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₃The Cameragirl³ || snc

After a cheeky reply you might've regretted, you end up dragged into the office to have a little... talk.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (both ways), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, alcohol consumption, no mention of Y/n

a/n: you asked, i delivered.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

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[u n e d i t e d]

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You thought about how lucky it was for the room to be soundproof, glad that nobody will hear your screams. Although... it would be quite pleasant to let everyone know how they please you, how they touch you like nobody else.

The way you know only them could do it.

You didnt expect this to be the way you'd be doing your cardio, but it seemed destiny had some other plans.

[hours before]

You were basically shaking as they took you back onto the office, the thought of them asking about your stupid comments instead of going with the flow like they always did.

It was too obvious to be jokingly flirting this time, and they noticed.

And you were scared shitless.

You didn't know if they would genuinely go ahead with it or maybe let you know they're not interested, which made your stomach growl in response to your anxiety.

Well, to your hunger as well. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

They just got to sit you down on the table before listening to your poor stomach. They laughed.

"Right. You just woke up." Sam said as you shamelessly nodded your head out of embarrassment. "Then let us eat before talking it out. Wouldn't like for you to pass out on us."

"Come on, then." Colby continued, extending an arm to you, which you cheekishly ignored and stood up from the table wilst puffing your cheeks out. "Giving me an attitude? Yikes." He laughed.

"Didn't even help me out when I was stuck in Sam's arms? Yikes." You replied, walking out of the room. You could hear their chuckles before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Heating yourself something to eat, they reluctantly got closer and sighed. "Hey, uh... we need to leave right now. There's this person we have to meet for another haunted place and this is the only time they have available. We completely forgot." Colby explained to you, looking back at his phone, guessing it was the message he received.

"Oh, okay. I'll be here, then." You said, giving him a side look before continuing making your food.

"You don't wanna come with us?" Sam asked.

"I wanna eat?"

"Right, right... well, we'll talk later, then. Don't think you're still safe." Sam smiled at you before walking away with Colby.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but when they left, you let out a big sigh you've been restraining.

You were safe, for now at least. While thinking of a way to try and avoid the topic all together, you got a message. It was a mutual friend of yours, asking you to come to a party.

Quickly agreeing at the false sense of hope you received, she told you that the boys were also invited. She also agreed upon picking you up beforehand, since you weren't really going to do anything anyways so being early and prepping everything up was also a nice way to keep your mind out of the gutter.

After eating, you basically had the whole day for yourself, so you might as well prepare yourself earlier.

Thinking about them, you thought cautiosly about what to wear.

And honestly?

You felt like you needed to push their buttons a little bit more tonight. Yeah, whatever happened a few minutes ago made you a blushing mess, but at the same time, boy... the adrenaline you got from it sure was fun.

Then again, you guys weren't exactly together... so what's wrong with wearing something a bit more... revealing?

And so, it was decided. Searching throughout your closet, you found a short dress that fit your criteria for the night. With a slit through the back that went down to heaven and short slits on the side, making your thighs almost pop out.

It wasn't something you usually wore. Heck, you forgot you had it for all you remembered, but it looked so good in your skin that you just had to use it.

A couple of hours passed by and you were already at the party, getting things ready before some people started coming through. It didn't take long before the place began crowding with people.

The host, your friend, has been under the influence even before it all began. You were starting to get a bit tipsy yourself, getting loose at the dance floor whenever a good song started playing.

"Hey, quick question." Your friend yelled at you. "Where's Sam and Colby? They said they were busy and didn't know if they were gonna come." She explained. Looking at her with confusion, you then remembered.

"Oh! They're talking to someone for their next investigation, that's why." Unbeknownst to you, you were merely half right. Yes, they were talking with someone about their next location, but they also denied due to other reasons involving you.

Thinking about it, you believed they weren't going to arrive at the party, therefore, you were somewhat down at the thought. You wanted to tease them tonight, but it seems that your plan wasn't going to happen.

It didn't step you away from having fun, though. Drinking, dancing, talking with friends... it was a good time. That is, until a random dude you've never seen in your life started approaching.

Disinterest in your eyes was visible, but the guy seemingly ignored it completely and kept making the cringiest remarks you've heard in your life.

He tried to get closer to you, reaching out to your waist before you could try and run away.

Your heart racing at a thousand per hour, his hands were rough, almost certain that there might leave a mark on your fragile skin.

"Won'tcha come with me tonight, 'lil mama?" He smirked, holding you tight and close to him, making you almost puke.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You tried to scream, tried to push him away but to no use. You were still weak from your recent investigation after all.

"Now, come on. Don't do this to me, honey." Holding your chin on place, he made you look at him. "I can make you feel really g-"

"Back off dude, she's taken." You heard a familiar voice before finally setting free from his grasp. Colby was the first one you saw, taking off the guys arms from you.

Another set of hands held you softly by the waist, pulling you closer, away from him. Sam. You looked up at his face, he seemed mad.

He looked at you, now worry in his blue eyes. "You alright?" He asked softly in your ear, holding one of your hands to try and comfort you. You nodded quickly, glad that you've been saved once again.

Looking back at the guy, Colby was pushing him away. A determined stare down from his side, making the guy that was trying to gain your attention chuckle.

"Where were you, huh? When she was having fun all alone in the middle of the room? You're just tryna pull her off as well. You dipshits are nobody." He snarled back at Colby, annoyance in both their faces.

"We're not gonna let shits like you touch our girl, understand?"

You could barely hear what they were saying due to the loud music from every side, but you surely heard that last part.

Their girl? What did that even mean?

A visible smirk on Colby's lips when he turned around to look at Sam. You didn't think the next set of actions were the respond to this childish kids play, but you could feel Sam's soft hands on your chin, making you look at him and his lips interlocked with yours in an instant.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, what was happening?

Was there a faucet running? Cause boy you were dripping wet. These men were driving you crazy.

You caught a glimpse of the now pissed guy walking off before Sam could pull away. When he eventually did, you looked at his smiling face for a second before reality hit you like a truck.

Your face flushed with a red tint on your cheeks. Looking back at Colby who was walking closer towards you, both of them now towering over you.

"I-I thought you guys weren't gonna make it?" You asked, genuinely confused now that you remembered your friend vividly explaining they were busy.

"We weren't, but our plans for the night switched places." Colby smirked at you, making Sam laugh at the remark, even more with your confused face.

You didn't understood at the time, but their plans were supposed to be you. "We finished earlier than expected, but then when we got home you weren't there." Sam explained. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, she told me to come here early to help her out, so..."

"Ah, so you've been here for longer?" Colby asked, putting his hand on the slit on your back. "I guess I can't blame the guy, such a revealing outfit for so many hours..." He continued, slowly caressing your back with his hand, moving his hand down your bare skin. "I don't think I'd be able to hold it on a minute longer if I were him."

Shivers went throughout your whole body after listening to his words. "So if you didn't know we were coming, did you put this on for everyone else to see?" Sam asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I'm a bit jealous."

Your lip was quivering. The plan was to flirt back and tease them if they eventually came, but right now, you were speechless. The touch of their hands making your legs weak and shaky. A sudden hand up the side slit of your dress from Sam caught you slightly off guard, caressing your hip softly.

"Showing this much skin... Is this dress yours? Why have we never seen it before?" He asked.

"I don't.. I-I don't use it often." You managed to reply before panting at the constant feeling of getting touched by them. The adrenaline of someone possibly seeing what they were up to with you was nerve racking.

"We'll make you use it more often then, but only for us." Colby whispered, holding your ass and making you let out a soft moan. "We might as well have to find another place to chat more comfortably, what do you think, Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded.

Holding your hand tighter, he started walking away from the croud and into a random room from your friend's house. Closing the door, they noticed the music was barely heard. "Soundproof?" Sam asked.

"Seems like it."

"Most her rooms are..." You explained, making them look at eachother with a smirk before looking back at you.

"Good. You won't have to worry about screaming our names too loudly tonight then." Sam said.

"W-wha-" You could barely manage to say before Colby lifted you up and walked you to the bed.

Sitting you down, you looked up at them towering over you again.

"You're not escaping us tonight. You know that, right?" Colby began, crossing his arms.

"We're gonna have that... talk. Right now if we need to." Sam said, making you gulp.

"Can the talk be a bit more... dynamic?" You opened your legs slightly, which made them smirk.

"It was going to be from the start, sweetheart." Colby said with a deep tone, putting his hand on the insides of your thighs, quickly getting his hand closer to your heat. You sighed when you felt it, Sam fixing your hair behind your ear before getting closer to your face for another kiss.

While you kissed back, your legs closed a bit by instinct when you felt him playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties. "She's so wet, Sam." He informed, making Sam chuckle in the middle of the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper inside when you opened your mouth.

They made you lie down on the bed while your heated make out session with Sam didn't give you a second to even breathe. You moaned slightly when you felt your legs being pushed apart.

Sam slowly pulled down your dress, leaving your boobs out in the open, he separated from your lips and sighed. "No bra or anything, it almost seems like she was expecting us to fuck her." He said, pulling back only to see your whole view. "Fuck." He whispered.

Colby took off your damped panties and threw them to the floor, pushing up the skirt of your dress to have a clear view of your pussy.

You could see him licking and biting his lips while admiring the view. While sam went back to your soft, tasty lips, he began kneeding one of your breasts, playing with your nipple. You whined at the feeling, your heart racing at the touch.

Not a minute later, you could feel your legs being slightly lifted and a tongue licking your pussy, making you moan in between the kiss, letting Sam's tongue slip back in once again.

Shaking, you could feel Colby's tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

Sam separated from your lips and started giving you wet kisses around your face, slowly descending through your neck and onto your boobs, nibbling at your skin before making its way towars your nipple.

Sucking at it, you moaned softly and held onto his hair for support, while Colby kept on sucking and pushing his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch he's able to.

While Sam started sucking and licking one of your nipples, he made sure you were kept entertained. Putting two of his fingers inside your mouth for you to lick, you began sucking on them while drowning the moans in between.

From all of the stimulation, it didn't take long for you to cum all over Colby's face. He cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure to look at your erotic expressions whilst having Sam's fingers in your mouth, drooling all over them.

They both separated from you. You were filled with a sense of loss for a moment, but nothing that was going to stay for long. Sam sat behind you, making sure you lied your back on his chest while holding one of your breasts and opening up your legs.

Colby, enjoying the view, waited patiently for his friend to make you feel good. "Let's make sure you can suck us up well, yeah?" Said Sam while slowly moving the hand he had in your mouth down to your pussy.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he teased for a moment before pushing inside of you, making you moan and pull back your head on his shoulder.

One finger, then two, then three.

He stretched you up good while Colby was busy taking off his pants and looking at everything his eyes could manage from the view.

"Make sure Colby can see your pretty face." Sam whispered, thrusting quickly with his fingers. You could feel his bulge quickly rising behind you, poking your back.

You did as told, looking at Colby in the eyes while moaning and whining, your legs shaking at the feeling of being stretched out. "Colby... fuck. I need you."

"What do you need, baby?" He asked seductively, putting out his dick while you moaned at Sam's teeth biting onto your skin.

"You.. your dick... please." You whined.

"You want him to also make you feel good?" Sam asked while squishing one of your boobs and you nodded rapidly.

"Yeah. Yeah, please. Oh, fuck. Please." Pleading in such an erotic way, they couldn't just say no. Sam's fingers left you right before you were on the edge of yet another orgasm, but it didn't take long for something even better to take its place.

Colby's tip was slowly pushing in, making sure to not hurt you. You opened your mouth, taking out your tongue as the feeling was euphoric. He got closer and sucked on it before kissing you.

When he was completely inside, he began thrusting slowly but surely. Quickly speeding up when he felt you were already getting used to his length.

Moaning his name out, you looked back at Sam and whined for him as well, touching his erection from behind you, making him grunt. "Sam. Take... take it out." You panted in between moans.

And he did as told, quickly pulling out his dick while getting on his knees so that you could quickly hold it and put it inside your hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck." He let out when he felt your tongue up his friend.

You were quick to put it inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while getting railed up by Colby. The vibration of your moans sent shivers down Sam's spine. Holding your head up for support, he began thrusting inside your mouth as well.

It was a dream come true, you were on cloud 9, almost fainting at the pleasure you were receiving from both ends.

You didn't take long to cum, neither did them. After all, those teasing were killing them as well, they were just trying to hold it long enough for you to release yourself first.

You gulped down Sam's juices before pulling out, panting when he did. You were beat. If you barely had any strength before due to the recent investigation, now you were sure of it.

They made sure to clean you up before fixing your dress, giving you kisses all over your body, looking at the now visible hickeys all over your skin. "Gotta let people know you're taken. We can't have what happened before again." Colby whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Breathing heavily, you nodded at them, not even entirely sure what you were agreeing upon.

"Well, that was a nice chat, was it not?" Sam said, smiling at your wobbly self.

"It really was, glad we could clear things up, right?" Colby continued. "I mean, I'm guessing you understand what we meant, right?"

You looked at him, getting your breath back together, smiling. "That you're my boys?" You asked, "Or maybe you have to explain it all over again, maybe I didn't understand what you meant."

They looked at eachother, smirking. "Then let us explain it again."

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"come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, i'm feelin' romantical."

thank you so much for reading <3 //also last part isn't a cliffhanger, we all know they went for round two, the end

smol taglist from those that wanted pt 3 *(sorry if you didn't want to be tagged): @oh-prettylady @lemonnightmare @honey-bees-13 @jupiter1700

~nikkõ

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danieyells · 2 months

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Tokyo Debunker Stigmas, Artifacts, And Other Possibly Combat Relevant Information

Since we've met all of our current ghouls, I decided to share my non-comprehensive list of the stigmas and powers and weapons of the ghouls we've seen so far!! This isn't all of them because they haven't all been revealed or explained. But it should be everything we've seen so far! Let me know if/where I've missed things! I've also mentioned some other details for some of them, namely the less human ghouls.

Jin Kamurai

Stigma

Incantation - Bianerus

Effect - forces the target to obey his command.

Currently cannot be activated without the PC's enhancement. At present, only Tohma, the PC, and few if any others know this.

Incantation can be recited mentally

Continuous commands("kneel") only seem to last a few minutes at most

Artifact

Sword - teleportation

Can be used to cut a portal into the air for teleporting someone with him, but doesn't appear to need this for just teleporting Jin

Tohma Ishibashi

Stigma

Incantation - Argeas

Effect - "lets him send vibrations long distances"

Vibrations include the vibrations from his voice, allowing his voice to carry longer distances, making him heard further away

When enhanced he can break through anomalous soundproofing and better specify the direction his vibrations carry(as neither Kaito nor Luca heard his voice from outside the room)

Artifact

Halberd - ?

Other

Tohma naturally has "brute strength" which, combined with his stigma, allows him to essentially make earthquakes.

Lucas Errant

Stigma

Incantation - Iggnaim

Effect - creates a barrier.

When enhanced the barrier becomes visible. It's significantly larger and supported by a large anomaly that's invisible to everyone but the PC and perhaps Kaito, even unable to be seen on cameras or by Luca himself.

Artifact

Twin blades - ?

Appear identical aside from a difference in color.

Smashed through reenforced glass to choose him as their new master.

Apparently sound to Luca like a crying child. He believes the child must be begging for his help.

Other

Carries around a knife.

Kaito Fuji

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - "can see auras sometimes?"

So far hasn't been seen/used, and Hyde didn't sound certain about what it does.

Kaito has notably enhanced vision, able to see things that are further away and surprisingly skilled at reading lips.

Kaito screams when Luca's stigma is enhanced, looking straight up at the anomaly it spawned despite no one else but the PC appearing to see it. While it's possible he only saw its aura, it's likely he saw the anomaly itself.

Artifact

Rogue bow - ?

Veers nonsensically off path when shot, except, seemingly, if Kaito truly wishes to hit the target(?)

Alan Mido

Stigma

Incantation - Yagsal Olbalsa

Effect - super strength.

Artifact

Lead pipe - ?

Leo Kurosagi

Stigma

Incantation - Haxs

Effect - super hearing.

Increases distance and precision of his hearing. Does not allow him to hear through anomalous soundproofing.

When enhanced increases distance further and allows him to hear through anomalous soundproofing.

Artifact

Bubble gum - can be manipulated into any shape when blown.

The longer it's chewed, the longer he can manipulate it

Shohei Haizono

"So if I chewed this one a bunch and stuck it over your nose and mouth...

"...you'd suffocate. Bye bye Honor Roll."

suggests that it can't be removed until the time he's manipulated it runs out?

Stigma

Incantation - Spurno

Effect - forces change in direction.

When enhanced the change in direction is more forceful, like a knockback effect.

Artifact

Motorcycle - ?

Her name is Bonnie. She eats food placed in her fuel tank instead of gasoline, including chewing it and even burping. She's picky about what she eats. Her favorite food is barbecue sandwiches, but she also eats jerky.

Sho drives her just about everywhere.

Haru Sagara

Stigma

Incantation - Bahnti

Effect - reduces gravity's effects on his own body.

Reduced effect of gravity allows him to move extremely fast.

Makes his body much more fragile when used. Possibly includes weakening his immune system?

Artifact

Deck brush - ?

Towa Otonashi

Stigma

Incantation - ? (has an audio file, but the spelling hasn't been shown.)

Effect - Controls weather?

Towa exhibits control over weather as his primary ability, however because it's not shown to be in response to his incantation it's somewhat dubious as to whether or not it's actually his stigma.

