He wears the clothes you tailored for him or the outfits you have planned for him, seemingly showing them off in a rather subtle yet loud way. He’ll occasionally adjust the cuffs of his wrist, fix his tie even though it’s not even messy, or anything that would grab the attention of the person he’s talking to so that they’ll bring it up in a conversation; “Stop adjusting your coat, Aventurine. I know (Name) designed it for you.” A certain silver-haired girl would say and the man adorned with your work would only answer with: “Aren’t they so talented?”
MATCHING CLOTHING (hello?! i know i already mentioned the matching things in my previous work BUT MATCHING CLOTHING WITH HIM!!), especially ones that you’ve designed and tailored for the both of you. Whenever the both of you are going out for a date, he’ll ask what color you’re going for today or what you’re wearing so that he can match you. Be surprised or not, but the bouquet of flowers he bought for you would also match the palette of your clothes.
The first time you proposed the idea of him wearing a dress, he was baffled and somewhat confused. One minute, you were talking about the design of a suit and asking for his opinion on the matter and the next, you’re asking him what he thinks of dresses. Before he knew it, he was with you, choosing among the many collections of dresses that you have garnered in either your closet or boutique. How could he say ‘no’ to you, eyes wide with expectation and gleaming like the surface of a jewel, how could he ever say ‘no’?
Everything was just so simple with you—a form of escape, a way of running away from the thoughts that binds him. Every moment that he spends with you eases him of the worries, of the stress, of the chains that holds him as if he was a flightless bird born in a cage (you were simply his solace). In your presence, he’ll find tranquility inked into the softness of your skin and he’ll murmur his wishes along the lines of your soul; he wishes everything was this warm and easy.
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© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works
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getosfavoritewife · 11 months ago
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The Sun Always Rises
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✮⋆˙ General Jing Yuan has a way of bringing sunlight to you, regardless of how much you avoid the warm rays. (1.5k words)
✮⋆˙ A/N: first post!! jing yuan has such a lazy/cozy feel and I'm still trying to gauge his personality so sorry if it's a bit ooc!!
✮⋆˙ Warning(s)/Content: forgemaster!reader; implications of mental health concerns (nothing heavy); can be read as platonic or romantic; fluffy fluff, teasing
✮⋆˙ jing yuan x gn!reader
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Hearing three knocks against your door on a sunny winter evening could only signify one thing.
Not even trying to conceal the lack of surprise on your face, you open the door for your expected visitor; as usual, Jing Yuan greets you with a pleasant smile, hands comfortably clasped behind his back as he strides in like he owns the place, opens the curtains, and makes himself at home.
“Arbiter General,” you murmur, almost as if scripted.
“Forgemaster,” he replies in turn with a twinkle in his eyes, also as expected.
You don’t ask if he wants tea, opting to pour two cups and place them on the table as you both sit down. Forgemaster Yingxing had always taught you to be polite to guests, but that was a very long time ago, and Jing Yuan wasn’t just any guest.
“There’s a festival in Aurum Alley this evening,” Jing Yuan muses as he eyes the tea with interest, picking the small cup up as he gives the hot liquid a gentle blow and careful sip.
You know where he’s going with this, so at this point, the best course of action is feigned indifference and avoidance. “And you came all the way over here to let me know? Especially during such a busy day at The Seat of Divine Foresight?”
You take a ginger sip of the tea, grimacing as it burns the tip of your tongue, before placing it back down on the table. Master Yingxing’s tea was far superior to yours anyway—if he could see the hot garbage you’d brewed, he would have scolded your skills all afternoon.
Jing Yuan’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “Astute as always. You should get out of the house more.”
“I leave the house,” you try not to sound defensive, squinting at the man sitting across from you. “I go to the forge every day.”
“Other than there?”
“And… I went to the market last week,” you grumble, rooting around in your brain for excuses. Lamely, all you come up with is a throwaway line about being too busy that you know Jing Yuan won’t buy. Anyone else would accept the lies that rolled off your tongue like second nature, but not Jing Yuan. He knew you and your habits all too well.
He stands up, dusting his pants off with a lazy smile. “Wonderful, grab your coat.”
“No, Jing Yuan. No.” You respond too quickly, shooting up as you wrack your brain for an excuse.
The softness with which he calls your name is lost to the roaring silence of the room and you know what face he’s making without even looking.
