#and i know the questions come from a good place but also like .... do Not perceive me sgfkdh

[1-800-imagines]

hurt | jack abbot |

request: can i pleaseeee request a jack fic where wife!reader and him are in the middle of a huge fight but one day reader gets hurt during work (nothing too serious but she gets super anxious with hospitals?) and she has to come in and face him?

content warning: NOT proofread, medical inaccuracies, description of anxiety/panic

you and jack had been in the middle of a huge argument, and there hadn’t been an end in sight when he had to leave for work. the fight, coincidentally, was about him working the night shift. you barely got to see him. so you had decided to get a job waitressing to try and work a similar shift as him. he didn’t like this because he’d have rather you not worked but it was lonely at home alone all those nights.

so there you were, at a stalemate with him. you also had to go to work which you were grateful for to get your mind off everything. but, that was the opposite of what happened, instead you were hyper focused on replaying the argument and everything that had been said in your mind. so much so that you dropped a plate as you were carrying it into the kitchen and when you went to pick it up, it sliced open the palm of your hand.

“fuck!” you grimaced, immediately grabbing something to apply pressure like jack had always taught you.

your manager was there quickly, ushering you to the pack and trying to apply first aide. you were in the back for around 15 minutes and your hand was still gushing.

“y/n, we’re going to have to take you to the hospital.” your manager said, standing up and grabbing his keys.

“no, no, it’s fine. we just aren’t applying enough pressure. it’ll stop soon.” you said, your stomach filling with dread. you hated hospitals, despite literally marrying a doctor.

“we can’t have you bleeding all over the floor. you’re going and i’m taking you.”

—

a few minutes later, you were pulling up to the ptmh. your stomach was in knots, you felt like your throat was closing and not from an allergic reaction, it was your anxiety. your body had a visceral physical reaction to hospitals.

your manager handled checking you in as you sat in chairs just waiting. what you weren’t expecting was for dr. mckay to spot you when she was taking a patient back, “y/n?” she asked and you looked up. you winced at her and she saw your hand. “give me just a few minutes.” she said to the person she was about to take back and motioned you back, “come on.”

your manager’s brow furrowed, “how do they know you by name?”

you stood up and began to follow mckay, “my husband works here.” you murmured.

once you were settled in a bed, your manager had deemed you in capable hands and left, needing to go finish out the shift at the restaurant.

you weren’t alone for long, news had spread that you were there and before you knew it, your husband was in front of you, “what happened?”

“hi to you too.” you said with a slight pout on your lips. he was examining you, unwrapping the towel.

“fuck, y/n, you got yourself deep. you’re going to need at least 5 stitches.” he frowned, “what happened and why are you here alone? did you drive yourself? you could have passed out from blood loss.”

“jack,” you said, “i dropped a plate and cut myself picking it up, my manager brought me in, mckay brought me in and my manager determined i was in good hands.” you made sure to answer all his questions in order.

his face was not amused, “you still shouldn’t have been left alone.”

“i’m okay, i promise.” you whispered as he started to gather the supplies to clean the wound.

“just another reason why you shouldn’t be at that place.” he shook his head.

“don’t start please.” you groaned, you were feeling lightheaded already and arguing with jack again would just raise your pulse and make you more anxious.

once jack finished grabbing the supplies, he really looked at you, “shit, sweetheart, are you okay? you look like you might faint.”

the feeling was cloying at your chest again and you shook your head, on brink of tears. “i…i…” you stammered, unable to get the words out.

jack, realizing what happened, put all the equipment down and looked at you, “you’re okay. you’re safe. i know you hate hospitals but you’re with me. i got you. breathe in. and out.” his voice was calm and you followed his breathing instructions.

“there you go, good job. i gotta start stitching you up now baby. don’t wanna have you bleed out.” it was jack’s attempt at a joke but you appreciated it. especially once you were breathing easier.

he got to work stitching up your hand, shooing everyone out if someone walked in and made quick work of it. once he was done, he kissed your forehead.

“i’m sorry about what i said earlier.” he said softly, sitting next to you on the bed and holding your non-injured hand.

“i just miss you jack.” your voice was soft. “i feel like i never get to see you.”

he nodded, “i know. i want to see you more too, sweetheart. i’ll figure it out. either switch to days or get more off days, one of the two.”

“i don’t want you to give up night shift if that’s what feels better to you.” you were sympathetic to the reason why he worked night shifts, but it’s didn’t make it any easier, “i guess just make some extra time for me in places we hadn’t thought about.” you shrugged and then smiled, “maybe i’ll bring you food, once i get off.” you normally got off around 1am from the restaurant so that could work well.

“well, i wouldn’t say no to that.” he smiled at you ever so softly and caressed your cheek, “i love you. i just want to make you happy.”

“you do make me happy, jack. that’s why i want to see you so bad.” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“well then, i guess we’ll start doing food with each other. just no more getting hurt at work.” he said.

you nodded, “okay deal.” you sealed it with a kiss, “but can we discharge me so i can get out of here.” you said with a slight smile, after all, you still hated hospitals, but for jack, you would come and face your fear to bring him food.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

How do I stop being anxious all the time in relation to being trans? I have an appointment to go on T in 2 weeks. I'm anxious about coming out. I'm anxious about someone figuring it out before I come out. Ahhhh. I have a therapist for anxiety but I don't think it's helping.

Hoping I don't make you even more anxious, but the bottom line is some folks *will* find out and you just gotta learn to roll with it.

What has helped me:

Getting good at identifying red and green flags in cis people

It's become a habit of mine to scope out people when I join a new community. I look at profiles, what people post, etc. It's a little tiring, but I try to find the allies and other trans asap in a new fandom or whatever.

Planning for the worst

To be trans is to always have a plan to Get Out of Dodge.

A lot of times, The Worst is really only temporary embarassment. I deal with this by keeping my head held high and leaning into the more "don't fuck with me, I am tired" part of my personality.

Fake it 'til you make it -- I used to have a paralyzing fear of public mortification, and over time have ripped that apart. Sticking to my boundaries helps a lot, and I am not afraid to say, "I will not answer that question."

Here's the thing, though -- people tend to be impressed when you weather the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, and you'll likely find yourself as someone to be looked up to. Cis folks routinely ask for my advice about their own Big Life Changes, because they have been impressed to see me go through mine. I've also helped crack a few eggs.

Sometimes The Worst is truly bad, and you should always be vigilant here. Again, I know it is exhausting, but always plan for your personal, emotional, and financial safety. Build an emergency cash fund. Cultivate friends who have your back. Always be looking for new job opportunities. Lots of stuff you can workshop with people.

Cultivating a very matter-of-fact relationship with Coming Out.

I focus on any relevant logistics and keep out my emotional backstory. Most people do not need to know how much of a mess I used to be. And I firmly state what I am doing with my future, rather than ask for permission.

My last HRT-related Coming Out email (to one of my orchestras, which is a very gendered biz) was essentially: "FYI, I am medically and legally transitioning from female to male. Just a heads up, as I'll look and sound a bit different at rehearsal -- I have a tux already for the concert. See you Friday!"

That's it. At a company, you can work with HR on your announcement, assuming one will even be necessary in your case based on your transition timeline.

When I changed my name years later, I was also direct:

"I am legally changing my name to Nicholas. It may take a while to update all my clients, so you're welcome to tell them, "Oh, [deadname] goes by Nicholas now. Thanks!"

And when I came out to my spouse in tumblr chat before our first date, it was literally: "Hey, jsyk, I am 35 and a trans man, in case that changes anything."

It takes a lot of practice to get to this point, and is something you can roleplay with your therapist.

Don't be afraid of your past

I am at a place where I will sometimes casually out myself to make a point ("No one ever needs to change the gender field for this form? I recently needed to.") or a stupid joke ("Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be...").

There is a lot of value in the trans experience. You can decide how much of it you want to casually share, but it does get easier each time.

I hope this helps. Being trans means you will be coming out for the rest of your life (obviously, there are times where stealth = safety), so cultivating a no-nonsense, and even humorous, approach will go a long way for your mental health.

[bloatedandalone04]

Bad Idea, Right?

Summary: You and Jake are broken up, so he has no business sending you dirty texts while you’re out with your friends, yet that doesn’t stop you from giving in every single time.

Word Count: 4.1k | THANK YOU FOR 5.8K FOLLOWERS

Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, swearing, just overall filthiness, exes hooking up, exes to lovers if you want to know what happens in their future, possessive jake, mentions of a bad break up.

“You’re going? Seriously?” your best friend since high school, Steph, asked once she saw you trying to discreetly slide your credit card and keys into your purse a few minutes after you checked a text on your phone and scoffed. 

You looked over at her with a soft glare, because her question had made your other friend give you a look of disbelief as well, when all you wanted to do was make your great and quiet escape. “What? I’m…tired,”

Steph scoffed this time and leaned back in her chair at the small table you managed to score in the back corner of a rather rowdy bar. “Yeah right. You’re such a liar. We just got here, like, half an hour ago,” she muttered and crossed her arms. “You’re not tired. You’re fucking horny.”

You gasped, but you couldn’t deny the truth her words held. “I am not,”

“Then where are you going?” Kayce, your other friend, asked as she too clued in to what was really going on with you, and she didn’t look too happy either. 

Too bad for them, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/n, if you’re even thinking about going over to his place, I swear, I’ll rip my hair out,” Steph groaned and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Jake fucking Seresin. Or, you know, fucking Jake Seresin,” she reiterated and you felt your face heat up a bit. 

Damn, you thought you were being a little more discreet than that, but clearly not. “So what if I am?” you sighed, giving up on the whole act entirely as you hadn’t been nearly as careful as you should’ve been. They both knew where you were going now, there’s no point in trying to hide it. 

“So what? He’s your ex, Y/n,” Kayce stated, but her tone was much softer than Steph’s was. 

“And he’s a fucking ass,” Steph added, “I don’t know what you saw in him before, and I still don’t know what you see in him now. He’s so full of himself, he’s cocky, arrogant and he fucking smirks at everything. Oh, and he treats you horribly.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you defended your ex as you sat up straight. And it really wasn’t. Yeah, Jake was all those things she listed, she just missed him being overly confident, but he didn’t treat you badly at all. In fact, he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had, it was just the explosive fight you’d gotten in that ended it all. “He was good to me.”

“He’s trying to get you to come over so he can fuck you,” Steph said, a little too loudly for your liking since a few of the bars patrons had glanced over at the three of you. “He wants to fuck you then he’ll kick you out.”

“He won’t kick me out,” you scoffed, standing up and sliding your purse onto your shoulder. “Jake likes when I sleep in his arms.”

Steph looked like she was about to explode, but you didn’t care. You felt attacked by your friends, and you felt like they were trying to make you feel dumb and like a kid, when you are a grown woman who is capable of making your own decisions. 

You knew what you were getting yourself into. “And maybe we’re friends now. Have you ever thought of that? Exes can be friends,”

Steph raised a brow. “Not exes like you and Jake. You two can never be friends, not after they way you were together,”

She was right about that, but she also didn’t need to know that. 

Kayce looked up at you with a small frown on her lips, and you hated the pity in her eyes. You didn’t need it, and it wasn’t justified at all. “He texts you a lot, Y/n,” she said quietly, “Doesn’t it make you feel cheap?”

You looked down at her for a few seconds before shaking your head. “Cheap? With Jake?” you laughed, “Never.”

-

Jake was sipping on a beer and watching the highlights of the latest game when he heard a knock at his front door. He smirked, because he knew exactly who it was.

It was you, of course, and he knew exactly why you were here. 

Only a mere twenty minutes ago, Jake had sent you two texts, one reading, 

‘I wanna see you, baby. Come over,’

And the other, 

‘I miss your sweet pussy and your pretty mouth,’

Yeah, he was aware of what he was doing, because he knew you’d read them, and he knew you’d come over. Albeit, you’d take your time getting here, but still, you were definitely coming. 

And, you know, hopefully soon Jake would be too.

He set down his beer and abandoned the football game he’d been watching on the TV in the living room, and he wandered out to the front door wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants - the ones he knew drove you crazy, because they showed off the length of his cock through the fabric.

When he swung the door open and saw you in a tight skirt and a crop top, he knew he’d interrupted your girls’ night. That meant you ditched your friends in order to come to his place, and that made Jake’s smirk grow even more. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” he greeted, leaning against the door frame as he looked at your gorgeous face. “I think we’re way past the point of you needing to knock, don’t you?” he teased, and the eye roll you gave him had him grinning. You were so perfect and so fucking stunning, Jake felt like the luckiest fucker in San Diego, because you’re here. And you’re still his. 

A scoff left your lips as you crossed your arms, but the dramatic act wasn’t justified. You’d been out at the bar, attempting to have a decent night with your friends when you got his texts, and like always, any and all rational thoughts left your mind. 

“Not really,” you muttered, shifting on your feet as the cool evening air made chills run through your body. “Why do you insist on texting me filthy things in order to get me over here? Why can’t you just find another girl to fuck and forget about?”

Jake’s eyes were all over your body, the green a shade or two darker as he bit down on his lip. Your skirt was short and hugged your curves in all the right places, showcasing every inch he knew off by heart, and he wanted to pull you into his arms and warm you up properly. “Forget about you? Baby, you know that’s not possible. There isn’t another girl in the world who could ever compare to you,” he said, his voice low as he reached one hand out and rested it on your hip, pulling you closer. “And you’re here, aren’t you? Besides, I don’t want to fuck anyone who’s not you.”

