#and i hope you continue to enjoy as these two keep wreaking havoc everywhere they go
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johaerys-writes · 5 months ago
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another song i think that fits bbb!patrochilles is "Red Minivan" by Mike Krol! Love ur writing btw, i love achilles being a toxic little babygirl
Omgggg yes it's so them 😭
I know you're gonna break my heart again
I know you're gonna tear it all apart again
This time won't be different than the last
Connect the dots and draw the line
The fault is yours, wait, the fault is mine
This is basically playing in Patroclus' head 24/7 LOL
(Added it to the playlist 😌)
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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago
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Eyes Closed
Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki escapes to his Midgardian’s house to decompress when the stress and pressure becomes too much. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs. Warnings: very short; excessive fluff A/N: Inspired by the song Eyes Closed by Bearings. Hope you all enjoy! :)
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Loki didn’t think he’d ever been so tired in his whole life. And after his latest mission, he felt ready to break down. Some Asgardian criminal had been wreaking havoc on Midgard, so Thor and Loki had been tasked with stopping him. It should have been easy considering they knew all about the villain. Except that worked the other way around, too, and he knew just how to get under Loki’s skin.
It hurt having his past dredged up and dangled in front of his face like that. Made him feel weak, fragile. Not that he would ever let his fellow Avengers know. Feeling tired and lonely, he stole away to his Midgardian’s house. And, yes, he considered you his Midgardian because none of his teammates knew bout you. By keeping your relationship a secret, he felt he could best keep you safe. Plus, this way you didn’t have to worry about the press.  
“How are you doing?” you asked, bringing over a cup of tea for him.
“Admittedly, still not amazing,” he responded, eyes closed. He was currently laying on your living room floor, enjoying the feel of the cold wood beneath him. He’d already told you all about the mission which, at very least, had been successful. “But getting better.”
“Is there anything else I can do to help?”
Loki contemplated as you carefully lifted his head and put it gently back down in your lap. You began lightly scratching his scalp, working your fingers through his hair. Your lilting laughter filled the room as he purred from the simple action. As you waited for his reply, you leaned forward and placed tiny kisses all over his face, saving his lips for last.
“Well, my sweet little mortal, this is certainly helping,” he chuckled.
You hummed as you continued to tenderly massage his head. Just enjoying the way you could be together and understand each other without having to speak, the god felt himself calm down considerably. Once he visibly relaxed, you ceased your ministrations and went to lie with your head resting on his chest. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you. Your comforting scent filled his lungs, and you nuzzled against him as the last of the tension left his body. He always felt the most content when you were in each other’s arms.
“Thank you, my love,” he whispered. “For taking care of me.”
“You’re welcome, darling,” you responded, tracing patterns on the exposed skin at the nape of his neck. “You know what I think?”
“No. Do tell.”
You looked up at him, admiring the slope of his jaw from your vantage point. “You need a vacation. Something relaxing where you can decompress. Even superheroes deserve a break every now and again.”
His heart swelled hearing you call him a superhero. No matter what the rest of the world thought of him, he could never see himself as anything other than a villain. A worthless, vile criminal. But you? You told him he was far more than that. Just think; him a hero? It sounded preposterous, especially when you sprinkled in about a million other flattering adjectives. But you looked at him so sweetly, touched him so lovingly, that he began to believe you.
Loki truly did not know what he would do without you. Didn’t really want to think about it either, for that matter. He had a few times, though, and came to the conclusion he never wanted to have to say goodbye to you. Never wanted to leave your side. So if he was going to get away from his hectic life for a time, he would certainly need you to come with him.
“Perhaps. But only if you join me,” he finally replied.
“Deal,” you giggled as he kissed the top of his head. “So where are we going?”
“Hmm, how about you pick?” he suggested. “I will take you anywhere and everywhere you want to go.”
That was true for the most part, but he desperately hoped that you wouldn’t say Asgard. You’d mentioned wanting to visit before, and Loki had promised that you would some day. He was, however, putting it off for as long as he could. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed he was dating a mortal or anything like that. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He supposed it should be odd he was embarrassed of a magical realm with a golden palace, but he certainly didn’t have very fond memories of the place. Or the people there.
“Alright then. What about Paris?” you asked. “You know, the city of love? I think that sounds good for us.”
“Indeed it does, my little mortal,” he eagerly agreed, glad you hadn’t mentioned his home world. “The arrangements shall be made.”
The two of you chatted for a while longer, never getting up from your spot on the floor. For so long, Loki had been searching for something to make his life complete. He hadn’t realized that something was actually a someone. Here with you, he knew you were all he needed, he’d do anything for you. So of course he obliged your next request.
“Hey, Loki? Will you please sing for me?” you innocently questioned.
He had always been self-conscious about how he sounded, but you always told him how enchanting his voice was, how much you loved it. It was actually an accident the first time he sang for you. He’d been preparing dinner at your house for the first time. Out of habit, he began to sing, forgetting he wasn’t alone. Then you came up behind him and hugged him, telling him he sounded beautiful. His face was bright red, but he was thrilled you enjoyed it.
Thinking of that time, he sang the same song he had then. You’d requested it multiple times since, and it had quickly become one of your favorites. It was an Asgardian tune, so you couldn’t understand the words. You just liked the way he sounded, though. You never asked him what it was about, either. Instead, you liked to make up little stories in your head. By now you knew it well enough to hum along to certain parts, which made Loki unbelievably happy. He wanted to write a song for you, one day. He’d actually started one, but knew there was so much he still wanted to say. But some day, when he’d perfectly and completely put into the lyrics how much he loves you, he’d sing it.
Soon he’d tell his teammates, or at very least his brother, about you. That would be unavoidable if he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. But for now, he just enjoyed his time with you, undisturbed by the world. As if you knew what he was thinking, you kissed ever so gently over where his heart beat within his chest.
Troubles long forgotten and still singing, laying in his love’s living room with his eyes closed, Loki smiled brighter than he ever had before. And, without even having to open up those brilliant blue-green orbs, he knew you were smiling right back.
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lumelii · 3 years ago
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BREAKING IN ~|~ FUSHIGURO TOJI X FEM!READER
Summary: Your business partner and you are celebrating the end of a difficult project. Lucky you. 
Content Warning: nsfw, smut, fwb situation, FEM!READER established "relationship", dilf!Toji, face fucking, slight degradation, face slapping (just once) (if I forgot any let me know)
Note: Big thank you to Moni and @shokami for being my guinea pigs on this one. 
Word Count: 5.1k
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There were few things Toji liked about traveling for work. He liked seeing new places. He hated long plane rides. Hotels were nice, but sleeping on the mattresses for too long wreaked havoc on his back. He enjoyed making new business connections. Most importantly, however, he hated leaving his kids for long periods.
They were on his mind now, as he checked his phone periodically through the business party he was attending, celebrating the completion of another building Fushiguro Design Group had planned and engineered, this time in New York City. It was almost time for them to go to school in Tokyo, usually one of them called before they left so he knew they were up. His finger paused over the home phone contact for a moment before he put it away with a sigh. Megumi and Tsumiki were both teenagers now, almost in high school. They didn’t need him hovering all the time.
“Congratulations on another success, Mr. Fushiguro.” One of the executives of the company who contracted the firm came up to shake his hand. “You really outdid yourself this time.”
“It was a group effort.” His eyes searched the room, hoping to find a distraction to get him out of this conversation before he put his foot in his mouth. He didn’t deal with clients, he had employees who did that. He wasn’t great at curtailing his frustrations when in conversation. Especially with this client, who changed their design at least four times, which meant he had to redo all the math. Four times.
Luckily, his distraction came just a few seconds later as his phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, he felt a wave of relief seeing his home phone number. At least that meant one of the kids was up. He wasn’t counting on Gojou.
“Please excuse me.” Toji stepped away and walked out onto the balcony just off the ballroom, closing the door securely behind him before answering.
“DAD!” He held the phone away from his ear just slightly when Tsumiki yelled even before he said hello. He brought it back to his ear once he was sure his eardrum wouldn’t be ruptured.
“Good morning to you too, princess.” He answered sarcastically. “How are you? Getting ready for school?”
“Megumi stole my notebook again!”
“I did NOT!” Toji heard Megumi yell in the background.
“It had my homework in it! If I don’t get it back, the teacher is going to dock points!”
“Did you already look in your backpack? Everywhere in your room?”
“No, because Megumi took it!”
“Princess, look in your backpack and your room first. If you can’t find it, have Gojou help you. Now give the phone to Megumi.”
He heard her huff and set the receiver down, yelling for Megumi to get on the phone. A few moments later, the receiver was picked up again. This time, Megumi’s voice. “Hi Dad.”
“I swear to god, Megumi, if you have her notebook and you’re lying about it just to bother her—” Toji warned.