That corner above the cupboard really needs dusting. Master Yingxing would sneeze because of the dust, and he’d blame allergy season. Maybe tonight—
“Only for a little while,” he coaxes, as he swipes a strand of hair from obscuring your eyes. Maybe that’s what makes you meet his eyes: golden and full of life as usual, albeit with his dark circles that seemed worse than before.
“I’ll think about it,” you sigh tiredly, reaching up to run your fingers under his eyes. “You should sleep more, Jing Yuan. You look tired.”
A laugh rumbles out of him at that as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You can’t help but let the corners of your mouth quirk up in response. “Don’t let the others at The Seat of Divine Foresight hear you say that.”
“If only you would stop sneaking away at the sight of paperwork, maybe they wouldn’t be so wary of your work ethic,” you scold halfheartedly.
Jing Yuan simply watches you, an adoring smile peeking out that makes you want to push him away from you, embarrassed. Instead, you card your fingers through his hair, murmuring how his ribbon is coming loose as you free it from his snowy locks.
He sighs, letting his eyes flutter shut as you tug through his fluffy hair, replicating his usual hairstyle with practiced ease. You let your thoughts wander to when you used to re-tie his hair every day after it came loose during sparring while Master Yingxing went to go meet with sword master Jingliu and the others.
“How’s Yanqing’s training coming along?” Breaking the delicate silence, your voice always sounds unfamiliar these days; the results of less use, you suppose.
A golden eye cracks open to peer at you, and Jing Yuan lets out another sigh, this time more rueful. “You know how he tends to be. It still surprises me the speed with which he is able to pick up on new techniques and skills, but that obsession with winning and losing…” Jing Yuan trails off. “It’s like I say, if you treat him as a child, he'll put on the airs of an adult. If you treat him as an adult, he'll show the temperament of a child.”
“It’s a difficult age. Remember how you used to be?”
You bite back a snicker at the mock-offended look Jing Yuan shoots you.
“I don’t quite remember it like that,” he says. “I believe I was a joy to be around at every age.”
“I’m sure you remember it like that.”
“How else could you remember it?”
You take a break from playing with his hair to flick him on the forehead, at which he lets out a soft hiss, rubbing the small red mark and catching your hand before you can give him another one. “So mean.”
With a scoff, you make no move to remove your hand from his grip, letting yourself relax in his grasp. “You were nothing short of a terror. Anytime I tried to hang out with you it was always ‘Let’s spar here!’ or ‘Extra training is basically hanging out!’. I got so sick of you that I told Master Yingxing to stop meeting Master Jingliu when I was around.”
“Was I… really like that?” You can’t help but laugh at Jing Yuan’s face, ignoring the smile creeping onto his face at the sight of your laughter.
“All I’m saying is that he’ll grow out of it, just like you did. Kids are desperate to prove themselves at that age. You ought to praise him a little more,” you advise him softly.
“I give praise where it is deserved,” Jing Yuan places your clasped hands on his chest with fake affrontedness, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he huffs in amusement.
“Yet I am expected to praise you even when you are undeserving?”
“I hadn’t realized there were times where I was ever undeserving of praise?” You can’t help to smack him with the hand that was resting on his chest as he pretends to ponder.
“Speaking of Yanqing though—” you start before Jing Yuan interrupts.
“I thought we were speaking about me?”
The roll of your eyes seemed to simply be an intrinsic reaction to Jing Yuan’s teases after all these years of dealing with his painfully fatherly sense of humor.
“General.”
The pleased smile on his face only curled higher. “I’m listening.”
“As I was saying, Yanqing’s birthday is approaching this month. Maybe it’s time he finally receives a sword from the Forgemaster on his birthday this year?”
“I can already imagine his tears of joy. He still asks when he can meet you sometimes. I admit I have yet to give him an answer in fear that he will spend every moment not used for training to instead bother you incessantly at your forge.”
“Like father, like son, I suppose. Send him around—it’s truly no bother. It would also help me figure out a suitable blade for him.”
You pretend to not see the way Jing Yuan’s brows knit together at your teasing jab.
“Come watch us train sometime soon. To help you gauge his fighting style, of course,” Jing Yuan remarks lightly.
“Of course,” you echo. Giving him a look before sighing, you grab your coat off the hook, opening the door for him as you slip it on. “Only for a little while at the festival, please. And no buying or winning me anything while we’re there.”
