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starmaidengarden · 16 days ago

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@meime13 request: OMG, I just read what i requested, it was super cute, tbh, I didn't expected u to reply to my request, thank u very much, i think at this rate i'll become a bit greedy and always sending requests, ofc, if u don't mind, thank u very much Can I request smth else? Of course if u don't mind, may I request headcanons second year students (+Ace, if it's too much u can ignore it) with an s/o who's really sensitive, like can get provoked really easily and can cry from anger as well, and takes things personally sometimes without realizing it and sometimes unconsciously victimize herself and really subjective altho she claims to be "logical", and she absolutely hate this side of her and wish she was stone hearted person or emotionless and use her brain instead of her heart Sorry for too much yapping, it's ok if u don't accept the request, tbh i think i got a lil too excited, Take care

— 2nd years : ace : x gn!reader. victimize, ace being ace. established relationship. dividers : uzmacchiato!

a/n: no worries! I love your headcanons! Feel free to send as many requests as you like. There was a problem with the request where I couldn't add pictures. Sorry to do it this way again. hope you enjoy!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ At first, Riddle might have a tough time with how you react—he used to keep his feelings bottled up, thinking they were a weakness. But when he sees you cry or take things seriously, it hits him hard.

⭑.ᐟ He really tries to tread carefully around you and feels bad if he comes off too harsh. “Being pushed by your emotions isn’t a bad thing. It just needs a little guidance instead of pushing it away.” He’ll help you find ways to handle your feelings better—like journaling, or even venting sessions.

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ At first, he might be kind of clueless and joke around too much, unintentionally setting you off. When he realizes his teasing has hurt you, his behavior changes completely. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! Damn, I’m really sorry—I was just messing around.” He’d feel really bad seeing you cry out of frustration or anger, especially if it was triggered by something he said.

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t like seeing you hate yourself over your feelings and often tries to reassure you. “If you were just some emotionless robot, I probably wouldn’t even like you,” he says with a half-smile, hoping to lighten the mood. When you're overwhelmed, he tries to help you work through your feelings logically, but he’s learned to listen more and push less. He understands that being present for you, especially in tough moments, is what truly matters.

Ruggie Bucchi ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Ruggie is really good at brushing things off, so he’s surprised by how seriously you take everything. He often jokes about stuff that upsets you, not because he intends any harm, but because that’s just how he deals with things—and it usually backfires. When he sees you getting upset or spiraling into negative thoughts about yourself, he shifts into serious mode.

⭑.ᐟ He quietly brings you some food, sits next to you, and lets you vent until you calm down. Then, he teases you just enough to help you get out of your head. He reminds you that feeling emotions is part of getting through life; not everything has to be so logical all the time. “Even if you feel too much sometimes, I’d rather that than you not care at all.”

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Azul truly understands your deep-seated feelings, even if he presents a tough surface. He knows what it’s like to struggle with parts of yourself that you can’t change, particularly the lingering fear of being perceived as “weak.” Initially, he is taken aback by your emotional outbursts and tries to resolve everything with logic, which only deepens your distress.

⭑.ᐟ However, once he realizes this approach isn’t effective, he shifts. He begins offering you more compliments and the emotional support you’ve been missing. Also, he enjoys helping you work through your thoughts, gently guiding you past any negative thinking. “Even if you can’t see it right now, I promise—what I see is someone worth listening to.”

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Jade is really in tune with your feelings—he picks up on your emotional shifts even before you do. He never makes you feel dumb or irrational for crying or reacting strongly. His voice has this calm, soothing vibe, kind of like a lullaby. When you’re stuck in a loop of self-hate, he helps you flip your thoughts around. “Your feelings are part of what makes you, you. Why get rid of something so human?”

⭑.ᐟ He’s the kind of person who helps you figure out your reactions without judging. He’s never condescending but does push back a bit “Do you really want to be emotionless, or do you just want to avoid getting hurt so easily?”

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Floyd really loves your passionate side because it’s all over the place and real. He never judges you for it, even if he doesn’t always get it. If you’re crying out of anger, he gets fired up too— “Who messed with you? Want me to take care of them?” He’s not the type to baby you, but he knows how to comfort you in his own way—with tight hugs and holding your face, telling you, “I like Shrimpy just like this. Don’t change and become boring.”

⭑.ᐟ He can be pretty blunt and might say stuff that ends up hurting your feelings without meaning to. Then he gets a bit mopey if you take it too hard, like, “I didn’t mean it that way, don’t be like that…” Floyd appreciates your honesty, even if it leads to tears because you’re never boring, and that’s what he loves the most.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t judge you for crying or getting upset—often. However, since he is such a cheerful person, he sometimes fails to notice when you're really struggling internally or blaming yourself.

⭑.ᐟ When he does pick up on it, he responds by showing even more affection: giving you hugs, showering you with compliments, and listing all the reasons he loves how expressive you are. He’s not interested in changing you; he simply reminds you that it’s completely okay to be emotional—it just shows how much you care. “Honestly, if you weren’t like this, I probably wouldn’t have fallen for you. You make everything feel so real.”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Jamil picks up on everything, even the little stuff, like small expressions and changes in your mood. He may not always say anything, but he knows exactly how easily you can get hurt. When you get upset and cry from anger, he helps you take deep breaths while giving you some space. Later on, he’ll sit next to you and ask if you want to talk or let it all out.

⭑.ᐟ He also tries to share some of his grounding tricks with you, like breathing techniques or mental checklists, to help you work through your feelings. “You don’t have to be emotionless to be strong. Honestly, it just means your heart is more open than mine ever was.”

Silver ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Silver is incredibly patient with you, your sensitivity doesn’t bother him. When you feel overwhelmed, he speaks to you softly and doesn’t push you to "make sense" of things—he simply waits until you feel safe.

⭑.ᐟ He encourages you to take it easy, find your footing, and slow down. “You don’t have to figure everything out. Sometimes you just need to feel it.” If you express a desire to be emotionless, he frowns, “That would be a shame. Your feelings are what make you, you.”

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liliavanrougelover · 1 month ago

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TWST dads

Summary: What kind of dad would the NRC boys be?

Characters: NRC students

A/N: This isn't really an "X reader" unless you imagine yourself as the other parent. This was fun to write, I hope it's fun to read. (Don't tell anyone, but this isn't proofread.)

Riddle Rosehearts: The strict dad

Not super strict, but strict enough. He’s always enforcing rules and monitors his kid(s) grades like a hawk. If he catches them breaking rules he set in place, he won’t yell, but he will tell them why they shouldn’t do that. Depending on the severity of what they did, he might ground them. He tries not to be overbearing or as strict as his mom was with him. He just wants to show his kid(s) that he cares in the best way he knows how. And if he’s scared of being too harsh on his kid(s) he’ll talk to his partner and friends. He just wants to be a good dad.

Trey Clover: The dad

Not a specific type of dad. Just a dad. He’s top-tier dad material. Trey will teach his kid(s) everything, he’ll support their interest, help them with homework, bake desserts for them when they do something good. He does everything a dad should do. Just typical, good dad behavior. Everyone wants Trey as their dad. His kid(s) absolutely love him. Even when he grounds them and they get mad at him.

Cater Diamond: The influencer dad

This isn’t in the way that he posts his kid(s) entire life on social media, but will just post pictures when they’re being cute. If they have a cute onesie on, he’ll take pictures and post it online talking about how cute they look in it. He’ll post pictures of a birthday party, wishing them a happy birthday. He just wants people to know how cute his kid(s) is/are. And he will delete every negative comment, because he won’t allow false information to be spread. Most of the time though, he’s too busy loving his kid(s) to even think about social media.

Deuce Spade: The supportive dad

Deuce tries to support his kid(s) as best as he can. He’ll do his best to help with homework, he’ll try to engage in their interest, he’ll tell them to just be themselves. He’ll listen to his kid(s) talk about something they’re passionate about, and he’ll ask questions to let them know he’s listening. He tries so hard. He’s not always the best, but he tries. There are many times where he won’t know what his kid is talking about, but he’ll listen so intently. He wants his kids to know that he loves and cares for them. He has the hardest time punishing them though. He’ll ground them, but the moment he’s alone, he talks to his partner about how bad he feels. He’s a good dad.

Ace Trapolla: The playful dad

Ace is always joking around and (affectionately) messing with his kid(s). He’s the dad that makes dad jokes because his kid(s) hate it. When they’re super young, he’ll just play with them and tickle them. But when they grow older and can understand the difference between seriousness and playing around, he starts messing with them and playing pranks. He’ll also embarrass his kid(s) in public. He’s just always messing around with his kid(s) (affectionately).

Leona Kingscholar: The chill dad

He’s just laid back and lets his kid(s) do their thing. He’s not negligent or lazy by any means. He’ll look out for his kid(s) and make sure they don’t get hurt. If they want to play with him, he’ll play. If they want to tell him about something they’re interested in, he’ll listen. If his kid(s) want to play by themself, he’ll let them. He’s going to make sure they don’t run off and get hurt, but if they want to do something alone, he’ll let them. And if he has multiple, he’ll make sure that they know they’re loved equally.

Ruggie Bucchi: The hard-worker dad

He works a lot. He spends more time working than he does taking care of his kid(s). It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just wants to make money so that he has enough money to give his kid(s) a more comfortable life. When he does have free time, he’s taking good care of his kid(s). He tries to have a good work-life balance but it’s hard with his financial situation. He loves his kids and that’s why he works so hard.

Jack Howl: The athletic dad

He’s working out a lot. Not to the point that he neglects his kid(s) or anything. In fact, his kid(s) are around when he works out sometimes. He’d encourage them to sit on his back while he does push ups, or they’ll ask if he can bench press them. When they’re young, he’d take them for walks in their stroller. He’d want to jog, but he isn’t sure if that’ll hurt them. His kid(s) are fascinated by his strength.

Azul Ashengrotto: The protective dad

Not overprotective. The right amount of protectiveness. Azul has been bullied before and he knows how it feels, so he wants to keep his kid(s) from going through the same thing. He always asks them how school was and if they made any new friends. And god forbid they get bullied in front of him. He won’t hit a child but he is going to scam their parents so hard. Think before you bully Timmy, your family’s broke now.

Jade Leech: The adventurous dad

He takes his kid(s) everywhere. Not when they’re babies. He takes them around at the age he and Floyd started exploring the coral sea without supervision. Which is still pretty young. He’ll take them to the deepest trenches and the highest mountains. They’ll be fine afterwards, but his partner needs to be watchful.

Floyd Leech: The “fun” dad

He will not let his kid(s) do anything boring and he will not let his kid(s) be boring. He takes them to do whatever he finds fun. He’ll take them somewhere dangerous, but they'll end up fine. He’s just teaching his kids to fend for themselves. Takes them somewhere dangerous and ditches them. He’ll wait just a bit away and congratulate them for surviving. It’s best if his partner takes care of the kids.

Kalim Al-Asim: The fun dad

Actually fun, not life-threatening. He takes his kids to do whatever they want and will play with them. He’s very carefree and his child-like excitement about most things makes him good with kids. He’ll use his UM and let his kids play in the rain. His kids love him for how fun he is, but it does lead him to not grounding them when he should.

Jamil Viper: The tired dad

He’s exhausted. Not because of his kid(s), but outside forces. He comes home from work and he’s ready to go to bed. He does spend time with his kid(s) though. He’s not going to neglect them because he’s tired. There have been times where he’s fallen asleep while playing with them and they’ll just snuggle up to him and fall asleep as well. He’s a good dad but just a very tired one.

Vil Schoenheit: The celebrity dad

Feel like this one was obvious. Vil tries to avoid being seen with his kid(s) in public. He doesn’t want their life to be put on blast. He’ll wear different disguises every time they go out. For a while, he doesn’t tell his kid(s) that he’s famous. They’re watching a movie and just start screaming when their dad shows up. He loves his kid(s) and makes sure that they can have private lives unlike him.

Rook Hunt: The dangerous dad

Takes his kid(s) for their first hunting trip at the age of four. He gets them little trainer bows and teaches them how to sneak up on their prey. By the time they’re six, he tests them by making them hunt him. They aren't able to because he’s too quick but he assures them that they’ll do it someday. Everytime they hunt, he goes for increasingly bigger and bigger animals. They do end up getting attacked by some animals. Rook always saves them on time, but they’re still terrified every time. His partner should look after the kids.