“I’m NOT!” He yelled again. “I was over at Yuuji’s house last night anyway, why would I need her homework when we did ours together?”
“Why weren’t you home last night?” Toji’s eyes narrowed even though his son couldn’t see him. “It’s a school night.”
“Yuuji and I were working on homework. Plus his neighbor made sweets. She sent some home with me. I’ll save you some. Are you coming home soon?” His tone was hopeful. It made Toji’s chest hurt. He missed his family.
“I’m going to be on the first flight back tomorrow morning, I promise.” Toji told him. “Are you ready for school?”
“Not yet. I can’t find my slacks.”
“Look on the right side of your closet, they’re probably in there. Where’s Gojou? Can you put him on the phone?”
“I think he’s still sleeping.” The phone was set down again, and Toji had to wait what felt like forever until he finally heard Gojou grumbling on the other end of the line.
“G’morning sunshine.” He yawned. “What’s up?”
“Are you aware the kids are ready to tear each other’s throats out?” Toji frowned. “And why are you still sleeping? They’re almost ready to leave for school.”
“Kento was on the phone late last night freaking out, I had to calm him down.” Gojou stifled a yawn again. “I made sure they have their breakfast and their school stuff is ready.”
“Tsumiki’s missing her notebook.”
“It was in the living room last I saw, I’ll make sure one of the dogs didn’t take it.”
“I KNEW IT!” Tsumiki screeched in the background.
“Shit, I have to go, Toji. Call later.”
The line went dead before Toji could ask any questions. He looked down at his lock screen with a frown, debating on calling back but ultimately deciding against it while he put his phone away. He would call later once both kids were at school, and keep an eye out for breaking news of fratricide in Tokyo.
He looked to the balcony doors when they opened, relaxing slightly when he saw his preferred distraction walking out with two drinks in hand. 
You closed the door behind you before walking up to him, holding out his favorite, an Old Fashioned. “I thought I’d find you out here.”
He took the proffered drink and downed it in one gulp while you sipped your Gibson carefully. “Am I that predictable?”
“When it comes to these kinds of parties, yes. Either you were about to lose your temper and needed a breather, or you had to take a call.” You answered. “Problems at home?”
Toji shook his head. “Just wish we were back.”
“It’s been a month. I can’t wait to get back to Tokyo. No matter what anyone says, no one can beat Tokyo ramen.” You leaned your elbows on the balcony railing. He leaned next to you, copying your pose while you both looked over the glittering New York skyline in silence.
“Why don’t we focus on projects at home for a while?” You offered. “Or in Japan, at least. That way we wouldn’t have to be gone for too long, you’d still be able to go home at night.”
“We have some pretty big clients lined up in Dubai and Europe. I don’t think they’d want to wait until we felt like traveling again.”
“You’re the boss. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” You reminded him with a smile. “I can take someone else with me, then send the specs once we’re done. I’ll even let you pick your stand-in.”
“I’ll pick my stand-in whether you like them or not.” He smirked before continuing. “I’m the boss.”
You rolled your eyes and took another drink. “Just don’t make it fucking Ren. I can’t stand that asswipe.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He promised.
The conversation wasn’t typical between a boss and employee, but you were more than that. You were partners at the firm, Toji was just the one in charge. You’d built the firm together from the ground up, making it the success it was today.
He had come to you, needing an architect for his own firm back when it was only an idea, offering two-hundred million yen out of his personal coffers as an incentive. But it wasn’t the money that had made you say yes. It was the almost maniacal determination in his eyes. He had something to prove, and he would burn the world to the ground to do it.
You learned later his wife had just died a few weeks prior, and it was part of his promise to her on her deathbed that he follow through with his plan of opening his firm. You’d been with him since the beginning, in the early days where you both spent countless sleepless nights completing projects other firms only dared to take on, through the intervention staged by his two closest friends Nanami Kento and Gojou Satoru, as Toji became consumed by his work as a way to suppress his grief, to the point where his son almost didn’t recognize him when he came home. You’d been by his side through the boom of success that befell the firm just a few short years after its founding, along with the money that soon flooded both your pockets, and his second “marriage” to a model he met at a film festival, who promptly disappeared after moving her daughter into his home. He had been surprisingly calm through the whole ordeal, submitting the paperwork to make Tsumiki his own once they were completely certain her mother was never coming back, with a hefty cash incentive and NDA to tie it with a nice bow.
He’d been through a fair amount with you as well, dealing with toxic family that had come out of the woodwork as the company started to increase your wealth, demanding money for so-called “investments” they had made into you by providing basic care until you finally left at fifteen. Through the sudden death of your fiancé, where Toji was the only one who could understand and help you navigate through the unending darkness that consumed your life for almost a year afterwards. He’d ignored some of your questionable choices as you tried to adjust to your new normal, but also was not afraid to step in when necessary if the choices turned destructive. You had thought it was just to protect the interest of the firm, but when he had come to your apartment after a sobbing phone call on the anniversary of your fiancé’s death and held you so you wouldn’t feel so alone, you knew it was because he cared about you.
“Are you ready to go back inside?” You asked after watching the sunset sink below the horizon, breaking you both out of your reflection.
“I’d rather drive an ice pick through my skull.” He admitted. 
You laughed, the sound echoing off the glass windows and empty air around you. “We could always dip.”
“Wouldn’t they be offended, us leaving early?” He turned to face you with one hand on the railing. You ignored the way his suit jacket strained against the hard planes of his chest.
“Mari’s in there, it’ll be fine.” You said, referring to your project manager. “She loves people. She’ll have them eating out of the palm of her hand.”
“If you say so.” He took the empty glass from you, setting it on the railing before taking your hand to thread it through his arm. “Shall we?”
“Lead the way.”
You made a hasty exit from the party, repeating your excuse of an early flight at least a dozen times so no one would hinder your escape. No one bothered to ask follow-up questions. If they had, they might have found out you were flying private back to Tokyo, and the plane could leave whenever you goddamn pleased, obliterating your excuse.
Luckily, the lie held until you were safely in the cab of an elevator, heading up to the floor that held your two hotel rooms. The company had offered the two massive adjacent suites to you both, taking up an entire floor of the newly constructed hotel. Toji probably could have brought his kids if he had wanted, but he didn’t want to pull them out of school for that long. You were happy to have the entire suite to yourself. It meant you didn’t have to listen to neighbors through all hours of the night, and you didn’t have to worry about keeping anyone up when working late at night. 
“The flight leaves at six tomorrow morning.” Toji told you as you stepped off onto your floor. “There’s going to be a car to pick us up an hour before.”
“Did you already send your bags with the service?” You stopped just outside your door, directly across the hall from Toji’s. 
He nodded. “I saw yours were ready, I had them sent as well.”
“Thank you.” You looked behind your shoulder to your door then back at him, his hands in his pockets, watching you like he was expecting you to say something else. He looked downright sinful in his all-black designer suit, his normally straight hair styled back with hair gel but still looking soft to the touch. The watch that cost more than most people’s houses glinted in the warm light of the hallway as he played with his cufflinks, also worth a small fortune. You would know. You bought them. 
He quirked his eyebrow at your examination, almost like a challenge. Damn him. 
“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “I thought you would never ask.” 
You smiled back and turned to the door, inserting your keycard to hear the small click of the lock disengaging, slipping inside with him closely following. “We haven’t broken in this one, yet.”
He was on you before you had the chance to slip out of your shoes. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him a sense of urgency, the sweet bourbon still on his lips as they slid over yours with a practiced ease, or that you had an early flight in the morning and needed as much sleep as possible to prevent jet lag. If it were the latter, this was definitely not the activity to be participating in.
These liaisons only happened on trips, or late nights at the office or your apartment, where there would be no prying eyes. You both didn’t need questions. It was fulfilling a primal desire, one that burned within you even as both your hearts were locked by grief. There was an understanding. You cared for him, and he for you, but not in a romantic way. You were making sure the needs of a friend were met.
The “breaking in” was also a tradition as well, ever since your first major deal had been completed. When the building was finally complete for a major project, you and Toji would sneak off somewhere to do the deed, christening the building like a bottle of champagne before a ship’s maiden voyage. It had started as a joke, a way to release the pent-up stress that resulted from design and construction but eventually became a tradition. As the business grew over the years, you and Toji had christened well over a hundred completed projects with none the wiser. 
You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders before moving your hands between your fused bodies to start undoing the buttons of his shirt, working quickly in the tight space as Toji didn’t allow you any room to pull away. You struggled to focus while his kisses moved down to your chin and then your neck, licking and sucking the skin with reckless abandon. You let out a breathy moan as he bit your pulse point with a low growl feeling your heartbeat thrum beneath his teeth. Toji pushed your hands away when his shirt was finally on the floor behind him. He grabbed your face between his hands bringing your attention back to him to kiss you. Ever the multitasker, his tongue explored your mouth while he began his task of getting you naked. 