Jing Yuan doesn’t even try to hide the smile unfurling on his face and you know the next words that come out of his mouth are bound to be an easy lie. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else, Forgemaster.”
From spending every free minute together as kids to only seeing him when he came knocking on your door every single day. No matter what happened, the sun always rose the next day. And no matter what happened, your Jing Yuan was always there.
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thanks for reading!! ✮⋆˙
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ryescapades · 1 month ago
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mine all mine | kaiju no. 8
characters: narumi gen x gn!reader cw: a bit ooc maybe but overall just fluff a/n: from this req! lowkey reminds me of darling dearest lol 1k wc
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it's been almost an hour, and narumi is peeved. extremely, remarkably and astronomically peeved.
the kaiju attacks this year have been increasing exponentially, and so is the number of officers being dispatched everyday for the subjugation.
as a former operations leader, the amount of knowledge you have about the monsters is close to an infinitesimal amount, as studying kaiju has always been a significant part in your life. though it was only a matter of time before you discovered that you also possess an affinity in field-work as well.
able to bring out an astoundingly high combat power from the suit without prior training, you were immediately sent to be recruited as a soldier in the first division. not to mention a lot of people considered you as someone who is quite easy on the eyes.
an eye candy... so to speak. in short, you have it all; beauty, brains and brawn.
narumi has never had his ego swell this much but with you? he's so fucking proud he almost went up the tokyo tower just to shout out how incredible you are to the entirety of japan.
much to his dismay though, even the general public could attest to the same thing, seeing as how lately they've been making every effort to separate the two of you by catching you post-mission, regardless of the destruction and gore around them. he knows that the country knows you're with him, but that still doesn't make it any less irritating (it's even worse that these fans of yours are not among his own).
and today is no different.
there is a rowdy group of reporters and fans alike crowding around you, asking this and that while you're trying your best to adhere to each one of their requests. narumi is sure none of those extras is aware of it, but there's that hint of discomfort tinging in your eyes. he can see it as clear as day. but then again, narumi always notices all the little things about you.
why wouldn't he? you're the apple of his eye, his lover, his muse. it's only right that he paints the absolute perfection that is you on the canvas of his mind.
sauntering over with light footsteps, narumi relishes the way the small horde of people parts for him as he approaches you at the center of the commotion. his lips curl upwards into a smirk then, eyeing the people who are still hungrily vying for your attention, though some of them are starting to look at him with wariness.
one or two microphones are being shoved in your face, enthusiastic voices filling the space around you as you let out a bashful chuckle. "thanks for coming to see me here, really but—" your breath catches in your throat when an arm sneaks around your waist from behind before it settles on the side of your hips.
snapping your head around, your heart picks up its pace when your eyes connected with a pair of rosy, blooming irises. "oh - gen, hi! what are you doing here?" you ask inquisitively, assuming he had already gone back to base to report.
his teeth catch on his bottom lip, slightly in a trance as he continues to gaze at you. your blinding smile oozes so much of that familiar adoration and narumi almost kissed you right then and there in front of these... NPCs.
your boyfriend tucks you close to his front, letting you lean your body against his chest. his heart steadily beats against your back, and he really hopes that you can hear it. he needs you to hear it, in fact.
call him sappy, but narumi wants you to know his heart beats for you. it is a euphony that he makes sure only you can decipher the meaning of, and one he knows can never be attuned to anybody else.
"waiting for you, duh— wha - hey! turn that flash off!" he complains at one of the closest in particular, blinking his eyes from the temporary blinding light before sending them a scowl.
deciding to let him interact with your 'admirers' too, you continue to entertain them with small talks, selfies, receiving gifts and the likes when suddenly the girl in front of you gasps in surprise and mild irritation, the phone she once held nearly tumbling out of her hands as her eyes are glued to something behind you.
confused, you turn to see what her deal is but all that meets your eyes is narumi raising his eyebrows in question, a goofy smile plastered on his handsome face. if you didn't know any better, you would've thought there was a tail wagging curiously behind him. you giggle, forehead creasing slightly. "why are you smiling like that?"
