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I've been watching grians pov for so long kajdfkasj ON EP 15 RN 7 MORE, GOING STRONG here are some grian sketches from watching
Go etho leap frog game and the family hermit chair
#hermitcraft 10#hc 10#hc s10#grian#grian fanart#ive been binging these episodes oh my gods#Go permit challenges#grian in the leap frog#etho and grian are such a fun duo#I love the permit office bit#we're not corrupt we're just lazy
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Could you maybe do the jjk men with a brat reader?
Ëââ§ê°á !! BRAâźTâźAMER !! à»ê± â§âË | jjk men
âżê«¶ á©škento, satoru, suguru, sukuna & toji Ă taming their bratty baby
contents: JJK men x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences - brat taming - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - manhandling - shibari; rope bondage - sex toys - impact play (p + a slapping) - Daddy kink - overstimulation - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - more stuff specified in their respective perspectives - mentions of drool/spit, pain, and tears.
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a. note: my first multi-chara post to celebrate 10k, yippeee!! lmk how i did ( âąâĄ-)-â©
ââ âż Nanami Kento âź sex in a public space; office room - thigh riding - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (pressing and pinching) - orgasm denial - pet names (baby, [my] love, sweetpea).
âTaaahhh, Kentooo, more, moooreâŠâ
All you had to do was be good, not cause too much trouble for your boyfriend in his place of work, and be patient.
So why does your man have to pull you aside to one of the offices of Jujutsu Tech to correct you?
âYouâre not supposed to be enjoying yourself, love. Especially after that stunt you pulled a few minutes ago.â
Nanami pressed you against a wall, his arms caging you and a leg between yours. After a rather inappropriate display of affection, you had showcased to one of the faculty members he was speaking withâpoor Ijichiâhe grabbed your wrist and stormed inside to find the quietest area to deal with you. What is supposed to be a talk on your childish antics turned intoâŠyou riding his thigh?
He doesnât know why or how it happened; one moment, he was lecturing you on how indecent your behavior was (in a school, no less!), and then he watched your attention drift downward, away from his chocolate eyes to the tan pants. Your hips slowly come to and fro, sliding your groin on the hard surface of his thigh. He catches on after the third or fourth thrust, the tone of this conversation dialing to a more intimate connotation.Â
Your hands grab hold of his blazer, shaky huffs escaping your lips. âOhhh, Kentooo,â you purr with a bitten lip. âYou feel so goodâŠâ
âIs this what you wanted?â The blonde man comes to your ear to whisper and shivers crawl up your spine as you nod. He brings a hand to cup and squish your cheeks. âBut explain why you were playing with my belt in front of my peers, my love?â
âBecause,â you drop your head on his chest, the rhythm ace of your hips going a bit faster. âYou're supposed toâMmmm!âgive meâŠattention.âÂ
âYeah?â He chews on your ear, and a soft gasp exits your mouth. âDoesnât mean you have to do stuff like that, honey; it makes me look bad.â
You giggled. âYou know how much I love to see your reactions, babe. Itâs funnyâEeyaah!â
âWell, Iâm not laughing,â Nanamiâs hand glided down to your skirt, lifting it to touch your groin covered by underwear, and itâs not surprising to feel a damp spot getting wetter. âIâve told you multiple times to be patient.â
âIâŠIâI canât help it!â He shushes you as your voice gets a bit louder, but thatâs expected when his thick fingers press hard on your clit. âWhenever Iâm with you, I want to be theâfuckâthe only thing you care aboutâŠâ
Nanami kisses your cheek faintly, and you melt to the kiss as his fingers slither inside your panties. âYou know I always care about you,â his middle finger teasing your labia and getting covered by your slick. âAnd when itâs just us two, I always know how to treat you right, huh?â
âYessss,â you sigh heavenly; the feel of his digit teasing your entrance have you giddy, and his thumb brushing and pressing up on your clit makes you jitter. âOhhh, Ken, right thereâŠâ
âWhatâs that, sweetpea?â He gently pinches your bud with his thumb and fore, and you grip his blazer as reins. âWant me to care for my baby like I know how?â You slam your lips onto his; he groans and permits the kiss, sucking on your tongue while his fingers curl and erupt moans of pleasure for him to drink. You separate to pant heavily, and he says: âTell me, my love.â
Oh, God, yes! The bucks of your hips get faster. âYess, pleaseeeâŠ!â
He huffs with a tiny smile. âWell, not right now.â
âŠ.Huh?
Nanami removes his fingers from your skirt and immediately removes himself from you, wiping your essence with his tongue and handkerchief. âLike I said, you must be patient to get what you want.â
Wait, huh?!? âW-Wait a minute, we were,â you watch him walk to the office door. âJust gettingâŠstarted.â
âI know; I gave you a small taste of whatâs to come after my meeting,â he opens the sliding door. âUntil then, stay here and be good like I told you.â
âHold onâKento, stop!â Before he leaves, Nanami gives you a smirk, a tiny sign of victory on his part. And with the close of the door, you groan out loud for all the people of the school to hear.
ââ âż GojĆ Satoru âź oral (f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking + sucking) - multiple orgasms - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - mention of drool/spit.
âHaaaahshiiiit! Ahhhh, âToruuu, shtop iiiit!!â
âMmphaaâfucking God, you taste so fucking good, angel.â
Gojo is just as childish as youâdonât let the height and the intimidating aura fool you, motherfucker is a literal overgrown child. When he needs to be serious, he will deliver as the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, and his confidence and indestructible arrogance are what aid him in flying through his enemies or people who wrongfully think they can try to control him.
And that also goes for you, his little cute brat of a crybaby.
âSatâruuuu, donât suck so hâAaaahh!!â
You loved to play fire with fire with your tall boyfriend, both harboring an ego that clashes periodically. You never want to make it easy for him; heâs the strongest, after allâhe should be able to handle you! For example, one thing that Gojo canât stand when heâs with you is ignoring him. You want to get him really on his nerves? Just ignore him as best as you can! And thatâs what you did, walking around your shared apartment, not coming to him when he calls or listening to music on full blast while scrolling on your phone until he snatches it off your head.
Orâand this is the bestâmoving away from him whenever heâs affectionate towards you. Oh, it messes with his head! He puts an arm around you? Scoot out of his reach. Wants to hold hands with you? Nonchalantly remove yours and act like youâre checking your nails. Pulling you in for a hug and kiss? Suck your teeth and put your hand on his expecting lips, and move somewhere else to really add salt to the wound.
It leaves him shellshock, gawking at your figure walking away from himâand you know his expressions must be golden. But heâs not dumbâhe knows what game youâre playing. And, most certainly, two can play that game.Â
âGaahhh, nnnhh, y-yoâr tongueâGhhhh!â
Gojo knows youâre putting him through this trivial hell for your enjoyment because heâll come crawling right back to you for attention. And he willâŠand heâll do it in a manner you hadnât envisaged tenfold.
He pulled you by the legs on the living room couch, hearing you giggle as he stripped you off your leggings and underwear. It started smallâkisses and light nibbles on your inner thighs, spreading your legs for access. You peer down to his snow-haired head, grinning in triumph as you finally get what you want.
HoweverâŠthereâs a catch.
Gojoâs tongue feverishly tongues you down, nestling the wet muscle in between the lips of your labia. His saliva and your come blend with the swishes of his tongue and is then sucked into his mouth. Your body quakes from the commotion of your boyfriend eating you out so ceaselessly, his nose bumping into the hood of your clitoris.
âFuuuck, baby, you taste too good!â
 ââToru, stop iiit, itâs too muuuch!â You shake your head thatâs pounding relentlessly. âI came three times already!â
âEhhh, but this is what you wanted, right?â He loves the way you shudder as he licks and flicks your clit. âWanted me to treat you like a princess, huh?â
You writhe as he blows and spits on your messy cunt, yet the hands on the back of your knees keep you aground to the couch. âNnnmph, nânot like thisss, one was enoughâIâm gonna breakâŠ!â You nearly choke on your drool as Gojo sucks on your clit roughly. âD-DonâtâŠ! FuuuhuhuuckâŠ!!â
The white-headed man lifts his face to look at you, watching your expressions and wailing cries as he stuffs his fingers to please you. âAwww, whatâs wrong, sweetie?â The blunt of his fingertips scraping your texture has you moaning aloud. âThink youâll cum again?âÂ
You babble and nod so frantically; God, you were too adorable for him.
âMmmm, I donât know,â the sing-song tune meant to patronize as Gojoâs fingers go faster. âIâm still kinda hurt you avoided five of my kisses today,â he returns his face to your chasm. âBut if you can cum for me five times, all is forgiven, princess~.â
âBuâBut I canâtâŠ!â Teeth find your bottom lip to chew once he stuffs his mouth back onto you, latching his lips to slurp more of your fluids with a firm hold on your knees. âIâll breaaaakâŠ!â
âThatâs exactly what I want!â
ââ âż GetĆ Suguru âź shibari; rope bondage (boxtie) - fingering (f! receiving) - sex toy; clit vibrator - finger sucking - clitoral play - overstimulation - pet names (baby, pumpkin, sweetie).
Do you really think a man who raised two girls on his own doesnât know how to handle a minx like you?
âHahhhh, ohmyGâMmmph! Suguru, pleaseeeââ
âShhh, quiet, baby. Or they might hear you.â
Letâs be honest with ourselvesâif anything, he likes it when you try him like this.
If Gojo was overgrown child #1, then Geto is second in proclaiming that title. However, unlike Gojo, heâs not going to come to your level and try to one-up you in your gameâno, no, no; thatâs not his style of play. Instead, Geto aims to bring you down from your high horse and humble you.
You experience it firsthand after trying to badmouth him earlier, calling him some stupid nicknames that arenât appropriate for his cult members to hear, doing or going places you were told not to, or whining at him for attending to his activities rather than spending time with you as he promised. You are supposed to be his top priority, and, to your dismay, you are not being top prioritized now. Hmph!Â
Of course, Geto is witness to your little tantrum, letting your childish nature reign supreme until he has the availability to deal with you. And when he does deals with youâ
âUghhh!! Fffshiiit, d-donât doo that!!â
He deals with you.
Now youâre in his quarters, stripped from your flared mini-skirt and your hands tied behind your back with shibari rope. Your back to his chest, vulnerable to him as he gropes your chest with one hand, the other in between your spread legs, fingers playing with your leaking cunt. Fingertips rub on surfaces you canât reach, and you canât help but release your cries.
He chuckles as you writhe from the rough tweeze of your nipple. âYouâre such a handful, you know that?â His hand leaves your shirt to toy with the blindfold that shields your eyes. âJust canât behave and make things easier for me, can you?âÂ
âMmmmâohhshiiit,â you throw your head after a curl to your upper vaginal wall. ââŠJ-Just because you tell me to do something, doesnât mean Iâllâohhh!âdo itâŠ!â
âAnd you wonder why youâre in this predicament.â Geto then grabs the small remote sitting idly by his side, presses a button, and the moan you let out grows predictably louder. âWoah, thatâs a nice sound!â
The vibrator thatâs held by your panties stimulates the sensitivity of your clitoris, having you gasp and wail from the intensity and your legs wanting to close. This is impossible as Getoâs ankles keep your feet apart; your feeble attempts to squirm out of his proximity only farce him. âDonât try and run now, sweetie. Gotta stay still to correct your behavior.â
ââNnnaaa, ahaha, correct me?â You titter in pants, moving your face to peer at your lover with innocent doe eyes. âYou wouldnât punishâŠme, your sweet babygirl, right?âÂ
The narrowness of his violent eyes, paired with the broad smirk, has you clamping onto his digits like crazy. Geto sighs as he removes his hand from your aching slit, your fluids coating his slender fingers before she shoves them inside your mouth. âLook at you trying to act sweet now,â you lather his fingers with your tongue, sucking on them and tasting your excess come. âWe havenât even gotten to the real punishment yet, but youâre already crying.â
Your hips sway voluntarily, your ass purposely grinding on his groin. âD-Do it, then! Iâm not scaredâDaaah!!â Geto removes his hand from your lips to travel back down, pressing on your panties to have the vibrating clit toy overwhelm your senses.
âHeh, bet you canât even last five minutes in, pumpkin.â He grinds the vibrator on your clit more.
âNnmph! Make that ten!â
He scoffs. âWeâll see.â
ââ âż RyĆmen Sukuna âź size difference (true form! kuna) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - eagle position - degradation - clitoral play (pinching) - impact play; pussy slaps - choking - unprotected sex - pet names (little toy, pet) - mention of pain and tears.
ââHaahhh, fuuuckâAaaaht!â
âShut the fuck up, little shit. You even scream like a fuck toy.â
Oh, to be a brat to the King of Curses. Indeed, you have a death wish.
Not only is Sukuna the powerful curse user of Jujutsu history, but he is also the most selfish, egotistical, and vilest man ever to walk on this Earth. People and curses around him know better than to challenge his standing, knowing that theyâd end up in minced pieces or beheaded in their first step. It is that fearful respect that Sukuna feeds on, besides cutting down on those who absurdly test him.
And you, his little consort, tested him the worst of all.
One thing that Sukuna fancies about you is your independence; itâs the thing that had him curious about you in the first placeâit beats someone clinging onto him and seeking comfort in his personal space. The problem, however, is how that said independence has its faults. For his life, no one in this rotating globe has found joy in pushing the giant cursed manâs buttons other than you. In his philosophy, when Sukuna commandsânever asksâto do something, nothing is expected outside of doing simply that.Â
He does not expect the âNah, donât wannaâs, the âIâm busy, ask someone else,â or worse: âEver heard of please, big buy? Oh! Better yet, how about begging me to do it~?â
Infuriating is the best word to describe having to deal with you. Your only saving grace is that he treasures and finds use in your presence; if not, your blood would be seeping down to the bedrock.
âŠHowever, that doesnât mean he wonât pin you down and teach you a lesson if necessary. After all, he eats people for less.
So here you were, back on the futon while your legs were propped up by Sukunaâs upper arms, all of your clothes scattered around the tatami flooring surrounding the room, and sweat decorating your hot skin.Â
Your hands find purchase on his massive thighs as he bullies one of his fat cocks into your asshole; the sheer girth of him is enough for your eyes to run for the ceiling. âDaaahh, hooohshit, iâm âo fuuullâŠ!â
âHmph,â the four-eyed man scoffs at your comment, watching your expression contort to pitiful euphoria. âFucking pet, the only thing you can think about is dick.â He slams his hips, roughly smacking your ass and scraping the walls of your rear channel with the tip of his cock. âToo stubborn to even follow what I tell you to do.â
The mouth of his stomach licks your tummy. âMmmm, w-who pulled your pants up a notch?â You dare flash a smile at him during this, yet it withers away when the forefinger and thumb of his lower left hand find your clitoris and give it a pinch.
âStill got enough spark to talk back, huh?â The digits roughly squeeze your sensitive bud and only have you screaming louder and your anus puckering on his length tighter. âHnngh...Just doing things I tell you when you want to,â another snap of his hips causes a howl, along with another nip to your clit. âBut when it comes to this, youâre a real submissive tool, hmm?... Oi, Iâm talking to you.âÂ
Sukuna slaps your cuntâand he slaps it hardâthe impact has your eyes shot wide and cry out from the pain flourishing. âNnnfff! F-FuckâŠI only listen to you when it benefits me!â
âYou never listen to me.â
You giggle wickedly with tearful eyes. âThatâs the point.â
Maroon orbs narrow with the growth of an evil grin. âFucking whore,â you earned yourself another smack of the palm on your chasm.Â
ââFfffuuhuuck!!â Your head is thrown back to the sole pillow you lay on, your small frame overshadowed by his gigantic size. âIâm so cloooseâŠgonna cuuumâŠâ
Another slap. âWhat makes you think Iâd let you cum?â
Your face returns to look at him with a bitten lip, eyes fierce yet playful. âBecause I fucking said I so!â Oh, fuck did that reply tickle something in Sukuna, a guttural chuckle sneaking up on him.Â
He switches his upper right arm with the lower right to grab your neck. Your tiny fingers come to his wrist as the crook of his thumb is enough to add weight to your windpipe, yet your hazy smile refuses to leave your face. âYour say so means nothing to me. You will cum when I say so, little toy. Is that clear?âÂ
Your resilience is still present in your eyes, but youâre smart enough to know you should comply. You nod slowly, and the grip on your throat loosens a bit. Sukuna then silently moves his lower left hand to guide the top of his dual cock, kissing your aching folds. The hand on your throat grabs for your cheeks to keep your face on himâhe likes to watch what happens once he inserts inside you. Your eyes roll with tears striking down, your mouth goes agape to the push of his cockhead, and the silent shriek at the addition of his second cock nestling within you all has him snicker malevolently.