“Don’t rip the dress.” You warned under his kiss while his large hands grappled for the zipper. “I borrowed it, it has to be in perfect condition.”
“I’ll buy Mei Mei a new one.” Gripping the top of the dress with a hand on each size of the zipper, he yanked hard, the fabric splitting like he had just ripped a sheet of paper as it fell off your body. His eyes went wide as the dress pooled at your feet, revealing the matching black lace set you had underneath. The cups barely contained your breasts and did little to cover your most delicate areas, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric.
“Fucking hell.” He breathed.
You grinned and kneeled in front of him, starting to undo the buckle of his pants. “Paris paid off, then?” 
A sigh fell past his lips as you finally pulled his pants and boxers down, wasting no time to wrap your hand around his thick cock, pumping languidly. His breath hitched as you licked his angry red tip slowly, pulling back to prevent him from pushing past your lips when his hips moved forward. His hand went to the crown of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Shit. You’ve been saving that since Paris?”
“I’ve worn this plenty before. You’ve just never seen it.” Your smirk was devilish. His grip on your hair tightened as you took him to the base, neatly trimmed hair tickling your nose while you forced your throat to relax. You tried to gather as much spit as you could to make the glide easier as you bobbed your head. Toji was a large man with an equally large and impressive dick, almost too much for you to take in. Through years of practice, both on him and several inferior specimens, you had learned just how to hollow your cheeks, how to move, and how to swallow to have a man cumming in minutes flat. 
“Fuck, you okay?” He panted when he thrust involuntarily, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly. Once you composed yourself, you hummed around his cock and nodded. Grabbing his other free hand, you placed it on the back of your head with his other one before taking him back down your throat. A silent invitation. 
He wasted no time responding, beginning to thrust into your mouth with no reserve. You grabbed his hips to steady yourself as you relaxed and remembered to breathe through your nose. Tears ran down your cheeks while he choked you with his massive cock, mixing with your mascara and staining your skin black. The salty tang of precum hit your tongue, mixing with the saliva that fell from your lips the faster he moved. You smiled around his cock when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough for him to let out a loud groan. 
“Stop.” He growled, pulling you off him and tilting your chin up. He took in your tear-streaked face, your chin and neck covered with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. When he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, you caught it between your teeth, sucking him in and lavving the digit with your tongue. He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumb in your mouth and using it as a guide for you to stand up in front of him. 
“Messy doll.” He crooned. You had to admit, you were shocked as he leaned forward and licked up your neck, tasting both of you on your skin. While you were distracted with his sinful lips, you heard another distinct ripping sound before you felt the cool air of the room against your bare ass. You broke away and looked down to see your panties in tatters on the ground. 
“Can you at least leave one piece of my clothing intact tonight?” You frowned at him, your voice slightly hoarse from his antics. “Those were expensive. I know we’re made of money now, but I’d prefer not to spend it all.”
He ignored you and reached around to plant a firm smack on your cheeks. “In the bedroom. On the bed.”
You knew exactly what he meant, but you decided to have a bit of fun as you walked through the massive suite. You could feel his eyes on you, almost predatory when you entered the bedroom and caught sight of the king-sized bed, made with fresh linens and piled high with pillows, accented in the light greys and blacks that matched the rest of the suite. You flopped down on the bed with a giggle, back down, and propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. 
He frowned at your position as he walked forward. “I said on the bed.” He rumbled. 
“I am on the bed.” You played dumb and cocked your head to the side. “What did you mean?”
He shook his head and stopped at the edge, towering over you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” 
“It’s a nice break from those girls that call you daddy, isn’t it?” You purred. 
The growl that ripped through his chest made your heart jump and another wave of arousal coat your lips as he surged forward, gripping your hips to flip you onto your stomach and pull them up so you were on your knees, your throbbing center level with his cock. He ground against you, slipping his length along your drenched labia to coat it, the glide easy as your spit mixed with your slick. He was more than ready to pound into you. 
When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he put a hand on your neck and pushed you down so your face was pressed into the mattress. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath on your back and trailing up as he bent over you to whisper in your ear. 
“You know, I was going to be nice, maybe take it slow at first so you wouldn’t be absolutely wrecked sitting for fourteen hours on our flight tomorrow.” He hummed. “But now, I think I’m going to like seeing you squirm.”
It wasn’t even a second later before he slammed into your pussy, the stretch almost painful as you wailed at the intrusion and he began a brutal pace that rivaled his speed while he was fucking your face just moments before. You were already sopping wet from sucking his dick earlier, turned on beyond belief as you thought about what lay in store for you after he was done with your mouth being his personal fleshlight. 
“Shit, you’re so tight.” He hissed, spanking your ass to feel you clench around his dick. “No one can stretch this cunt as good as I can, can they? You need a fat cock to satisfy you, those skinny dicks can’t even get you wet.” 
You moaned an affirmative, playing along with his narrative as he pistoned his hips into you. You could feel every vein on him as they dragged along your walls, his tip hitting that soft spot inside you with every thrust. There were plenty of other dicks that had gotten you wet, but it was true his was the most impressive, and the one that had more knowledge of just how to make you scream, monster dick or not. He had that advantage over every other man you slept with. 
The slap of his hips against yours echoed through the cavernous room as Toji grabbed your upper arms, pulling them behind your back and forcing your back in arch, his thrust becoming more shallow but no less punishing. You bit your lip to control the noises you were making, but whines still escaped. 
When the new position didn’t produce his desired response from you, he released your arms without any ceremony causing your upper body to fall limp back to the bed. You gasped as Toji pressed his hips flush to yours, curling his body on top of yours with one powerful arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from pulling away while his tip continually massaged your g-spot with every roll of his hips into you. 
“Tell me how it feels.” He murmured in your ear, his voice steady without any sign of effort. His stamina was something to marvel. 
“You know how it feels.” You moaned back, unable to control yourself. You were so close, just ready to reach that peak if he would only speed up. You reached back with one hand and gripped his hip hoping that would encourage him to resume his previous pace. 
He took your hand from his hip and put it back near your head, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. The sharp sting of pleasure was what you needed for your back to arch, squeezing around him while you fucked yourself back onto his cock to prolong your climax as much as you could. 
Toji pulled out as you finally slowed down, his heavy cock bouncing against his leg as he sat up against the headboard and patted his thigh, signaling for you to climb on. You wasted no time in doing so, raising yourself on shaky legs to straddle his lap. His hands moved to cup your ass as you settled over him, taking his length in hand and sinking down onto it with a sharp exhale through your nose. You could almost feel him in your throat in this position, the stretch still borderline uncomfortable even after he had already stretched you out, coupled with the sensitivity of just having orgasmed. 
His gentle grip turned hard just as you were about to start bouncing to stop your movements. You gave him a confused look but understood when his hands started to guide you in grinding on his lap. The added friction on your clit against his pelvis made you sigh in pleasure, just a tinge of overstimulation creeping through the tightness already building in your stomach again. In this position with the lack of harsh movements he was able to play with your breasts, which he always gave proper worship. 
His large hands made your breasts look small as he covered the left, slipping your nipple between his fingers and rolling it while he cupped the other, pushing it up and licking at the flesh. You sighed at the rough texture of the scar marring his lips against your sensitive skin and wrapped your arms around his head, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. He loved to tease, licking and sucking all around your breasts until you were about to beg, arching your back further into his touch. You hated begging him, hated admitting how well he could affect you. But you had known each other for so long, you knew each other better than anyone else. 
You whined as his lips finally closed around the pert bud, laying the flat of his tongue over the sensitive skin. You felt his lips stretch into a smile against your skin at your vocalizations before he moved to your other breast, immediately latching onto the nipple to produce a breathy moan. You knew he was enjoying himself from the way his hips matched each roll of your own, driving deeper as he got lost in the feeling. 
“I got your milkies.” You whispered, part of your sinister trick to bring him back to earth. You were starved for actual friction, grinding not providing the drag on your insides you craved. 
He pulled back with a soft pop and frowned, though his pupils were still blown out. “You did not just say that.”
You shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”
“Way to kill the mood.” He mumbled, pushing your breasts together to bury his face between them, licking through your cleavage and up your chest.
“Then why are you still hard?” You squeezed down on him deliberately. His eyes grew dark as he looked up at you through thick lashes and you knew you were in for it. 
With one quick movement you were under him, back pressed into the pillows while he kneeled between your legs still holding your waist so he could stay buried inside you, your hips tilted so you were at an angle. You struggled to sit up trying to resume your previous position, but his strong hold on you didn’t allow you any room before he continued burying himself in your velvet walls. You could barely breathe from the force of his thrusts, twice as hard as before but just as fast. 