Others' understanding of Towa's stigma is only that he controls lightning and that other weather patterns are random, not in response to Towa's feelings.

The weather reacts to Towa's emotions, causing the sky to darken in preparation of rain, lightning, or snowstorms when he's angry.

When Towa was away from Jabberwock for a day the nature conditions deteriorated significantly, with water drying up and the sky dark despite it being sunny the previous day. This may be coincidental, as Darkwick's weather is said to be unpredictable.

Towa is also able to predict weather that he doesn't control.

Towa can create lightning(which he uses to electrocute enemies), rain, wind(used to create a pillar of water for the PC to land on when falling off the boat and to direct the rain sideways to wash bubble soap off of Kaito), snow, and possibly earthquakes(the ground is noted to start shaking in response to his anger.)

His lightning may be able to be used under water without being conducted into non-targets, however it's also possible he used harsh winds instead of lightning when destroying Otohime and her minions.

Artifact

Bubble wand - blown bubbles cause explosions.

The explosions are powerful enough to destroy glass that withheld a full grown Kraken.

Towa warns not to touch the bubbles, as they will kill you.

Other

Towa cannot speak during the daytime and is only able to talk when it's night. This includes being in Obscuary, where it's permanently night, however the cover of clouds doesn't allow him to speak during the day meaning it's not related specifically to the visibility of the sun.

Can speak to and understand anomalies, even those that lack speech capabilities(such as the tree on the hill.) Haru is aware of this.

Able to see and hear ghosts(Zenji) and possibly other things that only people who are "special" can see(the tree on the hill.)

Can jump so high he can essentially fly, although this may be related to control of wind(though there's no notation that the wind blows when he jumps.)

Anomalies fear him and obey him, particularly when he's angry, even to the point of kneeling out of fear when he's furious.

Ren Shiranami

Stigma

Incantation - Raothtas

Effect - Cleans things?

Has only been used to remove Calamari's ink from the floor when wiping it up failed.

Artifact

Swim ring - restrains target.

Cannot be removed by the wearer.

Has a rope attached that allows the wearer to be reeled in.

Taiga Hoshibami

Stigma

Incantation - Malab

Effect - ?

Artifact

Tommy gun - takes anything broken into small enough pieces and fired from it as ammo.

Other

Damage type seems to vary based on what was placed into it. Shards of glass created a swirl of glass shards, whereas bronze from a statue shot heavier rounds.

Doesn't seem to require ammo to fire.

Doesn't seem to work on everything as Taiga says his bullets don't work on anything lately. Possibly limited to hostile entities? (He was able to shoot the Oblivion Dealer, but not able to shoot the Kyklos--which ran away--or the Barong--which was non-threatening.)

Carries a knife and a pistol.

Romeo Scorpus Lucci

Stigma

Incantation - Tiris

Effect - "turns things into bombs".

Able to turn anything into a bomb, including non-explosive objects.

The size of the blast depends on how attached to the target object its owner is. If Romeo truly values something he's blowing up, the explosion is quite destructive.

Hyde has him testing various types of prototype anomalous explosive materials for Darkwick on missions.

Artifact

"To me, these prototypes are a path to catching anomalies in one piece." which implies most of Hyde's prototypes cause non-lethal explosions.

Sniper rifle - ?

Maintains his bullets himself.

Doesn't always carry the same types of rounds. For example, he only had smoke bombs in the prologue.

Ritsu Shinjo

Stigma

Incantation - Acimo

Effect - hardens his body. Increases his weight.

Artifact

Prevents damage from concussive attacks such as kicks and bullets. If you kick him while it's active it'll hurt.

Doesn't seem to experience pain in this state.

Can survive explosions and escape from collapsed buildings unharmed.

Compendium of Laws - ?

Subaru Kagami

Has the contents memorized?

Taiga taught him to use it as a blunt weapon.

Stigma

Incantation - Talnandio

Effects - psychometry.

Experiences memory fragments through almost anything he touches.

Passive, activates on contact with people, animals, anomalies, and objects without incantation.

Using it exhausts him to the point of needing a significant amount of rest, possibly even passing out shortly after usage.

Wears gloves and avoids crowded places to try and avoid accidentally setting it off. Feels bad about being able to learn people's secrets.

Artifact

Parasol - ?

Sturdy enough to destroy a possessed doll.

Haku Kusanagi

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - ?

Implied he prefers not using it?

Artifact

Flute - ?

Used flute to remove himself and the PC from Kisaragi Station, knocking them out with some sort of ethereal water and causing them to wake up back on the empty train car.

Other

Able to see and communicate with spirits.

Able to perform various rituals such as laying spirits to rest and making talismans that allow people close to a spirit to see and hear them.

"Cordoned off the area" of the train and station the PC was on, which should have prevented interference from civilians. May be part of his Artifact or Stigma, or part of his capabilities as a Shinto priest.

Zenji Kotodama (Taro Kirisaki)

Performs the stigma test for Darkwick.

According to Taiga he's able to remove curses if the anomaly that caused the curse is in front of him. It's uncertain if this is his stigma, part of his artifact, or another power.

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - ?

Artifact

Doll - ?

Heavily resembles Jiro as a child, according to Zenji.

Won't let anyone but Zenji touch it. Protects Zenji.

Appearance slightly changes to that of an oni when angered.

Has a mind of its own. Wanders around campus without Zenji, much to his concern.

Able to damage and destroy ghosts.

Other

As a ghost, Zenji cannot be touched, meaning he can't be damaged or killed. However he covers his ears when Haku performs a ritual to lay spirits to rest and covers his face in Subaru's warding card with incense, suggesting that he would be laid to rest under the right circumstances.

Darkwick is unaware Jiro is present as only Haku and Towa(and eventually Subaru and the PC) are aware Zenji's spirit lingers. If Darkwick were to become aware of Zenji's presence they would want him laid to rest.

Due to Obon, people in Japan are more sensitive to spirits and anomalies are more frequent, causing Zenji to sometimes be visible during the summer.

Zenji brings his doll with him most everywhere, however people can only see the doll and not him. The same happens with his biwa. If he carries them, they appear to float. In the summer people in Japan are more sensitive to spirits(due to Obon) and may see or hear Zenji when they wouldn't otherwise.

Zenji can touch physical objects(his doll, his biwa, and his phone) and his footsteps are audible if he doesn't silence them.

Afraid of ghosts, possibly the dark, and maybe dead bodies.

Edward Hart

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - ?

Artifact

Cane? - ?

While his profile lists his Special Artifact as "??", he holds a cane in his combat chibi.

Other

Edward is, or was historically, the world's strongest vampire, implying a great deal of hidden power. As he is 400+ years old, he knows a great deal about anomalies that Darkwick doesn't listen to for some reason. However being old has also made his body and mind much weaker. . .allegedly.

Ed has immense power, which we've only heard of him using on the singular mission he participated in. Using it he obliterated an anomaly and a building in such a way that Darkwick struggled to cover up(unlike Tohma's destruction which was able to be explained as poor maintenance and age) suggesting he more or less vaporized it. It's unknown if this is a vampire power or his stigma.

Ed is able to transform into a bat and fly around. He doesn't seem to be able to speak in this form, only screeching loudly.

If Rui touches him, the touched part will break off(at which point it can be reattached simply by pushing it back into place,) ache intensely for a time, or he will die temporarily. However Ed is immortal and cannot die by normal means. He doesn't need to breathe and cannot be suffocated, for example.

As a vampire, Ed is rapidly exhausted by sunlight. Sunlight won't kill him instantly, but it will cause him to collapse. He claims sunlight will turn him to ash eventually, and he cannot be outside in the sun without a parasol. If it's cloudy enough, Ed is able to be outside during the day. He's usually tired during the daytime, but still seems to sleep during the night.

Ed is physically and mentally weaker during summer months, but stronger during autumn and winter.

Ed primarily drinks tears, although he mentions that he does drink blood in his character story and on the home screen. He finds that human food doesn't taste like much of anything.

Ed mentions that Lyca's soul is misshapen, however it's unclear if he can actually see his soul or if he was merely teasing him.

Rui Mizuki

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - temporary relief of pain and discomfort

Incantation has only been said in his head.

It's unclear if blowing a kiss is required to activate it or if that's just for flair.

Artifact

Scythe - allows Rui to conceal himself in darkness.

Rui admits to using his artifact to keep an eye on others on campus.

Other

Suffers from a 'Reaper Curse' which effectively makes him a reaper.

Cannot make skin contact with living things without them dying. This includes humans, animals, plants, and even mold!

Wears gloves, a turtleneck, and avoids crowded places to avoid committing manslaughter.

Absorbs the life energy of what he touches and kills. This kills almost anything instantly as most things are too weak to survive it. Absorbed energy goes straight to his body, preventing him from sleeping. He keeps himself as busy as possible as a result of having so much energy to spare.

Lyca Colt

Stigma

Incantation - Ramsochisa

Effect - allows him to follow any scent he's smelled before.

Artifact

Claws - ?

Other

Werewolf. Transforms with exposure to the full moon. "The speed of his transformation is affected by how much he's exposed to moonlight and his mental state." Sometimes feels his skin crawling when the full moon is near?

Covering his head when he's outside under the full moon prevents or regresses his transformation. Collapses after his transformation regresses from half wolf and doesn't transform while unconscious. Nothing happens to him if he's not exposed to the full moon on a full moon night. Obscuary is always a crescent moon, allowing him to be there safely during a full moon.

Werewolves have four stages: Human, partial wolf, half wolf, and full wolf. At 'half wolf' Lyca is an anthropomorphic wolf. However, he loses control of himself after he's been transformed for a while, and may attack indiscriminately.

He doesn't remember much when he transforms. He might remember less if he fully transforms?

Yuri Isami

Stigma

Incantation - Agnihaet

Effect - "hyperstimulates his braincells"

"allows him to logically process information and solve complex equations almost instantaneously."

when enhanced seemed to make the information processing instantaneous and extremely accurate?

Artifact

Syringe - Causes injuries received by the individual injected with its contents to damage the entity that inflicted them.

Jiro Kirisaki

Stigma

Incantation - ?

Effect - ?

Artifact

Chainsaw - ?

According to his Christmas home screen dialogue where he cut down a fir tree for Yuri, the chainsaw doesn't cut well. However in the chapter it seems to have no problem cutting through flesh. Perhaps it cuts through anomalies or flesh, but not other things?

Other

Jiro is noted to be especially strong.

Jiro was in a coma until an undisclosed time ago, when Yuri was able to awaken him from it. When he was comatose and for how long and why hasn't been relayed yet, however he was said to be particularly violent during The Clash, meaning he was likely awakened before or during it.

As a side effect of his condition and mysterious illness, Jiro has a poor memory, immunodeficiency, and his wounds reopen very easily. He needs four treatments a day, and they take around an hour to complete. Yuri is the only one who can administer them, and Jiro isn't able to do so himself. Even with his treatments he's forgetful and prone to being sick and has a bit of a fragile constitution. Abrupt changes in temperature, for example, make him choke.

Jiro doesn't react much to his wounds and being in pain, but he will eventually collapse from overexertion or illness if he misses a treatment or has taken too much damage.

#tokyo debunker #i was gonna tag everyone but i got too tired lol #danie yells at tokyo debunker #tdb ref #maybe someday i'll edit it to include sources for everything and maybe screenshots #but probably not because that's a lot #okay it's past my bedtime and i have dailies to do so #good night lmao #i'm sure i've missed stuff because i didn't do a lot of going back to double check lol #but this should be everything we know so far from the english translation and maybe some of the japanese #we didn't really get an explanation for how the pc's enhancement worked on yuri because the guy just kinda got brainblasted and figured out #what to do immediately so i just kinda guessed #take note of question marks because that's where i'm not certain i guess lol #okay time for dailies and bedtime #hope we learn more about the missing info soon

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mistydeyes · 1 year

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Sorry to bother and I completely understand if you dont have time or if you're busy but I saw this tiktok and was like worth a shot to ask, if you could write something kinda angst with it.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT82P5PHR/

OKAY when i saw this tiktok it literally made my jaw drop like this idea is so good and also so angsty. this my first time ever writing something like this ahh but thank you so so much for requesting!!

behind closed doors

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summary: When all signs lead to you as the mole, the 141 demands answers and they will get it whatever way necessary.

read part ii here! and part iii!

pairing: Taskforce 141 x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)

okay real talk here please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects

warnings: torture/violence, mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, swearing, abusive language, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING

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"No, no, no," Ghost whispered in a sickly soft tone, "Keep your eyes open, Eclipse." He held a gloved hand to your face and sharply pulled your leaning head upright. "Please," you hoarsely coughed out, "I don't know anything." Your eyes stung with salty tears as he coldly looked back into your eyes. "We all know that's bullshit," he spat before turning from you and looking at a variety of tools at his disposal. You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes in preparation. Each member had their own method of "questioning" from Gaz's psychological mind games and sensory deprivation to the degradation and waterboarding methods from Price, you were thrown into hysterics after each session. You had long forgotten the comfort of a warm meal by now as you were fed the bare minimum and received the smallest of water droplets. While your limbs were sore from the restraints and the small burns from the cigarettes and cigars from your former team, you always feared when Ghost was in the room. The cruelty you had endured these last few days specifically from your lieutenant made you feel like you had gone to hell.

You heard a variety of tools clatter around as you tried to think of a paradise far from the one you were in. A week ago, your team was compromised on a mission with an assassination initiative. After the dust settled, the internal hard drives, records of communications, and hidden listening devices lead to you as the mole. Despite your protests, you were dragged into an all too familiar area. "Open your eyes, Eclipse," Ghost demanded but you shook your head violently. Your insolence was met with a hard punch to the nose and as blood dripped slowly onto your bruised face, you saw in your clouded vision the violent sparks of a taser. You couldn't help but sob upon seeing him tease you with the device, activating it close to your face and mocking you with it. "Just tell us where Makarov is and we'll let you go," he comforted. You shook violently in protest before you were sent teeth gritting and toes gripping into a violent shock sent to your abdomen. "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." you protested but the assault continued with your screams becoming enveloped into the soundproof walls. Despite being a trained soldier, there was nothing that could prepare you for this. Every time you fell out of consciousness, you would wake to his cold eyes staring back at you. "I'm getting Soap," he said with the same nauseating tone, "I think it's time you get some rest."

You shuttered and tried to hold in the tears that burned into the various cuts on your face and chest. When Soap entered the room with a bitter demeanor, you tried to scream in a fruitless attempt at ceasing this ordeal. "No one can hear you," he joked before he violently pushed your chair backward and you fell in a painful thud on the floor. "What are you going to do with me?" you whispered in fear before you felt him turn the chair back over with your face hitting the cold concrete. Before he could do anything more, there was a knock at the door. Ghost and Soap looked at one another before Ghost opened the door to reveal Price and Gaz with horrified expressions. "Yes, Captain?" Ghost asked impatiently before Price gestured for Soap to come closer to the group. While your ears rang in pain from the sudden movements, you knew you heard what your captain said. "It's not them," he uttered and you could see everyone's stained boots turn to your beaten, bruised, and broken form. Price and Gaz rushed to undo your binds, screaming apologies and promises for treatment. You couldn't help but have a tired smile on your bleeding lip as you looked at Ghost. Despite your gaze on his, he couldn't bring himself to look back at you. He only knew that the hands covered in blood, your blood, were irreversible.

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fictionalwh0ree · 1 year

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Hi!

I wanted to make a Billie request please, with reader being either her gf or fwb and she starts pushing Billie away since she feels insecure since Billis constantly hanging with exes and flirting with other girls online? Thank you so much 🤗

jealousy- billie eilish

summary: even though you're strictly friends with benefits, that doesn't stop you from feeling jealous when billie talks to other girls.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut; fingering, use of vibrator

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“you’re so pretty”

the words flowed effortlessly from her mouth, no thought behind them. the words seemed so foreign to you, words you’d gone from hearing multiple times a day to once a week. you couldn’t help the jealousy you felt. your eye twitched slightly, but you fought the urge to look up at billie, at her live. you trained your eyes on your own phone. you tried to tune it out. you’d gotten used to it.

billie would go on live a couple times a week, and when she would share it with others. her fans, overjoyed that they would get the chance to speak with their idol, would blush and scream as she complimented them, flirting back and forth with some of them. but what bothered you most was that she would do it in front of you. the fans didn’t know, as you were hidden off-screen.

you were over at her house multiple times a week, your hookups becoming an almost daily occasion. you would lie next to her in bed, in only one of her t-shirts, your panties and other clothes discarded on the floor somewhere, and watch her as she was on her phone. you watched as she texted other girls, liked their stories and pictures, all while your arm was pushed up against hers. you told yourself it didn’t matter. she didn’t owe anything to you, you weren’t together, just friends with benefits. but if that was the case, why did you feel so worthless? every text she sent would punch a hole through your heart and you couldn’t do anything about it, because at the end of the day, you’d rather have her for a little bit than not have her at all.

now, you laid next to her, out of the camera’s view. you listened as she laughed, trying to ground yourself by taking deep breaths. you looked up at her phone, seeing a notification pop up.

i’m in la

you waited for the next one.

we can finally meet up

you read the username and recognized her as a popular instagram model.

my hotel room’s soundproof 😉

your eyes began to sting as you tried to blink back tears.

i’m only here for one night

u in?

fuck.

she clicked on the notification, pausing her live, but before she could respond, you made your move. you got out of her bed and collected your clothes, swiftly putting your underwear and pants on.