âPathetic.â
ââ âż Fushiguro TĆji âź manhandling - restricted movement - oral (m! receiving) - Daddy kink - backshots/leapfrog position - impact play; spanking - unprotected sex - pet names (baby, babygirl, mama) - cervix-fucking - creampies - mention of pain and spit/drool.
âOhhh! Ohh! D-Daddy, it huuurtsâShaaaah!!â
âGonna keep hurtinâ more if you donât quit squirminâ like that.â
Toji is one motherfucker who knows how to deal with brats; like Sukuna, he gets a kick out of it. So, someone like you who likes to cross a line with him? Heâs just waiting for you to give him the chance.
That chance came today when you really wanted to try him. You always had a big mouth on youâsomething that humored the older man more frequently than not. Walking up and down saying shit that tries to tick him off because, he knows, thatâs what you want: to get a rise out of him. And sometimes heâd brush it off, not buying into your bullshit or saying, âDonât talk big unless yâre tryinâ to learn.âÂ
Nevertheless, there are times when that big mouth of yours felt like you did want to learn. You opened your mouth earlier, telling how youâd take whatever hell heâd give you without problem. The first sign was a single eyebrow raised as he sipped his coffee, yet you still pushed on, giving him the rundown on how you were ready. He scoffed and retorted. âNo, yâre not.â His nonchalant tone sparked you to keep pressing him on, only for him to send a tiny glare. âIâm tellinâ you; yâre not ready.â
But you never knew when to quit, giving your signature smug grin as you walked towards him. âWhy, too scared? Donât think I can handle you?â He says nothing, letting you dig your own grave. âGuess I should find a real man who isnât afraid to prove me wrong.â
It wouldnât be befitting as your partner for him not to take the bait. If thereâs one thing Toji loves to do, itâs screwing that humble lesson into your thick skullâŠwith the help of his cock.Â
Toji smacks your bare ass harshly, erupting a sharp cry from your drooling lips. âCâmon, baby, what happened to that bigass ego of yârs?â
SoâŠfucking big! It was borderline embarrassingâpathetically soâto act like this. You were going through the absolute most you swore you could handle. Now, youâre stuffing your face into the pillow, your arms pulled to your back and caught by your wrists by a firm hand, ass propped up for Toji to roughly play and plow with.
His girth was surreal; the stretch was beyond words to describe and overwhelming to experience. You mouth seeping incoherent words that canât be pieced together. Toes curl as the girthy limb in your chasm stretches you out like crazy. And your eyes water from yet another slap on your ass, Tojiâs fingernails pinching the skin. âGhhâahhaaa, shtoop iiiit!â
âShtooop iiiit,â he mocks with a dark snicker. âStop what? Yâre the one who wanted this, right?â He pistons hard, and the raunchy sound of skin smacking onto skin fills the room. The white come that slides out with every push decorated his dick with a white, soapy ring. âWanted to be filled to the brim and smack around like a bitch in heat, huh, babygirl?â
âDaddyyyy,â you wail, spit rolling out your puffy lips. âTâoo muuuch! I-I canât take itâŠ!â
âOh no, weâre way past tapping out now, mama.â Tojiâs hips go erratic, and the hold on your wrists grows tighter. âTold you, donât talk big game if yâre just gonna cry and act like a baby.â
Fuuuck, I canât!! The hot pain stings your asscheeks, getting worse with every snap of his pelvis. Toji was too much, stretching your velvety walls so badly yet ecstatically good, bringing your face up with just his fingers pulling your mouth and jackhammering his girth so deep inside you. You hiccup to every graze of your G-spot, sounding so dumb with how youâre squealing.
âOhhhhJesus, Daddy, please, Iâm sorry,â you plead; thatâs all you could do while being fucked out of your mind like a toy. More spanks to your butt threaten more tears to fall off your face. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!!â
âHmmph, if yâre so sorry, why ya clenchinâ me so tight, huh?â His hand releases your wrists, adding more of his weight on you by pinning you down by the shoulders. The move creates more babbles to escape your mouth and your brain to go mush. âYâre not sorry fâr shit!â
And to tell the truth, Toji was right. Heâs so good at making your body feel good that this had you at an all-time high, your gummy walls contracting around him as you grip the satin sheets in euphoria. Shivers crawl through your frame as he pokes your womb with accuracy, words sputtering in an obscure fashion.
âHoooohshiiit, fuuck, I-Iâm, IâmmmâŠ!!â Thereâs no room for you to warn him; he doesnât give you that chance. He pushes your face to the pillow as he keeps pounding you until he reaches climax, spilling his semen into you for the third time that night. But he doesnât stop until you get off your high, jabbing your cervix so that it has your head battering like a storm. Finally, you let loose and succumb to your orgasm, your vagina clamping onto him as you experience the most Earth-shattering shocks of your life.Â
Toji hisses with a deep sigh, finally allowing his waist to rest and slowly removing his length out of your quaking figure. But he doesnât permit you theÂ
same courtesy, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck to slap his dick on your cheek. âSuck it clean.â
Your visage, in a complete haze, come slides out of your cunt and messes up the sheets beneath you. Yet, you titter with an aimless smile and take in his cock with a hum.Â
âThatâs it, mama, atta girl.â
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Rafe visiting sweetheart pogue reader after knowing her better at her little bake shop she works at and they get to talking and she confesses its her absolute dream to open and run her own bake shop and he buys her a little cute shack to start her business off !!! đđ
warnings: super sweet fluff, sexual tension that rafe has to force himself not to act on
a/n: this came out longer than i wanted it to, but i loveeee writing for pogue!sweetheart!reader so much, pls send reqs for her if youâd like <3
it was a rather slow day at the icecream shop, so when you heard that little ding! indicating that someone had walked in, you were more than happy to see none other than rafe. âhey!â you chirped, adjusting the pink apron that currently hugged your waist.
âare you the only one working?â he walked up to the counter, your bright smile making his heart beat wildly in his chest. âyeah..â you trailed off, looking over to your managerâs office, âmaybe i could ask for a quick break so we could talk?â rafe nodded. âiâd like that.â
he waited until you disappeared before he flipped the âopenâ sign to âclosedâ and turned the small lock on the door, so you two could converse without any interruptions. âokay!â you walked back up front. âfavorite flavor?â rafeâs mind went blank as you reached for something, your skirt riding up your thighs as you did so.
âuhm- uh, rocky road is good.â you finally grasped the cups you were looking for, beaming at rafeâs response. âi love that one, too! but strawberry cheesecake has been my go to for a while now.â rafe didnât want to make it obvious that he was staring hard, but he found that it was rather difficult when you were around him.
he couldnât wrap his head around how someone so sweet and bubbly and charming as you are, could also be so unintentionally sexy at the same time. ârafe?â you snapped him out of his trance, a soft laugh leaving your lips. âhere we are.â you walked around the counter, placing the cups of icecream down on a nearby table.
you reached behind you as rafe took a seat, your nails not allowing you to untie the knot you made in the strings of your apron. âwhatâs wrong?â he looked up at you in confusion. âmy apron is a little stuck..â you turned, backing up until you stood been his legs. âcan you untie this for me please? i just got my nails done and i did it a bit too tight.â
rafe was going insane. here you were in a mini skirt, potentially giving him a full view of everything that was underneath as you coyly waited for him to âhelp you outâ. âsure, yeah-â he cleared his throat, hands coming up to fiddle with the strings that stopped just above the curves of your ass.
once he had it off, you sighed, taking the seat across from him. âwhere are you coming from?â rafe was still flustered when you took your spoon in your mouth, his eyes following the way your lips wrapped around the damned thing. âwork, actually.â he blinked away, zeroing in all his focus elsewhere.
âreally? what do you do?â now it was your turn to watch him, the veins on his arms making you lick your lips. âconstruction. itâs my dadâs business.â you nodded, trying to push the image of rafe all hot and sweaty from working outside, out of your head. âso youâre a handy man?â you teased, unintentionally tapping your foot against his leg.
âi know my way around.â you caught rafe looking at your lips, a shy smile taking over your feautures. âi wish i had those skills, itâd make things so much easier for me.â you raised your eyebrows. âhow so?â he leaned forward. âwell.. it might sound dumb, but itâs my dream to open my own little bakery. the problem is; i donât know where to start, i donât know who i have to get in contact with for licensing and permit stuff, and i definitely donât know how to install any kind of kitchen appliances.â
rafe thought for a moment.
âdo you have a certain location in mind?â he asked. you hummed, shaking your head. âno, i donât care where it is. iâd just like a bigger space.â rafe nodded. âthat doesnât sound dumb by the way,â you looked up, âi think itâs neat that you want to open up your own business. the entire island will be over the moon once they find out they can get those chocolate chip cookies whenever they want.â
you had never shared that information with anyone, but by the way rafe responded, you were glad it was him that you spilled it to. rafe saw the small flash of sadness pass through your eyes before you shook it off. âone day..â just as you were about to check the time, your manager walk out of her office. âclosing shop early today, do you mind helping me out real quick?â without hesitation, you got up from your seat.
âwait for me?â you gave rafe your icecream and apron to go outside with.
âof course.â
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over the next two weeks, you found yourself by rafeâs side, whether he was following you around while you made sales, or helping you bake, you two seemed to be attached at the hip. âare you working tomorrow?â rafe currently sat on the floor of your camper, leaning against the lace-trimmed cushions of your pull out couch. ânope!â you offered him a spoon of buttercream to taste test, watching as he took his digit in his mouth.
âgoddamn, thatâs amazing,â rafe gave you a thumbs up, âbut anywaysâ i was asking because i have a surprise for you.â placing the bowl of frosting on the counter, you turned. âoh?â you sat down, his head resting against the side of your knee. âi think youâll really like it.â rafe kept his eyes down in his lap. âcan i guess what it is?â he shook his head, âi wonât tell you if youâre right or wrong.â
sighing in defeat, you and rafe spent the rest of the night decorating cookies and taking turns shuffling songs until he was ready to head back home. âiâll be here to pick you up in the morning, âthat sound okay?â he was leaning against your doorframe, your fingertips itching to reach out for him. âmhmm, thank you for all your help today..â you stepped closer, swallowing thickly as he rested a hand in the curve of your neck.
even though rafe wanted to kiss you and feel your lips on his, he settled for a peck on your temple, which you were more than happy to receive. âgoodnight, y/n.â he waved before getting in his truck and driving away. locking the door shut, you couldnât help the pout that graced your lips at your now empty, quiet, camper.
eager to know what rafe wanted to surprise you with, you were quick to get ready for bed, forcing yourself to go to sleep before having to wake up and get ready.
âpromise youâre not peeking?â you giggled, your hands resting on top of rafeâs as he guided you to some unknown location. âi promise!â finally, rafe came to a stop, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his body pressing against your backside.
âokay, go ahead and open.â you were buzzing with excitement, your mouth falling agape once your vision cleared. there, in front of you sat a perfect little shack, the word âsoldâ on a red banner adorning the front. you blinked, slightly confused. âthis is so cute! did you buy it or something?â rafe nodded, his mouth falling to your ear.
âitâs yours.â
you took a minute to process his words, letting go of a breath that you didnât know you were holding. ârafe..â he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around. âa couple weeks ago you said it was your dream to have your own bakery but you didnât know where to start, this is your starting point.â your eyes were watering now as you looked up at the man in front of you.
âi donât think i can accept this.â you laughed, butterflies swarming your tummy when rafe wiped your tears. âyou can, and you will.â you couldnât hold back anymore, throwing your arms around him. rafe wasnât used to this feeling in his chest, but he knew it felt right.
âit still needs to be renovated, but i talked to my dad and he agreed cameron development will cover everything.â you pulled away, dumbfounded. âi- why?â rafeâs eyebrows knitted in confusion. âwhy not? you deserve it.â sniffling, you looked back at the shack, already envisioning the place up and running. âi canât thank you enough, rafe.â you couldnât believe this was happening, couldnât believe that rafe, let alone anyone, would do something like this for you.
âweâll get to that later,â he winked, making you laugh, âshould we go pick out a paint color?â
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Top Yandere mafia boss x subordinate male darling~! à»ê°àŸàœČ â© âžâž â© ê±àŸàœČá
WC:. 2.3k
Tags: nipple play, anal creampies, daddy!kink, hair pulling, lap dog male reader, dark themes, cock rings, edging, office sex, little feminization <33
A/N Iâve always wanted to participate in Kinktober! Unfortunately my writers block doesnât wanna let me do a story every day so Iâve taken inspiration to write a story a week instead!
You were a young man when you joined his group. He offered you a place to stay and food, even offered you affection that no one had ever given you before. You did his bidding finding yourself being named as âthe bosses marionetteâ because youâd put your morals aside all willing to do every little thing he asked of you, and in return he took care of you.
The don kept you as his lover even going as far as obsessing over you to the point heâd anything for you, if gifts and praises didnât keep you to him then heâd simply manipulate and flashlight you into depending on him and him alone, you were his boy, his lover, His.
Currently you were laying across the couch in his office watching how his pen moved under his muscles, how the ink glided across a few documents he was finishing up, you sat painfully aware of the arousal between your thighs, unable to come due to the cock ring around your base having you in full misery âyou promised youâd let me come five minutes ago sir~!â Youâd croak out to him in pathetic agony.
âI thought I told you boy, youâll come whenever I permit it, now hush. Iâm trying to workâ his tone was harsh and cruel to you leaving you know choice but to get up limping over to his desk and crawling in his lap like a baby, jumping your bulge on his cock making sure your lips were pressed against his ear âmhm fuck sir!â Youâd squeak out extra high pitched just wanting him to fuck the orgasm out of you.
âYouâve got no damn clue what youâre doin, boyâ his hand possessively reaches for your ass, sitting and clenching the pen in his other hand holding you close with his right, massaging your gloves through the fabric of your slacks, letting out a long sigh before he buries his face into your pecs making sure to kiss over your nipples feeling them waking up under your button up.
At least I know someoneâs happy to see me. You canât ever be a patient boy can you? Mh I think I spoiled you tâmuchâ he murmurs against your shirt not caring if he left wet spots as he starts sucking at the material bitting and nibbling on your nipple âthat hurts daddy!â You finally call him the word you know he loses it for âso Iâm your daddy hm?â
He purrs out with a grin looking up at you from your chest feeling how your cock pulses through your jeans against his thigh making him sit his pen down , himself getting half hard in his own well tailored slacks. âYouâve got my full attention now baby boy so tell daddy what you wantâ
âWant you to get me off daddy, fuck me please, I need it so badââ you canât help but plead and gasp in his ear feeling his hands on your ass rutting your bulge into his thigh feeling your veins pop more under the cock ring. âAll in good time baby, you take it slow like a good boy or Iâll leave you hard and aloneâ he threatened with his teeth pressuring and teasing your nipples making wet spots on your white shirt.
âFuck! Hah daddy-â you straighten up in his lap gripping his hair tightly and hold his face in your pecs hissing feeling your cock throbbing nearly having you doubling over from the heat in your stomach. âQuiet down boyâ he speaks slipping his hand off your ass reaching around to palm at the bulge inside of your slacks, just grinning up at you as he works your body torturing you with pleasure having a love sick look in his eyes.
âIâm not gonna let you touch me if you donât fuck me!â You huff out acting out against him and pulling away from him crawling over and getting up on his best having wet spots in your boxers and another wet spot around your chest but not from pre cum, but his spit. He looks over at you livid and glaring at you watching how youâd unbutton your shirt slowly staring at him.
âSuch a fucking ungrateful brat Iâve created, listen here boy, youâre mine baby, and youâll listen too, wonât you?â He coos with his voice as smooth as velvet standing up and holding your chin making you look up at him before he start unbuttoning your shirt himself staring at how hard your nipples are, all perky and n/c.