You could have killed him from how composed he looked as he watched you slowly lose control. He watched you with an almost curious expression, studying how your brow drew together and short gasps fell past your lips while he was barely breaking a sweat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. If he wanted them, he’d have to earn them. 
“I know you like taking it from the back, but I think I like this better.” He mused, voice even like he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt. “I can see the look on your face when you lose control.”
“Fuck you, Toji.” You gasped, your words stuttering with each of his thrusts. 
“No, that’s your job.” He grinned devilishly and bent down over you, resting on his elbows. “Scream for me, little slut. Let the floors around us know how good I fuck.” 
You opened your mouth to retort but a loud scream came out instead as Toji sneaked his hand between you to roll your clit between two fingers. You barely felt his breath on your skin as you shattered beneath him, screaming just like he wanted as your orgasm crashed over you, ten times as intense as the one he had just given you. You gripped the pillow under your head and turned your face into it so he couldn’t see just how much you were enjoying this. 
In an instant, you felt the pillow ripped from beneath your head and his hand come into contact with your cheek. The sting of his slap was dulled by the pleasure still running over your body as he gripped your chin tightly in one of his large hands, forcing you to look in his eyes, your noses almost touching. Your eyebrows knit together and mouth open on a silent moan made him finally push as far in as he could on a final thrust, painting your inner walls white with his cum as he groaned loudly. The roll of his hips didn’t stop until he deposited every last drop within you, until you could feel his cum leaking out the sides of his dick. How could he cum so fucking much?
His hands turned gentle as he pulled out, smoothing your hair off your sweaty forehead and tracing his fingers over the hickeys he’d left on your neck. He bent down to ghost his lips on your hairline before hauling himself off the bed and walking toward the bathroom. You could faintly hear him rummaging around through your post-coital fog, coming back with a warm damp towel and starting the task of cleaning you up. 
While he did, he grabbed the phone from the room and dialed room service, ordering two meals, along with ice cream at your insistence, billing it to his room. Not that it mattered, you were staying here on your host’s dime. When he was done cleaning you, he laid on his side next to you, smiling down fondly as you still tried to catch your breath. 
“You did good.” He whispered, caressing your face. You managed a weak smile and laughed. 
“Don’t get soft on me now, Fushiguro.” You sighed. “I might just lose respect for you.”
He smiled down at you, basking in the afterglow of your liaison. “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”
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ahatintimestorybook · 4 years ago
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A Royal Problem Chap.7- Train Trouble 2.0 Electric Boogaloo
Evening or Morning! Depending where you are in the world!
Here is the next chapter or basically, Chapter 6 part 2. Yes this here was supposed to be part of Chapter 6, but I had too many ideas that I needed to cut the chapter into two parts.
However, the good news of this chapter craziness ensues as well as two kids fighting the Nyakuza.
Also thank my good friend, ReaderDragon for the title of this chapter! Well we both did. I came up with the first half and they added the second half, which made me like the title even more. Thanks buddy !!
Anyways, enjoy !!!
Panic was happening aboard the Owl Express, the Nyakuza held everyone on the train up, taking all their stuff or turning everyone into pons. Some of the birds hid under their seats to avoid the vicious cats, some tried to run as far away from the Nyakuza as possible, but that was hard as they were on a moving train. Conductor was hiding with a few owls shaking in fear. He tried to stop the cats with his knives, but no luck.
The Conductor had to wait for the Nyakuza to go to another part of the train so he could make an emergency call for help. The Nyakuza gathered the last of the stuff they needed to steal, and headed on to the next kart. Finally, Conductor had his chance and made it towards the emergency phone.
Back at Dead Bird Studios, Hat Kid, DJ, and every bird that was there were looking high and low for Snatcher and Vanessa. Hat Kid was worried at what could have happened to the Royal Kids; she hoped they were fine, and didn’t separate. Hat Kid really hoped Snatcher and Vanessa didn’t split up because she’d give the kids one peck of a scolding.
“We looked everywhere kid!” An owl exclaimed as he and DJ Grooves came towards Hat Kid. “We checked Conductor’s quarters.”
“And we checked my part of the studio too.” DJ Grooves added.
Hat Kid sighed. “Where can they be?!” She groaned. DJ frowned seeing the young girl in distress, and put his flipper on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry darling, we’ll find them.” DJ reassures her. Hat Kid gave a small smile, hoping she could find the royal kids before they could get themselves into trouble. As everyone kept looking, a phone rang, stopping everyone in their search.
The owls started mumbling wondering who would get the phone. “It’s not me.” One owl said.
“Well, I’m not going to answer it either!” The other owl said back.
“W-what’s going on?” Hat Kid asked.
One of the owls, who looked like a scientist turned towards the hat wearing child. “That’s Conductor’s emergency call. Something’s happening on his train.” He explained.
This clicked in Hat Kid’s brain. If Snatcher and Vanessa weren’t here, they would be on Conductor’s train. Hat Kid was relieved, but also concerned that if something was going on Conductor’s train it’s not good news. Hat Kid went over to the phone and answered it, “H-hello.”
“La-lassie?”
“Conductor! What’s going on?” Hat Kid asked.
Hat Kid heard Conductor sigh on the phone as well as the screams of passengers on board the train. “It's a disaster, lassie!” He shouted. “These peck neck cats, snuck on board me train and are causing a ruckus!”
“Peck neck cats?” Hat Kid asked. She only knew of two cats who caused her trouble: The Nyakuza, which she hoped wasn’t the case or the Lazy Paw gang. “Which peck neck cats?” She asked again. If Conductor were here, he’d be frightened over the glare that was on Hat Kid’s face. DJ Grooves was horrified tha Hat Kid said peck neck twice.
“Well their black cats, and wear masks.” Conductor explained, giving the description of the Nyakuza. “Why?” He asked.
Hat Kid sighed rubbing her temple. “Called it.” She mumbled. Now she had to ask Conductor the next question, the one she should have asked first. “Okay, did you see two little kids get on board the train?”
“Two kids?” Conductor asked. “No, what do they look like?”
“There is a boy and a girl. The boy looks like me, but has short hair and golden eyes. The girl has long blonde hair and has blue eyes like me.” She explained giving detail on Snatcher and Vanessa. “I brought them with me to the studio hoping to see you and DJ, but now they're gone. We think they board the train.”
Conductor was about to answer, but heard banging on the door. He turned and saw a little boy locked in one of the karts of the train. Conductor chuckled nervously.
Hat Kid heard the chuckle and glared. Conductor found them, and what’s worse the Nyakuza was on that train. “Conductor, if the Nyakuza gets a hold of these kids I swear I’m gonna-“
Conductor froze as he heard Hat Kid shout lots of profanity at him, then DJ Grooves and some birds holding the kid down to keep her calm. “Lassie! Lassie calm down! I’ll keep the lad and lassie safe!”
“You better Conductor!” Hat Kid shouted back. “Because if anything happens to them I’m so going to-“
“Okay okay lassie! Sheesh you sound like my ma.” Conductor replied, cutting the young child off to keep her from being a big mouth like him. He hung up the phone and sighed knowing he got an earful from a child. He stood there for a few minutes to calm down, and once he decided to unlock the royal kids from the room. However, Conductor paused seeing the door was destroyed and the kids were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh peck.” He whispered, knowing Hat Kid would not be happy that he lost the kids.
While Hat Kid was on the call with Conductor, Snatcher was still trying to get the door open. Vanessa, crosses her arms leaning on the wall watching the former soul snatching ghost trying to break open the door. The former ghost was tired trying to break the door down, but had to stop the Nyakuza from wreaking havoc and to escape the train.
After what appeared to be the hundredth time of trying to break the door, Snatcher turned towards Vanessa with a glare. “Vanessa, stop standing there and give me a hand!” Snatcher shouted.
Vanessa smirked. “Did I hear that correctly?” She asked. “My prince, the soul stealing ghost, Snatcher asking his princess for help?” She continued in a smug tone.
Snatcher glared at the young princess. “Quit it and help me!” He snapped back. Vanessa giggled and soon put her hands on the door and tried to use her ice magic on it. As she did small ice crystals started to form on the door knob. A loud crack was heard and the door knob fell.
Vanessa stepped back, horrified that she made things worse. “Sorry.” She apologized, now frightened Snatcher would snap on her.
“Why are you sorry?” He questioned. Vanessa was confused. “This is what I needed you to do.” He stated. Soon he rammed the door once more and it opened. “See.”
Vanessa blinked and looked at Snatcher. She gave a small smile seeing her ice magic did some good for once. Vanessa then felt Snatcher grab her hand and started to drag her to the next cart.
“Where are we going?” Vanessa asked.