Epel Felmier: The outdoorsy dad

His kid(s) will spend more time outside than inside. He takes them all around the farm and will let them pick apples with him. In the winter time, he takes them sledding, has snowball fights, watch the sledathon, etc. Most of his childhood was spent outside and he loved that, so he’s sure his kid(s) will too. He won’t stop them from staying inside, but he would prefer if they came outside. He wants bonding time.

Idia Shroud: The gamer dad

He’s an epic gamer. His kid(s) love watching him play video games because of how good he is. And they get into video games too. They’ll get so excited to play and end up getting frustrated when they’re not as good as Idia. Idia encourages them to keep trying and tells them that he got good by practicing. He’ll play multiplayer games with them and they’ll have a lot of fun. (And if it’s an online fighting game, they’ll be happy to have him on they’re side).

Ortho Shroud: The uncle

The closest he’ll get to having kids is Idia having kids. He takes the kid(s) away from electronics so that they don’t end up as isolated as Idia. He’ll also take the kid(s) off of the Island of Woe to see the outside world (with permission). He won’t take them to dangerous places, but if they somehow end up in danger, Ortho has more than a couple weapons installed.

Malleus Draconia: The clingy dad

He’s a little overbearing. He doesn’t try to be, but he was alone most of his childhood and he doesn’t want that for his child(ren). He follows them everywhere to make sure they don’t feel lonely. If his partner doesn’t talk to him about it, Silver or Lilia will. Once he learns that he’s being suffocating, he reels it in. He’ll still spend time with them, but he learns to let them do stuff on their own.

Lilia Vanrouge: Umm?

Do I really need to tell you? Play the game, hope this helps!

Silver Vanrouge: The sleepy dad

His kid(s) will always find him asleep. They look away for one second while playing and he’s asleep. They just wake him up to continue playing. Aside from his sleepiness, they love him. He’s a great dad when he’s awake. They love watching his sparring his matches and will cheer him on. The match, of course, ends in victory. He can’t lose when his kid(s) cheer him on. When they’re tired, they’ll find their dad and cuddle up to him. He’s warm and it’s relaxing.

Sebek Zigvolt: The loud dad

His kid(s) hate being with him in public. They find it embarrassing. He drops them off and just yells at them to have a great day and they start looking around to make sure nobody saw that. Even alone, they don’t like it. There’s no reason to yell, they can hear him just fine. Little do they know, that’ll be them when they’re older.

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xxsunoosprincess · 1 year ago

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Finally someone who doesnt write sunghoon as a hard dom!! Like have you seen that man, hes just a baby behind those muscles.

But tbh hes maybe a mean soft dom, LOVES to call you names and have you whining underneath him. It just boosts his ego a little

He might get super mean but i dont think he would be rough, maybe if you ask him to be though🫣🫣 (elaborate?)

A-fucking-gree. I think people mistake Sunghoon’s quietness for being mean, but I think he is just a silly guy. Even more than that, he is a simp for his girl. When he is in love he’s in love and would do anything for his baby. He lets you dress him up in pink even though he hates it because you say he looks pretty. He makes silly race car noises while pushing you around in grocery carts because he knows it makes you smile. And if you ask him to be a little extra rough with you one night, despite the fact that you’re his sweet little princess, then damn it he is going to. He just has to pep talk himself in the bathroom before hand and he’s ready to go.

(smut below the cut, minors DNI)

Has you flat on your back with your legs up, one hand wrapped around both your ankles while he bullies his cock deep into your cunt “Yeah? You fucking like that? You like being my slut?” There is sweat building at his hair line, his thick eyebrows furrowing. Something about you whining beneath him makes him want to work harder. He wants to please you, give you everything you wish for and more. It’s what makes him call you a “nasty little bitch” when you let out a moan of pleasure after he lands a harsh smack on the meat of your ass.

When you squeal and place your hand on his chest because it’s “too much hoonie!” it only makes him fuck into you harder. Tosses your legs down so he can take your hand off his chest and pin both of your wrists down above your head. With his free hand he grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open before he spits into it. “Thought you wanted it hard baby?” The condescending way he looks at you brings tears of pleasure to your eyes, but it’s enough to make him slow down. Immediately stops, placing a tender kiss on the tracks of tears that have started to flow. Needs explicit reassurance that he wasn’t too much :(

Still isn’t a fan of seeing you cry, so he lets you take control, too scared he will get caught up in the moment and push you too far. Flips you over into doggy and let’s you take what you need “Work yourself on my cock, baby. Fuck… that’s my sweet girl.” <3 Sunghoon sweetie agenda.

a/n: I feel like this is a lil short but I’m feeling a little silly today. I hope it makes you clap and smile. Dats all for today xx - princess

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spideyjimin · 9 months ago

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PART I: SHIVERS | un cielo di perle

“un cielo di perle” means a sky of pearls in italian

⏤ pairing: taehyung x female reader

⏤ genre: college au, rich kid!taehyung, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ words: 5,981

⏤ summary: taehyung doesn’t know how to love, he actually has never loved anyone, not even himself. he dreams of escaping this life, a life where he can do whatever he wants and where his parents don’t exploit him. his dream becomes a reality when he meets you; however, it comes with a challenge. at first, you hate him. but as the saying goes, there’s only one step between hate and love. and when taehyung loves, he can steal a sky of pearls for his lover.

⏤ warnings: mature language, swearing, mention of sex, sexual tension, mention of epilepsy, mention of heartbreak, mention of breakup, mention of cheating, mention of financial struggles, and mention of health issues

⏤ author’s note: the first part is finally here! 🥳 it's been a while since it's ready but i wanted to be back from holidays to properly read it and correct it before posting it 🤗 i'm actually very excited with this series, i have soo many ideas for this & i truly hope you'll enjoy it. don't hesitate to let me know what you think of it 💜

⏤ playlist: brividi - Mahmood ft. Blanco

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Running through the campus, you mentally check that you took all your belongings. It would be a nightmare to get them back, probably someone would steal them. In the best-case scenario, you’d have to go to the lost and found office. That doesn’t enchant you really well.

But you’re running out of time. Today’s lectures ended super late, and you must be at the store where you work. The manager is quite harsh and isn’t very kind when someone is late. That has never happened to you. You always make sure to be on time since you’re the type to be a people-pleaser. Being late isn’t even possible, so you run to catch the bus and ensure you’re on time.

As you reach the pedestrian crossing, a stupid car passes by and almost knocks you over. Luckily, you take a quick step back to avoid being hurt. You instantly yell, insulting the driver since the person seems not to have seen you. When you yell, you see the driver, he’s also looking at you and you show him your best middle finger, making him understand that he’s an asshole.

“Asshole,” you aggressively shout.

Nonetheless, the second you realize who it is, you instantly regret it. That man is no other than Kim Taehyung. He’s for sure the most recognizable man in the entire campus but he’s also the son of the big boss of your shop. Well, to make it short, you work at one of the many Kim Couture’s shops and it happens that the company was created by the Kim family. A family that Taehyung is part of.

The cherry on top is that Taehyung will be coming to the store you’re working at. The other point is that he saw you yelling and showing your middle finger. A devious smirk appeared on his face.

Shit! You’re definitely in trouble.

Taehyung isn’t just Taehyung. He’s known to be a fucker, and a good one apparently, a rich kid, full of himself, pretentious, popular, exasperating, and crazily annoying. He thinks he’s the king of the world. That’s the way you perceive him.

At the end of the day, he’s a guy who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He always had everything he wanted, and everybody always licked his boots. He does whatever he wants with people. It’s quite annoying but you won’t deny that he is charismatic.

Again, that’s the way you perceive him but you ignore that it’s far from being the truth.

Quickly after, the bus arrives and you jump in it. Your heart is beating like crazy, you’re so scared of what will happen and what Taehyung will do or say. After all, he’s your big boss’ son. If he desires to fire you, he has the power to do it. You absolutely don’t want to lose this job. It was already hard to find one with your limited experience, but you need to keep it. The tuition fees are costly.

Getting into a prestigious university was your biggest dream, and through some miracle, you managed to do it. It came with a lot of work, obviously. You were determined to be there. However, you thought that it would be harder than that. You believed that you needed to be the daughter of wealthy parents. But through your own efforts, you were accepted, and you’re quite proud of yourself.

Having a job is what allows you to pursue your dream. Your parents insisted on helping with the tuition fees, but you don’t really want their financial assistance. This is your dream, not theirs, so they shouldn’t have to pay for it. That’s how you see things. Certainly, balancing your studies with your job isn’t easy. But you manage to make it work and you’re very proud of yourself.

Of course, you appreciate the fact that your parents want to help, but the fees are extremely expensive. You don’t want your parents to ruin themselves to support you, they already face financial difficulties. You don’t want to be a burden for them. So, you’re going to work a lot and as much as you can to pay for everything on your own.

Working at Kim Couture is definitely helping a lot. The wage is good, it allows you to even save some money. You wished to use it to help your parents but they refused. In some way, you take a lot after them, and you can all be very stubborn when it comes to finance.

Once you arrive at your workplace, you run to the back to change yourself. There is a strict dress code to follow as a Kim Couture employee. Today, you even have to make an extra effort to dress even better than usual. You have to be perfect because Kim Jihyun, Taehyung’s father is coming.

It doesn’t enchant you to meet him and his son today, especially after this incident with the son.

“Mister Kim is coming in 5,” your boss, Namjoon informs you.

You hurry up to avoid giving another reason for Taehyung to kick you out. It’s already enough you insulated him and showed him your middle finger. The outfit is quite simple, it’s a full black one and a full one created by Kim Couture. Jacket, t-shirt, classic pants, and shoes. Luckily, you can do whatever you want with your hair, the most important is to always be presentable. You always have to be impeccable under any circumstances.

Through this job, you already had the opportunity to meet famous people, going from a king to a singer. A lot of them are surprisingly very nice and polite. Some others are the opposite, rude as fuck. Those ones, you hate them. With the little experience you have now, when someone enters the store, you can already tell if they are going to be nice or rude. It’s all in their aura.

Once ready, you run to the front of the store and take place next to your colleagues. You are all lined up next to each other while Namjoon gives clear instructions. Mister Kim will only come to give a little visit, he does it annually. However, this year, it’s his second time visiting this one because this store has been doing great. In any case, it will be your first time meeting Mister Kim since you joined right after his last visit.

Your colleagues described the man in a non-flattering way. Kim Jihyun is certainly one of the most famous people, there’s no doubt about it, but he’s a horrible person. He shows no mercy to anyone. If things aren’t done the way he wants, he literally explodes. The employees of his stores are treated like shit since they are poor. He inherited the Kim Couture house from his ancestors, he’s very wealthy but he’s definitely the worst person your colleagues have ever met.

Hearing the stories shared by your coworkers gave you chills running through your spine. That man is, without any doubt, horrible. So, you have to be perfect today so you get to stay here. But now, your biggest concern is what Taehyung will do. Is he a piece of shit as well and he will kick you out?

An impressive car halts in front of the store. The door is opened by the doorman and two imposing men make their way inside. To be fair, Mister Kim is a frightening person, but what his soul gives off is powerful. You can only have respect for him as he walks near you. He’s wearing a grey suit with a white shirt underneath. The outfit is completed with a dark trench coat. This man breathes money from afar.

Your eyes move now to his son, Taehyung. He’s certainly very charismatic and he also gives off a strong energy, but not as powerful as his father’s. Unlike his parent, he’s wearing a blue polo shirt with an evident white shirt underneath, and white classic pants. For a second, you take him in. You heard so many things about him at uni, and a lot from your friend Nari.

Nari is your best friend but also a rich kid. Her grandparents made a fortune by developing an intelligent program that is sold worldwide. You met her a couple of years ago and surprisingly, a very strong friendship blossomed. Both of you see the world differently, but that vision is what has brought you together. Obviously, you sometimes have very animated conversations because you come from two different worlds.

Nari’s family is close to Taehyung’s family, so she knows him. She doesn’t spend much time with him because they are very different. The way she describes him is quite similar to the rumors people spread on campus. He’s a fuckboy, arrogant guy, full of himself, and a cold-blooded person. The fact that he’s wealthy as fuck makes his personality even worse.

Taehyung’s eyes land on you. It’s obvious from the way he smiles that he recognizes you. Your heart starts beating crazily. Shit! He follows his father who is walking and examining all of you while Namjoon introduces you. As they do so, you bow in respect.

“This is yn,” Namjoon says once in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, Sirs Kim,” you bow to the men.

They simply nod. The youngest doesn’t say anything which reassures you. Hopefully, today, you won’t be losing your job. For a couple of minutes, you stay in the same position while the other employees are introduced. Mister Kim then gives a little speech in which he says how proud he is of this store, and a lot of other things you honestly don’t listen to.