âY-es daddy, Iâm sorry~â your cheeks and lips squish under his harsh grip pouting and pushing tears but not letting them escape as you sniffle having a bulge in your slacks twitching against the zipper making you go insane rubbing your thighs together. âFine, since Iâm feeling bad for keeping you edged and needy all day in my office, Iâll fuck you baby dollâ
âThank youâ you feel his hand release your chin slipping down to your legs pushing you back onto the desk tracing his fingers up your bare chest tweaking your nipples and rubbing your sides kissing down your belly and your belly button before tugging at your belt, undoing it watching the bulge in your boxers with a large sticky wet spot staring back, pulling your boxers down watching how your cock springs forward all red and angry looking with precum oozing out like a leak whimpering on your back.
âThere, there baby, you ok? Does it feel better now that youâve got those tight little boxers offâ his hands holds your thighs massaging them before giving your balls a tug âoh!â You tense up almost cumming in the spot it it wasnât for the pretty pink cock ring he forced on you having you
âThereâs those pretty noises, thought you were goin mute on me baby?â He mocks you before he reaches down to his drawer of his desk pulling out a little bottle of lube he keeps around his manor just incase you need a good fucking to put you back in line. âSpread those thighs nice and wide, dollâ his hands guiding your though open and sitting the bottle of lube down long enough to get his slacks off, his cock only being an inch longer than yours.
âTake this ring off me daddy, pretty pleaseâ you lay begging him laying on his desk with your thighs wide and your shirt fully unbuttoned having your cock against your stomach arching when he squirts lube onto his fingers and spread your cheeks prodding around til he found your rim. One finger pressing and pushing inside you curling and searching around for your prostate just staring you straight focusing solely on pleasing you while he stares at your face.
âThe ring has to stay on baby and you know this so donât try Nâ convince me dollâ before you can beg him anymore a second finger gets inserted into you, spreading and scissoring your gummy walls trying to massage your rim, trying to keep you from puckering up when his fingers brush against your sweet spot having you shuddering with a thin layer of precum glossing over your slit leaving you fully edged.
âBut daddy?~â you pout your bottom lip arching your back all desperate to have him get you off, clenching up around his second finger when it pushes knuckle deep finally massaging your prostate having you squirming making him smile in delight slipping his third finger inside you making your rim burn âno butâs baby, you take what I give youâ
âIâm ready for your cock nowâ looking up at him with your lips quivering starting to feel the back of the button up loosely hanging on your shoulders sticking to the skin on your back from the sweat you were building up wanting to close your thighs but knowing if you did then heâd be mad. âYou think you are baby?â He asks speaking to you like a child who doesnât know what they want.
âI know sho daddyâ his fingers slide in and out squelching a little from the lube with his cuffs rolled up looking down at his hairy forearms watching them work you between your thighs frowning at the ache between your legs. âI think daddyâs boy is ready tooâ he hums pulling his fingers back out leaving you empty and gaping with your greedy hole clenching the air.
He starts unzipping his fly, undoing the button and pulling his pants down letting them fall down around his ankles before his fingers find their way under his waistband pulling down his boxers leaving his cock half hard standing at a proud seven inches, his hand gripping the base of his own cock staring at you laying on your back all needy on his desk making him chuckle stroking his cock fully hard.
âStay nice and still pretty boyâ his cock gets aligned with your hole pressing his tip against your rose bud, nudging it and rubbing his cock reaching his hand over to grab the lube and squirt some on his cock making sure heâs lubing the two of you up, his hand gripping your hips and pulling you back and pushing inside you having your thighs wrapped around his hips. âOw- that hurtsâ
You feel a burn piercing your body pushing the air from your lungs leaving your mouth agape feeling your rim getting torn to accommodate his size. âFuck baby, I got youâ he murmurs planting himself on top of you on his desk not caring about the ink being knocked over as he nuzzles his face into your skin kissing being gentle with your chest for now, trying to get you to calm down.
âY-ou can move daddyâ your voice cracks when you speak feeling your hand finding his hair gripping it tight making him moan against the nipple he was kissing thrusting into you lazily on top of you with his arms on either side of your head having you pinned down under him when he fucks you.
âSuch a slick little cuntâ he groans licking and sucking on the other nipple with your thighs trembling on either side of him while he fucks you, your gummy walls squishing around his base, spreading all warm with your rim twitching around him tugging his hair feeling your cock leaking precum between the two of you angrily with your cock head rubbing against the fabric of his button up having your arms still inside the sleeve of your shirt.
âSâ notta cunt daddy~!â You mewl gripping his hair tighter hissing and arching like a cat beneath him feeling your thighs shaking on his hips. âYeah it is baby, all tight and wet clenching on this cockâ his drool spreads around on your chest making it look like glass when he sucks on the skin around your nipples, bitting at the skin letting his tongue trace over the bud, teasing and building up to it before he nibbles down onto you.
The sound of the desk creaking back and forth in his office having your eyes all delirious with blown pupils half fucked out and cramping from needing to come, âdaddyâ seriously Iâm- not gonna make it~â you gasp out tearing up with your cheeks going rosy feeling his cock head rubbing your deepest parts bucking into you before his cock head finally hits your prostate.
âLast a little longer baby, promise Iâm gonna make you feel so good-so,so good, just hold on a little longerâ soon his breathing picks up making his voice shake on top of you fucking you faster with his lips moving and murmuring against your nipples having them all sensitive like your cock while he fucks you making you see stars feeling one of his arms reaching down between the two of you reaching to tug at the cock ring around your base.
âO-h can I cum now daddy?â You moan out asking him trying your best not to come on the spot when he takes the ring off wanting to make him happy and be good for him, knowing that would be the only way heâd let you cum. âBeing such a good boy for me, knew you were a good boy, cum for me babyâ he coos to you smiling against your chest putting more of his weight on you and going rapid with his thrusts fucking into your sweet spot going deeper and deeper inside you having the sound of wet skin on skin filling up his study making him look up at you now on edge himself with his eyes practically h sing hearts in them.
Before anymore moans could strangle through your mouth a sharp heat shoots through your body all the way to your tip cumming all over yourself having ropes shoot onto his button up spilling messily between the two of you while he just grunts slipping both hands down for your thighs to grip them tight and hold you pulling you back into his cock feeling him swell up and pulse inside you signaling his own imposing orgasm.
âGonâah cum baby boyâ his voice echos in your ears with your teary eyes having your vision blurred and half rolled back feeling a heat pushing itself back inside your body when he orgasms finding his own release inside your ass. His come flooding your insides leaving them all painted and stuffed from his semen. âAh-da-ddy!â
You let out soft pouts and hums underneath him looking feeling his whole weight on top of you blinking as he looks up at you finally panting on top of you with you in the middle of your after glow with his hands just kneading your thighs from under holding you extra close before rasping out.
âYou ruined my shirt baby? I really liked that shirtâ
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Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga
Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighborâs apartment and itâs a problem.Â
Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.
Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader
a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe
It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.
While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days.Â
It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.
To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.
When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasnât that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your petâs name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder.Â
âAre you looking for a small black Bombay cat?â It was the same guy who just walked past you.
âOh my god, I am! Have you seen him???â You said, your voice was a little bit shaky.Â
âHeâs in my place, Iâm on the seventh.âÂ
âOh, me too!â
âI know.â
âOh.â You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didnât further question him on it. âIâm so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?â
âSure, I was just gonna go up as well.â
When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didnât hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while.Â
When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock.Â
âYou live next to me?!âÂ
âYeah.â He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."
You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back.Â
âYou can sit down for a sec, Iâll go get him.âÂ
âOh, right⊠yeah. Thank you.â You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch.Â
A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap.Â
âCookie!â You called, almost teary.Â
âI think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.â
âThank you so much, I owe you⊠uhâŠâ
âYoongi.âÂ
âThank you, Yoongi.â You repeated and introduced yourself in return. âIâm Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.â You said as you stood up, already making your way out.Â
âAlso, thank you for not reporting itâŠâ
âNo problem.â Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker.Â
You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were.Â
Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature.Â
âYou little rascal⊠youâre lucky I love you.âÂ
You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen.Â
The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work.Â
It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.
You knocked on the door and didnât get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.
âSo sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?âÂ
âHeâs right there on the couch.â He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didnât care.Â
You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. âCookie, you need to stop thisâŠâ You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything.Â
âHe jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?âÂ
âBut I made sure to close it this morningâŠâ You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat.Â
âI think he knows how to turn door knobs, since heâs quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.âÂ
âI canât believe this little demonâŠâ You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat.Â
âHeâs⊠alright.âÂ
You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!).Â
âYou also have a cat?â
His eyes followed yours. âOh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.âÂ
âThatâs⊠thatâs very nice of you.â You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely.Â
âYou can have the rest of the milk if you want, since youâve figured out how he escaped and allâŠâÂ
âItâs okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you againâŠâ You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. âI mean⊠Iâm sorry, Iâll make sure heâll never escape again.âÂ
âItâs alright, Iâll keep the milk for now.â He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. âJust in case.â
You looked at your neighbor and couldnât help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat.Â
âThank you so much, Yoongi. Iâll be taking this little guy here then...â You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms.Â
âI got some dim sumâŠâÂ
You looked at the guy questioningly.Â
âDo you maybe want some?âÂ
âThatâd be too much, itâs okay, you go ahead and eat.â You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done.Â
âHave you eaten?âÂ
âY-yeah?â You asked, afraid you heard it wrong.Â
âHave you eaten?â He repeated. âIf not, then I insist you take some.â
âIâŠâ You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. âI actually havenât. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that youâre being this nice to me.â
âYou can just eat them here.âÂ
âI donât wanna disturbââ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling.Â
âYouâre not disturbing me.â He cleared his throat and looked away.Â
That was embarrassing.Â
And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighborâs dining table, eating dim sums.Â
In silence.Â
This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the catâs head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.
âSo⊠how long have you lived here?â You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward.Â
âAround ten months or so.â He paused. âNo, I think itâs been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.â
âReally? What were you doing overseas?â You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didnât want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him.Â
But much to your surprise, he answered. âIâm a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.âÂ
âWow, that sounds amazing!â You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. âWho was the artist?â
âUh⊠Halsey.â He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.
âOh my god???â You gasped. âThatâs incredible! So youâre like crazy talented?!â
âIâm alrightâŠâÂ
âYou should show me some of your work someday!â You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. âI mean compared to what I do thatâs like really amazing.â You chuckled nervously.Â
âIâm sure youâre great at what you do.â He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips.Â
You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face.Â
âIâm just a normal product designer at a very normal company.â You shrugged.Â
âDonât downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.âÂ
âThanksâŠâ You replied shyly.Â
After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for.Â
You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.
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Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood.Â
This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighborâs door hoping he was home.Â
And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasnât in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.
âBefore you ask, no, Cookieâs right here.â You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. âIâm just here to drop by some chicken I got for you⊠as a thanks for your help these past few days.â You handed the plastic of food to him. âAlright, thatâs allâŠâ
He took the food from you hesitantly. âYou donât wanna come in?âÂ
âArenât you going out or something?â
âI was⊠but you are here.â He said, sounding unsure.Â
âThatâs ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?â
âI was gonna go to your placeâŠâÂ
Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast.Â
âBut youâre all dressed upâŠâ
âI was gonna change back.â He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. âI knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseokââ
You stopped his rambling. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearbyâŠâ
âOh.â You widened your eyes.
âYeah.â He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance.Â
âThis is awkward.â You chuckled.Â
âWhatever, just⊠just come in first.â
You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm.Â
After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands.Â
âWeâre drinking?â You said with an amused grin.Â
âYou can drink, right?âÂ
âSure, but can you?â You playfully eyed him.Â
âDonât challenge me.âÂ
You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks.Â
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You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didnât complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either.Â
It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongiâs hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.
âWhy didnât you change your clothes?â You randomly asked.Â
âDo I look bad?â He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap.Â
"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.
He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.
âYou look⊠handsome.â
âYou think I look handsome?â He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.
You nodded and bit your lips. âAnd you kinda look like Cookie.â You giggled.Â
He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer.Â
âYour eyesâŠâ You began to ramble. âThey look just like Cookieâs, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression⊠you look like a cute cat.âÂ
âReallyâŠâ Yoongi hummed.Â
âYup!â You giggled like an idiot.Â
You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling.Â
âYour hair look so soft⊠like a catâs fur.â You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared heâd get uncomfortable.Â
Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr.Â
âPretty.â You said with a drunk smile.Â
âHmm. Pretty.â He mirrored.Â
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi chuckled. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
â
To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldnât think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.
So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heavenâs sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME???Â
You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldnât just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didnât feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.
When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well.Â
âYouâre up?â He asked with a raspy voice.Â
âYeah.â You said, still back-facing him. âWe didnât⊠you knowâŠâ
âNo, we didnât.â
âOh, okay good.â
Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer.Â
âIâm sorry, this isnât probably how youâd wanna spend your weekend.â You chuckled.Â
Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. âIs this okay?â He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch.Â
You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence.Â
âThis is nice.â He said, resting his forehead on your back.Â
When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good.Â
âYou know, I havenât had good sleep in⊠weeks.â
You were surprised by his sudden confession.
âItâs half past eleven now, and itâs not even ten minutes after I woke upâŠâ He tittered. âMy anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.â
You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongiâs mouth and it made your heart flutter.Â
âI havenât been caring. Iâve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature⊠I donât know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.â
âYoongiâŠâ You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."
"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I donât know why...â He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âYet, at least.â
âI⊠like this too. A lot actually.â You said shyly.Â
âI would like to get to know you more if youâd like.â He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.
âIâd love that...âÂ
Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.
"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"
âOkay, but promise me first you wonât apologize again after kissing me.â He chuckled.Â
âEXCUSE ME WHAT???â
âÂ
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi laughed. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
âI can be crazier if you open that whiskey.â You wiggled your eyebrows.
Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you.Â
Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.
In your head it just made sense. It was his lipsâ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.
None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât meanâŠâ You pushed him gently. âOh my god, youâre so gonna hate me!!!â
âHey, calm downâŠâÂ
You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. âPlease donât hate me, I just wanted to kiss youâŠâ You cried.Â
âOkay, I think thatâs enough drinkingââ
And you puked.Â
Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But thatâs a secret between him and little Cookie.Â
Thank you for reading! đ
part 2 is here!