“y/n, where are you going?” billie asked as you took her shirt off and tossed it at her face, making sure not to look at her.

“i have to go,” you mumbled, throwing on your own shirt.

“why?” she asked.

“i have plans,” you said bluntly.

“y/n” she laughed, “no, you don’t. it’s 4 o’clock on a tuesday. if you had something, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“yeah, you’re right billie,” you said bitterly, turning to face her, “i don’t have plans. but you’d better start getting ready for your next hookup, because one person a day just isn’t enough, right?”

“y/n,” she said apologetically.

“where’s my phone?” you asked, searching the room.

“y/n,” she said, this time more firm.

“goddamnit, where is it?” you said, the frustration causing the tears you’d been fighting off to start spilling.

“y/n,” she said seriously.

“what.” you said angrily, running your hands through your hair.

“i’m sorry, but-” she began.

“but we’re just friends with benefits,” you finished her sentence, “i know, that’s why i’m leaving, so you have enough time to wash my scent off you for the next one. but i’m done. this is it. now you’ll have space for as many bitches as you want.”

“i wasn’t gonna go,” she said softly, getting up from the bed.

“what?” she said as she approached you.

“i wasn’t gonna go. i’m with you, why would i go?” she asked.

“me being around has never stopped you from flirting with other girls,” you argued.

“those girls mean nothing to me,” she said.

“i don’t mean anything to you either. that’s why we’re strictly friends with benefits,” you said.

“you know that’s not true, don’t you?” she said, a smirk playing at her lips as she got closer to you, meaning you were against the wall.

“no,” you mumbled.

“no? we see each other almost every day. would that happen if you didn’t mean anything to me? no other girl spends as much time with me as you. most girls don’t spend any time with me,” she said, her hand now resting on your waist, caressing it gently.

“meanwhile, you’re wearing my shirts, cooking in my kitchen, dancing in the living room with me,” she said, her voice now just above a whisper as she was only a couple inches from your face, “you have to know you mean a lot to me.”

“how would i have known that?” you said, getting angry again.

“how could i have possibly known that when you were flirting with the most gorgeous girls i’ve ever seen?” you said, laughing sadly.

“no one compares to you. i promise you that,” she whispered.

“you’re the only one for me,” she said, her eyes silently pleading for forgiveness.

you turned your head away from her, not wanting to meet her eyes. she took the opportunity to latch onto your neck, sucking and nibbling gently.

“billie,” you said reluctantly.

“you’re telling me you don’t want this?” she asked.

“i-,” you began.

“i do. but no more girls,” you said firmly.

“only you, mama,” she confirmed, her eyes falling to your lips before leaning in.

she kissed you gently, but it began to get more heated, as it usually did. she turned you around, pushing you backwards until your legs hit the back of her bed. you let yourself fall back onto it and scooted until your head hit the headboard as billie held herself above you. her hands moved to pull your pants down and once they were low enough you kicked them off. she then pulled your panties off with an undeniable urgency. she moved down, parting your legs with one swift motion. she began to trail kisses up and down your inner thighs.

“billie,” you moaned pleadingly.

she stopped, looked up at you, and smirked, before attaching herself to your clit, sucking it gently before bringing her fingers up to trace your folds. she teased your entrance before pushing her fingers in. she pumped them in and out, curling them to hit your g-spot which she knew so well. moans fell from your lips and soon you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.

“i’m so close,” you said as you threw your head back.

but, out of nowhere, she stopped completely. you looked down at her, confusion clear on your face.

“not yet,” she smirked mischievously.

“pick up my phone,” she commanded, and you did as told.

“open it,” she said, watching you.

“unpause the live,” your eyebrows shot up, but you followed her instructions.

“good girl,” she whispered, “now talk.”

“hi guys!” you greeted after clearing your throat.

the comments flooded with people greeting you. they weren’t surprised to see you, as besides being an established celebrity, your friendship with billie was not new. you began to answer some of their questions when something entered you suddenly. you yelped, looking down at billie. she gave you a cocky smirk before holding her finger up to her lips and pursing them. you put all your focus into the live, not wanting them to catch on, but it was getting increasingly harder as she toyed with the settings of a pink vibrator. she pushed it in and out, turned the setting up and down, all while using her free hand to play with your already swollen clit.

your breathing was getting laboured as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. you threw your head back, sealing your eyes shut. the comments expressed their concern, asking if you were okay.

“i’m just tired,” you explained, “long day. why don’t i let some of you guys on?”

the knot was building more and you knew you were a mere seconds away from cumming. you rushed through the requests, picking a random fan with you as their profile picture. as her side of the video came up, she started yelling out of excitement. she was sobbing and screaming with no break, and as billie rubbed your clit a bit harder, you released. you felt as billie licked and lapped up everything, relief overcoming you.

‘oh my god,’ you mouthed off camera.

“i love you so much y/n” the girl said through sobs.

“aw, i love you too!” you responded before the girls internet cut out, causing her to lose her spot in the live.

billie moved from her spot and came into the view, smiling into the camera happily. she looked at you and you saw a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“hi guys! this is my g-” she started to say, but you ended the live.

“-irl,” she finished offline.

“not yet,” you laughed, kissing her on the lips as she laughed softly.

#billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #wlw #billie eilish smut

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uc1wa · 1 year

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18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pulling out), alcohol, dick (being a slut), frats (?)

dick grayson had a questionable reputation on campus. playboy, daddy’s money, beer pong champ, finance bro, and the king of hookups and god does everybody he’s been with know. there’s a reason all of his previous partners shoot him 2am texts asking what he’s doing.

but tonight he has his eyes on you.

loud music blasts in the frat house that feels awfully tiny with the mass of half naked people who are standing and grinding inside of it, random strobe lights are placed in all corners and the theme of "save a horse, ride a cowboy" is obnoxiously obvious with random cowboy hats hanging on walls and flannels being worn by everyone.

you were dragged by your friends to attend this party, one of which you’d never attend, knowing the man-whore personality of the house you’re standing in right now.

you’re leaned against a counter, solo cup of jungle juice in your hand as you’re buzzed, but still aware enough to know you still don’t want to be here.

the only thing giving it away is your bored expression—because your shorts that are uncomfortably too short, the tied flannel, and cowboy hat on your head tell a different story.

people watching was fun at parties, the outfits, the who’s talking to who, and the who’s dragging who upstairs was entertaining to your tipsy self.

your eyes didn’t spot the ravennette who was familiar with everybody coming towards your way till he was beside you, his body heat radiating onto yours and his breath against your neck as he tries to talk to you.

and the appeal of the man wasn’t hard to understand. he’s wearing a white crop top that his abs are peaking out of, an open flannel and jean shorts that show his quads beautifully.

everyone thought the man was hot, but to be attracted to him was another thing.

"can’t tell if you look lost or don’t wanna be here anymore," the smell of liquor too apparent in his breath that touches your neck, making you slowly meet his blue eyes and obnoxious smirk.

you only raise a brow, scoffing and leaning into his ear now. "don’t wanna be here," you say, leaning back on the counter.

and if anybody knows dick, you know he gets what he wants, and tonight his eyes are on you and your pretty tits that are held up by a push-up bra that you obviously wore for him, he just knows it.

he leans over again, this time snaking an arm around your back and moving his fingers along the exposed skin. "c’mon, i gotta room upstairs that’s practically sound proof." and honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him. the man has money to spend, and maybe he did soundproof his single in his frat house, just because he can. or, maybe he says that so that you can scream and his brothers can fist bump him in the morning. who knows?

but your mind is a little hazy and your speech a little slurred and dick’s arm doesn’t feel awful around you, so you lean in again, this time with a grin playing on your lips. "what’s in it for me?"

dick’s eyebrow arched, his smirk upturned and his hand tightening around your back at the question.

"wanna find out?"

and a few more teasing words of banter were said, a shot thrown down both of your throats, and a few inappropriate gropes placed on your body before he had your hand in his, leading you up stairs shamelessly while smiling at his friends on the way.

dick’s door closes with a kick of his foot, not locking it because… why would he? he doesn’t care if somebody walks in on the two of you.

when he turns around and you’re sitting on the bed for him, he’s grateful you’re wearing skimpy clothes, less hassle and easier access. he can only smirk, asking himself how dumb you are, you obviously dressed like this for him.

the man walks over, kicking his shoes somewhere in the dark room and slipping his flannel off, his biceps seem bigger than they did in your finance class you had with him last semester. his hands are big, veiny and long and fuck they feel good when he cups your face, looking down at you and moving his knee to spread open your thighs.

his thumb moves to your bottom lip, pressing the soft skin until you open your lips all pretty for him, taking his thumb in your mouth and sucking.

"good girl," he says, the hand that’s not cupping your cheek going down to unbutton his jean shorts.

then, dick takes a step back, slipping his thumb from between your lips and moving to the other side of the bed, sitting down and looking at you expectantly. "c’mon, show me more of your pretty self," he leans back on the heel of his hands, his broad chest sticking out and his lap looking like the perfect seat right now.

and all you can do is nod with wide eyes and listen to the man who was slowly but surely talking his way into your pants.

his dark blue eyes watch as you rid yourself of the cowgirl boots you were wearing. he licks his lips when you take your flannel off, eyes darting down to your hands that fumble to take your shorts off. you stand there with your cowboy hat sitting on your head and dick chuckles, "you’re doing real good with the theme, y’know?" he slurs.

you roll your eyes, "not proud of it," you slur right back, stepping forward while placing your knees on either side of his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in.

"i’ll make you proud," dick says, his big hands resting on your hips, fingers playing underneath your thong that should just be considered a string at this point.

he leans forward, biting your bottom lip enough to make you whimper before he attacks your lips, forcing his tongue in and kissing you sloppily. saliva coating both your lips, threatening to spill out by how feverish his force is, his hand pushing you against his cock that’s already hard. and jesus you’re glad you wore the stringy panties you decided on because the feeling of him—even through the shorts he’s still wearing is painfully delicious.

you pull back, eyes half lidded and view not as straight as a sober persons, "gonna make me wait?" and maybe if you were sober the quickness of dick’s moves would seem normally paced, but he was quick to push you off of him to the side of his bed and throw his shorts to the side, followed by his boxers. all he’s wearing is a little white crop top and fuck he looks real good.

he’s toned and defined beautifully. not jacked like some guys are, letting it know that they’re juiced up. no, dick was the most naturally beautiful man to exist. (unfortunately, you weren’t the first to realize that… and definitely won’t be the last).

you lean back on your palms this time, watching him walk over to you painfully slow, his cock hardened all for you. "take a picture, it’ll last longer," he smirks, climbing on top of you while pushing you down and letting your legs wrap around his waist that feels so small in comparison to his broad shoulders. he takes your cowboy hat off, setting it to the side because that will definitely come back up.

you roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, arms wrapping around him and lips reconnecting again. the man is quick to arch your back off the bed, one finger sliding behind you to unclip your bra—which almost feels sickening how fast he was to do so—but your brain doesn’t let that register with the alcohol in your bloodstream.

dick remembers your words from earlier, gonna make me wait? and next thing you notice when you look down is your bra thrown on the ground and dick’s lips on your stomach, kissing down with hands on either side of you on the mattress until he’s sat at your pussy that’s embarrassingly wet for him.

"next party’s on thursday, you should come out," he starts while tugging your panties to the side with a curl of his index finger. "dress real pretty for me again."

and dick says that to every girl, sometimes giving a hint on what he wants them to wear, knowing once he hits, he will always quit and find the next person untouched by him.

"i’ll think about it," you say, broken into a whimper as his lips are quick to suck on your clit and his index and middle finger plunge into your wetness. if the music wasn’t booming from downstairs, maybe the sounds of your wetness would be more embarrassing, but dick just thought it was hot and your moans were real pretty.

and again, if you were sober, you’d probably arch a brow at the minimal time dick stayed down there, but you weren’t and were real hungry for him to fill you up.

"show me what the hype’s about," you say as he climbs up to you, one arm beside your head and one groping one of your breasts enough to illicit small whines from your throat. "i’ll see if you can handle it," he says cockily, voice dripping in ego as the hand that’s groping your breasts goes down to line his cock up with your hole.

in one quick motion he’s filling you up, your back arching off the bed and a loud pitched moan leaving your lips with eyes squeezed shut. dark blue eyes watch your face, cocky smirk not leaving his lips for a minute until he’s sucking on your neck. dick is shameless, he’s purposely leaving marks wherever he wants on your body, knowing he won’t let you do the same even if you tried.

the man above you is going to make sure you remember him fucking you, even if it’s just by you waking up with blotches on your neck and chest in the morning.

"too much?" he asks teasingly, showing no remorse with the deep groans he spills out with every time he fills you up. and dick is girthier than you thought he’d be, everytime he pushes into you feels like the first no matter how wet you are. it feels like he’s ripping you open with the hard and fast pace he’s maintaining.

an answer to his question is impossible, the only sounds are moans and whimpers, more so when his lips are on yours. your sounds mixed together are delicious to your ears and you pull him closer, sweaty body’s and breath tasting like liquor feels intoxicating.

he flips you both over with ease, his toned back resting on his mattress and pillow with you on top now. a loud groan escapes your lips, his full length filling you up but from another position was brutal at first. dick gave you a few more seconds to adjust before his big hands guided your hips up.

"you got it baby," his voice is low and full of desire, blue eyes taking over your frame that feels made for him. one hand comes off your skin to grab the cheesy cowboy hat and he motions for you to put it on with a shit eating grin.

coming to realization, you roll your eyes, "really?" you ask, rolling your eyes with a small laugh. but you put it on, and then fall back onto dick, riding him slowly and at an angle that makes him hit the spot deep inside of you repetitively. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you moan, your eyes closing and neck thrown back from the delicious feeling.

while dick is groaning, he can only smirk up at you, knowing he’s getting exactly what he wanted when he chose the theme for the party that night. "you look so fuckin’ good, riding me so good, yeah?" he’s verbally and physically fucking you at this point.

"takin’ this cock so good, baby," he groans, feeling himself twitching and turning you back over again, so he’s on top when he finishes.

in no time dick’s pulling out to spill his cum all over your lower abdomen, chuckling to himself as he pulls off of you and looking down. it’s his favorite view, flushed red cheeks, chest heaving up and down (making your breasts look even more delicious), and his cum painting your sweaty body.

if he was feeling more like an asshole, he’d ask to take a picture. but he knew you were a nice girl from one of his past semesters and decided not to be a total dick.

"you look good," he says it like it’s a reminder, like you’re already supposed to know—because why else would you be in dick grayson’s bed if you weren’t hot? and he walks away, going to the bathroom that’s connected to his room and returning with a wash cloth, cleaning you up with a laugh. "i’m leaving after this," you say, wiping your lips with the backside of your arm.

and dick let’s out an internal sigh of relief at that, he hates when girls are insistent on spending the night or staying for more of the party, latched to him. "fine by me, want me to get an uber?" he asks, throwing the rag to the side and sitting there for another second, looking at your fucked out state—the one he put you into.

you nod your head, sitting up in the bed, knowing if you stay with spread legs that dick will attempt a round two before the car he’s called you gets here. "wanna hand me my clothes?" you ask, not as slurred of words as before, the fucking sobering you up slightly.

"y’don’t wanna borrow a shirt?" because dick has a drawer full of old shirts from varying events on campus that he gives to his hookups, another reminder to everyone else that he’s the one who fucked you good tonight.

"fuck no," you roll your eyes, moving to get your clothes yourself and slipping them on as dick slips his boxers and shorts on, staring at you as you get dressed from the ledge of his bed.

the clothes weren’t as comfortable as what could’ve been a comfortable and baggy shirt, but you were trying to move as quick and invisible as possible out of the party and to the uber that just rang its arrival on dick’s phone. "it’s here," he says, standing up beside you and wrapping a hand around your waist. "sure you don’t wanna spend the night?"

"positive," the exact answer he knew he was going to get.

"this was fun," he says, leaning into you slightly. "you have my number, i’m always available," if it wasn’t dick, that sentence would’ve been cringey and gross, but his voice sounded too good right now and you nodded. "i’ll keep that in mind."

his hand moves to your cheek, tilting it to press a kiss to your face. "i’ll follow you out," which was code for you to leave and close the door behind you as dick freshens up.

and now you understand. dick knew how to fuck.

#frat dick is real gross and nasty #but so yummy #sorry just got back on campus and am having flashbacks #feeling the need to make gross frat boy with all my dc bfs ;(#dick in a crop top fuckkkkkkk #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing smut #dc smut #dc x reader

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moonstruckme · 10 months

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I would love something similar to the attending dr Remus story but maybe with ceo!sirius? All of his employees see him as a ruthless business man and are scared of him and maybe reader shows up to have lunch with him and she’s been crying or upset about something and Sirius just melts into a little puddle in front of everyone trying to comfort her 🥲🥲

Thanks for requesting!

ceo!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You swear, Sirius’ office has to be soundproofed. You hadn’t heard a thing on the way over, anticipating him to be quietly working at his desk, but when you go inside he’s standing behind it, all but shouting into the empty room.

“I’m looking at the numbers right here.” Sirius has his hands braced on the varnished wood, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he jabs one finger into the stack of papers in front of him as if for emphasis. “Do you have any idea—”

At the sound of the door opening and your quiet oh, he looks up. The severity melts from his expression, replaced by a familiar smile. “Hi, sunshine.” His voice seems to have melted too, the bark you’d heard when you’d come in replaced by something soft and crooning. “Lunchtime already?”