"nothing. why can't i just smile for no reason?" he pouts as his fingers gently rub at your waist, his expression exuding only that of complete innocence before you shake your head fondly and turn back to the crowd. unbeknownst to you, narumi doesn't bother taking down the middle finger he was holding up behind his back, directed towards the guys especially and hidden from most cameras.
additionally, he couldn't find it in himself to feel any shame or guilt for sticking his tongue out at every flashing lens there is. the glaring competition he's currently having with that random girl still proceeds, both not wanting to back down in order to win the biggest prize of all; your attention and recognition.
regardless, it is the compelling truth that your affection only belongs to him, and there is no way he, your very much amazing boyfriend, is going to lose to some nobodies.
narumi gen is no artist, nor is he any poet. but one thing he knows is that he is yours, just as much as you are his, and his alone.
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dixons-sunshine · 2 months ago
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hi!! i absolutely adore your writing, could i request daryl and gn!reader celebrating the reader’s birthday (fluff please)? it’s my birthday and i’m a very guilty lover of self-indulgent fics 💗
Happy Birthday, Bug | Daryl Dixon x Reader
A/N: Happy birthday, my love! I’m sorry this is so rushed and not my best work, and probably not what you had in mind, but I hope you like this! (Also, I feel like Daryl is a bit ooc in this, but I’m rolling with it lol.)
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“Daryl, where are you taking me? We’ve been walking forever,” Your voice rung out through the air. To say you were confused about the archer’s behaviour would be an understatement. Having been together since the fall of the farm, you had slowly but surely started chipping away at his walls, worming your way into his heart and soul. Due to that, you could read the huntsman quite well.
However, at that particular moment, as you followed Daryl deeper into a part of the prison that you had yet to explore since it had been cleared out, you realized that there were still moments where you just couldn’t decipher what was going on in his complex mind.
“Jus’ follow me, Bug,” Daryl chuckled, his crossbow lifted in front of him in case the two of you encountered any threats that could potentially be lurking in the shadows. “Promise we’re almost there.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said ten minutes ago,” you mumbled, grimacing at the pain that shot through your elbow when you accidentally hit it against the side of the wall when you and Daryl took yet another turn.
Daryl heard the slight hiss that left your mouth, and he shot you a concerned look over your shoulder. “Y’alright?”
“I’m fine,” you reassured him with a small nod. “I’d feel even better if I knew where we were going and why I was dragged out of our cell at...” You checked your watch, one of the few items that somehow still worked after all that time. “Eight in the morning, when I was asleep after getting back from my watch shift.”
Daryl simply turned his head, not trusting his face to remain neutral, and he was correct in his mistrust; a small smile spread across his face. You didn’t even realize what made this particular day so special. That just added to the element of surprise. “S’a surprise,” he mused, taking another turn down a corridor. The surprise was set up quite a bit away from the main part of the prison, due to the fact that Daryl didn’t want anyone, especially not the newest additions to the group—the Woodbury residents—interrupting what he hoped would be a good moment.
“Wha—” Your response to his words were cut off when the archer came to an abrupt stop. You collided against his back, nearly falling flat on your behind. You would have, had it not been for the fact that Daryl turned around caught you just in time. You sent him a grateful smile, although a tinge of playfulness was laced in it. “Is my surprise being in the arms of the man I love? Because if it is, I can tell you that you didn’t have to go through all of this. I gladly would’ve let you hold me if you just asked.”
Daryl rolled his eyes affectionately and stepped away, before walking to stand behind your back. “Nah, s’not yer surprise.” He covered your eyes with his hands, ignoring your sounds of protests as he slowly and carefully led you a few steps further, guiding you down a final turn, right to your surprise. “This is.”
His hands fell away from your eyes, and you gasped at the sight in front of you; rose petals littered the ground, leading up to a table that held two bowls of what you assumed to be some sort of stew, a bottle of whiskey resting in the middle, and the scene was illuminated by a few candles surrounding the table.
“Happy Birthday, Bug,” Daryl whispered in your ear from behind, his hands rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing manner.
A surprised laugh escaped your chest, and you shook your head at yourself for forgetting what day it was. However, in your defense, with everything going on, it was a bit hard to keep track of the days, so you were pleasantly surprised to know that Daryl had done so. You turned to him in surprise. “How’d you know it was my birthday?” you questioned, still amazed by the effort your partner had put into his surprise for you, one you greatly appreciated.