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You're Mine
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âHey Natty have you seen Wanda?â You yell in the loud club. Your girlfriend Wanda runs the most feared mob in all of New York City. Natasha being her right hand woman, helping to keep everyone in line. The club, a base of operation for the organization.Â
Natâs dark green eyes meet yours as a smirk plays on her lips. âSorry milyy, I havenât seen her in a few hours.â She grabs your wrist and pulls you into her lap. âBut I know how to get her attention.â She whispers in your ear and holds onto your hips.Â
âNa-Nat we shouldnât. Youâll get me in trouble.â You stammer. You try to wiggle from her hold but she is stronger than you keeping you in her lap.Â
âOh Y/n I know you love it when Wanda is rough with you. Just let me help you.â You canât help but shudder as her hot breath fans across your ear. You know Nat isnât wrong but you still want to fight against her.Â
Wandaâs eyes land on you from across the club. Anger bubbles within her as she stalks towards you. As she comes closer she can see how you struggle against Nat but her grip on you keeps you in place. Some of her anger melts away but she can use this to her advantage. Giving her the perfect opportunity to fully claim you.Â
âWhat the hell is this?â Wandaâs voice cuts through the loud music playing startling you. Natâs grip loosening on you just enough that you can slip from her hold, jumping up and facing your obviously angered girlfriend.Â
Panic overtakes you as you rush out your words. âWa-Wanda it-itâs not what it looks like. I-I was just looking for you.â Your head snaps back to the redhead whose arms lay across the back of the couch with a devilish smirk. Â
Wanda can see exactly what Nat was doing. How your pleading eyes look at her for forgiveness, desperate for her to know you werenât lying. She knows you arenât but she badly wants to use you. She grabs your arm tightly. âYouâre mine.â She growls. Her gaze moves to Nat who continues to smirk at her. âIâll deal with you later.â Her voice is low and dangerous, but it doesnât faze Nat one bit.Â
Wanda starts pulling you through the crowd. You trip a few times but Wanda makes sure that you donât fall. She pulls you up the stairs to her office. It perfectly overlooks the club with a large window that allows her to keep an eye on everything. When the door shuts behind you she pushes you up against the closed door. Her hands on either side of your head and pressing her body against yours. âDetka Iâm going to show you exactly who you belong to. You want to whore yourself out but youâre mine.â Her voice is low, sending a spark of pleasure through you.Â
âWands, it wasn't what it looked like. Please.â You plead with your girlfriend.Â
âI donât care what it looked like milashka, Iâm going to make sure that everyone knows who you belong to. Do you understand?â You nod. Wandaâs possessive nature has your pussy throbbing with need, your panties already soaked. You have always loved how possessive she can be, glad to be just hers.Â
Wanda pulls away leaving you against the door, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of contact. Wanda clicks her tongue. âI donât want to hear it.â She goes over to the big window thatâs currently covered but opens the curtains looking down over all the people. âCome.â She commands and you scramble over to her standing with your hands folded in front of you just how she likes it.Â
She pulls out her favorite knife from her pocket. Wanda taps it against the collar of your shirt before she takes it, cutting down the front of your shirt. You whine at the action. âShhh.â Wanda hisses. She then moves cutting the straps of your bra and then in the middle pushing the fabric off of you leaving your chest exposed to her. She turns your body pressing you against the cold window.Â
âWa-Wands wh-what if they see.â You whimper.Â
âLet them see how much of a whore you are for me. See who exactly you belong to.â Wanda leans over and growls into your ear. She stands back up taking her knife to your pants and slicing them off your body, followed by your panties. Leaving you completely exposed against the window.Â
What you donât expect is the gush of wetness that happens when you look over out knowing how anyone could see you. Wanda groans when she sees how your arousal is smeared all over your thighs.Â
You feel as the cold metal of the knife presses against the soft skin of your neck making you gasp. Wanda pushes her pants and boxers down to her thighs letting her hard cock spring free. You can feel as it slaps against your ass and you push back into her. âDaddy please. Please, I need you.âÂ
Wanda smiles and she presses the knife more into your skin, an angry red line appearing under the blade. âFuck I love when you beg for my cock.â She lines herself up with your dripping entrance and thrust herself fully into you. You cry out at the sudden stretch of your walls. Wanda doesnât give you time to adjust as she starts to pound herself into you. You brace yourself against the window as your breasts press against it.Â
Wanda is relentless with her thrust as she uses your hole for her pleasure. Your moans bouncing off the wall as your forehead presses against the glass. âMmm f-fuck Daddy. So-So good.â Her grunts blend in with your moans. The cold blade of her knife never leaves your neck.Â
âWho do you belong to?â Wanda growls as she presses her front against your back.Â
âYo-You Daddy. Only you-yours.â You whimper as she speeds up her thrust. Wanda kisses your shoulder. As she looks out at the club over your shoulder, you can feel her smirk against your skin. She presses the knife harder against you, the skin splitting around the sharp blade. Blood bubbles to the surface and you canât help the loud moan that claws its way out of your throat. The stinging burn turns you on more. Your walls clamp down on her length eliciting a moan from Wanda.Â
The blade is pressed more into your neck forcing you to raise your head. âLook at that.â Wanda forces your gaze back to the dark corner that Nat is still sitting in. Her eyes are locked onto you as Wanda pounds into you. Natâs hand down her pants as she jerks herself at the sight. âFucking Pathetic.â Wanda hisses. Her lips meet your neck below the blade licking at the blood that runs down before sucking a dark reddish purple mark on your skin.Â
Wanda drops the blade as moving her hands up to your breast cupping them in her hands. You donât know how her thrust could become faster but they do. âYouâre fucking mine Y/n. Do you hear me whore?â Wanda punctuates each word with a hard thrust of her hips.Â
âYe-Yes Daddy. Yours, only you-yours.â You whine as she angles her hips perfectly to hit that perfect spot deep inside of you. The knot in your stomach is close to snapping.Â
âIâm going to breed this slutty little pussy. Fill you until you're pregnant with my babies. No one will touch you then.â You nod desperate to be filled to be fully Wandaâs. Wandaâs thrust is becoming more erratic as she draws closer to her release.Â
Wanda bites down on your neck hard, her cock twitching as her hips stutter. Her orgasm washes over her, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. âMine, mine, mine.â She mumbles against your skin.Â
The feeling of being filled sends you over the edge. As you cum your eyes meet Natâs once again. Even from here you can tell that she is cumming at the same time as you. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as a loud moan falls from your lips. The fact Nat watched you getting fucked and cums at the same time has a powerful orgasm shooting through you. Your walls are milking Wanda for all she has.Â
Wandaâs arms wrap around you pulling you against her chest as she ruts her hips into yours. âFu-fuck daddy.â You pant as you ride out your high. Your body slumping back into her as she slows her thrust to a stop.Â
You feel Wandaâs soft lips against the skin of your shoulder. âSuch a good girl for me.â She murmurs against your skin. One of her hands moving down and pressing against your lower stomach which causes a moan to claw its way from your throat. âI really hope you get pregnant detka.âÂ
âMe too.â Your chest is still slightly heaving. The once primal atmosphere melting away as you both bask in the blissful aftermath of your orgasms. Her cock still buried deep inside of you.Â
âDonât worry moya lyubovâ Iâll make sure you're pregnant.â Wandaâs words have you groaning and grinding against her. She smirks behind you. âAlready ready for round two. You wonât be able to walk when Iâm done with this pretty pussy. Youâll surely be pregnant by the end of the night.â Wanda starts thrusting again and you know you're definitely in for a long night.
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In Falseâs description for the MailDemon Au you said Ren has multiple partners. Can I ask you they are?
Big Surprise Iâm sure, is DocM and Martyn.
Doc: (Doc, Maddox 77)
- Doc and Ren got Las Vegas married, it was spur of the moment, theyâd been close for a while and Doc definitely wanted to study Ren under a microscope a little bit:
âThis man is an anomaly and definitely possessed/not human. I MUST STUDY HIM.â âWhatever you say dude!â - they were both severely drunk. (From Sere)
- itâs an open marriage, Doc is not upset about whatever Ren and Martyn have going on, just about the fact that Martynâs a bitch. (They bicker, a lot, they might also eventually kiss though, itâs okay.)
- Doc is rather convinced that the âSalmon Mafiaâ (whatever that isâŠ) is after him:
Salmon sushi appears on the doorstepâ Ren: âOh, hey! Rad my dudes! Free dinner!â Doc: *Hysterical ranting in German*
(Heâs not wrong but no one tell him thatâ)
- Doc is x-military, hence his abnormally advanced prosthetics. He presumably got dishonorably dischargedâŠ
- He is in fact a doctor/surgeon and works a lot of odd shifts at the local hospital.
- heâs doing his best to deal with RKâs antics but isnât that involved in the HOA tyranny stuffâ at least not now.
- he is definitely peeved about the direction GigaCorp is shoving Ren towards thoughâŠ
- despises the Permit Office, especially that Pesky Imp, also the Police forceâŠ
âââ
Martyn Littlewood:
- weird situationship with Ren/RK. Heâs a bit of a jealous bitch but also has eyes and is in fact looking at Renâs husband. (Flirting will definitely help ease this rivalryâŠ)
- Unfortunately supports RKâs horrible tyrannical schemes. Bdubs is also trying to suck up to RK, but keeps getting ignored cuz RK has favorites (itâs Martyn).
- Martyn hosts then local radio show, heâs always down for some gossip and the Postal Demons are of great service to him in that sense, especially considering their relative omnipresence. He likes bothering Jimmy about it.
- Martyn and Cleo have known each other since forever (I need to fill in the backstory here⊠Iâll elaborate if I do a post about Cleo specifically later <3)âŠ
âââ
(Several of the quotes and base ideas are from my lovely collaborator, whom I forgot to @ before like a moron⊠@queseresere )
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Hi. I've followed you for a while and your advice to others always seems pretty good. You seem very knowledge about therapy and driving. This may be a bit out of your depth, feel free to delete this ask if so, but if you have any advice I would greatly appreciate hearing it. I've got a problem: the field I'm studying for and love doing will require frequent trips to places I cannot walk/bike/bus/fly to, and I'm terrified of driving. My father decided the best way to start teaching me was to put me behind the wheel on a small road in a big city with pedestrians and bikes on the road, and tell me to drive. It's been 4 years and I can't even think about getting behind the driver's seat without bursting into tears. Riding in the front passenger seat is fine. I want to get over this fear and finally learn to drive, with paid therapy if necessary, but I don't know what terms to search for to find a therapist that can help me with this. Any ideas?
So I think pretty much any decent therapist will be able to help you with this fear, just like any decent therapist will be able to help you figure out how to approach any fear that you've got.
But I'm also not sure this is something you need a therapist for so much as some very good friends and a lot of time. If you don't have your learner's permit I'd recommend getting one, and from there I think I'd say to ask some good friends, who you know are good drivers, to help teach you the rudiments of driving.
I think that you should do this by starting on a closed private property where there aren't people or pedestrians or anything else, and just put the key in the car, put the car in drive, and drive up and down a driveway until you are capable of doing so without panicking. From there, have your safe trusted driver friend take you someplace with no traffic of any kind but that does have some kind of lane markings (school parking lots on weekends, shopping center parking lots late at night, etc) and begin practicing things like stopping, turning, and acceleration. Do that until you're comfortable driving around empty parking lots, at which point I'd say that you should look at enrolling in a driving school with a closed course.
You were put in a very stressful situation that frightened you a lot, but there are ways that you can build up that should help you to see that it doesn't have to be stressful like that. Sit in the driver's seat of a parked car. Turn the car on without putting it into gear. Drive it back and forth just to get used to the car being in motion at very slow speeds.
If you want to work on this with a therapist you're probably going to want to be looking for someone who specifically discusses dealing with phobias around driving or accident-related trauma and recovery; cars can be terrifying and there are a ton of people who have had bad times with cars so there are lots of professionals who have dealt with getting people comfortable around cars as a necessity of our car-centric culture. That's the kind of stuff I'd be looking for, is people who talk about vehicle-related or accident-related trauma.
But also I think that's just a good thing to say out front if you're shopping for a therapist. "I am scared of driving and want to learn to drive, that is my primary current interest in therapy and I'm looking for a professional to support me while I work through this." Say this out loud as you call offices, and DO make calls, don't just look for reviews. People may not advertise this kind of thing specifically because it may just be taken for granted that it's something that their office can help equip you for.
Though, again, I think that you can likely do a lot of that yourself with the help of a good friend or a patient family member who is willing to respect your boundaries and work within them, but you need to think about what your boundaries are and what your goals are before you get to work.
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Hey love ur fics so muchhh was wondering if u could write a fic about g!p wanda and innocent fem reader, corruption kink ofcc. Reader hasn't even had her first kiss and Wanda teaches her how to tongue kiss and so much more(just v penetration no anal). Heavy breeding kink as well plsss
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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 3,750
WARNINGS: smut, corruption kink, older!Wanda, innocence kink, breeding kink, Wanda has a dick, making out, kinda slow burn, age gap (legal), best friends mom!Wanda, sex in a pool, degrading, praise kink, cunnilingus, Mommy (W), mentions of masturbation and failed masturbation, some angst and fluff, think thatâs all :)
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Wanda watched with a smile as you licked the icing off of the cupcake she had given you. She had been inviting you over for weeks now and itâs been getting all the more difficult to ignore you. You were best friends with her twin boys and had been for a few years so them leaving for college wasnât easy. They were both traveling across the state to study while you chose to stay back in your home region, Wanda couldnât have been happier with your choice. You didnât have many friends to spend time with in your lonely hours and the mother next door pitied you for it, or at least thatâs what you thought.
In reality, she had been harboring a growing attraction towards you for months now. You never really saw her beforehand, she was often times on business trips or working at her home office during her childrenâs teen years. But you didnât mind, she wasnât the reason you spent so much time with Tommy and Billy, but now she was the only reason you had to visit the house you called home for so many years.
âThe oven will be going off in just a moment, do you mind taking it out while I head to the bathroom?â You complied and she sent you a grateful smile along with a quick peck to your head that caused redness to paint your cheeks. Ever since your friends left you, youâve been forced to notice all the moments you shared with the woman. She was beautiful, that was a fact. But not only did she bless you with her looks, she also was the only one who ever made you feel so safe and welcome. You couldnât understand what you felt towards her, after all, sheâs a woman, and youâve never felt this way for the same gender.
All your life you were told to marry a man someday, to love him dearly and bear his children, but the more time you spent with her the more you realized that wasnât what you wanted. You spent nights dreaming of her in many ways you wished you didnât. There were times youâd be woken to a dampness on your panties when your consciousness blessed you with the images of her on top of you, kissing down your body before it ended. You just wanted to know what would happen next, and you were often left daydreaming about how it would go. It only brought a further amount of aching, but you didnât know how to get rid of it. You were too afraid to do research so you suffered alone, praying that it would go away soon enough but it never did. No amount of praying or hoping could stop your needs.
Wanda was just as bad, only she knew ways to ease the ache. Nights were spent in her bed, alone, wishing you were next to her. She imagined waking up next to you, kissing across your face to wake you up. Youâd toss and turn just a bit before opening your eyes and shining your adorable smile in her face. Sheâd kiss you with love before it became deeper, then sheâd go just a bit lower and kiss your neck. Sheâd relish in your soft moans that nobody had ever had the privilege of hearing besides her. Then sheâd drag her hand down your body delicately, teasing your hardened nipples before dipping lower and reaching the waistband of your pajamas. Sheâd dip her fingertips inside after hearing your small pleads and would gently rub your clit in small circles, letting you feel her length against your thigh. She would be aching, her tip drooling as she used one hand to stroke herself slowly, allowing both of your sounds of pleasure to echo throughout the room. Youâd beg around her, feeling her fingers reach that soft spot deep inside of you and focusing on the tightness in your stomach. Sheâd pull your shorts lower along with hers, giving you permission to let go as she rubbed her cock against your folds, releasing her cum across your skin. Youâd beg for more in that sweet tone, and sheâd have no choice but to say yes.
Her thoughts of you plagued her mind throughout the day and with no one else to help her, she was stuck taking care of her needs alone. Her hand would wrap around her length, stroking slowly just like she did in her dreams, only this time it was you doing it. Sheâd call out your name while picturing you beneath her on your knees, staring up at her with a gentle gaze as she instructed you on what to do. She knew you were all alone as well, no one to help ease your wetness in the ways she wished to do. Only if youâd give in, only if youâd notice her lingering gazes and finally leaned up when she kissed your forehead, causing her lips to join yours. If only she had you in all the ways she wanted.
Wanda washed her hands in the sink before dabbing the water onto her face, looking at herself through the mirror with shame. You were still so young, so naive, it would be wrong to take that from you, but she wanted to so badly. She wanted to be the reason you smiled, the reason you could genuinely be yourself. She wanted to be the one who listened to your rambles about what others found stupid, but she could never think such a thing. Anyone would be lucky even to be blessed by your presence, she wasnât going to lose that. She knew she had to make a move soon or sheâd risk the chance of losing you without even having you.
She looked down, noticing her slightly hardened length was peaking through her jeans. She cursed to herself and tried to adjust it well enough to hide. Usually, she could keep it hidden from you, but this pair of pants seemed to not want to work with her. She was hoping you wouldnât notice, but the moment she stepped into the kitchen and saw your gaze fall for a split second, she knew you knew. She could sense it from the small gulp you let out, your back instantly turning to face her as you made the excuse of mixing more icing. You were celebrating the return of the twins for the summer and she asked for your help, knowing how much you loved baking especially with her. She also used it as an excuse to see you again, just like she did every time she saw you.
She gained the courage to step behind you, lightly brushing her crotch against your bottom as she leaned over you. She sniffed the air filled with the smell of funfetti mix, it had always been the boy's favorite even well into their teen years.
âWell, doesnât that smell absolutely divine?â She leaned her chin on top of your head as you hummed, too afraid to talk as you knew youâd let out something embarrassing with the way she felt against you. Your hands trembled ever so slightly as she placed her hand on your waist, using it as a hold as she reached for the spatula not far away.
âDid you bring your bathing suit, sweetheart?â She asked, receiving a small nod from your end as you reached for the object in her hand.
âGood girl. The pool is finally all cleaned thanks to your help, itâs only fair you get to be the first to test it out with me.â With her. Meaning sheâd also be in a bathing suit, showing off her curves that you found so enticing. You feared how youâd act around her, even if you thought you were well at hiding it.