“Sorry,” you say, hand inching back towards the door handle. “Len said I could come right in, I didn’t—”

“No, I told him to tell you that,” Sirius waves you forward, coming around his desk to kiss you hello. “I never want to keep you waiting, I…hey.” His brows furrow as he moves closer. “Hey, baby, is something wrong?”

You blink. “No.” It comes out sounding like a question.

Sirius palms your face. You lean into the touch instinctively, but then he thumbs at something on your cheek. “You’ve been crying,” he murmurs.

Shit. You’d forgotten to clean yourself up. Have you been walking around with mascara tracks down your face all day? No wonder Len had looked at you the way he had.

“Oh, that’s from earlier,” you say as breezily as you can. “I’m good now.”

But Sirius isn’t having it. He frowns, taking your face in both hands and inspecting you carefully. “What happened?”

You try to shrug, but it feels futile and pathetic when he’s looking at you like that. “I got yelled at by some guy on the way to work.”

“What?” he asks, dismayed. His hands slide down your shoulders to take your hands, guiding you to his seat. “Who yelled at you?”

“It was—I don’t know, just some guy.” Tears press at the base of your throat, but you refuse to let them loose. It was a silly thing to begin with, and you’ve cried enough about it. “I was driving, coming up to a light, and I—okay, I know I was in the wrong, because I wasn’t paying enough attention, and I stopped right in front of a parking lot.” You cast your eyes down, chewing your lip. Sirius crouches by the chair so he can see your face. Clever maneuvering, but you suppose he didn’t get to where he is by poor planning. “I should have left a space for them to turn while the rest of us waited at the light, you know? But I just wasn’t thinking, and then I couldn’t back up, because there were people behind me, and this guy—” You swallow. Sirius rubs your knee, the crease between his brows deepening. “This guy got out of his car and came up to my window and was, like, screaming at me about what an idiot I was.”

Sirius has got one hand on each of your knees by now, his perfectly pressed trousers wrinkling from his crouch. He looks up at you, indignation and upset warring in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s awful. Fuck, I’d be crying too. Everyone messes up that stuff sometimes, who gave that prat the right to yell at you about it?”

You shrug again, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling. Sirius can tell, and he coos, rising enough to needle his arms under yours. “C’mere, baby.”

You accept the invitation eagerly, pressing your face into his collar and inhaling the faint musk of his cologne. He scrubs a firm hand back and forth between your shoulder blades. A few seconds of silence pass before the phone on his desk crackles to life.

“Uh, sir?”

You jolt away from him as if you’ve been caught, but Sirius doesn’t seem all that phased.

“Yeah, that’ll be all for now,” he says insouciantly. “We’ll have to pick this back up later this afternoon.”

“You’re on a call?” you accuse.

“S’just a conference call, sweet thing. Ran a bit long.”

A conference call?

“What time did you want to reconvene?” a different voice asks tentatively. You cover your face with your hands. They feel cool against the burning heat of your skin.

Sirius rubs your shoulder lightly. “Say, four? And John, take a closer look at those numbers. You could save us all a lot of time by seeing sense.”

“Yessir,” another voice—John, you assume—says. “And, erm, very sorry about your incident, miss. Sure the other bloke was just having an off day.”

“Thanks,” you squeak, but Sirius says over you, “Mind your goddamn business, John,” and hits a button to hang up the phone.

“Sirius,” you say miserably after making sure to check that the light on the phone is no longer on. “How could you not tell me you were on a call?”

“Excuse me, I had other priorities at the moment,” he argues, taking your wrists and prying your hands from your face. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You’ve no reason to be embarrassed.”

“I complained about my road rage incident on your conference call!”

“It was a call full of accountants, love. You’ve probably just reminded them they’re alive.”

You give him a look. “I’m very cross with you.”

Sirius smiles. “Rats, if only there were a way for me to make it up to you.” He stands, grabbing a paper bag you hadn’t noticed from beside his desk. “Would my favorite girl’s favorite sandwich from her favorite sandwich shop be a good place to start?”

“That is a lot of favorites,” you allow, but the words don’t quite process until he pulls a wrapped sandwich out from the bag. You gasp, reaching for it. “Oh my god, how long did you have to wait in line for this?”

“I didn’t,” he says, somewhat sheepish. “Len waited over an hour, though.”

“You owe him a raise,” you say sternly, but accept the peace offering, peeling off the wrapping.

Sirius laughs when you bite into your sandwich and moan. “Damn, baby, you’ve never made sounds like that for me.”

“It’s a different kind of love,” you say through a mouthful.

“Enough to make your shit day a bit better?”

You slow in your chewing to give him a soft look. “More than enough. Thanks, Siri.”

“You’re welcome.” He gives you a saccharine smile, leaning forward for a kiss, but you dodge him.

“Wait, m’chewing!”

“And?” He takes your face in both hands, holding you captive as he pecks you firmly on the lips. “There. Waited way too long for that.”

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kravensgirl · 30 days

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Midnight Dessert

Pietro Maximoff xF!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

-Pietro! Someone could see us! you half protest half moan as he kisses the inside of your thighs.

-They are all sleeping don’t worry. Plus, don’t tell me the risk of being caught doesn’t turn you on? says Pietro smirking as he pulls down your pyjamas short and panties.

You woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. When you came into the kitchen, Pietro was sitting on the kitchen island, eating an apple. He is always hungry since he spend a lot of energy everyday in his running.

You two are secretly dating since a few months and you don’t want the team to find out about the both of you yet. They would tease you constantly. Plus, you like the idea of always sneeking around with Pietro, it’s exciting.

You are now sitting on the kitchen island with him kneeling between your legs. He looks at you teasingly before putting his mouth to work. You moan quietly as he devors you, licking your folds like it’s his favorite dessert. He switches between kitten licks and sucking on your clit. Your hands find his hair and grab it hard in pleasure, making him moan against your dripping cunt. Tears pools into your eyes as he makes you feel so good. Pietro has a gifted mouth.

He inserts two fingers inside of you, finding your g-spot immediately as he sucks hard on your clit. You almost scream in exctasy, bringing one of your hand to your mouth just in time to hide the noise. Pietro smirks as he eats you out. It’s his favorite thing, bringing you pleasure and seeing you lost in pure bliss. You feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs starting to shake.

Pietro climbs up your body, with his fingers still pumping fast inside of you, making a squelching noise because of how wet you are. It’s almost embarrassing. Almost. He kisses you, making you taste yourself on his lips. You whimper at the salty taste.

-Are you going to be my good girl and cum for me? he whispers against your mouth.

-Yes…please Pietro.. you beg on the edge of coming.

-Then come for me Princeznà.

The petname, a circle of your clit with his tumb and it does the trick. You climax hard, a breathless moan escaping your lips, your back arching off the kitchen island. You feel like it last for minutes because it was so good. Pietro slowly pulls his fingers out, while you try to catch your breath. He looks at you in the eye when he sucks them clean.

A freash wave of arousal envelops you. That is the hottest thing you have ever seen. You definitely are ready to fuck him. Just not here.

-Pietro baby can we go back to my room please? I really want to fuck you now and it’s the better place since it’s soundproof…

-Such a dirty mouth on such a beautiful woman. Whatever my lady wishes she shall have it. says Pietro chuckling sweetly and lustfully.

He picks you up and in no time you find yourselves inside your bedroom, your short and panties completely forgotten on the kitchen floor.

My first Pietro fic :) sorry if it’s a bit short I had this idea in mind for days and needed to write it xx

Tag: @pretty-little-mind33 @tangerineboss @princesssunderworld

#aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff smut #marvel

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moodymisty · 24 days

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Based off this post sorry I fucking HAD to

Warnings: Vaguely NSFW, Sicarius walking in on you and Guilliman

Why must all his men break protocol? Sicarius wonders if the Codex is merely kindling to them, if they are so willing to break the sacred rules so easily.

Titus, Uriel, and now new men of second company have decided to be a pain. He only hopes reporting this to Guilliman himself will prove to be enough of a threat to his men and whip them all back into shape; Both current and future troublemakers.

In his frustrations, so wrapped up in his own mind on how to deal with this consistent issue, he fails to do a proper knock at Guilliman’s door. Instead he simply walks in, slamming the controls with more force than needed.

Within moments he freezes, as a musky, heavy smell hits his nose and the full noises of the room echo in his ears without the soundproofing in the way.

“Roboute!”

You squeal, hands wrapped tight in the short crop of Guilliman’s thin blonde hair. Most of his head and face are obscured by your skirt- and thighs, which wrap around his head like a vice. The holotable is on but unused, symbols placed randomly from your accidental touches as you sit on the edge.

Sicarius stands frozen, unable to will his body to move as his ears are suddenly filled with the sounds of you and his primarch’s moans- accompanied by then odd, wet sounds of whatever his mouth was doing. What is only two seconds is plenty to him, given how fast his mind moves in comparison to a baseline.

He… was aware of all the basics of sex and reproduction, but the intricacies of pleasure beyond that were spotty at best. He had no need to delve into such useless things, unlike some other, less proper Astartes.

He was also unaware you could do such things with your mouth.

How beneath a primarch’s holy stature; Guilliman’s words have guided armies but now he’s on his knees in penance and using his tongue like its just a-

A loud scream rips through your throat as you spot him and sit up, and Sicarius’ two seconds of internal thought is interrupted as you see him frozen in the doorway with a hand still on the door’s controls.

Guilliman of course is instantly on the defensive hearing your scream, rising to his feet- and removing his hand from his trousers - before reaching for his blade.

Until he realizes it’s Sicarius.

Guilliman relaxes with an angry look on his face; Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before using the same hand spread flat outward to try and shield some of you from Sicarius, and reserve some of your modesty, while you adjust your clothes.

“Did your time in the warp remove your ability to announce yourself before entering, Captain Sicarius?”

Sicarius is angry at his primarch now, and has zero care for you behind him hot faced and attempting to cover yourself to some level of decency.

“I, I did not think it was needed, my primarch. I have an urgent issue that needs addressing.”

Guilliman angrily breaths through his nose, and Sicarius can see the veins in his neck.

“Go. Leave. Whatever you came here for I am sure it can wait until we both forget this encounter ever happened.”

They are both painfully aware that each other have eidetic memories, but they can only hope this moment somehow slips from their minds.

“Yes, my primarch.”

Sicarius finally manages to get his armor to move, and Guilliman sighs. Sicarius swiftly takes two steps backwards and closes the door, facing it at it closes.

He stands there for a moment, the image of his primarch on his knees between the legs of a simple baseline, and a hand doing something in his trousers is seared into his mind. Why is his primarch doing such things when there is work to be done?

“Are you alright Captain Sicarius?”

A marine says as he walks by, looking at his dead expression as Sicarius turns to face him. He points the door.

“Is Primarch Guilliman busy-“ Sicarius quickly speaks, cutting him off.

“Yes he is busy, do not disturb him.”

Sicarius has a far off stare that makes the random Astartes look at him oddly.

“I need to leave. Do not go in.”

Sicarius walks off, rubbing his hair with his gauntlet and grumbling to himself.

#roboute guilliman x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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throne sex with royal!Sevi & royal!reader 👁️👁️

okay okay okay okay gonna combine it with another smutty ask that just goes together with this one tooooo perfectly:

riding sev while she’s tied up 😏😏😉😵‍💫

men and minors dni

your wife's been neglecting you.

learning about, growing with, and falling deeper in love with princess sevika has made this past year the best of your life. you've never been happier; and from what all the servants and attendants tell you; sevika hasn't either.

but last week, her father left the country for a diplomatic tour of the world-- leaving the nation in her hands while he dances and schmoozes and eats his way across the globe.

she's acting as queen, essentially, but she's still only given the limited resources and powers of a princess.

it's exhausting, stressful, and frustrating.

you're going to give the king a stern talking to once he returns about how to properly treat the heir to his throne. (you're the only one in the kingdom who can raise your voice at him, since he can't hang you unless he wants war with your parents.)

but, for now: you have a wife to take care of.

you've temporarily moved into the palace-- both so sevika can be closer to work, and so that she's more protected while she acts as the nation's leader. the hallways are cold, echoing, and entirely unfamiliar to you. you've just now memorized the twists and turns from your chambers to the throne room, and you've been walking this path a dozen times a day for two weeks now.

you sigh, rubbing your tired eyes as you approach the grand doorway. you woke up ten minutes ago to the clock tower striking midnight, and sevika's side of the bed still cold and empty. you should've dressed better-- the palace is cold at night-- but you were still half asleep when you stumbled out of your chambers in search of your wife.

you recognize the guard standing in front of the closed doors. "good evening, lock."

"good evening, your highness."

"is she inside?" you ask.

the knight nods. "she's asked not to be disturbed."

you huff. "do you think she considers me a disruption?" you ask.

lock smirks at you. this is why you like him-- he's not afraid to joke around with you. "i think she considers you the biggest disturbance."

you giggle and shake your head, before reaching forward and cracking one of the giant doors. lock does nothing to stop you. "how soundproof are these doors?" you ask before you slip into the throne room. the knight snorts.

"not enough for someone outside to not hear screams."

"hmm... maybe you should go on a walk, then, lock. return to your post after a nice perimeter check, how's that sound?"

lock just winks at you, shaking his head and laughing as he turns on his heel and heads down the hall. "you've got thirty minutes!" he calls over his shoulder.

you grin, then slip into the throne room.

at the sound of the door slamming closed behind you, sevika lifts her tired eyes from her lap where she's studying scrolls. "i asked not to be dis--" she cuts herself off at the sight of you. "fuck. what time is it?" she asks as you approach her.

you reach out, gently cupping your wife's scarred cheek in your hand. "past midnight." you whisper. sevika cringes.

"i'm sorry, love." she sighs, deflating into the throne behind her. she's adorable, her usual perfect posture melting away into a relaxed slouch as you stroke her face, her eyelids drooping a bit.

"what're you working on?" you ask, picking up the scrolls and maps on her lap and taking their spot. sevika's arms wrap around your waist, her chin immediately hooking over your shoulder as you shuffle through the papers and documents.

"trade routes." she grunts. you cringe and she nods. "it's infuriating. if i could send our troops somewhere i'd be fucking useful but i can't so i'm stuck just... thinking about all the problems."

"well, what are the problems?" you ask, studying the markings sevika's drawn on her maps.

"flooding in the eastern peninsula has collapsed three of the bridges that connect them to the mainland. all non-essential trade's been halted, which is wreaking havoc on the art trade in the southern islands, because they rely on the trade of the non-essential clay and mud from the east for a majority of their pottery and tiles. and without the tile, the northern territories have nothing to build with so they've put the construction of their university and library on hold."

you take in the information for a moment, studying the maps in your lap as you try to remember the local politics and trade agreements of the connecting villages and towns between all the current problem areas.

slowly, a solution starts to form in your mind, and a smile starts to spread on your lips.

sevika squeezes your hip. you blink down at her. "what's that look?" she asks. you giggle, then lean down to kiss sevika's lips. she sighs against you.

"i've got it figured out." you say. you push the papers off your lap, they fall to the floor in a mess. sevika gasps.

"y-you do not!" she protests. you laugh and nod, shifting in sevika's lap to straddle her legs.

"i do. we'll have my parents lend the eastern peninsula some ships while they repair the bridges to ship the clay. they owe zaun anyways, for the aid you provided five years ago when they were recovering from the wildfires in the countryside." you say.

sevika blinks up at you rapidly, and then she curses, throwing her head back dramatically. "fuck!"

"what?" you ask, worried you're hurting her. you scramble to get off her lap, but she reaches out to keep you still.

"i keep forgetting i married a genius. it took you two fuckin' minutes to think of that, babe! i've been lookin' at this shit for hours!" she whines.

you snort and lean forward to kiss her. "you've been coming up with smart shit all day, baby." you remind her. "and it's only been a year. someday you'll remember me..." you sigh dramatically. sevika snorts and pinches your hip and you grin. "but, until then, i'm happy to remind you how amazing i am." you say, leaning forward slowly. sevika smiles up at you, her eyes closing as she anticipates a kiss. you giggle, then hop off her lap.

sevika's eyes pop back open and she whines. "where're you going?" she asks, pouting at you.

her pout quickly disappears when you start to tug at the tie of your plush velvet robe. sevika's back straightens, her eyes get wide, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. you laugh, shaking your head fondly as you untie your robe.

sevika sits back in her throne like she's expecting a show. you just shake your head fondly, letting her believe what she needs to keep her relaxed and unsuspecting.

instead of shedding your robe, you pull the thin fabric belt free and circle the throne.

"where're you going?" sevika whines again, craning her neck to continue watching you. you just giggle, and start massaging her shoulders. she relaxes again. you giggle and kiss her scalp.

"you made me a promise, sev." you whisper.

sevika hums. "i did?"

"mhm. when we first got to the palace, remember what you swore to me?"

sevika sighs gustily, half ashamed, half annoyed. "promised i wouldn't work myself too hard."

"and do you think you've kept that promise?" you ask, keeping your voice soft and sweet. sevika huffs again.

"...no." she admits. you grin, and then move faster than sevika can process. in a flash, you've got her hands tied behind the back of the throne with the soft belt of your robe. sevika gasps, struggling against her restraints as you laugh and circle your trapped wife. "what the fuck!?" sevika squawks.

you giggle and straddle her lap again.

her eyes are drawn to the small gap in your robe, your cunt on full display for just a moment as you settle down on top of her legs. there's a shy, excited smile playing at the corner of her mouth. fuck, you love her.