Since you sit down on chairs while Mister Kim is giving his speech, you choose to sit at the extremity. So, nobody is sitting to your left. Well, that is until Taehyung decides to join you. At first, you don’t notice him since you’re focused on his father’s speech.

“So I’m an asshole?” he whispers in your ear, causing you to jump in surprise.

“For fuck’s sake, you scared me,” you instantly reply in a whisper.

The same devious smile that was on his face earlier reappears. For a brief moment, your eyes meet his, but you quickly turn your face to look at his father. It makes you uncomfortable to have his glance directly on yours.

“And to answer your question,” you very quickly look at him. “Yes, you are.”

You’re hesitant to keep going, too scared that he could do something you’ll forever regret.

“You were about to knock me over,” you add.

“You’re being a tiny bit dramatic,” he instantly claps back at you.

You roll your eyes, he’s being annoying.

“Could you please let me listen to your father’s speech?” you raise without looking at him.

He’s distracting you which isn’t good. His father is your big boss, he’s doing a speech and you have to listen to it. It’s rather important.

“Why would I do that?” he asks back. “I’m an asshole after all.”

You want to laugh, he’s stupid but it’s definitely not the right moment to be laughing. Namjoon will kill you if you do so. You absolutely don’t want to lose your job because of an asshole. So now, you decide to ignore him, to act like he isn’t even here. A smirk appears on his face when he realizes you’re ignoring him.

For the rest of Jihyun’s speech, Taehyung leaves you alone, which you’re grateful for. All you wish for now is to not lose your job. That guy seems to be an absolute jerk and the son of your big boss so he has all the powers in his hand.

Afterward, he leaves you completely alone, giving you some needed peace. Once his father finishes his speech, the two of them leave the store, but before doing so, Taehyung winks at you. You roll your eyes, causing him to laugh a little. The stupid man who almost knocked you over seems to be trying to flirt with you. Does it surprise you? No, because you’re convinced that he does that to every girl so they forgive him for being an asshole.

But you’re not like the other girls, you won’t forget what he did.

“Remember me why we’re studying?” Nari asks you while you’re walking.

“To be badasses!” you jokingly answer.

Nari laughs at your answer, but she couldn’t agree more with you. You’re studying to have an impressive degree so you can find impressive jobs. She’s aware that all of this is a hundred times harder for you than it is for her. If she doesn’t like this or wants to try something else, she’ll have her parents' money. However, on the other hand, you don’t have that. She knows how incredibly hard you worked to be here, and she knows that you wouldn’t have chosen something just for the fun of it.

“I don’t want to attend classes today,” she replies.

“Same,” you answer. “But we have to if we want to be the strongest bitches the world has ever known.”

Nari admires you beyond comprehension. You’re always so optimistic, always seeing the bright side of everything when the world has shown no mercy to you. Since you’re thirteen, you’ve been battling with epilepsy. It has been a constant struggle but you have shown how strong you are.

Nari doesn’t know that being positive and optimistic is what helps you fight this terrible and invisible disease. Otherwise, you would have gotten into depression a long time ago. Being positive allows you to genuinely be happy.

“You’re right,” she says with a bright smile appearing on her face.

“I’m always right.”

The two of you enter the lecture hall and take a seat at a random place. It’s quite an impressive room and there aren’t that many students so you can choose wherever you want to sit. There are still a solid 10 minutes before the class starts so you animately keep talking. At a certain point, she frowns, and you turn your head to see what is causing that reaction.

As you do so, you notice Taehyung coming in your direction. Deep down, you hope that he’s coming for Nari, but inevitably, you know it’s not the truth. You know he’s coming for you.

“Hi, yn,” Taehyung says with a stupid smile on his face.

“What do you want?”

Nari is shockingly surprised by the way you answer him. She totally ignores what happened yesterday with Taehyung. You haven’t talked about it yet, but thanks to this idiot (or asshole as you prefer to call him), you’ll have to do it as soon as he leaves.

“Calm down, miss dramatic,” you roll your eyes. “I went back to the store yesterday and I noticed you forgot this,” he hands you a personalized pen.

This pen was offered to you by your dad some months ago. It’s a black pen with your name engraved on it in white. It’s a very pretty one, and for sure, it was expensive but you didn’t say anything. Since your parents didn’t offer you anything when you graduated, they offered you the pen as a little ‘good luck’ gift for this new step in your life. You love this pen, you always take notes with it.

Honestly, you didn’t even notice you left it at the store. However, you would have noticed it during this class as you wouldn’t have found it. It would have annoyed you but it won’t now since Taehyung brought it.

In a way, it moves you that he considered bringing it back to you. Nonetheless, you’re convinced he has a reason to do it. This is Taehyung after all, he’s known for being selfish. He wouldn’t do this just to be nice to you.

“You didn’t need to bring it, you could have left it there,” you tell him.

Taehyung deeply exhales, you can see in his eyes that he’s a bit exasperated.

“A simple thank you would have been enough,” he says.

Before you can answer, the professor enters the lecture hall and Taehyung takes a seat somewhere else. You take a quick look at Nari. She’s definitely surprised by everything that just happened. You will need to tell her. It’s nothing major but it’s for sure shocking that this man even acknowledges your existence. Outside of wealthy people, he doesn’t know anybody else here.

For a brief moment, you turn your face to look for him. You quickly find him and to your surprise, he’s also looking at you.

In all honesty, you barely know him but you can tell that you feel a lot of mixed feelings. You kind of hate him for what he did yesterday, although hate is a strong word. You simply don’t really like him. However, he’s captivating.

After the class, as you’re walking on the campus, you explain everything to Nari. There’s not much to be said but she’s your best friend so it’s normal for you to explain to her how you met Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung wakes up with a massive headache. He drank too much as always. His eyes try to adjust to the light but it takes him some time since the room is fucking bright. His face turns to his left, only to find a girl sleeping on his bed. Nothing new.

For the past two years, his life has been made up of parties, hangovers, and lots of sex. That’s how he enjoys life. Well, that’s how he believes he enjoys it. Deep down, he knows he chose this life because two years ago, he didn’t want to stay at home. It was way too hard to be there, and partying, drinking, and having sex is a lot easier.

Having girls in his bed is way too easy for him. All the girls are crawling at his feet, desperate for a little bit of recognition. Of course, he’s more than aware that he’s charismatic and he plays with it. Flirting is like second nature to him. It doesn’t take him much to make a girl crave him. It’s quite an easy game for him.

However, when he realizes the girl who’s sleeping next to him, it instantly wakes him up. Shit! It’s Hyejoo.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rapidly says while getting up.

Hyejoo isn’t any girl, she’s the daughter of one of Kim Couture’s investors, Park Daehyun. She’s super wealthy, even wealthier than him so Jihyun decided that Taehyung has to date her. And in dating her, he means to marry her. Not right now but he has to get with her and stay with her until marriage. The purpose is to make her a Kim. That way, her family will forever invest in Kim Couture. Honestly, it’s well thought out but Taehyung doesn’t want her, doesn’t want to get married, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to be used for the company’s interest. Nevertheless, that’s nothing new.

His father has always put the company first. The rest doesn’t matter. He got married to a wealthy woman for the company, but he never loved her. Made children with her to ensure the future of the business. Luckily, a boy was born first so he didn’t need to try many times before producing an heir. He got a daughter afterwards but it was just a plus. So in the end, he has absolutely no consideration for his daughter, Yseult. Basically, he acts like she doesn’t even exist which is quite destructive for her. Taehyung tries as much as he can to protect her but it’s sometimes almost impossible to protect her from their father.

With time, his mother started to be like his father. Her family was only good if it benefited the company. She always agrees with Jihyun, and in the end, they both use Taehyung for the business. They don’t see him as their child or even like a human at all. They only see him as the future CEO and the new face of Kim Couture. So they don’t let him do much. For sure, they let him party right now so he can enjoy life before being in charge of the company. But enjoy is a strong word. He doesn’t enjoy anything.

When Taehyung was young, he remembers how loving and caring his mother was. He hated his father who was very severe with him but he deeply loved his mother. She was his everything. But as he grew up and she started to change, he also started hating her. He felt no more love towards her. Today, he doesn’t love anyone, not even himself. His life is quite sad in the end.

“Good morning Taehyung,” Hyejoo says when she wakes up.

“I have to go,” he simply tells her.

She’s a bit confused but he doesn’t give a shit about it. He storms out of the room and basically runs outside. As he does so, he calls his chauffeur to come and get him. His parents don’t let him drive as they are scared something will happen to him. They trust Minho to always drive him anywhere. Things are a bit different now that he is in college, he can drive alone during the week but during the weekend, he can’t. Minho has to drive him anywhere he wants to. In a matter of seconds, he arrives to pick him up. Hyejoo tries to catch him but she doesn’t arrive on time.

“Can we go to some random coffee shop?” Taehyung asks.

“Yes,” the chauffeur answers while nodding.

Taehyung looks from the window. Flashbacks from last night came back, he drank a lot and Hyejoo flirted with him. At first, he pushed her back since he didn’t like her but she was insistent. As he was getting drunk, he was letting his guard down so in the end, he couldn’t resist her anymore.

He rubs his face while mentally insulting himself. He should have resisted because now, she’ll run around him even more. Hyejoo loves Taehyung, it’s no secret to anyone. She’s always around him, trying to make him fall in love with her. She’s also convinced that he’ll date and marry her as his father plans. Although she totally ignores that he doesn’t like her at all. He couldn’t actually care less about her.

They arrive at a coffee shop, it’s a small one but it looks so cozy inside. Minho opens the car’s door to Taehyung and he walks to the entrance. His chauffeur remains in front of the car, waiting for his boss’ child. Taehyung is only going to grab a coffee and some pastries to eat while going home.

He stands in front of the bar and checks the menu. He’s starving so he’ll take all the pastries that he craves. He orders and then moves to the right, to the little space where customers patiently wait. As he walks in that direction, a girl turns around, causing them to hit each other. Since she was holding a coffee in her hands, he got coffee all over his blue shirt.

“Fuck,” he swears. “Could have been..”

As he speaks and lays his eyes down on the girl, he realizes that it’s you.

“You, again,” you mumble as you notice that he’s the guy hitting you. “You should be more careful,” you instantly tell him.

“You’re the one who hit me this time,” he replies. “I was just walking to get my order.”

“Well, I was going to leave after receiving my order.”

Being around each other makes you both feel something you both never felt for anyone else. It’s weird since you’ve only known each other for like 4 days. He didn’t even know you existed until he almost knocked you over.

Now, he’s covered in coffee which angers him and you lost half of your coffee which angers you as well.

“Pff,” you say. “Now I have to order a new coffee because of you.”

“If you were more careful, you wouldn’t need to do that.”

You roll your eyes. Around him, you’ve rolled your eyes a lot. You’re even surprised by it, nobody has ever made you do that so often. On the other hand, he absolutely hates when you do that, he’d even say that it almost pisses him off.

“Fuck you,” you simply say back.

He takes a step closer to you, your faces are now very close. There is barely any space between you, his eyes roaming your face before halting for a couple of seconds on your lips. Your heart is hammering in your chest, ready to burst at any moment. This man is impressive. His face gets closer to you, and your heart beats even faster, something that never happened before.

Taehyung notices that you don’t step back. Well, he doesn’t want to as well. You both glance at each other. For the first time ever, he feels his heart beating fast. No other girl, or anyone else, has ever made him feel that way. He notices how pretty you are. Well, from the first second, he laid eyes on you, he found you very beautiful. But now that you’re closer, he gets to see closely your beauty. You’re also very charismatic, you draw him in a way he can’t explain. Without realizing it, he’s attracted to you. You catch all of his attention when he’s near you.

When he found your pen at the store, he could have left it there. But that was the perfect excuse to get to see you and talk to you. He can’t resist the urge of being around you. If he sees you, he only wants to get closer. Like right now. He could be talking to you without being this close, but he needs it.

He takes in your sweet scent, you smell so good.

Both of you are glancing deeply into each other. There is definitely something going on but you won’t admit it.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulls himself together before getting closer to your ear.

“What did you say?” he murmurs with a deep voice, causing shivers down your spine.

“Do you want me to spell it out for you?” you dare to say. “F-U-C-K,” before you can even finish, he cuts you off.

“Don’t you ever say that again,” he whispers. “Especially if you’re in the wrong.”

“You’re threatening me?” your question almost sounds like an affirmation.