You rolled your eyes again, making Jake grin. 

“Come on, you know I can’t help myself around you,” he mumbled, his deep voice right next to your ear as he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “I hate being away from you, and not knowing what you’re doing out there without me…”

You hummed, moving closer to him. “What do you think I’m doing?” you asked, raising a teasing brow as you slide your fingers up his bare chest before settling your hands on his shoulders. “Are you scared that I’m flirting with other guys? That I’m letting random strangers fuck me in the same bed you used to fuck me in? Are you scared I’ll finally move on from you?”

Your tone was teasing now as well as you leaned up and brushed your lips along his jaw. Jake felt a surge of possessiveness run through him, and a jolt of lust went straight to his cock, which he was sure you could feel against you right now. 

“I don’t scare easily, Y/n,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer as he leaned down to nip at your ear. “Though, the thought of another guy putting his fucking hands on you…touching what’s mine…makes me think I need to leave my mark on you so they don’t even bother trying.”

His big hands slid down to grab your ass, and he squeezed it through the fabric of your leather skirt, making you whine softly.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby. Not when I can feel you trembling for me…not when I know you’re already getting wet for me,” he added, and you moaned loudly at his words. 

“Relax, baby,” you cooed, “No guy has even come close, because I know I’ll just be disappointed. They’re not you. You’re the only one who can make me cum.”

A deep groan left Jake’s lips as you practically melted against him, your words laced with seduction and promise. He had you wrapped around his finger, and he was wrapped around yours as well. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he murmured, shamelessly letting his gaze trail up and down your body. “These pretty tits, that sweet pussy…your stunning fucking body. All mine. Always has been, and always will be.” 

His hands slid further down until he was gripping the backs of your thighs, then he was lifting you up into his arms and kicking the door shut behind him as he carried you towards his bedroom. 

He’d made this exact route countless times now, always with you, and only with you since the night you met. It felt familiar, normal, and natural, like he would always only be carrying you to his room so he could fuck the living shit out of you. 

“I think it’s about time I remind you of that fact, don’t you?” Jake asked, but it didn’t really sound like a genuine question. He tossed you onto his bed, the sight of you being nearly swallowed by the king-sized mattress one he fantasises about every time he goes to sleep. “You think you can tease me by talking about other guys, hm? When we both know that you’re never gonna let anyone else touch you like this.” 

Jake’s hands slid up and down your calves before tugging off your boots and letting them hit the floor with a soft thud. Next were your stockings, which he just flat out ripped off you instead of trying to pull them all the way down, and the glare you gave him had a smug smirk forming on his lips as he tossed the destroyed fabric aside. 

“Think I need to ruin you for everyone else. Fuck you so hard, you won’t bring up another guy ever again,” he hummed, crawling up your body. It wasn’t necessary, because Jake knew you hadn’t been with anyone else since him, like he hadn’t been with anyone else since you, but it was part of the game you and he had been playing recently. Riling each other up until the other breaks, then doing it all over again within a few days. 

Jake knew he still wanted you, he wanted to fucking marry you, for fucks sake, but your break up had been an explosive one, and if you still needed a little more time to yourself before getting back on track with him, that was fine. He could do that one hundred percent, as long as it meant he got you back in the end. 

You were leaning back on his pillow, your legs parting as he settled between them, and you already looked so fucked out and needy for him. It was such a pretty sight. Jake’s eyes were dark as he gazed down at your dishevelled form, his arms at either side of your head as he held himself up above you. 

“Jake,” you groaned, sliding your hands along his abs before you reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling his body down onto yours as you buried your face in his neck. You placed soft kisses along his skin, breathing him in as if you were as gone for him as he is for you. “God, you’re so fucking hot…I love getting you all riled up like this.” 

Jake was so hard for you, and your touches only made him harder, almost painfully so. “You love it, huh? You just love pushing me until I fuck you so hard, you can barely walk the next day,” he muttered, leaning in and kissing all along your neck and jaw as he ground his hips against yours over and over again until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He sat back on his knees, tugging your shirt over your head as he did so, and tossing it aside. His gaze immediately went to your chest, his cock twitching with need as he bit down on his lip. “Fuck, these tits…”

You laughed quietly, and Jake knew how he looked, drooling over you as if he hadn’t been with you for nearly three years before the break up. “You love them, don’t you?” you teased, reaching for his wrists and guiding his big hands to your chest. “Touch me, Jake…”

Jake groaned, squeezing your soft mounds as he looked down at you. “Oh, I more than love them, baby. I’m fucking obsessed with them,” he said as his thumbs circled your hardened nipples before he leaned down and took one between his lips, sucking greedily as he continued to tease your other one. “They’re mine. This whole fucking body is mine.”

“Mmm, for now,” you purred, giving him an innocent look as you writhed under him and he glared at you. But he didn’t let himself get too worked up at your words, since there was no for now with you, there was only forever. 

After he worshipped your chest with his mouth for a bit, Jake pulled back and admired the red peaks that were straining against the cool air of his bedroom. You were whimpering for him and looking up at him with needy eyes, Jake had never seen a hotter sight in his life. 

He gripped your hips and flipped you over, pulling your skirt down and off your body, leaving you in just your soaked panites. “Look at how perfect you are,” he murmured under his breath, his hand smoothing along the curve of your ass before he delivered a sharp smack to one side of it. “You’re such a good girl, presenting yourself so nicely for me.”

You whined as Jake hooked his fingers in the thin fabric of your panties and dragged them down your legs impossibly slow, exposing your wet core to the cool air. “Jake,” you mumbled as you propped yourself up on your knees and elbows, your fingers bunching up his sheets as you wiggled back against him and left a damp spot on the front of his sweats. 

Jake reached down and palmed himself through the fabric, his cock begging for attention as he looked down at the pink handprint that was forming on your skin. “Fuck, look at you. So desperate for my cock already. Bet this needy little pussy is clenching around nothing, isn’t it?” he mocked, gripping your hips as he ground his clothed erection against your slick folds, not caring at all about the mess he was making on the grey fabric. You were moaning loudly now, his dirty mouth never failing to turn you on, and he knew that. 

He rolled his hips a few more times before delivering another swift slap to your opposite cheek before he soothed the sting with his palm, his cock twitching more at the desperate sounds you were making for him. 

His fingers delved between your thighs and collected your arousal, the wetness making his head spin in the best way, before bringing it to your lips. “Taste yourself, baby,”

You obliged quickly, turning your head and capturing his fingers between your lips. “Mm,” you moaned, licking and sucking at his fingers until they were clean of you and left coated in your spit. “So good…” you hummed as you pushed yourself back against him again, the dark spot on his sweats only growing in size the longer he kept them on. 

“You’re so fucking dirty,” Jake grunted, pulling his fingers free from your mouth. “Getting off on your own taste.”

Then he licked his fingers, keeping eye contact with you as his free hand palmed your reddening ass. “You love it,” you mumbled, and Jake grinned as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed, grabbing your thighs as he pulled you back onto his lap, your slickness dragging along his damn near painful erection. His sweatpants were messy now as he gently bounced you on his lap, leaning over you to place kisses all along your shoulders, and then he was guiding you to lay down on your back once more as he pushed down and kicked off his sweats. “Spread those legs for me, Y/n. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

When you did as you were told, Jake settled between your thighs once more, his cock rubbing along your soaked folds. “Jake,” you whined. “I need you. Fuck me already. Please?” 

“I will, sweet girl,” he laughed deeply, reaching down to circle your clit with his fingers. Then he was pushing forward and sinking inside your core, the wet warmth making him groan as he braced himself above you. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Missed this perfect pussy so much, baby.” he grunted, leaning down to kiss you as he began to fuck you with long, deep thrusts. 

You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as you kissed him back. Your hands ran up and down his arms before pushing against his lower back, encouraging him to absolutely wreck you as your mouths pressed messily together. “God, yes. Fuck me, Jake,” 

Jake groaned into the kiss, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back a bit while his other gripped your hip tightly. “You were made for me, baby,” he murmured against your lips as picked up the pace a bit, breaking the kiss as he looked down at where you were connected. The sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside you had him thrusting a bit harder, his grip on you tightening even more. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He hooked his elbows under your knees, shifting your position on the bed and giving him a better angle to your sweet spot, and the way you practically squealed had him fucking into you a bit faster. “Jake, oh fuck,” you moaned as you ran your hands along his abs, feeling the way he flexed under your touch. “Harder…harder…” 

Jake grunted as he complied, hitting every spot deep inside you until he felt your tight walls start to flutter and clench around him. “Not yet, baby,” he rasped, not wanting this to end too soon. He was desperate for you now more than ever, because every second with you was next to precious at the moment. “Hold on just a little longer, sweet girl.”

But you were whining in protest, shaking your head as you buried your face in his neck. “Jake,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Then you pulled back and looked up at him, and your gaze softened a bit as you nodded. “Okay…okay, just go slower then, okay?” you asked so sweetly, your bratty persona from earlier gone as you leaned up and pressed kisses along his jaw. 

Jake’s hands loosened their grip on you, and instead he wrapped his arms around you and cradled you against him, slowing his thrusts significantly. “Mm, there’s my good girl,” he praised, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. “I wanna take my time with you…love you in the way you deserve.”

He knew his words were perhaps a little more intimate than they should be during a hookup, but Jake would never consider you that. Just a quick, easy fuck. He’d never think so low of you when he was so in love with you still. 

His big hands caressed your body, touching all the places he knew off by heart, and he reveled in the soft moans you let out when he gently pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. 

Jake leaned down and kissed you as you tangled your fingers in his hair, his hips slowly rolling against yours in unhurried thrusts. His own hands slid around you and down your body until they reached your ass, and he gripped you tightly as he lifted you up a bit to meet his deep strokes. “You feel so good, baby,” he mumbled against your mouth before fully breaking the kiss to look down at you. 

You tugged on his hair, hiking your legs up higher around his waist as you arched your back. “So do you,” you replied, tipping your head back on his pillow as he increased the pace again by just a little. “So fucking good, Jake.”

He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he fucked into you, his sounds muffled against your skin. “Fucking hell, Y/n,” he moaned, “You drive me crazy, sweet girl. I’ve missed this so much…missed you so much.” 

Jake leaned down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, grazing it gently with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. 

You tugged a little harder on his hair before pushing on his shoulders, and for a fleeting moment Jake thought he might have gone too far with his words (not that he had much control over them anyway), but then you settled on his lap when he sat back on his knees, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, your breasts brushing against his chest as you began to ride him. “Fuck…fuck.”

Jake’s hands grabbed your hips, holding onto you tightly as he helped guide you into a steady rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that,” he praised, dipping his head down to press kisses along the tops of your breasts. 

Your moans were becoming a little more desperate now as you bounced on his lap, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips, and the look in your eyes told Jake all he needed to know. 

Maybe you didn’t mean for it to be there, but he could see the love, adoration and longing in your gaze, but he didn’t say anything about it. Just seeing it was all he needed to know that he’d be with you again properly someday. 

“Jake,” you whispered, running your hands along his slightly sweaty shoulders as you moved on top of him, squeezing him so good, Jake had to bury his face against the side of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard,” he groaned, thrusting up into you as he gripped your hip tightly and pulled your chest right up against his, using his free hand to apply pressure to your stomach. “C’mon, baby, give it to me.”

You whimpered and bucked your hips a few more times before you were shaking on his lap, your hands pulling at his hair as you came with a soft cry, and it was still the prettiest sound Jake had ever heard. 

He grunted, and a few seconds later, he came too, filling you up as you became limp in his arms. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, his chest heaving as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved to lay down so you were cuddled against his chest. “I love you,” he mumbled, the words all too familiar as he usually said them every single time you and he had sex, as well as every day before the breakup. 

You groaned, shaking your head as you leaned up to press a firm kiss to his lips, then a few more after that. “Shh, don’t,” you murmured before rolling off him, making his cock slip free from your warmth as you rolled onto your stomach. “Just…come here. Come hold me.” you said, burying your face in his pillow as you closed your eyes. 

Jake laughed under his breath as he pulled the covers up over your body before wrapping his arms around you from behind, holding you like you were his entire world. “Okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as he let himself relax against you.

This was where he belonged, he knew that, and he knew that you belonged here too, it would just take you a little longer to get back there. Which was fine, because Jake would always wait for you. And as he listened to your quiet breathing and inhaled your familiar scent, he let his mind wander to the image of you finally wearing the ring he’d bought for you that was safely tucked away in his closet.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Take it All Off

Evan “Buck” Buckley x plus size!fem!reader

You show Buck your new outfit and he’s more than happy to show you how much he loves it.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) body worship, body insecurity

Thanks @the-witty-pen-name for giving me this idea!

You check yourself out in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring what you look like in the little number that you bought. It somehow looks even better than it did in the dressing room. The top is definitely more low cut and revealing than you would usually go for. It’s a pretty green color and laces up in the front. It shows off more than you usually would, but you have to admit that you love the way you look. Especially paired with the jeans you also just bought.

They hug your body in just the right spots and now you can’t wait for Buck to get home, knowing that he’ll love your new look. He loves you if whatever you want to wear but you know that he especially loves when you wear something tight, the way the fabric hugs your curves. It never fails to make him want to take you right then and there.

