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darkinfinity · 5 months ago

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Happy 28th! This list shouldn't be as long as it is since I had all my exams this month, but here we are! Here are all the fics I read and enjoyed this month, sorted by word count!

🍸Of sunshines and sweethearts by tippitytap (series, 184k)

When Louis meets Harry for the first time, the interaction is over before Louis can even get a sentence out.

When Harry runs into Louis for a second time, he gets asked out on a date instead of getting yelled at for being so careless.

Who could have guessed that two simple uni-students going on dates in the dark and making out against pillars in tube stations were both carrying the burdens of their family on their shoulders? And: Could the weight of those possibly get lighter if they help carry each other’s?

🍸Playin’ it safe and breakin’ the rules by @local-troubled-writer (M, 90k)

or the One Where Maybe this Fake Relationship Gets a Little Too Real.

🍸War of hearts by @boosbabycakes28 (E, 80k)

They are the bane of each other's existence, they never pass off an opportunity to remind the other of how annoying they are. Who would have thought that polar opposites could compliment each other so well?

A story about two boys, one looking for patience and trying to be strong enough to stand up for himself, and one struggling with self-discovery and strength, where facts, reality and becomings hit him in the face, and suddenly, everything that's ever been important to him is in play.

🍸The nation's sweethart by Snowy38 (E, 77k)

In limped a graceful giant; slim bodied but broad shouldered with thick thighs. Harry's hair was a little wild where it had grown out of it's usually boyish short style.

For some reason Louis' fingers flexed, as if wanting to course through the flicks in the bottom of his rich brown hair.

It had been curly once. Louis had seen pictures of him innocent with wide green eyes and a wider, bright white, toothy grin. Everything about him screamed privilege.

Louis wondered if he knew he'd only taken this job to stop him losing his flat.

🍸What I have with you (I don't want with anyone else) by @lululawrence (NR, 73k)

Or Louis is an asexual alpha, Harry is his aromantic alpha friend and possible roommate, and faking a relationship might be exactly what they need to get their families and friends off their backs.

🍸The cottage by @holdingontochaos(E, 70k)

Louis hates alphas and he has good reason to, but when his beloved omega grandmother dies, and he inherits her cottage, he meets Harry, an alpha hazelnut farmer who sneaks his way into Louis’ life.

While Louis struggles with his severe touch deprivation, he forms a friendship with Harry that turns out to be exactly what he needed.

Or Louis has severe touch deprivation and Harry has a hazelnut farm.

🍸Hooked with just one taste by @dinosaursmate (E, 48k)

Louis' flatmate introduces him to camming and suddenly, a whole new world is opened up to him: tips, gifts, and lots of admirers. He takes to it like a duck to water and strikes up a strange sort of friendship with a rather secretive lad calling himself BabyHoney, who seems to have more money than sense.

🍸A frail farewell by @all-these-larrythings (M, 44k)

Louis can’t believe his luck when he is offered one of the easiest jobs he has had as a long-term house-sitter for the wealthy. He loves the money, and the peace and quiet of the empty mansions he looks after. Most of all he likes that there are no surprises until he gets the shock of his life from ex-pop star Harry Styles who isn’t supposed to be home.

🍸My hands at risk, I fold by @yourgorgeouscolors28 (E, 43k)

"Sometimes, when Louis first wakes up, he thinks he’s back in the hospital, and panic hits him."

Or, Harry is a famous popstar, Louis is a famous football player and one injury changes everything.

🍸now i think that i could love you back by maroonmoonlouis (E, 42k)

Or, the one where Omega Prince Louis is thrown a Courting Ceremony. A weekend full of competition ensues for his hand in marriage. As if he’s not already stressed about choosing his future Mate in three days, it’s just his luck that his enemy, Alpha Prince Harry has decided to partake as well.

🍸And when it rains, you're shining down on me by martisgotaproblem (NR, 37k)

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely.

Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance.

“Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it.

“’m Harry.”

Or the one where Harry is a grumpy boxer who gets injured and Louis is the lovely physiotherapist hired to help him, but getting pregnant wasn’t exactly in his recovery plan.

🍸A hungry heart by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 27k)

Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson.

But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

Or the one where the Bake Off tent has never been so hot, and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the ovens.

🍸Iron hearts, fire souls by @getmesometacos (E, 26k)

Or the one where Harry and Louis are two single and unmated Lawyer Alphas that have to share an office and even though they shouldn't be that attracted to each other's scents, it sure isn't a big deal, right? I mean, what could go wrong?

🍸Take me down slow (don't let me go) by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 26k)

Louis has always felt different. Not necessarily on the outer realm of societal norms, but pretty damn close to the edge. As an Omega, he’s supposed to want certain things; to want to raise a family, to want to build a life with a partner, and to want that partner to be an Alpha.

Well, two out of three ain’t bad.

OR the one where Louis wants to find the right kind of partner to love, Niall hates snowboarding, Liam wants to settle down, Harry is really good with his hands, and mother nature could be the thing that changes everything.

🍸Sugar, sugar by @parmahamlarrie (E, 25k)

Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

Louis isn’t waiting with bated breath for his soulmate either. He has more important things to worry about than love. Mainly, his career as a writer, publishing under a pseudonym. He spends most of the year buried under research and manuscripts, taking as much time as he would like, much to his publishers' chagrin. After receiving many millions after the death of his Aunt Ethel when he was young, he technically never has to work again. As far as soulmates go, he figures if it happens, he will be so old that he’ll be stuck in his ways. Or he’ll have grey eyes forever, he doesn’t fucking care. He can get his needs met through a sugar baby website.

Or… The Sugar baby soulmate AU

🍸Tossing round like coins by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (E, 25k)

“No, no it’s fine.” Louis rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “I guess I’m just not used to hearing another alpha talking about taking a knot is all. You caught me off guard a bit, but I don’t mind.”

Harrys look of embarrassment soon morphs into a smirk. “Not a lot of knot talk in the locker rooms then?”

Louis laughs. “Oh yeah there is. But it’s more like arguments over whose is bigger and that.” He schools his face into what he hopes is an over exaggerated, self-righteous expression. “But not me of course, because I’m proper evolved.”

Harry snorts out a laugh. “Of course you are.”

(Or the one where Louis is an alpha who does manly alpha things like play professional football and lift weights at the gym, where he meets alpha Harry who wears nail polish and dates other alphas. Louis isn’t put off by Harry’s strange tendencies, more like intrigued. And maybe just maybe, he’s interested).

🍸Bend like a hairpin by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (M, 25k)

Or the one where FBI agent Harry Styles screws up in a mission and he has one more chance to save his career. He’s going undercover as a stripper to investigate a strip club suspected of money laundering. There’s just 2 problems: 1) Harry can’t dance, and 2) he might be falling for the club’s owner Louis, who just happens to be the prime suspect.

🍸Because sparrows mate for life by @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome (E, 24k)

Harry’s tattoo gets done all wrong, and he needs someone to fix it.

🍸On a starlit night by @lunarheslwt (M, 24k)

Or, omega and future Luna Louis is holding a mating ceremony to find his mate, but what he doesn’t expect to see amongst the alphas vying for his hand, is a familiar, yet unexpected face: Harry Styles.

🍸The laundry room incident by corrinebailey (E, 23k)

Or the one where Louis doesn't make the best first impression with his new neighbor, and then continues to keep screwing everything up while simultaneously falling for him

i.e: Louis’ fucked

🍸Suddenly they're right by sapphichug (E, 22k)

Louis is a painting professor with an art block the size of Texas and a global superstar for a non-boyfriend, who he wants to keep.

a fic about feeling stuck and learning to free oneself

🍸Everywhere, everything by corrinebailey (E, 21k)

Or the one where Louis has been a farmer for the past decade, his sisters are rightfully worried about his sanity, and Harry swoops in to bring Louis back to life

🍸Frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by @voulezloux (T, 21k)

louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

🍸The prophecy by HoPotato (E, 18k)

CEO of Empyrean, Louis Tomlinson should have all that he can wish for. After inheriting his mother's company, everyone might think the most eligible alpha cannot wish for anything else but in reality he lives in a glass cage, crushing under the weight of dreams that aren't his and the ghoul of the life he never had. What changes everything for him is a simple resignation letter from his personal assistant on his desk on one fine morning.

🍸You are the fever (What a lovely way to burn!) by @yoursolosong (E, 18k)

Harry is an alpha who realizes he’s also into alphas and wants to be submissive. He battles between his instincts and what he wants.

🍸Lost but won by @2tiedships2 (NR, 16k)

When Harry loses his passport after a weekend trip to see Niall, the inconvenience of being stranded in America becomes a little more bearable after meeting Louis. Or a lot more bearable.

🍸Hold you with my hands tied by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (series, 16k)

Or the one where Omega Harry loses his bakery job and is forced to take a temporary position bartending at a local BDSM club. It turns out to be not so bad. Especially when he catches the eye of the owner Louis, who also happens to be a gorgeous Alpha.

🍸Just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 15k)

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

🍸We chase the stars to lose our shadow by 5secsoflarry (E, 15k)

Insomniac and someone professionally cuddling with them to fall asleep....They fall in love.

🍸Blue eyes and cigarette smoke by corrinebailey (E, 14k)

There he was, all dark clothes and vans- the embodiment of cigarette smoke and deep cologne, and Harry wanted nothing more than to bury his hands into that hoodie. He wanted to breathe him in and feel that stubble against his hands. He wanted to feel those pink lips pressed to his damp skin- he craved it so much he was light headed, could feel the haziness fog his head as he tried to meet his eyes. Tried to will deep blue eyes to meet his own.

Or the one where Harry wants his perfect meet cute, wants to meet his soulmate in the way fate intended, which is why the brunette with stormy eyes and a cigarette dangling between his fingers could not possibly be the one.

🍸High heels on, 'm feeling the love by @thebreadvansstuff (M, 14k)

Harry hears the click of the camera snapping his picture and decides to throw his head back for the next one. He cocks his hip a bit to create the illusion of curves and proudly shows the too-small high heels. He decides to go with the classic pose, hand above his hip bone and leg bent back.

The moment he lifts his leg behind himself, the heel comes in contact with hard metal and makes a screeching sound as it drags upwards. Harry jumps around to see a long scratch going up the passenger door of the car behind him, and slaps his open mouth with a hand. "Oh no."

Or, Harry damages a car when drunkenly stumbling home after a fun night out with his friends. Feeling horribly guilty, he tries to find the owner and make it up to him.

🍸You just be yourself by @lululawrence (NR, 13k)

“Thanks, Mom.”

Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond.

“Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared.

“I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone.

Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

🍸The capillaries in my eyes are bursting by 5secsoflarry (E, 13k)

Medieval times where King Louis is in a near death accident and enters a coma. The royal doctor says they have two weeks to find Louis’ true soulmate (omega) or he dies.

🍸I'll call you mine by @kenniewen (T, 13k)

"Harry isn’t superstitious, doesn’t knock on wood, or wish on shooting stars, but his position on ‘love at first sight’ becomes increasingly wishy-washy as his mind begins to comprehend blue, blue, blue. He feels his heart constrict and tongue go dry. The man before him is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen in his entire life."

Or: A self indulgent Omega/Omega fic with a teacher/single parent of favorite student trope.

🍸The checkout by @silverstuff50 (E, 12k)

Omega Harry is a bit obsessed with one of the workers at the small supermarket around the corner from his flat. The problem is, it's the place where Harry goes for last minute items and emergencies, so the Alpha (Louis) always sees him buy embarrassing things.

🍸Safe place to hide us away by @lunarheslwt (T, 12k)

Or, weighed down by everyday stress, alpha Harry takes up nesting in secret. It takes a load of missing clothes and unravelling lies for him to realise that his omega would love and accept him no matter what.

🍸I'm sticking around by @tommokat (T, 10k)

The pompous alpha beside him huffs, breaking Louis' concentration on what feels like his future running towards him and suddenly the reality of the situation falls on him: Louis is romantically interested in Harry. Harry’s son is on Louis' soccer team. And while Harry’s son is on Louis’ soccer team, his romantic interest cannot be acted upon.

🍸Louis and the very terrible, no good sleep by @nooradeservedbetter (E, 10k)

Louis had always been used to sleeping in a puppy pile back home. It was something that just happened, with all of his siblings being omegas, they just ended up in a giant nest all together, and Louis loved to cuddle in the warmth, and breathe in the familiar scent of home. He hadn’t thought much about it when, after graduating from the local uni, he got a job offer in Brighton and had to leave the family den.

Or, Louis is insomniac. Follow him in his quest to fall asleep.

🍸Nerd or (k)not? by @super--noah (E, 10k)

Harry had instantly fallen for Louis the first time the met. He was exactly Harry's type, nerdy looking with big glasses slipping down his nose. In truth Louis is a massive nerd and he's not ashamed to admit it, but that doesn't mean he can't stand up for himself or that he spends all his time with his nose in books. He only spends about half his time like that, the other half is spent playing football, not that anyone knows.

Harry's friend Sammy tries to get with Louis at a party, but he turns her down, leading her to spread rumours about his abilities in bed and the size of his dick. Harry's friend group bully him relentlessly about this rumour. When Harry is bet that he can't stop sleeping around for a week otherwise he has to sleep with Louis it's all to much for Harry. He confesses to Louis, leading them to a deeper understanding of who they are to each other.

It turns out Harry's friends are terrible people and that having sex with Louis is far from a punishment.

🍸I’ve been watching you all night by tommosgotabangerr (M, 9k)

Based on the @/larryffprompts Prompt #2999: Harry’s family is in a restaurant and there is this waiter serving the family and Harry tells Gemma that he thinks he is cute. When the family’s drinks are served, his mother says “My son thinks you are cute”. Harry screams “Noooo mum”, blushes horribly, and sinks under the table. The waiter laughs and thanks him for the compliment. Before the family leaves the restaurant, the waiter comes up to Harry and introduces himself. Louis then gives him his number.

🍸It's all my love (you got all my love) by tippitytap (T, 8k)

Sometimes, he realised how he truly didn’t deserve an alpha this good and patient and understanding and loving. He had no clue how Louis had bagged him, how Harry had wanted to mate with him, let alone raise pups together. Still, here they were, with Harry being the perfect lover and Louis crying in the streets about a little pumpkin. The fact Eli had baked little cakes in the shape of pumpkins that morning didn’t make anything better for Louis’ emotional state, but at the very least he got to sit down with Harry for a minute and devour one together, mumbling his apologies into the alpha’s neck.

A pumpkin-filled (literally), fluffy one-shot.

🍸Little love by @sunflouervol-6 (NR, 8k)

L & H are FBI/CIA/MI6/whatever agents and best friends. L goes on a mission without H (they’re partners, so they usually go together) and he doesn’t return. 2 yrs later he returns to the agency after escaping from wherever he was (maybe he was kidnapped, experimented on, etc., can be up to the author!). H tries to get L to talk about why he was gone/what he went through, but L isn’t ready. They continue to go on missions, but L is falling apart.

🍸Take my hand, Dumbass by @londonfoginacup (G, 5k)

There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

And maybe it would be easy, if not for the depri and the annoying alpha roommate and the fact that Louis is, honestly, a bit too stubborn for his own good.

🍸Body stay vicious by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (E, 5k)

Or the one where Harry is feeling himself in the gym and gets a little carried away. Of course his gym crush just happens to walk in. They work it out.

🍸If you let me by hssatellite28 (E, 5k)

Louis' gone on a work trip and Harry is...desperate.

A phone sex one shot

🍸I want your midnights (you and me forevermore) by loha28 (G, 3k)

Just as he spots Gemma and Michal, holding hands and chatting with their faces close, Harry feels a little tug on his sleeve. When he looks down, he has to do his absolute best not to tear up at the little girl with tears streaking down her face.

Without a second thought, Harry squats down in front of her and reaches out for her hand. “Hey, hey sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Harry asks, a lick of panic running through his voice. All the girl does is sniffle. “Where are your parents?” Harry adds, looking over her head for anyone searching for someone.

When he looks back at her, he finds her lower lip wobbling before she breaks out in a big cry. “I can’t find them!” She wails, collapsing on Harry's chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

🍸(on the edge until) you pull me in by @justanothershadeofblue (E, 3k)

Louis brings his hands up to rub at his eyes. The light from the streetlight is painting his room in pale halogen yellow and grey. A car zips by in the night, the sound of tires across damp asphalt a comforting constant.

He sets aside the details, and imagines it again. A faceless man. A rich one. Gay, also, obviously, or at least queer. Maybe he’d have a nice voice, Louis always did like a nice voice. Deep, maybe slow and deliberate to contrast with Louis’ own tendency toward high-pitched chattering.

He’d have to smell good, Louis’s always been picky about how his dates smelled. Not that he’s had all that many in the first place, but it’s something he’s always cared about. A full head of hair, too, that’s important. Maybe some curls.

Louis lets a hand run down his chest. His dick is not about to fall off, thank you very much, Niall, but it has been a while since he’s had time for a wank. He doesn’t really have time now – he’s got to get up in three and half hours and get breakfast, but oh well. It’ll feel good enough to be worth the extra lost sleep.

🍸Figure this out by @haztobegood (E, 2k)

Louis is everything Harry could have imagined when he’d typed “silver fox enthusiast” into his Grindr profile. Too bad he's probably scared Louis off by giving him too many expensive gifts.

🍸On love's doorstep by @hellolovers13 (T, 1k)

Harry Styles: a day in the life

☑ Stuck in a dress ☑ Abandoned by his best friend ☑ Date with hot neighbour

All in all, not the worst day ever

🍸miles away from seeing you by @loveislarryislove (T, 1k)

Harry is in his final year studying marine biology, and is doing an international exchange at the University of Auckland. His boyfriend Louis stays behind in England, but they keep in touch regularly through texts, snapchats, video calls, and more.

This fic is entirely told through images of social media posts and conversations. Image descriptions are available in the second chapter.

🍸Rainy days, new adventures by @greenblueish (G, 1k)

After a bad day, Louis decides to take a walk in the park where he meets a special man with a special little companion.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #larry fanfiction #june fic rec #my fic recs

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lovsalvatore · 2 years ago

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Your name on the list

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: After missing a few notes during rehearsals, you have to prove once again to your Maestro that you still deserve a chance.

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI!, smut, nat has a penis, loss of virginity, groping, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, a bit of manipulation, light choking, unprotected sex, praising, abuse of authority, infidelity, age gap.

Word count: 6.2k

a/n: here's part two for all you horny people. also; comment if you want to be tagged in the next part <3 ✰ series masterlist, main masterlist

"Okay, stop!" the Maestro's loud voice makes everyone stop playing their instruments immediately. Your hands that were previously on the piano keys just rest on your lap, playing with a loose thread of your blouse. "What's going on today huh? Just because it's Friday and you guys want to enjoy the weekend doesn't mean you have to play like a high school band."