âUhm, yeah. Yeah, sure.â
The decorating process continued to flow easily with much teasing from Wandaâs end, curse her body language. She was a very touchy person, that was well-known to you. You didnât think it was all that special, until you noticed the fact that sheâd only ever share a handshake between her closest friends. Was there something different about you?
You worried she just saw you as a daughter figure knowing how you were often neglected by your own parents. You didnât want her to see you as a child anymore because you werenât, you were a nineteen-year-old who was more than capable of handling things on their own. But what if she didnât think that? What if she saw you in the ways everyone else around you did?
âY/N? Earth to Y/N?â She called out, breaking you out of your trance as you blinked a few times. You were met with her soft smile in return, the same one that brought butterflies to your stomach.
âIs everything alright, dear? You looked a little sad there.â You sighed before giving a small nod, only ending up in an even deeper frown from the older woman. She was now dressed in her bathing suit, a bikini top along with swim shorts, even the simplest outfit sent you in spirals. You were currently covering yourself with a towel, your legs and shoulders being the only thing Wanda was able to see, but even that was enough to send her thoughts to places she wished they wouldnât go.
âOh, Iâm fine, Miss. You- you look really beautiful.â You wanted to slap yourself for letting those words out, but it brought a blush to her cheeks, that was all you couldâve hoped for.
âFirst off, thereâs no need to call me Miss, I believe weâre way past that point. And second of all, I appreciate it, dear, I havenât worn these in years so Iâm surprised they still fit.â She chuckled and looked down, hearing small sounds of your feet colliding with the floor as you came closer.
âWell, maybe you should wear it more often, Iâm sure youâd catch a lot of attention.â But she wanted yours. She only wanted your attention, she couldnât care about anyone elseâs. Not when you stood there so perfectly without even realizing it. Sheâd make you see it. Sheâd make you see the beauty that shined throughout you.
âAnd why is that?â
âLike I said, youâre very beautiful, Wanda. Pregnancies affect all bodies, even years after. But, personally, I see them as signs of life. I wouldnât have my best friends if it wasnât for you, so I find every sign of that very, very pretty. I just wish everyone saw it that way, especially you.â You trailed off with a shrug, seeing her eyes light up with every sentence. You were never good at giving compliments, but with her, it seemed to flow with ease. You knew she deserved to hear them as you could tell no one spoke so highly of her often. You didnât understand how, one glance from her could send anyone to their knees, but everyone seemed to be too afraid to say it to the highly-ranked businesswoman. Even you were nervous to say it around her, but her response always helped release that fear.
âI- thank you, Y/N. Nobody has ever spoken so highly of me.â She felt so vulnerable in the moment, where did things change? Only minutes ago she was teasing you relentlessly, now here she was with her heart swarming from your welcoming smile.
âYou donât need to thank me for being honest.â She nodded softly, wishing she could cling onto this moment forever. You were only feeding into her lust, forcing her to want more when she didnât believe that was possible.
âWhat do you say about some lemonade, yeah? You can head outside and Iâll be out in just a minute with our drinks.â You complied and opened the screen door, giving one last glance before removing the towel placed over your shoulders. Wanda bit her lip as she eyed your figure, her gaze falling onto your bottoms. You wore a bikini, showing off every curve you stored that she had dreamed of. You were even more pleasing to the eye than she knew of.
âHere you are, darling,â She handed you the cold glass as you swam to the edge of the pool, your sunglasses resting on top of your head and tangling with your wet hair.
âHowâs the water?â
âItâs good, pretty warm which I expected.â She gasped lowly as the wetness came higher up on her body. You swam over to her, grabbing both of her hands and pulling her in further. She let out a small yelp as you caught her, your faces sharing low proximity to the point you could feel her breath on yours.
âUh, sorry-â You tried to pull away but were quickly stopped by her hands on your lower back. She brought you impossibly closer and you could feel her length pleading to be freed. In all honesty, she had been trying to disguise it since the moment you let your skin be shown. You were like a goddess, entrancing everyone possible and forcing their heartbeat to rise.
âI want to kiss you so bad right now, but Iâm only going to if you want me to.â Your lips parted in shock as your eyes widened, your expression was starting to worry the older woman. She was ready to pull away until you stopped her, making the first move as you planted a meaningful peck onto her mouth. She felt her muscles tension start to die down while her hands held you tightly, traveling down to the exposing clothing you wore and squeezing your ass. You gasped lightly, allowing her tongue to move further and enter your mouth. She pressed your body against the wall, letting her fingertips toy with the waistband of your bikini bottoms before hiking your thigh against her waist, giving her easier access to trail it down your legs.
âYouâre an even better kisser than I imagined.â You chuckled at her words, biting your lip as you felt her teasing your folds.
âYouâve- youâve imagined kissing me?â A small whimper made way from your vocal cords and Wanda nearly came from the sound alone. She needed you so badly, there was no way sheâd be able to stop now.
âOh, Iâve imagined doing so many things to you, baby.â The recollection brought a new sense of arousal to her. The nights sheâd stay up, moans bouncing off the walls as her mind went wild.
âI think of you too, Wanda.â You shyly, remarked, looking down as you spotted your legs opening more on their own. It was as if they were on their own accord, chasing after the high youâve been wanting for months now.
âYeah? Tell me, do you touch yourself when you think of Mommy, hm?â The nickname nearly brought a shake to your legs, your eyes traveling to the back of your head as you released a weak moan.
âIâve- Iâve never-â She clicked her tongue loudly and for a quick second you felt her still and your body wanted to disagree, but the shame you held was too much. Maybe you really were too innocent or young for her, so naive to think you had a chance.
âIâm the first to touch this sweet, sweet pussy? Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how happy that makes Mommy to hear.â Your hands came up to her shoulders as you held yourself up, trying your best to not let her see your weakness. But Wanda saw everything, she always knew.
âMommyâs got you, little one, sheâs not going anywhere.â You could tell she was holding back slightly as she continued to rub your clit in small, gentle circles. You didnât want her to hold back, you wanted to satisfy her needs correctly.
âPlease, Mommy, I donât want you to be gentle.â Your pout couldâve easily sent her to heaven, but she chose to remain calm and guide you to sit on the edge of the wall. Up to your knees were chilled with the water while the rest of your body soaked in the heat of the sun. Wanda instantly separated your legs and placed soft, yet bruising kisses on your thighs. She wanted to leave a mark. She wanted you to go home tonight and be forced to remember your previous activities, she wanted you to suffer so badly until you needed to see her again. She wanted to be your only escape, she wanted that hold over you that no one else could have.
Her tongue collided with your weeping cunt, giving you no preparation as she instantly caused the tightening in your stomach to worsen. Months and months of edging was catching up to you, but you didnât want to fail her so quickly.
âYou taste fucking amazing, princess.â She was sloppy with her movements, holding absolutely no care or shame as she only focused on your flavor. You were like her favorite fruit that she couldnât quite get enough of, always reaching for more and telling herself itâll be the last one, only the last one never came.
âM-Mommy-â She pulled away for a quick moment, leaving a small peck to your pulsing clit as her eyes landed on yours, guiding you into continuing.
âI feel funny.â You expressed, leading her to smirk in response.
âOh, my poor baby, can you tell me more about how youâre feeling?â She fauxed a frown before continuing, her tongue sliding in and out of your tight hole as her moans vibrated against you. Your breath sped up, your chest heaving as tears pricked your eyes.
âIt f-feels weirdâŠin my stomach. I- ah! I-I kept feeling like this for..months!â You gasped when she sucked harshly on your clit. Youâve never felt so ecstatic, so small.
âIâd think of y-you, Mommy, and then my- my head would get f-fuzzy and it would feel all tingly down below.â You choked on your words, trying to manage out some sort of evidence that you were still in control of your body, but deep down you wanted to give her all sorts of power.
âMhm, and how would you help those tingly feelings?â You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your hips starting to move on their own against her face, your body begging for more.
âI donât know, I- sometimes, I-Iâd rub my thighs t-together, but I never knew what to- what to do.â She was so engrossed in your words and the way you were clenching around nothing, her cock was nearly drooling as she failed to satisfy herself. Now that she had you, she wasnât going to waste the chance of getting a taste of your sweet cunt.
âMhm, and it felt like this, right?â It never felt nearly as good, but you nodded anyway.
âDo you think you can do something for me, pretty girl?â Once again, you nodded, this time a whimper following as your hand fell to your breast. You tweaked your hardened nipples as instinct, you didnât even realize what you were doing until you noticed her watching your movements.
âI want you to hold it, just for a few more minutes, okay? I know you can do it, youâre my strong girl!â She climbed out of the water, letting you lay down as she settled over you. The towel was warm due to the sun but her hot kisses were even warmer. She placed them against your neck, smiling into them as she noticed the forming visible marks.
âMommyâs gonna go in now, is that alright?â
âOkay, Mommy.â You nearly squeaked when her tip entered you, the small amount already seeming to stretch your walls to the max. You grappled onto her chest for support, unable to stop yourself as your lips followed. She moaned lowly at the contact, her hips jutting forward just enough to cause a weak whine.
âMommy, it hurts.â You ushered out, your teeth grazing against her sensitive skin and resulting in a groan.
âFuck, Mommyâs so close, baby. Câmon, be a good little slut and Iâll let you cum with me.â You nervously brought a hand down to cup her balls, using your thumb to gently rub the skin as she bit her lip to suppress any sounds.
âPl- please, Mommy, I wanna hear you.â Her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, letting go of her lip as her mouth parted. Her pace quickened enough to have you mumbling incoherent sentences.
âKiss me, darlinâ,â She muttered before grasping the back of your neck and guiding you into her. Your mouthâs connected in a searing kiss, one that brought further ache to your core. Her tongue ran over your lips as she begged for you to let her in, which you quickly did. She explored your mouth as if a traveler on a conquest, only stopping when she gasped as liquids spurted onto her crotch. She looked down at you, eyes blown out and full of lust while holding shame and guilt.
ââM sorry, I-I tried-â She shushed you quickly, stuffing her head in your neck as she sniffed your scent. You were so unbelievably intoxicating, that she couldnât get enough.
âOh, sweetie, Mommyâs so proud of you.â She praised. âSo much so that Iâm gonna give you a little gift,â Her sloppy thrusts stilled as you felt warm juices invading your tight hole. She was painting your walls with her cum, pressing even deeper as she watched droplets escape you.
âOh, fuck! Iâve been wanting to fill this cunt for too fucking long, baby girl, you have no idea how badly I need this.â You clawed her back, leaving hints of red marks as you drew lines with your nails. They werenât very long, but the pleasure became too much and you quickly found yourself digging into her skin.
âYouâre going to look so perfect carrying my babies. And when you go back to college, or when you walk around town, all the judgful looks will remind you of how much of a slut you are for your Mommy.â Suddenly, you remembered the two boys who were meant to be arriving in only a few hour's time. Your eyes shot open, your body trying to move from hers as she only continued to hold you tightly.
âNo, love. They wonât be here for a while, and Iâm going to spend every second I have left fucking you.â
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Hermit Permit Office...
(Little bit of a rant post)
I love this. So much. This is amazing. I love that Grian made an official government office that deals in absolute bullshit because nobody (Grian) is paid enough (or at all) to give a shit. And I love that it is completely and absolutely in character for Grian to have to make an office to deal with permit issues and then decide that you know what, I don't want to deal with this so it's going to be horrible. Let's put this official "government" building in the middle of a forest so nobody can find it, why don't we? How about we make an 8-page form to create a new permit, but the only actual question is the first one, and the rest are all random bullshit? Because yes. I love this. I love the fact that his plan to hide the office doesn't even work and four hermits find it within the episode. I loved the whole interaction between Grian and Scar at the office.
Tldr: Grian is up to bureaucracy shenanigans and everyone is suffering for it.
#grian#hermitcraft#hc10#hermitcraft grian#goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft 10#hermit permits#Oh god don't let Grian have governmental power#It does not end well#For anyone except Grian#âHave you in the past five minutes done 10 laps around Gem's lighthouse?â
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Why 'The Naked Time' says so much about Spock and Kirk's relationship
Okay y'all buckle up, because I'm 'bouta read too much into subtext and symbolism for my own good,,,
In saying that, I feel that this episode reveals so much about Spock and Kirk. It portrays their attitudes and feelings towards love, relationships, and... each other??!?!?!
The premise of this episode is that there is a disease transmitted through touch. It leads the victims the descend into a form of 'madness'. The disease's manifestation is related to the individual's inner psyche; Spock himself says it forces 'hidden personality traits ... to the surface'. This happens to Sulu, who starts to yield a fencing sword towards other crewpeople on the ship. Given his love for fencing, and that he is 'at heart a swashbuckler', the illness has responded to this. This is foreshadowed by the word 'naked' in the title: to mean bare, undisguised, as you are.
Christine Chapel soon becomes ill with this disease. She confesses her love for Spock and reaches out to touch his hands. Spock flinches at first but does not choose to resist as she continues. Significantly, she says she is in love with 'the human Mister Spock, the Vulcan Mister Spock.' Chapel finishes with, 'I do love you just as you are.'
Summarily, Spock becomes incapacitated in two ways; by the physical touch of Chapel, he has the illness; but also by the denigration of logic and surfacing of repressed emotions. I mean, why does Spock hold on to Chapel's fervourous touch and apologises to her profusely, multifold? By what logic would permit this? Surely no logic that abides by the teachings of his Vulcan upbringing.
Spock is visibly overwhelmed by the confession. That, not only is he loved, he is loved as a Vulcan and as a human - a dual identity that Spock struggles to live with.
Importantly, for Spock this disease reveals the unresolved tensions of these identities and the vigorous dedication he has to silencing his human side with Vulcan logic. Spock stumbles out, tearful, and plaintively cries that he is in control of his emotions. He grasps a computer of all things, the zenith of binary choices and answers, of perhaps Vulcan logic. Then, he assures himself that he is a science officer - a professional observer - an identity which would somehow negate the feelings he is experiencing. But even scientists, humans, and Vulcans can experience emotions, and this fact, coupled with the encumberment of this disease, causes Spock to unravel.
The height of this episode, for me, is when Kirk finds him. Through glassy windows of tears, Spock looks to Kirk and laments that he can never tell his mother that he loves her (because he is Vulcan). He then looks to Kirk and says, 'when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed'. The emotion that Spock is battling is not grief, anger, sadness, but, let's face it, love.
When they start slapping each other, they actually... tightly hold hands. To me, they're ferociously making out, full pash sesh, heaving petting.
And where, earlier, in a similar embrace, Spock found himself restricted by Chapel, Spock holds on to Kirk's hand for dear life.
This next bit seems like it runs unparallel to Spirk as a ship, but let me explain why it doesn't. Kirk contracts the disease from Spock, and also battles with the impossibility of love as the Ship's Captain. This love is dedicated to his yeoman. Immediately, it seems as if Spock has ... recovered? He switches off, begins to take control of the situation and the impending doom that would occur if they don't get power for something something sciency words something to do with engines. When Spock seeks Kirk in this state, it's as if he has responded to Kirk's lack of affection. The illness appears to recede.
Where this comes full circle is with the writing on the wall (literally). Spock observes, 'Love Mankind' on the wall.
This may relate to embracing his human side, and further his love for Kirk.
Kirk's writing on the wall? In the turbolift, upon finishing his comments about his love for his yeoman, is faced with:
What must Kirk repent for as a sinner? Can I be bold and say this might be about lying as a sin, perhaps?
Anyway. It is 1.30 am, I need to fight with the writers of this episode and I need to put my creative writing skills to use somewhere else, probably. I hope you enjoyed the mess that lives in my mind and my attempt to coherently collate what was a dozen voice messages sent to my best friends who are sleeping. I should probably sleep too...
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Platonic Yandere Gojo with sister reader is also plaguing my mind. Just the absolute control he has over her life because he is the most powerful being in the universe, so everyone must listen to him if they want to live. If Gojo tells his clan to lock you in your room, they do. They don't even ask questions, don't bat an eye when you cry and beg to be let out. No, they stand outside and wait for their next command. If Gojo tells them to get rid of so and so person because they looked at you for a second too long, the clan does it with efficiency. If Gojo tells them to make sure you drink enough water, it doesn't matter if you're hydrated, the clan will make sure to hold you down and unintentionally waterboard you as they make sure you drink.