You hear the front door open and you tighten the laces to give yourself more cleavage then try your best to put on a flirty face as you see Buck enter the room in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes widen as he gets a good look at you and you continue to fake flirty faces at him.

He marches over and grabs hold of your arm, turning you around to face him. His eyes rake over your entire body, lust filling them as he does so. He doesn’t know what the occasion is, but he’s not going to question it. He thinks you look fucking hot.

He was already hard beyond belief from the photo you sent of the outfit while he was at work, but now he can barely hold it in any longer seeing you in person. He’s got to have you and he’s got to have you right now. He’s going to worship every inch of your body, to show you just how much he loves it. Especially because he knows that you need reassurance sometimes.

“Fuck,” is all he’s able to say as his eyes travel back up to your cleavage. “I mean-fuck-” He’s at a loss for words and your cheeks heat at what you assume is a compliment.

“You like it?” You ask and his eyes travel back up to yours, giving you a look as if to ask if you’re serious.

“Love it,” he replies. “Let me show you how much.” There’s no way you’re going to say no to that. He sits at the end of the bed and helps you straddle his waist, his hands resting on your waist, his favorite place to hold onto. Your arms warm around his neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.

He’s warning you up like always, being gentle before getting rough like he knows you like. You’re the one who always takes it there but he loves giving you the control. He just wants his girl to be happy and he doesn’t care what he has to do to make it happen.

“I’m going to fucking worship you,” he whispers against your lips. “Gonna show you just how much I love you. All of you. Because as much as I love that top, honey, it has to come off.”

Your cheeks heat at his words and he pulls you in for another kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as his tongue flicks into your mouth. It plays with yours and you can’t help but moan at the feeling, needing him now more than ever.

He continues to kiss you as if his life depends on it as he unlaces the top, going as slowly as possible, wanting to savor your kisses as he does so. Once he’s got it all undone, he pulls back as he pushes it off of your shoulders, the thing falling down your arms and clattering to the floor.

Buck takes a moment to take in your now bare chest. He’s always so taken aback by how absolutely beautiful you are, almost like he’s looking at you for the first time. He always feels like the luckiest man in the world and he can’t believe that out of all the men on this earth, you chose him. And he’ll never take that for granted.

He leans you back just a touch as his hands rest against your bare back. He leans down and pressed feather light kisses to your shoulder, peppering it with them before making a line of them across your chest to the other shoulder. In between, he whispers compliments into your skin, wanting you to know exactly what it is about you that he loves so much.

“Your skin is so soft,” he says as his lips find their way to your neck, tilting your head to the side so he has more access. “And you smell so good.” He takes a deep breath through his nose to get a whiff. “I love when you spray your perfume on my clothes.”

“I’ll do it more often,” you reply as he buries his face into your neck.

“Please do.” He presses another kiss to your neck and another and another before he goes in for a hard suck, making you gasp before melting into him. He knows how much you love when he leaves his mark on you.

He continues to lick and suck on your neck as your hands rest on his shoulder blades. And when he bites down, you let out a loud moan as your fingers curl, your nails digging into his back. He’s holding back a smug smile as he hears how good he’s making you feel.

Your back arches into his as he bites down again and again, making you moan over and over until you can’t take it anymore, orgasming as he gives you one more bite before pulling away.

As Buck picks you up and carries you over to the bed, you know that this is far from over. And you’re happy to let him do anything he wants to you. For once, he’s in charge and you’re looking forward to lying down and taking it.

His hands go to unbutton your jeans and he pulls them down your legs with a little struggle but he eventually gets them off, followed by your panties which both end up in a pile on the floor. He takes a moment to take in your naked body before taking off his own clothes, throwing them to the side where yours have been discarded.

Before you get a chance to look at him, he places himself on top of you and takes your hands in his before kissing your lips. This one is more gentle than the others but it still makes your head spin, especially when he smiles into it because you make him that happy. You really can’t believe you found the perfect man.

Just when you’re getting into it, he pulls away and goes back to kissing your body again, whispering more compliments into your skin, making it heat.

“I love your stretch marks,” he says as he lets his fingers dance along the grooves of the ones that line your hips. He tells you this all the time but feels the need to every time he thinks about it because he just wants to assure you that he loves you just the way you are. “I know you don’t, but I love them. They not only give you character, but they make you you.”

You can feel yourself tearing up and it makes you feel silly considering what you’re about to do but you can’t help it. Buck always knows exactly what you need to hear. He wipes away your tears then pressed a kiss to every single stretch mark he can find and you can’t help but feel yourself tear up again, knowing for sure that this is the most you’ve ever felt loved in your life.

When he comes back up, he peppers your face with kisses, letting you know that you can cry if you need to, wiping the tears away as you fall.

“I just love you,” you tell him which makes him smile before he leans in for yet another kiss.

“I love you too,” he replies and when he pulls back to look you in the eyes again, he knows that you’re ready. He goes to reach for a condom but you’re quick to stop him and he hopes that he hasn’t done something to upset you.

“I don’t want to use one. I want to feel you. I want it to feel more intimate.” He smiles again as he leaves the condom on the bedside table. Neither of you have ever done this before but you have to admit that it feels freeing.

You both watch as he gets inside you-just the tip so you’re not overwhelmed-and he slowly starts to thrust. The whole thing feels so foreign but you both have to admit that feels so good.

Buck’s pace picks up just a bit more and the fact that you already look like you’re close encourages him to go even faster, even harder. You’re already coming undone, feeling like you could come apart any second. And Buck’s encouraging words are definitely helping.

“You look so pretty, angel. Sound so pretty. Make some more sounds for me?” His hands grab hold of your hips, nails digging into your skin as he goes even harder, pounding into you again and again, his sweet words contradicting his movements.

You can feel him, all of him and you’re sure that he’s never been this rough with you before but you definitely don’t hate it. You love that he doesn’t feel like he has to treat you like you’re fragile. Just because you’ve felt insecure in the bedroom before doesn’t mean that you don’t like it rough from time to time.

“That’s it, just like that,” Buck encourages as he watches you moan again and again. You buck your hips against his as your hands move up to his shoulders. He catches you off guard when his hands slide underneath you, maneuvering you so he can get even farther inside, and you whine, tears pricking your eyes again as you can practically feel him in your stomach. “Look at you. Taking all of me so well. Such a good girl for me.”

You know this is going to be the shortest you’ve ever lasted, but you can feel yourself getting progressively more tired as his thrusts get more intense. Your orgasm is approaching as your eyes start to get heavy.

He’s still going as you reach your peak, knowing that you don’t have any more in your, feeling your body getting lip. So as you’re coming down, getting progressively more tired as Buck pulls out, you don’t even have the energy to move when he starts to clean you up. You just lie there as he cleans himself up.

And when he comes back from disposing of the towel, he helps you get into the bed where he pulls you to him, bare skin against bare skin. He kisses you again and again as his fingers dance lazily along your back before you both eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms, thinking that you’re the luckiest people in the world to have each other.

[adieutristana]

hellooo !! not sure if you’ve done something like this before, but i thought it woudlve been SOOO cute but also bittersweet if there was a scenario where after jinx’s attempt, the reader helps her cut off parts of her hair, and they spend the rest of the time painting each other and getting the helicopter thing all painted before the war. basically what people wanted through the timebomb cut scenes but with reader !! (plus, it would be even cuter if the reader was painting jinx’s face and there they would have their first kiss :3 THE YEARNNNN. so it’s a little angsty but overall fluff)

thank you !! (i LOVEE ur writing sm and im sorry if this is too long LOOLL)

of course! thank you for the request, and thank you for your kind words <3 i’ll do my best to do your request justice!

summary; the month leading up to the final battle.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of poor mental health, snippets instead of one story, mentions of war/combat, yearning, getting together

men dni.

the first night was the hardest.

you'd talked jinx off that ledge, convinced her to come back to your apartment with you. she'd been a mess the entire walk back, shaking like a lost kitten. lower lip trembling while she practically sunk into herself.

"i'm tired of talking," she'd said- so as much as it pained you, you didn't ask her questions. didn't try to understand where that urge was coming from. you were just there, a comforting presence for the girl in a time where she couldn't rely on herself. even if jinx feels as if life is pointless, there's no good version of her, you'll always be there for her to fall back on. that won't ever change.

you let her use your shower and given her a pair of your pajamas to change into. you gave the girl her privacy while she washed herself off, but she didn't know that you sat on the other side of the door the entire time. you couldn't bear the thought of leaving your friend alone, not after what she'd just tried to do. broken sobs were audible over running water- it crushed you.

but it's good that jinx is letting it out. if what she needs is to cry in the shower, she can do it all she pleases. even before this, you'd have done anything for her, but especially now. anything for just the possibility of seeing light return to those wide eyes.

"you can take the bed," you murmur, already bringing blankets to the floor to make yourself a space for the night. jinx is stood at the foot of your bed, still, face unmoving. but she slowly shakes her head.

"it's your bed," she replies. "i'll be fine on the floor."

"jinx, you're a guest, and you've had a... rough day. just take the bed."

she opens her mouth as if she's about to say something, but nothing comes out. the girl just sighs, and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed while you continue making your space for the night. just observing, perched on your bed. you gather a few pillows, and the 'bed' for the night is done.

turning back to jinx with the most reassuring look you can muster, you give her one last glance before cutting the lights. then pitch black, and a rustling of sheets as she settles in. the place you've made for yourself on hard wood and blankets isn't exactly comfortable, but it'll do for tonight. right now, jinx is your priority.

you lay down, letting your head hit the pillow and closing your eyes, but your mind keeps drifting back to the events of that day. jinx, stood on a ledge. grenade in her hand, deadpan stare, tear-stained cheeks. her voice with an even heavier rasp than usual, and her tone resolute. if you hadn't been there to stop her, jinx would very likely be dead right now. dead and gone.

you don't want to think about her passing, especially not like that. but the images keep flashing in your memory, and it's hard to put a stop to it. you toss, and you turn, you switch positions to try and get your body to finally succumb, but nothing.

"...are you still awake?"

you grumble a bit at the sudden whisper, but you nod- as if jinx could see you right now.

"yeah," you murmur. "what's up?"

"could you come up here?"

that catches you off guard, but maybe she just needs something. another blanket, maybe? or some white noise? you slowly stand up, gaining your bearings in the dark, before sitting on the edge. you can see the faint glow of pink that jinx's eyes carry, but beyond that, nothing.

"is something wrong?"

"no, i just... don't wanna be alone right now," she whispers, sheepish. as if she's ashamed to admit it. your heart catches in your throat, but you slowly nod. "could you just stay with me? lay down, maybe?"

"i... yeah, if that's what you want."

"mhm."

wordlessly, you lay yourself down on the bed, jinx scooting over to make room for you. it's a bit cramped- a twin, but neither of you mention that right now. she rolls over to face you, and although she doesn't make any move to touch you, or to speak, it's obvious that she's more relaxed.

just jinx, laying beside you, curled into herself while her eyes slip shut again. it's in that moment that you decide to stay awake, just until she's asleep, at least. to make sure that she's okay- nothing else (or that's what you tell yourself).

seconds go by, then minutes, and the girl's breathing begins to even out. steady and deep, in through her nose, out through her mouth. you don't move, only listen as she succumbs to slumber. in your bed, under your blankets, across from you. after she'd tried to take her life.

life is weird like that, you suppose- but you've always known your friend was a bit troubled. always cared for her, despite all of the awful things she thought of herself and all of the things she'd done. where she saw a monster, you saw a scared young woman. you've been the one constant in jinx's life who wasn't trying to get her to carry out dirty work or cause harm, just wanted to be there for her.

though now that she's asleep, you suppose you can let yourself rest too.

✧.*

by the second week, she started to settle in.

she didn't want to go back to her hideout, not after everything that had happened. it had once served as a sanctuary, but now is a physical reminder of everything- silco, isha, vi, her failed attempt on her life. every tag on the wall glaring at her as if mocking her, calling her weak. a failure.

but your apartment is devoid of that. it's a place she's seen before, but never stayed in for even a night. those nights turned into weeks, and strangely, the girl could find herself growing used to this.

it isn't easy, not by any means. still, you wake up several nights to the sound of her choked sobs, sitting up to embrace her trembling form. you whisper hushed reassurances to jinx- yes, she should be here. yes, there is a purpose for all of this, even if she can't quite see it. yes, you're here to stay, no, you won't ever leave her. you aren't doing this out of pity, you genuinely care about her and want to see her get back on her feet.

obstacles will always be there, you accepted that the moment you started calling jinx your friend. but you're here for the long run- and each day is a little easier.

you've got a bit of a routine, and it's the same every morning: you're up first. jinx usually has a harder time sleeping, so you let her rest until whenever her body's had enough. she comes stumbling into the kitchen to a box of sugar-packed cereal, a carton of milk, a spoon, and an empty bowl. you've offered to make her something a bit more substantial, but she refuses each time.

"it's almost noon," you muse, sitting down across from jinx. her shoulder-length hair is a bit tousled from sleep, though you'd been the one brushing it for her the first week. she got a handle on doing it herself within this week, but it was always after she was more... awake. "long night?"

"couldn't sleep," she murmurs, sleep still heavy in her voice. "just kinda... stayed awake, looking at the ceiling."

you quirk an eyebrow, and then hear the sound of cereal being poured.

"find anything interesting up there?"