When she says this your eyes go directly to your friend on the other side of the orchestra room, Kate. She widens her eyes, and makes a funny face like she's bored. Even though Natasha's words can be a little harsh at times, everyone here is used to it. Especially Kate. You remember one time Natasha just walked out of the auditorium after making you guys play the same song for hours and hours, saying it was still bad, and all that Bishop said was that at least she didn't say it was terrible, just bad, and that coming from Natasha is like a compliment.

You end up quietly laughing at your friend's action, but then Natasha's body get in the way, stopping a few meters away from you, right in the direction you were looking. All you see for a few seconds is her white shirt, but lifting your gaze you meet her green eyes, feeling her strong judgment in you. Fuck. Your smile disappears instantly. "If you keep playing like this, you don't even have to show up on the day of the big performance." she continues, looking away from you and crossing her arms in front of her body. "An empty stage is better than a whole audience listening to whatever this is that you're playing. Because as much as this symphony was composed by me, the way you guys are playing make it sound like shit, and I don't want people to think I compose shitty music."

She takes a step forward, getting out of the line of sight between you and your friend. You look at each other again, and Kate mouths an 'ouch.', exaggeratedly making an offended expression with her face. You again cannot contain a smile. Bishop always finds the fun in tragic moments, and you love her for it. And you know that if Natasha even saw these kinds of interactions that you two have during rehearsals she would be pissed, not out of jealousy, of course she's not jealous of you, but out of the fact that she hates not being taken seriously.

"In the next rehearsal I don't want any mistakes, especially in the violin part, you're not playing in sync." Natasha takes a deep breath through her nose, turning her face to look in your direction, but you’re more focused on staring blankly at the keys of the instrument in front of you. "But for now... you're dismissed." as soon as she says the words everyone starts to get up, walking towards the stairs to go down from the auditorium stage. You follow your colleagues, going to the first row of seats, which is where everyone usually leaves their belongings.

"Today she's in a bad mood." Kate says as soon as you reach her side. You take a quick look at the person she's referring to, she has her back to you, tying her hair up in her usual bun. You tried not to spend the entire night thinking about what happened between you two. But all you could imagine when you closed your eyes was how her cock felt inside your mouth, and how good it felt. You don't even remember when, but your hand was already inside your pajama pants, imagining it was her. You even tried using two of your fingers to mimic the feeling of what it might be like to have her inside you, but it hurt, all you were able to bear was half of just one finger of yours, so you stopped. You already know that she'll want to do something else today, and you think if it will hurt too. Or if she's going to let it hurt.

"I mean, it's impossible for her to be in a good mood."

You ignore Kate — so oblivious to your thoughts that you don't even know what to say to her — before picking up your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder. Every Friday you guys usually go to the bar at the end of the street after rehearsals, but you remember Natasha asking you to stay today again, and the way her mood is you sure don't want to give her another reason to stay even more grumpy. "I... I'm staying a little longer, the Maestro is helping me with some of my compositions." you lie, you don't even compose songs. "But you can go to the bar with the others, I'll meet you there."

"Oh... okay... I'll definitely want to listen to your piece later." she says in an excited tone, closing her violin case. "Just promise not to take too long, the bar is kinda boring without you."

"I promise."

"Okay perfect, and good luck with her." she pats your shoulder twice before walking past you, and you just stand there waiting for everyone to leave the orchestra room. When silence sets in, you realize that you are finally alone with Natasha again. She remains onstage as you grip the strap of your backpack so hard it looks like you want to tear the poor thing apart. You think if you look good, if the outfit you chose today caught her attention, if all the strands of your hair are in place. You’re nervous.

Natasha stares at you for a few seconds, actually, she couldn't take her eyes off you the entire time you were playing the piano, which isn't all that unusual, but this time she knew that at the end of the day she would have you, and that she wouldn't come home just to have to relieve herself alone thinking about you. But she didn't have a good day, you could tell from the way she was harsh with her words throughout rehearsal. Not that she isn't like that naturally, but today she put a lot of work into the insults. So all she wants now is to have something to make this day better. And you are the best option she has to solve this problem.

Her steps get louder as she steps down from the stage to approach you, who still has your back to her when you feel her presence so close to you. "Why don't you drop this, you're not leaving." she says referring to your backpack, and you immediately do as she asks, dropping it on the floor. Natasha smiles, seeing that she doesn't need to ask you twice for you to obey her. "Don't think you're an exception Y/N, you also disappointed me today."

You swallow hard, feeling her smooth the strands of your hair to the side to be able to kiss the curve of your neck. You close your eyes, her breath so close to your ear that you pay no attention to any other sounds in your surroundings. "You're gonna have to work really hard if you still want to be my first choice for the world tour, because with all the mistakes you made today..." she sucks your pulse point after saying this, making sure to leave a mark for everyone to see. "...maybe you don't really deserve this opportunity after all, hm?"

You haven't missed a single note, since you've been playing for her you've never made that mistake. You play the piano since you were six years old, so hitting the wrong key is something very unusual for you. But when you hear her saying that you made a mistake, you end up believing, it's her song, not yours. And Natasha knows it, she knows you played the song perfectly. But she needs a something to make you give her what she wants, even though deep down she knows you'd give in for no particular reason. "I-I... I know I deserve it." you say in a weak voice. "I can prove to you that I'm the best option, I know I can, Maestro."

"Yeah?" you gasp as her strong hands grope your breasts, pulling your body towards her and making you feel her hard bulge against your ass. You tremble in anticipation knowing that you're going to lose your virginity to her today, and you've kind of been preparing for it all day, so maybe that must have caused you to miss a few notes. Yeah, that would make sense. "I can put your name on the list today, you wouldn't have to wait another day to be part of the world tour... but only if you prove to me that you really are the best choice. Would you like that?" she asks close to your ear, and you nod frantically. "Good."

You feel a cool breeze hitting your body as she suddenly pulls away. As you turn to face her, you see her grabbing your backpack from the floor, slinging it over her shoulder before taking your hand. You look at her confused, but let her lead you to wherever she is leading. The two of you enter the hall of the building that you come to every day to stay hours playing the piano. It's dark, probably all the other employees working here are gone by now. You're known as the late-night musician crowd here, the ones that play for more hours straight too, five hours of class in total. So it wouldn't be surprising if in fact the only ones left here are you and Natasha. "Did your parents complain that you were late yesterday?" she lets go of your hand to get a key from her pocket, and unlocking a door she takes your arm to pull you into the room.

"No, I told 'em I was practicing, and they believed." you answer, hearing the door lock behind you. It's a relatively small room, it has a piano against one of the walls, but unlike the one in the orchestra room — which is a grand piano — this one is an upright one. There's a couch with red upholstery, a few other decorations, and then a desk. You walk towards it, running your finger across the wood material from one end to the other. "Is this your office?"

Natasha drops your backpack on the sofa along with her glasses before walking towards you. "No." she answers, and you again feel her warmth behind you. "I have my own office somewhere else, I just leave my stuff here from time to time." her hands go to your hips, sinking her nose into your neck to smell your perfume. "I spent the whole night thinking about you." you understand that she's not here to talk, she just wants something specific from you. You let her grip your body possessively, her hands squeezing every inch of you like she doesn't want you to leave. It's hot, you think that's even a little weird considering the fact that it's winter, but having her so close to you makes it feel like summer. And you can't deny that feeling her gaze on you throughout rehearsal has you completely needy for her, you already know that your underwear situation isn't the best, and you can't wait for her to finally do something about it.

But then something on the desk draws your attention. A ring. Natasha is a married woman, but she rarely wears her wedding ring. She just puts it on before leaving the house to prove her wife that she wears it, but whenever she gets here for rehearsals she leaves the little accessory in this room. There were times when she forgot, and kept the ring on all day, but rarely did anyone notice. Because as much as she loves her wife, Natasha still hates showing everyone that she belongs to someone, and that thought only started when you entered her life, what a coincidence. You bend your body to pick up the accessory, and when you look at it you can see a date engraved on the inside. It has a name too, but before you can read it Natasha snatches the object out of your hand.

"Sorry." you whisper, expecting her to call you names for taking something that isn't yours, but she doesn't. She doesn't have time for that. Natasha puts the ring on her finger, before turning her attention again to gripping your body. You feel bad for a few moments, knowing she has a wife who don't even imagine the things she does to you. But your mind is immersed in desire when Natasha's hand starts to go down between your breasts, to the button of your pants. She plays with your zipper while planting kisses all over your neck, with that, you find yourself thirsting for her with every passing second. "Nat..."

"Did you hear what I said? That you didn't get out of my head last night?" she unzips, and slowly pulls your pants down to your thighs. You feel your cheeks burn, feeling her play with the hem of your underwear. Are you really prepared for this? You think. But also think of the world tour, and the answer becomes clear. "I had to fuck my wife thinking about you to relieve myself." you bite the inside of your cheek, hearing her say such words makes you wet. You feel bad for her wife, yes, but turned on to know that Natasha thinks so highly of you. She thought about you all night, just like you thought about her. Maybe this could be more than just an exchange of favors, no?

With one hand, Natasha spreads your legs apart. You have both of your hands resting against the desk, as her hand starts to move up your inner thigh. "You're always so quiet." she chuckles when her hand reaches between your legs, your body squirms, pressing her fingertips against your underwear Natasha can feel how wet you are for her. This just makes her harder. "Is it because you've never done this before? Is that why you don't know what to say sweet girl?"

"Uhum." you hum, closing your eyes when she presses on your clit. "I just... I just need..."

"What?" in one swift motion she pulls your underwear down, and you end up moaning as her hand goes straight to your slit. You spread your legs a few more inches apart when she starts to move back and forth over your folds, looking down Natasha groans at the sight of your cheeks so close to her covered cock. "What do you need?" she continues to spread your wetness all over your pussy while her other hand grabs one of your breasts, making you close your eyes at the aggressiveness she does. "Do you wanna tell your Maestro what you need from her, hm?"

You want to talk to her, you really do. But it's the first time anyone's touched you like this, and you can do anything but form a complete sentence. You didn't think she'd be this quick, you really thought you'd at least talk before she had all of you, but feeling her fingers slip through your slits makes you not mind too much about that. You just need her, you're practically begging her to finally ruin you. "I really need you to say it so I can keep going." she murmurs, opening your folds with her fingers before teasing your entrance. "Do you want me to stretch your tight little pussy? Want me to be your first?" she ends up sliding just the tip of her finger inside you, and since you tried to do the same last night, the sensation is not so strange for you, but even so, because she’s the one doing it, it makes you feel different type of feelings.

You manage to nod your head at her question, gripping the edge of the table tightly as she switches from teasing your entrance to playing with your clit. You smile trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to follow her movement into your sex with your hips. "I need words baby, please."

"Y-yes, fuck I need you, p-please."

The Maestro smiles, her heart beating wildly inside her chest. She pulls down her own pants and boxers, her hard cock as it springs out brushes lightly against your cheeks. Your hands that were once on the edge of the desk are now both pressed against your low back as Natasha takes your wrists, and with her other hand she forces your body into the desk, causing you to whine in pain when your cheek is pressed against the icy wood material, your breasts practically smashed against the table. You close your eyes for a few seconds at her subtle movement, and think about how easily she can position you however she wants. She's much stronger than you. And she wasn't really planning on ending up being this aggressive, but sometimes she can't help herself.

"Fuck... you're so wet." she says as she pulls back a little just to get a good view of your sex, her hand still holding yours against your lower back. "Who knew you got so turned on in the presence of your Maestro huh? What would your parents think of that? I don't think they would be so proud to hear that you lie to them by telling you're practicing when in reality you're letting yourself be fucked by your conductor."

You turn your head away to hide the embarrassment you feel, but pressing your forehead against the table is even more uncomfortable, so you end up turning your face away again, resting your cheek on the furniture. Natasha uses her free hand to rub her cock against your slits, groaning at the sight of your wetness mixing with her pre-cum. "Natasha... I..." you whisper, remembering that this can hurt. Even though you're so turned on, so wet that you might not feel a thing, you're still tinged with fear, and the red-haired woman can see it too. "I don't know if-."

"Shhh." she silences you, letting go of your wrists to brush the strands of hair that fall over your face. "It's okay, no need to be scared, it will feel good, I promise." you find comfort in her words, and that makes some of the fear go away, even though you know she's not that honest sometimes. The older woman even thinks of getting the lub she brought, but seeing how wet you are she thinks that won't be necessary. A gasp escapes her lips as she continues to rub her cock into your slit, and feeling the heat of your sex only make her more painfully aroused. “Stay still detka.”

You close your eyes tightly as you feel her tip slowly stretching your hole, and you realize it's very different from when you tried to use your fingers. She stays still for a while, and you think it's not that bad, at least not until she starts sliding even more inside you. You grunt in pain when half of her cock enters you, and even though you are wet, it still burns a little, trying to get used to this new sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight." Natasha breathes out the words, moving her hips back and making your pussy clenches around nothing. "Is this okay? Can I keep going?”

"U-uhm y-yes." you open your eyes again when she pulls your head by holding your hair, lifting it slightly but your body still pressed against the table.

"Good... This might hurt a little. Tap my thigh if you want me to stop."

You don't understand why you would have to tap her thigh when you can use your words, but feeling her hand pressing over your mouth you understand why. She uses her hand to stifle the scream that rips from your throat as she thrusts her cock all at once inside your pussy, and it hurts, it hurts like hell, but even so, your hand remains still, making no move to tap her thigh. Your entire body protests Natasha's gross invasion, but you remember she said this will feel good, and that's what you want to believe in. She pulls out, leaving only the tip inside you, before moving her hips forward in a blunt act, causing the table to swell slightly beneath you. "F-fuck." you mumble against her palm, every inch of her stretching your walls, feeling like at any moment she's going to destroy you from the inside by the thickness and length of her. She is indeed really big, you don't know what was on your mind when you thought this would be easy to take.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight, how am I supposed to move inside you hm?" Natasha's fingers continue to wrap around your hair as she presses your face back against the table, while her other hand grabs your hips to keep you still. She starts to fuck you slowly but hard at the same time. Her every thrust is aggressive, some things on the table even move with every move she makes against you. You palm your hands to the side of your body as that aching feeling inside you starts to turn into a feeling you didn't know would feel so good until now. "Do you think you can take more? Want me to fuck you hard?"

You clench around her dick at the thought of her fucking you harder than she already is, and the sensation this causes around Natasha's length makes her moan in pleasure. "Oh that's it... clench around my cock, fuck you're so hot." she sinks her nails into your hips, pulling you closer to her. "Do you want me to continue? Want me to fuck you mercilessly?"

"P-please." you beg, even deep down you want her to take it easy at first, moving your hips back when she stops suddenly with her movements. "Keep going, feels so good."

"Hm?" you feel her strong hand against your throat, pulling you up and making your body fully erect again. You feel the relief this caused on your cheek, but what holds your attention the most is the way Natasha's cock starts to fuck you from behind. "Like this? Want me to treat you like a slut?" your arms are pulled behind your body while her other hand is still around your throat. Natasha fucks you while preventing you from moving your arms, and at the same time making it difficult for oxygen to rise to your brain. You arch your back, your eyes rolling as you feel her hit against the deepest part of your pussy.

She's rougher with your cunt than she was with your mouth, sinking her thick cock into your tight walls and making you moan over it. It still hurts, you didn't have time to get used to its size completely, but you get wetter with each thrust that gets easier and easier for Natasha to fuck you hard. You feel your pants sliding down your legs with every pound of her, and it's not long before it falls to your ankles. "You wanted this didn't you?" she asks tightening her fingers around your neck even more. "I bet this isn't the first time you've wanted this from me, tell me, did you touch yourself thinking about me too? Did you use those talented hands of yours to imagine I was fucking you?” she wants to hear it from you, she wants to know that she wasn't the only one doing this all these months that you've been her apprentice.

"I-I, yes." you admit it, even though it's not true. Even if you had impure thoughts about your Maestro you've never really touched yourself thinking about her, but if that's what she wants to hear, that's what you'll say. And again, a big mistake you just made. "Fuck. it. hurts." you end up saying it out loud between labored sighs, feeling the tightness in your throat loosen.

"Want me to stop?" you shake your head from side to side quickly, feeling embarrassingly closer to the edge. Natasha slows down her thrusts inside you as she lowers the hand that was previously around your throat to massage your clit. She fucks you slowly, while making circular motions on your bundle of nerves at medium speed. With her light movements you can feel better the way she moves inside you, not just hard thrusts. You feel her cock sliding over your walls, and how her fingers work so well on your clit.

That's much better, slowly and carefully. You throw your head back, not understanding how you can still stand when the way she fucks you makes you feel boneless. "S-so good." you murmur, your arms move a little when you feel her ridge digging deep into the spongy part of you, but natasha holds them tighter, pulling you against her, almost making your back press against her covered breasts. She again feels your perfume invaded her senses, and thinks how she never wants to try anyone's scent but yours.

You didn't imagine that your first time would be in a random room, with a woman much older than you, and whom you admire so much. But now you don't think how it could just be better that already is. It's just wonderful the way her dick enters you carefully, as if this whole time it was meant to be. You wonder if it's normal to feel so ecstatic so quickly, you didn't think that anything other than your hand would be able to pull you over the edge so fast. And you want to hold on longer, trying to prolong her pleasure as well, but it gets hard when all you can feel is her thick cock sliding in and out of you, as your clit begins to grow sensitive to her touches. “You’re doing so good.” she whispers close to your ear, increasing the stimulation on your nerve just a little bit, only to pull you further towards the climax.

She hates that it took you so long to give yourself to her, and even though you're not completely hers yet, she already feels that way. She's wanted this for a long time, and now that she finally has what she wanted, it's going to be hard for her to let go. She rolls her hips over yours, and it's torturous but perfect at the same time.

Natasha has a hard time keeping her movements slow, all she wants is to abuse you until you can't walk the next day. But she also wants to make you feel good, she wants to make your first time worth it. And it's working. You feel the orgasm starting to build, and you know you won't be able to hold it back for long because of the way she makes you feel like you're out of gravity. "I... fuck... I'm so-." you don't even know what to say, you just try to control the moans that insist on coming out of your mouth. "Fuck I think I'm-."

"Come for me pretty girl, come on, I know you're close, come on, I got you."