"in my country, i could have you hanged for breaking your word to me." you say. sevika blinks up at you dreamily.

"yeah?"

you laugh and nod. "yeah. i kinda like you, though, and we're in your nation, so... i figured i could come up with a different punishment for you." you whisper.

sevika's eyes are dark and wide, her chest heaving even though she hasn't moved from her seat. "doesn't seem like much of a punishment." she says. you giggle, and lean forward to kiss her lips.

she'll think differently in a few minutes. for now, you enjoy the feeling of your strong wife rendered helpless beneath you.

sure, she could break through the flimsy loose knot you've tied her with. she doesn't, though, because she likes it. it's clear as day, written all over her excited face-- princess sevika's got a secret subby side.

it's in your top ten favorite things about her (on the sexual version of the list.)

you kiss her until she's putty in your hands, slowly, mindlessly grinding against her lap.

when she starts to whimper and her feet start to shuffle on the floor beneath her, you pull away with a smile.

"need something?" you ask.

"fuck, please." sevika whines. you laugh.

"please what baby? you didn't even ask for anything." you tease, cupping her blushing cheeks in your hands.

sevika gulps and scrunches her eyes shut to focus on her words. "i-i wanna see you." she whines.

you laugh. "so take my robe off." you say, pushing your chest forward. sevika groans. "y'know. i was waitin' naked in bed for you." sevika shivers underneath you. you giggle. "was kinda hopin' you'd come to bed and take advantage of me-- maybe i'd wake up with your hands on me..." sevika's enraptured with your story, nodding up at you to get you to continue. you smile down at your sweet girl, and kiss her nose. "but since you decided to be bad, i woke up freezing cold and all alone instead."

sevika actually whimpers. you try (and fail) to bite back your grin at the sound. "i-i'm sorry." she whines. you giggle.

"not as sorry as you're gonna be, baby." you promise her, kissing her pouting lips.

sevika's predictable once you get to know her.

it's one of your top ten favorite things about her. (on the not sexual list)

she likes a big breakfast in the morning, and then smaller meals throughout the day. she prefers her stiff, utilitarian military uniform to her flouncy royal gowns; and if she can help it, she'll wear pants. and, since the day she had the royal artisans hand craft a strap for the two of you: sevika hardpacks when she goes to work.

it makes her feel hot, and it honestly helps her fill out her (customarily men's) uniform pants. plus-- more times than not, watching sevika work gets you worked up. it's just more convenient for her to put it on every morning.

so, when you unclasp her pants and push them down her hips, you're counting on the bulge in her boxers. the sight of it makes you grin. "one of these days i'm getting my own cock made." you sigh as you start to stroke her bulge.

sevika shudders, both from your words and from the pressure of your hand. "you wouldn't know what to do with it." she huffs.

you giggle. "probably not. i'm sure you'd figure out something to do with it, though." you laugh. sevika blushes bright red, and you laugh, leaning forward to nibble her ear.

"sh-shut up." she whines.

"oh please, like you're not soaking your pants thinkin' about me fuckin' you." you tease. sevika's thighs clench together and you cackle.

"b-baby." sevika whines.

"you just never know sev. one of these days, you'll be crawlin' under my skirts to taste me 'n i'll get to fuck your throat instead." sevika shudders, squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face against your shoulder. you giggle. "you like that?"

"yes." sevika's voice cracks, and her answer comes out as a squeak.

"mmh. me too. 'm so wet thinkin' about it, look." you whisper, before you reach under your robe and swipe two fingers up your wet cunt.

sevika lunges forward, wrapping her lips around your fingers before you can even properly show off your arousal. she moans at the taste of you, her eyes locked on yours as she swirls her tongue between your digits.

your cunt squeezes around nothing at the feeling, and you moan, shoving your fingers further into her mouth. sevika takes it perfectly, her spit trailing down your wrist as you start to fuck her mouth with your fingers.

"fuck, princess." you groan. "thinkin' about suckin' my cock, huh?" you ask. sevika's eyes roll back in her skull, and she nods around your fingers. you shove a third past her lips, wanting to fill her completely. the little wet noises coming from her mouth only get louder. "'m thinkin' about it too. thinkin' about fuckin' you over the balcony at home so you can tell the entire kingdom how fuckin' good i feel."

sevika chokes on your fingers, her eyes go wide, and then she falls apart beneath you, shivering and shaking in her throne as she cums in her pants. you groan, pulling your fingers out of her mouth only to replace them with your tongue, your grip on her jaw possessive as you fuck her mouth with your tongue.

"shit, sev, did you just fuckin' cum?" you gasp. sevika's still shivering and whimpering, and you kiss her again. "fuck, baby, that wasn't even your punishment! you weren't even inside me yet!" you laugh, your words interspersed with the kisses you're pressing to her face and neck.

"shut up!" she whimpers, embarrassed. you kiss her again.

"absolutely fucking not. that was so hot, shit-- i was gonna tease you so much more," you whine as you pull her cock out of her boxers, lining it up with your cunt, "but now i fuckin' need you."

sevika collapses against the throne when you sink down on her like she can actually feel you. she's still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm-- her handsfree orgasm-- and the reminder of it only makes you more desperate.

"fuck!" you squeal. sevika's cock is big. she usually takes her time with you, warming you up with her mouth and fingers before she finally pushes inside. but this-- this almost painful stretch-- it's making you see stars.

"baby--"

"shit, sev, you feel so fuckin' good." you groan.

"fuck, love."

you start to rock your hips and both of you whimper at the motion. "mmmfuck. can't wait to stretch you out like this." sevika gasps at your words and her head flops forward so she can bite at your throat, muffling her moans. "i'll fuck you so good, baby, i promise. fuck all the stress outta you..."

sevika growls against you-- a sound that you only ever hear when you're about to be in deep shit in the best fucking way. you're too lost in your pleasure to notice, starting to bounce on her lap as you let your fantasies and the feeling of your wife carry you away.

"fuck, sev, i'll fuck you so good i knock you up, baby."

a loud ripping sound rings thoughout the throne room, and before you can even open your eyes to figure out what's happened, sevika's launching forward, tipping both of you out of the throne.

you yelp your arms flailing uselessly as you fall, only for sevika's arms to reach out and grab you before you can crack your head open on the stone floor.

it occurs to you, very quickly in the split second that sevika takes to gently set you on the ground, that sevika's ripped through her bonds.

it's the last coherent thought you have for the rest of the night.

sevika fucks you like an animal, growling, clawing, and biting at you as you both slowly, slowly slide across the stone floor in front of the throne.

the smacking sounds of her hips meeting yours are bouncing off the high walls of the throne room, your shared moans reverberating until it melds into a constant, pleasured echo.

"sevika!" you wail. "fuck, fuck, sev, you-- baby, i love you!"

one of her hands is holding your thighs open, the other is smacking and pinching at your tits. she grins down at you, before swooping down to kiss your lips. "cum on my dick." she demands. "c'mon princess, cum for me."

the moment her hand trails up your thigh to touch your clit, you fall apart, screaming sevika's name as you soak your robe and her pants.

she grins down at you in admiration, kissing your cheeks, neck and chest as you try to catch your breath. you burst into giggles the second you've got enough air in your lungs.

"what's so funny?" sevika asks, though she's grinning like she's just as amused as you are.

"i hope lock took a really long walk." you huff.

sevika bursts into laughter, and she collapses on top of you. "fuck. i love you so much." she sighs happily.

you smile up at the arched ceiling and reach up to scratch your princess's scalp. "i love you more."

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll

@sevsdollette @ellieslob

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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jerefishvr · 2 years

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ajax smut pls

ajax going down on reader while xavier’s in the same room, sleeping.😩😩 maybe they’re fucking afterwards & in the morning xavier says „i need to buy soundproof headphones“

— on display ☆

— ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warnings : oral ( f receiving ) , biting kink , hair pulling, scratching

— summary : in which , you have to keep your mouth shut in order to get your needs satisfied.

a/n : guys you should read my a/ns at the end of my smuts cuz im telling y'all my FEELS smh, i always have the best drama

your mouth hung open, yet nothing coming out of it, nothing but a small string of gasps and whines as you couldn't risk moaning in the position you were currently in.

Ajax was devouring you like you were his last meal. sucking and licking on your clit while looking you in your doe-like eyes. He swore you never looked prettier. Your flushed and tear stained cheeks, your pretty orbs looking into his own while your pretty thighs locked around his head and grinded on his beautifully sculpted god like face.

You forgot about Xavier being in the same room as you guys as your pleasure was taking all over your senses. Your eyes scanned the room quickly and there was Xavier ,s leeping peacefully on the other side of the room on his, quite comforting mattress without having any idea what was unwrapping in front of him.

your hands grasped the bedsheets, clenching your eyes shut while biting your lip to keep your moans from escaping your red lips. Ajax wouldn't stop until he had you shaking under his hold.

you came with a cry of his name while trying to catch your breath, but before you could even do that, Ajax was once again spreading your legs open.

"Are you ready angel?" he asked. Voice filled with concern, he didn't want to hurt you or do anything without your permission. You smiled at that and nodded but your smile was quickly replaced into an "O" as he entered you.

The warmth of your walls relaxing him,his eyes rolling back and your pussy pulsing against him. He regained his control and slowly started building up the pace.

Soon enough, he was fucking you into the mattress. Driving you by your hips closer to him, you couldn't not moan at that. He felt like heaven, and he knew that.

Your nails scratching his back as to keep a hold of something so you can balance your self as he stretched your insides. The groan he let at that had you clenching around him, making him go faster and harder.

Neither of you stopped chanting each other's name as he suddenly bit down at your neck as a way to shush himself from his embarrassing loud whines. You gasped and cried out, wanting more.

He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him as he ruined you and your innocence. "Look at me when i fuck you" he moaned and felt your walls getting tighter, driving his cock even deeper into you.

"M' close, m' so close, fuc-" was all you could say before cumming embarrassingly loud on his cock as he fucked you through your high while he came inside of you.

He flopped down to the bed next to you and looked at you before you guys started laughing, thinking you were slick and succeeded at not waking Xavier up.

The next morning, you went to meet your friends and as you came, you heard Xavier talking about how bad he slept last night cause of you and Ajax.

"Shit, dude, i barely slept. I need to buy soundproof headphones immediately if they continue jumping each other's bones everytime they see each other" Xavier said in an annoyed whine as he complained while the others just laughed as Ajax slapped his shoulder.

"oh my god shut up Thorpe, you're just mad you don't get any bitches" Ajax said before running away from him, making the whole group laugh at his antics.

"I GET BITCHES! OKAY?" Xavier screamed at the boy before chasing the other boy all around the academy.

You walked up to the rest of the group, acting like you just got there and asked them what was all this fuss about. Yoko smirked and playfully placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh my, my, poor Y/n, really?? Ajax??.." Yoko said in a teasing tone while laughing.

"Oh shut up!" You blushed and crossed your arms.

a/n : ew wtf was this,, anyways. My crush stopped liking me back and we fought lowkey but we made up and went to a christmas luna park thingie and she gave me a ring of hers and told me she made me one and she'd give it to me if she wasn't running late. And she also kept hugging me and holding my hand cause she saw i wasn't hugging her or anything cuz i didn't wanna make her uncomfortable. ALSO SHE PUT HER LEG OVER MINE AS TO PREVENT ME FROM SLIDING FROM A RIDE?? But yeah today she went out with a boy whom i met her to like 2 days ago and they didn't even invite me lol she also ignores me to text him gonna scream, SUFFOCATE, RIP OUT MY HAIR, SOB, BANG MY HEAD VIOLENTLY AGAINST A WALL.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe imagine #i want him #xavier thorpe fic #ajax petropolus smut #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus

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la-undercover-latina · 22 days

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Eyes on Me, Princess

Summary: After so long apart while Hongjoong was in America, he shows you everything San taught him after Mr. & Mrs. Kim left.

Warning: Smut under the cut so MDNI

Kinks ahead: Dom/Sub relationship, fingering, binding, squirting, and use of Daddy

You didn’t even realize that he was in the bedroom with you, too enraptured by your phone where a TikTok edit played of your boyfriend learning how to body roll, courtesy of San.

Note to self, kill San tomorrow.

“What’re you watching, doll?” Hongjoong asked, grabbing water from your mini fridge next to your bed.

Blushing, you tried to smother your phone underneath your pillow. But, just like with your Nintendo DS that you had as a kid when you were supposed to be sleeping, the pillow did little to nothing to block out the track that the Atiny who made the edit placed over it.

“Now you have to show me,” He laughed and dove for it, wrestling with you for it.

Somehow, even though he came from clear across the room, he managed to grab it before you could stop him.

A devilishly handsome grin came over his face as he watched the edit play once more.

“Well well well… Little miss innocent isn’t so innocent after all,”

“We both know I’m not innocent Captain,” you smirked, knowing what it did to him when you called him Captain. You were proven right when you saw his brown eyes darken.

He grabbed both of your wrists, holding them above your head.

“Do you want me to show you everything San taught me after my parents left?” He asked with a smirk on his plump lips.

“Yes Daddy,” you gasped as his hold tightened on your wrists.

He was gone and you wouldn’t be able to walk right for the foreseeable future. But you craved it, especially with the time apart.

“Give me a minute. Don’t you dare move your hands until I get back,” The Scorpio warned. You nodded.

If you disobeyed him when he was like this, you’d be wheelchair bound.

He disappeared into the in-home studio, coming back with his Wake Up scarf in hand.

“Some insurance Princess,” He smirked as he tied your wrists to the bedpost.

“You don’t trust me to stay still?” You challenged him.

“Not with what I have planned, baby girl, no,” he tightened the scarf.

“Too much?” He asked and you shook your head as you tested the bindings.

It was a good thing he tied you up, because if he hadn’t, you would’ve clawed up and down his back already.

He really should talk to the CIA about becoming a torturer if Ateez ever flopped- not that he would let his other baby flop.

Feather light touches mixed with slapping across your sensitive and heated skin made your head spin.

“Good thing I soundproofed our bedroom,” he chuckled as he rolled his body on top of yours, making your eyes shut in pleasure. Only for a slap to your pussy to rip your eyes open.

“Eyes on me princess,”

“I’m pretty sure Prince Charming never tied up the princess or did any of this to her,” you breathed.

“He did, they just never told anyone,” he smirked before moving down your body and coming face to face to your core.

“I missed this so much. You wouldn’t believe how many nights I thought about you like this,” he smiled deviously before nipping at the skin of your inner thigh. A whine left your lips before he began his assault on your pussy, a mix of his tongue and fingers assaulting your bundle of nerves.

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” he warned.

“Or what?”

“Hope you think the bed is comfy,” he told you with a chuckle before continuing his assault.

“Joongie,” you breathed, your back arching as he hit your g-spot with his tongue. He left your core with a pop.

“Not my name princess,” he raised a brow.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” you whined, trying to bring your body closer to his lips.

“That’s better,” he crawled up your body, crashing his lips onto yours while his hands went to work making you a blubbering mess under him.

You could taste yourself on his tongue mixed with his mouthwash, making you heady.

“Right there Captain!” You left his lips to scream, your hands fighting even harder against the restraints as he pounded into your g-spot and curling his fingers even more, making you see stars.

“You close princess?” He asked sweetly. The contrast of his tone with the look on his face and body made the stars even more pronounced. You nodded furiously, needing him to give you permission before you passed out.

“Use your words baby girl,”

“Yes Daddy! P-please,”

“Please what?”

“Let me cum!” You shouted.

“Good girl. Cum for me princess,” he told you with what Atiny has dubbed Demonline and they didn’t even know how right they were.

With his permission, you finally let the dam release, no control of your body at all.

“I think my princess missed me,” Hongjoong smiled as he released your bindings.

Once you came back to Earth, you saw Hongjoong with a water bottle and the pack of baby wipes that you kept near your bed for this exact purpose.

“How’re you feeling Princess?” He asked, the dominant man nowhere to be found. Now he was your Joongie.

“You haven’t done that in a while,” you breathed.

“Yeah, you too,” he motioned to the bed underneath you that was soaked.

“You squirted,” he gave you a proud smile, bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“Thank god the bed is comfy,”

“Netflix?” He asked and got to work helping you clean up since your limbs were still non functional.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke when you were cuddling after the cleanup.

“Me too,”

“Come with me next time?” He asked and you had to blink, replaying the words in your mind a few times to make sure you heard right.

“I thought you couldn’t,”

“I’m the captain. I’ll talk to KQ in the morning,” he told you before kissing your shoulder and a smile cemented on your face.

Taglist: @multidreams-and-desires @the-princess-of-mischief-1998

#ateez #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez atiny #atiny #ateez imagines #ateez x reader

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sadseungmin · 2 months

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hi i love your dark concepts, i was wondering if you could do a DARK smut with multiple members? whichever you choose are fine, maybe chanlix or minchan? maybe a yandere smut or kidnapping?? :))

♡ being the play-thing of psychotic (eldest) hyung-line ♡

psychotic bang chan/lee minho x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)

p.s. i hope this is to your liking, anon!

⚠︎ tw: non-con elements (i.e. forced orgasms, forced exhibitionism), physical violence, pet play

You were always warned to never be trusting of strangers; that you're gambling with your life whenever your guard is down and your heart is open. The darkest intentions often hide behind the prettiest of smiles and the doe-iest of eyes, and yet, you still fell for Chan's and Minho's charms. So when the two men invite you to their lavish mansion on the outskirts of town for a night of drinking and good conversation, you happily accept.