"i wish."

you've found that jinx is starting to get a bit of her usual spunk back- that's a good sign. she isn't fully herself, though you're not sure she will be again. at least, not the jinx you know, not after everything that had happened.

but the night before, you received your first ever noise complaint, and it was because of jinx's music. while usually, you'd be irritated beyond belief, and with anyone else you might've kicked them out, you only found yourself relieved.

even though you had asked her to please turn down the stereo at least a little bit, your chest felt lighter seeing her falling back into her element. the song was some off-the-wall pop-rock tune, probably one of those underground bands she loved so much. your apartment is a place of tranquility. you eat, work, sleep, repeat.

but now you have someone with you, and it's odd. not odd in the negative, 'leave-me-alone' way, but odd in the way that you're not used to spending this much time with someone outside of your family. jinx isn't your responsibility, she's never been. but you do feel an urgency to take care of her and make sure that she's as content as she can be, at least right now. call it being a good friend.

she gulps down the now-colorful milk, then sets the bowl on your table with a subtle clink.

"that stuff never gets old."

"yeah? i'll have to get some more just for you, then," you chuckle, before taking her dishes and placing them in the sink. she's already gone through four boxes of that same cereal since being here.

"so, what's on the agenda for today?"

you pause, pursing your lips as your fingertips drum on the countertop.

"hm... nothing, really. i don't have any work to do, so we just have the day to ourselves."

you can't see her, but you can hear the girl gasp slightly. now she's more awake, and you recognize the look she gives you. that's the look that tells you you're in trouble.

"there's this junkyard i've been wanting to visit, they might have some parts i can use-" she perks up, a light grin tugging at her lips. "or, somewhere i can paint! that'd be fun, right?"

you shake your head in light amusement, but can't stop the smile that takes over your features.

"you can't be blowing stuff up in here, y'know. it's not like your place, i've got a landlord to answer to."

the girl frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. her nose scrunches a bit, huffing. ever dramatic, jinx is.

"but that's stupid-"

"tell me about it."

"come onnnn. can't we get just a few things, to keep my hands busy? no explosions."

you quirk a brow at that, leaning a bit closer over the table to really look at jinx. her expression is still tinged with mischief, but the way she's been up until now... of course you want to do something for her. not out of pity, but just a nice deed for your friend.

"you promise? no explosions at all? not even a little spark?"

"not even a spark. i promise." she hums, even extending her pinky towards you. you just scoff in response, but link your pinky with hers. now, it's official.

"alright, alright. i'll take you."

✧.*

during the third week, you realized you were catching feelings for jinx.

it's strange. you've known her for years, and you've never felt like that towards her- or have you? it's the act of realizing these feelings that throws you for a loop. you've always cared deeply for her, always wanted nothing but the best for her. you could never help the way that you worried when she got herself into yet another risky job.

but that's the way jinx is, and above all, you've never questioned or judged her. only worried for her safety. but as jinx put it-

"i'm a big girl, i can handle a few cuts and scratches."

despite said 'cuts and scratches' usually being bullet holes and stab wounds, you just had to take her word for it. she always came back in one piece, after all, but you couldn't shake the worry that one day, she wouldn't. you'd lose her. you almost did.

but there's no point in dwelling.

"i wanna cut my hair." she announces, hands on her hips. she's holding a trimmer in her hand that she got janna-knows-where (certainly not from your bathroom), her wide eyes lit with mischief.

"right now?"

"mhm, right now!" she confirms, already charging towards you and taking your arm. she links her elbow with yours to begin leading you toward the bathroom. "i can't exactly see the back of my head, so you've gotta help."

well, that doesn't leave you much choice. but you're not complaining, this might even be fun. it probably will be, knowing jinx.

by the time you're situated at the bathroom sink, stood behind the girl and looking over the shoulder-length cut she's got going on right now, she's practically bouncing on her heels. patience has never been a strength of jinx's.

"so... what do you wanna do with it?"

your fingers card through the short blue locks, ones you're so used to seeing tied in loose braids. you wouldn't admit it out loud, especially not to yourself, but the change looks good on her. beautiful, even. it illuminates her features a bit more, lets her figure be seen a little more freely. where there was once a sea of azure, it's now like a still picture of the night sky: just as stunning, but different. a good different.

"mm.. kinda wanna shave it off."

your eyes widen momentarily, but you try not to let the surprise show in your voice. "like, a buzzcut?"

"yeah, kinda! but... i wanna leave this part," she hums, twirling her bangs around her index finger. "not a full buzz."

her eyes fixed on herself in the mirror as you plug in the trimmer and it comes to life with a subtle bzzzz. you situate yourself directly behind her, then take a chunk of choppy hair- glancing back up at her through the mirror, as if to silently ask if she's sure. she just gives a slight nod, and that's all the permission you need to take off that first chunk of hair.

that falls to the floor- followed by another section, then another, as you work your way around her head. truth be told, you've never worked one of these things before, you haven't the slightest clue what you're doing. but it's getting rid of her hair, and she isn't complaining about her reflection, so you've gotta be doing something right.

seeing her new hairstyle take shape in real time is... bizarre, but sweet. it's sweet that you get to be the one to do this for her.

once you're at the final stages, right before that bit of bang she's still holding back, you make one final swipe with the trimmers before setting them down. you'll worry about the mess of blue on the floor and in the sink later. your hands tentatively find jinx's shoulders, squeezing as you see her eyes light up.

"it's... wow," she breathes out, turning her head this way and that to look at the new style. "different. definitely different."

"that it is," you hum, giving her slim shoulders a gentle squeeze. "do you like it?"

she just nods slowly, eyes still wide and curious. her lips are parted, but in the shape of a little smile. after so many years of having floor-length hair, she's bound to be a little shocked by the sight of all of it gone. truth be told, though, she looks gorgeous- she always does. you weren't sure what to expect of this haircut exactly, but a lingering feeling told you that jinx will always look beautiful. no matter what she does- she just has that effortless pull to her. plump lips, bright eyes, sweet freckles, a voice that could bring you to tears.

oh, gods. you're in deep.

"i like it," she whispers, then shakes her head. "i love it. you did a damn good job, toots."

toots? that's a new one. you just chuckle lightly, unplugging the trimmer before you turn back to face the girl. she's turned to face you, too, and it's then that you realize just how close you are. close enough to see the shadow her eyelashes cast on her cheeks, and to feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. a flush creeps up your neck faster than you can control it, but you only can hope at this point that she won't notice.

"...thank you," you manage. "i tried."

she just keeps that same smile, tilting her head a little bit in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"you're a good friend."

✧.*

during the fourth week, jinx was devising a plan.

the tensions between piltover and noxus were coming to a head. not only were people in danger, but one of those people was her sister. despite all of the spats, each argument and cruel word thrown at her, jinx loves vi. she always will, even if that love manifests itself in a rather unconventional way.

she can't just sit there and do nothing. and well, jinx loves a grand entrance.

jinx has decided to revisit her hideout, with the excuse that she has 'unfinished business' and something to do. something that she can't do in your cramped apartment. what exactly that is, she keeps a secret, but you've learned in this past month that you'll follow jinx anywhere she leads. even though you could question her, you don't feel the need to.

"hey! c'mere, would you?" she calls out over her shoulder, a wide grin on her face.

you've been laying across her tattered couch filling out some notes from a lecture you'd missed, but immediately perk up at the sound of her voice.

"yeah? what's up?"

"just come here!"

a resigned sigh escapes you, though you swing your feet around the couch anyways, padding over to whatever it is that jinx wants to show you. at the sight, though, your eyes immediately widen. it's some kind of... hot air balloon? one obviously handmade, but still intricate and impressive. paint cans lay beside it, alongside brushes and little puddles from her less-than-careful paint jobs.

"i... wow," you gasp, eyes scanning over every little detail. the teeth on top, reminiscent of isha's helmet, a mylo doll, bunny ears, the little graffiti details on the body, the wooden propeller. "you really didn't spare any details, did you?"

"i never do," she chuckles, resting her hands on her popped hips. "but i want your help."

your lips purse at this, and you let out a light huff. this isn't your area of expertise, not by a long shot.

"my help? with what?"

she quickly points to all four propellers, smirking as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"they're blank! we have to do something about that. can't have a boring hot air balloon, can i?"

you just sigh at the prospect, but kneel down beside the paint cans she's got laid out and pick up an already wet brush. the colors mix a bit, but that's in character for jinx. never pristine or perfect, just chaotic and unapologetic. there's no putting her in a box, she's just jinx. as are all of her creations.

"i suppose not," you hum, wiping excess paint on the edge of the can. "what do you want me to do?"

"whatever your heart desires," she chirps.

spontaneity has never come easily to you, not the way it does to jinx. but she's looking at you with a light in her eyes that you've missed, and she's asking for your help... you can't let the girl down. with a resigned sigh, you begin painting the bottom of one of the wooden blades. it's a mess of blue, meant to resemble the clouds that cover the greater right half of her body. do they actually look like them? debatable, but-

"are those my tattoos?!"

you have to stifle a giggle, but you quickly nod. "mhm. thought you'd appreciate that."

she skitters over to kneel beside you, and your upper arms brush together. it's only for a second, though enough to send a jolt of electricity through your body. you almost gasp, but you're able to catch yourself just in time-

"they look so good! that's perfect, you know? really makes it feel like it's ours."

ours. you like the sound of that.

you could get used to it, even.

without another word, though, she moves to the blade next to yours and starts painting her own design. continuing your own motions, you paint one swirl, then another, alternating between baby blue and azure for the outlines. the design spans the entirety of the wood with little bouts of negative space between, but it fits.

and you find our eyes drifting to what she's working on, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. cute. it's a design of constellations, a seemingly random assortment, but..

"these are the constellations that'll be out tomorrow night," she murmurs, as if she's read your mind. "i looked. something for the occasion, yeah?"

"occasion, or battle?" you laugh, setting your own paintbrush down.

"does it matter?" she gently elbows your side, eliciting a bout of laughter. "potato, potahto... all the same thing."

within another few minutes, she finishes the design- it's beautiful. unorthodox, but gorgeous in that way that's so her. she then takes a step back beside you to examine your work, side-by-side, and although the designs are vastly different, they compliment each other well. kind of like the pair of you.

"you keep outdoing yourself, y'know? this is great."

"i.. thanks-" then in one fell swoop, you're pulled into a tight side-hug, jinx grinning ear-to-ear. that adorable tooth gap of hers on full display while she gazes at you with pure joy.

it catches you completely off guard, the same familiar flush returning to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, but you can't rationalize how long you've been wanting this.

slowly, carefully, your arms find their way around jinx's waist, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"we make a damn good team, dont'cha think?"

"yeah, we do."

✧.*

the battle is already underway.

the two of you have settled in jinx's hideout, the hot air balloon ready for use after much careful tweaking and maintenance. jinx has already thrown together something new to wear- a shark hood she'd stitched together, gauze around her chest (eerily similar to her sister's- sweet, but you won't mention it), tight pants with hip windows... she really does have a flair for the dramatics.

you wouldn't have jinx any other way.

even from the undercity, faint explosions and gunshots ringing can be heard. it's nothing out of the ordinary in zaun, but this is something much bigger than yourselves. it's almost time, but jinx approaches you with a slim paintbrush and a box of brightly colored paints, smiling ear-to-ear.

"what's all this for?"

she wrinkles her nose, and tilts her head. "painting? duh."

"yeah, i got that. painting what?"

then jinx's grin widens, if that's even possible, and she steps closer, closer, until your hips are almost in contact.

"each other!"

you're not sure you'd heard jinx right, but the way she immediately uncaps one of the paint bottles and dips the brush into bright purple, lifting it toward your bare bicep- she's absolutely serious. though you don't flinch, you don't turn away, you just... hold your breath, and let jinx paint you. her calloused fingertip brushes over a corner to clean it up, sending a shiver up your spine.

you look down, and it's a small iteration of her monkey bomb. cute.

"looks pretty good, if i say so," she hums, stepping back to cap the bottle. the girl then gestures with her head toward the box, her brows raised in that playful way she wears so well. "your turn, toots."

there's a moment of hesitation, though you find yourself stooping beside the box to look through the colors. brightly colored acrylic, each color just as appealing as the next.. but you'll take a sunshine yellow for now. slowly, you make your way back to jinx, dipping the paintbrush in.

"alright, stay still..." you mutter, using one hand to steady her, on her collarbone. she swallows, taking a sharp breath in, but nods. she'd just been so confident, but something is clearly disturbing that. you won't press, though, truth be told- you're nervous yourself.

she's right there. she's right in front of you, asking you to paint on her. trusting you to touch her, even if it's completely innocent. the fact she's willing to share the moment before something as monumental as a battle with you shouldn't mean this much to you, you don't think- but gods, it does. you don't know what you've done to earn the kindness of someone like jinx, someone who you care for so deeply.