It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak, and unlike when you're alone, this time feels totally different. You close your eyes tightly when the pleasure is all you can feel in every muscle in your body, Natasha rests her forehead on your back as she feels you squeezing her cock, feeling the wetness that spreads on her hand as she keeps stimulating you. "That's it..." she stops inside you, pressing her finger against your clit and feeling your sensitive area pulsating on her fingertips. Your breathing is uncontrolled when you finally break out of the trance, feeling your body sweating even though she did all the work.

It feels like you're drugged, and you're afraid you'll end up becoming addicted to her. And this was only the first time, you don't know if there will be others, but really hope so. With time she stops completely, waiting for you to get back together. And you thank her for it. It was so good, you want to go again, and again, until you can't take it anymore. You didn't know it would feel this good, you really were afraid that it would just hurt, but even though it did, in the end it was worth it.

You stay that way for a few moments before Natasha slowly pulls out of you, and you suddenly complain about the emptiness. Your legs are shaky as you turn your body to face her, her eyes showing nothing more than desire as they look directly into yours. "You okay?" she asks gently, cupping your face in her hands. You nod, staring at her parted lips. You try to bring your face even closer to kiss her, but the Maestro holds your jaw, preventing you from getting any closer. "No... no kissing."

"Why?"

"Oh detka, we're not trying to fall in love here, are we?" she speaks in a subtle way, even though she knew those weren't the words you wanted to hear. But you end up agreeing with her, it's really not what you're looking for, it's just an exchange of favors. You force that thought into your head, feeling the tip of her cock pressing against your bare sex. You look down, seeing the length of her glistening with your fluids, she imitates your act, this time getting a perfect view at your pussy. Is certainly one of the best views she's ever had. "Gonna keep fucking you okay?" she warns, running her fingers over your slits to make sure you stay wet, You shiver as she runs her finger over your clit before returning to your entrance. She pulls two fingers inside you, wetting them before leading them to her mouth. Natasha hums while feeling your taste on her tongue, and you think it wouldn't be possible for a scene to be this mesmerising, but ends up being anyway. Being completely aware of your arousal she quickly gets back to work.

Natasha groans, lifting one of your legs up to her hip to continue. She hasn't come yet. You weren't expecting it when she pushes her cock back inside you, and unlike how she was doing it a few minutes ago this time she just uses you like a fuck doll. And that's what you are to her, just someone to fuck, not someone to create emotional bonds with. At least that's what she's trying to get herself to believe in.

"You don't know how good it feels to have you squeezing my cock... my god how tight you are." you'll never get tired of hearing her tell you this, it just works the way you feel around her even more. The sounds you two make aren't low by any chance, and you're grateful that there's no one around to know what the two of you are up to behind closed doors. "You're so fucking beautiful, you're perfect."

Your legs feel like jelly, still trying to fully recover from your last orgasm, and noticing your difficulty standing up Natasha holds both your thighs, pulling you to sit on top of the desk, while thrusting her cock even deeper inside you.

She grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look deep into her eyes as she fucks you. You see the darkness that consumes her, so lost in desire it makes your body convulse. "You're just a tiny little talented slut aren't ya? Look how good you take me all in." her breath hits against your lips, and you try to control yourself so you don't end up realising it again, feeling overstimulated by her every second. "So... so good for me, only for me.”

You rests both your hands on the table, wrapping your legs around Natasha's hips feeling her fuck you quickly and aggressively. Her hands grip tight on your thighs, and she tries to maintain eye contact with you, but she wants to see how she fucks you, she wants to see the scene of her destroying you from the inside. She lowers her sight to focus on the way her cock disappears inside you, how you take her so well even being your first time. "Gonna come so deep inside you." she whispers, feeling closer with her own words. "Gonna fill you up so good baby."

You feel the heat getting more unbearable, as it seems the walls of the room get smaller around you, one of your hands going towards her shoulder for better balance. You expect the table to break at any moment, just like Natasha is doing with your insides. And unlike her, you keep your eyes glued to the expressions on her face; how her eyebrows furrow up, how she tries to keep her moans from being audible. "Oh fuck... fuck... keep taking it... that's it..." you feel her nails digging deep into the skin of your thighs, and you know you're going to be bruised all over, but the thought of it makes your heart warm. "Is this making you feel good? Oh I bet so. Want to tell me how good I make you feel?"

"Y-yes... you make me feel so good." you say in uncontrolled breaths, squeezing her shoulder hard as you feel yet another orgasm slamming against your body like a brick. But still Natasha doesn't stop, even noticing the way your walls tighten around her cock, she still keeps pushing inside you harshly. "Fuuuck... fuck I don't think I can... Nat... p-please-."

"Shhhh, yes you can, I'm almost there, keep taking it." her hands lift your shirt up to your breasts, and she grunts at the sight of them covered by your bra. All she wanted right now was to get that stupid piece of clothing off your body, but being content with what she has she just squeezes them, your breasts fit perfectly into her palms, and she gropes them so hard it seems like your skin burns with her touch.

Your legs fall from her hips, feeling so overstimulated you don't have the strength to keep them wrapped around her. Natasha also finds it difficult to keep pushing inside you because you're so tight, and you try your best to keep taking her. That pain that had passed comes back, making you cry when you realize that you won't be able to hold on. "Please... please!" you beg, squeezing her shoulder and making Natasha hiss from the strength you do it. "Nat please I can't… it hurts.”

"Baby, begging isn't going to get you anywhere... you didn't ask me to stop, so keep quiet hm?" you nod your head realizing that what she says is true, you didn't actually ask her to stop, you just begged, but for nothing in particular. You feel so sensitive, her cock feels so big on you that it really hurts, but also a pain that feels really good. Fuck, it hurts so good you even feel ashamed to admit it. It feels like you're going to pass out, the room grows dark and your breath gets shorter. And the Maestro sees the tears running down your cheeks, and that's the last straw for her. With a few more thrusts you feel her warm fluid being released inside you, painting your inner walls all over. "Yeah... that's it... fuck… you feel so good."

Natasha practically collapses on top of you, resting her head in the crook of your neck as she continues to fill yourself with her cum. She moves her hips slowly to fuck the cum inside you, and you hate to admit that the wet noises of her action are so arousing. She closes her eyes for a few seconds feeling her dick throbbing inside you. "Nat..." you whine as she pulls away, and then taking her cock outside you you can feel the liquid seeping through your slits. You sigh with immediate relief, and only then do you realize your face is wet with your tears. Natasha grabs her shaft, rubbing it in your pussy and watching as her white juice spreads through your folds. She slides the tip back inside to keep every last drop that’s left in you, before going back to rubbing the end of it on your clit. Natasha is mesmerized, and even though she wants to continue she takes a step back.

"You did so good, I'm proud of you." she runs her knuckles over your cheeks, wiping the tears away. You close your eyes in her caress, feeling your pussy throbbing. "You were perfect."

And then the room is back to its normal size, the walls aren't suffocating you anymore, and the heat isn't so unbearable. Natasha picks up your underwear on the floor, and passes them by your feet to help you put them on, and you end up getting up from the table so she can pass the piece of clothing to your thighs. She doesn't say anything as she picks up your pants as well, holding them out to you before running her fingers over the strands of her hair. She's still hard when she tucks her cock into her pants, and as soon as you're fully dressed again you approach her. "I can help you with that..." you say directing your hand to the bulge in her pants, but Natasha shakes her head no.

"No, it's okay sweet girl." you smile when you hear her call you by the nickname, then just nod as she starts walking towards the door. She unlocks it, and holds it open for you to pass. As you move you can feel some of her cum that was still inside you wet your underwear, and then it hits you, you really did it, it doesn't even seem real, and the worst of it is that you liked it more than you should have. After you pick up your backpack on top of the sofa, you two begin a silent path through the corridors. You feel your legs weak, and you fear it will only get worse when you wake up the next day. But as has been said before, it was all worth it. When you're next to her, you see Natasha fiddling with her phone, talking to someone in messages. You also notice the way she squeezes her cock over her pants, the discomfort you left her in still isn't entirely gone. "Are you gonna get an uber or something?" she asks as soon as you step onto the sidewalk outside of the building.

"Uhm... no... I'm gonna go to a bar with my friends at the end of the street."

She just nods, not taking her eyes off her phone screen. You tighten your backpack straps, rocking your body back and forth not knowing if you should just walk away or wait for her to say goodbye first. She types quickly to whoever is talking to her, and you see the way her brows furrow, like she's worried about something. "I uhm... I should go." she says before finally looking up at you, giving you a weak smile. "Are you okay with what happened today?"

"Yes." you answer immediately. "It was... really good."

Indeed it was, you could do it for hours. You didn't know sex could feel this good. Or at least the sex with her definitely was.

"Okay good." she's relieved that she didn't make you do anything you didn't want to, even though she knows the real reason why you actually did it. "And... I'll talk to you next week about what I told you earlier."

"What?" you ask, not really knowing what she's talking about.

"The list... Your name on the list."

Oh, this.

For a moment you even forgot about it, you felt so good in her presence that you didn't even remember that in fact all of this was for other intentions. "Oh yes of course… okay." Natasha stares at you for a few more seconds before walking towards her car, leaving you alone. When she drives away you follow the vehicle with your eyes until it completely disappears from your view. And then you're back to reality. And what a shitty reality.

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misslovasstuff · 8 months ago

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“… a good type of change?”

Sypnosis: After leaving egghead, Sanji’s emotions and behavior begins to shift. You encounter it in a different situation. pairing: sanjixfem!reader contains: NSFW, dirty talking, degeneration kink, hair pulling, slapping, overstimulating, many positions here, rough sex, penetration, doggy style, fingering, giving head…minors please do not interact!

author’s note: grab yourself a coffee or tea and sit down for this one.

The kitchen is always loud, tonight particularly the crew were conversing is discussions with not really much matter, as one could easily tell by the laughter covering the whole room. You’re amidst it all, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand with a soft smile on your face. Looking at the people who you care for being safe and sound, happy and sat around you, it gives your heart a special kind of warmth. However, a movement a bit out of place catches your eyes.

Your cook exits with hands in his pockets, closing the door behind him with his foot. You raise your eyebrow, contemplating whether or not to follow him outside. Sanji places a cigarette between his lips as he sighs deeply, lowering his head down before covering and lighting his cigar. He usually does this after cooking, leaving the kitchen for a smoke break. However, this was not a usual smoke break for him, there was a different kind of frustration within.

“Aren’t you cold outside, love?” - after opening the door smoothly, you go outside to greet Sanji.

He turns his head back to you, widening his eyes.

“Actually, for some reason I feel more in the heat.”- he chuckles awkwardly, loosening his tie a bit.

You stare at him up and down, noticing him swallowing loudly and licking his lips before sucking his cigarette, a bit anxious. Surely, he notices your worried gaze on him, thus his body now faces yours, eyes scanning you from head to toe as his smile slowly turns into a mischievous smirk.

“Did you worry about me, doll? - he grabs your chin with a somewhat strong yet gentle grip, turning it away to place a kiss on your left cheek. - How cute you are.”

A small gasp escapes your lips when you felt his warm hands on your skin, his touch always enlightening the most buried deep desires that you hold, desires that take form of fantasises that play in your head even late at night, which have been occurring much more often lately.

After a small zone out, you clear your throat: “I’m always worried about you.” - you caress his arm, looking up at him and then at his loosened tie that is revealing the smooth skin of his collarbones. - If something is going on, I do hope you’ll tell me. I can help.”

With that said, you take a step closer to your man, pressing your cleavage right under his eyes as your chests meet.

Sanji takes his cigarette out of his mouth, taking his other hand out of his pocket to grab your waist. He titls his head as he gazes at your chest with a shameless satisfaction, pulling you closer to his embrace.

“You want to help me?” - he asks, heavy eyes meeting yours amidst an incredible tension between you two. With a nod, you gaze at his lip as his hand slides down your back.

“I think I might know what you need.” - you whisper to him with a grin which Sanji quickly mirrors.

…

After slamming the door of the girl’s dorm closed, you find yourself pushed against the wall, being stripped away from your clothes by your boyfriend. He unbuttons your shirt in almost one breath, even ripping it off a little before throwing it on the floor.

You widen your eyes at his eagerness, a shade of which you have not witnessed before in Sanji's painting of lust.

“Why does it feel like I’ve gone years without touching you?” - he asks whilst having his arms surrounding you, hands pressed on the wall. His gaze is powerful, shifting to a more dominant one with every second that passes by. No words are managing to leave your mouth as you get lost completely in his grand figure having you all for himself.

“It … has been a while…” - you try to explain, avoiding his gaze by looking away.

“So you’re saying… - Sanji grabs your neck, pressing his thumb in your chin, making your mouth drop open. - … you’re saying you’re feeling the same way as me now?”

You gulp hard, a trembling breath escaping as you close your eyes, feeling his grip on you, unable to speak a word without getting lost in those hungry eyes of his that are eating you down to crumbs.

“Should I let you say it? - Sanji pulls your lower lip with his thumb then inserts two fingers in your mouth. - Do you want to say that you’re a needy, horny whore for me?”

What did he just call you?

You close your mouth and start sucking his fingers, body reacting on its own.

“I see, is that not what you want to say? Let me try again then. - he moves his fingers in and out your mouth, a satisfying grin on his face. - Say that you need something else in your mouth, say that my fingers are only making you more needy.”

Fuck, is this really happening? Is he saying these things or are you hallucinating?

“Sanji… - there were two ways you could go with this. Either you call him out on his changed behaviour, or just go along without questioning. - … let me suck you dry, please”

“Oooff, - with his teasing tone of voice up to the point that it could be described as mockery, Sanji unties his belt whilst making eye contact, very pleased with your answer. - , what a nasty bitch…get down.” - his confident smirk already makes your legs weak, hardly maintaining balance.

As your knees touch the ground, you begin caressing your breasts in anticipation.

“give it to me… give me…” - you whisper under your breath, words that do not go unnoticed by Sanji.

“Let me remind you how good it feels to get your mouth fucked by me, - he says, pulling out his long cock, stroking it with his hands before your grab it in yours. - at the same time, remind me how good it feels to be in handled by you and your pretty mouth.”

You bite your lower lip before licking his tip around to tease him a little. The taste of his precum is evident and sends your brain into full ecstasy. Slow strokes of your hands accompanied by your lips sucking on his tip is making the blond grow more excited.

Usually, Sanji would pat your head and moan loudly when you take him in your mouth, even putting strands of hair behind your ear. Now, however, you can sense his heavy breathing and his dangerously piercing gaze on you. Surely you keep teasing, still not taking him whole but playing around to your satisfaction.

“Sweetheart, - his hand reaches for your head. - you think you’re teasing me but you’re just agonising yourself.”

You look up to see his smug expression as he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling it upwards as he thrusts his dick in your mouth. It takes you by surprise as you adjust quickly to his movement, undeniably and also surprisingly getting very much turned on by this.

“Good girl, look at me while you’re sucking me like that… look at me…” - his breathy voice trembles, feeling your tongue swirling around his sex like never before. His being completely melts when you gaze up at him with those eyes of yours that are pleading for more. The grip he has on your hair tightens, making you tilt your head and almost fall, having to grab onto his thighs for support, digging your nails deep into his skin. You start whining, needing to fasten your pace as he begins to thrust harder and harder, leaving you out of breath but for you it doesn’t matter even if you drop dead right now as long as his cock stays in your mouth where it belongs.

“Aghhh… - he bites his lip, feeling his body give in to the immense pleasure you’re giving him. He looks down on you. - … take me deep in your throat… choke with my cock in your mouth.”

He’s close, you can tell. His body has become the complete opposite of foreign, it’s like braille that you understand with every touch. Your jaw has become sore but you still insist on sucking him restlessly, doing it just how he likes it. Words that you have never heard before from Sanji become fuel for your arousal. The moment he pulls you away by your hair, you put all your strength to not move, getting all his cum inside your mouth.

Sanji widens his eyes while his breath slowly drops, raising his eyebrow as he gazes at the cum dripping of your mouth. You get up and sit on your bed, slowly catching your breath. Your man quickly follows, his hands resting on the mattress as his face is only a few centimeters away from yours.

“Since when did you become so slutty, huh? - he wipes the corners of your lips with his thumbs, placing a kiss. - Swallowed it whole, didn’t you?”

You stare at his face, particularly noticing his eyebrows that seem to have shifted. Could it be…

“It was the heat of the moment.” - you answer his question, taking a deep breath in before catching yourself looking down his body, cheeks blushing red. So, if it is what you think it is, regarding his eyebrows, that would explain this changed behavior. But do you want to point it out to him? Do you want to stop this?

“I owe you a good fuck now. - Sanji pushes you to the bed, staring at you for a bit. - get on all four.”

What? Does he want to fuck me doggy style? But we’ve never-

“Don’t zone out on me sweetheart, you’ll have time for that after I’m done with you.” - he says, putting his arm behind your back and turning you around almost effortlessly. Now your stomach is pressed against the mattress, face resting on your pillow.

“Arch your back for me. - he demands, his hand going down from your neck to your lower back slowly as you do what he says. - yeah, exactly like that. I love how well you listen to me.”

Sanji presses his knees on the mattress, positioning himself behind you. His hands now are grabbing your ass, pulling your cheeks upwards.

“Woah, are you really this turned on? Your panties are soaking wet... - he says, touching your cunt with his two fingers as he rubs your folds. -...dirty slut...I bet your pussy is craving me so badly right now.''

Truly, you can’t help it, this is all new for you. Getting aroused by his touch and words is completely inevitable now, there’s no turning back and worrying about it doesn’t help.

A few small moans leave your mouth when he pulls your panties up, creating a pleasurable friction that becomes more intense when he gives your ass a slap, leaning over your back to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to use your words with me, otherwise I’ll resent to teasing you until you break. Got it?” - he bites your ear, earning a whimper from you.

“m’got it…” - you reply, feeling Sanji smirking under his breath. He straightens his back as slides your panties off. His pupils dilate and with just a view of your wet, needy cunt, his erection soon becomes more evident.

He spreads your folds apart, placing two fingers in which catch you off guard.

“Sanji!” - you moan, looking at him with the corner of your eye as he starts pumping those fingers in and out with an agonising slow pace.

“Huh, why are you whining, sweetheart? - he teases, increasing his pace. - You want me to stop?”

“N-no, please don’t… just… - you grab the bed sheets, arching your back even more as you whine. - I need more… I need your…ahhh…”

“You’re barely even speaking with my fingers in, what makes you think you can handle being ripped apart by my cock?” - he doesn’t stop, he never would whenever you’re begging him like that, no matter what he’s dealing with emotionally.

“I c-can take it! Promise I’ll take it like the slut that I am!” - you scream, a smile appearing on Sanji’s face. Like it is the first time you say those things to him, it is also a first for Sanji to hear those words coming from your cute fuckable mouth. He takes his fingers out, leaning in to move your hair out of your back.