That night, as you nurse your cool glass of Pinot Grigio, you can't help but notice how beautiful the two men look under the soft glow of the chandeliers hanging above—how well they complement one another, and how their gazes are locked on you so intensely, it's slightly unnerving. It's your last coherent thought before your eyes grow heavier and Chan's and Minho's voices sound distant. Dizziness washes over you, and just before the glass slips from your fingers, you realize...

You had gambled and lost. ˏˋ° ♱ *⁀➷

『 ↳♡･ﾟbreaking-in their new toy ೃ ♱

Psychotic Chan and psychotic Minho are meticulous in their shared obsession with you, deriving pleasure from controlling every aspect of your existence, starting with the dismantling of your bodily autonomy. They are devoted to breaking and possessing you entirely, using a variety of disturbing rituals and methods to ensure you serve your purpose as the perfect toy.

How it begins...

You awake in a dimly lit room, naked with your limbs tied tightly to the posts of a bed. Chan approaches first with a calm demeanor and a façade of gentleness. He caresses your tear-streaked face, whispering false assurances before moving his hands lower. His touch is slow, cold, and calculating. He speaks softly, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he and Minho needs you, all while ignoring your loud pleas to stop.

"Your screams are so pretty, baby. Too bad no one will hear them; this room is soundproof, after all."

Minho watches from the corner of the room, a smirk on his lips and his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. When Chan signals, Minho finally steps forward and approaches. He roughly grabs your inner thigh, his grip bruising your skin.

"You're gonna be good for us, and in return, we'll make you feel good too."

『 ↳♡･ﾟdaddy-kitten dynamic ೃ ♱

Chan and Minho revel in the power and control they have over you—their personal play-thing, their little kitten. This manifests in a twisted daddy-kitten dynamic, where your submission is not only expected but brutally enforced.

psychotic!chan is calculating; he enjoys toying with your mind and forcing you to submit through psychological manipulation. His orders are clear and absolute, and any hint of disobedience is met with severe punishment.

psychotic!minho prefers to be the enforcer, using his strength to dominate, leaving bruises and welts on your skin as reminders of their control. Minho loves the sight of your tears and your desperate, pathetic pleas for mercy.

How is this dynamic enforced...?

collaring and leashing: Chan gets you a custom-made collar, the first of many to come. The leather collar is baby pink (because, according to him, all kittens love that color) and is adorned with a golden pendant that reads: "Minchan's Little Kitten". He attaches a matching leash, leading you around and forcing you to perform degrading tasks. Whenever you're disobedient or hesitant to perform a task, Chan's favorite thing to do is choke you by pulling tightly on your leash.

"I know, kitten, I know. You can't breathe, right? That's because you didn't listen. The directions were fucking clear, weren't they? On the floor with your face down, ass up and arched, knees spread far apart, and hands holding your cheeks open. Now, let's try again, kitten."

impact play: Minho uses whips, paddles, and his hands to discipline you, and his strikes are always precise and powerful. The pain is a reminder of your place, and the bruises and welts left behind are a testament to your complete submission. Minho loves putting you over his lap and spanking your bare ass and pussy with repeated heavy-handed strikes.

"God, you're pathetic. Crying like a big baby, yet your pussy is just as wet as your face. Begging for me to stop, but your pussy is drooling all over my slacks. You're enjoying this, huh? You're a sick little kitty. Only sick kittens would enjoy being punished like this."

edging and denial: Chan takes pleasure in edging you to the point of tears, bringing you repeatedly to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying you release until you're nothing but a trembling, desperate mess. He enjoys using a variety of toys—clit lickers, vibrating nipple clamps, fuck machines—to force these orgasms from you. He loves watching your body writhe around helplessly as tears bead in your eyes and drool slips from your parted lips.

"Bratty kittens like you don't deserve to cum. Sob all the fuck you want; it changes nothing. I don't care how red and swollen your pussy gets, or how much your tummy cramps—you haven't shown that you deserve to cum. That's not how kittens get what they want."

forced exhibitionism: As much as they enjoy sharing you between just themselves, they especially love making you perform in front of their closest friends to further shame and degrade you. Donning nothing more than cat ears, a collar, and a skimpy bra and panty set, every touch and forced orgasm is witnessed by six additional pairs of eyes. It's humiliating being seen like this, even more so to be repeatedly creaming and squirting and moaning from the attention of so many mouths, hands, and cocks. With all your holes properly stuffed and filled, how can you form coherent thoughts of shame or embarrassment?

"Look how cock-drunk you are, y/n. Mmm, you're completely ruined, kitty. You definitely belong to us now. Who else would want a mind-broken, cock-obsessed, slutty kitten like you, hm? Who else is gonna appreciate your filthy, stretched out cunt, huh? You were clearly made for us, and us alone."

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tenelkadjowrites · 1 year

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Wallflower - Part Three - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE.

🌻 Summary: While your feelings towards nerdy Seonghwa continue to deepen, your relationship with your coworkers and job further deteriorate.

🌻 Word count: 10.7k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. descriptions of anxiety and a panic attack. dirty talk. hand job. spanking (reader receiving). masturbation. semi public sexual activities. unprotected sex. creampie.

🌻 Tags are now moved to the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

In your dream, you’re stuck behind a soundproof glass that has encircled your desk. Seonghwa is on the other side, sitting at his cubicle, typing away. You keep trying to get his attention but it’s useless. You bang your hands against the glass, growing frustrated. It’s becoming difficult to breathe. Your computer turns on, showing white static like an old TV. The noise grows louder, making it hard to think. As you bang your hands against the glass again, there is a noise that sounds like someone has turned on a bathtub. Alarmed, you look over your shoulder. Water is pouring in from the top of the glass through a small hole. It sloshes around at your feet and the panic of being submerged is so intense that you throw your weight against the glass. Nothing happens. It’s up to your ankles now and rapidly rising. You scream but no sound comes out –

And when you jolt awake, you find yourself staring at Seonghwa’s face. Panicked, you sit up, almost banging your head into his. He’s talking but you can’t make out what he is saying. Your heart is pounding so fast that it feels as though it’s going to explode out of your chest. Seonghwa’s hands are on your upper arms and you can finally make out what he is saying.

“It’s a nightmare. Hey, it was just a nightmare. You’re awake, it’s okay, you’re awake.”

He’s right. One wild glance shows that you’re in your bedroom, wearing just your skirt from earlier, Seonghwa still naked with the sheets around his waist. You take in a shuddery breath, trying to calm down.

“What time is it?”

Seonghwa glances at the clock on the bedside table. “A little past two.”

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t…” You shiver, suddenly cold.

“Let me get you a shirt and some water,” Seonghwa says and before you can protest, he slides off the bed.

The room is too dark to make anything out other than his silhouette as he grabs his boxers off the floor and glasses off the dresser. You watch him, trying to steady your accelerated breathing.

“The top right drawer of the dresser,” You tell him, “Any shirt is fine.”

He opens it, grabs one, hands it to you and then leaves to get some water from the kitchen. You slip into the shirt, tugging it down across your chest. Your heartbeat is still fast and it’s hard to pull yourself from the nightmare. It had simply felt so intense, from the loud static of the computer, the water cold against your feet and your desperation for Seonghwa to hear you.

Seonghwa returns a minute later with a glass of water, handing it to you. After thanking him, you take a long sip as he gets back into bed next to you.

“Do you want any?” You ask quietly when finished and he gives a small shake of his head. You place it on the bedside table. “I’m sorry that I woke you.”

“It’s alright, really.”

He is close to you now, warm, comforting, safe, and even though you should be mindful of how he is just your friend even with having sex involved, you lean forward and embrace him.

Seonghwa seems surprised for a millisecond before his arms wrap around you. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands resting against the smooth skin of his back.

“I was in some glass box at work. It was soundproof and filling with water. You were at your cubicle. I couldn’t get your attention and I knew I was going to drown,” You recall the nightmare aloud, “It’s silly, I know. And not real.”

“Your brain doesn’t know it isn’t real. It reacts accordingly,” He seems to be thinking for a moment because he then adds quietly, “But I heard you, didn’t I? That’s how I woke you up.”

The words calm you, the logic wiggling in your brain and taking root there. Seonghwa had heard you. Not in the nightmare but in reality where he woke you up and pulled you out of there. You soften in his arms, closing your eyes.

It feels good to have him here. Everything about Seonghwa radiated a calm, collected energy which was something you aren’t sure you possess anymore. Even though you have kept reminding yourself that he isn’t for you, that he is more of a friend than anything else, it didn’t seem as if your body listened. The way you responded to his touch, calmed down around him and felt safe all made a small voice in the back of your head say you were intentionally ignoring something quite obvious.

“Do you want to lay back down?” His voice is gentle, and you are nudged away from your potentially brooding thoughts.

You nod but can’t bring yourself to let go which results in your head back on his chest, curled against him after he removes his glasses. His fingers trail down your back, and you can feel your heartbeat begin to slow. With Seonghwa laying back down, your attention is drawn to his body. You fight the urge to reach out and touch him there, reminding yourself that he needs to go back to sleep.

But as the nightmare fades from memory, it’s difficult not to want him again. Everything just feels so perfect with Seonghwa, including sex. The pleasure blots out the worries about work, your unhappiness, your lack of friends – all of it fades when he touches you.

Trying to play it off casually, your hand moves lower against his stomach. His skin is warm to the touch. You are thinking about how big he is, how long it took to get him inside your cunt. Your fingers are on the top of his boxers now, hovering, torn between going to bed or asking if you could make him feel good.

Seonghwa stirs a little and then whispers, “What are you thinking about?”

You could lie. But that doesn’t feel like a true option. So, you go, “I was thinking about touching you. But then I was scolding myself that you want to get some sleep.”

He pauses for a moment. You can hear the small inhale of his breath. The room is quiet, far removed from any noise of street traffic. Occasionally, it could feel isolating. Tonight, it just makes you grateful for Seonghwa’s steady presence.

“You can touch me,” His voice is a rumble in your ear pressed against his chest.

Your hand travels downward, touching him outside his boxers. You’ve had a collection of lovers over the years but this compelling emotion of wanting to make someone feel this good is new. Seonghwa has made you cum more in a short amount of time than anyone else did and has been putting your pleasure first constantly. You want to give that back to him with such intensity that you don’t even give yourself time to analyze why it’s such an overflowing emotion because you’re afraid of what the answer is going to be at the end.

Seonghwa shivers, his hand briefly going still against your back as you continue to touch him. His cock is growing hard in his boxers. It is too dark to make out anything other than the outline of his bulge. It strains against the fabric as you continue to rub. His breathing has changed, deepening with each movement of your fingers.

Your hand goes to the top of his boxers, tapping two fingers against Seonghwa’s stomach. He gets the message, raising his hips just enough for you to tug down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. It lays thick and heavy against his stomach, and when you bring your hand around it, Seonghwa shudders. His length is warm and rock hard in your palm.

“It’s kinda impressive I got this thing inside me,” You remark quietly.

“Are you teasing me?” He replies, his voice as light as a feather.

“Just a little,” You admit.

After spitting into your hand, very slowly you stroke his cock. Your hand is small against his girth but you make the best of the situation. You like how Seonghwa’s breath is quickening as you continue to slowly move your hand up and down. There is precum glistening at the tip of his cock now and you bring your hand up to smear it across his length.

“Can I ask you something? It’s a vanity question,” Seonghwa’s voice is uneven and after you nod, he continues, “Did I uh…well, the rumor. Did it end up being true…for you?”

“Which part?” You are playing coy now, taking secret pleasure in hearing Seonghwa’s embarrassed tone.

Your speed increases a little and Seonghwa lets out a tiny moan. The sound makes you wet, drives you to keep going because you want him to make more noise, to crumble completely underneath your touch.

“The entire –” He groans softly as you keep going, stopping only to make sure to get collect his precum to use as a lubricant, “Entire rumor.”

“I don’t remember it,” You continue to tease him, “Can you remind me?”

His free hand is gripping the bed sheets as you keep going. You can hear the sound of his sticky cum against your hand, tilting your face upwards to look at his changing expressions and the pink hue across his cheeks.

“The r-rumor that I can fuck well,” He says and he looks torn between being shy enough to melt into the bed and horny enough to buck his hips against your hand, “And that I – fuck,” He loses his train of thought as your speed increases, jerking him off hard and fast.

You’re so wet that you’re practically dripping for him but your only focus is on Seonghwa. His head rolls back at one point as the pleasure heightens, his gasp ragged. He looks like a far cry from the well put together nerd at the office which somehow makes it hotter.

Still, he tries to complete his earlier sentence. “And that I have a big dick,” He says it quickly as if he is afraid of losing himself to how good it feels.

“Don’t forget the eating pussy,” You reply casually as if your hand isn’t a mess of his cum, listening to his growing noise of moans and groans, “But yes, I think the rumor was entirely true about you, Seonghwa.”

“O-oh, good,” He manages to say and you know he is close to finishing by the fragile sound of his voice.

“Now, are you going to blow your load all over my hand or do you wanna keep talking?”

Seonghwa lets out a strangled groan, bucking his hips against your hand as he begins to cum, the words pushing him to climax. You watch his expressions change as he finishes, taking note of the way he bites down hard on his bottom lip, how tightly his eyes close, the flush of colour against his skin. Something flutters in your chest at the sight.

His cum is hot against your skin, covering your hand and spilling out over his abdomen. Before you can even say another word, Seonghwa shifts onto his side, grabbing your leg and hoisting it over his hip while bringing his hand down to your cunt. His fingers find your clit immediately and the touch makes you gasp.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” His voice is hoarse as he rubs your clit, “You’re going to cum in seconds.”

You try to reply but your body is shivering and Seonghwa kisses you. Your moans are muffled against his mouth as he furiously works your clit. His tongue is in your mouth; he takes over your senses. Your body responds to him in a way it never has to anyone else.

He is right – your orgasm begins in seconds. You are cumming against his hand, weak against his touch. Waves of pleasure overtake you, spurned on by his gentle words to keep going. By the time your climax subsides, all thoughts of the nightmare are washed away and replaced with the warmth of Seonghwa.

Enveloped in him, it doesn’t take long to fall back asleep.

The Monday morning meeting is one of the dullest events of the week but lately, they have become an intolerable exercise in trying not to quit on the spot. They always ran too long on account of Sir Dipshit not knowing when to stop, ultimately talking about things that had no bearing on the matters at hand.

You are chafing to get out of the stuffy meeting room.

“This Friday, remember, we are allowing everyone to wear jeans! Very exciting,” Sir Dipshit clasps his hands together, “We might even do it next Friday too!”

“Yippie,” You mumble, eyes scanning the crowd again to find Seonghwa. This is tricky because he is slightly behind you which means glancing at him never looks natural.

He is tucked away in the corner, leaning against the wall because Sir Dipshit never brings the right amount of seats for everyone. His button up shirt is pastel blue, crisp without any wrinkles. His tan slacks with a simple black belt finish off his outfit. As usual, his light blonde hair is slightly messy and he looks attentively through his large glasses. You have no idea how he can look so alert. But you suppose he enjoys his job unlike yourself.

You feel so many different emotions while looking at him that it makes it difficult to pinpoint just one. A month ago, Seonghwa was just the nerdy coworker and now he’s…well, not only someone you’ve slept with, someone you know now in a manner that no one else in the office does, but he’s your friend.

But ‘friend’ doesn’t seem to fit how you see him. Which just makes things more confusing since there is nothing about Seonghwa that is your type romantically as you remind yourself a thousand times a day. He’s also given no indication that he sees you as anything other than a friend to casually have sex with. Except the way he holds you afterwards, a tiny and annoying voice says in the back of your head which you staunchly ignore.

As if sensing your gaze on him, Seonghwa glances over in your direction. Your eyes lock for the briefest moment and Seonghwa mimics falling asleep. Your lips twist in a smile as you look away.

“What’s so funny?” Your coworker whispers.

“Nothing,” You lie immediately, still feeling as though whatever is going on with Seonghwa is something to be kept private.

Your coworker stares at you for a beat longer before settling back in her chair, dropping the subject. You know that it is a matter of time before someone starts to notice your friendship with Seonghwa which will naturally bring rumors about dating since everyone is bored to tears in the office. You will never hear the end of it from your circle of coworkers that you have coffee with and the future headache looms in the distance. Seonghwa has often been the subject of many a conversation mocking him much to your ever growing guilt. The entire thing reminds you of high school in the worst way possible.

Sir Dipshit finally frees you ten minutes later as everyone spills out of the meeting room to drag their heels back to their cubicles. You don’t want to go to your desk but you didn’t want to be in the meeting either. You just simply don’t want to be here.

Instead, you wander over to the watercooler, taking your sweet time. You feel Seonghwa’s presence before you see him, looking over your shoulder.

“Dallying too?” You ask.

“Sorta,” He replies, grabbing his own small paper cup, “I saw you over here and wanted to say hi.”

You can feel the butterflies in your stomach and steadfastly pay no attention to them. The early morning light is slanting through the windows of the office, making Seonghwa’s hair shine.

“Was just trying to stay awake during that meeting,” You say, trying not to picture him naked underneath his office attire or think about how his tongue felt in your mouth, “He just talks so fucking much.”

“Yeah, he is quite enchanted with the sound of his own voice,” Seonghwa replies but you catch the way his eyes flick down to your waist before leaning forward to fill up his cup.