"y-yeah, i'm still."

the other grips the paintbrush as you slowly paint a star on her upper arm, then pause- your gaze flits back up to her face, and it lingers. there's the faintest hint of a flush dusting her pale cheeks, her lips pressed into a thin line. her chest is heaving the slightest bit- if you were any closer, you'd swear you could hear the rapid thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat.

and her eyes look into your own. it's as if time pauses in that moment- just you and jinx. the pink hue of her irises boring into yours, her slack lips pursing, her breath held all of a sudden. neither of you speak, neither of you move, only look.

then the girl surges forward, and her lips connect with yours.

your eyes widen in shock- is this actually happening? jinx, your closest friend, kissing you? though you don't have time to process, your arms wrap around the girl's bare waist as if instinct. her hands come to rest on your shoulders as your lips move together in tandem. uncoordinated, a bit clumsy, but somehow so right.

her hands squeeze at your shoulders a bit, then she hums into the kiss, pulling you that slightest bit closer. you can only manage to sigh as you lean into her embrace.

after another moment, she pulls back, pressing her forehead to yours.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time," she whispers.

'how long?' you want to ask, but that doesn't come out.

"i have too."

then she laughs, really, genuinely laughs, her shoulders shaking, and just shakes her head.

"come on, let's finish up so we can get out there."

[kurogane2512]

Little fic inspired from a daily message with Aglaea. I wrote most of this during 3.0 and haven't done the quests from 3.1 and 3.2 so apologies if something is inaccurate.

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aglaea x g!p reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Fluff and smut (slightly long fic, the usual porn with plot)

Your days in Okhema passed in a rather leisurely manner after Phainon departed for the trial. The Chrysos Heirs had dispersed for their own affairs, carrying on their duty as they waited for their comrade's results. You explored the city for a few days but eventually lost interest as you had seen almost everything it had to offer and now spent most of your time in the bathhouse, relaxing in the soothing waters and befriending the citizens.

It was one of these days when you happened to message Lady Aglaea, asking about her welfare and if you could do some work for her. Out of all the Chrysos Heirs you met so far, you felt a strange attraction to her and wanted to know her better, even help her as much as you could knowing the burdens on her. Though, you had doubts about her opinion on you, but at least she didn't seem uninterested in interacting with you outside missions.

And it was due to an impromptu conversation where you ended up discussing about her likeness for plays, that you now found yourself at the finest theatre in Okhema to watch a play she had recommended. Not only that, you were sitting beside Lady Aglaea herself in the VIP arena. The rest of the place was packed to the brim as this was a new play that had become the talk of the town.

"I'm grateful for your company tonight, esteemed guest." Aglaea spoke in a courteous tone, "It is often difficult for me to find time to come here recently, but you eased my burdens quite a bit and allowed me this moment of respite. I hope you will enjoy this play."

You lightly blushed from her words, "It's fine, Lady Aglaea. I'm happy to help you. I'm also grateful that you agreed to come with me."

Aglaea smiled, "I was quite interested in this play since it's supposed to be different from the acclaimed classics, but wasn't able to secure time until now. It is an honor for me to be your partner for this experience."

You nodded with a smile then turned your gaze towards the stage as preparations were completed and an actor came out, starting to narrate his lines. The play was titled, 'Zagreus the Tyrant Falls in Love With Me'. You never expected the elegant and isolated Okhema to have plays of such manner. You had seen similar works in other planets you visited— mostly in the form of novels, films and games— but a theater play was new.

The play continued and a symphony of laughter and cheers often erupted in the theatre at the humorous presentation. You also laughed along a few times, finding the jokes actually well-made. It was one of these moments when you heard a light chuckle from your side and glanced to see Aglaea also laughing, albeit very restrained and refined. Her mouth was covered by her right hand every time she laughed, yet it was easy to tell she was liking the play.

For some reason, you couldn't focus on the play anymore once you laid eyes on her relaxed and vibrant expression. You had never seen her this way before. Your image of her so far was that of a strict, meticulous and disciplined leader, a demigod who had pledged herself to protect Amphoreus and was ready to use any means even if it brought harm to herself. You had no idea what she sacrificed for Amphoreus, but you knew nothing else mattered to her as long as Amphoreus was safe.

"Is the play not to your liking anymore?" her sudden question snapped you out of your trance, "Your eyes seem to be everywhere but there."

She turned to look at you now, suddenly meeting your gaze.

"A-Ah no!" you quickly looked away from her, "I'm still watching, it's very good!"

You tried to excuse yourself; after all, how could you just admit you were staring at her. Aglaea didn't probe you further and focused on the play instead, but she couldn't deny the slight curiosity rising in her. During the play, some wine and snacks were served to you both. You helped yourself to the snacks while she indulged in the wine, slowly drinking a glass as the play continued. Her composure became relaxed, her body leaning against the backrest. Yet her form looked elegant and beautiful as ever.

The play was finished after 2 hours. A round of applause resounded in the theater as the actors took the final bow followed by the crowd dispersing away. To your dismay, you barely paid any attention to the second half of the play as it dragged on for longer than your liking. Not to mention, the person beside you was making it hard to focus. You walked out together after a while then stopped a few steps away from the building.

"Thank you for the wonderful company. I quite enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." Aglaea said with a smile.

"I did, thank you for recommending it. I hope we can watch more plays together if you don't mind. Not just plays, in fact. I'd love to accompany you to any matters I can."

She seemingly didn't expect you to say that as her eyes ever sightly widened before softening.

"I will keep it in mind, thank you for your consideration. On that note, I'd like to invite you for dinner at my place as gratitude for accompanying me today."

You became slightly flustered at her invitation, "O-Oh, please don't bother yourself with that. I wanted to come anyways and I had a good time. You must have lot of work to get back to...."

"I cleared up my schedule for the remaining day knowing our engagement. If you have no other appointments then I insist. I have been meaning to invite you over for quite some time and offer my hospitality personally. It is the least I can do for the aid you have given."

Finding no excuse to refuse her, you ended up agreeing and walked with her towards her residence. Your heart was beating faster as you walked, unsure of what really awaited you. Once you reached her residence, you were greeted by a slew of Garmentmakers bowing at the entrance. She must have conveyed your arrival to them and had them prepare a welcome. One of them came behind you and offered to take your coat which you hastily agreed to, trying to follow her etiquettes.

You were in awe as you glanced around her opulent mansion, the structure was similar to other buildings in Okhema but there were quite a few unique decorations which enhanced its appearance. As you were guided to the dining area, your eyes fell upon an open space nearby which contained a table with a fabric and some sewing materials on top, some mannequins scattered around and a few cupboards near the walls, a single window illuminating the space.

"What is that place for?" you pointed to the area, making Aglaea stop in her tracks and turn around to look at you.

"An echo of the past... the place I used to weave countless garments at before bearing my duties as a Chrysos Heir." there was a hint of hesitance in her voice, yet she answered unfazed.

"I... Could I see some of your creations?"

There was a brief silence before she replied, "You are welcome to take a look, but I must apprise you that there are currently no spare garments in my possession."

"It's okay, I'm glad to just visit your workspace." you said with a smile, a hint of excitement gleaming in your eyes.

Aglaea nodded and guided you to her tailoring room now. The room was quite spacious and felt empty due to how few things were kept around. You approached the table and looked at the fabric lying on top, assuming she was working on it currently.

"Do you.... not make any garments at all now?"

"....I do, occasionally. The fabric in front of you is my ongoing work. As you can see, I have barely been able to cut it into shape and I have been working on it for a few weeks now."

"You must be very busy with other things...."

"Indeed. Protecting Amphoreus, as well as gathering the coreflames are my utmost priorities. In my free time, I prefer relaxing in the bath."

You nodded in agreement and looked around the room more. Aglaea sensed your genuine interest in her work and decided to show you something special. She walked towards a nearby cupboard and took out a neatly draped robe.

"This is.... a cherished garment of mine. A robe for the priest of Mnestia."

She walked towards you and allowed you to look at the robe in her hand. Your eyes sparkled more as you closely looked at it, taking in its patterns and beauty.

"It's very beautiful, I can see how detailed your work must be."

It was a farily simple robe, unadorned and plain. She cherished it for the meaning it held, but seeing you appreciate it for just its appearance was surprising and she wondered if you were lying but she didn't sense any deceivement from you.

"Thank you. Hearing your words has given me some sense of motivation to continue on this fabric, perhaps I will weave it soon."

Aglaea smiled and walked away to keep the robe back in its place. You waited for her by looking around the room more when a Garmentmaker approached you with a bow and extended its hand towards you.

"Hm, what is it? Do you want me to do something?" you asked the Garmentmaker and it nodded then you kept your hand on it and were suddenly pulled forward, its other hand draping around your waist and you realized it was assuming a dance position with you.

"W-Wait, I can't dance—!"

It didn't hear any of your pleas and started twirling and swinging around with you, initiating a simple dance. Your steps fumbled and you feared falling many times yet the Garmentmaker held you in place and slowly refined your movements. You didn't know what it was trying to do but you decided to enjoy yourself and became more relaxed, your hand draping over its shoulder and pulling it closer.

"Garmentmaker, what are you doing?" Aglaea asked as she watched the scene unfold, unsure of the intentions of her own creation.

The Garmentmaker paid no heed to her and continued dancing with you. You giggled along the way as it swung you around, your steps becoming more graceful. A strange sense of familiarity and nostalgia evoked in Aglaea watching you both, she remembered the time she used to be so innocently impulsive and could indulge in carefree frivialties. Her eyes were focused on your smiling face and for a brief moment, she almost saw her past self in place.

She dismissed her thoughts soon after and walked towards you both. The Garmentmaker watched its master come closer and with a sneaky movement, spun you out of its arms to make you glide towards Aglaea. You didn't realize when your partner was changed, all you could feel was a different sensation in the arms that were wrapped around you now and the softness of the body pressing to yours. Only then did you realize you were now in Aglaea's embrace.

"L-Lady Aglaea— sorry!" you tried to regain your composure and release from her hold but she didn't seem keen on letting you go.

Instead, she pulled you even closer by the arm that was wrapped around your waist and intricately intertwined her other palm with yours.

With a smile on her face, she leaned closer to you, "Won't you dance with me now?~"

Your face flushed at the situation, the close proximity with her was overwhelming and you were not at all confident in your dancing skills. But before you could reply, Aglaea led you around the room with graceful and refined steps, even better than the Garmentmaker's. You feared stepping on her foot many times but each time she'd naturally correct you and didn't stop the symphony. You slowly became more confident and actively followed her lead, that's when she decided to switch your roles.

She swapped the placement of your arms- her arm that was around your waist now wrapped around your neck while you wrapped yours around her waist. No words were spoken as this exchange happened, your eyes conveying the feelings to each other and bodies moving automatically to assume the positions. The blush on your face remained as you danced, still feeling slightly nervous about doing this with her but tried your best to not disappoint her.

The last revelry approached and with a final twirl and spin, you pulled her to yourself then dipped her. Your interlocked palms released as you reached to grasp her thigh and pull her leg up till your waist while she wrapped both arms around your neck when you dipped her. Silence engulfed the room as you held this position, your heightened breaths being the only audible sound. You gazed into each other's eyes this way, feeling a connection with her.

Your gaze naturally moved down to her soft, rosy lips and you almost leaned in to kiss her but held back and instead stood her up. You attempted to release her thigh but she moved closer and raised it more, essentially wrapping her leg around your hip. You tightened your hold due to this, suddenly pulling her closer and feeling the way her arms also tightened. Your gaze moved to her lips once again and you were desperately holding back from letting your desires take over.

To your utmost surprise, it was Aglaea who made the move. She leaned closer and connected her lips to yours in a soft and gentle manner. The feeling was serene right when her lips touched yours, though you didn't have the mettle to kiss her back right away. The first kiss was short-lived, feeling more like a peck as she moved back rather quickly and left you feeling deprived. You gazed into her hooded eyes and couldn't hold back anymore.

She braced herself when you pulled her closer and connected your lips again. The kiss was rougher and impatient this time, your lips moving in quick and unkempt motions as you yearned to feel her more. Her hand slowly laced through your hair and grasped your strands then tilted your head to kiss deeper. Your tongues reached out at the same time, eagerly rolling together in a passionate manner, akin to a dance.

As the kiss continued, you suddenly felt her move against your body in a teasing manner. You almost let out a groan since she rubbed against your crotch, though you weren't sure if she did that intentionally or not. Your lips parted for a brief moment after a while, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you took in deep breaths. Yet the respite was short-lived as she slammed her lips on yours again and kissed passionately.

She once again rubbed her body on yours in a similar manner and you really felt she was doing it intentionally as if conveying something to you. That's when you decided to act and give her what she seemingly wanted. You swiftly picked her up and spun around to place her against the table behind you, making her body lean on the edge while your lips remained connected. She moaned softly from your sudden movement, yet made no attempt to stop or pull away.

"Mmh.... Y-Y/n....~" she breathed against your lips, her sweet voice sending shivers down your body and causing a throb in your crotch.

You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, panting heavily while gazing at her.

"I.... I don't know what to say, Lady Aglaea...."

You averted your gaze shyly. Aglaea smiled at your reaction then cupped your face and turned it towards herself.

"You need not say anything, for I know what's going on in your mind. Back at the theater, you were looking at me and thinking of me most of the time.... isn't that right?~"

You pursed your lips and nodded, "Of course, you'd know. There was no point in hiding it....."

She softly chuckled and continued stroking your cheek. You shifted your legs slightly which made your semi-erect shaft rub between her thighs, eliciting a muffled moan from her. Her sound and expressions were downright erotic even when reserved, you wanted to see and hear so much more of her. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and attached your lips to her neck and planted open-mouthed kisses over her skin.