“Now you’re talking right, beautiful. - you gasp as you feel his cock teasing your entrance. - Get ready for the wildest fuck of your life.”

You swallow hard, sweat already dripping off your forehead. Sanji sucks his teeth in as he enters you, your walls sucking him like never before.

“Fuck… why are you so hnghh… - he pushes his head back, adrenaline running through his body once he’s fully in you. - … you’ve got my cock in a chokehold in there.”

He chuckles, not being able to see your frustration as your lip is almost bleeding out of the biting you’re doing to restrain yourself from moaning loudly, him entering you was almost enough to make you cum if you didn't manage to get a hold of yourself.

Sanji’s hand runs down your back as he starts slowly thrusting in you: A pace slow and gentle that he usually keeps whenever he’s fucking you. However, this position is not noted in your experience, and apparently so is this version of Sanji.

You can hear his breath beginning to get heavy, hands that are now on your hips, going further up your body where they eventually take hold of your tits.

He caresses them as he’s pounding you from behind with a somewhat faster pace, teasing your nipples with his thumb as his bare chest is pressed against your back.

“Your body is already a mess, feel how hard your nipples are. - he takes your hand in one of your boobs, then places his own hand on top. You begin squeezing it, rubbing your hard nipple as he guides you. Meanwhile, Sanji drags his lips at the nape of your neck, his hot breath tingling your senses. - you like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”

With a shaky voice, you try to respond to his teasing: “… hm yes… I like it… I like you…”

Once he hears your words, Sanji bites your shoulder, leaving a hickey as the grip on your tits becomes stronger, making you moan loudly. His cock beginning to reach deeper in you only made you grow more impatient, needing something more in a way you can’t really put a name to.

“Oh, trust me. I think I got a perfect idea of what you specifically like.” - Sanji straightens his back, grabs your wrist, and starts strongly moving you accordingly with his thrusts that become harder, faster, his cock touching your womb as you plead with your moans.

“Oh, my go- …. Sanji! - your breath is caught in your throat as your mouth widens, eyebrows furrow and heartbeat fastens. You begin whining about how good it feels. - … so good… so fucking good...”

“What did you say, bitch? You love how your pussy is begging me to go deeper and deeper?” - he smirks, slapping you ass as he keeps thrusting.

“I love it! Please ...do me harder, Sanji! I want your cock to… doom me!”- you were losing touch with yourself, getting drunk on the euphoria of being violated so roughly by your usually kind boyfriend that made love to you so gently. You look at him now and see, that Sanji is there somewhere, just bolder and not restricted out of fear of hurting you.

“You were doomed the moment you fell in love with me. - he smirks, grabbing your legs and putting them over his hips. - Now take it like the pretty slut you are!”

The new position makes you completely lose it. You never thought that this could feel so good. The room is filled with loud moans and groans, both of you shaking from pleasure.

“Ahh… - after a few more thrusts, your body acts on its own as you push yourself up, your back meeting his chest. You begin jumping on his cock. - … I’m going crazy…”

With a trembling whisper, you meet his eyes, your lips brushing off his. Sanji’s taken by surprise but nevertheless, a good surprise.

“I want you closer, Sanji… closer…” - you put a hand behind his head as you arch your back, hurriedly pressing your lips against his. Your tongue devours his mouth as Sanji keep thrusting up, his hands both grabbing your ass while you start riding him faster.

“I’m here, sweetheart… - he says between kisses. - all here for you.”

Your loud moans vibrating in his mouth drive the cook wild. You break the kiss and his lips go down your neck, then even further down your back where he bites and licks your skin.

“Fuck, Sanji, I’m gonna cum… I can’t anymore…!” - you scream, surrendering yourself as your hands meet the mattress, moving your hips up and down until he gets to finish in you.

“Cum all over my cock, cum so much to prove it to me how good of a whore you are.” - when he sees you having difficulty riding him now that you’re on all fours again, Sanji grabs your neck, pulling your head upwards as he thrusts in you so aggressively. His arm is around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

After a few last thrusts, you both come simultaneously: so loud, so messy… The air in the room is steamy and it reeks of sex. You’re completely worn out as Sanji pulls out from you, so much cum dripping off your hole. He collapses on the mattress along with you, trying to catch his breath.

You turn your face to look at him, flushed and so smitten: “That was… an awakening for me.”

A smile which he mirrors, Sanji asks: “oh really?”

As he pulls you closer to his embrace, you notice his eyebrows have gone back to normal.

“I think it was some sort of awakening for me as well.”

You might have had the best fuck of your life, but now there is also a hint of worry in your thoughts. Why is that switch happening more often now?

Finding yourself in Sanji’s arms as he caresses your shoulder and kisses your hand, it feels difficult to talk about it now, but definitely it will be a topic for in the morning.

… unless he happens to take a smoke break like that again.

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shangrila11 · 1 year ago

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Dating them // Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Luka (HSR) x reader

Dan Heng

March was thrilled to learn that you and Dan Heng were dating --she thought the two of you made a cute couple -- and would regularly teased the two of you about it, much to the embarrassment of the both of you. (Dan Heng tried not to show it though). Himeko and Welt were happy that the two of you were together as well, although unlike March, they didn't tease you two (thankfully).

Dan Heng was more of a man of action than one of words. He would often squeeze your hand comfortingly, pull you closer to him either protectively or for a hug and do other actions that showed he cared. He wasn't too big on public displays of affection so he expression of affection was usually more subtle and in more private settings.

Being the train guard, he was very protective of you, shielding you from attacks and whatnot. While you appreciate it, you didn't like Dan Heng putting himself in danger for you and you were more than capable of defending yourself. Dan Heng assured you that he knew that -- in fact, your independant and strong nature was what attracted him in the first place -- but he wanted to.

Dates with him were usually peaceful -- cuddling and/or reading at the Archives, taking strolls around towns while holding hands, among other activities. The two of you didn't converse with each other much, just appreciating each other's company.

You were one of the few people that Dan Heng was okay with touching his horns. They were sensitive, after all. You were careful not to abuse that privilege but sometimes you couldn't help it. His horns were gorgeous. He also subconsciously wrapped his tail around your waist as he hugged you. You would smile seeing that. Dan Heng always made you feel secure and you were thankful for that.

Jing Yuan

As a general of the Xianzhou Luofu, Jing Yuan was usually busy so the two of you didn't have much time to date. He felt bad about it but you reassured him that you didn't mind and that you treasured every single moment with him. When the two of you did get time to date, the general and you liked playing chess, brewing and sipping tea and just relaxing in general.

Jing Yuan enjoyed teasing you and complimenting you a lot. He found your flustered look endearing. He would try to feign innocence but you knew better.

You and Jing Yuan practically acted as Yan Qing's parental figure, teaching him sword fighting techniques and imparting in him life advices. You found it heartwarming to see the interactions between the two males. It was clear that they cared about each other. Yan Qing respected you and enjoyed your company as you were a capable fighter and one with a strong sense of justice and responsibility.

He might appear lax but whenever you got injured and such, his expression would darkened briefly before asking if you were alright and patching you up. He would also hug without a word if your injuries allowed it. He had lost too many men, friends and loved ones in his long life. He couldn't afford to lose you too. Your heart broke seeing your love like that. You gently reassured him that you weren't going anywhere.

Luka

When the two of you first started dating, Luka was nervous, stuttering and goofing up. Cheeks red, he had apologised profusely but you had assured him that it was alright with a giggle. Your words gave him the confidence he needed and he gradually became less nervous on dates.

He was very affectionate with you, hugging, kissing and telling you how much he loved you without fail. Who cared if there were people watching? You were amazing and he wanted to let you know that!

He hated seeing you sad. He would spar with you in a boxing match so that you could blow off some steam and take your mind off things, take you out to eat your favourite food and carry out acts that would cheer you up. He couldn't help breaking into a grin when he saw you smile again, glad that his actions had bore fruit.

Luka loved doing fun things with you on dates which usually involved watching and/or participating in matches, hanging out with Clara and Svarog and going to the Golden Theater (this was after the Overworld became open to the citizens of the Underworld, of course). He would crack jokes and share with you any interesting things that had happened animatedly. All in all, you always had a good time with Luka around.

(Pictures do not belong to me. Credit goes to Hoyoverse)

#x reader #fluff #romance #dan heng #dan heng x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #jing yuan x reader #luka #luka x reader #hsr scenarios #hsr x reader

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aestrayla · 1 year ago

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use me ft. gojo satoru & geto suguru

summary: after passing out, you wake up disoriented with a white haired man smiling down at you… how long have you been out for? what’s satoru doing to you?? and who’s that at the door?? ft. gojo + geto x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact, unprotected sex, threesome, fwb, cum, oral (f! + m! receiving), cunnilingus, clitoral play, pet names (princess, angel, pretty, pretty girl, baby), mating press, praising

word count: 1.3k

a/n: bye idk how to summarise this silly fic. anyways, i wrote this at 2 am with my eyes half closed so it might be shitty idk lol.

your eyes shot open as you shakily gasped for air, the feeling of your aching legs and sweaty body snapping you back to reality as you reached out for the wrists of the man that was pounding deep inside of you. your pussy was completely soaked as his cock disappeared into you, gliding through your gummy walls.

“oh y’r back, princess. didn’t think you’d wake up yet,” he smugged.

how long had you’d been knocked out for? what time was it? your eyes flickered to the clock that rested on the wall, 5:43 PM.

you were out for almost an hour?! and even then, that was only after two whole hours of satoru making you climax after climax.

you didn’t mind helping satoru out like this— well usually. some days he wound get so pent up and needed something to ease his mind. it’s all nice and sweet to offer to take him to his favourite dessert cafe or the arcade, but nothing was better than being able to sink his throbbing cock inside of you. he insists your pussy was made for him after all.

you don’t quite remember when you had first agreed to do this for him, to be his own personal fleshlight that he could use for hours on end whenever he felt like it. though it’s not like it was a one-way street, if you were feeling lustful and needy you, by all means, had full access to him. although you didn’t quite take as much advantage of this than he did.

sometimes he’d have you to himself for what seemed like forever— times like today. i mean of course you knew how strong he was, especially because he was able to subconsciously use infinity 24/7, but you didn’t realise how much stamina and adrenaline he’d have to be able to go on round after round.

“please, ‘toru…” you whined. your body was aching all over with love bites blooming across your chest. his thrusts slowed as he leaned over to cage you under his body, warmth radiating off of him, while softly whispering into your ear, “‘m almost done princess, just hold on a while longer f’ me ‘kay?”

you whined in response as his hips began to snap faster once again. his soft pants beside your ear had almost muffled the sound of the soft click of the dorm door closing, and the tapping of footsteps on their way towards the living room.

a soft and playful hum in the corner of the room had you swerving your head back to see who it was.

“hmm? what’s going on here, satoru?” the dark-haired man queered as he slumped himself against the wall. satoru paid no mind to him, continuing to handle you and even pushing you further into the sofa.

“suguru…” you called out, “too— ‘s too much!”

he simpered at your little attempt to call for help before sighing, “satoru, give the poor girl a break. she’s not a rag doll.”

satoru chuckled, “she’s a big girl, she can handle it. besides, it’s not like it’s her first time takin’ me.”

“is she okay with that though? you sure you don’t need me to step in, angel?” geto purred with a lopsided smile.

“i can— mmn! take it!” you cried in between thrusts. your juices mixed with satoru’s cum made loud squelches as he rammed himself inside of you. small whimpers escaped your trembling lips as you pulled and tugged at his soft white hair.

the sight of the two of you moaning into each others ears while grasping onto one another, had suguru shifting against the wall as he started to groan under his breath, slightly annoyed at his growing erection.

he cursed under his breath before pushing himself off the wall, taking long strides towards you.

“mm… think you can take one more then, angel?”

your pretty eyes staring up at him while your mouth hung agape was enough to have him crumbling to his knees, though he had to keep his composure, smiling at you with an affectionate gaze.

“uh— huh!” you gasped as satoru rammed harder into you, pushing your thighs into your chest as your eyes rolled back into your skull. the sight of you had geto feeling dizzy as he let his pants drop to his ankles before shaking them off.

your eyes widened as his heavy cock sprung out, eying the pre-cum that glazed his blushed tip. he gave it few long strokes before asking, “can i?”

you nodded your head in approval before his fat tip had pushed past your lips, hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to sprout from your eyes, “good girl,” he hummed.

as suguru shoved his cock into your mouth again and again, your loud moans had turned into incoherent muffles. the feeling of being fully stuffed had your eyes rolling so far back, it felt like you were on cloud nine.

reaching out, you began to fondle with suguru’s balls, watching him knock his head back while groaning, “fuckk…”

in the midst of watching suguru drown in pleasure, you began to mewl uncontrollably as satoru began to rub his fingers roughly against your clit, “mmf—!“

“keep y’r— fuck… eyes on me, pretty. i’m the one who’s fuckin’ up this pretty pussy,” satoru groaned as he slapped your cunt, causing you to clench around him, “shit!”

you could feel satoru twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming erratic, “god im gonna— hah… cum,” he groaned, “you’ll let me cum inside one last time, right pretty girl?”

you found it cute how after all this time, he still asks you for permission. you hummed a quick yes before he was moaning out your name, the warm, velvety liquid shooting ropes inside of you, your insides being painted a creamy white.

only a fraction of a second later, was geto plunging his cock far down your throat. your mewling turning into stupid little hums. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. the warmth of your mouth enveloping his full length.

“fuck.. that’s right, angel. feels so good.” you could barely keep your eyes open, tears spilling from the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision. with one hand suguru is swiping the tears away from your eyes, “doing so good f’ me… gonna cum soon.”

you reach out for his length, wrapping your hands around him. you could feel him jerk against your touch, as he released his heavy grip on your hair, fingers now just interlaced in them. he watched you carefully as you worked around him, glazing his cock with your saliva, which messily dripped past your lips.

a long stripe up your pussy had you whipping your legs closed, before they were pushed back open by a pair of strong arms.

“baby, lemme taste you,” satoru hummed. your squirming in satoru’s arms had you chasing your high, while your hands began to move faster along suguru’s length.

the twitching of his cock told you he was close, while satoru’s tongue began to prod and poke at your entrance while drawing circles along your clit.

“oh shit—“ suguru groaned as spurts of his cum began to rush out into your mouth. simultaneously, satoru had your legs quivering as you came onto his mouth. you could see a glimpse of his smirk behind your legs, as he licked up your arousal from his lips.

as geto pulled out, it left a pop sound leaving your mouth, “fuck that was good. really good” he exhaled.

“right? and you always wonder why im with her, ” satoru chuckled, as he wrapped your ankles around his neck, hugging your calves.

“so, mind if i use her sometime?”

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heartlesscorpse · 1 month ago

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Looking for Roleplayers ᯓ ⁺₊ ♱ .ᐟ

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Hello hello, name’s Dead (19, she/her) and I’m looking to get back into roleplaying and find some new rp partners interested in building plots and creating character dynamics and development! It’s been some time since I’ve gotten in to doing some lengthy or rping with plots and I may be a little rusty so please bear with me :)) With this in mind here’s some other things you need to know about me—

Status: Closed

My writing switches between semi-literate to literate depending how motivated I am to write with or go along with the plotting, I usually try to write one thick chunk or maybe two paragraphs to avoid writing any one-liners. I will also try my best to mirror my writing to my partners.

I have a life outside of tumblr and discord, so please bear with me with my slow responses! With this in mind, I’m more active between Mondays and Fridays as well as weekends as I work Tuesdays to Thursdays. Not to mention timezones are also funky. You may @ me after 4-5 days if I happen to forget about the rp but please don’t spam me.

I’m all for platonic plotting between characters as well as adding romance, when it comes to pairings I’m more comfortable writing mlm as nearly all of my OCs are male, (I am open into trying nbxm though!) and writing female characters aren’t really my strong suit. I am a-okay in adding any dead-dove or NSFW in our rps just as long as they’re not the only thing that’s driving the plot. I also rp in a few fandoms and can play a few canon characters. I’m on board for writing canon x canon ships, but I will NOT be doing any oc x canon pairings.

And speaking of fandoms, here’s a list of them that I write for:

ִ ࣪𖤐 Percy Jackson (I’m still getting back to reading the books so no spoilers please! I haven’t tried writing for canon characters either so I’m more open to rp with ocs)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Little Nightmares

ִ ࣪𖤐 Outlast

ִ ࣪𖤐 Pirates of the Caribbean

ִ ࣪𖤐 Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Besides fandoms I also have a handful of other ocs unrelated to them I’m more than open to use as well! I can’t remember nor do I have a lot of fandoms I used write for but I’m more than comfortable in using my ocs for rping and plotting things with them. If I happen to find other fandoms I enjoy I might add them to the list! On that note, plotting with ocs in fandomless rps is something I’m more interested with creating plots that are action/adventure, crime, or horror oriented roleplays. I’m MORE than open to plot any roleplays with AUs!

Another important thing to add, ageless or minor accs under 18 DNI, I’m not comfortable with interacting with younger people! If you are requesting for any creepy/weird tropes or you’re being an asshole in general, I will block you and end the discussion from there.

Lastly, if you disappear on me without a word for more than a month, I will assume you’re no longer interested in the roleplay and I will leave the DM from there.

If anyone’s interested in rping and building a plot with me feel free to drop your discord tag or interact with this post! :)

#dead talks #roleplay #oc rp #discord rp #roleplay search #rp partner search #oc x oc rp #cc x cc roleplay #fandom rp #fandomless rp #looking for rp #rp request #long term rp #plot driven rp #outlast rp #potc rp #little nightmares rp #pjo rp #mphfpc rp

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huhjxn · 2 years ago

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different times, same effect

nakamura kazuha x fem!reader (college au)

nothing is permanent—change is inevitable. it is all part of people's growth. nakamura kazuha has always been the girl you looked up to. with all her talents and perfection, you grew up simply attracted to the girl.

! : none(?), fluff

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"Watch out!" You heard her shout, but you couldn't be bothered to check what she's pointing at because you were too enamored by her soft voice despite shouting and the way her beautiful features were laced with worry. As cliche as it sounds, it felt like the world stopped.

Seeing that you were frozen in your place, a surprisingly strong arm grabbed yours, causing you to lose your balance. The shuttlecock barely missed your frame before you stumbled and collided with the brunette. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and ears, refusing to look up in fear that she would easily spot your flustered state.

"Are you alright?" It would be rude to avoid eye contact, so you finally looked up to meet her gaze which was already on you, accompanied by a sweet smile, "Were you hurt?"