Daryl shrugged nonchalantly. “Beth’s been keepin’ track’a the days in that diary of hers. Asked her to tell me when yer birthday was comin’ up, so that I could do somethin’ special for you.” Unbidden, a look of insecurity flashed through his eyes. Did you hate the surprise? “M’sorry this ain’t exactly like those movies. I asked Carol to help me set this up, and we did the best we could with the things we could find. I wanted this to be at night, like the movies, but I have to keep watch tonight, so I figured—”
You cut Daryl’s rambling off by pressing a soft, tender kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, you gave him a big smile. “It’s perfect,” you reassured him softly, your hands gently cupping his cheeks. “It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”
Daryl smiled bashfully. “Ain’t nothin’.” Suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, and you gasped at the object in his hands—it was a bracelet with little bees and fireflies as the charms, and the sentiment, the callback to the nickname he so affectionately called you, made you tear up. “I, uh... I got this for ya.”
You pulled Daryl in for a hug, one that took the archer off guard, but he reciprocated nonetheless. “Thank you,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into his chest.
Daryl rested his chin on top of your head, his heart swelling with love for you. “‘Course,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on top of your head. “I love ya, Bug.”
“And I love you, Daryl. I love you so much.”
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evil-lovergirl · 2 months ago
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WRITE A RENTAL AU WITH FLORIAN AND MY LIFE IS YOURS😈😈😈
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! short nsfw fic . . . florian brand , fire investigator . . . >> RENT-A-PARTNER AU! >> includes a 'rented' reader, florian attempts to tempt reader out of being a rental, gets pegged stupid instead, reader is not depicted as a 'good' person, pegging [char. receiving], whiny florian, one-sided love (char. > reader), implied one-night stand, no aftercare, modern au, most likely ooc, lowercase intended
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it wasn't meant to come to this, florian reminds himself as he watches you slowly climb on top of him, feeling his heart beat faster, unsure if it was from the impending thrill or something else.
he was just curious, he watches you undo his pants and boxers, now between his legs as he feels your hands make their way to his hips, squeezing tightly enough to make him giggle and shift in your grip.
but it doesn't mean he wants to let you go, afterall, nobody else has ever made him feel so excited when simply putting lube on, your fingers making sure to get it all as deep as possible inside of him, a couple of breathy moans escaping him as you prepped him.
he remembers the first time he rented you out. he thought it was funny - people buying out temporary lovers. he's stumbled across your profile by accident ; truly, he really was just curious, curious enough to rent you out for one simple day. why had you so many good reviews? why were you so desired? such a high price for that first date, but maybe it was worth it.
however, he doesn't really care now. he saw your pretty little face, that sweet voice of yours, and he was smitten. you put up with his eccentricity - even if it was in the name of money - better than anyone else he's ever met.
how could he not love it when you pull your fingers out of him, leaving him to whine at the emptiness before pressing the tip of your strap against his hole that tightened around nothing?
"you know, y-you- haah - could d-do this every- nnghh - day to m-me," he pants out as you huff at his words. nothing new to you, of course.
"let's not fantasize about such things now, doll." you chastise, not giving him a word before slamming your hips into his, his eyes immediately rolling back as he tensed for a moment.
"ngh! g-give me a- haah - warning first, why don't y-you?"
"i thought you liked the surprise?" you muse as your hands grip his waist tight enough to leave red marks in their wake before you slowly begin to move the strap insid of him.
"you know me sooo well..." he mumbled with a silly grin as his arms reached out to loops around your neck, ankles locking behind your back.
"maybe because you rent me out too much," your thrusts become a bit rougher, causing him to bite his bottom lip and let out a huff from his nose.
"don't s-say that, you know, you l-like- mm.. this as much a-as i do," his eyes fluttered shut for a moment from the feeling of your strap buried so deeply inside of him, drool dripping out his mouth as he parted his lips, "you l-love me, don't you?"
"you know what my answer is to that," your thrusts grow rougher, tip of the strag hitting his prostate, causing his back to arch off the mattress and a long mewl to escape him as you continued to pound into his sensitive spot.
"y-you're shooo mean... you wouldn't - ah, ah - choose meee?"
"i'd choose your money," you tease as you continue to pound into him, rougher and rougher until he clawed at your back and shoulders, whining as he was close to his climax.
"youu.. a-ahh, nnmmf... too good," he melwed, drool freely falling down his chin before he tightened his legs around your back, grinding himself down onto the strap as he let out a loud and long moan, cumming all over his own abdomen.
"yeah, i can see." you mumble in amusement, hands letting go of his waist rather swiftly after his release. his arms loosen around your neck before he moved one hand to hold onto your forearm.