She tilted her head back to give you better access, also showing she wasn't against you doing this. You kissed down till the exposed valley of her breasts then suddenly dropped to your knees, catching her off-guard. You felt up her silky smooth legs and raised her dress simultaneously until her clothed core was in sight, a wet patch beginning to form on her golden panties. You licked your lips at the sight, peppering kisses on her inner thighs now.

"Wait, Y/n...." she spoke breathily while looking down at you, her palm caressing your head.

You immediately stood up and gave her space, fearing you misunderstood the situation.

"S-Sorry, did you not want to? I assumed you were...."

She sensed your apologetic tone and wrapped golden threads around your body to pull you closer.

"As I mentioned, I was aware of your thoughts at the theater. In fact, I have been aware of your feelings for me since the beginning. Do you suppose I would have invited you for a simple dinner on such short notice otherwise?~"

Your eyes widened at her words, a blush forming on your face.

"Let's just say I didn't anticipate to move to this stage so quickly. I was going to genuinely show my hospitality then offer some special services~"

You looked away in embarrassment, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back just now...."

Aglaea chuckled and traced her slender finger down your body before stopping at your abdomen to palm your crotch, "I can't really blame you, can I? After all, the Garmentmaker certainly took liberties of its own."

You let out a muffled groan feeling her palm your erection, "T-That was.... you didn't tell it to do that?"

Aglaea shook her head sideways to convey her refusal then continued, "Nevertheless, I see no point in stopping now. I simply wanted us to be clear on certain things before moving on to the next step of this relationship."

You blushed more then nodded with a smile, "I appreciate that, thank you...."

You shared a gentle kiss then were down on your knees again immediately. Your hands caressed her thighs and pulled apart her dress to look at her core, more wetness formed on the golden cloth. You then grasped her panties and looked up at her for a moment, asking for permission, which she gave with a nod. A string of slick stuck to the fabric as it was pulled down, your eyes hooding at the sight of her bare cunt. You wasted no time and attached your lips to her clit, planting a supple kiss on it.

Aglaea let out a pleasant hum feeling your tongue lap up her folds, going up and down in simple strokes and caressing her clit simultaneously. You shifted closer and buried your face further into her, using your thumbs to spread her folds and finally insert your tongue inside. Her body arched with a low moan once, one hand shuffling to grip your head while the other clenched the table's edge. She gazed into empty space, instead using the threads to feel your touch.

Your nose touched her clit when you pushed deeper, prodding at her most sensitive spots with your tongue. It flicked inside to caress her walls, your lips wrapping around to suck at the same time. She gasped softly as you went deeper and scissored your tongue, her hips bucking into your mouth. Your hands grasped her hips and pulled her closer, she automatically spread her legs more and rested her right leg on your shoulder to give you more space.

Your eyes gazed up at her as you ate her out, sounds of sucking and slurping resounding in her ears. You pushed even deeper and somehow made her jolt up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs opening wide to accompany you. She moaned unexpectedly at your action, both of her legs hanging on your shoulders now as you diligently sucked on her bundle of nerves.

Aglaea subconsciously grinded her hips on your mouth, trying to feel you more and gain more friction against certain spots. Recognizing her efforts, you switched up your technique and pleasured other spots where she seemed to like it. She remained propped up by one arm while the other interlaced in your hair and pushed your head deeper, her legs locking around your neck as she approached her orgasm.

"Aaah.... Y/n.... i-it's nearing..... could you— mmh!~"

Her plea was seemingly cut off with a breathy moan as you moved faster now. You buried your tongue to the hilt, simultaneously rubbing her clit with your thumb now. She arched up from the combined stimulation, her nails lightly digging in your scalp as she gripped your strands tighter. You raised her body and plunged your tongue at a certain angle, the knot in her stomach snapping as you touched her most sensitive spot.

She came hard on your mouth, almost squirting her release as if she hadn't been pleasured in a long time. Her voice was mostly muffled as she came, merely taking in long breaths while she stabilized herself. You drank up every bit of her sweet, divine release, lapping away at her folds like a starved puppy. She released her grip in your head and gently caressed it as you licked her clean, gazing at you with a smile.

"I did not foresee you to be so skilled at this. My apologies if it was unsightly of me to—"

"Not at all, Lady Aglaea." you interjected, "You were beautiful. I.... I just hope you liked it...."

She remained silent for a while as if she was trying to read your thoughts then smiled, "It was a delightful experience, you have my gratitude."

You blushed from her compliment and shyly nodded, unsure of how to respond. She noted your flustered expression and found you adorable, feeling more joyous at agreeing to do this with you. She didn't need her eyes nor the golden threads to tell your throbbing erection strained in your pants, desperate for attention now. Without saying or doing anything, she stepped down from the table and turned around making you face her back now and bent against it.

You blushed more at the unexpected position, gazing at her exquisite body that was waiting for you to take her. Her back arched perfectly off the table, plentiful hips rubbing over your bulge and her lightly exposed shoulders as the straps of her dress had slipped down. Everything was picture perfect and you couldn't believe the sight was real. Aglaea sensed your strong gaze on her and looked over her shoulder, slowly swinging her hips on your bulge.

"Time is of the essence, dear guest. As the one responsible for your wellbeing, I don't want you to be constrained any longer~"

Your cock twitched at her words and you hastily undid your pants to pull it out. Her ears perked up at the sound of unzipping, her hands subconsciously clenching the table to prepare herself when she felt you drag up her dress to expose her folds. The sight of her dripping folds aroused you to no end and you wasted no more time to grasp your length and brush it across them. She shivered, hips bucking back to meet yours as if to beg for more.

"Mmh.... you don't need to wait.... I'm ready~"

You didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, feeling her warmth surround you. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unrestrained need that was more intoxicating than Phagousa's honey.

You moved slowly at first, a deliberate, inch-by-inch penetration as you felt her tightness, the warm embrace that welcomed you. Her breath hitched, letting out a sharp gasp as you began to fill her.

"Ngh.... y-you feel so good.... aaah....~" you groaned, slowly pumping your hips.

"Mmh.... so do you.... o-oh.... t-there....~" she breathily replied, her hands clenching the edge of the table with each thrust you did.

You felt her internal muscles tighten around you, a wave of exquisite pressure that sent a shiver down your spine. You eased back slightly, then pushed deeper, searching for that pocket of intense sensation she was guiding you towards. Her body arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, higher pitched this time, laced with a vulnerability that made your chest ache even amidst the surging pleasure. You grasped her hips tighter, preparing to increase your pace.

"I'm going to move faster.... i-is that okay?"

"Y-Yes.... nnh.... don't hold back~"

Her words excited you to no end, but you had to remain in control and not lose yourself. You dragged out your cock once until only the tip remained inside, a sigh coming from her at the loss of your fullness. The loss was short-lived as you swiftly surged forward, burying yourself to the hilt, then pumping at an animalistic pace. She whimpered, her body rocking against the table from your frantic thrusts.

"Oh... oh Mnestia... yes...!~" she panted, her voice thick with pleasure.

Each thrust felt like a revelation, a deeper understanding of her body, her pleasure. You found a rhythm that seemed designed specifically for her, for the way she arched her back, the way her breath hitched and the way her hips tilted to meet you. The soft rubs of her plentiful curves against your hips were a delight. You could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that seemed to seep into your very bones.

You watched as her back arched further, a beautiful, strong curve that spoke of grace and power, even in this state of abandon. She was like a statue come to life, sculpted by the gods themselves, now yielding to your touch. The contrast between her usual regal composure and the raw, uninhibited pleasure she was experiencing was breathtaking.

You leaned forward, burying your face in the curve of her shoulder and neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, a mix of her unique fragrance and the musky aroma of arousal. Your hands wrapped around her waist, gripping her firmly, your hips continuing the onslaught on her behind.

"Tell me what you want...." you whispered against her skin, the demand a soft rumble that resonated through her body.

Your hushed voice accompanied with grunts made her shiver surprisingly, finding herself at a loss of words for a moment due to the sheer pleasure she was experiencing.

"Mmh.... f-faster.... keep going.... aaahn.... t-this is good....~"

You obliged, increasing the tempo, the thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. The sounds filling the room were primal – your groans, her gasps, the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The delicate balance of her elegance was momentarily forgotten as pure instinct took over, her body responding with unadulterated pleasure. You focused on her, on the waves of pleasure you were coaxing from her, deriving immense satisfaction from her obvious surrender to sensation.

That's when you decided to change things. You wanted to see her, see the look on her face as she drowns in pleasure, gaze into her fathomless eyes as your bodies melted into one.

"I'm going to turn you over—!" you declared, barely giving her enough time to register the action as you immediately held up her left leg, stopping to move for a moment, and flipped her to lay on her back.

She whined— whined— from the sudden change, yet her hands were quick to reach up and hold you, arms wrapping around your neck to pull you close. You shoved your hips and hilted deep again, then started to move at the same pace as before. The moment you resumed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. Her golden eyes hooded, fixed on you, pulling you in. The whine turned into a low moan as you continued, a sound of pure, rich pleasure vibrating in her chest and against your own.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at her throat, tasting the salt and the heady scent of her arousal. She arched into the contact, her legs wrapping tighter around your waist, urging you deeper, faster. The rhythm quickened again, a frantic, beautiful dance between your bodies, fueled by a desperate need that transcended mere physical release. The table rocked again, your strength becoming visible as you gave up your restraints. Your hands moved her dress down to expose her ample breasts, immediately cupping them.

Aglaea gasped when she felt your lips on her hardened nipple, her arms automatically wrapping around your head to keep you in. Your tongue swirled on the bud, tasting it, then putting your lips on it to suck. She arched into you again as you sucked her nipple, pinching and twirling the other one before switching to suck it as well. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face closer. Her breath hitched, ragged bursts that fueled the fire building within you.

You leaned back up and put her legs on your shoulders before grasping her waist, beginning a new onrush of desperate thrusts. Her breasts jiggled every time, ragged moans resounding in your ear. Her face that rarely harbored emotions showed intense signs of pleasure- eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a flush spreading across her high cheekbones. You pushed deeper, harder, chasing the crest of the wave alongside her.

"I-I'm close.... hah... should I pull o—?!"

Before you could even complete your question, she waved her hand and golden threads wrapped around your torso and hips, tugging you closer and keeping you in place. You groaned in surprise, feeling your cock be pushed to the deepest depths possible. The tightness coiled around you, warm walls clenching you as if to milk you dry. Her answer was already clear, it seems she had decided this from the get-go.

You dropped her legs down and she wrapped them around your waist now, spreading her arms open for you. You leaned forward and embraced her, the warmth welcoming you, your hips rutting with her. She cupped your face and connected your lips, initiaing an intense and desperate kiss, one that was highly unlike her yet extremely endearing to you.

"S-So am I.... aaah....! Oh, for the love of Mnestia!~" she cried out, pushing your head in the crook of her neck, your face getting squished in her ample breasts.

The floodgates burst, a white-hot torrent surging through you. Your body convulsed, a guttural roar tearing from your lungs as you poured yourself into her, held captive and ecstatic by the golden threads, by her will, by her power. She moaned your name, a sharp, beautiful sound, her body arching into yours as her own release took her. It was a symphony of shared surrender, of two powerful beings collapsing into each other, stripped bare of everything but base need and profound connection.

"Ngh.... A-Aglaea—!~" you moaned her name in return as your release burst forth, the first time you uttered it without a title, and she found herself liking the sound of that.

The tension held by the golden threads lingered for another moment, a final, fading pulse, before they dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only the ghost of warmth and the heavy reality of your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, trembling with the aftershocks of your shared climax. Your head rested on her chest, panting, listening to the frantic beating of her heart. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else, something faintly floral and divine that you now associated only with her.

You then slowly pulled out of her, a squelching sound coming as it dragged out of her drenched folds with a pop. Her form looked elegant as ever, even with your release leaking out of her and her body covered in sweat and heaving. She stood up soon after and embraced you again, her hand gently caressing the back of your head. You couldn't deny you were a little surprised at this, but didn't resist and returned her embrace.

"You have my heartfelt gratitude for this. I.... I had forgotten how it felt, thank you for reminding me and giving me a new, unforgettable memory."

Your eyes widened at her confession, then you gave her a shy smile.

"It's okay, I didn't do much.... I'm just glad you liked it."

Your words tugged her heartstrings, dormant feelings she didn't know she still had. Her fingers grasped your chin and pulled it up to make you look into her eyes, a sultry, seductive smile forming on her face.

"I'm open to sharing more moments like this while you are here~"

You blushed profusely, realizing what she meant.

"M-Me too.... anytime you want...."

She smiled then leaned in for a gentle kiss, sealing the deal.

You washed yourselves then eventually made way to the dining area, as she had initially planned. A feast was long prepared by the Garmentmakers who patiently waited for you both. You had forgotten their existence in that room.... you were just glad they had no face and couldn't speak. You enjoyed a hearty meal together, not speaking much of your recent intimacy, instead engaging in a casual conversation on other topics.

Once finished with the meal, you thanked her for the time spent and were ready to head back now. Although, deep inside you wished to stay a bit longer and just spend time with her, even if doing nothing. You were about to be escorted out when Aglaea sent away the Garmentmakers and approached you, suddenly feeling a bit nervous thinking of what she had in mind.

With a simple flick of her fingers, golden threads were bound around your wrists, tying them together. You stared at her wide-eyed, confused and shocked. She smirked then turned around and started walking further into the house, the threads pulling you and making you follow her. You entered a lavish bedroom, bathed in gold and silk, easily able to decipher it was her private chamber.