You straightened your stance, brushing off your clothes, "Yeah, it didn't hit me," you said, looking at the feathered tool, "Thanks to you."

Kazuha grinned in response, "That's a relief," she chuckled lightly.

You could feel your heart skip a beat, 'God, she's so adorable,' you thought. "But it's just a shuttlecock though," you said, somewhat unsure if you should continue because you might sound ungrateful but the way she tilted her head to the side in question made you continue, "It's not like it'll hurt if it hit me."

The girl's lips formed an 'o', looking absolutely adorable that you couldn't help but swoon over her.

"That's true," she started, "But it was Huh Yunjin who smashed it, you could never be sure."

You nodded in agreement, looking at the student athlete who was actively playing, "Yeah, thanks for saving me."

You were seated on a white leather couch which you think didn't suit the rest of the furniture in the room. Staring at the sealing, you could feel your eyes betraying you, but you tried to listen to your therapist speak as she tried to engage in a meaningful conversation with you.

Answering all her questions without a hint of interest, you were sure where the conversation was going.

"How about Kazuha?" She asked with a smile. You didn't have to face her to know that there's a grin plastered on her face; she always had that same look whenever she brought up the brunette.

You sat up straight, "She's still… Kazuha," you said, unsure of what else to say.

For some reason, Nakamura Kazuha seems to be your therapist's favorite—she usually asks about the girl and smiles at you encouragingly whenever you talk about her. Honestly, this doesn't shock you one bit; everybody loves and adores Kazuha. She's just that girl.

A sweet little angel sent from heaven with features that seemed like Aphrodite herself crafted. She's that typical perfect girl that everybody in school looked up to. People either wanted to date her or be her, and honestly, you weren't sure where you stand between those two choices.

You've always known who she is since middle school, but the first time the both of you actually interacted was in high school when she saved you from getting hit by a shuttlecock. Now, the both of you are freshmen in a college in your town, and despite taking up different college programs, you seem to see her everywhere all the time.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice called out. You turned around and were face-to-face with a beautiful creature who was smiling at you when she realized that she was right.

"Y/N! I can't believe we're going to the same college," Kazuha said, excitement was evident in her voice but at the same time it sounded so soft and sweet, "My worries are lessened now that I know someone that goes here."

"By the way, what program are you taking?" The freshman asked with an expectant grin on her face.

You cleared your throat before answering, "Fine Arts," you said, simply. You find it hard to talk to someone as majestic as Kazuha so you try to keep your words at a minimum.

The brunette nodded, "Wow, that's great," she said, staring into your eyes while hers were filled with interest "You're artistic?"

Again, you could feel yourself blushing under her gaze but you tried to ignore it, in hopes that she didn't notice the pinkish hue on your cheeks, "I'd like to believe so," you laughed awkwardly, "How about you? Are you pursuing ballet?"

Kazuha beamed at the mention of ballet, "Kind of?" her brows knitted together, looking unsure, and you swore it was the cutest sight your eyes ever laid upon, "I'm taking up Performing Arts."

You nodded, thinking that it suits her so well, you were about to voice out your thoughts when someone called her, "Kazuha! We're gonna be late!"

Recognizing the girl, your eyes widened as you saw the ever active Huh Yunjin run past both of you, seemingly rushing to get to class.

"I guess I have to go," Kazuha smiled apologetically.

You remember thinking about what the brunette said about her worries lessening, and feeling a little bit disappointed knowing that you're not the only one from high school that she knows in your current college. Turns out Huh Yunjin was a sophomore who was also taking up Performing Arts, and during your time in college, Kazuha grew closer to Yunjin than she did with you.

You told yourself that it was natural and that it didn't matter—they were in the same college program, they were bound to be close with each other, meanwhile you were taking up Fine Arts, and although both had to do something with art, the difference is huge.

"Have you talked to her recently?" Dr. Miyawaki asked. You thought about whether to open up to her or not, but you thought that it would be better to tell her the truth.

"Yeah," you uttered softly, "Surprisingly, we've been talking a lot lately," you thought about the times when you would randomly see her around the cafeteria, the study areas of your college and even outside your classrooms which was weird because you're sure that she's not taking any classes near your floor, "I mean, we're talking more than we used to," you immediately corrected yourself.

The woman nodded, "What are you guys usually talking about?"

Shrugging, you answered, "Nothing important, like what we're doing there, what's our next class, how tired we are," you paused, thinking about your recent interaction with your fellow senior, "Oh, and she asked me when I'd be free to grab some coffee."

Your counselor perked up at this revelation, "Really?" she studied your features before continuing, "What did you say?"

Again, you shrugged, "I told her that I'm not sure, and that I'll message her."

Sakura nodded before asking, "And have you messaged her?"

Shaking your head, you responded with a simple, "No." The counselor paused for a moment before speaking, "Do you plan on telling her when you'll be free?"

The question somewhat caught you off-guard. It took you a minute before you responded, "Maybe? I still don't know if I should. I'm sure she's busy."

Over the years that you spent in college, you witnessed how Kazuha grew into an adult version of herself. She has always been a social butterfly and was loved by many, but several changes occurred when she started hanging out with Yunjin. The girl started going to parties at least twice a month, she became more engaged in different college orgs, and she even joined the student government.

Suddenly, everybody knows who Kazuha is and everybody is in love with her.

The more time you spent in college, the more both of you became a stranger to each other. All you could do was watch and adore her from afar. It wasn't like you're not used to doing so—in fact, you were.

"Maybe you should consider taking her up on her invitation," the counselor said. She started talking about how it would be a great opportunity to get closer to old friends however you stopped paying attention.

"Should I talk to her?" you thought to yourself.

Laughing at what her professor was saying, Kazuha was surprised when she felt her phone vibrate. She took it out of her pocket to check the notification, and she couldn't help but feel the excitement as she saw your name staring right back at her. She tapped at the notification before reading the message you sent.

Hey Kazuha, my professor just announced that we'll have a free cut tomorrow, do you wanna hangout then?

The girl read your message over and over, thinking of a response. It seemed like it really took her awhile because suddenly, she received another text message from you.

But if you're busy, I understand :)

Immediately, she started typing a response, the attention that she had on the professor was long gone.

Y/N! Yes, I'd love to! What time is your free cut btw?

You felt your cheeks heat up at the girl's response. You wondered how she could possibly say yes to you without knowing the time that you were free. You convinced yourself that perhaps it's just one of the rare times that she's free the whole day.

4 pm onwards :)

"I'm really sorry for canceling at the last minute," Kazuha said, clutching her phone near her ear. The girl on the line laughed at her apologetic tone before she reassured the brunette, "Dude, don't worry about it, I really don't mind."

"If anything, I'm glad that you finally had the guts to ask her out," Yunjin said, letting out a chuckle, "I'm getting tired of listening to you gush about her all day long."

The younger girl pouted at her words despite knowing that Yunjin can't see her, "I don't gush about her," Kazuha said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah you do," the older argued, "Stop denying it, I could still remember that one time in high school when you saved her from getting hit by my shuttlecock," Yunjin laughed, remembering the incident, "I love you, but that's just so dumb, who would get hurt by a shuttlecock."

Kazuha huffed, feeling embarrassed by her friend's blunt words. She wasn't close to Yunjin back then so the fact that Yunjin noticed what she did as an attempt to get your attention made her blush hard.

"Anyway, have you prepared your outfit for your little date?"

"Oh," the brunette's stomach dropped, "I haven't."

Yunjin facepalmed herself before saying, "Alright, help is on the way, I'll be there in 20."

Kazuha is really grateful for Yunjin, she's the friend that the younger could count on and she really helped in bringing the girl out of her shell. Although the brunette looked confident in herself, she was incredibly shy and had quite a lot of self-doubts, which was pretty much the reason why she couldn't bring herself to confess to you.

Despite feeling shy at times, she tried to participate in different school activities that would require her to show off her talents on stage in hopes that you would notice her. As a result, her popularity grew, but all she really wanted was for you to approach her.

During your high school graduation, she couldn't help but feel disappointed that you might not see each other again, so the moment she saw you in the same college that she was attending to, she felt so ecstatic that she just had to approach you herself, and she could not contain the grin that made its way on her face as she started talking to you.

College is so much more different than high school, but one thing was constant: she couldn't bring herself to ask you out. When she started hanging out with Yunjin, her confidence started to increase gradually. She participated in different things and started going to different parties, hoping that one day, she'll meet you there and everything will fall into place.

Unfortunately for her, college isn't like how it's portrayed in the movies—or perhaps you were just one of a kind—and she didn't have a choice but to actually make a move on you. Honestly, she didn't think she could do it, especially since Yunjin already graduated and she didn't have her ride or die with her. However, the fear that the graduation is just a few months away and the both of you might actually not see each other was enough to give her a shove and ask you out.

Now, sitting on one of the stools in a nearby coffee shop that doubles as an art gallery, she wipes her sweaty palms nervously on the outfit that Yunjin helped her pick out. Kazuha kept checking her phone, anticipating the worst case scenario where you'll ditch her.

*Calm down, Zuha," she told herself, "Everything's perfect, the sky looks good, you look good, and the place is good, especially for a Fine Arts major," she tried to convince herself.

As she tried to calm her nerves, she was unaware that you had already entered the shop, looking around until your eyes found its way on the only masterpiece in the room that matters. You stood there feeling starstruck, she looked so beautiful, you thought.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding out of your chest, and you really have no idea how this little hangout would go.

Nervously, you walked towards the direction of the brunette and paused when you were right beside her, "Kazuha."

The said girl turned to meet your gaze, and you swore that your heart skipped a beat. Kazuha's features weren't a stranger to you but seeing them up close and knowing that it will just be the two of you made you feel giddy about the whole set up.

"Y/N, hey," she said, standing up to greet you properly. Kazuha gave you a genuine smile and you had no idea how someone could look so gorgeous, "I'm glad you came, you look so beautiful," the brunette said, her voice as sweet as honey as she looked at you with adoration.

You cleared your throat, "I'm glad you invited me to hangout," you said light-heartedly, "and you look…" you carefully studied her figure, and the brunette shifted under your gaze.

"...Different." Kazuha raised one of her brows at your comment which got you worried, "A good different, it's very refreshing, you look really cool, not that you don't always look cool, it's just that you have a different styl—"

You were cut off by a sound of melodious giggles. Kazuha was astonished at your state and suddenly, she doesn't feel so nervous; it seems like you're just as awkward as she is. She's wrong, you're definitely more awkward than her.

"Do you like it?" Kazuha asked, her eyes glued on yours, "My new style, I mean."

You nodded your head, giving her a genuine smile, "Yeah, it really suits you."

The brunette could feel the warmth on her cheeks at your compliment, "Thanks. Yunjin said it would give me 'boyfriend' vibes," she said with a chuckle.

You looked at her in question, but decided to go with it, "Yeah, you do look like a really cool boyfriend."

Kazuha felt like she could pass away at that moment. She wanted to scream into her palms, but she had to remind herself that she wasn't in the comfort of her room, she was currently in the presence of her long-time crush who still had the same effect on her even after all these years.

"By the way," you looked up to meet her gaze as she stood up, "What do you want to order?"

"Oh I can get it myself," you said, standing up as well but Kazuha's hand on your shoulder made you stop before she softly pushed you back down, "Don't worry, I'll get it, I also need to get some change," she said, presenting you a sweet smile.

You nodded absent-mindedly, "Okay, I'll have an iced caramel macchiato," you said. The girl quickly told you that she'll be back soon before going to the counter to order.

After a few minutes, she came back with a tray. She set down your drinks before placing a plate of belgian waffle with chocolate syrup and whipped creme in front of you then placed a plate of donut in front of her seat.

"Wait, I didn't order this," you said, looking at the pastry with confusion painted on your face. Kazuha wanted to take a picture of your current expression and stare at it all day long because of how cute it looked but decided to answer you instead, "I ordered it for you," she spoke with a soft voice, "I thought that it might be your favorite."

You looked at her in question, wondering how the ballerina could possibly know your favorite pastry.

"I saw that you used to order it a lot back when we were still in high school," she clarified, the pink hue on her cheeks were now getting visible and you definitely took notice.

"She noticed?" you thought to yourself.

Time passed and the both of you truly enjoyed each other's company. Kazuha felt really proud of herself for trying to initiate conversations with you even at the most random times and that she was finally able to ask you out. You felt nothing but adoration for the girl who sat in front of you. This was the only time that the two of you actually sat and talked for a long time, and the two of you didn't even notice that it's evening already.

Kazuha was the first one to notice, "Oh it's almost 8:30," she said, looking at her wrist watch. You checked the time on your phone before subconsciously pouting your lips, "You're right, do you have to go?"

The brunette met your gaze, "No," she responded immediately, "But I think it's time for dinner, do you want to check out some of the restaurants nearby?" she asked, hoping that you would say yes.

Honestly, you had a paper that needed to be passed by 11:59, but you decided that you can just make an excuse to your professor, "Yeah, I'd love that."

The girl gave you an excited grin, before standing up and offering her hand to you. You stared at her outstretched arms before taking a hold of her hands, guiding you to stand up. However, your attention was on her hand, specifically how soft they were, and you really didn't want to let go. Unfortunately, you did, because she might think that you're weird if you didn't.

Kazuha led you out of the coffee shop, holding the door for you, which you really appreciated. So much that even your ear showed a pinkish hue and the brunette took a mental note of it. After stepping out of the shop, the both of you were heading towards a nearby food street which had different restaurants.

As you were walking side by side, you felt the girl's hand brush against yours.

The brunette wanted nothing more than to take your hand into hers again, loving the way it perfectly fit each other, but her mind is clouded with doubts, remembering how you suddenly let go of her earlier. However, when she saw an incoming guy that was riding a bicycle, she immediately grabbed your hand, taking you off guard, then she directed you to the other side, her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Oh my god," was a phrase that kept replaying in your head. The girl beside you still has her arm wrapped around your shoulder and all you wanted to do was explode. You have never been this close with her, and although the feeling is foreign, it definitely wasn't unwelcomed and uncomfortable. Everything about Nakamura Kazuha felt right. And at that moment, you thought about how happy Dr. Miyawaki would be once she learns that Kazuha is pulling you right into her orbit.

While strolling towards the direction of the food street, you passed by a relatively small deserted park. It looked cozy with all the lampposts and fairy lights, and you can't help but feel a zoo forming in your stomach, considering the environment, the beautiful woman who seems to refuse to let you go.

However, it looks like you spoke your thoughts too soon because all of a sudden, the girl stopped and retreated her arm from your shoulder. You watched as she fixed her hair, making sure that the evening breeze doesn't mess it up too much.

"God, she's so mesmerizing," you thought, appreciating how gorgeous the brunette looked. She glowed, the moonlight and fairy lights casting a perfect spotlight that highlighted her features.

You watched as she started gripping onto the ends of her jean jacket, a sign that she was feeling nervous.

"Y/N," Kazuha starts, not really knowing how to proceed.

"Yeah?" You asked calmly, studying the brunette's features which you grew to like ever since middle school. Kazuha meets your gaze and once again, you feel your cheeks heating up, from her attention alone.

"Look, I really don't know how to say this, so I'll just go straight to the point," Kazuha says, her right hand gripping the cuff of her jacket. You took notice of this and immediately took a hold of her hand before you even had the time to contemplate on your action.

This took her by surprise, but she'll take it as a good sign so she continued, "I like you," Kazuha said, dropping her gaze to the pair of converse that she wore right after uttering those three words, "Ever since high school."

She felt how stiff you got due to the revelation, so she continued speaking, hoping that she could get a response out of you, "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I was just worried that I might scare you off."

The brunette met your eyes, finally seeing how shocked you looked. "If you want to cancel our dinner, it's fine, I totally understand," Kazuha said, feeling extremely worried for every second that passes in which she doesn't get a response from you.

Suddenly, she feels your thumb caressing her right hand, which she forgot that you were holding. "Is…" you tried to find the words because your mind can't seem to form sentences right now, "Is it true?"

"Are you sure?" you asked, still in disbelief. Your long-time crush just confessed that she likes you too, of course you had to make sure if everything you heard was true. Kazuha would have melted at the sight of you looking so clueless if she weren't so affected by her nerves at the moment.

"Yeah," She simply said, "I've always wanted to make a move since high school, but I always chickened out," the brunette confessed, dropping her gaze to the ground once again, "The only reason why I finally got the courage to confess is because I'm scared that I might not see you again after we graduate, and that not confessing might be my biggest regret," Kazuha said, a small pout was present on her lips while she spoke.

All of a sudden, the girl felt a tug on her hand, pulling her forward which caused her to lose her balance. You immediately engulfed her in a hug, making sure that the girl would be aware of how you liked her too.

Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt her arms wrap themselves around your body, giving you a warm embrace. Kazuha stood up properly then proceeded to bury her face into your neck, wanting to hold you as close as possible.

"I like you, Y/N," Kazua whispered, and you swore that your heart started beating a thousand times faster. As a response, you held her tighter, then took a step back to see her face, your right arm still wrapped on her lower back.

She looked back at you, and you honestly didn't know where you got the sudden boost of confidence but you help her left cheek, caressing the smooth skin before whispering back, "I like you too, Kazuha," the look of pure joy from the girl was enough to assure you that your courage paid off.

Kazuha feels like she just won the lottery except everything about her situation right now was much better, so once again, she held you close to her, wanting to relish in your presence, "So is the dinner still on?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, realizing how much of a dork the perfect Kazuha was, "Of course, I'm craving for chicken, is there anything in particular that you want to have?"

The brunette shook her head no, "My craving's already been satisfied, just give me 5 more minutes," she said with a big grin on her face.

: i didn't put the mentions of counseling in the warnings because i think it would contribute to the stigmatization of it. please do tell me if you think i should include it in the warnings.

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years ago

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Hi! I just discovered you guys.

Can I request Seungmin x fem!Reader

They're a new couple still learning each others preferences, and having sex frequently because they're in the honeymoon period.