"y-you.. gonna clean me.. up?"
a cruel smile grew onto your lips.
"why would i? i'm not your lover."
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milksnake-tea · 1 year ago
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warning: probably an ooc neuvillette i havent touched genshin in three months i know nothing about him this is based purely off vibes. also gets kinda suggestive at the end but dw its open ended BYE
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Thinking about being a phantom thief in Fontaine.
A notorious criminal that simply boggles, and quite honestly, infuriates the minds of the authorities.
You leave behind calling cards as a patronizing warning, and take whatever so happens to catch your eye - slipping past any level of security, no matter how strong. You willingly put your (fake) name out to the world, flaunting it even, and yet, no arrests have been made.
How could they, after all? How could you arrest a person who didn't exist?
Your name has become a curse among the voices of officers and lawmakers alike. Whenever a case has your name painted over it, all the investigators can expect is a headache. After all, you're a professional - and professionals don't leave behind any clue unintentionally.
And in a similar fashion, the only way you're caught is when you allow yourself to be caught.
Neuvillette can only sigh in exasperation you enter his office through the window once again, the quiet breeze and the clink of a lock being pried open being the only indicators of your existence.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, a smile on your lips as you press a kiss right behind his pointed ears - feeling as he shivers, just a little bit, under your touch.
"I believe I told you to enter through the door," Neuvillette mutters, leaning back into your embrace, tilting his head up to stare up at you. Your lips tug into a smirk.
"Since when do I listen to you, mon cherie?" you laugh, an airy little chuckle like a windchime. You peck his nose, snickering as he wrinkles it. "Now, now, don't pout. You know I can't come in the normal way. I'd be arrested on the spot if I were to be caught entering the Chief Justice's office."
"You, be caught?" Neuvillette questions, raising his brow playfully. You hum, resting your chin on his shoulder, nuzzling him.
"Yes," you insist. "This place has so much security, all for you, my dear. Even I would have trouble simply walking through the front doors."
"And so you decide to scale the walls and break in through my window?"
"Precisely." Your hand comes to cup at Neuvillette's face, turning him to face you. "And now do you see how much trouble I go through, just to see you?"
"Unnecessary trouble," Neuvillette replies, unbothered. You roll your eyes.
"Goodness, just what did I do to deserve such an ungrateful lover?" you weep dramatically, jutting out your lip as you pout. "You know, there are hundreds of ladies out there who can only wish their husbands did a tenth of what I do for you."
"I apologize." A sliver of a laugh leaves Neuvillette's lips, his eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"
You hum, your gloved hand taking a firmer hold of his chin, your thumb running over his lip. Neuvillette doesn't resist when you open his lips slightly, pressing down on his bottom lip with your thumb.
"I think you know what," you mused.
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reblogs w comments are appreciated !!
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shalomniscient · 4 months ago
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CAT & MOUSE || jane doe x reader [NSFT][MDNI]
“I didn’t think you could be this good, little mouse,” you remark, lounging back in the plush of your leather office chair, swirling your glass of tequila in one hand. One of your legs is crossed over the other, the polished sheen of your shoe gleaming in the low light, almost reflecting the serene smile of the woman before you. Her long, wiry tail flicks idly on the ground, deceptively casual, as if she isn’t holding you at corporate gunpoint. The ice in your glass clinks as it shifts, melting and dissolving into the depths of your drink. “At the sex, or the espionage?” she asks, and you indulge in a thin smile of your own at her confidence. “Both,” you answer, and it’s the only honest thing either of you will tell each other tonight. Or, your secretary turns out to not just be a regular secretary. Which is bad, because she’s seen both the corporate skeletons in your closet and the delicate sheets of your bed, and that’s far too much of your figurative and literal furniture for anyone not on your payroll to know. Though at the very least, you plan on making what should be your last night as CEO an enjoyable one—which interestingly enough, is a sentiment your traitorous little secretary seems to share.
cw. [NSFT][MDNI] strap-ons, hair pulling, tail pulling (?), degradation, biting, rough sex
notes. this one’s for u @nbdaddykink 🫡🫡🫡 bon appetitty 👀👀👀 also reader has some cat thiren (?) characteristics because themes, and also a bit of a corporate scumbag. also written before character release !!! if this becomes ooc post-release please do not kill me tq
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“Your name isn’t even Natasha, is it?” you ask idly, despite already knowing the answer. You rest one arm on the armrest of your chair, leaning your head against your knuckles as you drink in the sight of her. The shadows cut her into a new light, an odd little contradiction you’ve come to realise that she quite adores. To be seen more clearly in the dark, and to catch cats in mousetraps—you can’t help the grudging smile on your face as you muse to yourself. What an odd little creature she is.