No one is allowed to talk to you, interact with you, not even smile at you unless Gojo tells them. Its all a part of his plan- to isolate you in every way possible until you start becoming insecure and feel like an alien, and then when dear old brother Gojo comes to visit you, you all but wrap yourself around him and practically beg for his attention.
You have an s/o? Maybe he's some poor servant of the clan who fell in love with you and starts dating you secretly. Boy, he was dead meat the moment he had thought of you romantically. But this time, Gojo brings you out to the backyard with him to see how he tortures your s/o to death, holding you tightly when you struggle against him. He knows its cruel, far too gore for your pure mind to see, but he must force you to watch if he wants the lesson to stick.
Never go against ni-chaan's orders.
Big brother Gojo who forbids you from leaving the estate unless he permits you to leave with his most trusted servants or with him. He just wants to keep you safe and allow you to have fun under his watchful gaze. Big brother Gojo who has strictly told you to never use your cursed energy, especially not without him? He says its because he doesnt want you or anyone else to get hurt, but its really because he doesnt want you to be able to leave him.
You try to run away from him, try to leave to country? Hell, Gojo has you on a no flight list, and he even has people at the airport holding you in a room as they wait for Gojo to come and collect you. You can go along with him crying and screaming as he drags you out and make a fool of yourself or you can go quietly as he brings you to his chest, thanking the officers for keeping you safe. Either way, no one will come to your rescue.
The sooner you realise that there is no escaping from him, that he is your only knight in shining armour, your captor and your protector, the only one worthy of your attention, the only person who will give you his attention and love, the only one who will hug you and wipe away the tears (even if he was the who made them spill), the better it will be for your sake (and everyone else's). He may have locked you in your room, chained you up and yes, he will be a jerk to you as most brothers usually are, but once you give up and apologise (you dont know what for, but u apologise), Gojo will free you and let you cling to his arms, shushing you as he allows you to stain his clothes with tears and snot, telling you that he's oh so proud of you for finally coming to your senses and realising your mistake.
"Y/n, shh its okay now. Stop crying, cmon. You know I'm not mad at you. No, you're my little sister. I only have your best interests in mind. I'm the only one who loves you, Y/n."
But while the idea of Gojo not allowing you to date is delicious, what is more intriguing than Gojo trying to set you up with Megumi, a child who he raised/groomed and sweet boy Megumi also has yandere tendencies for you. So, Gojo brings you to Jujutsu High with him so that you can fall in love with his protege Megumi.
You however must be blind because you fall for himbo boy Yuji instead and honestly, a little bit for Sukuna too.
Gojo is just trying not combust into flames, even if he's smiling as he beckons you to come with him (abd away from Yuji). Megumi is just trying not have a meltdown and kill his bff Yuji in jealousy but he forgets all about that when you ask if he'll join you and Gojo for lunch?
Oomph imagine Gojo's reaction when he sees you kiss Yuji for the first time, and you and Yuji remain unaware of Sukuna sticking his tongue out from Yuji's cheek and mocking Gojo. Like unhinged Gojo appears way earlier than he was supposed to, ripping Yuji off you and blasting him off while dragging you to your room to lock you away and its actually more for your safety than his because Gojo is trying very hard to not actually harm you. He needs to blow off steam and what better way than to make Yuji allow Sukuna to take over his body and fight him. And now its upto Megumi to hold back Gojo and stop him from killing his best friend, but perhaps... Megumi could hold that off for a bit so that he could console you. I mean, he needs to be there physically to wipe your tears away. He could always wipe off the blood later... if Yuji's still alive.
Yeah, Gojo wont kill him. Maybe.
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Eye of the Storm (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
post spencer confrontation, what if wesker was loved and allowed to feel the pain of his emotions | Fic Directory
You find him in a fit of rage.
Heâd been gone for a few days. A business venture, heâd said. One you werenât permitted to join.
You never expected this.
You hadnât even heard him arrive. No greeting, no shutting of the front door nor footsteps that normally tipped you off to his presence.Â
You hear a heavy thud, not unlike something being slammed against a wall. Then another, and another, and another. You scurry through your home toward his office, finding the sounds of snarling growls and shattering, splintering wood to be that much louder. Youâre almost afraid to open the door, but you know you must.
Whatever happened, whatever state heâs inâ you swore long ago that youâd be by his side through it all. The creaking of the door makes him spin around, eyes a sharp red even through the dark tint of his glasses. His chest heaves with heavy breaths and his fists are balled so tight you can practically hear the creaking cry of crushed leather. He seethes through bared teeth as if to warn you away when you take that first step inside.
You know better.
âAl,â you croon, treading slowly. Glass crunches beneath the sole of your shoe and he appears to flinch the slightest bit. âSweetheart,â you take another few steps closer, hands in front of you to show the surrender within your approach. You donât know what to say. It seems as though nothing in the world can quell the hurricane brewing within. Â
His unrelenting gaze all but dares you to cross the fray. Will you be so bold as to enter the eye of the storm? Could you?
As you come closer, you notice the damage. His black coat is torn in several places, bloodied in othersâ flecks of it in his hair. Gloves scuffed at the knuckles. Glasses cracked at the corner, sitting at an odd angle due to a missing nose pad.
You reach up slowly to remove them, pushing them up to rest atop his head. His breath catches audibly. Weskerâs upper lip curls and trembles, nose scrunching in a way that you would ordinarily find cute were it not for the typhoon of rage written across his face.Â
Your hands trace slowly down his temples to cup his cheeks. You can tell heâs reluctant to let you touch him. He doesnât speak, but he also doesnât look away. His eyes drill straight into you. Itâs as if looking away means to be consumed by the same force that split the desk in two and wrecked the room.
âBreathe, Al.â You whisper, thumbs tracing the curve of his cheekbones. You watch him take a shuddering breath before his hands shoot up to grab your wrists. You wince at the tightness of his grip.
He falls to his knees, head lowered.
You go down with him.
Whatever splinters youâve landed on sting, but there are matters far more pressing than that.
âI am nothing.â Â
His voice is small and so incredibly unlike the man you know. There is no authority, no edge, no strength to it. With a hand at the back of his neck, you pull him to hide his face against your chest. Youâre about to open your mouth to counter such a terribly false statement when a crushing grip settles on your shoulders.
âManufactured.âÂ
His hands shake despite the force of their hold. Something had truly rattled him to his core, something big. Flashes of memories blow through your mind of every time youâd seen that perfect composure crack. His fury at his old teammate, frustrations with achieving his dream, andâ
Like shattered glass revealing an unspoken truth, you connect his words with his most persistent anxiety.
The old man.
You realize why your presence was forbidden, why he wouldnât tell you his whereabouts nor his plans.
For every night heâd laid awake chewing a hole in his lower lip, tossing and turning, fretting and torturing himself. Each moment heâd lose the time staring at the wall, contemplating his strange fixation on none other than Oswell E. Spencer himself. All of the time and resources spent tracking down a ghost.
Had his efforts paid off?
His grip grows stronger as he launches into a tiradeâ Umbrella, Spencer, Project Wesker. You merely listen with wide eyes as he tells the tale of his creation, and everything you know of his upbringing becomes so much more sorrowful. Not merely an orphan, nor a prodigy with exceptional ideals and a mind to change the world.
A product.
An idea.
Another manâs dream.
A borrowed last name.
A boy stolen from those that would have nurtured him. Taken from the people who would have celebrated his mind, not simply capitalized off of it. Who would have cared for his milestones and held his hands through each one.
Who would have loved him.
His eyes are unfocused as he tells every detail. Itâs as if heâs gone to hide within himself.
You suspect such a state is far worse than his rage could ever be.
Heâs silent for a time, though the tightness of his grip remains. His mouth twitches, lips parting as if he means to say something, over and over againâŠ
âWho am I?â
The quiver in his voice shatters you. Those cracks in his poise youâd seen during those anxious frets over finding Spencer, of finding Chris, his disgust with the human race and their penchant for self destruction and crueltyâ itâs all split wide open now. You see the raw nerve that he truly is. And all you want to do is shield him from the pain. Â
But you canât.
The damage is done. It has been for decades.
The best you can do is hold him close and coo love and reassurances in droves. You encourage him to feel it. Â
Donât suppress it. Donât swallow the pain nor bury it deep to drown in itself.
Feel it.
You card your fingers through the hair at his nape. He seethes and shakes to hold back his cries. You still feel the tears soak your shirt all the same.
âWhoever you are,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to his hair. âWhoever you want to beâŠâ
His grip slackens.
âI will love you, always.â
#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker fanfiction#albert wesker x you#wesker x reader#wesker x you#resident evil#dead by daylight#dbd#I just threw this together idk if it's actually gonna be good
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Spinsters do not Need Chaperones (Part 2, Seungcheol Route)
Chaperones are for beautiful young girls. A plain older woman like you, with neither fortune nor youth to recommend her, is hardly in danger of losing her virtue. You've long resigned yourself to always being the supporting role in someone elseâs romance.Â
But could it be that love and marriage have not disappeared entirely beyond your reach? This spinster may capture the heart of an eligible bachelor yet, if only she makes the right choicesâŠ
Genre: Seungcheol x female! reader, regency!AU (Sort of Bridgerton-esque but we keep it PG)
Word Count: 4.5k+
Series Masterlist here
You discovered, much to your dismay, that none of your wants or desires could withstand Lady Beaumontâs wild force of personality and will.
It is unnecessary to repeat the exact conversations that took place in the Beaumont manor that afternoon. It is only relevant to note that by the next morning, your belongings had been packed and you found yourself in a carriage with Lady Beaumont and Julia, headed directly for Portsmouth.Â
âWe must see if we cannot find you a husband in Portsmouth as well,â your aunt commented as the carriage rattled farther and farther away from London. âSurely the place has some naval officers milling about. Once Juliaâs engagement is secured, there may be someone the Chois can introduce you to- perhaps some widower that will have you.â
You bit your lip to prevent yourself from responding rudely. It was never worth the effort of an argument with your aunt. You simply nodded.Â
âYou're not sulking because I would not permit you to stay in London, are you?â Lady Beaumont snapped irritably.Â
You sighed and shook your head. âI am not sulking, aunt.â
âYou would do well to put the Kims behind you. It was kind of them to allow you to debut and attend the social season with their daughter, but you are a Beaumont, not a Kim. You don't have a dowry worth mentioning, and the advantages of age and beauty are long past you. You need to be practical and think about who will support you for the rest of your life.â
âBelieve me, aunt, I think of little else.â
Your aunt turned away with a huff. Julia had been quiet for most of the ride and seemed to be deep in thoughts of her own. You gave your young cousin a reassuring smile and she smiled back at you, but said nothing.Â
The journey was long enough that dusk had begun to fall by the time the carriage arrived at the streets of Portsmouth. The Choi estate loomed ahead in the distance, and you peeked curiously out of the carriage window at the large manor. It wasnât quite as magnificent as the Beaumont estate, but it was certainly a fitting home for a noble family. The sea was very close by. Surely the view of the vast blue waters from the upper stories of the manor would be marvelous.Â
âItâs not as grand as London but this town really is quite beautiful,â you said to Julia as you both descended the carriage. âPerhaps we shall have a nice time in Portsmouth.â
Julia bit her lip. âI hope so, cousin.â
The servants arrived to carry your luggage inside and a few moments later you were greeted by the arrival of Mr. Choi Seungcheol and his mother, Mrs. Choi.Â
âHow delightful to see you again, Lady Beaumont, girls,â Mrs. Choi greeted you all warmly. You were surprised when the older woman embraced you and Julia. âI do hope you had a safe journey. Please come in, out of the cold! Summer is past and the evenings are quite chilly these days.â
âYes-yes, our journey was quite pleasant, thank you,â Lady Beaumont replied quickly as she wrapped her shawl more tightly around her shoulders. âPortsmouth seems very lovely.â
âWe hope that you will like it.â
Seungcheol stood a few steps behind his mother. He nodded at you politely when you made eye contact with him, but there was not much of a smile on his face. You returned a polite nod. For Juliaâs sake, you sincerely hoped that Mr. Choi was a good man. It was hard to tell what he was thinking behind those dark, charismatic eyes and that unsmiling face.Â
âThis is my housekeeper, Mrs. Williams- she has prepared rooms for you all upstairs and I hope you will find them comfortable,â Mrs. Choi explained. âMrs. Williams, will you please show our guests to their rooms?â
You followed the housekeeper upstairs, admiring the large and tastefully decorated manor. Lady Beaumont had been provided with her own room, while you and Julia had been given a slightly larger room to share. As soon as Mrs. Williams deposited your belongings and left, you went to the large french window in your room and threw it open.Â
âWe have a lovely view of the garden,â you observed. âBut it appears this side of the manor does not face the sea.â
âA very good thing too,â Lady Beaumont muttered. She still had her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders and looked quite pale. âI cannot imagine how cold the sea winds would be at night. Close that window immediately, there is a terrible draught.â
You sighed and shut the window. âShall we dress for dinner?â
You all dressed and went downstairs for dinner with the Choi family. Seungcheol sat at the head of the large table, and his dark eyes were watchful as Lady Beaumont and Mrs. Choi had an animated conversation about the china, and the difficulties of finding a good cook. You noticed that Seungcheol kept looking between you and Julia repeatedly. Once the first course was completed, he finally addressed your cousin directly.Â
âHow do you like to spend your free time, Miss Julia?â Seungcheol asked your young cousin. His tone was gentle enough but his dark eyes were unsmiling and Julia still looked somewhat afraid of him.
âI-I like music,â Julia whispered.Â
âI must apologise, Miss Julia, I could not quite hear your response,â Seungcheol admitted.Â
âI like music,â your cousin repeated a little more loudly. âT-the pianoforte.âÂ
Seungcheol nodded. âOf course. Yes, of course, I had the pleasure of listening to you play back in London. Allow me to compliment you once again on your skills. You played wonderfully.â
Julia blushed and stared at her plate. âThank you.â
Their conversation was painfully awkward and almost difficult for you to watch. You did not want to interfere but Julia was being incredibly shy and you could see that even Seungcheol was not quite sure how to engage her in conversation. It was your duty as a chaperone to fill in this awkwardness. You cleared your throat and turned to him with a smile.