Dirty talk, and confident/assertive Seungmin please! Unsafe sex since this is fiction 🤭

aghhhhh!!!!! anon! bestie! i literally loveeee this idea. i definitely got kind of carried away writing it because i was having too much fun getting delulu about the whole "new relationship, honeymoon period, learning with each other" concept. i feel like a lot of our content usually leans more towards established relationships so it was really fun to get to write about one that was still in the beginning stages! i really enjoyed making this for you and i hope you love it!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 1.9k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dirty talk, tit play, fingering, biting, public sex unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

“fuck, baby, you’re driving me crazy,” seungmin groans out the words before dipping his head back down to your neck. a moan rises in your throat when you feel his teeth scrape lightly across your sensitive skin but you manage to hold it back, afraid that someone might hear you. you can’t believe you’re doing this. it shouldn’t surprise you though, it’s always been like this with him.

since the two of you started dating a couple of months ago, it’s like you can’t get enough of each other. you’ve never felt like this for anyone before. he’s completely taken over your thoughts, all you can think about is seungmin. being near him, talking to him, touching him, tasting him…. god, you feel like a sex-crazed teenager.

and it’s not just about the sex with him. he also just makes you feel so genuinely happy. you’ve never been with anyone who can make you laugh so easily, someone who can keep up with your back and forth banter, someone who you can spend the whole day with, but it feels as though only a few minutes have passed. it’s just so easy and effortless with him.

plus, the sex is also insanely good.

holy shit is it good.

like you've had plenty of sex before, but nothing like this. nothing even close to this. seungmin is just so confident with everything he does, but in a way that doesn’t make you feel inadequate or inferior when you get nervous or shy. he’s assertive and surprising, always trying new, exciting things, but at the same time, listening to you to ensure you’re comfortable and enjoying everything. it’s absolutely mind-blowing and you can’t get enough.

which is how you ended up here. sitting on the counter of a bathroom at an awards show, seungmin standing between your legs with one hand buried in your hair and the other braced on the counter next to you.

you’ve never done anything like this before, not even close. but you just couldn’t help yourself. from the very beginning of the night you couldn’t focus on anything or anyone but him. and the little triangle of his bare chest you could see from where his top button was undone. and the way he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his strong forearms. and the little smirk that would play across his plush lips as he made jokes with the other guests after the show. it was like you were possessed.

he was so goddam distracting in every way and you could barely hold a single conversation because all you could think about was getting his body on yours. luckily, you weren’t the only one having a hard time focusing on the event. seungmin thought he might actually explode if he had to look at you in that dark green dress for one more second. normally he had no issues interacting and engaging with everyone at these kinds of things. but tonight, every time he would get a glimpse of your curves in that dress he would lose his train of thought or stumble over his words.

during one of his stolen glances, he noticed you were already staring at him. the heat in your gaze sent fire through his veins and shivers across his skin, and he knew you were suffering in the same way he was.

he waited for a natural end to his current conversation, but instead of moving on to mingle with more people as he had been the entire night, he grabbed your hand in his and slipped down a hallway.

his mouth is on yours before the door to the bathroom is even fully shut. he blindly fumbles with the lock behind him before grabbing the back of your thighs and setting you on the counter. his lips are so soft and supple, pushing and pulling against yours in a perfect rhythm. sparks of arousal shot through you with every swipe of his tongue and graze of his teeth.

you don’t know how long the two of you spent kissing, but you do know that you are growing more and more desperate for him with every passing second. your already wet panties are now completely soaked and he hadn’t even really touched you yet.

he slips his fingers in your hair, pulling slightly to tip your head back in order to give himself access to your neck. as his mouth starts working the length of your neck you have to fight the urge to moan and whimper.

his lips trail up the side of your neck and he nibbles softly on your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “why so quiet baby? afraid someone will hear? don’t worry, by the time i’m through with you, you’ll be screaming by name.” he emphasizes his words by running the pad of his thumb over your nipple through your dress and you can’t help the little mewl that escapes you.

he smiles against your neck at the reaction before his mouth continues to trail down your body. when it reaches the swell of your breast he reaches up to pull down the neckline of your dress before wrapping his lips around your nipple. you feel his tongue flick across the sensitive bud and your back arches, pleasure shooting straight to your core. you choke down moans as he continues to work his mouth across your breasts, biting down on your lip in an effort to keep quiet.

you can’t believe you’re doing this. you’re at an event where anyone could walk in. you know seungmin locked the door, but someone could still try to come in at any moment. or they could be walking by and hear you through the door. fuck, what were you thinking. you freeze slightly, muscles tightening more and more with every thought of how this could go wrong.

when he feels your body tense beneath him, he immediately stops and pulls away slightly to look at you. “are you okay baby? what’s wrong? did i do something?”

his instant concern tugs at your heartstrings and you can’t help but feel bad for stopping things.

“it’s nothing,” you say, suddenly feeling very nervous, “it’s just, i’ve never done anything like this before. it just seems crazy, what if someone finds us? what if-”

“hey, it’s okay,” he interrupts you and steps back slightly, his hands sliding down to wrap lightly around your waist. “we don’t have to do this if it makes you too nervous.”

“but i know you want to and-”

“no. we talked about this. just because i want to do something, doesn’t mean we have to do it. if you’re not into it, or it makes you uncomfortable, we won’t do it. this is about us and making sure we both enjoy being together and not just doing whatever i want. okay?”

the look on his face is filled with nothing but fondness and sincerity and you can’t help the way your heart melts a little. you nod in response and he leans forward to plant a kiss to your forehead before stepping away further.

"okay, now how about we get back out there and then afterwards i’ll take you home and show you all the horrible things i want to do to you.” he throws you a smirk and reaches out his hand, but instead of using it to get off the counter, you pull him back to you. he stumbles slightly and falls into you, caught off guard by your actions.

he opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can ask his question. “how about you just give me a little preview now?”

his eyes widen slightly for just a moment before lust takes over his gaze. he moves in closer, planting his hands on either side of your hips. “are you sure? like i said, i don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

"oh i’m sure," you grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer until your lips are almost brushing his. "i want you," your free hand slides down you palm his hard length through his pants, "and i want you now."

his eyes flutter shut for just a moment and a cocky smirk tugs at the edge of his mouth.

“deal.”

the word is barely out of his mouth before his lips capture yours again. his hands start roaming your body, reveling in and worshiping every dip and curve of your flesh. the kiss turns fervent, your desperation for each other taking over everything. you fumble with the buttons on his shirt while his hands slide the hem of your dress up until it’s bunched around your waist, leaving you exposed to him.

his hand immediately moves to your pussy, fingers moving your panties out of the way before sliding through your dripping folds. after a few teasing strokes, he plunges his fingers deep inside your cunt. he works you with his fingers, curling them with each stroke so they hit that sweet spot deep inside of you.

he moves his thumb to start rolling against your clit and his fingers continue thrusting into you. pure pleasure courses through your veins and his lips never leave yours, his mouth swallowing the moans and whimpers that pour out of you. when you feel like your very skin is going to burst into flames at any moment, you finally break the kiss, gasping for air as you try to speak. “you. need you. now. baby, please.”

seungmin groans in response, head dipping to press a chaste kiss to your shoulder before helping you undo his belt and slide his pants down to free his aching dick.

in one swift motion he buries himself deep in your cunt. passion overtakes his actions and he starts fucking you in earnest, every thrust shooting bolts of overwhelming pleasure through you.

his grip on your hips tightens and he grits his teeth, fighting with himself to hold back. “fuck baby, i’m not going to last long. not if you keep gripping my cock like that……fuck you feel incredible.” you brace your hand on the counter behind you as he continues to thrust into you at a relentless place and you feel a familiar knot start to build in your core. when he moves one of his hands between the two of you to play with your clit, you know it won’t be long before your high finds you.

as you feel yourself barreling closer and closer towards release you start to panic, realizing there is no way you’ll be able to keep yourself quiet. seungmin notices the stress in your eyes and just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he brings his hand up to cover your mouth. “bite down, baby.”

at his words your orgasm slams into you and you comply with his command, teeth sinking into his flesh as you choke back cries of pleasure. your vision goes white as intense pleasure overwhelms your system and you keep your teeth clamped down on his hand, his palm muffling the sounds that escape you as release washes over you in waves.

“that’s it baby, that’s my good girl,” he murmurs to you while slowly fucking you through your orgasm. “always coming so well for me, always so, so, fuck!” his hips stutter as an aftershock ripples through your body, squeezing his cock exquisitely. a mixture of your name and whispered curses pour from his lips as he spills inside of you, his cock pulsing as you pull every ounce of pleasure from his body.

his head drops to your shoulder and his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. “holy shit,” he murmurs after a few minutes while pulling back slightly to look at you.

“yah,” you breathe back, still in awe of what just happened. “holy shit.”

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roseykat · 1 year ago

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TITLE: Venom Biter

PAIRING: Minho x reader

SUMMARY: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.

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TAGS: breakups, hate sex, post-breakup sex, unprotected sex, swearing, angst, manhandling, push and shove, spitting, choking, oral sex (f!reader receiving), angst, strong hints of degradation, use of degrading names such as 'slut' and 'whore'.

A/N: this was originally meant to be for one of the days I had planned for Kinktober but I was up to my neck in work and I didn't want to post something sort of half-assed so I had to hone down on most of the work for this piece.

MASTERLIST

“Broke up?” Chan’s eyes refuse to blink. “You two broke up!?”

His confused filled stare shoots for the direction of his best friend, Minho, who quietly sits opposite him across the table. He looks slightly withdrawn or…off colour. It can’t have been the gruelling two hour lecture they finished before heading out to lunch. If it were that, Minho would be complaining his head off saying how boring it was or cursing himself for not changing his minor earlier.

He’s just not his usual self. In other social settings, he could talk until the cows came home. But the entire hour that they’ve spent together at lunch, Chan has been doing all the conversing and only receiving vague one-word answers. It wasn’t until he asked what was up with Minho that his friend dished out the news that he and his girlfriend - you, had split up.

“Why?” Chan proceeds, still swimming in shock.

A sigh leaves Minho’s mouth. He truly doesn’t feel like revisiting this subject. When he even thinks about the answer, all he can recall is the firey shouting match you both had the day things crumbled.

“It’s messy,” he replies with a cloudy and ambiguous answer.

“If you talk about it, then it might help you make sense of it all.”

He groans this time, “I really, really don’t want to do that. What’s done is done.”

“Done?” Chan questions, still not letting up on an interrogation. “You were in a relationship with Y/N, for years. You guys talked about a whole future together. That’s not something you just sweep under the rug and forget about.”

If there’s one thing he almost did forget about, it’s that you were friends with him - not just Chan, but the seven others as well. After all, it was Minho who introduced you to those select people whom he calls his brothers. They would’ve found out eventually if Minho refrained from telling them who you were dating all those years ago.

Though naturally, you became very close with them.

“We’ve both chosen to do that so there’s nothing really much left to dispute.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrow, realising he left out a crucial question to the situation, “why did you guys break up in the first place?”

Minho feels like he’s going to run out of sighs, “she doesn’t love me anymore and I don’t love her anymore. That’s literally all there is to it.”

“You’re telling me you both fell out of love - at the same time,” Chan responds, still having a difficult time trying to comprehend his friend's situation.

“Pretty much,” Minho confirms with a nod.

Chan finds that extremely hard to believe from his friend - the very person who would enter a different realm whenever he was in a five centimetre radius of you. His eyes would glaze over as if he were possessed; always fixated on you, he’d smile more than he usually would, and was comfortable in the space around you.

There had to be another reason, surely.

But it had almost been three weeks since Chan dissected the news out of Minho, and it was almost like pulling teeth trying to dive for the details. Each attempt was as fruitless as the next and in the end, Chan just plucked the same answers.

Regardless, it seemed to play out better than expected. Minho saved himself from having to dish out explanations as to why you wouldn’t be around anymore. As a result, telling Chan was the best option and since the others didn’t know, Minho was okay with him telling them so that he didn’t have to.

In saying that, Minho left out very central details of what happened leading up to the breakup. He never mentioned the constant fighting, the lying, the false accusations, the shouting matches, up until the point where you were both swimming in the toxicity the pair of you created.

He also absconded from the fact to Chan that not only did you both separate, but you’ve also both come to view the other differently and not through a good lens. Minho shouted it in your face the other day to which you did the same; “I hate you.” And that was that.

But his friends probably didn’t need to know all of that.

Since that day, you’ve been in the process of trying to find an apartment for yourself which isn’t easy. You want to remain in town and not too far out so that you don’t have a long commute to work, and at the same time, you don't want to break the bank trying to find a nice place to rent in the city. All in all, it was tough, but you were ready to just leave.

Having packed up the majority of your stuff in boxes, all you had to do was wait for landlords to contact you back about possible vacant apartments. Thankfully Minho was lenient in allowing you to stay until you found a place.

You slept in the spare room, mainly keeping to yourself and the boxes of things surrounding the space. Occasionally you would have to lock yourself in there and throw on some noise-cancelling headphones whenever Minho brought around another woman to sleep with.

It was his house, you knew that and now that you have no ties to him and he’s letting you stay, it was never your place to question his actions.

Still, that could never lessen the hurt. It was painful which is why you hated him so much. You don’t know how a person could move on so quickly after so many years of being told how much you’re loved. It was like he never meant it. With that being said, when you eventually managed to find a decent place, you were free from Minho.

All of your items were ready to be moved out, taking a couple of days to actually get them to your new place. In the tiring process, you also had to factor in your work schedule which meant it would take longer to continue moving your stuff. Nonetheless, you had the majority of your boxes out of Minho's house with only a few remaining that you needed to swing by and pick up.

"Something wrong?" he wears a blank look on his face when you arrive on the doorstep to his house.

"Some of my stuff is still here, can I come in to grab it please?" You ask politely. He gives a silent answer in return by opening his door wider for you to walk in before he goes back to whatever it was he was doing.

You make your way into the spare room where the last of your things remain, but there is one odd detail you notice as you approach the items. What was supposed to be taped down lids to the boxes had in fact been opened; not in the state you had originally left it in.

"Minho," you call out, hoping he heard you.

Sure enough, he did. Minho walks into the spare room with a puzzled expression, wondering why he's been summoned, "what?"

“Why are these open?” You ask, lifting one box off of the other to check if the rest were open as well. “Half of my stuff isn’t in here.”

“You were coming back for those?” he replies with a question.

“What the hell else would I be coming back here for?”

“That's what I thought when you got here,” he says. “I thought it was for other things that you left behind, not ones in these boxes."

Your eyes never leave his face, tracking any sudden shifts in his muscles to try to figure out if he’s actually telling the truth or not. Even though you and Minho aren’t together, you're sure he wouldn't do anything malicious out of spite.

“So why is half my stuff missing?”

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, “I thought you didn’t need any of it and that you left it here on purpose for me to deal with or throw out.”

“So what…” you trail off, expecting his answer. Minho hesitates for a few moments, sitting on the fence about whether he should actually tell you or not. But the least he can do right now is be honest.

“I told the…girl I bought around the other day that if she wanted anything-“

“No you fucking didn’t.”

“-she could have whatever was left in the boxes,” Minho finishes the rest of his sentence which would’ve been better for you not to hear.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you for leaving them behind in the first place!” Minho argues back, trying to defend himself here even though he knows he’s in the wrong. “You were gone for a few days Y/N, I thought you just left!”

“I never left them behind! I told you how long it was going to take my things to move!” You shout at him, tears brimming your eyes. “Now my stuff…”

The hurt genuinely sets in. Minho feels a sharp stab of pain in his chest when he sees how visibly upset you are. He knows that he’s been nothing short of a dickhead within the past month and now he’s gone and made things worse. It’s no point in him now to say that it was an honest mistake.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, truly.”

You shove him backwards into the dresser, knocking down some of the empty photo frames that were once homes for pictures of you and Minho, “you’re not sorry. You’re the fucking worst.”

Taken aback by your actions, Minho turns behind him to see the frames flat on the surface then looks back at you, “seriously Y/N, I would not have done that out of spite.”

“But it’s the fact that you still did it!” You raise your voice at him and shove him back again. “You didn’t bother calling or texting me about it when you should’ve!”

Minho predicts your next move and catches your arms to stop you from pushing him back impossibly further into the dresser. He shoves you back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed which causes you to land on it behind you.

Before the surprise kicks in, Minho is kneeling on top of you, nearly straddling your lower half as he starts pinning your arms to the side of your head. Yet with a split second of momentum to break free, you struggle but manage to flip the tables and pin Minho on his back.

You mount his hips before your mouth comes down to kiss Minho so aggressively that it takes him a moment to react. With any other woman that he’s slept with so far, he would allow them to be on top. But because it’s you, and supposedly hates your guts, not to mention his untapped pride, it’s not going to happen. So Minho fights back, kissing and biting nearly every part of your upper body in the process until you’re under him.

He sucks large, deep, red hickies into the skin of your neck, in places where everyone would be able to see them. Minho would want people to know that you’re just a whore he uses. Especially for the next guy you sleep with who would go down on you and see the myriad of hickies that Minho would eventually put between your thighs when he rips your pants down.

“Wanna play this fucking game with me,” he rasps before yanking down your off.

Despite being a dickhead Minho will still eat you out for prep. But it’s not soft and teasing when he does go down on you. It’s tongue and finger fucking you until you’re dizzy from how hard you’re about to cum. It gives you the opportunity to pull and tug on his hair until his scalp starts burning, forcing you to be as vocal as you’ve ever been.

His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot while his tongue and mouth work simultaneously. He’s always been good at giving head, but unusually better now that he’s relatively angry. In the back of your mind, you supposed it helped having not slept with anyone for a month, making it easier to reach that peak of delicious, eye-rolling ecstasy.

“Fuck!” you scream out, voice projecting throughout the room as Minho sucks on your clit. “Fuck you…you’re gonna make me cum.”

Those words are something Minho could never get tired of hearing you say. Even in the headspace that he’s in now, he wants nothing more than to hear how good he’s making your body feel. However, he doesn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know that you’re about to cum. When your walls seize and clamp around his fingers, when you’re trembling around his head, Minho knows what that means.

The quick drag of his fingers is only light work for him, pumping at a pace that has you panting to try and keep up with it. As a result, it’s not long before Minho brings you to your sweet release; a toe-curling burst of euphoria that has you silently creaming around his fingers.

He has no patience for you to descend from your orgasm, sucking his fingers clean as he pulls away from your pussy. He gets to unbuckling his belt faster than he can even comprehend that this is still happening.

“H-Hurry,” you whine, trying to quell the hunger for Minho’s cock while you wait.

His eyes squeeze shut, hissing as he coats his length with your slick, “shut the fuck up.”

Despite being in a haze post-orgasm, you manage to sit up quickly to turn and push Minho down by his shoulders. You find yourself straddling his hips once more, reaching down and behind for his cock, aligning it with your hole. Minho allows you to work for it yourself, watching his cock vanish by the second as you sink down.

“Mmm…f-fuck,,” you whine, unable to come to grips with how much you miss him filling you out.

Taking a couple of slow strokes up and down allows you to realise that never in your wildest dreams could you ever imagine hate sex with Minho would be this…rough. Both of you pushing, shoving, and manhandling each other around, speaking to each other with such disregard for the other person's feelings – beyond the point of degradation.