“I’m just warning you, miss dramatic,” he says.

Taehyung strongly stinks of alcohol but there’s also a bit of his cologne emanating from him. You don’t even doubt that he has a hangover and is most probably still drunk.

“Oh,” you first say. “You think I’m afraid of you, asshole?” you then say.

He’s caught off guard, causing him to take a step back to look at you. Usually, people get scared and leave him alone. Honestly, you’re kind of the surprising type. Now you’re the one getting closer to his ear before starting to whisper.

“You should be the one being careful,” you murmur.

The way you pronounced every word made him shiver. Fuck, he hates the effect you have on him. It’s been only a couple of days but you’ve been resisting him in every possible way. This almost feels like a challenge to him to make you fall onto your knees.

“Or what?” he asks.

“Well, you’ll have to discover,” you answer.

Taehyung feels your breath crashing against his ear, and visible goosebumps appear on his body. You don’t notice as you’re concentrating on provoking him. As you take a step back, you’re startled by his burning eyes on you. To say that he’s devouring you is literally an understatement. Never before has a man looked at you that way. Thousands of butterflies are freed inside your belly.

You don’t even know how to look at him or if you’re even looking at him the same way. The only thing you are sure of is that your cheeks are fully red. Even if this man impossibly angers you, he also manages to destabilize you. It’s so contradictory. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the feeling of his burning eyes on you. It makes you feel desired. Desired by Kim Taehyung.

“I need to order my coffee again,” you say as you put a clear distance between you.

Taehyung simply nods and a few minutes later his order is ready. For a brief moment, his eyes discreetly glance at you while he grabs his order. There’s something so mesmerizing about you, and damn, he really wants to discover what you’ll do to him if he pushes you again over the hedge.

While you’re sitting on the bus, you’re completely lost in your thoughts. You’re thinking about what happened with Taehyung minutes ago. Things with him are evolving intriguingly. You’re both always colliding with each other. It’s not smooth at all. But that man is so fucking annoying! How can even people like him at all?

The music is blasting in your ears through your headphones. Sabrina Carpenter is singing “Feather” for your biggest pleasure. It’s one of your favorite songs at the moment. Surprisingly, it’s one of the songs that has been reminding you that you were too good for your ex. Definitely, you’re better off without him. However, you try not to think too much about him because he devastatingly broke your heart.

Kai, your ex, is the kind of guy that easily becomes friends with everybody. He’s super chill and super nice. You two instantly hit it off, you directly felt love but it took you some time to actually fall in love with him. Being loved and loving him felt so good. You both imagined what your future life together could look like. You were convinced that he was the one. But you were wrong. He never was the one.

At a party, he kissed a girl. It wasn’t just a random girl, it was a girl he had a crush on a couple of years ago. It devastated you, especially since you were going through a tough time health-wise. You were also working too hard to get accepted at this prestigious university. It was just the last straw. However, since you were convinced he was your forever person, you forgave him. You thought that it was just a mere kiss, and he also did everything to make you forgive him.

The reconciliation didn’t last long because you were such a mess. Everything was just too much and you couldn’t handle anything anymore. So you put an end to your relationship. You were devastated, to say the least. You thought that he was going to make his way back to you but he kind of didn’t. You had some conversations but they all ended up in sex. It was nice but nothing was being solved. However, he was doing that to keep you wrapped around his fingers. From there, everything became a mess.

Kai hid from you that he was seeing that girl so he could have you. He was flirtatious with you, and you were having a lot of casual sex. You believed things were going to be solved and that you were getting back together. Today, as you look backward, you realize that it was merely a physical attraction. Nothing more. You never got back together because you ignored that he was actually with the other girl.

It shocked you once you found out. Kai talked so badly of cheaters and he was there doing the exact same thing. What you didn’t forgive him is the fact that you were the other girl. He was cheating on his girlfriend with you while you weren’t aware of the situation. It broke you beyond comprehension.

Kai is still with his girlfriend, it’s already been more than a year. You don’t know if she ever found out that he cheated on her. Probably not. You don’t think she’d stay with a cheater but you don’t know her so you don’t know how she’d handle it. Maybe she forgave him. You don’t know. The only thing you’re sure of is that sometimes he comes back. Thank god, Nari is part of your life and forbids you to interact at all with him.

You rest your head against the window. Recently, you surprised yourself by wanting to find a new boyfriend. For the past year, you decided to focus on your health and your studies. Having a partner would only distract you from your goals. However, today, everything seems to be on track so you don’t have any reasons to hold back. But it isn’t that easy. You’re not the type to easily make friends, but you aren’t desperate so you don’t really care right now. It’s sometimes a bit hard to be wanting someone around you and you don’t have anyone.

You leave the bus when it halts at your stop. The massive building housing the hospital stands in front of you. Recently, you’ve been coming quite often for blood tests, doctor appointments, and hospital stays. Some nurses already recognize you. This has been your reality for a year already. Your health has been a big mess even though it’s been the case for almost 10 years. Lately, it simply hasn’t been easy in between seizures caused by your epilepsy and the hormonal dysfunction coming from Hashimoto’s disease.

Hashimoto’s disease is an autoimmune disease in which your thyroid doesn’t work properly. It doesn’t produce enough thyroid hormones. On top of that, your immune system attacks your thyroid. There is of course a treatment helping your thyroid to work properly. So, in summary, the treatment has to always be working otherwise everything gets out of control.

Growing up with all that wasn’t simple, especially since you have never accepted being epileptic. Most of the time, it makes you feel like a failure so you don’t mention it to people unless it’s necessary. You don’t want anyone to look at you or treat you differently. You want to be seen as a normal person. But you’re not a normal person, and that’s what is complicated to accept.

So you work a lot, sometimes way too much. You wonder if it’s not due to the fact that you’re a people-pleaser. But in general, you just work too much to compensate for your differences. Those health issues have a lot of impact, especially on your memory. For example, it’s hard for you to remember conversations. Most of the time, people have to repeat several times the same thing for you to remember it.

At the hospital entrance, you notice Yseult, Taehyung’s sister. She’s coming out of the car to enter the building. You discreetly watch her. She looks a lot like her older brother, it’s evident that they are siblings. She also breathes money from afar, she also has that powerful aura. It seems like it’s a family thing. Before entering, she quickly scans her surroundings, almost as if she doesn’t want to be seen. It instantly arouses your curiosity. Why is she acting like that?

Instantaneously, you grab your phone to text Nari.

To Nari: Yseult is at the hospital & acting weird

You wait until Taehyung’s sister enters the building before doing the same. Well, you can’t spy on her because you have an appointment but you’re for sure very very curious.

From Nari: she’s probably just doing a check-up

She’s right. It’s nothing, it’s simply your imagination. But it still leaves you wondering why she was acting like that.

Later that night, while falling asleep, you see again Taehyung so close to your face. However, you chase away those thoughts because that man has been annoying you more than anything else.

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dadsbongos · 7 months ago

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for honor. and duty.

3.2k words / warnings - forced breeding, injections, drugging, unhappy end, reader is written as a woman

summary - it's his job to carry on the bloodline, and its your job to love Satoru Gojo; thankless as both gigs are.

kinktober: day nine - breeding, aphrodisiac ~~~

Satoru was disinterested in fathering children.

While he loved teaching, and teasing Megumi throughout the years was a joy, raising an entire person from scratch? An unnecessary addition to his plate he would rather be without. Besides, he was only scratching at his late 20s, why should he rush into having babies?

His feelings were not hidden, either. Everything about Satoru screamed childfree. Most respected the decision; for the Gojo clan to be written into history with Satoru as the cataclysmic final bang -- the sole pillar maintaining his clan’s status in the big three. It would be an honor and a pleasure, were he humble enough to silently accept both.

But Satoru loves whining.

“Too bad the Six Eyes and Limitless will be totally lost to time when I die…” he pouts every time he says it. Purely to gloat that not only does he have both, but he will be the last one in history, “If only someone could take them off my hands, huh?”

Maybe he should’ve just shut his mouth.

…

“Why don’t you donate, then?” Shoko snarks one random Wednesday, finally fed up with Satoru’s haughty huffs this particular lunch break, “I’m sure your swimmers wouldn’t be unwelcome if they could make another special grade.”

“Gross, Sho,” you gag, then pointing at the man, “Don’t respond to that.”

Predictably, you’re ignored, “But who would be worthy, Shoko? Huh?” Satoru snickers when you gag even louder, “It’d have to be another sorcerer, you know? Can’t just put a super baby in any ole lady.”

“I’m sure you could find someone for a good price,” Shoko leans onto her palm, “Some high up clan girl. A Zen’in? It’d make her life better by getting out of that place, I bet.”

“Can we not talk about this while I’m eating, please?” you gesture to your lunch, though you hardly have the appetite for it now anyway.

“You can say you’re jealous,” Satoru teases into your ear, laying his head on your shoulder. There’s no warmth of skin to feel, and if you closed your eyes the weight wouldn’t be reasonable for a human head either -- much lighter. Airier. As if he isn’t there at all.

“I’m not jealous of not being your incubator, Gojo.”

“Harsh!” he dramatically clutches over his heart, sucking in a breath like he’d been stabbed, “What happened to first name privileges?”

“Revoked,” you flick his head knowing it’ll never land. Knowing he’ll never feel you.

Shoko simpers, long nails tapping against the creaky break room table. When you shoot over a quizzical glance, those nails stretch over her lips; covering so you alone can make out what she mouths: ‘jealous’.

You mimic the motion to mouth back: ‘fuck you��.

“Hey,” Satoru wraps both arms around you (no warmth, no weight), “Secrets among friends is asking for trouble.”

“Donating out soldier serum is asking for trouble,” Shoto snickers.

“You suggested it!”

You roll your eyes at the pair, hoping this was the last you would hear of Satoru’s semen stumper, “Well, I’d love to stick around, but you two are disgusting.”

“Boo,” Shoko wads up the shrink of her microwave meal and tosses it at your head.

“Boo!” Satoru echoes the sentiments louder, fingers clinging to your uniform until his long arms can stretch no further.

“Yeah, whatever!” you holler back, “As if the higher ups will even let you just donate!”

Those traditional old heads will want a “proper” heir, and there is no way Satoru would get suckered into that.

It’s part of why loving him is so difficult.

Because loving Satoru means having to share him: always. He is overwhelmingly busy between his work as a sorcerer and his passion as a mentor. Your love for him will forever be yours to own, but Satoru himself could never be.

Perhaps that’s what Suguru realized when he tried years ago, when Satoru was always gone and the space between them only grew. Perhaps that’s why he decided to close Satoru out completely.

“You actually gonna donate sperm?” Shoko returns her tired gaze to her friend, quirking a brow when he laughs and shakes out his phone.

“Nah, the geezers just keep pestering me,” he mimics a flapping mouth with his hand, “Blah, blah spreading the genes- blah, blah good of the clan. As if they care about the good of the clan.”

“They might,” she snorts, clapping a hand over her mouth to hide a grin.

Both of them know full well otherwise.

“I’m just gonna tell them,” he re-pockets his phone, purposefully ignoring the buzzing call of Gakuganji, “Face to face this time, so they can’t ignore it.”

“Ooh, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“What’re you gonna say, big man?”

Satoru smiles bright, all cocky and sure and cool, “‘There is no way that you bags of bones will ever convince me to have kids.’”

. . .

A cold, soaked cotton pad is swiped over the triangle of your inner elbow, disinfecting the area before introducing a syringe.

You once asked Satoru why he bothered remaining a sorcerer under Jujutsu Tech when he obviously hates the higher-ups. His response, of course, was lackluster and chock full of holes (“Nobody else can do what I do,” he rolls his hand laxly, “Also, it's the only thing that doesn’t make me so bored I contemplate blowing my brains out.”).

You remember rolling your eyes with a single word reply, deeply unimpressed with his typical lack of tact (“Inspiring.”). Similarly, you remember thinking that you wanted to stay by his side, despite his annoying insensitivity.

When you got the panicked call from Shoko, you considered it a test. The universe cruelly examining your dedication. Ever the fool, you sped for the address she spat over the phone to prove yourself.

Now, you can’t even have the shame of reconsideration.

The bedroom has a camera in the far right corner, on the wall opposite a large observation mirror. Men in white coats pace back and forth, scribbling notes and judging every exact twinge in Satoru’s muscles. Satoru is positioned on a king bed with white sheets, hands latched behind his back in solid shackles with a radiant lock.

“He’s not hurt, right?”