âMr. Choi- perhaps you can recommend things for us to do, or places to see while we are in Portsmouth?â you asked lightly.Â
Mr. Choi seemed almost relieved at your interruption and he turned in his seat to face you. âOf course, Miss Beaumont. I would be delighted to take you all down to the beach tomorrow morning. Portsmouth has many wonderful beaches. I am pleased to say it is one of the few advantages we have over London and the rest of the general countryside.â
You turned to Julia. âJulia! Doesn't the beach sound lovely?â
Julia nodded quickly. âYes-yes, it does.â
You turned back to Seungcheol. âAnd the harbour; shall we be able to visit the harbour as well?â
Seungcheol blinked at you in surprise. âWell, certainly, if you like⊠although the harbour is full of ships and goods and commercial offices. I did not think it would be of particular interest to young ladies.â
Your eyes widened eagerly. âWe should love to visit the harbour. Julia and I have just finished reading Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas. We have oceans and submarines and sea monsters on our mind, donât we, Julia? We would love to see the naval ports and even your ships, Mr. Choi, if it is not too much trouble to you.â
Seungcheol nodded. âNo trouble at all. I shall be delighted to show them to you.â
Mr. Vernon, who had been almost entirely silent until then (you had a strange suspicion that he was hiding a book underneath the table and was reading instead of paying attention to the conversation) looked up and smiled at you. âMy brother spends too much time at the harbour already, Miss Beaumont. I am afraid the trouble lies more in bringing him back home.â
Seungcheol looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow- he did not smile but there was a surprising light-heartedness to his tone. âThen perhaps you had better join us, Vernon, so that you may undertake this incredibly difficult task of bringing me back home and not leave it to the ladies.â
âI wish I could, brother, but my exams are coming soon and I must devote myself to studying,â Vernon replied apologetically.Â
âIs that why you have hidden a book under the table?â you asked him with a playful smile.Â
Vernonâs ears turned red. âThere is no book-â
Seungcheol sighed, although he did not look too angry. âVernon, surely you can put your studies away for some time while we have guests?â
âSorry,â Vernon mumbled as he turned his attention back to his dinner. You smiled- and were surprised when Seungcheol caught your eye and gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile of his own. The smile brought a sudden light to Seungcheolâs already handsome face and you were surprised by how  charming he looked. But before you could react, Seungcheol had turned to Julia and asked her a question about whether she enjoyed French literature.Â
The dinner ended pleasantly and Mrs. Choi entreated Julia to play a little music for them in the drawing room before the family retired to bed. You sat down on the comfortable sofa to listen to her performance and were surprised when Seungcheol sat beside you.Â
âMiss Beaumont,â Seungcheol said to you in a quiet tone that could not be picked up by his mother or your aunt seated near the fireplace. âI must thank you for your thoughtfulness during the conversation at dinner. I hope that Miss Juliaâs quietness is simply her nature, and not caused by any behaviour on my partâŠâ
Your eyes widened. âOh! No, you must forgive Juliaâs quietness. She is only a little shy since she has not spent much time in society or among gentlemen. I assure you, she will open up soon and has a very lovely personality.â
Seungcheol nodded and cleared his throat. âI am⊠glad to hear it. I suffer from a similar handicap. I have lived in Portsmouth too long and failed to cultivate the art of polite conversation that I would have developed if I had spent more time among young ladies in London society.â
You smiled at him warmly. âThere is nothing lacking in your conversation, Mr. Choi. You must only forgive Julia for being too young and inexperienced.â
âYouth is hardly a fault,â he replied thoughtfully. âAnd inexperience- well, that can surely be remedied with time and effort.â
âI agree.â
âThen I shall only thank you,â he replied gently, âand wish you a good night, Miss Beaumont.â
âGood night, Mr. Choi.â
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Lady Beaumont declared that she had developed the chills and that nothing should distress her more than being exposed to the harsh autumn weather on a cold morning. She had therefore resolved to stay indoors all day. You were at liberty to depart for the Portsmouth harbour after breakfast, entirely unburdened by your auntâs company.Â
âI hope Lady Beaumont is not unwell,â Seungcheol enquired politely as he helped you and Julia board the carriage. âShe does seem rather troubled by the cold.â
You chuckled. âYou may rest assured that my aunt is in perfect health, Mr. Choi. Her chills have everything to do with her hatred of long walks, and nothing to do with the weather or her health.â
Seungcheol smiled. âI am relieved to hear it.â
The harbour was a short distance away. You were pleasantly surprised by how dazzlingly beautiful the blue sea was, even among the hustle and bustle of the busy harbour. Mr. Choi had been telling the truth. The harbour was a place of business, not exactly a tourist destination, but you still found yourself excited by the sight of the enormous ships anchored in the distance.Â
âIt smells of fish,â Julia mumbled to you.Â
Seungcheol had overheard her. He merely nodded as he helped Julia down from the carriage. âYes, Iâm afraid it is rather early and the fishermen will be loading the boats with their catches to transport to nearby towns. Here; please use my handkerchief to cover your nose if it is too unpleasant.â
Julia blushed but accepted his handkerchief gratefully.Â
âAre any of these ships yours, Mr. Choi?â you asked, interested.Â
Mr. Choi nodded. âSome of the ships undergoing repairs are at the docks, and I will be glad to show them to you. I am afraid that my best ones are all away at sea, bringing goods back from the colonies.â
âWhat sort of goods?â you wondered.Â
Mr. Choi smiled. His eyes lit up and you could tell that he enjoyed talking about his ships and business. There was a tinge of pride in his voice as he explained it to you. âEverything the merchants in the colonies hire us to transport. Cotton, tea, silks, even precious metals and antiques. Well, almost everything.â
You raised an eyebrow at him. âAlmost everything? May I ask why you qualify it soâ
Seungcheol coughed and lowered his gaze slightly. âIâm afraid the merchants sometimes wish to transport people instead of goods, and naturally I do not offer my ships for that sort of trade.â
Your eyes widened in understanding. The slave trade. Julia noticed the expression on your face and looked between you and Seungcheol, confused.Â
âI do not understand. Why should you refuse to transport people?â Julia asked innocently.
âBecause people are not goods, Julia,â you replied quietly. âLet us leave it at that for now.â
âOn a more pleasant note,â Seungcheol said brightly, âthe Royal Navy also uses this harbour for their ships and there are many senior naval officers here. I see Commodore James approaching us now, if you will allow me to introduce you to him.â
âOf course, we shall be delighted.â
A small group of naval officers in uniform approached you from the harbour. Juliaâs grip on your arm tightened, and you saw that she had her eyes on the officers and was deeply blushing. You smiled to yourself- you remembered the days when you had fawned over gentlemen in uniform.Â
âMr. Choi!â the senior naval officer at the front of the group greeted. He was an older man with slightly greying hair and a bright smile. âHow wonderful to see you here- and in the company of two beautiful young women, no less!â
Seungcheol nodded politely. âCommodore James, allow me to introduce you to Miss Beaumont and her cousin, Miss Julia Beaumont. They are my motherâs guests and are staying with us at Portsmouth for the fall.â
You were surprised when Commodore James reached out to kiss first your hand, and then Juliaâs. He then introduced you to the rest of the men standing behind him. You tried to concentrate and remember their names and ranks, as Commodore James rattled them off, but you were sure you would forget them soon.Â
âI hope you have an excellent stay in Portsmouth,â Commodore James said, addressing you and Julia. âMay I ask if you ladies are fond of dancing?â
You nodded. âIndeed, we are.â
âThen we shall hope to see you at the assembly rooms one of these evenings, and you must each reserve some of your dances for me and my officers,â Commodore James insisted.Â
âWe would be glad to,â you replied politely.Â
âExcellent. I am afraid you must excuse us for today- we have an appointment to make. Good day, Miss Beaumont and Miss Julia.â
You and Julia curtsied politely to the officers as they walked away. You could tell that Juliaâs attention was almost entirely diverted and she kept glancing back at the retreating officers. You couldn't blame her, really. Some of them were rather handsome. But it wouldn't do for Mr. Choi to notice her distractions, so you hurried to engage him in another conversation.Â
âPerhaps we might see your offices, Mr. Choi?â you asked quickly.Â
Seungcheol blinked. âOh-yes, of course. This way.â
You kept a grip on Juliaâs hand and followed Mr. Choi as he led you towards his offices. Mr. Choi ran his shipping business from a large building further down from the harbour and you were unsurprised to find the office full of clerks and accountants, writing letters and poring over ledgers. Some of the clerks bowed their heads towards you politely, clearly surprised to see ladies at the office.Â
âWell, here we are,â Seungcheol said. âI am afraid the office is a rather uninteresting place.â
âIt is fascinating,â you replied honestly. âI am quite curious to know what exactly happens here in this office, Mr. Choi.â
âCorrespondence, mostly,â Seungcheol replied with a smile. Despite declaring himself that the office was uninteresting, he clearly did not really think so. âTaking orders, recording consignments, planning routes and schedules, hiring seamen, drafting bills of lading, insurance policies and invoicesâŠâ
Julia frowned. âIt sounds dreadfully complex just to bring some cargo over on a ship,â she remarked.Â
Seungcheol nodded. âI'm afraid it can be.â
âIt must be a lot for you to manage,â you said.Â
âNot at all. I enjoy it very much,â Seungcheol replied honestly. âI built this business myself. I do occasionally wish I had help- I asked Vernon to join me in running the business, but he has his own passions to follow and wants to become a barrister. I cannot blame him. The shipping business is not for everyone.â
âIt is very admirable,â you told him honestly.Â
âThank you, Miss Beaumont.â
Julia glanced around the office, clearly bored. âMight we go to the beach now?â
âOf course⊠allow me to call for the carriage.â
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The Portsmouth beach was incredibly beautiful. You felt a sort of resounding peace among the crashing waves and the vast blueness of the ocean and sky. You closed your eyes as a gentle spray of water from the crashing waves fell across your face.Â
âI see that the beach is to your liking,â Seungcheol commented.Â
You opened your eyes and reallzed that his dark gaze was fixed on you. You flushed involuntarily- there was something very charismatic about the soft smiles that Seungcheol bestowed rarely and briefly. He was indeed a handsome man and you were, after all, just a woman.Â
âYes, I like it very much,â you replied. âThe ocean is beautiful. I saw it from the carriage as soon as we arrived yesterday. I had been hoping that we would have a view of it from your manor.â
Seungcheol's eyebrows furrowed. âDo you not have a view of it from your room?â
âOh- no, our rooms face your lovely garden instead,â you replied lightly. You turned back to look for Julia, who had fallen behind and stopped to fiddle with her shoes. âJulia! Are you all right?â you called out. The crashing waves almost drowned out your voice.Â
âI am all right, there is just some sand in my shoes!â Julia yelled back.Â
âDo you need help?â
âNo- only wait for me a few moments while I turn them inside out!â Julia called.Â
You nodded and turned back towards Seungcheol, who was still looking at you. His hands were clasped behind his back and his broad shoulders seemed a little tense. His dark eyes faltered for a moment and then he spoke.Â
âMiss Beaumont,â he said softly.Â
You looked up at him. âYes?â
âI know that our acquaintance is too short for me to speak to you so openly. But my experience of you has been that you are a very thoughtful and mature woman who is capable of understanding the complex nature of life and relationships.â
You stared up at him in surprise, trying not to feel too embarrassed. âOh- well- I cannot say that this is a compliment I have ever received before, Mr. Choi, but I thank you for it all the same.â
âIf I speak to you with a level of honesty that is unusual for our short acquaintance, I hope you will not resent me for it.â
âI should never resent someone for being honest,â you assured him.Â
âThen I will take this opportunity to speak plainly about the elephant in the room, and most certainly the reason that you and your family find yourselves in Portsmouth. The entailment of the Beaumont estate due to the lack of male heirs in your family.â
You stared at him. You were embarrassed, but gratified that Seungcheol had taken the first step to actually broach the subject that was on everyoneâs mind. It was painful to think about the possibility of months of continued tip-toeing around the subject out of a sense of propriety.Â
âYes,â you said quietly. âI beg you not to let the entailment trouble you, Mr. Choi. We understand, the law being what it is-â
âBut it does trouble me, exceedingly so,â Seungcheol replied firmly. There was a sudden fire in his eyes. âMiss Beaumont, I am a very proud man. Perhaps you have heard of this through rumours but my late father was a gambler. He gambled away my familyâs estate until there was almost nothing left by the time he died and I turned of age. I have spent the better part of a decade building my shipping business and restoring my familyâs finances and reputation in society.âÂ
You looked up at Seungcheol with wide eyes and nodded. âIndeed, I have heard as much about you, Mr. Choi. You are known for being a self-made man and I have seen here today what you have built. You are well within your rights to be proud of your success.âÂ
Seungcheol took a deep breath. âThank you. But I want your family to understand that it gave me no pleasure to learn of the entailment. It is not in my nature to rejoice at a handout, especially not when it is being stolen from the family it rightfully belongs to.â
You sighed. âThere isn't really any question of rightfulness, here, the law is what it is-â
âYes,â Seungcheol replied. âIf it was within my power to refuse the estate, or to transfer it back to you and your cousin, then I would do so in a heartbeat. But it is not in my power to do so. The terms of the entailment will not permit me to transfer the Beaumont estate to anyone other than my own male heirs.â
âWe understand, Mr. Choi,â you assured him quietly.Â
Seungcheol inhaled sharply. âI have discussed this with my mother, and we have agreed that the only conscionable manner to deal with the Beaumont estate is to offer a union of our families, to ensure that any son I pass the estate to will be of Beaumont lineage.â
You took a deep breath and looked up at him. Seungcheolâs dark eyes were worried; you could see the honesty behind them. This was not a performance or empty words. Seungcheol was genuinely conflicted and distressed by the knowledge that he would be inheriting your familyâs fortune and estate. He clearly considered it his duty to do whatever was in his power to ensure it stayed in your family.Â
âThen I must return the favour and be equally open with you as well, Mr. Choi,â you said honestly. âA union of the families is exactly what my aunt is hoping for. We have come to Portsmouth in the expectation that you will be persuaded to marry Julia, and that the Beaumont estate can remain within our family.â
Seungcheol was silent for a long moment. He looked at you, and then back at Julia. Your young cousin was still balancing carefully on one foot as she struggled to empty beach sand out of her shoes.Â
âOf course,â Seungcheol said finally. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and left it slightly ruffled. âBut Julia is⊠young.â
âShe is of marriageable age,â you replied.Â
âNo doubt,â Seungcheol replied quickly. âSince Lord Beaumont is still in good health, I assume there is no need to act with any haste. I would like to spend more time with Julia and your family. But I hope it will bring Lady Beaumont some relief to learn that I have every intention of uniting our families when the time is right. I trust you will convey this to her in the appropriate manner?â
You bowed your head. âOf course, Mr. Choi.â
âThank you.â
You opened your mouth to respond but Julia had already come running over to you; her hair was a little dishevelled and she looked annoyed.Â
âThere is no end of sand in my shoes,â she mumbled. âMay we return to the manor?â
âYes, indeed, let us return.â
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You went to your auntâs bedroom after dinner, to tell her about the events of the day. It would bring her some relief to know for certain that Seungcheol intended to marry Julia, and you did not want to deny her that peace of mind.Â
âI am not sure what I think of him saying all this to you,â your aunt admitted with a frown, âbut I suppose he was sensible enough to know not to say it to Julia.â
âShe is too young, and still dreams of love,â you muttered to your aunt. âShe would not have enjoyed speaking of her own marriage in such⊠economical terms.â
Lady Beaumont sighed. âAll the same, it is indeed a relief to know that Mr. Choi intends to do the right thing. Our time here is not wasted after all. We shall rest easy after your uncle passes.â
You nodded. âWe are lucky, aunt. Mr. Choi is⊠well, he seems to be a very good man. I find his behaviour quite admirable.â
âWell it's not much use to you,â your aunt snapped. âYou must still try to find yourself a husband, although we cannot hope for anyone too rich. Mrs. Choi talks highly of a certain widower called Commodore James. Perhaps you should visit the assembly rooms and try to dance with this man.â
You winced. âAunt, he must be twenty years my senior.â
âIf you wanted a young man then you should have found one while you were young,â Lady Beaumont said dismissively. âDon't come to me now in your late twenties and complain to me about the age of your suitors. It will be a relief if we can find one at all. Now good night.â
âGood night, aunt,â you muttered.Â
You walked back to the room you shared with Julia, only to find that there were a few maids carrying your luggage out of the room. You stopped in your tracks and called out to one of them.
âAre those my dresses? Where are you taking those?â you asked.Â
The maid placed your trunk down and bowed. âApologies, Miss Beaumont, Mr. Choi asked us to have you moved to a different room on the other end of the corridor. He said to put you in one with a better view of the ocean.â
Your heart skipped a beat.
âOh-yes, thank you. That would be lovely,â you muttered.Â
âI will show you your new room, please follow me.â
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#seventeen scenarios#seventeen fanfiction#seungcheol x reader#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen angst#s.coups x reader#regency!au
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making miguel blush by touching his muscles and teasing him w over dramatic âoohâ and âahâsâ đ€đ€
i like the way you think anon :> (tbh this is what i had in mind for reader in the jealous miggy fic, MAYBE I'LL WRITE A BONUS SCENE TO THE ORIGINAL FIC, WOULD Y'ALL LIKE THAT ...)
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
one way to get you to shut up. â miguel o'hara x reader
miguel never usually lets anybody touch him, let alone get up close and personal with him; but you were always the only one he permitted to get closer to him, to be within a closer proximity, because... your presence was calming, comforting to himâdare he say being in your presence is proof that he interacts with other human beings and doesn't stay cooped up in that dim, dark office of his like a hermit. though the worst part about being in your presence is that you knew every way to push his buttons, to send him over the edge with your snarky, cocky demeanor. maybe you meant to, maybe you didn't, but the way you spoke to him whenever he let you touch him... hell, the way you even did touch him was so hypnotic, enticing... it was hard to deny, it did something to miguel.