Before you knew it, you were shoved on the bed and pulled near the headboard by the threads, your arms held up by them. You couldn't even protest or question her, knowing well where this was headed and you couldn't deny you wanted it. You sat still and waited, watching as she slipped out of her gown, revealing her exquisite body for your eyes to feast on.

Your shaft hardened at once, feeling extremely aroused by everything now, especially her. She climbed up on the bed and crawled towards you, glancing at your erect shaft once and chuckling while her fingers traced your jaw. She straddled your lap then, hips laying snug against your erect length, arms wrapping around your neck as she came closer to whisper in your ear.

"There's more of my hospitality that I'd like to show, esteemed guest. Would you be willing to bear with me and continue this union?~"

Her angelic voice came hushed, instantly sending shivers down your spine and making your length throb. Your clothes were discarded quickly afterwards as her warmth wrapped you again, hips meeting yours with fervour and continuing the revelry from before.

~*~

It was sometime early into the day when Aglaea woke up, body intertwined with yours, marks of your passionate union adorning both of your skins. She gazed at your form sleeping peacefully beside her, feeling some kind of longing surge in her.

"Garmentmaker, bring me my measuring tools."

The puppet obliged immediately, fetching her sewing tape and a notepad. It then aided her master as she carefully took measurements of your body, ensuring not to disturb your slumber. She recalled the way she held your body the previous day, remembering some of the measurements by just touch as she didn't want to wake you up. Soon, she noted down all necessary measurements and sent the Garmentmaker away, laying back down beside you.

Her hand caressed your face as she leaned to kiss your forehead, smiling, pondering over the next garment she was going to design for a person she cherished after so long, a person she held deeply in her inhumane heart. The unfinished fabric would finally be weaved by the Dressmaster of Okhema, and it would be a garment worth no price, as the only price was her love- which she reserved for you.

[umikawa]

a/n: something small while I work on requests and whatnot ٩( 'ω' )و

stanley snyder x gn!reader | 608 wc | no major warnings; couple of sex jokes but not too bad. mutual feelings but unspoken ☝️

“This is too intimate for me.”

Stanley rolls his eyes at you through the mirror, clipping the towel around his neck in place. “I’m asking you to shave my head, not touch my dick.”

“Same thing!” Stanley groans into his palm, dragging his hand across his face while he stares at you with a dead expression.

He wonders why you’re even freaking out about it. He asked Xeno first but retracted the minute the man started cackling and verbally plotting his scheme to shave him bald.

Even if he were joking, Stanley would not take that risk.

So he’s here, with you, the person he trusts most – after Xeno. But as he watches your hands shake slightly while clipping on the guard, he wonders if he should just go to the barber instead.

“Hey.” Your eyes flit to his in the mirror, movements freezing as his eyes soften. “It’ll be alright.”

Your lips part at his reassurance, the tips of your ears warming at the unexpected gentleness of his tone and the soft smile he gives you.

You don’t say a word; just nod and hold the clippers to his head.

Three seconds pass, and Stanley takes the time to look over himself in the mirror. He nods, and the clippers buzz to life.

Stanley watches the chunk of hair fall onto his shoulder before it hits the floor. His hair hadn’t been this short since birth, and even then, he still had a decent amount of it.

He watches you through the mirror; your movements and expressions are enough to distract him from the bit of himself that he’s losing right now. Your hands don’t shake anymore. Instead, you’ve garnered some sense of confidence as you fold his ear away slightly, giving you more access to his sides.

Your hands rest on each side of his head, tilting it slightly from side to side. “Even with a buzz, you still look handsome.” He laughs at your solemn face, as if it was a problem he still looked good.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

You shrug, “You know, back in the day, before soldiers left for war, they had a certain way of being sent off.”

Stanley scrunched his nose, looking at you with mock disgust. “What are you implying?”

“Nothing, freak.” You quip, laughing when he rolls his eyes. “Just giving you a history lesson.”

“Right,” he says, unclipping the towel around his neck. “Cause soldiers getting their dick wet before deployment is history.” Another shrug comes from you; Stanley just shakes his head in disbelief.

Silence fills the room as you sweep up the remains of his hair, eyes flicking from the floor to him checking his appearance in the mirror repeatedly.

He catches your eyes several times, but neither of you says a word– he knows, and so do you. His hands ran over his head a few more times, his brow twitching slightly in annoyance– he really did not like this.

“You look fine, Stan.” You assure, grabbing his hand gently to tear it away from his head. “Dare I say you’re even more charming than before? It’s irritating, actually.”

He laughs, dropping his hand and yours to his side. “It’s just awkward.” You only offer a hum. Stanley figured you didn’t know what to say. “Will you miss me?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, though judging by the smile on his face, he meant it as a lighthearted joke. “Hardly. All you did was bring me trouble.”

“You love me.”

“Sure,” you shrug, giving him a smile– that definitely doesn’t catch him off guard. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

a/n: try not to mention xeno in a stanley fic challenge FAILED. also can you tell i like calling stan a freak (affectionate)

[rat-2909]

SUMMARY: University AU where Caleb is one of MC's professors, 1.7K words

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI, rough classroom sex, fluff and smut, aftercare

A/N: This fic is pretty smutty but Caleb and MC also high-key fall in love with one another

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Professor! Caleb who can’t help but notice you in his lectures. The way your eyebrows scrunch up when you’re having trouble understanding a concept. When you’re raising your hand and asking him questions he’s struggling to really process anything because he can’t stop staring at you, with your wide-eyed expression and soft parted lips and the torrent of dirty thoughts that fill his mind.

Before he knows it, the front of his pants are all too tight. It’s your fault that he has to rush to his private office afterwards, hips bucking furiously as he furiously fucks into his closed fist, soft moans falling from his parted lips. Chanting your name as he cums so hard he sees stars, his head thrown back in pleasure. His cock is still throbbing afterwards, a shade of angry pink from all the stimulation. His face is red and he’s still breathless from his high. Why is he so attracted to you? He has never felt this way about a student , of all things…

Professor! Caleb who is popular with the students. They wave him goodbye as they leave the class. A group of girls crowd around him, gushing and giggling nervously. Professor Caleb smiles good naturedly but is quick to dismiss them as you walk up to him. He notices you immediately and the way your lips are trembling. His expression immediately shifts to one of genuine concern.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” he asks gently, leaning down to look at you. You’re clutching your stack of papers in your arms, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment and guilt.

“I… about the graded project…” you fumble to find the right words. “I’m… I’m so, so sorry, sir, I know it’s due next week and all, but I’ve been so busy and I… things keep on coming up and I lost track of time. I swear, I’ve been trying to get started…but I don’t understand the concepts, I really don’t.” tears are threatening to well up in your eyes and you blink them away. 

Professor Caleb just stares at you. He swallows thickly. He’s trying to not think about how he can just bend you over the desk and fuck you right now as he forces himself to focus back on the current situation. Instead, he opts to say in a polite tone, “Which part of the concept do you not understand?”

You open your file, fishing out the lecture papers and flipping to the page with the confusing topic. Professor Caleb peers over your shoulder. Fuck, you smell so good. If given the choice though, he’d fuck you until you’re branded with his own scent.

Professor! Caleb who spends the next few hours in the empty classroom with you, forcing himself to be professional with his teachings. He keeps a respectful distance, though his gaze lingers a little too long sometimes—on the curve of your shoulder, the way your brow furrows in concentration, the soft sound of your sigh when the frustration starts to build again. Still, he says nothing. Just adjusts his glasses, leans over your desk, and quietly explains the concept again. And again. And again.

He’s patient, methodical, but unrelenting. He doesn’t let you skip ahead or brush things off.

By the time the session ends, your brain feels fried and your hand aches from writing. The sun has dipped lower, casting warm gold light across the floor. You’re slumped over the teacher’s desk, cheek pressed to your arm, eyes half-lidded.

Professor Caleb stands nearby, nervously fixing his tie, watching you with an unreadable expression. After a beat, he clears his throat and gently places a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and steady.

You turn your head and smile up at him, tired but soft. In the golden light, he looks unreal—hair glowing like firelight, violet eyes catching flecks of amber, mouth slightly parted like he might say something. But he doesn’t. 

But it lingers in the air between you like the sunbeams painting the room.

“Thank you so much, Sir, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say softly. Caleb stills for a beat, almost imperceptibly.

“Anytime,” he replies, adjusting his tie again and pushing his glasses higher up on his nose bridge. “Please don’t be too hard on yourself. The other professors speak highly of you.”

You laugh, and he smiles faintly before excusing himself to grab coffee.

When he returns, the classroom is dark with the faint moonlight. You’ve fallen asleep at his desk, cheek resting against your folded arms, breathing steady. Caleb stands there, coffee forgotten, eyes fixed on you. His brows pinch together. You look so peaceful, so unaware of the war brewing inside him.

The next morning── .✦

You wake slowly, bleary-eyed and disoriented. The soft creak of the old desk beneath you follows as you sit up, groaning as your back protests in pain. Your limbs ache from sleeping hunched over, and you stretch sluggishly.

Something slides off your shoulders—a heavy warmth you hadn’t noticed until it was gone. You blink down at the sleek black suit jacket now pooled around your waist. Caleb’s suit jacket.

Your brows lift in surprise. Did he…?

You hold it up, brushing your fingers over the fine dark material. It’s warm, faintly wrinkled, and still carries the subtle, clean scent of him—something woodsy and refined. It clings to your clothes, your skin. Your face heats up before you can stop it. Gentlemanly. Of course he is. But you still can’t stop the flutter in your chest as you fold the jacket neatly, holding it close for just a second longer than necessary.

Professor! Caleb, despite his usual composure, finds himself growing a quiet soft spot for you. He watches you during lectures—making sure you're following along, subtly adjusting his pace if your brows knit in confusion. Sometimes you stay back, happily chattering about some event you were at and how much you enjoyed the art fair that you had gone to that week. Caleb listens and makes the occasional snarky comment that has you giggling and blushing.

Professor! Caleb who cannot believe that he’s currently making out with you in yet another empty classroom, after weeks and weeks of holding himself back. He’s famished and he ravishes you now. You’re whining into his ear, tugging at his tie.

He looks at you with desperation, and something…raw and primal. His hand finds the side of your face as he reattaches his lips with yours, and his other grip the plush of your ass, dragging you closer to him on his lap.

Professor! Caleb who’s rough and relentless when he is no longer restraining himself. “This what you wanted?” he whispers hoarsely as his fingers skim dangerously close to your aching cunt. You shiver. He’s standing up now, pulling you up and bending you over the desk, pressing your body down hard into the desk, your tits squishing up against the surface. 

“Let’s be honest… boys your age don’t know what to do with a woman like you. You need someone who knows how to touch, how to listen — how to make you fall apart and put you back together again. An older man. Someone who won’t waste a second guessing what you need.”

You moan uncontrollably. 

Professor! Caleb who takes his time with you. He wants you to fall apart for him before he takes you. He’ll make you cockdrunk and beg for his cock.

“P-professor!” you squeal as he drives his slender fingers relentlessly into your pussy. It’s almost vulgar how wet and obscene the squelching noises coming out from your pussy are. Your eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside of you. 

“Aw, look at you. How pathetic.” he drawls. His chest is pressed up against your back. Caleb leans forward, capturing your lips in a sloppy make-out.

“P-please,” you sob, your fingers leaving marks on the wooden surface that is below you from how hard you are gripping it. “Need…”

“Need what? Baby, use your words.” he nips affectionately at the sensitive skin of your neck. You whine again, pressing your bare ass up into his clothed crotch. His breath hitches but he remains firm, pushing you back down on the desk.

“Bad girl.” A hand comes down, hard, on your ass. It stings and you moan brokenly.

“Ungh…fine! Please, I want you inside of me.”

You can feel him smirking into your neck. There’s the soft clinking of belt and zipper before you feel his thick hard length pressing up against your entrance. Caleb groans, low and strained. Flipping you over onto your back, he rubs you using your own slick, with his big cock. Your eyes widen as you stare down at it. Caleb grins, tapping your puffy clit with his cock. Pleasure shoots up your spine. That is the tipping point.

Professor! Caleb who makes you cum without even entering you. You claw at his back, crying and sobbing as he works you through the orgasm. “Cum for me, baby, I know you can. You like it when I hump you like this? You like it when my cock rubs up against your sensitive little clit?” 

He kisses you gently on the tip of your nose. “You’re doing so well for me, pips.”

Professor! Caleb who makes you go dumb on his cock. He’s thrusting into you, gripping onto your waist to keep you in place. You’re incredibly overstimulated and sensitive, having already cummed multiple times on his dick. He doesn’t seem like he’s stopping anytime soon, though. 

Aftercare ── .✦

Professor! Caleb who’s a gentleman and insists that he takes care of you at his place afterwards. You two take a bath together and he helps to clean you, massaging sweet smelling shampoo into your hair and checking for bruises. He wraps you up in a thick soft blanket when he’s done, kissing your forehead softly. He cooks up a storm, and you find out how good soup can taste. You two chatter away over dinner, talking and laughing until you have tears in your eyes. 

You insist on showing Caleb one of your favorite movies as you drag him over to his couch. However, it doesn’t take long before fatigue takes over you. You fall asleep, your head resting on his chest, your body curled awkwardly against him. He winces slightly at the discomfort of the position, but he doesn’t dare move, terrified of waking you up. 