“No,” the lead man steadies a needle to the sterilized juncture, “We never want to hurt Gojo,” his eyes flick up to the pinch in your face as the needle punctures your skin, “Or you.”

“He looks miserable…”

Three doctors turn to you, glaring. The man administering a blue, gluey serum into your veins sighs loudly, “Yes, well… you will be, too…”

The doctor folding your discarded clothes on the left scoffs, shaking his head.

Sometimes you spend so much time with Satoru that you forget how mean men can be.

“It should begin taking effect in just minutes,” the man steps back, letting one of his many assistants undo your tethers, “Mostly an additive,” he clarifies, “You don’t really need it, your stamina doesn’t matter much to us here. You can head in for him now.”

Your stamina may not matter to them, but you’d personally like to be awake as long as possible for this.

“Did you tell him it was me?”

Your question is ignored. So you step through the men and creep into the other room. Casting a curious glance over your shoulder to confirm the study window only reflects yourself. And Satoru.

Satoru.

The name is saccharine sweet in your mind. His head twists in your direction, blindfold gone and eyes comically wide. His eyes are dimmer than usual, though that isn’t very surprising when you were explicitly told the drug dampened cursed energy.

Your eyes rake over his body -- red and writhing and naked. Satoru’s gaze falls from your face to your chest to between your thighs, eyes widening further. You know he’s had partners before (lots of them, in fact), so the shock is unwarranted. Unless, of course, it’s because it’s you and not the random woman from a high up clan he assumed it’d be.

A stern voice breaks out from the far right corner of the room.

“He is willing.”

You gnaw your bottom lip anxiously, squinting through harsh overhead lights to the two-way mirror over your shoulder. Then, your eyes return to Satoru, knelt on the mattress and bare -sans the stocks cuffed around his wrist.

“Satoru…?” your face boils, gut fairing no better. Veins direct gutters for the goopy blue in your system, and it's pumping fast.

He copies your quiet, uttering your name through the still observation room, “You?”

“Is it…” you crawl onto the bed, convinced that his skin on yours could cure the overwhelming swelter in the room, “Am I okay?”

He nods limply, hair falling into crystalline eyes, “It’s you.”

Bright fluorescents dim to a more bearable, faint glow. Swallowing the last of your reservations with the swell in your throat, you turn your back to Satoru -- both knees firm on the plush mattress.

Though his chest beats in sporadic, panicked breaths, Satoru’s lean hips are still -- perfect for reaching between your thighs and grasping his stood cock. He clenches his angel eyes shut to your flesh, but the waves and dips of your cursed energy stubbornly persist in his vision. He sees the wavering as your lust grows, he knows his is the same. Worse, even. So swallowed up in his belly by enforced desire that a stable flow is impossible to maintain.

Satoru is easy in your grasp, slipping inside you with whimpered pleas and huffs. You curve him into you, backing onto Satoru until your soft flesh is flush with his. Heat tickles up your spine, chilling at your neck and causing a rabid shiver all down your shoulders.

Leaning forward onto your elbows, you slip over Satoru’s cock -- sliding along him with manufactured fervor (if you focus hard enough, you can still feel the needle incision stretch in your arm).

The stocks rattle as Satoru jerks forward with a thick groan, hips now eager to pap, pap pap! onto yours. Bonds creak, splinters wailing in protest of his strength as he claws out to reach you. Satoru throws his head back, every sensitive nerve set ablaze just by the warmth and squeeze of your cunt.

His shortburst thrusts don’t dig far enough even though you’re kissing hips every time -- he feels overstimulated and yet unfulfilled. He needs to have both hands bound on your hips -squeezing the flesh on your bones and flipping and bending and making you keen under his lithe fingers.

He cannot discern if the need is driven by drooly chemical injection or longstanding affection, and he isn’t bothering himself with the question now.

“Wanna touch,” he mumbles pathetically, red in the face and sweat beading down his forehead, white bangs slick to the skin, “Need it…” he gasps as you arch, stretching one of your legs to curl around his thigh, “Need to touch!"

As if spontaneously occurring to the crew that Satoru is pleading with them, the leading man jingles over with his key. He looks at the sedation team for extra assurance before unlocking Satoru’s stocks.

Once the bonds clatter to the floor, Satoru is raking his nails across your body -- thighs, stomach, back, anywhere he can reach he’s eagerly clawing. Pulling and pushing before he collapses over you, his chest scorching your back. He stretches his neck to press his cheek to yours, lips loose and babbling,

“So good, so good, love how you feel -- wanna fuck you,” his brain must be falling through his lips because he seems to forget he’s already fucking you, “Wanna fuck you, wanna fuck you, wanna fuck you,” he lays sloppy kisses over your shoulder, teething at the sensitive bone, “Gonna let me cum in you, pretty girl? Yeah? Gonna make me a daddy, yeah?”

Hanging one arm below, he swirls the soft pads of his fingers over your clit -- soaked with the syrup his cock fucks free. His large hand expands over the pouch of your tummy to snugly press his thumb into your doughy skin; thumping where he’s battering your insides.

“Feel me there, mama? S’wet ‘n’ desperate, you want me bad,” he giggles deliriously, humping at your sex in plasticine frenzy before twitching to completion.

Satoru thinks he could go all day.

Thick arms tied around your waist, keeping your chest bare to his with both knees crimped over Satoru’s shoulders. His overconfidence proves itself as he thrusts up into you, lips pressing wetly onto yours while drooling out affectionate slurs,

“Best girl, pretty and hot and so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? You love me, sweet girl? I think you do- know you do.”

Satoru stills only when more cum is pumped into your womb, pitiful mewls bobbing the apple of his throat.

You’re nodding with a heavy crown, forehead thumping into his sweaty collarbones and biting cresents in his biceps with your nails, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh - love you, ‘Toru! Love you so much…!”

Nuzzling along your flaming cheek, Satoru wriggles you loose just to flip you around to kneel in the sheets.

“I’m tired,” he muses, fingers dancing in the baby hairs at the base of your neck, “How about you do something, princess?”

You groan and pout, but don’t disobey.

Your knees are tingling and arms shaking as you twist to nestle against Satoru. Stretching back, you splay your palms over his broad chest to balance over his standing cock; then reach between your spread legs to grasp his erection. Skin soft and warm in your palm, he whimpers at the contact and throws his head back into the plush white pillow. Snowy hair tousled against the case, hips twitching up in you.

His cock bumps against your clit in his desperation and the sensation makes you clamp your knees around his waist tighter. You’re all heavy breaths and whines by the time you finally sink base-down. His cock feels hot and thick inside you, you’re not sure if it's all the eyes or whatever they stuck in your arm or the fact you’re with Satoru but your entire body is simmering.

Satoru’s hands unwind from the sheets to cling around your hips, forcefully rocking you down on him: as if to grind both your bones into paste. Cool air catches in the back of his swollen throat, your cunt wet and swallowing him back in as he tries slipping out. He lifts his head -jaw limping open and drool pooling around his raw-bitten lips- just to watch as he lifts and drops you over his cock.

Clumsily, he jerks his knees up and feet flat on the bed as the lava scorching through his veins inspires him to fuck you faster. Sweat beading and swamping all along his hairline and joints, leaving his skin sticky and sucking against yours with every thrust. Satoru’s fingers squeeze harshly around the fat of your hips, marking the skin with plum stains in the shape of his hand. If a baby isn’t enough, then these bruises surely will be bountiful evidence of your tryst.

Suddenly, Satoru sits up fully, lips pressing into your shoulder before he stabs into bone and flesh with his teeth. His arms swiftly move to curl around your waist, flushing your back to his chest as he pumps into you. One of his hands finds your breast, squishing the swells by the handful, and the other hand swooping to toy with your clit. He works slow circles into quicker swishes, thrusts speeding as the heat climbs and climbs from where he’s inside you up to your necks. Suffocating. Enveloping.

Ragged breaths pull with terrible effort from both you and Satoru. Wet slaps of skin and syrupy squelching echoing in the otherwise still room. Oddly, the sound is far from grotesque, instead spurring another sweetened gush around Satoru. The dirty, primal nature far overshadows the lurking men in white coats around the edges of the room.

You can almost pretend you’re wrapped around Satoru for real pleasure rather than duty.

Again, Satoru sloppily mouths at your skin, from the bend in your shoulder along your neck and unto the softness of your jaw. Arms clenching around your waist until you’re practically immobile in his embrace, bouncing along his cock only because he puppeteers you to do so.

Satoru moans hotly against the slope of your neck, licking the sweat off your skin just because he can. You lean into the coolness of Satoru’s tongue as your gut swirls and tightens before you’re seizing in the man’s grasp. His gaping mouth is pressed against your collarbone, slobber inking across your tit and down your arm. He hugs you tighter and soaks in full the clench of your orgasm, continuing to lathe his fingers over your clit until you’re jerking and huffing in overstimulation.

You think you hear him muttering (you hope you hear him muttering), “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

The unbearable heat is replaced by normal, merely uncomfortable heat. Satoru cuddles you against him still as he plugs you with his cum.

Soft murmurs float back into your ears, men stretching necks to gaze at the both of you and whisper amongst themselves. Satoru lazily drags the sheets high over your chest and settles back against the steely headboard.

He yelps, back arching and eyes wide, sitting upright from the board.

“What…?” you groan, exhaustion overtaking you -- limbs numb and strewn out uselessly.

“It’s cold,” he grumbles into your ear, yawning and laying against the metal headboard again (this time prepared for the stinging temperature change), “Be nice to me.”

Weakly, you make a sound of protest from the back of your throat. Brain too fried to form words.

Satoru caresses his fingers gently over your stomach, gaze fluttering to the labcoats stiffly remaining in the room. They put much effort into avoiding his stare, heads kept low and ducking behind their collars. Rolling onto his side, Satoru keeps you caged in his arms while shielding you from the mens’ stares.

He soothes his nails along the bulb of your cheek, six eyes searing through every layer of skin and muscle down to the beating of your heart. He knows, of course, that it beats for him.

Which makes him feel sick, beneath exasperated euphoria, because he knows why you’re here.

He knows the only way to give it back is with a baby neither of you really want.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru x reader #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #dads kinktober

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niqhtlord01 · 22 days ago

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Humans are weird: Video Games Continued

Alien: What is this floor, and why is there so much killing upon it?

Human: Have you not seen the things you meet on it?

Alien: No, why?

Human: You’ll understand once you do. -------------

Alien: Why are these humans going back for blood?

Human: What?

Alien: If they are going back for it why didn’t they pick the blood up when they were there last time?

Human: A world overrun by worm zombies and this is what you focus on?

Alien: Inefficient time management will always be the deadliest of threats. --------------

Alien: Why is this baby in an egg?

Human: No idea.

Alien: What are these invisible creatures are stalking us?

Human: Got nada on that one.

Alien: For what reason does that other human have a golden mask?

Human: I honestly couldn’t tell ya.

Alien: Well what can you tell me about this then?

Human: You’re basically an amazon delivery driver heading up to an isolated compound and hoping it isn’t 2024 again. -----------

Alien: If you are part of an army of super soldiers, why do they always send you out in groups of 3?

Human: What do you mean?

Alien: Wouldn’t deploying even 10 of their kind at once provide absolute success in any mission you embark on?

Human: Only if one of them wasn’t from the Lamenters chapter. -----------

Alien: Why would vampires want to be on an island?

Human: I don’t understand your question, please expand it.

Alien: By your own history vampires can not cross running water, ergo they can not cross over water to get to an island; so why would vampires wish to go hunting for humans on the one place they would end up trapped on?

Human: But oceans are not running water.

Alien: Ocean water is constantly in motion via the rotation of the planet, therefore it is running water.

Human: It’s meant to be more about streams and rivers.

Alien: Yet both of those feed into oceans.

Human: I would say focus more on the vampire killing than the story, but after trying it myself I would say this discussion is a more enjoyable experience. ---------------------

Alien: Why are these humans going into hell?

Human: For democracy! ---------------------

Alien: You would think with this being the fourth game of the series they would have learned how to deal with zombie outbreaks.

Human: What do you mean? They already have a solution.

Human: If shooting them in the head doesn’t work, use more bullets.

Human: If that doesn’t work use an RPG.

Human: And if THAT doesn’t work then just nuke the whole area.

Alien: You went from, what is the sayin…… “0 to 100”, rather quickly there.

Human: Yeah, we tend to do that a lot when it comes to zombies.

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Alien: What is your fascination with apocalyptic fallout aftermath?

Alien: You have so many mediums focused solely on this subject yet showing the harsh reality of the situation.