“Fighting the Nyakuza!” Snatcher revealed.
“What!?” Vanessa shouted as she released her hand from Snatcher’s. “Are you crazy! Those cats are dangerous!”
Snatcher chuckled. “I know.” He revealed.
“So why are we fighting them if they are dangerous?”
Snatcher pointed to the window of the train. Vanessa looked out the window and saw the train was moving, moving far away from the studio. Vanessa gulped knowing Hat Kid would or is having an aneurysm by now.
“Either we stay on this train and do nothing, or we do something.” Snatcher told her.
To keep herself calm she sighed and faced Snatcher with her arms crossed. “So how are we going to fight them?” She asked.
Snatcher smiled seeing his ex following his plans. “Well for how, that’s easy.” He said snapping his fingers showing a small blue flame. “We have powers Vanessa, we can use them against those felines.”
Vanessa looked at her hands and frowned. She turned towards where the cabin where they broke out from and remembered her ice broke the door. “I-I don’t know if I can fight.” She shuddered.
Snatcher flinched in shocked. Was he hearing her just now? “Vanessa,” he started putting his hands on her shoulder. “I’ve seen what your ice powers can do!” He exclaimed. Vanessa looked up at her ex prince, giving him a look to tell him that her ice powers caused damage and death. Snatcher realized what he said and chuckled nervously as he had to rephrase what he said. “W-what I mean is.”
Vanessa covered his mouth shutting him up before he made things worse. She glared at the prince, who chuckled nervously through Vanessa’s hand. Vanessa then removed her hand and turned away from Snatcher.
Snatcher rubbed the back of his neck and had to think what were the right words to tell Vanessa without reminding her about her past. “ Look I know your ice powers have done...a lot.” He paused hoping Vanessa didn’t smack him. After a moment, he sighed in relief and looked sympathetic towards the young princess, “but I know your powers are strong enough to fight against these felines!”
Vanessa sighed. “But what if I kill them or worse destroy this entire train!” She trembled.
The former prince frowned, seeing the young princess realizing that her actions in the past did have consequences. He didn’t realize now it finally got to her. At this point, he would have scolded her and yelled at her, but with the train in danger, he pushed it aside for now. Snatcher put his hands on Vanessa’s shoulder, making her look up at him.
“Don’t worry I’m right here.” Snatcher reassured her. “If you're about to go off the handle, I’ll stop you before you do.”
“Promise?” Vanessa asked.
Snatcher paused feeling a bit tense. He remembered when he made a promise to Vanessa, things went terribly wrong. Hearing her say those words again scared him. If he promised to her things were bound to go wrong. Though he had no other choice, sure he didn’t want the train to end up like Subcon, but he knew Vanessa’s powers were strong enough to take down three cats. Even before the ice blast on Subcon.
“I promise.” Snatcher said. Vanessa smiled, and then gave a determined look.
“Well come on Luke! We got some cat criminals to stop!” She yelled, marching towards the part of the train where the Nyakuza were. Snatcher chuckled remembering that determination from long ago, and followed the princess.
The Nyakuza put the last of their remaining goods into a bag and laughed as they pulled off a successful heist. “Wouldn’t the boss be proud of us now!” Sumi beamed as he played with a golden necklace.
Coal laughed. “Yeah, no more boss throwing us around like a rag doll!” He added.
Sumi then grabbed the bag of goods. “Quick let’s leave the train before-” He paused seeing the train was moving and that they were far away from the station, and didn't know where the train would stop. Sumi chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Guess we have to wait till the train stops then.”
“Or until we kick your sorry butts!” Snatcher remarked. The Nyakuza turned to see Snatcher and Vanessa standing there determined to fight these felines.
Sumi and Coal gulped. Meowjima was shocked to see the kids had escaped from the locked door. “How’d you escape!?” Meowjima asked.
“That’s none of your business you pussy cats!” Vanessa shouted back.
Snatcher gave a gasp. “Why princess, I never heard such language!” He teased.
Vanessa smiled proudly. “Well pardon my language my prince, but these rascals have been bothering our trip.” She teased as well, giving a proper accent. The kids laughed, making the Nyakuza glare.
“Are you trying to fight us?” Coal asked.
Snatcher and Vanessa gave each other a smug look. “Maybe.” They both replied.
Sumi glared and grabbed his bat, and tried to swing it at the royal kids. Snatcher and Vanessa jumped out of the way, and Snatcher went to launch one of his fire attacks towards the cats only to launch a small blue flame. The Nyakuza looked at the small blue flame, as Sumi put it out with his bat and glared at the young boy.
Snatcher glared seeing his fire powers are still weak. “Why can’t my fire powers work!”
“Look out!” Vanessa warned, pushing Snatcher out of the way as Coal tried to swipe his claws at the young boy. Vanessa’s hands glowed blue and a snowball formed in her hands as she threw it at the cat. Vanessa laughed seeing she still had her powers. Snowballs were better than a small ember of flames that can be easily put out.
Snatcher looked at Vanessa with a smirk on his face. “I told ya, you had it in you.” He commented, making the princess smile. Vanessa giggled at Snatcher’s comment. Snatcher then grabbed Vanessa and the two moved out of the way when Sumi swinged his bat at the kids.
Vanessa made another snowball and threw it at the cat, only for Sumi to use his baseball bat to swing it away. He snickered, making the kids realize that snowballs may not be the best idea after all. “Do we run now?” Vanessa asked.
Snatcher was about to speak, but a familiar bird cut him off. “Not yet lassie!” Conductor shouted. The royal kids turned to the director owl, who had knives in his hands. “You peck necks, messed with the wrong train!” He growled. He then launched his knives towards the cats, who missed all of them.
Meowjima glared. “My turn!” He shouted, throwing a baseball bat at Conductor. The director owl ducked, and smirked at the cats.
“Ya missed!” He shouted.
“Did I?” Meowjima asked.
Conductor tilted his head wondering what the cat meant. Till Snatcher pointed above the conductor. Conductor looked up and saw Meowjima threw the bat at some luggage that was above the bird. Soon all the luggage fell on top of the bird. “I’m okay!” He shouted.
“Now we run.” Snatcher spoke up, as he took Vanessa’s hand and took her back to the room they were once locked in. The Nyakuza glared and went after the duo, hoping to catch them and bring them to their boss.
Snatcher and Vanessa ran as fast as their legs could take them, dodging from side to side as the cats tried to swipe at them. At times Vanessa would make a snowball to slow them down, but they either missed, swat or the lucky chance they got hit, it got them angry.
Snatcher glared seeing Vanessa making snowballs again and again. “Think you can do more than snowballs?” He asked.
“No! I’m not risking destroying this train!” Vanessa replied. She then shrieked when the Nyakuza tried to swipe at her only for Snatcher to hold her close to him. The two looked at each other in shock before continuing to run again. They ran through a few more train carts till they skidded to a halt and saw they were at the caboose. “Now what?” She asked. She didn’t hear Snatcher’s response for a while, then soon saw he wasn’t next to her. She looked around, and gasped.
Snatcher was held by Meowjima as Coal and Sumi snickered with their bats in hand. The young prince struggled to get out of the cat’s grasp, but Meowjima held him tight. “Luke!” She shouted. Vanessa’s hands glowed blue as she was ready to launch another snowball at him.
Peg one more snowball, and the boy gets it!” Meowjima growled as he pointed his claw at Snatcher’s neck. Vanessa looked in horror knowing Snatcher’s fate was on the line, and put her hand down in defeat.
Meowjima snickered and let his hand down, sparing the young prince for now. “So what do we do with little Miss. Snowflake?” Sumi asked. Meowjima looked at the young princess, who shivered in fear what the cats were going to do with her.
“Well we're on a moving train. Why not throw these brats overboard for causing us some trouble.” Meowjima suggested.
Sumi and Coal looked at each other and snickered. “I like that idea.” Coal agreed.
“I’ll do the honors.” Sumi stepped in as he walked towards Vanessa.
Snatcher growled and tried to break free. “Don’t you dare touch her! I’m warning you!”
The Nyakuza laughed ignoring the former ghost’s threat. Vanessa had nowhere to run and cried seeing this was it. Sumi was ready to grab her, as Vanessa braced herself. However, she didn’t feel herself being grabbed.
Soon an umbrella swatted Sumi out of the train, making Vanessa look up to see Sumi fly away. Then Coal was next to be blasted out of the train, which left Meowjima behind. He looked around for who threw his team members overboard. Meowjima then heard someone clear their throat and slowly turned, and gave a sheepish smile.
“Hat Kid-chan-ahh!” Meowjima screamed as Hat Kid swatted him off the train, as he dropped Snatcher as he blasted off after his team mates.