“Come on,” Minho grunts, fingernails embedding themselves into your hips so that the indents remaining become as equally as vibrant as the hickies blooming on your neck.

You look down at him with disgust before your hand lowers to his throat, choking him out by the sides of his neck. That familiar feeling of restriction to Minho forces him to repress his sick enjoyment of it, even more so when you start really riding him.

“Fuck you,” you strain out, trying to assert some degree of control even though you’re battling with oversensitivity from your previous orgasm.

You slam your hips down repeatedly, building up a good pace and rhythm that’s enough for small moans to force their way out of your mouth. With a cock like Minho’s, it’s impossible to keep quiet no matter how much you try. However, as you work for your own orgasm, you don’t want to give him any satisfaction by making him think that he’s the one doing it; yet in reality, he is.

Nonetheless, you continue to use him just as much as he’s using you until the luxury of pleasure accelerates in the pit of your stomach. In saying that, it doesn’t take long for Minho to find that information out as you continue to ride him. The observation is clear-cut;

“Nobody’s fucked you since me haven’t they?” He asks you breathlessly, watching you roll your hips deliciously over his cock. “Know how I can tell? Because you keep fucking clenching around my dick.”

Your eyebrows furrow, struggling to find an answer for him because he is right and that’s not your fault, “s-so what? Want me to stop?”

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He argues back, too proud to say ‘no’. “Just…just keep moving.”

A firm hand of yours catches his taut jaw, and while his mouth is open, you lean down and spit right in it.

You curse right at him, “fuck you.”

His eyes lock with yours and for a moment, Minho is shocked, but not in a bad way. In that moment you despised him so much that he made you do something a normal person would find disgusting. Although it’s not long before a sick smirk spreads across his face, failing to pretend as if he didn’t just enjoy that, swallowing it back.

“Course you’d be into that you fucking whore,” he rasps, his body jolting every time your hips slam down.

“I’m not the whore who’s taking it,” you snipe back at him.

Your comment riles Minho, resulting in him nearly bucking you off his body before flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks both of your hands behind your back as something for him to latch onto when he pushes his cock back into you, and starts fucking hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck…” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

The new angle makes his dick slip in just that extra bit deeper, achieving a sensation which you miss all too much. With the amount of relentlessness that Minho puts behind his thrusts is nothing but a fast, brutal, and unforgiving type of fucking. He’s not holding back with you, no matter how much you hate him and he hates you, he will fuck you to tears.

“Such a fucking slut,” he drives forward nastily. “Needy, loud, slut.”

Your choked moans and whimpers are typical responses to hearing him call you that name again. In bed, if you weren’t his lover, you were his slut. Minho wouldn’t care less if the bed broke beneath him trying to fuck you like the whore you always wanted him to treat you as. But it was phenomenal.

Now, that’s only a distant memory clawing to come back.

“Make me cum…make me fucking cum,” you demand, acknowledging how close you are to the cliff of ecstasy.

Minho's breathing picks up from hearing the pure desperation in your voice, and so does his pace. His only release is not but a minute away, respecting that and also his motive to continue rearranging your guts.

Yet the possibility of keeping up any longer draws to a short term. Minho’s hold on your wrists behind your back becomes a solid death grip with no chance of escape until the wet heat from your pussy has his hips jumping out of rhythm.

His head tilts to the sky, the pleasure screaming at him from the base of his cock, “y-yes, fuck I'm cumming.”

At that very instant, Minho’s release rocks him over. His hands let go of yours in lieu of grabbing onto your ass instead. The pain and sting of his fingernails scraping deep into your flash forces strained whimpers and mewls from your throat, helping to push you over the verge of your second orgasm.

“Y-Yes, cumming, oh fuck-” you cry out with a shaky voice, stiffening while your hole seizes rhythmically around Minho’s length.

The pleasure is throat-gripping, making you forget the words to express how good you feel. Except, in the vapour of your orgasmic haze, you still don't want to accept the fact that it's Minho who makes you feel that way.

He pauses for a moment then thrusts hard back into you, making you keep the warm load that you were so undeservingly given, regardless if your walls are spasming and contracting it out. Then just as he was fast to try to get inside you, he's just as fast when he pulls out and flops beside you.

The air in the room becomes breathable again now that your heart rate isn't racing to the heavens, but picks back up quickly when you decide to hop off the bed and get dressed. You couldn't care less if you were sore and unbalanced. The thought of staying in the room with Minho any longer was suffocating.

“About your stuff,” he starts, filling the silent void with an exasperated voice. “I’ll try to get it back.”

You zip your jeans up, “don’t bother. I know you did give it away for whatever reason, but for what reason is something I’m betting you’ll take to the grave with you.”

Minho is up and now following suit by putting his clothes on. If now is the time to get one thing off of his chest, it’s now. Since the day you both separated, there has been no proper conversation. Both of you are too stubborn to admit wrongs and fix rights, but in your eyes, it's too far gone. There’s no going back to a good thing that was once more.

"I won't if we can just talk it out," he offers the opportunity to you.

“Minho, the nights that I had to listen to you fuck someone else in the next room right after we just broke up was a clear sign that we did not need to talk it out. All it made me do is realise that you didn't actually love me."

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head as you hear a twinge of desperation in his voice like he's pleading his case. "That's not true at all."

"It is though," you correct him. "You were free to sleep with whoever you wanted to because we had broken up at that point, but not a day after that did you wait."

Minho follows through with his explanation, “I was trying to get you out of my head. Spending too long just thinking about you makes me want to lose it. It didn't mean that I never loved you before."

“So you’re just going to continue being delusional? To fuck your way through trying to forget me?” You question, nearly laughing. "I honestly think you're just being pathetic."

He shrugs, “if it means that I don’t have to feel heartbreak, then yes.”

Part of you gets it. Minho’s found a vice and is using it as a tool to deal with his pain. But you’re in pain too, and you haven’t done anything to upset him ever since you split. Maybe it is as bad for him as he says it is. Maybe he doesn’t truly know how to navigate himself out of this like you’re attempting to.

It’s almost a rebuttal to your statement about whether he truly loved you or not; if he’s using other people to drive the thought of you out of his brain because it’s too painful to deal with, then maybe you were more than just a lover to him.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I cannot stand being around you anymore because of how much it hurts to know that you're not actually with me. I'd rather try to forget your existence in order to not feel that type of heartbreak," Minho explains, his words coming from a place inside him that must've just opened up.

But he continues, "the second we split, I needed every last memory of you out of this house. But I know that this hurts you too and that this past month I’ve hurt you and that’s no justification to say that my reason is because you mean more than my entire life.”

There’s an ache in your chest that you’ve never felt before, a blend of all the emotional pain that could’ve been prevented had the two of you just talked. But that ache is fuelled by the fact that you can hear the waiver in Minho’s voice, and even though his back is still turned to you while he sits on the edge of the bed, you’re sure he’s crying.

A/N: Dare I say that I want to make a part 2 to this where Minho and reader try to rekindle, things are pretty tender but they sort of want to make it work...

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader

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Pickles Played Persona 5 Tactica and Has Some Words

I finally finished Tactica and its DLC sans some challenge stuff and I do wanna do some cleanup, but I thought I'd write a review for it.

It's long (like, 3k words long) and there's spoilers and overall... it's an Okay(tm) game, but... here, just lemme talk about it a bunch:

Alright, I'm not gonna mince words.

Persona 5 Tactica is not a game I can reccomend to anyone.

But is it a bad game?

Well, no.

But I have no idea who it's for.

Maybe it's for people who want more of the P5 characters? Not exactly? Both stories' focal points are on new characters and the Phantom Thieves just kinda happen to be there. There are some nice interactions, but this isn't a story about the PTs like Strikers.

Is it for people who like tactics but aren't really into P5? Well... it might be the other way around, actually? It's an okay tactics game with persona elements, but both parts of that are watered down when compared to base game persona and other tactics games like XCOM.

With that being said, lemme just ramble about what I thought about the story and gameplay.

THE STORY

The best way I can sum up my feelings about Tactica are "the story was told well, but I'm not sure if I liked it." This is a game that's less about the Phantom Thieves and more about Toshiro and Erina and focuses around the internal conflict of rebellion versus self-preservation.

Toshiro is probably why I'm neutral towards the game At Best. Erina grew on me but Toshiro...

Ehh.

At the beginning of the game, he's a big wimp and he's constantly telling the PTs and Erina that they have to be careful. From a theming standpoint, Toshiro's behavior makes perfect sense.

But from the petty bitch inside of me, this is infuriating because not only do YOU know that this is the Phantom Thieves that have taken down Shido (and also Yaldaboth), but TOSHIRO knows it as well and he's being Like This.

Like, he kinda sucks in the beginning and does so for the first two acts, understandably, but by the third act, when The Big Persona Moments happen, my opinion of him just kinda stayed the same. They swayed in a different direction, but... still on the negative side of the spectrum.

The reveal of Erina as Toshiro's Persona... makes sense. She's Toshiro's spirit(?) of rebellion and is based off of his classmate that once inspired him to stand up for himself and others.

Did I like this revelation?

Hell no, I was punching my thigh and screaming in voice call "No fucking way, Toshiro's so lame, though" as loud as I could without upsetting my parents in the other rooms.

From this point on, Toshiro now has the resolve to do what's right, even if it's scary... but he comes off as a little too strong in my opinion. I kinda have the same feelings about Zenkichi once he gets his persona in Strikers. In the beginning they feel like a new character meant to balance out the insanity that is how the metaverse is, but once they get their persona, they're full on inundated in the anime stand battles and they're a little too extra about it.

Having two full acts of "hey guys maybe we shouldn't help the hat people out of hat people slavery," pivoting into "WITNESS OUR POWER AS ONE" has the same vibes as a relative who's not really an asshole, but one that you've been trying to convince for years that economic inflation is the reason why our generation can't live comfortably, and once they finally understand, they come off a little bit too strong and righteous about it that you're not sure they're genuine or if this is a "he's a little confused, but he's got the spirit" situation.

And then god happens.

In persona games, I usually don't fully understand how or why the god-being is doing all of this, but I especially can't wrap my head around how they work in Tactica. It's mostly because Toshiro's metaverse is kind of a Silent Hill kinda deal where it's a mental torture labyrinth for him personally, as opposed to Mementos, which is naturally the collective unconscious, connecting everyone's minds and hearts together.

The jump from "I'm going to bully this one guy in particular" to "now EVERYONE will be as lame as Toshiro" is lost on me. Maybe politics?

It's... it's fine, there's no reason to lose sleep over it.

The ending of the story is nice and reasonable, though. It sorta redeems Toshiro for me. It's one thing to yell in your own metaverse hellscape how you're going to do the right thing, but once he's back in the real world, he actually stands up to his dad and fiancé and steps down from his political position to build it back up from scratch, but better.

And, yeah! I respect that.

That being said, though, the game isn't devoid of new Phantom Thief interactions. There's some good ones like Futaba "I don't kinkshame" Sakura, casually bi Joker as seen in that one "who would you marry" bit, and a guys only sidequest in which they think they're looking for Toshiro's porn stash (yeah, I know) (it's not). I wouldn't say it's crumbs, but you're not getting the whole loaf that you'd get from, say, Mementos Mission or Strikers.

The story also does this thing where the Phantom Thieves can relate with Toshiro's issues, but something about it feels... off.

Toshiro's in an arranged marriage with Marie for political reasons! Just like Haru! His fiancé sees him as a pushover! Kinda like Makoto! His mom died when he was young and he blames himself for it! Wow, Yusuke and DEFINITELY Futaba can relate to that!! Eri, the real person that Erina is based on, had to transfer schools because she was accused of a crime! Gee, that SURE sounds familiar-

Part of me thinks I'm being a little too unfair on the game for creating parallels like this because Strikers also kinda did this. But in Strikers, the PTs being able to connect with the jail rulers was integral to the plot. Here, it's just kind of a wink wink nudge nudge kinda thing.

And my knee-jerk reaction to that is a small "I get it, shut uuuup."

Again, and overall because I think that rounds out what I have to say about the story, P5 Tactica's main story isn't bad. It's told well, but I'm not necessarily the biggest fan of it.

GAMEPLAY

I've only played Strikers and I don't think I've played a true tactics game, so I don't know how much weight my opinions hold.

So um.

I dunno, the gameplay was fine.

The pacing is weird because it's kind of a visual novel first, and a tactics game in-between, but I got used to that after a bit.

It's a really simple tactics game and... yeah things don't get too complex outside of sometimes there are buttons that'll open doors or raise and lower platforms, sometimes height matters, but the mechanics don't get too crazy outside of certain boss battles.

The game revolves around downing enemies to get Once More's so you can either encase the enemy in a triangle formed by your units to initiate an All-out Attack or you can chain together Once More's to extend your unit's range and move them across the map. This mechanic took a bit for me to understand fully, but I never really got tired of doing it.

Boss battles were kind of hit or miss in this game. The fights with Toshiro's Dad and Salmael I enjoyed as they were kinda formatted as "here's a weird stage, go figure out what to do." However, Marie and *checks notes* "the scary Eri Natsuhara that Shadow Toshiro made" I didn't care for as much since they changed the game from "your decisions on where to move your units are key for this" to "you need to do exactly as we say." Which always kinda sucks, y'know?

Character selection is also kind of a weird thing in this, too. It doesn't seem like it matters who you take with you into missions, which... feels weird to me considering past Persona games. The elements have all been kinda smooshed down into less of a weakness thing, but just a special move that can hinder movement, do damage over time, or change enemy placement entirely, but which type of special you bring along doesn't seem to be as crucial as other Persona games. Each character has a slightly different attack, gun spread, and movement limit, but it wasn't anything drastic that I noticed apart from Haru (she is very slow but apparently hits like a truck) and possibly Morgana (his attack was very weak for me, but I'm not sure if that's because I didn't have him kitted out properly or that's intended).

I played the game almost entirely with Joker and Ann, while swapping between Erina and Ryuji for the last slot and I didn't run into any problems.

The last stretch of the game is... a strange one gameplay wise. Toshiro becomes a party member except... he's Different(tm). He doesn't get a skill tree, is a permanent fourth party member, and can initiate All-Out Attacks, but isn't a part of the triangle that forms it. He does have a gun, but it's in the form of a 0SP attack that Ernesto/Erina can use... that also happens to ignore walls entirely. And he also gets Almighty attacks, which kinda just do big number damage for way more SP.

It's hard to say if the game did a good job scaling the level difficulties to incorporate a fourth party member as staying on top of your persona fusing, weapons, and the skill tree can kind of make the game a breeze. I also played on the normal difficulty, so maybe in harder difficulties, Toshiro becomes more of a necessity than a party member that breaks the game.

My only big gripe with the game is just... the weirdness of the undo button. I don't know how it is in regular tactics games, but the undo in this game doesn't work on a "clear the last action this unit did" basis, but on a turn basis. If you happen to screw up on turn one, unit one, you have to back out COMPLETELY to the mission start screen, which is hella annoying especially if you're playing on the Switch because of the load times.

"But Pickles, what about the DLC? Surely you have just as many thoughts about it?"

Y'know?

I actually don't.

I liked Repaint Your Heart a lot. Again, it's less a story about the Royal Trio and more about Guernica, but it's closer to the traditional Persona 5 story format where they're changing someone's heart. This story also had much higher emotional... fidelity? I guess you could put it?

Guernica needed to remember her main inspirations for creating art - being abandoned and homeless and her big sister dying because of it and she embraces that anger against society into art that inspires hope in people less fortunate. While being groomed into a political pawn from basically birth and then, later in life, being thrown into your own mental hellscape sucks, in terms of emotional weight, Toshiro's story feels like a feather compared to Guernica's.

Also her design is just cool and the paint aesthetic is definitely more my speed.

In terms of Royal Trio content, I think this was the best case scenario we could expect from Atlus.

Emphasis on "from Atlus."

Yeah, we didn't get Black Mask Akechi, but there are MORE THAN ENOUGH moments where he lets the facade slip. His default spell is Megidola, but his skill tree lets him have both Light AND Dark spells. He'll cuss at you if you hit an enemy into him. I don't know what he's doing viscerally screaming half the time he summons Robin Hood.

Sumi. Is also there.

She is fine.

Guernica's connection to the thieves is also written in the same way as Toshiro is, in that it's a little shoehorned in and doesn't add to the story beyond that. After finding out that Luca is Guernica's sister that died, Sumi definitely feels motivated and inspired to help her out, but Akechi also being an abandoned child, scorned by society, and angry at the world because of it is never touched upon. This is probably for spoiler reasons, but... still.

Because this is a story that takes place during Sae's Palace in the main game, they all have to have amnesia about it in the end. Which, understandable, and at least no one in the trio had extensive character development but...

*clenches fist*

Man,

Having tackled this after the main game, I enjoyed the gameplay a lot! It's basically P5 Tactica but with Splatoon mixed in. When a unit is on a tile painted the opposite color for them, they can be instantly knocked down and combo'd on, which adds a whole extra layer of complexity to the game. I wish there were a few more levels to play, but the length of the DLC never overstays its welcome.

Hokay.

If you made it this far, congrats! You reached the end. And my tl;dr section.

I think that's just about it on what I cohesively have to say about P5 Tactica. This isn't a terrible game by any means, but I don't know if the audience it's intended for actually exists. It has a just okay story and just okay mechanics, but the DLC has a more than okay story and the core mechanics are given a fresh coat of paint (yeah, boo, I know) that makes the game more interesting. I would not go paying $80 USD to experience the DLC alone, though.

Thank you for reading my review if you made it all the way to the end! P5 stuff (well, mostly Akeshu) has been my muse these past few years and playing a game that was "just okay but why did they..." got into my brain real bad, so I wanted to write some stuff out.

I'll close this out with some bullet points of thoughts that I couldn't really cohesively fit into my review:

I really really liked how they got little costumes for the old timey Japan kingdom and I was hoping we'd get more of that and every kingdom was based on a new theme... but we only got three kingdoms and the last one before "Smithy's Forge from Super Mario RPG" was............ School.

SATANAEL'S BACK IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS (BUT ONLY POST-GAME)

Erina also being Ernesto thing is mostly weird to me because she's still her own entity but also not???? The possible genderfluid connotations are cool though.

There's a quest where Haru asks Yusuke how to be fast. Yusuke tells her she has to "Become a Black Hole." I do not know what this means.

After the quest, Haru says that even though the axe slows her down, she's very partial to it as her father didn't like her chopping wood as a kid, but she'd sneak out and do it anyway. She later found out that her dad knew she was doing this, but decided not to scold her for it. She took this as a sign of kindness from her father and that's why the axe is so special to her. I do not know what this means as Haru's father was a horrible capitalist who basically tried to marry her off in pursuit of power.