“No,” she replies eventually, that picture perfect smile never once leaving her expression. After a beat, she tilts her head, tail swishing behind her. “But you can call me Jane.”
You hum. “Is that your real name, then?”
“What is real and what isn’t only comes down to a matter of perception.”
You almost laugh at the non-answer, sheer excellence in corporate deflection. “It’s really a shame, little mouse. You were the best secretary I ever had.”
“Don’t worry,” she returns, a smirk tugging on her painted lips, “you’ll have no need for secretaries where you’re going.”
You do laugh at that, just a little. A jail cell? What a cute pipe dream. You’d get a home arrest at worst—though you can indulge in the idealism of it for a little. You take a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes trained on her as the liquid burns like fire down your throat. Your ears twitch, and you can hear her heartbeat; calm and steady. You like it more when it’s racing.
You set down your glass with an exaggerated sigh. “And here I thought we had something good going, Jane. I even packed a little surprise for you tonight.”
Her pulse jumps, and you have to bite back the victorious upward quirk of your lip. For all she seemed to be a consummate professional at whatever her real job is, you’ve found that Jane has a remarkable weakness—or fondness—for debauchery. Not that you’re complaining, of course; not when Jane looks like that. You make a show of uncrossing your legs, clearly displaying the outline of your strap under your slacks. Those sharp eyes immediately fly down to your crotch, and this time there’s no holding back your smug grin.
“Is this a bribe?” she manages after a beat, her voice light and airy despite her words. “That’s a felony too, you know.”
“I’d never do such a thing,” you say dryly. “Consider it an offer from a… friend. For old times’ sake, hm?”
Something glints in Jane’s eyes, and for all she can set up her little mousetraps, so can you. You were not born without these teeth and claws for no reason, after all. Hunting is in your DNA, and there’s a dull ache in your canines as you wait for her answer. She gives it to you by striding forward to shamelessly sit herself in your lap.
“I suppose I can indulge you in a little bit of fun,” she breathes, leaning in close enough for her breath to tickle the tufted fur of your ears. “You’re a damn good fuck, anyways.”
You manage a low hiss before crashing your lips against hers. Her tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and you abandon your glass in favor of gripping her waist in your hands—small enough that your thumbs nearly meet over her belly. You barely manage to suppress the full- body shudder that threatens to consume you at the thought of stuffing her full of your cock soon, and watching the ridge in her cute tummy appear and disappear as you fuck into her.
Jane’s kisses have always been greedy, needy things that leave your lips kiss-swollen after. Her teeth nip on your lower lip and you growl, before rising to your feet. Jane makes a small, surprised noise before wrapping her legs around you, her tail looping deliberately lower to squeeze your ass. You swallow her little giggle with another hungry kiss as you walk over to your desk, before unceremoniously dumping her onto the hardwood and hiking her skirt up.
Her scent fills your lungs as one of your hands leaves her waist to trail a finger up her clothed, dripping cunt. You give an experimental roll of your hips, the tip of your faux cock pressing against her through the layers of fabric, and she exhales a pleased sigh like music to your ears. “Did you like that, little mouse?” you hum, your other hand squeezing her thigh and pushing it up until her ankle rests on your shoulder, spreading her nice and open for you. “Always so needy.”
Jane only looks at you with eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk on her face, though the pure desire in her eyes is unmistakable. “Says the one who offered.”
Touché, you think, not that you’d ever admit that to her. Instead you settle for tugging her ruined underwear to the side, retracting your claws and pushing two fingers knuckle deep into her wet cunt. Jane arches her back at the sudden intrusion, squeezing tight around your fingers, any more of her smartness dying in her throat. You don’t give her a moment of reprieve, fucking your fingers into her with such force and speed that the wet sounds of you working her dripping cunt echo throughout your office. Your other hand presses down on her stomach, keeping her in place as she rockets and writhes to orgasm beneath you. Her legs wrap tighter around you, her tail snaking down to constrict around one of your legs.