Human: In a way it is within our desire to break down society and from the ashes of the old try to make something better.

Alien: And has it worked?

Human: No.

Alien: Why do you say that?

Human: When the price for a better future is blood of innocents there are no winners. --------------------

Alien: Is this about going on a quest to destroy jewelry?

Human: No.

Alien: What about joining a fellowship to destroy evil?

Human: Nope.

Alien: Then what is the point of this?

Human: To grow potatoes and get high. --------------------

Alien: May I ask you a question?

Human: Isn’t that what you’ve been doing this entire time?

Alien: What is this event called the “Elder Scrolls Crusade”?

Human: It’s what happens when you dangle a game in front of gamers long enough without delivering and then the gamers get angry.

Alien: Ah, much like the “Grand Theft Massacre” then? ----------------------

Alien: Which Dynasty are these warriors fighting for?

Human: Whichever one has the most interesting color pallet.

Alien: What?

Human: I always side with blue myself. ---------------

Alien: I don’t know how I’m going to fight through this army of human soldiers with just a sword.

Human: Have you tried using the rotary grenade launcher?

Alien: What are you talking abo-

Human: *Proceeds to pull out M32A1 Grenade Launcher and blast their way through soldiers with spears and swords.

Alien: This feels unfair. ----------------

Alien: What makes this sequel different from the first one?

Human: It’s colder and there are even more pissed off people you need to deal with.

#humans are insane #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #video games #console #PC #parody

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concretejunglefm · 3 months ago

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Have u ever considered a mean dom! Noah who just fuckin yaps the whole time he's fucking you

Hes so cocky and overconfident, like it's just a constant stream of words, you can't barely get a response in anywhere (although that ur capable of that with the way he's fucking you so intently)

Completely overpowering you, pinned down or maybe even restrained, fast paced and intense, it's like 85% degradation and 15% sarcastic praise. Using you entirely for his pleasure and all you can do is beg and cry

Maybe he's had a rough day and needs to take it out on you or maybe you've been teasing and pushing him by being bratty? Whatever, you both need it so bad regardless of the reason which is what makes it so good

Bonus: aftercare at the end bc that was a Lot™️ so checking in, cuddling, rest, after he's still in that dom headspace, guiding and caring, making sure you weren't hurt, he'd never truly mean those names he calls you, drinking water, calming back down together etc. Just total 180 from harsh aggression to super sweet and soft :)

A little expansion on what you said here, I hope you don't mind 🫣

CW: mentions of smut including dirty talk involving degradation, spitting, slapping, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control.

Names: cum drunk whore, pathetic, whore, fucktoy, sweetheart. NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It all boils down to that control freak personality, and you shouldn’t expect anything less, especially on the days when you know he needs to release some steam, and you need it just as much as he does because you’ve been so caught up in your own thoughts that he instinctively knows the right way to take you out of them.

However, that doesn’t mean he won’t make you earn it first.

That sweet, condescending tone he uses as he asks, “What do you need?” is all part of his plan to make you beg. It starts long before he finally has you pinned beneath him or spreads you out how he desires.

Your voice trembles as you hit him with the truth, “I need you to make me cum.”

Then you hear it, the click of his tongue, a mocking sound that confirms your suspicions that he intends to play with you and make you beg for it.

“You need me to make you cum? That’s not the whole truth, is it?” Because he knows exactly what you want, what you need from him, and he’s not afraid to say it out loud. “You need me to fuck you. You need me to breed you. You need me to break you. You need me to reduce you to nothing but a mindless, cum-drunk whore. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

When you appear to forget your words and manners, he’s kind enough to remind you of them in a much darker tone than his usual, “Don’t nod. Say ‘yes, sir.’”

The closest thing to a reward or praise you receive from him is the sound of his moans as he starts using you in whatever way he desires, particularly your mouth, where he reminds you that you can take him deeper, even as you begin to gag and choke around him.

Perhaps if you ask him politely, he might even allow you to touch yourself. However, once you do, he’ll gladly point out to you, with such sweet condescension, “I can hear how wet and desperate you are, you know. Pathetic.” But be careful, because this isn’t about your pleasure at all; it’s all for him—or so he’ll claim. “Don’t make yourself cum now. This is all for my pleasure, isn’t it?”

When you fail to listen or provide him with an answer, expect him to spit on or slap your face. It’s more than likely to be both.

When he finally begins playing with you, there’s an intense combination of overstimulation and orgasm control. If he doesn’t repeatedly push you to the brink of pleasure, he gradually builds you up, edging you and forcing you to resist the urge to let go. This is for him, not for you.

As he fucks you, whether slowly and sensually or hard and rough, he reinforces your submissive position beneath him with a barrage of lewd thoughts: “You know only a dirty whore would get off on being used like this, right?”, “That's right. You’re a mindless fucktoy for me. Nothing but a tight, warm cunt waiting to be bred, aren’t you?”

Cut to the moment when you’ve surpassed the point of being overly sensitive and all you desire is for him to finally cum inside you. However, he’s been delaying his release all night, and if you could tell him how cruel he’s being, you would.

Despite this, you’re loving every moment of it, and even now, he’s persistently making you work for it, demanding that you earn his cum, “Beg for my cum, prove to me that you deserve it,” only for him to repeat your own words back to you, with a smug grin, as he lazily fucks you. “Please cum in me, sir. I’ll be so good for you. Please fill me up.” It’s enough to make you cum again, and you’ve lost count by now how of many times. If this weren’t for your pleasure, why does it feel like it is.

When he finally feels generous, after making you continuously beg to be bred by him, he’ll give you exactly what you asked for. But don’t you dare lose a drop of it or think about stopping begging, or you’ll feel a harsh slap as he reminds you to keep going while he fills you up.

Naturally, once the scene is over, he’s quick to check in and be gentle and caring because your well-being is of utmost importance to him.

Between cleaning you up, running you a bath, and soothingly applying cream to any marks from impact play, he’ll spend the next however long you both need to relax and unwind in the soft, comforting zone you both require. Don’t forget about your vitamins either; you both had an intense moment, and they’ll help balance the hormones and adrenaline currently coursing through your bodies.

Noah, being the sweetheart he is, always knows the right words to say, reminding you of his love, assuring you that nothing he said or did was real, and in return you provide him with the assurances he needs because he always worries about going too far with you. You both have your limits and comfort zones, and neither of you has ever pushed the other; you’ve always checked in and worked hard to ensure that.

#anon ask 💕#noah thots #noah sebastian imagine #dom!noah thots #concretejunglefm fics

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year ago

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— RAFE CAMERON NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES - first time writing for rafe so i hope i did him justice. not proofread so ignore any typos!

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

never really did much aftercare with his past partners other than clean them up and send them on their way, but now he still cleans his partner up, gets a glass of water and holds them close for a while.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

rafes favorite body part of his would be his arms i think like have you seen them? and his favorite body part of his partners would be their ass (he’s an ass guy what can i say)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves cumming on your face, it’s one of his favorite things to see

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a huge mommy kink

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s quite experienced, he’s slept around for a while and definitely knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

anything with you on top of him, it gives him easier access to suck on your tits and rub harsh circles on your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he tries not to be goofy, and he usually isn’t but sometimes things happen and he gets a little giggly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

decently groomed, doesn’t do very much other than keep it trimmed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s rough and he can be mean but he always, always makes sure you get off before him. he doesn’t care about his own pleasure nearly as much as he cares about yours

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jacks off pretty regularly but he’d rather you do it for him ;)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit (giving), praise (receiving), he loves sucking on your tits

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere that’s semi-public, he loves the feeling of there being a chance of getting caught. his car is probably his favorite spot though

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything about you gets him going, it’s not difficult at all

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he’s really up for anything that you’d want to do but no bodily fluids (minus spit and cum)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving but looooves receiving too. i think pleasuring his partner gives him so much pleasure too so he doesn’t care either way

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough majority of the time, unless something happens it’s not often that he’s slow with you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he adores taking his time with you to tear you apart but he likes a nice quickie every once in a while

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yep! he’s down for almost anything

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 rounds minimum. but he can go for hours if you’d let him

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves using toys, mostly on you but his favorite is using a vibe on you because he loves the way it makes you clench around him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he’s obsessed with teasing you, doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing theres a 99% chance he’s gonna find a way to tease you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s not super loud, he prefers you to be the loud one

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves to watch you ride things, whether it be a dildo, a pillow, his thighs, it doesn't matter it gets him so hard

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oh he’s big. im thinking about 6 (7 when he’s hard) inches and he’s decently girthy too. i think in the beginning he’s not very well groomed but if his partner makes one comment about it, he’ll get it under control immediately

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high. like i said, he’ll go for hours on end if you let him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep pretty quickly after taking care of you and cleaning you up, he has you in his arms and that’s all that matters to him

#◜ caitee’𝗌 works ✎ ˚✧ ꜝ #dividers by cafekitsune #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron concepts #outer banks x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks headcanons #outer banks concepts #rafe x you #rafe cameron x you #outer banks x you #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader

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lace-coffin · 1 year ago

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How do you think Asa would deal with somebody having and anxiety attack? Maybe someone who is in his collection having a panic attack because they're scared that he might get bored or tired of them and get rid of them.

Sorry if this is an awkward subject to write about. If it makes you uncomfy or anything please feel free to ignore. Hope you have a good day/night 😊❤️

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack?

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Tw for slight self harm (skin picking)

Thank you so much for this! Keep the asa requests coming because I cannot physically be normal about this man and love writing for him 💖 I appreciate you asking if I’m comfy writing it to! Super sweet!

It all happens so quickly, you’re minding your business, doodling on a notepad in your room at the hotel. Asa bid you goodbye with a kiss on the forehead and a reminder to be good a few hours ago and you’re keeping yourself occupied until his return. You kind of wish you could go with him but you quickly remeber what goes on in the lower sections of the hotel you’re kept away from and decide it’s probably best you don’t. You’ve been there once before and that was enough to satisfy your curiosity for life.

The day continues on like this, keeping yourself entertained and flickering your eyes over the to clock every so often. Eventually it hits 8pm, usually Asa is back around this time, give or take fifteen minutes. Noticing this you scramble to sit pretty on your knees next to the door, waiting for him to return eagerly.

Asa is late, later than usual, it’s not uncommon for things to run over longer than Asa plans, victims being rowdy, traps not working as he hoped, but a seed of doubt settles deep into your stomach. He is coming back…he’ll be back soon.

More time passes and your stomach starts to twist, nausea setting in rapidly, you crawl of out position and sit cross legged. The longer the minutes tick on the deeper you spiral, what if he isn’t coming back? Maybe he’s hurt? No, he’s always prepared if things go south. Did you do something wrong?

You rely on him all the time but it’s not like you have a choice, he’s the one who ripped you from your home and imprisoned you. You rely on him to feed you, wash you, tell you what to do and when to do it…god you sound pathetic, no wonder he doesn’t want you anymore, but isn’t that what he desired? Your complete submission and dedication? The thought makes a sob bubble up on your throat.

Its all too much too quickly, the harsh words and doubt clogging up more and more of your mind until it’s all you can think of, all you can breath. You start to tremble and you know what’s coming, but you don’t know how to help it. Sure enough the hyperventilating starts, gulping for air between shaky sobs, rocking to try ground yourself.

Why would he go to all this effort to hide you away and mould you into his perfect specimen if he was just going to throw you away once he got bored? Didn’t you mean more to him than that or were you just deluded by his affection?

You don’t know how long you’ve been hunched over on the bedroom floor by the time you hear the door open, Asa shrugging off his coat and gloves, at this point you don’t even perk up or move to greet Asa as normal.

Asa was concerned when you weren’t in your usual agreed place, heart rate picking up as he looks for you. His eyes land on you curled into yourself, small cries wracking your body. his eyes soften at the sight, he knew he should’ve called you to let you know he’d be later than usual but it slipped his mind…shit

If physical affection during panic attacks is helpful for you then he’ll announce his presence quietly enough for you to hear him and know he’s there but not enough to startle you even worse. Asa will run his hand through your hair gently and adress you.

If physical affection is off the table during a panic attack Asa will move to sit down next to you after announcing himself, grunting at the way his knees crack on the way down to you.

“I’m sorry I’m late home, things didn’t go as I wanted and I ended up having to stay later, but I’m here now. Please tell me what’s gotten you so upset cricket?” He coos at you affectionately. Usually he’d punish you for not being in your spot on time but not today, today is different.