The weapon designs in this game are generally kind of silly, but I appreciate that they exist in the game. There's a chompy gun with teeth that Joker gets and I really like it :)

God the Lyn tracks from the DLC FUCK

...what

Futaba says "sus" at one point in the end

#persona 5 tactica #p5t #Y'ALL ASKED FOR THE HOT TEA #THIS IS AS REASONABLY SCALDING I COULD MAKE IT #oh fug I almost forgot #thank you to all the friendos who looked through this for me before I posted it!!

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gaslighttragedy · 1 month ago

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The Silver Shadow

Summary : In this story, Bucky and Andrea, an unconventional pair forced to work together even though they are constantly arguing; Sam is usually the mediator between them. Bucky does not trust Andrea, and Andrea does not trust Bucky. (Prologue is a flashback.) Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Original Female MC named Andrea, her FC is up to you, but I imagine a Shailene Woodley type character. (Bucky not seen in prologue. Main Interaction is with Tony Stark.) Words : A little under 1K. Warnings : Nothing notable in this prologue. Note : Suspension of disbelief is required ; I took a lot of liberties with the story, timeline and series of events. Other note : I wrote this in 2021, and let it in my google doc drafts. I found it, and thought maybe i could do something with it. I had a few ideas written down for the next chapters, so if people like this, I might continue? Prologue | Next Chapter Masterlist

Montreal, Summer of 2012.

The clicking and tapping of fingers on the black computer keys were the only thing that could be heard inside the small room. That small room was serving as the temporary headquarters for what the brunette doing the actual typing considered her best operation yet. Usually, she'd have some music playing in the background, but the playlist she'd been playing had stopped a while ago and she didn't bother to start a new one. No, she'd been having way too much of a blast. Infiltrating the Canadian Government's website to change every mention of Prime Minister Harper's name to Asswipe McStupid was the most fun she's ever had on a job. The real reason she was infiltrating the server was a tad bit more complex, but the prank added a little bit of flair to the task. Plus, it paid well, since she risked actual prison if she got caught. But then again, she always, always, had a fail-safe.

She only had about two minutes left to put the final touches on the malware she'd then upload on the government's server while the files she needed were uploading to her computer before the intrusion was traced back to her location and she was typing as fast as she could. That's when she heard it.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Fuck! She was supposed to have more time, god damnit! How could they have found her so fast? It was impossible! As she continued typing frantically, she was trying to understand where she messed up. Prison was not an option, and she didn't want to use her fail-safe. She'd never had to use it before on a big scale, say, on the military ops that would surely find her now.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Louder, this time. The pounding she was hearing seemed to come almost directly from behind her. How did they get up to her so fast? She was on the 19th floor! It's not like they had power suits or jet packs to get to her that fast! The file she needed from the server was already exported to her computer, and she barely had time to close up everything before she heard the last barrier between her and the rest of the world fall behind her.

BOOM.

As soon as she heard the door go down behind her, the cybercriminal threw her hands up, and for just a second, it felt like time stopped. She didn't hear a sound, which was surprising, since she thought a thousand men would be there to arrest her. That's usually what happens when you get caught stealing secret files from undocumented government projects. But she didn't hear a thing. The overwhelming desire to turn around was strong, but she stayed there for what seemed an eternity before she heard his voice.

"I knew you were strong, but that's..." He said, with a little bit of… could it be envy in his voice?

She'd heard his voice before. Everyone in America knew that voice. He'd been on TV, on the radio, and his name was as admired as it was feared. He'd made a spectacle a couple of years back, and because of it, his name would go down in history.

"Jarvis," he continued, "Is she really stopping the suit right now?"

"It appears so, Sir. I've lost all control of the suit's motricity."

The brunette sighed as she finally dropped her hands to her side, simultaneously releasing Tony Stark from her hold.

"I thought I made my position on your offer very clear, Mr. Stark." She said as calmly as possible.

"And I thought you might want to reconsider." He replied with confidence. "Your abilities, they're worth putting to good use."

The hacker got up from her chair and started to pack her computer as fast as she could. She was losing time, and the longer she stayed in this spot, the more likely she was to get caught. She turned to Stark, who was still trying to convince her to do something she'd never agree to.

"Mr. Stark, as I've said twice before, I'm not joining your team of superheroes, or whatever you called it…"

"Avengers." He said, cutting her.

She casually dismissed him with the back of her hand, making the red suit rattle.

"Avengers, Shmamengers. I don't care. I'm not doing it. Final answer."

"This is not Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. You can't just say final answer." Tony said, aggravated.

As she put her black messenger bag over her shoulder, the woman approached the famous Tony Stark and patted him on the shoulder of this suit, and with the flick of a wrist, put a big dent on it. It wasn't a warning, because he knew she'd easily overpower him. She did it just for fun. Just to mess with him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Stark." She said with a sly grin.

"Jarvis, please advise Fury that Silver Shadow is a no-go." He sighed to his AI as the brunette was leaving the concrete building.

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #winter soldier #fanfic #bucky x OFC #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x female character #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #marvel fic

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knullanon · 2 years ago

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could we get some more platonic yandere doc ock?

sure! I love writing about this guy, even if it sometimes comes out bad lol

words: 1183

warnings: drugging, arguing, fighting, kidnapping, lmk if I missed any!

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won't really let you out anywhere. to be fair, there would probably be a lot of things he would give you to entertain yourself with, but if your an extrovert you might as well just shrivel up and die because there will be no talking to anyone until you are either able to escape or if there's a guest.

speaking of giving gifts, it's one of his favorite forms of talking to you when he first takes you. since you're either giving him the silent treatment, or are just not in a good state at all, he would just slide them over or try to present them to you when you weren't screaming, crying etc.

it would be anything he believed you liked. if he saw you mentioned something about a certain clothing brand or style, he would get you different outfits based on that. if he knew you liked video games, he would pick out a few that he thought you would like. or even if you liked doing certain activities, like playing an instrument or making art.

he likes getting you gifts you can use or interact with, as it gives him an opportunity to talk to you about something other than you just begging to go home. he likes just talking to you about different things or even letting you ramble about your interests.

however, sometimes he would give you gifts based on his own interests. for example, he'll give you books that he has read or books he enjoys rather than what you might like. or if he's working on a certain project, he might get books on how the actual project works. maybe he'll even give you blueprints for it.

sometimes, when there's nothing for him to finish or do, he'll order something he knows you'll like and set up a table and just have the both of you eat and talk. while it may be awkward at the beginning, he is also very persistent and will try anything and everything to make you talk, even if it's some rant about something you are very strong about.

he likes watching you talk about different things and how you react more on certain topics than others. he likes making mental notes in his head and writing them down later. do you like this show more than others? do you argue more over certain people? he keeps it in a secret little file he has stored in his computer.

actually, sometimes if you're unavailable for whatever reason, usually if you're asleep and he doesn't want to bother you, he'll look through your old messages, videos, and pictures, usually from your phone, to see how you were. what you liked.

this also comes in handy when he knows who you remember the most. your parents? your friends? if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would most definitely kill them. wouldn't even hesitate. to him, they're unnecessary and a waste of time.

wants to be someone you care about, who you look up to. he tries his best to make himself appear more friendly, or almost better, just to try and connect with you.

you can't really escape that well. even if you do, he probably has you somewhere where either there are guards around every corner, or there are other villains (usually people who he works with frequently) who have no problem ratting you out, or dragging you back.

even if you were able to somehow avoid both, it would be a miracle if you were able to find a place to hide. even spiderman couldn't help you at that point. otto has money, power, and a bunch of people who are experts in finding missing people. unless you have the equivalent or better connections than he does, you will be out of the lair for at most a month. probably not even two.

he gets protective easily. very easily. since you never have anyone to talk to, if you talk to someone who is just visiting, he pushes them away (literally) and then tells them to basically mind their business. you would then be locked out of whatever room they were in until the visitor leaves, and then he would just sulk or pout for the rest of the night.

however, he can also lose his shit if you piss him off too much. depending on how you did it, though, can lead to different reactions. if you aren't paying enough attention in his eyes, he'll force the both of you to hang out, or he'll just hold you in his arms. if you pissed him off by hitting him, yelling at him, crying, he would just straight up drug you. nothing to make you fall asleep, more like to make you out of it, like weed.

he might even get you used to it on a certain day or time, just so that he can have his time with you. of course, this is only if you continue to act out. he won't tell you that he gave you anything, but if you confront him about it, he basically shuts down anything that makes him sound wrong. he won't deny it, but he will point the blame in your direction. that you don't know what you want in life, that everything he does for you is either because you need it or you deserve it, and that he gives you everything you could ever want and you still fight with him.

if you piss him off way too much, he will just start arguing with you. it's not going to be some equal kind of argument, either. he will make you feel like crap for saying anything in the first place. he will tell you that no one outside even cares about you. he will even bring up things that happened before he took you, that he just wants the best for you. he might even start yelling at you if you try to interject.

basically, he scares you into submission. even if you try to tell him you understand, he won't care. he'll continue to argue with you until he feels like his point has been made, that you won't argue or complain again. he won't ask you for permission for anything, he if wants something from you, he will take it. he won't give you any affection or praise, he will just stare and talk without any emotion. it might even be several days before he goes back to his normal old self.

of course, this is only if you make him too mad. he kind of regrets it afterward, as he feels like it was too harsh, but the actuators just tell him that even if it was a mistake, what was done is done. there is no way to change what had happened.

overall, otto is not that bad so long as you don't make him mad. he'll give you anything you ask for, anything to make you happy, and he gets very possessive very quickly if for some reason anyone is around you.

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I hope you guys like it 💗 sorry if it seems rushed, I'm kinda sad rn and not feeling well mentally :(

#yandere otto octavius #yandere otto octavius platonic #yandere otto octavius x reader #yandere doctor octavious x reader #yandere doctor octopus platonic #yandere doctor octopus imagine #yandere doctor octopus #yandere doctor octopus x reader #yandere doctor octavious platonic #yandere marvel #yandere marvel imagine #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel comics #yandere marvel platonic

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chaotic-theatrical-weaver · 5 months ago

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I didn't forget your other asks, by the way! I just don't have answers to them yet. But I've been wanting to ask YOU:

How do you determine/decide when spoken dialogue stops and a song starts in musicals? When is the best moment for that? What point in a story--not to mention a specific scene? How do you know?

Good question! (Wow, what an honor to answer one of your asks for once! Thanks!) A musical with a book (in other words, one that isn’t sung-through) is structured differently from a play. A play keeps everyone talking almost all the time, regardless of particular moments of strong emotion, whereas a musical with a book builds emotion up in the spoken dialogue and puts the rest into a song. Typically, your song is going to give your audience insight into a character’s thoughts in a way that doesn’t work as well if you have him or her speak or act out something silently. This has to do with how much the audience already knows about the character based on his or her interactions with other characters. Characters in plays tend to say everything out loud in their interactions with other characters or in asides—obviously not in the sense that they outright state their emotions in a linear cause-effect format, but in the sense that their reactions and responses to the topics of conversation reflect their inner thoughts rather reliably. Even when they lie, audience members usually have the benefit of knowing it's a lie and can pick up on how that lie and its use in conversation reflect things about the character as a whole. Characters in musicals aren’t as forthright, not even the main characters. When this “silence”—perhaps a better term is “obscurity”—leaves us with gaps in characterization or motivation, musical writers like to put songs there to fill in the gaps! Aside from filling in gaps in characterization, songs can also serve to dramatize events, provide exposition, be a source of comic relief, and set up future developments, but you’ve got to be discerning so that the musical moments don’t feel gratuitous.

Since I assume that you are not seeking to write a jukebox musical the way I did, pick the musical points in a story based on key dramatic points or points that aren’t the most immediately clear. Aside from these main uses, you can use songs as transitions that foreshadow events to come, as brief lead-ins to a spoken scene that shows off an important development, or as ways to replace a spoken version of a scene that might take too long or be too flat. Soliloquies have largely gone out of style in modern theatre, so a song has taken up the role of pulling back the curtain on a character's inner process—unlike a soliloquy forcing the character to turn to the audience and explain it, a song lets the audience experience it while giving the character some level of privacy. The character is thinking, and you can see it, but it's not like he or she knows you're there and tries to put it in terms you'll understand or judge less. Overall, a song is a resolution of the buildup of tension or suspense, but it should also drive you forward.

Which moments often get the most songs (or, to put it another way, which parts are tense enough to warrant a song as resolution)?

Openings: Act One openings answer the question "what is this story about?"; Act Two openings answer the question "where are we going?"

Anything vital to understanding a character, be it motivations ("I Want" songs) or thoughts on a situation

Dramatizations of events that would drag on too long or feel redundant or underwhelming if spoken, including big enough comic relief moments

Dramatizations of big turning points in a character's arc or points of no return (sometimes these fit into the above category, but I'll make this a category of its own)—if a critical realization happens in song format near the end of the second act, this can be called an 11 o'clock number.

Finales: Act One finales pose the question "what remains in the cards for these characters?" as an unresolved moment of suspense; Act Two finales answer the question "what was the ultimate trajectory these characters took?"

Let's take a look at how one of my favorite book musicals, Dear Evan Hansen, handles the divide between speech and song.

Our opening number, "Anybody Have a Map?" introduces the Hansen and Murphy families and follows their respective mothers' struggles to connect with their sons. This establishes the theme of isolation as it applies to them and their children and shows the moms' motivations: to connect with and support them. Once Connor shoves Evan and calls him a freak, we get "Waving Through a Window" as a song describing Evan's motivation: to feel seen and important. We get two brief reprises of this song: the first one takes place as he writes the letter that will later be mistaken for Connor's last words, and it drives home this motivation of his. The second one establishes it as a motivation for the socially awkward go-getter Alana as well (foreshadowing of something not immediately clear). When the Murphys come to believe that he was Connor's friend, the beginnings of Evan's lie in "For Forever" take the form of a song because this would feel too long and underwhelming if spoken and because it's the first threshold. (Inability to correct a miscommunication is one thing; outright lying becomes another.) The next threshold, creating fake emails between Evan and Connor in "Sincerely, Me" becomes another song for the same reasons: it's another point of no return that would drag on if it were normal dialogue, especially due to its status as comic relief. When Zoe's mom tells her to read these emails, which supposedly show a softer side to the brother who mistreated her, Zoe argues that Cynthia is trying too hard to make everything perfect. "Requiem" therefore shows us her true thoughts and those of her family as they handle their bereavement in their own ways. Evan tells Zoe that Connor admired her but couldn't admit it; this takes the form of "If I Could Tell Her" for many reasons. It's a point of tension because the audience knows Evan is crushing on her and wants to know how he'll handle this; it would be disappointing for him to simply speak. It's a turning point for their relationship as Zoe begins to open up to the idea that there were good things about her brother. It's an expression of Evan's thoughts about his inability to connect with her. As the school begins to forget about Connor, Evan's imaginary Connor tries to convince a hesitant Evan to start a memorial project in his honor, appealing to the idea of telling people they matter. "Disappear" is a threshold because it takes the lie from being localized to reaching an entire community. With these grand appeals to the themes of isolation and identity, Connor needs to sing because Alana just spoke without touching on those themes. "You Will Be Found," the Act One finale, dramatizes Evan's speech about what Connor supposedly meant to him and shows the Internet community's overwhelmingly positive response. Now that the lie has reached an entire community, the song takes place. There is nothing that Evan could say without being anticlimactic, and showing this verbally would be too long and redundant. As we pass this particularly huge point of no return, this is a nice place to leave off when asking "what remains in the cards for these characters?" because the dissonance hangs over our heads; we know that although this has affected the community positively and even allowed the Murphys to connect with each other, Evan is still speaking based on a lie and can still be found out. End of act.

Act Two opens with a spoken scene where Evan and Alana announce that they are planning to raise money on Kickstarter to reopen an orchard in Connor's memory. Our Act Two opener is a brief reprise of "Sincerely, Me" in which Jared tries to insert himself into the fake friendship, and this acts as a lead-in to spoken dialogue in which Evan chastises him for doing so. This is the opener because it helps show us where we're going; the rift between Evan and Jared is one that Evan doesn't think much of considering how snarky and dismissive Jared has been previously, but it matters to Jared, as little as he shows it, and it shows that Evan is beginning to turn more self-centered. In the next song, "To Break in a Glove," Larry shows Evan a glove he bought for Connor and talks about how Connor ignored it, how to break it in using a weeklong method instead of a glove-ruining instant one, and the importance of perseverance. This gradually turns into Larry trying to justify to himself his more stern disciplinarian attitude towards Connor, which he is beginning to doubt. It would feel too on-the-nose to watch Evan and Larry talk their way into a surrogate father-son relationship with life advice gained from the glove as a symbol and a metaphor, so the song becomes a vehicle. Let's move onto "Only Us," where Zoe tells Evan she wants to date him because of who he is as opposed to any closure or information he may be able to provide for her regarding her brother. This shows us their motivation: they want to let the rest of the world disappear so they can move forward and escape into each other. It's also a turning point because important things disappear with the rest of the world. Sure enough, the next scenes feature Alana disappointed in Evan for neglecting his duties and Heidi disappointed that her son would let the Murphys become surrogate parents to him. Cue "Good for You" as this tension begins to come to a head; we get everyone's thoughts about feeling used and Evan laments that there is no erasing what has been done. A brief reprise of "For Forever" shows Evan's imaginary Connor taunting him into continuing to lie by reminding him of his motivation to be connected with others so as to avoid himself. In desperation to keep Alana from discovering him to be a liar, Evan gives her his letter, which supposedly contains Connor's last words, and she posts it to gain money for the orchard. The Internet turns on the Murphys during "You Will Be Found (Reprise)," a critical threshold. Evan admits his lie to the Murphys and to himself in "Words Fail," the 11 o'clock number. This is a turning point in his arc as he owns up to his motivations (being seen as worthy and escaping his brokenness), recognizes his reasons for his actions and their inability to excuse him, and decides on truthfulness from now on. Heidi consoles him in "So Big/So Small," gives him the space to admit his struggles to her, and promises that he will move forward and have her support in doing so. The finale takes place a year later as Evan reflects on his growth; he is now in a place where he can be more honest with himself without relying on others' validation or recognition to feel important.

If you've read all this, I hope it helps! For anyone else who might be reading this and seeking to do a jukebox musical, the same principles apply. (Granted, you can, as I did, write around the shared themes of your desired songs for an idea about the plot and then carve in specific little ways to put in something particular, but these guidelines are there to help you keep it organic and fitting with the theme and the storyline. There is nothing worse than a shoehorned plot point established for the sake of a fanservice song. Audiences can tell.)

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