“Gonna cum, little mouse?” you ask, voice low. Your thumb presses against her clit, and Jane’s body jerks, a pitchy squeak leaving her lips. She’s definitely close. You work your entire hand harder against her, inside her, your two fingers ruthlessly rubbing against the patch of nerves in her cunt as your thumb draws figure-eights on her stiff clit.
Jane's eyes meet yours through her long lashes, and you can tell she's close. There's a dusting of red on her plush, round cheeks, and you have to resist the urge to lean down and nip at them. Her little ears twitch, pressed flat to her skull from how you play her body like a damn instrument. The look in her eyes is hungry, almost as if she wants to devour you, instead. It stokes a bigger fire in you than anything you've ever experienced. With one more practiced curl of your fingers, you draw Jane over the edge, and she cums with a high-pitched whine, blunt nails digging into the finely pressed suit on your back. Her cunt bears down like a vise on your fingers, squeezing so tightly as if she's trying to cut off your circulation. Her tail lashes back and forth like a whip, the sharp end scoring lines into the wooden paneling of your office floor.
You don't give her any sort of reprieve, though. After all, she still betrayed you—you have some steam to work off. So you withdraw your fingers with a slick squelching noise and flip her onto her front, one hand pressing her into the desk by the small of her back, just above where her tail begins, while the other hurriedly undoes the zipper of your slacks. She pants as she throws a look at you over her shoulder, eyes blown wide, only to roll back into her skull when you shove all eight inches into her sopping cunt with one smooth thrust.
"That's it," you croon, "such a good whore, aren't you?" Jane's fingers claw into your desk as she scrabbles for purchase, for some sort of grounding as you rearrange her guts. Her tail twitches each time you bottom out in her, and you take the opportunity to wrap the thin length of it around your hand before using it to pull her back onto your cock with each thrust you make forward. Jane shrieks beneath you, and some lingering primal instinct in your brain snarls in victory at the sound.
You lean down, hips battering against her perfect, round ass that bounces with each drive of your dick. You nip at her little mousey ear, delighting in the squeaky noise that leaves her lips at the feel of your fangs. "Maybe you should have invested in a collar instead of a mousetrap," you sneer, moving lower to sink your teeth into her shoulder. Your breath cascades over her skin and you feel her shiver beneath you.
A shame that your cock is only plastic. You would’ve loved to know how her cunt feels, clenching down on her. But this is fine too, as you watch the reverb of her plush ass every time your hips collide with it. Your free hand can’t help but be drawn towards it, squeezing one cheek until red lines appear on her creamy skin. Everything about her is so… bitable. All you want to do is sink your teeth into her and never let go. You double your efforts, and you’re rewarded by another whiny moan from the woman beneath you. Her legs kick out, or at least attempt to, as the pleasure mounts and mounts low in her belly.
“F-fuck,” she gasps, panting in between her lewd cries, “fuck, I’m going to—“
Your hand travels from her ass, under her body and back to her clit, and Jane groans. Her fingers find the edge of your desk and she grips it until her knuckles go white with force. You flick at her clit before rubbing it between the pads of your fingers, your other hand tugging back on her tail again. You trade your speed for depth, ensuring the tip of your cock kisses as close as possible to her cervix.
“Go on,” you command, “cum on my cock, like I know you want to.”
It’s perhaps the last order you’ll ever give her, and Jane obeys gorgeously. A scream rips from her lips, her entire body jerking with the force of her orgasm. You pin her to the desk with your hands and your hips as she thrashes, utterly lost in the throes of pleasure, your cock seated as deeply as it can go inside her tight pussy. You can’t help but lean down and sink your teeth into the nape of her neck at the sight, some intrinsic instinct to mate taking over you.
It takes some time before Jane returns to her senses, and uncoils her tail from your hand. You move to withdraw, but the prehensile appendage loops around your waist, all while she still rests against your desk.
“Oh?” you hum, as the tip of her tail travels up your body, the sharp ends prodding at your jugular. Jane pushes herself up from your desk, the image of debauchery, with her makeup smudged but still holding that insatiable hunger in her eyes. She glances out of the large office window at the glittering city below, the lights shining more like starlight than anything that could be seen from above. When she turns to you, her expression is an invitation.
“There’s still some time left,” she says after a beat. “Maybe we can make the most of it.”
She doesn’t need to tell you twice.
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