You trip over your words, trying to get what’s bothering you across to him between sobs and gasps before Asa shushs you. “Don’t hurt yourself, you can tell me once you’re feeling better, just copy me ok?” Asa gives some example deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before releasing slowly. He waits patiently for you to join in until your breathing in sync, your physically separate but it feels personal and intimate, especially coming from someone as stony cold as your sir.

Eventually you calm down enough to speak, still out of breath and teary but much better than before, Asa always has had that affect on you, being a place of comfort compared to the usual terror he instils in others. He prompts you once again to tell him what’s causing all this, you hesitate but slowly start explaining, getting slightly more upset as you reveal your concerns.

Asa’s lips drop into an unhappy straight line, hating to see you like this and hating that it could’ve been avoided if he wasn’t so forgetful.

“May I hold you pet?” He asks for confirmation before pulling you into his lap, letting you cry into his shoulder, he couldn’t care less about the tears and snot you’re leaving on his turtle neck right now.

“Silly cricket, don’t you see how much you mean to me? I’m not one to tiptoe around my feelings, if I’d had enough of you as you put it you wouldn’t be on my lap right now, however I’d say that’s improbable considering you’re my entire world”

Asa tugs the O ring on your collar and moves your chin up to look him in his black scleras. “I’m not sick of you now and I never will be, you belong here, to me, and that’s final” Asa thumbs over your cheek bone and gives you a sweet chaste kiss.

You sit like this in Asa’s lap for a while as he rocks you, whispering affirmations and sweet words into the crook of your neck. Eventually he sits you back on the floor and takes your hand, pulling you with him but not letting your hand go. “We should probably get this cleaned up shouldn’t we pup?” Asa holds up your hands in front of your face, cuticles red and bloody. You didn’t even realise you’d been doing it in the height of your panic.

“Nothing to be ashamed of pet, let me patch you up and I’ll make us some dinner, it’s past your dinner time after all. Maybe if you’re good for the rest of the evening you can sleep with sir tonight, would you like that?”

You nod happily and follow him into the bathroom to treat your wounds, a shy smile creeping its way onto your face and a flutter in your heart.

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me more Asa requests!

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Kinktober Day 7

Prompt: Virginity Pairing: Stablehand!Minho(Lee Know) x fem!reader WC: 4.7k (ish) Summary: Laundry day, the watercooler of maidens, maids, and matrons. When faced with the harsh reality of what being a wife means, you ask your old friend Minho to help break you in a bit. A prequel my Two Princes series. You can read it without the context (as it is a prequel and thus before the events of that series) but it’s the same world. If you’ve read the series, it’s not SUPER tied or needed as context but it was a little thought i had when working on chapter 2 or 3 that I’d started to write at the same time.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Minho or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

Additional TW/CW Under the cut

TW/CW: Minho calls reader “little chick” and one “good girl”, unprotected penetration, bodily fluids, very VERY aggressively consent driven like tons of asking if everything is okay.

TBH after last week’s prompt i needed something fluffy. It’s hard for me to come up with TW/CW outside of “they fuck consensually and nicely and fuck stuff happens.” Minho is a little bit of a teasing jerk i guess but in the most fluffy careful way possible.

Pulling your skirts between your thighs you run from the kitchen, out alongside the fence of the small doctor’s garden, and onto the dirt road to the stables. Mind made up, you couldn’t slow yourself down now. You knew you only had precious few hours to catch him and daylight was dwindling. It wasn’t your fault, it was the matron’s who’d found your posture during the tea service “inadequate” and kept you late as punishment. Huffing and puffing the stables near, no man nor horse in sight. You pick up the pace as much as you can, knocking furiously at the side door. Sweat dripping and hairs all out of place, the matron would’ve scolded you for showing up to anyone’s door this way. In all honesty her scolding would’ve started much before then, if she’d found out just whose door you were pounding on. A man swings open the top half of the door, vest loose and sweat just beginning to soak through his white undershirt. He licks his lips and smiles. “Well, well, well. It’s been some time, little chick, since you last called.” “Minho, I need you to take me.” You don’t mince words with him. You know not to. His eyebrows shoot up, head shaking with confusion. The lower half of the door swings free, smacking loosely against your legs. “I’m concerned and intrigued,” he says, beckoning you in.

Earlier in the week you’d made up your mind. You needed to lose it. When the older women had already headed back with their linens already hung neatly, the younger had stayed chatting a while longer. It wasn’t known what exactly started the conversation but if you were a betting woman you’d assume it was the rumor of a woman’s pregnancy only lasting a total of 5 months. Betrothed to a wealthy baron of the town and assumed a virgin, she’d quickly inflated with child upon sealing their vows. You’d expected giggles of disapproval but instead saw quiet shrugs. “It’s like that sometimes,” one of the girls shrugs. “It’s probably best she went into that marriage knowing rather than it being her first.” “I’d rather have it done by someone handsome and rugged and marry well later. She got a good deal there. Risky but a deal,” another concurred. “Isn’t there value in learning together?” Your voice quivers slightly as you try to speak up. The girls blink back at you, like you’re an alien. “Sure, but it’s a risk.” “It’s expected but, to be upfront with you, I don’t know that I’d endorse it. Most men can’t button their own breeches in the morning, you can’t expect them to know what to do as it comes to women’s ways.” You nod solemnly, hoping they didn’t press further into your history. Or what history you could claim. Mostly you’d learned from word of mouth or the occasional poorly discarded dirty pamphlet. Until that summer you’d assumed to most you were invisible, that was until your body grew into itself like a puppy growing into it’s ears. Even then a couple quick pecks behind an arras was nothing to boast about.

Sliding the lock behind you, Minho pulls himself up on a gate, stretching his arms long to pull down the ladder to the loft. It had been ages since you’d last been in a place with him alone. Growing up under the watchful eyes of the castle as children inside the walls you’d been able to run freely around with him, a plethora of adults there to intervene if the two of you got into trouble. One to stick more to the shadows, he always pulled you into the sunlight. Coaxing you into his outdoor adventures, finding creatures to befriend and forging for snacks. The matron hated this of course, but you were a child before you were a girl. Somewhere along the line it shifted, becoming a girl first and foremost. Minho changed too. Hopping down and landing softly in a cloud of dirt, he brushes himself off. “Ladies first, little chick.” Hands on the ladder you begin to pull yourself up. Feet barely past the second wrung, Minho comes in behind you, bracing the sides of the ladder, face close to your lower back. “Won’t you be able to see up my skirt that way?” You turn and ask, eyes narrowed. “Oh now you want to talk about modesty? When you were just at my gate shouting about bedding down.” Everything is phrased as a joke but his expression is serious. It’s hard to tell if you should laugh or not. “If I don’t stabilize the ladder and you tumble ass over kettle the matron will have much more of me than my head so I suggest you scurry on up, for the both of our sakes.” He smiles, patting your butt lightly.

The loft has a low ceiling but wide footprint. It’s dimly lit but charming nevertheless. Minho has all he needs. A wash basin, chest of drawers, full length mirror, a bedside table with a small lamp. The bed is paradoxically huge and luxurious, albeit on the ground, but the biggest you’d seen outside of the guest’s quarters. “I don’t have a place to sit but-” Minho’s head pokes over the edge of the flooring as you gasp. “The bed is comfortable. I caught it as they were turning over a room and smuggled it up here myself. Almost passed out trying to pull it up.” You flop dramatically down, the boning in your bodice restricting your waist movement, freezing you in perfect vertical lines rather than letting your body naturally curve. Sitting bolt upright your lungs feel like they are in your throat, your feet hang off the side of the bed to keep your dirt laden shoes from the comforter. “It’s nice,” you bleat. “Soft.” Wordlessly Minho kneels by your feet, pulling the laces loose and slipping your feet free of their confines. He looks up at you and your heart skips, his hands are rough on your stockings but somehow you don’t really mind. His expression quickly snaps to a devilish grin as he smacks your feet onto the mattress. “You can get comfortable then, little chick. Am I a stranger?” He stands quickly and moves to the washbasin, scrubbing the days work from his hands. “You aren’t a stranger but,” you sigh deeply or as deeply as the bodice allows. “It’s been-” “We’ve changed,” he nods, shuffling off his shoes and collapsing back into the other side of the bed. “Physically I mean. But what’s this about me ‘taking’ you? What has you all in a tizzy, little chick? Showing up at the stables asking for-” You smack his arm and take as deep a breath as you can manage, “I heard a rumor,” you trail off. “About me? Or you? Or someone else?” He barrages you for details. “Let me get to it Minho! So bothersome, gosh.” You wince as you try to breathe again, leaning back to your elbows to give your organs more room to shift and relieve your lungs. His hand comes to your shoulder and lightly presses you forward. “It’s tight right? Let me-” he pulls at the knot at the base of your spine, pulling each cross at your back loose. “Oh AH,” you moan and slump forward as the bodice releases. “The matron-” “That bitch,” he whispers under his breath, tickling your shoulder, just loud enough that you can hear it. You giggle and lean back again. “Yeah, the matron said that if I laced it tighter I wouldn’t have such problems with my posture and took the opportunity to correct the matter.” “So, back to the rumor you heard. Me, you, someone else? Why are you in my loft, in my bed, and allowing me to undress you?” You roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Fine,” you huff, “First, the rumor was about this baron’s wife who spent only a few months pregnant before birthing the healthiest baby boy the midwife had ever seen. We got to talking and, well, there was a debate.” Minho turns on his side, leaning over you slightly, just in your peripheral vision. “A debate? About me?” “Not everything is about you, Minho, let me continue!” You spit back in frustration. “Anyway, the topic of trying the milk before buying the cow came up-” “Virgin 'til the wedding night or sneaking off into a hay bale. I see.” “Not a hay bale!” You smack his thigh lightly. “But yes, essentially. Should a woman be a little learned in the ways of the world or an innocent. The more the group talked about it the more I thought. Well it was a dumb thought. I worried,” you stutter, suddenly unable to get your thoughts out under his watchful gaze. “It’s nice to see you again.” “All this talk of bedding down and you thought of your long friend Minho,” a smile creeps across his face. “What a strange little chick you are.” “If you must know Minho, it wasn’t a fully innate thought of mine. Your name was mentioned. Positively.” He smiles softly and flops onto his back. Both of you staring at the ceiling in silence for a moment. “I suppose, I train people to ride horses…” he drifts off.