Vanessa helped Snatcher up as they looked up at Hat Kid who put her umbrella away. “You kids okay?” Hat Kid asked. Vanessa teared up and ran to Hat Kid giving her a hug. Hat Kid lost balance and landed on her bottom. She was shocked, but gave a small smile to see Vanessa and Snatcher was all right.
“Kiddo!” Snatcher shouted as he hugged Hat Kid as well. Hat Kid was shocked over the fact Snatcher hugged her once again. Hat Kid gave a smile and hugged the two kids close to her knowing they were alright. She’ll scold them later for running off, but was glad they were alright.
Conductor came running towards the kids and went to catch his breath. He finally got out of the luggage pile, after some help from the owls. “Don’t worry lad and laddie! I’m here to rescue you!” He shouted. Conductor paused seeing Hat Kid with the kids. “Oh lassie you're here!”
Hat Kid got up holding the two kids in her arms. “Yeah, I teleported myself here after being calm from our phone call.” She explained. Being held by some owls and moon penguins for over five minutes was the worst five minutes of her life, knowing Snatcher and Vanessa were in danger. “Don’t worry Conductor I stopped the Nyakuza, and their blasted off the train!”
Conductor sighed. “Thanks lassie.” He then turned to the royal kids. “So who is the young lad and lass?”
Hat Kid put the kids down, and held their shoulders. “This is Luke and Vanessa. My little brother and sister.” She said introducing them.
Conductor looked down at the kids, Vanessa was shy towards the Conductor, but Snatcher stood there proudly at the man. He chuckled, “I can see the resemblance lassie.” He commented. “They look just like you.”
Hat Kid blushed and chuckled nervously. Did Snatcher and Vanessa really look like her? “W-well Conductor we better get going,” she paused as she pulled the royal kids close to her, “because we're going to have a long talk.” she continued as her voice lowered, giving a creepy smug smile. Snatcher and Vanessa chuckled nervously knowing they were going to be in big trouble.
The three kids then teleported back onto the ship. She grabbed the two kids and took them to her room. Hat Kid pointed at the bed and Snatcher and Vanessa sat on the bed. “What. We’re. You. Two. Thinking?” Hat Kid asked, glaring at the royal kids. Vanessa and Snatcher were silent, not wanting to respond to Hat Kid’s question. “Do you know how worried I was? You guys think because you may be little kids again, but are older than me in a sense that you can just run off like that? I looked everywhere for you guys, and I was worried something happened! To make matters worse! The Nyakuza was on that train! Do you know how dangerous those guys are?!”
Snatcher was surprised seeing Hat Kid ramble on like this? He’d never heard someone speak to him like this since, well, his own parents. Though he understood why Hat Kid was acting like this. He would too if the roles were switched.
Hat Kid paused as she tried to calm down. “Look. I don’t mind you two going off on an adventure. You guys ran off without telling me, and I was scared something happened to you guys.” She explained in a calm tone.
“A-are.” Vanessa spoke up nervously. Hat Kid turned to the young princess, “we in trouble?” She asked.
Hat Kid sighed. This would be the part where she would say, yes, but with the long day they had plus they weren’t hurt she decided to let them off. “How about a warning for today.” Snatcher and Vanessa sighed in relief seeing they weren’t in trouble. “Just next time, tell me if you want to run off and do something.” She reminded them.
“We will.” Snatcher promised.
“We promise!” Vanessa added.
Hat Kid smiled. “Good.” She replied hugging the royal kids once more. Snatcher and Vanessa smiled and hugged Hat Kid back.
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tiaragqueen · 6 years ago
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At Leisure
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Noona! Reader
✂ Word Count: 1,8k+
✂ Trigger Warning: Mentions of possessiveness, seduction, Noona kink, dom! reader, hints of light smut
✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!
Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission.
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Anon asked: “What about a sub!yandere!tae ?? No smut if you don’t do it joe want to.”
Sub! Tae might be my favorite thing now. That guy is a perfect combination of both dominant and submissive. And I kept blushing when I was writing this.
Song: BTS - House of Cards
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“Grab me tightly and shake me, so I can’t snap out of it. Kiss me on the lips, lips. Our own little secret.” - Blood, Sweat, And Tears [BTS]
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      “Noona!”
       There he went again.
        For the past thirty minutes, Taehyung had been trying to attract your attention to his deprived self. However, you kept ignoring him in favor of reading a new book that you bought yesterday. You had thought that he would quit after the third attempt due to your unresponsiveness, yet it merely fueled his determination instead.
        And you didn’t know whether you should be flattered or annoyed.
        Taehyung skipped towards you and plopped down beside you. You felt the extra weight on your lap as he rested his head and looked up to you with glittering eyes.
         “Hey, Noona.” he greeted innocently, as though he hadn’t been shouting your name earlier. You were sure the neighbors must have heard his constant calls due to his loudness. However, you decided to humor him a little. Who knows, he might grow bored and finally leave you alone.
         Even though it sounded a bit far-fetched for you.
         “Hello, baby.” you murmured, stroking his smooth hair. Taehyung closed his eyes in contentment and proceeded to nuzzle his face into your stomach. If he were a cat, he would be purring by now.
         “Noona,” his deep voice came out muffled against your shirt. Frowning, he leaned back and pulled the annoying clothes up to reveal a strip of skin. Satisfied with the little bareness, he hid his face again and drank in your natural body smell.
         He always did that, you noticed. You always thought you smelled terrible. It wasn’t like you bothered to wear perfume at home either. However, with how deep he took a breath, he made it seem as though he was inhaling a fragrance. Or crack. Taehyung always did look... deprived whenever he was unable to smell you.
        You admitted you were scared that he might be a bit too addicted to you. Sometimes you wondered what would happen if you, say, left him. What would become of Taehyung later? Would he still be the whiny man-child you grew to love over this past of few months? Or would he get depressed instead?
         It was highly probable since he seemed to adore you so much. But the thought didn’t bring you any reassurance whatsoever. Not that you planned on breaking up with him anytime soon, though. You were simply curious, after all.
         Not that he would let you leave him, either. But you were oblivious to it because as far as you knew, he was a charming man with the mentality of a three-year-old child. Possessive, yes. However, it was justifiable. We all feel a bit possessive to those we love, so why should he be any different? If anything, you should consider yourself lucky for having him as your boyfriend.
         If only you saw the darkness that clouded his eyes or the way his arms tightened around you whenever you talked to another person. Men or women, it didn’t matter.
         “Noona, I’m bored. Can we do something, please? Or maybe, we can watch the anime instead! Free! Iwatobi Swimming Club released the new season last night. So can we watch it together, please?” Taehyung blinked and smiled hopefully, assuming the cliché expression of ‘puppy look’. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”
         You glanced down at his – frankly speaking – adorable face. Any other day you would’ve loved to relent and indulge in his couple fantasies, but today wasn’t one of it. You had been giving him a lot of attention lately; it was time for some much-needed privacy.
          “Not now, honey. I’m busy.” You quickly dismissed him by averting your gaze back on to the new book.
          “But you’ve been busy since this morning! I just want to cuddle with you. Is that too much to ask?” Taehyung jutted out his bottom lip in hopes of appealing to you. However, you refused to budge.
          “We can always do that later. For now, I want to have some ‘fun’ by myself.”
          A sheen of tears coated Taehyung's dark irises as he frowned sadly, head dropping like a kicked puppy. “Does that mean you no longer consider me as fun to be around?”
         The frown on your part wasn't out of sadness like him. It was more of a confusion and a slight surprise. You knew that Taehyung could be quick to jump into conclusions, but sometimes his assumptions were just plain ridiculous.
          “What? Of course, you’re fun, Taehyung,” you assured him, though you were aware that he wasn’t fully convinced with your statement.
          Any kind of displeasure that you expressed, however small it might be, would be taken at face value by him. That was when he would go ‘overdrive’; begging you to not abandon him with tears streaming down his flushing face. Once, he bought bouquets of your favorite flowers and snacks as an apology for whatever mistakes he’d done. And while you were flattered to know the depth of his love, you admitted that even it was a bit overboard. He feared losing you so much he was willing to do anything for you and had you weren’t as kind-hearted, you would’ve taken advantage of him.
          He would never know that you used him, anyway. And honestly, you didn't doubt that he wouldn’t care very much. As long as you were still his, everything else didn’t matter.
          “Then, why wouldn’t you let me have fun with you too?”
          Sighing, you resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. Even though you understood his need for affection, Taehyung couldn’t easily comprehend the idea of privacy sometimes. Everything else had to include him in it, otherwise, he would either throw a tantrum or sobbing his eyes out.
          “Just because I want to have fun by myself, doesn’t mean I’m bored of you, Taehyung. You know, I want to be alone too. I can’t always be with you at all times.” you explained patiently like a mother to her curious son.