You swallow hard, looking at the curve of his neck. Your entire body is screaming for him and it is distracting. After he left Saturday morning, the two of you only casually texted the rest of the weekend. There had been nothing sexual about the conversation, leaving you back with the original feeling of floating between friendship and sex. Things always felt the most natural when you were wrapped up in him after sex. Otherwise, there seemed to be something awkward hovering in the air.

Seonghwa straightens, fixing his glasses and then going, “How are you feeling today? With being here?”

You exhale slowly, “Honestly, not that great. But I’ll get over it.”

His eyes narrow a little. “You know, there are other places you could work. You don’t have to feel trapped here if you’re that unhappy.”

“Yeah but…you know, I’ve been with this company for a while now and sorta climbed my way to this spot. And there’s still more to climb.”

“Sure, I get that,” He takes a sip of water and you stare at his Adam’s apple, “But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it?” He finishes with a shrug.

You stare at him, the words sounding like a thunderclap in your head. You aren’t even sure what to say.

Seonghwa crushes the small cup in his large hand, making your emotions a confusing mess of work angst and horniness. He tosses it into the bin.

“I’ll talk to you later,” He says with a small wave.

You nod, watching Seonghwa go, torn between pulling him into an empty office somewhere and fucking him or staring at the wall as a mental cacophony of doubt and fear about work bounces around your skull.

In the end, you do what you’re paid to do – sit at your desk and pretend to be busy.

Lunch hour, sitting at the same table, in the same chair at the coffee shop across the street. You are staring at your unfinished muffin with a trickle of disdain. Around you, the usual round of gossip has commenced. You can’t believe it is only one in the afternoon. The thought of going back into the office is oppressive but so is staying here and drinking your coffee.

“Well, that’s cuz everyone in the software and IT departments are nerds of the worst kind,” Someone is saying while you stare at your coffee as if it can tell your fortune. “I mean, accounting is pretty bad too.”

“Yeah but Sir Dipshit loves accounting. When he talks to any of the computer geeks in software, you can tell he doesn’t feel like the smartest guy in the room anymore so he hates it,” Another coworker says.

Your mind is still stuck on what Seonghwa had said by the watercooler. But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it? You think about how focused you’ve been on your career and nothing else, how so many things fell to the wayside over the years, your nice apartment that gives you no joy, and how you’ve never stopped to consider what sort of life you actually want. If anyone else had sounded like the Hannah Montana movie while trying to give you advice, you would have ignored them. But the words coming from Seonghwa are taking root in your chest.

You only tune back into the conversation when your gossipy coworker says, “He likes Seonghwa because every time that guy talks, Sir Dipshit can quietly take a nap.”

The chorus of titters is what pushes you over the edge. Looking up from your coffee, you snap, “Aren’t we bored? Every day we come over here and waste the entire hour shit talking people in the office because our lives are fucking boring.”

“Jesus, what the hell is your problem?”

Your gossipy coworker narrows her eyes, suspicion lining her features. “She’s got a crush on Seonghwa, that’s what it is.”

You can feel your cheeks growing warm at the accusation. “I do not. I’m just bored of talking about the same people all the time in the worst way possible.”

“You were fine with it until it involved Seonghwa. Once that rumor of his big dick popped up, you’re suddenly his staunch defender even though you’ve made fun of him plenty of times,” She goes on relentlessly and you flinch, knowing she isn’t exactly wrong, “So, why don’t you save the holier-than-thou attitude you’ve gotten lately.”

You stand up. Your skin is hot and not in a fun way; it feels as if there are tiny bugs wiggling around underneath the surface. You’re weary of the gossip, you’re burnt out on the daily routine and yes, the guilt at sitting around as people make fun of Seonghwa is burning you up.

“If you’re so curious about Seonghwa, why don’t you go hang out with him then?” Your gossipy coworker continues, clearly relishing the moment that has been building for ages.

“At least it would be a nice change of pace compared to sitting around here talking about the same stuff,” You snap, grabbing your bag, “Masquerading as the mean girls in a shitty movie set in high school.”

You storm off, hearing giggling behind you as your coworker says something you can’t make out. Your heart is racing and the palms of your hands feel itchy. The office building looms in front of you but staying near them is also too much.

You know you’ve effectively burned a bridge with the only sort of ‘friend group’ you have at work. Some part of you doesn’t care while the other side cares very much. It had been so easy to fall in with them; maybe you’ve always hated working here and hanging out with them made it easier to hide from.

But the guilt at everything you’ve ever said negatively about Seonghwa is slamming into your chest with the force of a sledgehammer. You enter the building, hurriedly pressing the button for your floor, wondering what would happen if you just left early. Would Sir Dipshit notice? Would anyone care?

By the time you step off the elevator, you can feel the start of a full blown panic attack tugging on the edges of your brain. Your eyes sweep the office floor which is emptier than usual due to most people on their lunch hour. But you spot Seonghwa walking away from the fax machine, a slightly annoyed expression on his face (which most people had whenever they needed to use the fax machine).

You walk towards him, each footfall heavy in your head. Seonghwa looks surprised at the sight of you walking towards him so aggressively. You aren’t even sure what you’re going to say until you get in front of him, open your mouth and –

A choked sob comes out instead of any words. He looks immediately alarmed, reaching out for your arm before stopping himself, his hand hovering in the air.

“I think I’m gonna have a panic attack,” You manage to mumble, wishing you were not about to embarrass yourself in front of the whole office.

Seonghwa doesn’t miss a beat, going, “Follow me,” and heads back towards the elevator.

You listen to him, unsure where he is going to take you. Your vision is blurring with tears and your chest is growing tighter by the second. The elevator doors close. You’re aware that you are making some strange breathing noises as your entire body feels more and more off kilter. Seonghwa doesn’t say anything. The doors open and he tells you again to follow him.

It is a lot colder down here and so quiet that it is almost unsettling. You realize Seonghwa has brought you down to the server room where no one would have any reason to be here. He pushes open a door to a small office and you immediately sit down at the computer chair before exploding into tears.

Seonghwa crouches in front of you, his hands tentatively resting on your knees while looking upwards. “What can I do?” He asks in a soft voice.

His kindness doesn’t help, not now as you mentally beat yourself up. Your breathing is ragged as if your lungs are struggling to work properly. The tears are a wild thing now, like a creature being trapped, and when you speak, each word is punctuated with a horrible gasp.

“I was having coffee with everyone and they – I don’t get along with them and I don’t like them or myself around them – so I said as much and – ” Your words are cut off as a fresh sob escapes from in between your lips, “And I hate it here and I hate this job but I don’t know what else to do at this point because I’ve worked my entire life to land here and I’m miserable.”

Seonghwa opens his mouth to reply but you give a firm shake of your head. You can’t take him being kind to you, not without him knowing all of it.

“I’m not a good person. I’ve made fun of you so many times before we began to hang out. Just casual comments here and there without thinking too much about you as a person. Because I was bored. And I’m ugly inside. I’m sorry,” You finish, crying so hard now that you think you’re going to snap in half.

You can’t make out Seonghwa anymore since you’re crying too much. The office is cold, your skin has broken out into goosebumps and you feel very small in this office. The guilt that was eating away at you has now been vomited up into the world but you don’t feel any better.

“Hey, you don’t think that I’m not aware of the jokes made about me?” Seonghwa says in a tone of someone trying not to startle a deer, “I know it’s easy to make fun of the guy who builds Lego kits for fun and has a stack of Animal Crossing amiibo cards. It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re lying,” You shake your head, “You’re still trying to be nice to me.”

At this, Seonghwa laughs quietly. “What do you want me to do? Punish you because you cracked some jokes about my interests before we even knew each other?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, “I need you to tell me I’m a bad person and that we can’t be friends anymore.” You rub your eyes furiously, knowing your makeup is a lost cause at this point.

“What people say doesn’t impact me. Everyone always has something to say about me what I like and how I dress. If I paid attention to them, I’d be wasting all my energy on trying to get people to like me or know me,” He shrugs, “I have friends and family that I care about. Those are the people whose opinions matter to me.”

“You’re the worst,” You squeak out, “You’re just so likeable all the time.”

Seonghwa laughs louder at this remark and your crying begins to lessen. He raises up his hand and brushes some tears off your cheek. “You didn’t know me when you said those things. Everyone gets bored at work, wants to find something to talk about. Now that you know me, you felt so bad about what you said, you come to me crying about it.”

“Even after we became friends, they would make jokes about you and I just let them. I like how I feel when we hang out –” Realizing how that sounds, you quickly backtrack, “I don’t mean just…I mean hanging out as friends. Not just the physical…anyway I just didn’t want them to know because I liked having this friendship that wasn’t tied to work. It wasn’t something work knew about. It was just mine. I got selfish. So if they talked about you, I stayed silent.” The tears are threatening to make a return and your bottom lip quivers. “But that was shitty of me. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

You are expecting anger at the confession that even after being friends with him and sleeping together, you still let people shit talk him. Or maybe that’s just want you wanted – your anger at yourself for not defending him, engaging in the shit talking, all the little jokes about him over the years, only noticing him because of a rumor, keeping him a secret because it suited you, all of it should lead Seonghwa down the path of being disgusted with you. It is what you deserve.

But the expression on his face doesn’t change. “Listen, I appreciate the apology. I forgive you. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” You reply quickly, wishing he understood, “Why are you being so nice about it?”

Seonghwa shifts his weight a little while reaching for your hand. His touch is minor but feels like an anchor. Feels like something more than friends, that frustrating little voice whispers.

“I know my life. I know what I like, what I don’t, and who I want to spend time with. I know how to do my job and I know when to focus on a hobby, regardless of how it may be perceived as nerdy or whatever. I’m at ease with myself. You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy.”

“Damn, alright,” You breathe out, “Listen, I was expecting the friendship to be ended, not to be dragged to hell.”

Seonghwa fights off a smile, his thumb gently grazing the top of your hand. “What you need right now is compassion, not hostility. You’re having a rough time and trying to make the best of it. I forgive you for anything you may have joked about me in the past.”

“I also didn’t believe the rumor about you,” You say weakly, in one last final attempt to get the anger you felt you deserved, “I scoffed at it. Laughed at it even.”

“Well, I think we got the rumor squared away, don’t you? Unless I misunderstood the gibberish sounds coming out of your mouth the other night,” He teases quietly.

You let out a noise that sounds like a half cry, half laugh and rub your eyes again. You want to kiss him, you want him to hold you. But you’re at work, you’ve destroyed your makeup – and the two of you are still ultimately friends. It isn’t a friend who would kiss you at this moment.

“How terrible do I look?” You ask, wondering if you could possibly pretend you threw up and leave early.

But Seonghwa’s gaze only softens as he replies, “You look beautiful.”

You end up sneaking out of the office early before anyone can catch sight of you. Back at your apartment, you scrub your face clean and change into the comfiest clothes you have.

Then you just sit in silence on the couch, trying to work through the events of the afternoon. Tomorrow, you could apologize to your coworkers and try to fix things. But you don’t actually want to especially after apologizing to Seonghwa. It feels wrong to then go back to them.

I care about Seonghwa more than a group of catty coworkers, you think but try not to analyze it too much. When it comes to Seonghwa, things are starting to feel a bit more than muddled with how you see him.

You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy. Everything Seonghwa has said today is true. His earlier words about the climb being enjoyable also float around.

I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t stopped to think about if I even want to be doing what I do every day. But if I don’t want to do this, then what should I be doing? That same lost feeling is creeping up on you. You’ve been running from it for ages. To face it would mean everything in your life changing and that scares the hell out of you too. Maybe it’s easier to be miserable in a setting you know versus trying something new and not feeling the ground underneath your feet.

Your phone buzzes then. You know it is going to be Seonghwa before you check the text.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess. Are you still at work?”

“I’m leaving in a few,” There is a pause as the next message takes longer to be typed out, “Let me know if I can do anything.” is what it ultimately says.

“I will, thanks.”

In truth, you want nothing more than to forget about the day by tumbling into Seonghwa’s arms. But you have been increasingly relying on him to distract you from the utter confusion of your life which isn’t right.

On top of that, Seonghwa comes with his own set of confusion as well. The two of you are friends with benefits but the annoying way you get butterflies around him, and the way you wanted him to kiss you after being so comforting earlier was definitely not friendly. Now those feelings you weren’t quite ready to sit in yet.

You were starting to get the sensation of being at the top of a rollercoaster right before it dropped. You just weren’t sure if you would survive the fall.

You manage to cobble yourself together to return to work the next day although the giggles when walking past your coworkers tells you everything needed about that door closing. You feel weary, unable to care, knowing that things are shifting in your life but no idea where they are going to land.

In the short term, however, that meant your routine of coffee across the street is busted. You could just eat lunch at your desk but thinking about spending time willingly in your cubicle makes you feel faintly sick.

This realization leads you to seeking out Seonghwa around noon, wondering what he does during his lunch hour. You’ve seen him pop by the coffee shop a few times but not with any sort of regularity.

He is in his cubicle, typing away in an overly long e-mail. You hover, aware that by asking him to hang out at work, it will be signaling to everyone on the floor the two of you are friends. But your desire to be around him is stronger than stares and rumors.

“Seonghwa,” You say by way of greeting, “What are you doing?”

“Finishing up an e-mail Sir Dipshit won’t read,” He replies grimly.

You wonder if Sir Dipshit is aware the nickname you and your coworkers created for him has spread around the entire office to the point that even Seonghwa is casually using it. The thought pleases you.

You lean down to look at his computer screen. Seonghwa stops typing, tilting his face in your direction. It mirrors the same position from before when he was helping you update your computer. You scan the e-mail, steadfastly ignoring the quickening of your heart.

“Yeah, he won’t read this,” You confirm, “You have some words in here that have like eight letters or more in them.” He laughs and your brain buzzes pleasantly. “For the sake of honesty, I have no one to hang out with on my lunch hour anymore. What do you do?”

“I usually go to the cafeteria on the fifth floor.”

You turn to stare at him incredulously. “You don’t.”

“I do. Why is that shocking?”

“I just didn’t know anyone who actually goes there. I heard the food is apocalyptic.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s made out of ex-employees,” He says with mock seriousness, “That’s why I bring my own lunch. I just don’t want to eat at my cubicle.”

“Can I tag along?”

“Sure,” He says quickly, hitting send on the e-mail, “Let’s go.”

“No, explain it again,” You are saying twenty minutes later at one of the sterile tables in the mostly empty cafeteria.

“You’re making fun of me,” Seonghwa says dryly, “You think it’s silly.”

“No, I’m not saying it’s silly. I’ve just never sat around thinking about what I’d be doing in another universe.”

“Maybe you should,” He counters, “You wouldn’t feel so limited in your current life.”

You poke at the sandwich that was purchased after realizing you didn’t actually have anything to eat for lunch. A lukewarm cup of coffee is to your side – not up to your standards but what could you do about it? The coffee shop was off limits for now.

“So, what…in another universe, at this very moment, you could be…a prince.”

Seonghwa looks slightly perplexed. “I suppose so,” He replies slowly, “And you could be my childhood bully. Still talking shit about me even there.”

Your head snaps up from looking at your sandwich, worried he is actually upset about your gossiping about him. But he is hiding his laughter, clearly making fun of you.

“Hey,” You scowl, “You’re my singular friend, don’t scare me like that.”

Seonghwa looks strangely serious for a second, looking down at his meal. “We are still friends, right?”

You find the question curious and reply with a casual, “Well, yeah, of course.”

He shifts a little. His hair has fallen in front of his glasses, making it difficult to read his expression. You aren’t sure what Seonghwa is thinking about so you keep talking. “I mean, why wouldn’t we be? Unless I missed something.”

“No,” He says quickly, “You didn’t miss anything. I just wanted to make sure. Since you know…” He looks up then, making a small gesture between the two of you. “Sometimes things can change when physical…stuff is brought into it.”

You are sitting very still now, almost at the centre of a tornado in your chest. “No, I mean, we are still – we get along really well. I think we have a good…friendship.” But the word feels wrong in your mouth, a bit sour for some reason.

Seonghwa nods, his awkwardness radiating off him like a lighthouse helping ships to shore. “I assume…if we are going to date someone else, it would be best to…cut out the benefits part of the friendship. Since we’re…friends.”

The mentioning of dating feels like a sucker punch to your stomach. The cheap coffee churns painfully in your gut.

“Right, yeah, of course,” You say breezily in a tone that feels artificial and brittle, “That makes sense.”

“I just wanted to check in and see if anything had changed,” He had collected himself now, displaying an almost professional demeanor, “But with everything going on, I hadn’t been able to. Sorry to bring it up over lunch.” It is a signal the conversation is over.

But you are still snagged on the idea of Seonghwa dating someone else combined with the sudden knowledge that you couldn’t just casually fuck him forever. Eventually, time would bring changes, the very changes you feel exhausted running from.

Desperate to get the earlier energy back, you go, “Hey, does your multiple universe theory work for other time periods? Like, could we have met in the 90’s?”

“Sure, why not,” He has relaxed slightly. “You could be working at some department store or something.”

“And maybe you just started working there too. And you have a secret. Something scandalous.”

“A scandalous secret?” Seonghwa remarks incredulously, “Why are all your ideas so farfetched?”

“Oh, that’s far-fetched but not the concept of multiple universes?”

Seonghwa makes a noise of protest and the conversation continues. Even so, in the back of your head there is a dull throb. The ground is shifting underneath your feet, bringing you to the brink of making so many choices that you aren’t sure you’re ready for. Yet all you can picture is Seonghwa going on a date with someone else, wondering why it makes you feel vaguely ill.