You thought laying in silence with a man might be awkward, especially after confessing your motives to him. With Minho it wasn’t. Ears full of the soft sounds of the horses heavy breaths below you instead of idle chatter. It was easy to imagine laying for hours letting your mind wander the landscape of sounds. “So, little chick, truthfully, which did you want to investigate more? My aptitude or..” “My problem. Or, it’s not a problem but, my…lack of experience. I trust you more than any man and to hear others tell it, my trust in this matter wouldn’t be misplaced.” “Ah,” his small noise of acknowledgement is all you get from him. Your stomach twists and plummets to rock bottom. Some part of your imagination expected him to leap on top of you and rip your clothes off. His chill attitude is hard to read, you don’t even know if he’s agreeable to it. “I was hoping maybe you’d…if today would be okay?” You ask and want to die. “Right, yeah,” he turns over again to loom at your side. “I will absolutely comply with your request but I need you to be honest with me. Are you completely untouched? Truly and totally?” You nod, ears burning, you turn away from him to hide the embarrassed expression you wore. “That’s the…I don’t even know where to start. I wouldn’t know where to start.” His calloused fingers trace your forearm, small goosebumps prickling in his wake. “Well, we can start slow. You will tell me what you like, what you don’t, where to stop and I, in turn, will make it well worth both our time.” “Really?” You spin around to face him, excited, mood totally lifted. He’s smirking to himself, an unrecognizable glimmer in his eye. Your heart beats out of your chest, tongue tied into knots. He’d always been Minho, your Minho. You’d seen him up close plenty of times but you’d never really looked at him like this. Strong nose, strong cheekbones, strong brow, strong jaw, everything about him was quietly strong. Even the line of his muscles below his shirt were long and lean, perfect for horseriding. “Do you want me to undress you then? Or will you do it yourself? Some like the power of choosing what to reveal, others prefer the careful caress of another’s hands. You could start yourself and have me assist you or…” “You. You please.” You sit up again, shuffling your back to him, offering your laces. Every move he makes is languid, like moving through thick molasses. The string pops through the eyelets until the contraption falls forward, freeing you. He waits, gaging your reaction with a watchful eye. You’re unflinching, steadfast in your resolve. “Some men, are not as gentle as me. Trying to keep your composure, your heart leaps to your throat. “Oh, I-” you stutter, unsure of the response to give. “I’m known on occasion to not be so gentle too. If you would like, I can be with you too.” His tone is smooth as his hand travels down the soft cotton of your chamise. You’d never imagined how good a simple touch could feel, as though every nerve along your spine was sparking asynchronously, like a fire spitting tiny flames. “Oh err, I suppose just, this? This is good, yeah.” You lean back into his palm, eyes closing. Minho watches your face relax. Jaw unclenching and brow melting as he reaches the base of your spine, briefly stiffening as he loses contact to start back at the nape of your neck again. “I’m going to take off your skirts and stockings now, sweetheart.” He directs you, hands working at the knots that hold your skirt, waistbands loosening and falling around your hips. “I’ll need your help the rest of the way.” Sliding back into the sheets, your hold your hips up to let him drag the skirts off in one bunch. “I’ve heard you use this tone before. With the horses,” you laugh nervously. “Humans and horses aren’t so different,” he mutters under his breath, mildly annoyed with the perceived slight. “Both require respect to be ridden well. Respect, confidence, and trust. Otherwise one might hurt the other.” His words are reverent as he looks down at you. The orange hue of the late afternoon sun warms his skin, lips open ever so slightly. You realize his hand his placed carefully on your cotton covered bent knee. With so much as a flick of his wrist he could reveal you, the thought of which has your entire system vibrating on edge. Instead he maintains eye contact as his palm presses the fabric to you, slowly but surely guiding it down your thighs. It’s enough to have your body on fire, chest heavy as you remember to breathe. The way you lean into Minho’s touch has him more turned on than he cares to admit. This entire experience was about you. It was not about him. It was a favor to you, not something for him to take advantage of. Yet he couldn’t help the pit of guilt twisting his stomach, almost relishing in the feeling. Your knees knock together cutely as the last bit of slip falls to your hips, leaving only your stockings for warmth. Your eyes could bore holes in him the way they are fixed on his lips. With a chuckle his hands run the length of your thighs, parting them and stripping back the last vestiges of fabrics on your lower half. “You want me to kiss you? I can kiss you.” “Yes!” You practically yelp, tingling turning to burning turning into bursting in your gut. The press of his lips to your inner thigh is like salve, sensation just as intense as your back arches up and away from the mattress. “I like that. I like it a lot,” you pant as he hovers, waiting for you. “Have you ever touched yourself?” His eyes flick to your pussy, legs akimbo and fully exposed. You start to shake your head no and catch yourself, the shock of sudden embarrassment sending jets of cold down your spine. Could he tell? Could a man tell? “Not touched but I found this…lewd pamphlet in the trash…” you begin, forcing yourself to focus as his lips slowly travel towards your sex. Minho hums to indicate he’s still listening as he teases you. “...so I read that pamphlet and my stomach felt funny and the only thing that made it feel better was sliding my pillow between my thighs-” A millimeter away from kissing your cunt he stops abruptly to look up at you with a grin. “Naughty, naughty, sneaking away with crass material to waste yourself on a pillow,” he laughs. “So never in yourself? Just riding your pillow.” He can barely contain his excitement, hand cupping you, middle and ring finger slowly stroking around your slit. Slowly he works his middle finger into your hole, tighter and wetter than he’d thought it could be. His digit moves with your hard breaths, stroking just barely inside of you. “I’m going to stretch you out a bit. How does this feel?” “Like you’re petting my belly button from the inside,” you squirm, every other word catching for a second in your throat. A second finger slips in alongside the first, eased by the gathering wetness. The pressure is strange at first, not painful but not comfortable. Not until Minho presses the heel of his palm to your throbbing mound, grinding it down as your eyelids flutter in delight. “You can moan if you want, if it feels good.” Your mouth hangs dumbly, hips naturally working with his hand. “I don’t know how!” You pant as your ride his hand. “You don’t?” Minho’s voice lilts with false sympathy. “You seem to be doing just fine with this. Just relax, no one can hear you out here. No one but me.” Eyes closed you don’t even realize you’re moving in sync with him, face scrunching cutely. You follow him blindly, chasing an unknown feeling on a strange path. Suddenly your stomach swoops, eyes flying open with a gasp as your entire body tingles warmly. Legs snapping shut on his body, you wriggle away from the stimulation. “I think I died. I think I’m going to pass out. What was that,” you ask. Your vision feels slow, body foggy, heart beating both too fast and too slow. “Well the French call it the little death, if that helps.” Minho smiles and withdraws his glistening hand, holding in the light like a trophy. “Most oafs can’t do that, you know, that’s why all your little friends can’t keep quiet about me. They just go about blinding, inserting themselves and pounding away. Idiots. Animals.”

Minho turns completely away for the first time since you got into his bed. Tugging the white shirt free, his back looks strong, stronger than you remember it being. Not that you thought about it much back then, him or his back. But now it was the only thing on your mind. Pulling off his shirt his thumbs hook into the top of his drawers, pausing. “You’ve…seen a man before right,” he asks over his shoulder. “You know what a cock looks like.” You can’t help the small nervous giggle that passes your lips. “I’ve seen one, yeah,” you reply with your stomach all aflutter. You’d seen them in passing or in paintings but not so closely. It feels surreal to think on the other side of him is that sort of thing. “You know you should never giggle at a man in such a precarious position,” he scolds. “Now do you want to do it or shall I? We can stop now if you’re too nervous.” Minho really hopes you aren’t too nervous. With the time and effort he spent prepping you he’d inadvertently wound himself up as well, teetering on the edge of discomfort as his swollen cock pulses in its confines. God, the sheer thought you might take him up on his offer to stop here has his stomach swooping, playful expression turned serious. Sucking in your breath and closing your eyes, “you. You do it. And tell me when. And then I’ll look.” Nose scrunched and adorable, he smiles again. “Okay little chick, we’ll do it your way then. I’m going to unbutton my breeches, slide them off, and then you can open your eyes, or tell me to sod it and put everything back on.” Slowly his fingers slip the buttons through their eyelets, hissing with relief as his shaft springs free. He’s more naked than you now, although not by much, your chest still covered by your chamise. Fighting a smile as he looks at your both eager and apprehensive expression he announces his state of dress to you. Cracking an eye open you see it, briefly and blurry. Instinct snaps you eyelid closed with a jump. Sheer curiosity gets the better of you quickly, screwing your courage up to open both of your eyes on your next exhale. “Oh wow,” you inhale sharply, eyebrows lifting with your lids. A few stiff blinks have your eyes cleared “It’s…you’re…” you can’t find the right words. He’s not like the paintings of men or sculptures or those you’d seen in passing, all of which had them loosely hanging, passive between their thighs. This, this is different. Veiny, thick, truly a muscle pointing proudly up and out from his stomach. The boost to his ego is unimaginable as you stare agog. Even knowing it was your first didn’t seem to fight back his swelling pride. “Want to touch it?” It twitches as he talks. You hadn’t even realized you’d slowly raised forward from the sheets to look closer at it. Taking your hand in his he guides you to it until you’re naturally curling your fingers, around it. It’s softer than you thought it could be, velveteen and warm. The veins and muscle making ridges and grooves all down the shaft you stroke it slowly, face full of wonderment. Minho sighs deeply, shuddering. Though you don’t know the details of a successful handjob your eager curiosity makes up for it. A shiny bead gathers just on the slit, your thumb rubbing over it and smearing the substance over the head.

“As lovely as your hand is, I think we have other matters to attend to,” Minho says and pushes you back to the mattress. “You’re lucky I have some oil for just this sort of occasion.” He produces a small bottle from the opposite side of his bed, uncorking it and dribbling a small amount along his length. “You’re still sure?” He checks again, pumping his fist along his shaft to coat himself. “You’ve done so well today, there’s no shame in it. Ever. Even when it’s not with me.” “Minho please, I’m not so little anymore. I’m not a child. It’s my decision. I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to be my first. I trust you. Can you just…do it already?” He half laughs, more huffs at your frustrated outburst. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought you were.” “Then WHY?” “You’re really cute when you’re frustrated with me,” his smirk sends your heart flutter as he closes in on you. He hoists your hips with one arm and places a pillow beneath your hips, the display of raw strength sending the pack of butterflies from your heart into your sex. The blunt pressure of his cock, poised at your entrance, has your toes wriggling. Your expression opens into something between ecstasy and agony as his hips press forward. A half caught grunt escapes your throat from someone deep in your gut. The stretch isn’t the most painful, it just feels so foreign it catches you off guard. Suddenly acutely aware of how little space there is between organs there’s still a dull ache as your walls adjust. “Hu-hurts a bit.” Your knees catch his hips to keep him from going any deeper. “Let me distract you.” He starts pulling up your chamise, yanking it over your head with an urgency not yet seen from him. You don’t think your breasts are anything special to look at, especially splayed akimbo as they are. Yet Minho’s eyes say otherwise. Minho’s mouth says otherwise, attaching to your neck, mouthing away at your soft skin. Your body reacts autonomously, hips rolling back and forth on his half speared cock. Nipples pebbled, his tongue lathes over one, rolling the other between his fingers. “Oh, oh, ohhhh lord,” you gasp and moan. “It’s good oh fuck Minho, it’s good.” Grin grazing your oversensitive nipple he pushes his hips the final length in and stills, trying to keep himself from cumming immediately inside of you. Hot, tight, wet, he’s almost delirious with need as he hears your punched out groan. Releasing your tit with a pop he leans back to enjoy his handiwork. Impaled, your hair is wild on the pillow, chest rising and falling as you fuck yourself helplessly on his stiffened member. “It’s like you were made to take cock, you’ve already got the hang of it.” “Feels good,” are the only words you can blubber out dumbly in response. Your half hearted excuse. “More, need more.” “One man can’t exactly give that,” he chuckles. “You’re squeezing the sin from me, you know.” He groans as your walls flutter around him in a weak orgasm. He thrusts a couple times into you, noting how you meet each one, pelvis bouncing him deeper. As much as he loves when your chests touch, the intimacy of looking in your eyes, you asked for more. Taking what’s left of his strength he pulls from you, a look of shock and sadness crossing your face for a second.

“You’re going to ride me now, since you wanted more.” He says laying on his back. “Climb up buttercup, thighs on either side” he slaps his own thighs to indicate where he wants you. “Now what you’re going to do is take my shaft and slowly sink yourself on it.” He’s sticky with release but you oblige, eyelids fluttering as you sink down, swiveling and stirring him with your hips. Minho fights to keep his eyes open and watchful as a wave of ecstasy washes over him. “Now bounce on it, doesn’t need to be fast just the one pace.” His hands at your waist help manuver you, holding just enough to help keep the rhythm. And what a delicious rhythm, tits bouncing dramatically with each smack of your ass to his pelvis. Curses you’ve never heard nor had yet been invented flow from his mouth as you hands start to explore your body. You touch the source of the white hot heat, clit engorged and sensitive. Slowly you circle it in time with your bounces, as though winding a music box. “It’s happening again!” You whine and buck. “Minho, Minho, Minho, it’s happening!” Your bouncing stops, hips frantically grinding back and forth on him, hand trapped between you. Moaning and groaning your instinct takes over, working the man below you like an object. “That’s it, cum. Let it happen. Let it go. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” Its like he said the magic words, a floodgate opening as your walls flutter and bare down on him. He helps you along, holding you in place and fucking up into you through your climax, barely able to pull you off of him in time to spill his seed on his own soft tummy. It’s not a second too soon as you can hear the dinner chimes in the distance, the first reminder that you are being watched. “Damn it,” he says through clenched panting. “The matron-” “That bitch.”

A bit bedraggled you dash back up the dirt path as the third dinner bell rings, the last of the series, marking you officially late. Other than the dull ache of your cunt you feel no materially different. Still you wish you could’ve stayed in the loft for ages. Your thoughts cloud your once empty skull with anxieties. You really wish you could’ve stayed.

The light from a guest room shines down as you trot past the small kitchen garden. A man sitting by the window watches you, blonde hair haloed by the light. There’s something enchanting and honest about your disheveled state. Truthful to humanity. He had to see it closer. He had to be the cause of it. Taking out a pad of scratch paper he sketches quickly as he can, unprepared to attempt to capture your brand of beauty in quill and ink. He keeps the accompanying memo short; “a birthday idea.”

If you’re interested and HAVEN’T read Two Princes, it is linked in my masterlist. It’s FAR spicier so heed those warnings.

I felt a little weeeee bit rushed on this one but it was already so long, I might redo, I might not. IDK.

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