          “Why? I want to be with you, though.” he whimpered.
          “I understand,” you patted his head affectionately. “But that’s the point of ‘me-time’, you know? So I can resupply my energy battery. You don’t want me to neglect you, right?”
          He shook his head, already dreading the thought of you ignoring him. It would surely drive him crazy, no doubt. Your voice was the greatest sound in the world – especially when you were cooing like this – and he wanted to spend the rest of his life listening to it.
          “Then give me a few minutes to read. After that, we shall cuddle on the bed.”
          Taehyung nodded obediently and got up from your lap, seemingly satisfied with your proposal. You watched his hunched back shuffled towards your shared bedroom and closed the door behind him with a long creak. The guilt weighed in your chest, but you immediately dispelled it. There was no need to regret something when he already accepted it. And besides, it wasn’t like he would go out anyway. He always used whatever free time he had with you, mostly asking you to coddle him.
          In a way, he was like your figurative child.
          You never thought that the first lover you had would be a sub. Constantly following you everywhere, even to the bathroom. In bed, he liked to give the reins to you. Taehyung believed one hundred percent that you would never hurt him, and obviously, you didn’t plan on abusing that trust any time soon. Such a man, whose face was enough to turn on many people at first glance alone, was rare to find. Maybe you would discover more had you tried hard enough, but why should you do that when you already had Kim Taehyung, the mysterious yet eccentric guy who most women admired? You’d be a fool to let him go when he had done nothing but giving you his blind devotion.
          The sound of a piano wafted softly into the living room. The door from your room opened, revealing Taehyung with messy red hair that was mussed to enhance his overall seductive look. A white button-up shirt clung on to his tanned body, with the first two buttons left loosened to display a glimpse of his broad chest. It was tucked into a dark and tight pants pressed against his full legs.
          You should've known that he would never settle on a simple promise, and you definitely shouldn’t have underestimated his determination.
          Despite that, you wouldn’t lie that you did enjoy the sight he happily bestowed.
          You could feel warmth traveled south into your nether region as you watched him lick those luscious lips of his. However, you still had the dignity to keep your words.
          “Taetae, no. I told you that I will cuddle with you later.”
           However, your warning fell on deaf ears. Instead, Taehyung purposefully sang the first line of House of Cards with a deeper voice than usual.
           “Insecure again, dangerous again.”
          Through your peripheral vision, you could see him slowly advancing. Once in a while, he would run a hand through his disheveled hair or bite his bottom lip. The way he did those things – not to mention, the way he practically made out with the toy microphone – prompted a rush of blood to color your cheeks.
          “So bad (why?) us, yeah.”
           You clasped a hand over your mouth, attempting miserably to conceal your heavy blush. “Taehyung, stop.”
           It was a half-hearted plea, he knew that much. That was why he smirked and continued singing as though he wasn’t trying to wreak havoc on to your poor heart.
           “Enduring more, holding out.”
           “Please, stop.” It was unfair of him to look perfect at seducing while you had to endure the mental breakdown he gladly gave to you. You weren’t sure if you could sit here any longer without indulging in your desire to simply tackle him and have sex right here and there.
           “So hard (hard), we can’t.”
           However, you weren’t exactly patient either. So before he could purr the next line, you already seized him down.
           “What’s this, baby?” you asked, chin lifted and eyes narrowed haughtily.
           Instead of answering, Taehyung merely smirked. He was provoking you, and you would make sure that he realized the consequences. You’d been dying to do that anyway ever since he stepped out with that kind of outfit.
           You nodded, running a hand down the expanse of his chest. Well, as wide as his shirt could allow. No matter, you would soon throw it away.
           “Are you trying to seduce me, baby?” you taunted. “Well, that just won’t do. Don’t think that you can get away after showing such a bold show on me.”
           “What if I want to?”
           “Oh? So now you’re challenging my authority?” You clicked your tongue, scowling slightly. “What a brat. It almost feels as if you’re looking for punishment.” Tilting his chin up, you bared your teeth evilly. “But if that’s what you’re looking for, then be prepare for a painful night ahead of you.”
           Taehyung's eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. It wasn’t the punishment he wanted, but the prospect of you finally spend your time with him. Nodding vehemently, he grinned. “Yes, Noona.”
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the-colony-roleplay · 6 years ago
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COL22BTGO EVENT; THAT’S A WRAP!
Thank you everyone who participated in this little September (for us, December for them, haha) event!
I’m very pleased with the way it turned out, the plots it moved forward and the interactions it inspired on the dash! Thank you Lottie for your wonderful contributions with Clove and great work everyone! 
We’d also like to thank you all for your diligence and commitment through September! For a notoriously difficult month for RPs everywhere, I’m super proud of ya’ll for keeping the dash moving and interesting! I hope you all enjoyed the event and felt it helped with the quieter time of year! 
And now we have so much to look forward to and plot!! (Oh God I’m using so many exclamation marks...) The big move is happening the morning after the party, and as mentioned previously, any scheduled classes and training groups will be cancelled for the day. 
Additionally, since this post marks the official end of the event, you may no longer post anything new within the event timeline (this includes replying to open starters) but you can start threads to do with the dorm moving, and anything within the rest of the first week of December! 
And, as always, you may of course continue existing event threads for the event to finish off your plots there! I’m sure the event threads plus any dorm move stuff will be keeping you relatively busy until our next event! 
You are also free to have your characters gossip or chatter or bitch/moan about the upcoming awards a couple weeks away! And fun fact! I believe it’s Lake’s Birthday on the 3rd of December. and he’s turning the big two-oh.... soooo feel free to wreak all kinds of havoc/fun for him. And then there’s Christmas... 
Much to look forward to! 
Love you all so much, and till next time!
xxMod!Ro
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yourhealthmattersblog · 3 years ago
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All you need is love!
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i-fan-misha-do-you · 7 years ago
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Just A Girl in Arkham (Jerome x reader) Part 6
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 Warnings: Yes all of this. I’m just gonna put the whole thing as a big mess of warnings, but if y’all think I should do the individual ones (voices, fire, death, etc.), let me know  Word Count: 2310    A/N: Oh gosh, guys I’m so sorry this took so long to get posted. I had a brief hiatus these past few weeks when I went up to England and a summer camp, so I do apologize. This one doesn’t follow any script from any episode, pure crazy with a cute fluff-ish implied smut-ish ending. Also, I do apologize b/c I’m not certain who still wants to be tagged in these, so if you’d like to be on the forever tag list, please message me so I can get on that. Ok, enjoy! ------------
 You couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed when Barbara told you that Jerome had gone with Tabitha to frame and kill his father. You had been hoping that you could have a real date with Jerome today, seeing how Theo’s Gala Event wouldn’t take place for two more days.   Sighing, you fell into an armchair positioned in front of an empty fireplace. There was absolutely nothing to do; everyone was too busy getting ready. Everyone except you.  Bored, you grabbed a newspaper from the coffee table and retrieved your lighter, setting bits of paper on fire and throwing them in the hearth. Your eyes lit up as you watched the flames dance on the paper, slowly turning it black. The fire always calmed you in the most mesmerizing way.   “Ok, freak. That’s definitely something normal people think when the see fire.”   You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore the taunting voice.    “Y/n,” another voice chided, “pretending that we’re not here won’t make us go away.”   You lit the lighter again, tearing off another strip and setting it ablaze. You ignored them, but they persevered.    “Why does Jerome like you? You’re too strange, even for him.” You gritted your teeth in annoyance.    “Shut up.” You muttered.    “Ooh, hit a nerve there.”   Deciding enough was enough, you stood up and walked out of the room, turning down the hall and to the room that you shared with Jerome.  Opening the doors of the closet, you pulled out a pair of black stretchy jeans and a black tank top. You laid them out on the bed, deciding to ask Jerome to go out with you once he got back.  You smiled at the thought of wreaking havoc with the one person you would happily take a bullet for. Moving into the bathroom, you decided to shower before he got back. Finishing that quickly, you started getting ready after checking the clock to see that Jerome should be finishing things up with his father soon.  You had finished doing your makeup and were in the middle of fixing your hair when the voices started to bother you again.  “Hmmm, don’t trust Theo Galavan,” a voice behind you said. Paying it no attention, you continued to twist and pin your hair back.  “I wouldn’t.” Another chimed in, two more voicing their agreement.  “And why is that.” You sighed, deciding to humor them for a moment.  “Because he’s gonna kill your little boyfriend, sweetie.” A voice said sarcastically. You slammed your brush down on the bathroom counter, spinning around to face where the voices were coming from.   “Low blow, guys. Knock it off.” You ordered.   “Oh, no, they’re right. He’ll kill him, and everyone’s gonna love him for it. Isn’t that sick?”  Your hands found the edge of the counter behind you, and gripping it tight you turned your eyes downwards; attempting to control your breathing.  ‘In and out, Y/n. You can do this.” You thought to yourself.  “Wont that be fun? Betchya Babs even knows about it.”  Anger clouded your gaze and pierced your heart, and that was all it took for you to lose it. You grabbed the nearest object and turned around, letting out a scream as you threw it against the mirror. The brush collided with the cold surface, glass shattering and flying everywhere like a hundred tiny daggers. It was as if someone had muted the sound; in that moment, you couldn’t hear anything.  You didn’t stop. Pushing everything off the counter, you raced into the bedroom and grabbed the first thing you saw; the throwing knives Jerome had given to you the first night you’d arrived.  One by one, the sharp blade of each knife found their way into the walls, the door, and the headboard of the bed. You didn’t realize that you’d been screaming the entire time until you realized your throat hurt.   Falling onto your knees, your hands caught the floor as your chest heaved. You hung your head, your half-done hair falling into your face.  You flinched harshly as you felt something touching your back. Raising your head slowly, you saw Barbara giving you a worried look while rubbing comforting circles on your back. You blinked several times, trying to concentrate on her face before you realized that her lips were moving.  All at once, it was as if someone had flipped a switch and unmuted your life.  “Hey, Y/n, it’s alright. You’re safe, I’m here. It’s ok.” Barbara’s voice was calming, until you remembered what the voices had said about her, the things that made anxiety pool in your stomach.  Pushing off the ground, you ran into the bathroom and gagged into the toilet, dry heaving until the nauseated feeling had passed. Coming back out after a moment, you found Barbara sitting on the floor, giving you a sympathetic look. She patted the space next to her and you didn’t hesitate to collapse beside the blonde as shuddering breaths passed your lips.  “Hey, it’s alright.” She said softly. “You wanna talk about it?” You quickly shook your head no as unseen voices whispered to keep it to yourself.   “I just wish they’d shut up.” You murmured quietly, hanging your head.   “I know.” She said, rubbing your arm soothingly. Barbara had been one of the first people you had told, besides Jerome, and she’d tried her best to help you whenever they got to be too much. After a few moments, she looked around, examining the room.  “How about we get you cleaned up, and I’ll get someone to fix this mess, ok?” She suggested. You nodded, allowing yourself to be stood up and led upstairs to Barbara’s room.  Sitting you down in front of her vanity, she disappeared into the bathroom, only to reappear a moment later with makeup remover. You looked up toward her with furrowed brows, clearly showing your confusion.  “You cried hun. Ruined all your makeup.” She explained. Turning your head, you faced the mirror only to be met with the sight of yourself, black mascara streaks running down your face. You shook your head for a moment, chuckling dryly. It soon developed into a full-on laugh, your body shaking as you laughed uncontrollably and hysterically.   You laid your head on the vanity counter as the laughter died out, leaving you hiccupping lightly every now and again.  “You want me to fix you up now, hun?” Barbara asked, lightly placing her hand on your shoulder. You nodded, sitting up slowly.   “I’ve got a date.” You told her as she began removing your ruined makeup and applying a fresh coat.   “Oh yeah? Have fun with Jerome.” She told you, moving to fix the eyeshadow on your left eye.   “How’d you know?” You asked softly, and she giggled.  “Oh, please, honey. You’ve got standards.” She said, referring to the other male members of the MANIAX. “And besides, I know you both share a room.”  You chuckled and nodded as she came up behind you and began to fix your hair.   Twenty minutes later you were dressed and presentable, no evidence of a breakdown visible. Exhausted from your eventful morning, Barbara had suggested that you take a quick nap in her bed while you waited for Jerome to get back. You thanked her and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.
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 Jerome got back about ten minutes after you laid down, excitedly taking the stairs two at a time so he could get to your shared room faster.  Grinning, he opened the door, expecting to see you laying on the large bed playing with your lighter, maybe asleep or reading. He was utterly shocked when he entered the room, his mouth falling open. His wide eyes took in the sea of glass that littered the floor; it looked as though someone had taken everything they could find and thrown it on the ground. He quickly closed his mouth, a dark expression resting on his face.   “What in the hell happened to my room.” He said calmly, a tight smile on his face. “And where is my girlfriend?” He said loudly, turning and walking down the hall, running into Barbara halfway.   “Ooh, hey Jerome. Sorry about the room, I was just on my way to get someone to clean it.” Barbara smiled and quickly pushed past him.  “Hey, hey, not so fast,” Jerome grabbed her upper arm to prevent her from leaving, pulling her back around to face him. “Where’s Y/n? Is she ok?”  “She’s fine, she’s sleeping in my room. You can go see her, just don’t ask about what happened.” She instructed sternly. Jerome raised a brow in question, but Barbara just shook her head and repeated herself.   “Jerome. Do not ask her. I’ll tell you later.”   After a moment of scrutinizing her, he nodded and released her, pushing past her and making his was to her room. His feet quickly carried him to Barbara’s door. He opened it carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Walking in, the first thing he saw was you on the large bed, your back facing him. He stopped for a moment and admired how adorable you looked when you were sleeping; so peaceful he was almost tempted to take a picture.  He crept over to the edge of the bed and cautiously got on, hovering above your body. You began to stir, shifting so that you were now facing him. He smirked lightly, leaning in toward you and supporting himself on his forearms. Gently, he pressed his lips to yours.  The feeling of pressure on your mouth was what woke you, and when you opened your eyes you were pleasantly surprised to see Jerome’s face over your own. His eyes were closed, and just a bit of his ginger hair had fallen over his face, contrasting with his porcelain skin.   He pulled away just in time to catch you admiring him, his beautiful blue gray eyes fluttering open to meet yours.  “Well hey, gorgeous,” He smirked, “miss me?”  “Hmm.” You smirked as you pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, did I?” He glared at you lightly before attacking your mouth with his.  You moaned softly, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own in a teasing manner, pulling away every few seconds and coming back again.   “Ok, ok. I missed you.” You said in between kisses. He chuckled as he pulled away, lowering his body slowly as he let his weight rest half on you, half on the bed.   “I missed ya too, dollface. Sorry about not bringing ya along, but our good friend Detective Gordon showed up,” he paused and laughed at the face you made when he mentioned the detective.  “Oh man, you’re perfect.”  “I know.” You smirked. Your expression quickly changed, and Jerome instantly noticed the difference in your demeaner.   “Hey, what’s wrong?”  He asked, repeatedly running his thumb softly down your jawline.  “I, um, I-I was wondering if maybe you’dliketogooutwithmetoday.” You said the last part rapidly and softly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. “Sorry sugar, didn’t catch that last part.” He chuckled, nudging you back so that he could see your face. “Again, please?”  Taking a deep breath, you repeated your question clearly.  “Do you want to go out with me? T-today?” You kept your eyes anywhere but on him, instead looking down or over his shoulder.  “Are you kidding me? Of course! This’ll be our first official date. It’ll be fun!” You raised your eyes to meet his, confirming that he was genuinely excited. He was nothing short of beaming at you. A slow smile crept onto your face.  “Can we go now?”  “Sure thing, dollface. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”
-------------  You couldn’t believe the day you’d just had. You hadn’t known that you could have so much fun in a week, let alone one day.   After getting ready, Jerome had taken you to a small bank on the other side of Gotham. You stole everything they had and killed the only three people there. After that you robbed a jewelry store, then found a nice place to have a picnic lunch on top of a building.  You’d walked around for a bit, finding a few people to kill (one of which you’d set ablaze with a flame torch, much to your delight.)   You sighed, falling back onto the large, soft mattress. Closing your eyes, you relaxed, feeling nothing but peace for a moment. That moment ended when Jerome came and jumped on top of you, making you ‘umph’ in surprise. Your eyes flew open and the only thing you could see was your boyfriends fiery ginger hair as he attached his lips to your neck.    “Jerome, stop, that tickles!” You giggled, wiggling your body and trying unsuccessfully to get him off of you. His lips ghosted past a sensitive patch of skin and you yelped, causing Jerome to smirk against your neck and return to the spot.  “J, get off.” You pleaded, still laughing, as you pushed at his sides. His hands found yours and he laced his fingers with your own before holding them down to the bed. You let out a sigh as he continued to kiss you, his lips making their way up your neck to kiss along your jawline, then finally your lips.  “J. Really. Stop.” You said between kisses. Finally, he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own as you both caught your breath.   “Sorry, pumpkin. I just really like kissing you.” He admitted, giving you an adorable smile. You returned it, pressing a quick kiss to his slightly swollen lips.  “I like kissing you too, ginger. But I can think of something I like doing better…” you said suggestively, rolling your hips against his lightly.  “Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, his head falling beside your own,” I’ve been waiting to hear that all day.”
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