The work day is almost over and you’re anxious to get out of the building. Sir Dipshit is patrolling around the office, asking some people to stay late and you have no intention on being one of those selected. This meant loitering in the back of the break room, slightly angled to see down the hall. If you even get a whiff of your boss, you’d dart out of the room and scurry to the bathrooms.

Nothing makes a grown woman feel more ridiculous than hiding out from her boss, you muse, hoping no one walks in and catches you acting weird.

Of course, that is exactly when someone does walk in.

Luckily, it is Seonghwa. He notices you immediately and raises one eyebrow. You bring a finger to your lips and motion for him to come over.

“What are you doing?” He whispers.

“Sir Dipshit is trying to recruit people to stay late and I will not be one of them.”

“So…just tell him no.”

“And get a lecture? That’s just as bad. I can’t handle a teamwork lecture right now.”

“Why are you hiding in the break room instead of one of the offices in the back that we’re using as glorified storage?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot about those.”

You reach for Seonghwa’s hand, yanking him along with you after making sure the hallway is clear. Behind the break room is a hallway near the bathrooms that have three separate offices. After upper management was condensed last year and a bunch of people got laid off, the offices had fallen into disuse.

You jiggle the handle of one which is locked. But the second office opens, allowing you to sneak inside and close the door behind Seonghwa. You pull down the blinds on the window facing the hallway and ram your back awkwardly into a gigantic pile of boxes.

“Ow, why is this shit still in here?” You hiss.

Seonghwa looks confused as to why he is hiding out alongside you. “No one wants to organize it and then scan the copies into the digital backup.”

There is still an empty desk in the room although most of it is covered in clutter. You wiggle past some boxes and go behind the desk, eying underneath.

“We could duck under here if we hear him.”

“Uhm, can I be honest for a second?” He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “This feels a bit ridiculous.”

“Well, then leave,” You fire back, “But I have twenty minutes to kill and you’re casting a shadow against the blinds. So make a choice.”

Seonghwa sighs but doesn’t leave, sliding through an opening in the clutter to stand next to you by the desk. There isn’t a lot of room – or light, seeing as the window is blocked with boxes almost touching the ceiling.

“This is extremely disorganized,” Seonghwa notes, pushing up on his glasses, “It should probably be tended to.”

“Why don’t you volunteer?”

“Well, I, uh, with the work I have, I don’t really have the time to sort through all of this.”

“Right and I bet if you ask every single person in this entire building, they’d say the same thing.” A noise in the hallway gets your attention, “Shit, be quiet.”

You pull on Seonghwa’s hand so that he crouches down behind the desk with you. There is a brief shadow against the blinds but it only lasts for a moment. Most likely someone heading to the bathroom. It suddenly hits you how absurd it is to be hiding out here. Maybe Seonghwa is right.

You turn your head in his direction to tell him as much. But Seonghwa is studying your face with such intensity that the words die in your throat. There is something unguarded in the expression, a rawness to it that you aren’t expecting and it is evident he hadn’t thought you were going to look at him in that second. But before you can say anything, Seonghwa is suddenly kissing you.

Surprised, you pull away, looking at his face which now includes a lipstick mark smeared across his lips. “What’s that for?” You whisper, your heartrate accelerating so quickly that you’re breathless.

“S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” He stammers, shaking his head, “I know we can’t – I shouldn’t do something like that at work.”

You weren’t meaning work but the words die in your mouth as you tug on his nerdy looking suspenders so that his lips are on yours again. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as the kiss deepens. His hand goes to the back of your neck, pushing you against his body.

Sprawled out in the narrow space behind the desk, the two of you pawing at one another as if you’re in the back of a movie theatre, you press your hand down against his groin, feeling his hard cock through his slacks. Seonghwa inhales sharply as his hands grope your tits. He sucks on your tongue for a moment as you hitch up your skirt so it’s easier to straddle him. His back is against the side of the desk and you rock against him, wishing that you could fuck him but knowing it would be a fool’s errand to try to take his girth at work when you can barely fit him inside you in your own bedroom.

In between the kissing, you manage to say, “We can’t fuck at work.”

“I know,” Seonghwa’s voice is taunt and cracks at the edge, “That’s playing with fire and too dangerous.”

“What? No, I don’t care about that. Your dick is just too big and it takes too long for you to get in me.”

Seonghwa laughs against your skin and then covers his own mouth, trying to keep himself silent. His cheeks are flushed and glasses are askew which you fix. But he has your lipstick over his face. So much for transfer proof, you think, slightly annoyed because the lipstick was not cheap.

“Come home with me,” You whisper urgently, “We can come back for your bike.”

Seonghwa is lowering his hand down your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit through your underwear. You jolt at the touch, thighs clenching as he brings his fingers underneath your underwear to probe your wet folds.

“Okay but first you have to cum,” He murmurs, “And you can’t make noise or take too long,” He moves a finger upwards to your clit, circling it lazily, “Judging by how wet you are, that second thing won’t be a problem.”

Your hands dig into his shoulders, a strangled moan leaving your mouth. Seonghwa shakes his head, a silent reminder to be quiet. You clamp down on your bottom lip.

You’re so wet that his finger keeps sliding off your clit but he doesn’t stop. He watches your ever changing facial expressions.

But being silent is becoming impossible. When a second moan tumbles free, Seonghwa brings up his other hand to your mouth, nudging your lips open a little before inserting two fingers inside. You close down around them, effectively muffled by their presence as he continues to rub your clit.

You know it is risky and silly to be doing something like this at work. Even if the offices are in disuse, there is still a risk of being caught. You simply can’t bring yourself to care enough to stop, not with Seonghwa making you feel this good. You enjoy the way he looks at you and enjoy biting down on his fingers when the pleasure becomes too much.

It doesn’t take you long to finish against his finger. Your orgasm is somehow as intense as it would be from fucking for hours but between trying to be quiet and Seonghwa’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t make very much noise.

Seonghwa brings his own finger to his mouth, tasting you against his tongue. You can feel his rock hard cock against your leg with how turned on he is from the entire situation. He pulls you in for another kiss and this one is slightly messy and on edge.

“Twenty minutes, meet me at my car,” You whisper and then pause before adding on, “But you should go to the bathroom first because my lipstick is all over you.”

Seonghwa blushes, looking like a flower in spring, and your heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Seonghwa’s voice is cracked at the edges as his fingers dig into the edge of the passenger seat of your car, “Or…at least only do it at red lights,” He amends quickly.

You pull your hand away from his groin, gripping the steering wheel instead. Fine, so maybe you are sorta groping him a bit on the drive home. But even though he made you cum only twenty-five minutes ago, you are almost light headed at the thought of fucking him. You don’t think you’ve wanted to fuck someone this desperately – something that, if you allowed yourself to think about it, would lead you down one logical conclusion. But your brain neatly skirts around the issue, focusing only on your desire for Seonghwa.

“Good idea,” You reply, thinking the drive to your apartment has never taken longer.

Seonghwa shifts in his seat, his hands delicately clasped over the very obvious, very large tent in his pants. You sneak a glance at him – the light colour on his cheeks, the pinkish hue of his lips, the way his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose – and look away before he notices.

A couple seconds later, you get stuck at a red light which means your hand slides over his thigh and onto the bulge in his pants. He moves his hands away, inhaling sharply as you grope his dick.

“Fuck, you gotta stop or you’re gonna make me cum in my pants,” He finally gasps, “At this point I’m going to last two seconds by the time I get in you.”

“Well, it’ll take ages just to get your dick in me,” You reply while moving your hand away, “We can count that towards your time.”

Seonghwa laughs quietly. His hands are back to gripping the side of the seat. The light turns green and it takes all your willpower not to just floor it to get home faster.

After what feels like an eternity, you are at your apartment, turning your car off. The two of you manage to keep your hands off one another in the lobby but once the elevator doors close to take you to the fifth floor, Seonghwa has you pushed against the wall, his hands on your waist while his tongue is in your mouth.

Too swept up in one another, you only realize the elevator doors have opened when you hear a small, horrified gasp. Seonghwa pulls away from you, his cheeks a bright pink. An old lady with a scowl on her face is gawking at the two of you.

You grab Seonghwa’s hand, tugging him out of the elevator past the judgmental old woman. “Have a nice night!” You shout over your shoulder while turning the corner.

Seonghwa makes a noise that sounds like half laughter, half horror. As you fumble in your purse to try to find your keys at your front door, his hands sneak up to your ass, his chest against your back as he kisses your neck. You manage to fetch your keys but almost drop them on the floor when he bites down against your skin.

Tumbling into your apartment together, Seonghwa kicks the door shut as you pull on his suspenders again to hungrily bring his mouth against yours. You are against the small table by the front door and something clatters to the floor which you don’t pay attention to, instead dropping your purse next to it.

Seonghwa’s long fingers are trying to unbutton the front of your shirt as you slip the suspenders off his shoulders. You can’t explain why the desire is so overwhelming, spilling out from the both of you as he finally tugs your shirt off, hands immediately groping your tits through your bra. You just know that it far surpasses anything you’ve felt previously and that you won’t be able to think clearly until he has fucked the hell out of you.

You push against his hard abdomen, the kiss breaking for a second as you motion to go to your bedroom. Even the short walk there is not without touching and kissing each other as Seonghwa unbuttons his own shirt and tossing it onto the floor just outside your room.

You are so turned on that your skin feels as if it is made from pure electricity. You grip Seonghwa’s hair as you bring him in for a kiss, his soft locks wrapped around your fingers as you nip at his bottom lip with your teeth. He groans in your mouth, the desperation evident in the way his voice cracks.

You lose your footing, bringing him onto the bed with you. His half dressed body is against yours as his head moves away from your lips down to your neck, yanking your bra down to expose your tits. Your arms trail up along the firm muscles of his back before coming to rest on his shoulders. Your mind flashes to how he felt pressed against your back in the hallway.

“Seonghwa,” You murmur as his hand gropes your tit, pinching your nipple in between his fingers to make you jump, “Fuck me from behind.”

His breathing catches and he pulls away from you to finish undressing while you do the same. With the rest of your clothes forming a small pile on the floor, you look at him naked in front of the bed. He is stroking his big hard cock, the light of the setting sun cutting through the half lowered blinds to lay lazily across his toned stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more than Seonghwa in this moment.

You turn around to get on all fours as Seonghwa runs his fingers down your back, stopping just above your ass. You shiver, your skin breaking out in goosebumps from the light touch.

“Are you wet enough for me?” He asks quietly, his hand lowering to touch your folds, making a small noise of approval, “Oh, you’re practically dripping.”

He gently presses down on your back to lower your body closer to the bed, your ass in the air as he nudges your legs apart wider to try to get ready for his cock. It’s easier to make your next request without having to look him in the face.

“Will you spank me?”

You can feel Seonghwa hesitate for a moment before he speaks, “Is this because of what you told me before?”

“Yes.” Your cheeks feel like two hot tiny suns.

“I told you I forgave you for gossiping about me.”

“I know. I just…” It is strange to feel this shy especially around Seonghwa of all people. “I just have been thinking about it. You touching me like that.”

His hand is on your ass now, a small weight against the skin. You know Seonghwa held no malice towards you about the gossip and it wasn’t even truly about the fact you had shit talked him before – that was just the setup, the excuse to let yourself daydream about him spanking you.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” He replies and then his other hand comes down sharply against your ass in a sudden spank.

You gasp, unprepared for it, rocking forward slightly from the impact. It somehow felt better than you were expecting. This isn’t something you typically do with partners but the idea of nerdy Seonghwa with his long fingers spanking you refused to leave your mind. Now, after the first spank, you know that you want more.

His other hand leaves your skin briefly to spank you on the other side. Your hands splay out against the blanket, gasping in pleasure from the sensation.

“If you take my cock well, I’ll keep spanking you,” He says, positioning his length at your entrance.

You’re desperate for him to enter you and when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, you feel almost relieved. Seonghwa goes slowly, aware that even though you’ve taken him before, this position is new and you’re still not used to his girth.

But you take the tip almost easily which rewards you with another heavy spank. You know that you’re soaking wet, already clenching down around the tip of Seonghwa when his hand smacks against your skin.

“Relax for me,” His voice is soft, completely different from the sensation of his hand spanking your ass, “There you go, baby. Now, take more of me.”

He moves his hips a little as your walls stretch out around his big dick. Taking him from behind feels completely different from the last time. Your brain feels as if someone has picked it up and is emptying it out across a beach, every thought being washed away by the growing pleasure.

Seonghwa spanks you again, so hard that your hands form fists to grab the blanket. You gasp as his cock sinks deeper into your cunt. You try not to clench down around him, reminding yourself to relax so that more of him can enter but he feels so good that it is difficult to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

Seonghwa presses down on your back again, your ass higher in the air so that he can push more of his length into your pussy. Your eyes are closed now, his name leaving your lips every few seconds as if it is some sort of chant.

“Halfway,” He tells you, rewarding you with another sharp spank across your ass, making you groan, “I have to admit that I never thought I’d be fucking you like this, spanking you and hearing you moan.”

You would reply if your brain could form any words. All Seonghwa gets in reply is a garbled moan as more of him enters your cunt.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about since you apologized? Being ‘punished’ like this?” Another spank as he pushes forward. Your pussy is so wet that you’re starting to take him faster. “It’s a beautiful sight seeing your ass in the air like this with my cock stretching out your small hole. What was that?” Another spank. “Was that you trying to say my name?”

It was. His name leaves your mouth again just as jumbled up as before. You’re downright delirious from how turned on you are. He pushes his cock in harder this time, all the way to the edge. The final effort makes you groan, trying to move your ass backwards to meet his movement.

Seonghwa’s voice is taunt when he goes, “There, baby, all the way in. Does it feel okay?”

You know he is just checking in but describing how you currently feel as just ‘okay’ seems to be a big disservice. You moan out a ‘yes’ and Seonghwa tentatively rocks his hips, getting you ready to be fucked by him. At the same time, he brings his hand down hard against your ass. Your skin is tender now, making you jump at the touch which only means you rock back against his cock.

He inhales, cursing softly under his breath. You almost wish that your room had a mirror so you could watch him fuck you. You try to picture what he must look like, lithe and toned with his slender hips bucking into you, his hand striking your ass, glasses perched on his nose.

Your pussy is used to him now, taking his length easier with each small movement of his hips. Seonghwa begins to pull out a little more before thrusting back in. You moan, your eyes practically rolling back in your head as your cheek comes to rest against the blanket, unable to even pretend to hold yourself up any longer.

Seonghwa’s pace steadily increases, his breathing growing ragged with each thrust. The angle feels amazing as his cock easily slides in and out of your extremely wet cunt. Your fingers grip the blanket, mouth going slack as moans topple from it constantly. There is not a single thought in your head as Seonghwa fucks you with his big dick.

The spanking has ceased now that his focus has shifted on fucking. His fingers dig into your hips, the sound of your wet cunt taking his cock sounding obscene. You realize you’re drooling a bit, getting some on the blanket from how zoned out you are from pleasure. You manage to wiggle one hand downward to rub your clit as he fucks you, bucking your hips backwards as you gasp.

“Are you going to cum for me?” Seonghwa gasps in between thrusts.

You whimper, eyes shut tightly as your finger rubs your clit hard and fast, unable to answer. Your orgasm is approaching quickly, your pussy tightening around Seonghwa’s big cock. He groans and the sound of skin against skin grows louder as his pace increases.

“Take my cock, baby,” He says and you curse, moving your hips backwards against his dick, “I wanna feel you cum around me.”

You groan out his name as your climax begins. You can feel yourself gushing out over his cock, covering it with your wetness as your walls clench down around him. Seonghwa moans loudly, thrusting hard before beginning his own orgasm. His balls empty in your cunt, filling you up with his hot load. Your pussy is too tight and his cum is forced out due to the size of him, smearing against your thighs and leaking onto the bed. The two of you make a cacophony of noise while climaxing and it isn’t until he pulls out of your cunt that you collapse against the bed, feeling like a fucked out mess.

Seonghwa falls onto the bed next to you, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. You manage to open your eyes to stare at him as he yanks his glasses off his face, tossing them unceremoniously onto the bedside table before rolling onto his side.

A few strands of hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and you turn to face him, brushing it off his face. He catches your hand in his, pressing his lips against the inside of your wrist. You aren’t sure who moves first but in seconds, you’re tangled up in Seonghwa again. You like how safe you feel against him, your hands on his chest to feel his fast heartbeat underneath your fingertips. These kisses are slower, lazier, comfortable – and absolutely not something just friends should be doing. The little voice in the back of your head jolts you out of the kissing.

Pulling away, feeling totally thrown off, you go, “I should ah…clean up a little.”

Something flickers through Seonghwa’s gaze but it is gone too quickly for you to make sense of it. He nods and you slip away from him, feeling a pang of regret. Once you’re in the bathroom with the door firmly shut behind your back, you catch your reflection in the mirror.

Your makeup is a mess, your ass definitely is going to have Seonghwa’s handprints on it, your thighs are covered in cum and you look absolutely fucked out. But it isn’t your appearance that is making your heart race. It’s the soft kisses Seonghwa just gave you, the way he is so easy to sink against, the manner in which you feel drawn to him like no other.

Your mind flashes back to the conversation at lunch and the idea of him dating someone else.

We’re just friends, you tell yourself firmly.

But then why does everything feel so off kilter?

FINAL PART HERE.

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