"wow, miggy... you have quite the biceps." you'd purr to him with a cheeky grin on your face as you ran you soft fingers up and down the curves of his bulging muscles. miguel nodded, knowing you had much more than that to say about his build. you sighed as you soon brought your other hand to caress the grooves and bumps of his arm. your hands made their way to his broad shoulders, with you whispering all sweetly how massive his frame looked. you gently ran your fingers over his chest and gave a small, "ooh..." at the feeling of his pectoral muscles that were underneath the nanotech suit. you repeated this cycle of teasing miguel for his beautifully sculpted frame, making sure every bit of him was touched and admired greatly, mainly with little "ah"s and "ooh"s.
his breath kept hitching in his chest and throat, his commanding voice that was about to tell you to shut up, to get your hands off him in a low growl was silenced every time he heard you praise every bit of his excellent figure. his breath came out all raggedy and labored, his exhale shook as it left his body, in unison with you sighing as you teased how delectable his muscles seemed underneath that suit. "c'mon, miggy... give me a fun time, would ya?" you asked him with a giggle as miguel seized your hand that reached out for his face and stared down at you with a hint of red in those dashing, yet deadly, eyes of his. his face remained stoic as a statue as he leaned in closer to you, his breath hot and beating against your face as he practically snarled his answer: "don't be too bold with me now."
and with that, you had finally been silenced. miguel's face was flustered and had a forced expression of sternness on itâbut deep down... he had yearned for you to touch him again, to praise him for his one of a kind body that you loved feeling up and sneaking glances of, and feeling your lips against his as you told him you... loved him, not just for his body, but for who he is. even if the guy he is was pretty intimidating and no-nonsensical, he yearned for the day when you could quit the teasing (or keep teasing him until he melts out of sheer embarrassment) and just... kiss him already, make him yours; his body, his mind, his heart, his lifeâhe'd give it all to you in a heartbeat.
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PROMOTION DAY â KĂNIG.
ê° àšà§ ê± contents: inappropriate relationship with a superior, blowjob, dirty talk, unprotected sex, teasing, usage of pet names, throat-holding, groping, size difference, thigh slapping, softdom!könig (he's a lil bit of sweet & mean.)
ê° àšà§ ê± notes: love nothing more than writing this man, plus this concept could not stop lingering around my head for days ! (which is literally why i wrote this)
When you were taken up on the offer of joining into KorTac's unit, you were aware of the fundamentals of being in the role as a soldier; to obey those who were superior to you, such as higher-ranks, and to not engage in relationships deemed as too 'debauched' with one who was seen to be praiseworthy and leader-like. And of course, being the compliant soldier you were, you spent a reasonable success of obliging by those specific restrictions based on how straightforward it was.
You had your morals in check, your position as a soldier stable persisting to a standard considered sufficiently well. Usually, those who kept up with this kind of etiquette were granted with promotionsâcomplying along with successful deployments and expeditions they had shown greater parts of participation in. Perhaps you didn't reach that certain criteria, or haven't been performing as well as you thought you were; but so far, no promotions had been permitted towards you quite yet. Absolutely nothing.
It was like this for quite a while. Utter silence whilst you carried on with your habitual routine, watching on as your peers were practically being hand-picked by superiors for promotion. But thankfully you had luck, you had the colonel of the faction; possibly the only superior to personally elect you himself for that sweet promotion you've been oh-so patiently waiting for.
Now you've got yourself in place underneath his desk, in his office, a little after midnight where a majority of the unit had been gone to their own affairs. The minute you stepped foot into his office at the designated time to 'discuss' your promotion, you were basically being manhandled right over and against his desk; the bottom lining of his sniper mask shoved up to his very upper lip just so he could hungrily indulge in possibly one of the most passionate make-out sessions you've ever experienced in a lifetime. It definitely wasn't the type of discussion you were expecting yourself to end up in tonight, but it's not like you were going to complain about any of it.
He breaks away from your lips, using both hands to caress over the curves of your body through the cloth of your uniform as you stood thereâknees gone unstable to the point where you had to lean up your entire body weight at the desk for support. With your head sloped backwards, his mouth finds somewhere new to attach itself on; lips pursing around the skin at your neck, nipping and kissing around in a subtle manner that wasn't enough to cause harm or break the skin. After a few seconds of shared heavy breathing and the rustling of your clothes caused by his hands on your uniform-clad frame, the sound of a belt being unbuckled, along with the undoing of a zipper, breaks in through the air.
"König..." your voice was something amid a gasp and a whine, your fingers tightening at the edges of his desk where your hands were gripping around.
"How unprofessional, addressing me on a first name basis, meine liebe." he gets out in a mock-teasing tone between kisses to your neck, "I'm still your superior, sweet thing."
Your head nodded absentmindedly, dazed over with an immense arousal at this point, barely registers in his words as breathy whimpers claw their way up from your throat to spill from the plush of your parted lips. His hands grope the mounds of your breasts through your shirt and bra before quickly discarding both pieces of fabric over your head, leaving them in a messed state on top of his paperwork. Those warmed hands found themselves at both of your shoulders, weakened body being pushed down gently and adjusted at your knees near the leg-room to his desk as your doe eyes peeked up at him through a lens of lust. A full perspective of his body was on display from where you sat, his belt loosely hanging off the loops on those unzipped cargo pants of his that gave you the sight of his evident hard-on even through the layers of cloth.
A sole large palm nestles at the top of your hair, fingers resting deep enough to prod at the surface of your scalp in an almost soothing way. His sniper mask was now fully restored to its initial state, shrouding the range of his face in the flowing, dark thickened fabricâyet those unsaturated blues of eyes still gazing down at your vulnerable position below him, sensuality present there. A muffled grunt sounds from the colonel, his unoccupied hand finally moving over his undone pants and boxers before shoving them down to the tops of his ankles. The length of his erect cock slaps against his clothed stomach, pre-cum dribbling at the slit of the head.
"You still want that promotion, engel?" König asked, his voice coming through a slight sighâalmost as if he were too desperate to have your touch on him.
You bit down at your lower lip, hands moving to rest at his thighs while you gazed up him with that same desperation. "Please, I really do, sir." you responded, the tonality of your voice shamelessly needy.
He chuckles breathily, his palm at your hair swiping lovingly at the locks. "Then get on with it. You do want to make your colonel proud, yes?"
For starters, you began with shakily breathing out as you leaned your face a few more inches inwards; feeling the burn of his eyes while he stared down at you darkly with all the hunger he held for you. You placed a hand on his thigh for additional leverage, feeling the muscle slightly flex at your touch as you had your head close to his crotch. Using your opposite hand, it wrapped itself around the girth of his cock as the weight was held up in your hand. Your tongue then darted out from your lips, beginning to gently lap and collect at the head of his messy cock while pre-cum continued to dribble down the sides of itâthe taste alone compelling you to proceed on further with your ministrations on him.
Faint incoherent mumbles and grunts came from König here and there, his gloved fingers tightening their grasp a little on your head the more he took charge of your movements. His head was now fully tossed back, his muscles twitching and flexing in an ongoing line of raw arousal. You were now bobbing your head on his cock, a hand at your hair to assist you when needed. The head of it nudged at the back of your throat almost every time you came down on him, the tip of your nose barely at his pelvis.
"Look at you, taking me all so well. You've got the mouth of a damn angel, my slutty girl." he said in a praise, the back of his fingers brushing gently against your right cheek all while you filled the space of your throat with taking his cock down your throat.
You took him with an ongoing ease, hand strengthening around the range of his thigh. The vague gurgles you were exuding, the tilt of his head backwards, and the lewd noises branching from your lips connected to his lengthâthe entire situation unethical in context when grasping onto the understanding you were certainly blowing off your colonel, but somehow it felt so right at the same time. It only took a few more bobs of your head as you found yourself steadily being lifted off of him once the muscles of his abdomen began to stiffened while nearing the pinnacle of his own climax, a thread of thickened saliva spanning from your moistened lips to the blunt head of his sturdy cock. In a dumbified state, you could only bring yourself to stare up at König; slightly tilting to the side in a dumbfounded, confused state to the sudden halt in your pleasure.
"Not yet, hĂŒbscher engel. I can't have myself receiving all of the attention now, hm? That would just be unfair to you." he chuckles lightly, using both hands at your shoulders to pull you up to your feet and off your knees. "Besides, I would much rather have my fill inside that pretty little pussy of yours."
The large hands at your shoulders steadily wander down to the indents of your shaped waist; pulling you back into his sturdy and wide-spread chest as he took a seat at his office chair. The bottoms of your thighs rested on top of his muscular ones, back pressed his chest as your head rested in front of his. The position â undeniably in the moment, â was one of the most intimate you could find yourself in. The warmth of his hands continued downwards from your waist, to your thighs, and to the top of your tactical pants. Your head tilts further back against his shoulder, hanging off the rear edge of it as your half-lidded eyes gazed down at where his hands were situated.
A shaky breath is exhaled at the anticipating scene playing out right in front of you, your back arched in the slightest even at his faint touches. His left palm comes to cup at your left breast, fondling the softened flesh in the delicate clasps of his fingers as his other reached to undo your own tactical pants and shove them to the floor, your ruined panties going along with it. His cock then nestled between your widened thighs as you sat against him, breaths coming out more sharp and fervent as your hands found his and grasped onto them in a death grip. König's right hand frees itself from you, extending to position his cock right up against the sopping front of your soaked cunt as his hips slowly bucked up and down against youârubbing himself right against your puffy lips as small gasps were pulled from you, your legs widening apart while laying your body back further against his chest.
"You've got to stay quiet, baby," his voice more low yet teasing when speaking to you, accent more pronounced. "Wouldn't want the others to know how much of a little slut you are for me behind closed doors."
A plethora of kisses came from him as his face buried to the side of your neck, his hands freeing from yours entirely before adjusting to both edges of your waist as he guided your much smaller body to grind against the leaking head of his pulsing cock. Your breaths began to stutter as your gaze was still focused at where you and him were just about connected, but his taunting was merely preventing that from absolutely happeningâleaving you on a frustrating edge of feeling that sensation of ectsasy in a full circle.
Your fingers dug into the sides of his well-built thighs, back arching off of his chest while your head held up and leaned back at the leverage of his shoulder once more. Sweat was staining at your skin, dampening the range of exposed skin you were displaying. His teases dragged out for a few more longer moments, which quite literally felt like an eternity the more the head of his cock nudged against your puffy clit, before finally catching on your needy slit and slipping inside of your needy cunt.
A veined hand to his right slithered up to your neck, fingers clamping around your throat in a tender manner and holding it as if you were a fragile piece of work. A whimper swarmed from your mouth at the feeling of him being engulfed in the warmness of your walls, thighs almost instinctively spreading wider apart as you solely relied on him while finding the slightest bit of purchase; his hold at your throat doing the majority of helping you keep steady.
König's hips moves started off slow, a pace in which allowed you to really adapt to the overall size and stretch it filled you to the brim with. Comforting nuzzles of his masked face rubbed up against your sweat-stained, flushed neck as his hand remained gentle while clinging to your throat. Your streaming noises of experienced ecstasy grew more constant and desperate-like, those effortless thrusts strengtheningâthe slapping of skin become more evident within his office volume-wise. Small praises of sentimental hymns were spoken against your skin, swathed up in those layers of mask he graced yet still easily registering through your head.
He fucked you with an onslaught of brutal, deft thrusts, at last contributing to what you've been fantasizing about the moment you two were left in a lone room with each other. A division of high-pitched moans and hoarse grunts amplified the once quiet room, the veins of his hand attached to your neck bulging out a little beneath the callous skin he earned from the dedication of keeping his position in the military. His thighs slapped against the bottom of yours each time you met with his hips, a hand coming down gently at first to the side of your thighâcausing a small gasp through a moan to come from you.
"Look at you, prinzessin, I've got you fucking yourself on my cock like the pretty little slut you are. You're really working for that promotion, aren't you?" he said gruffly, words followed by more sounds of effort and pleasure.
His cock bullies right up against your cervix now while he pounds away at your frame which he has limited right against him, your body shaped into an arch while your hips were slightly lifted now as he repeatedly had himself shoving right up into your messy cunt. Your body infrequently quivered at the heavenly sensation, skin heated and your heart racing all over your chest. He continued on with giving your thighs a few little smacks, some tough and some soft, just to leave you a few little love marks as reminders to what he does to you; what he turns you into.
In spite of his roughness brought down onto you with the effect of his massive size, there was a subtle undertone of gentleness to him; the way his covered hands treated and patted over your skin as if you were a little fragile doll, the slight nuzzles of his mask against your naked skin which couldn't help but only become additional to your spiraling attraction towards him. So much arousal was flooding into your body at the same time that a white, creamy ring formed around the base of his cock the more he ravaged your body in his state of barbaric rapture. Your throat in ownership of his hand forced eye contact between you too, your head to the side and slightly tilted upwards to meet his ownâhe just won't allow you to break it off, not when you two were so intimately close to one another at the moment.
Pornographic was the right word to describe your current circumstances, pornographic and deeply unethical. He's got his large, sturdy fingers at your neck, hips snapping against the plush of your ass, and an angle in which the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges at one specific spot within your warm walls that had your hips stuttering and eyes rolling back with your orgasm on the brink of approaching. He was drilling himself into you like his life depended on it by now, rasping groans echoing within your line of hearing.
His skin rubbed up against yours, coaxing out the filthiest moans you could conjure up. The pattern of his thrusts were growing to be more rapid, more merciless out of his gentle demeanor. You were turning into a sensitive, fucked-out mess on his lap, sweat fitting over your skin in almost overwhelming count as your legs grew weaker on top of hisâa majority of your body being supported by his alone. His hand once slapping at the softness of your thighs inched up the bareness of your upper body, your breasts bouncing with his movements being kneaded and palmed at urgently.
The more his angled hips push up against that spot which makes you see stars in your vision, your inner thighs extremely messy with your own wetness. Your nails bit into the sides of his thighs as he moves his groping hand down between your legs, massaging at your swollen clit. Your arched back shoots up a little at the sudden second pressure being added onto you, a soft gasp being left from you. his masculine grunts perceptible in volume mixing in with your own sounds; anyone awake at this hour surely capable of recognizing what was going on between the colonel and his subordinate.
"Oh, that's it, my sweet." König's voice is a groan by now, dragging his eyes down to his fingers caressing over your drenched and stimulated cunt where his cock was still plowing in-and-out of you. "You're a messy little thing, aren't you? So fuckin' wet and precious."
You bit your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut for a second for a moment before staring up at him with the most pleading eyes ever. "I can't, too much." your voice puny, orgasm on the line at this point.
"Don't lie to me, engel. I can feel your little cunt about to give out," he says without returning your gaze, instead focusing on how your cunt adorned the fingertips of his gloves with this glistening of your arousal. You squirmed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed and your breasts heaving up and down due to the intensity of your heavy breaths. "Your sweet pussy is taking me perfectly fine, so just take it like a good girl."
He pumps his hips a few more times in coordination with his fingers swirling circles around your sensitive clit before a final grunt leaves him, his movements stuttering while his hips stayed pushed up against your assâand his cock buried in the most profound depths of your walls. A sensation of warmness expands over your insides as his release paints them in a sticky white, the thickness of his seed filling that emptiness once left in inside of you.
His own climax sets off your desperate own, more moans of a higher-pitch sweetly surging from you as your body quivers around him; a sense of euphoria being sent through you while your cunt gushes with all that stifled fragments of an orgasm you were holding back all this time, more slick enhancing his cock in the transparent and glistening fluid of your release. After a few moments of combined heavy breathing and recovery from the intensity of both of your orgasms, he carefully pulled out from the comfort of your wallsâhis seed spilling out from your spent cunt, head of his cock resting against your slick walls. He slowly moved his hips once more without the previous effort, smearing around your fused releases.
König's arm reaches up as he lifts the bottom of his sniper hood once more, giving you a view of his divided lips from each other. His face leans into yours, granting you the softest and gentlest kisses you could possibly ever accept; unanticipated from a man in a strict line of authority and physical size. A dopey smile slowly began to tug at the corners of your lips at his affection, blush tinting at your cheeks while growing a little flustered at your fond superior.
"My prettiest girl in the world, and the most hard-working." he said between breaths, a grin of his own beginning to paint across his features. His hands cup your cheeks in those large palms, the biceps to his body twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
You lean into his touch, enjoying the solace of his care. "Do you think I've earned that promotion?" you ask him teasingly, head tilted to the side like some curious puppy.
"Liebling, you've earned way more than a promotion." he chuckles, his voice is back to one of sultry, but laced with a tenderness. "How about this: you meet me up in my office, same time, anytime you're available and we'll see how that arrangement works out with that promotion of yours."
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