For now, he’s content just holding you, feeling your steady breaths against him.

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A/N: Thinking about doing a Professor! xavier fix next, what do yalls think ^^

[reesereadsalot]

𝐹𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒶

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Pairings: Finnick x pregnant!reader Johanna x reader (platonic)

Warnings: refer to series masterlist

Desc: Your 7 months pregnant with Finnicks baby. When your the happiest you were in your life, your whole world comes crashing down. You were reaped for the 3rd Quarter Quell.

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a/n: I actually had to rewrite most of this because I thought the JabberJays was before the spinning cornucopia. *cries* Also I released a blurb called “Fish out of Water” which is in the same universe as “Facing the Arena” and is placed after readers games.

“Get up. Get up, we have to move now.” Katniss says while grabbing our stuff quickly.

Katniss quickly explains that the arena is a clock. The clock has twelve sections. Each is a horror that will either kill you or mess you up completely. You can see the confusion on Finnick and Johanna’s face. Maybe they didn’t catch all of that. Funny. You chuckle to youself.

“What?” Finnick asks slightly amused but mostly confused as to why you’re laughing to yourself.

“Nothing. Just a joke I made up in my head.” You say gesturing to your head with a smile on your face. You felt like your in on a joke but it’s weird because only you know the joke. You feel like your going crazy.

You try to reach down to grab your spear, when you realize you can’t you groan loud enough for Finnick to hear. He is behind you in seconds.

“What’s wrong?” He asks his deep green eyes search your face and body to see if you’re injured. He places his hand on the small of your back and the other on your belly.

“I can’t grab my spear.” You half groan half whine while trying to grab your spear again.

“Don’t exert yourself. You don’t want to hurt the baby, I’ll grab it.” He says patting your stomach with a smirk. He swiftly grabs your spear and hands it to you. You and Finnick notice Katniss lingering by you. “Same goes for you, Karniss.” Finnick says smirking and gesturing to Katniss’ stomach. You snort and Katniss rolls her eyes. Finnick just winks at you.

“I want to get a better look at the arena. We should go to the Cornucopia.” Katniss says.

“What about the careers?” Asks Finnick

“It’s fine. We out number them anyway, Finn.” You say “That’s a good idea, Katniss.”.

“And how do you know?” Finnick says in a teasing tone.

“Because I know everything.” You retort playfully.

“Are you sure?” Finnick asks raising an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to ask that question to the mother of your child?” You put a hand on your belly and the other slaps him playfully in the bicep.

“Touche. Touche.” Finnick mumbles and you grin.

Peeta grabs Beetee’s blood soaked wire. It’s as thin as a hair so it must be really long since it’s a big bundle of coil. Wiress starts singing a song about a mouse a clock. It’s annoying but you don’t say anything. She’s still in shock. You have to step between Johanna and Katniss. They are getting on each other’s nerves. That’s annoying too.

You feel like you’re going to snap from frustration and annoyance. Your joints are aching and you start to notice how your ankles are swelling. You feel embarrassed. Yes, joints hurting and ankles swelling are normal pregnancy events but you feel weak. You could do more to help the group bust instead you’re pulling the group down.

“Stay by me.” Finnick says when you get to the cornucopia. You grab his hand and walk with him. Wiress is now giddy that we figured out the clock.

“I need to sit down.” You say. You’re clearly out of breath. You go to sit down by Wiress as she washes the wire that Katniss handed to her.

Finnick looks at you warily before talking with the others. Peeta makes a map of the arena on a leaf. We don’t know all the sectors but we know some. Like the blood rain and fog. You get up to inspect the weapons. You’re tired of carrying around a belt of knives.

You start to get goosebumps. Wiress has stopped singing. Before you realize, you’re swinging around and pulling a knife out of your belt. You see Gloss slitting Wiress’ neck. You throw your knife and it lands directly into his skull with a crack. Huh. Guess the knife belt was handy. You thought trying to distract yourself from the fact you just took another life.

Finnick is at your side at once. The careers are attacking. Cashmere filled with rage over her dead brother charges at you but Finnick throws his trident, hitting her directly into the heart.

You feel the ground shift below you. The Cornucopia starts to spin violently. You don’t get a chance to hold on to the Cornucopia before you’re flung into the water. The current tries to drown you but being from District 4 you’re strong enough to fight it. Katniss flies off the Cornucopia flying directly into you. She hits you and you feel the pain in your head immediately. You help eachother stay above water.

Then, the Cornucopia comes to an immediate stop. Everyone lands on the ground with a groan. Brutus and Enobaria have already run away. You and Katniss emerge out of the water and climb back onto the Cornucopia. Well, she climbs back on but you struggle. Finnick runs to you, pulling you up. He inspects you.

“Are you okay?” He says frantically. He touches a spot on your forehead and you wince. You touch it a notice blood.

“I’m fine. Just a little scratch.” You say with a sad smile.

The group gets back to the beach. You and Finnick are making a big net while playing eye tag. It’s a fun game you both play in a crowded room to make each other laugh. You’re on a streak though. You haven’t laughed before him in ages and he is obviously frustrated. You’re about to break and laugh when you hear a girl scream. It’s unrecognizable.

“Prim! Prim!” Katniss yells running into the jungle. Peeta didn’t register where Katniss had gone before she was halfway to the jungle. He couldn’t stop her.

“Katniss!” Finnick screams before following in after her.

You tried to stop him but he was too fast. You hear another scream of a man this time. You’re unfamiliar with it. Then you hear it. Your scream. You, Johanna and Peeta rush into the jungle. You—obviously—are behind because you can’t run fast.

Peeta runs into an invisible wall. A force field. Not as strong as the one that literally killed Peeta but strong enough to hold back tributes. You can’t hear the screams anymore. You try to spot Finnick or Katniss but you can’t. You start to get worried. You’re breathing heavily when Peeta notices.

“Here sit down.” Peeta says helping you sit down.

You can’t speak. It feels like your throat is closing in on itself. You continue to hyperventilate getting more and more anxious. Peeta and Johanna are both trying to soothe you but nothing works. You try to find Finnick but you can’t. He could be dead. You thought. No, you would have heard a cannon. You start to fight with yourself in your mind. You feel yourself retreating into the other world. The world where you, Finnick and your baby live peacefully.

Then you spot Katniss. A second later, Finnick follows her. He’s running from something. You look up to see blue and black birds swarming them. JabberJays. That’s what was making the screaming noises. It’s not real but it’s still torturing them. You heart feels as if it will break into tiny fragments. They’re torturing Finnick. You look at his face thats filled with sorrow and confusion. You realize how this must look. We are standing here, not doing anything to help them. Katniss must think this because she looks quite angry.

Peeta tries to yell at her, telling her not to run into the invisible barrier but she can’t hear him. Just like how you can’t hear them. Katniss runs into the force field hitting her shoulder. She looks as if she’s crying out in pain and sorrow. Finnick sees you. You’re no longer hyperventilating but instead you have a hand on the barrier. He outs his hand in the same place before curling up into a ball—shrinking himself—then covering his ears.

The hour feels like days. Days until you can hug Finnick. Days until you can talk to him. Peeta is still trying to reassure Katniss who can’t hear him. He knows that but he doesn’t care. Katniss shot a few birds before following what Finnick did.

When the hour is over, the barrier comes down. You rush to Finnick. He is stuck in a fetal position and visibly shaking. You pull him up cupping his face in your hands.

“Hey. Hey. You’re okay. It was just JabberJays. It was fake.” You say lifting one hand to brush a blonde wave out of his sweaty face. He leans into your touch.

“I-I heard you.” He said, tears forming on his already puffy face.

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” You say placing one of his hands on your belly.

He rubs your belly as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Just as he did for you when you used to wake up screaming from a nightmare. Eventually, he walks with you down to the beach. It’s now your turn to take care of him. You weave 12 bowls so each person had two bowls. You filled the multiple bowls with water for everyone. You delivered water to Katniss and Peeta first, then Finnick, then Beetee. Lastly, you filled your own bowls of water.

The waves crash over each other. The sound relaxing you and Finnick. His head is in your lap as one hand plays with his hair and the other helps bring fish to your mouth. Finnick’s amazing net caught it as always but that didn’t cheer him up. He hasn’t spoken much or ate since the JabberJays. You’re worried about him.

“Hey remember that time when I forgot to clean the fish fully and ate a bone.” You say trying to make conversation. That actually did happen and you broke a tooth. He laughed at you like always.

“Yes.” He said plainly.

“My tooth is still rigid.” You say feeling around for the broken molar with your tongue.

“What made you bring that up.” He asks you can tell he’s playing the memory in his head again. He turns his head to look up at you, sea green eyes staring at you.

“I’m eating fish.” You say matter of factly sticking the fish in his face.

“Okay, no need to shove things in my face.” He says laughing and swatting your hand away.

“Hey don’t attack the woman carrying your child.” You say crossing your arms.

“I am so, so sorry.” He says sarcastically. You smile and continue to play with his beautiful blonde waves. He turns back to face the ocean.

You guys go into a peaceful silence after that. You realize that these might be your last moments with him. You are both going to die here. I’m not letting him leave me and our child alone. You thought while a tear rolled down your cheek.

Part 5

[chimkin-samich]

its kinda a stupid question, but i rlly wanted to know how tf you guys come up w such good dialogue for the comics u do :o i guess a better way to word it is whats the whole process like when making the comics? do you just go with the flow when writing & drawing or do u guys write the dialogue out before?

another question is how r u two doing? ive noticed its been quite a bit since the last art post…NO PRESSURE OFC just wondering:3

RAAAA HI HI WERE STILL ALIVE 😭

Ok question first then explain what’s been goin on for us Irl Skdkf

Our comic process is a bit… messy let’s call it lol. Typically how it goes is we get an idea on what to do wether it be angst fluff or anything, the idea can come from a meme, something that happened to us, reading something or even just a random lightbulb moment, from there we bounce it off each other to see how it could possible go and if the other has perhaps other ideas on how to build on it

After we have a solid idea on it we basically live roleplay, we set the scene and one of us starts it. The roleplay isn’t exactly what we’re going for (mainly cuz it ends up a lil goofy or really really bad) but it gives feral the base she needs on how to direct the comic, sometimes I’ll even make a write out a quick and short snippet to help her build the scene as well. Both RP and the snippet are very useful tho just depends how we’re feeling (it’s usually a RP tho cuz it also gives feral some expressions to work with as I play the boys)

It’s a messy way of doing it cuz it’s very chaotic but it helps a ton for feral to have a starting base before diving into the comic, both by giving her some dialogue to modify, expression to work with and a general direction on the story

As for the part if we’re ok.. I don’t wanna jinx it again so I’ll say that we’re alive 😭 (putting a read more cuz post is getting long)

We planned on coming back to makin art in Feb/March but things did not go as planned, in Dec our water pump broke so we had to move out for a week until that got fixed and then in late Jan our roof started leaking and we had to pack up and move out entirely in March cuz we found out the entire roof is atrocious and needs to be torn out and redone 😭

We thought we would be back home by now but they were barely able to start working on it last week cuz legal issues got in the way that took forever to resolve so we might not be back home until June, we have a place to stay tho so dw bout that! Just a lot of things have been happening and we’re really hoping we can start making art again soon, we do have comms that we need to finish first but once those are finished we plan on hopping back in cuz we really miss making content

So fingers crossed we can actually get back into it, in the mean time we do have a lot of wips, both drawing’s and writings cuz we would start em in this period and then have to stop due to issues, so there’s not only a lot in the works but also even more ideas in our head of stuff too do ✨

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Hello awesome readers and lovely fandom :) Best part of my week has arrived once again. Our Mid-Week goodness. Well mid-week for me lol Hard to believe we're 3 away from the season ending already.... Insane to think we're at this point. The documentary eps are always so split in how they are received. I personally have always loved them. Usually really funny and produce amazing Chenford content.

If nothing else for people who don't like them we get that. Which we still got in this one. It came in a form I wasn't expecting. But this season as I've said before has been a wild card. It's been giving and unexpected this entire time. Which I really do appreciate. s7 has been one for the books for the most part. Said this before with longer seasons though we do tend to forget is there are more filler-like ones along the way. This one felt more so than others have this year. Other than the Chenford in this ep it wasn't my fav. Not gonna lie.

Honestly once they were no longer a factor in this episode I lost interest tbh. Which was a first for me this season. Because I have been loving the ensemble of it all this year. Even with 7x10 and 7x13 which weren't my fav all around other SL's kept me engaged. They missed the mark with this one in terms of a whole episode. Coming off 'Double Trouble.' being our last one they had a lot to live up to and didn't. But I'll get into that more in my side notes. Lets dig into the ship moments we did get shall we?

7x15 A Deadly Secret

We hit the ground running with our ship. Lucy looking adorable and excited per usual with these. Tim being classic Tim. Not wanting to be here in the least. Their usual M.O. for these kinds of eps. Some things never change haha It was pretty Meta of Alexi to mention them as his 'Favorite' couple heh We are the most-loved and go-to of the ships on the show. Forever grateful for this fact. We all know they are but this was a fun little nod to that. And it having it be Alexi say it made me happy I will say.

Tim barking at him to keep it professional. Seconds after doing this he is already over it LOL The death glare only he can give so well had me cackling. I loved the shots between him and this dude. The way they pan to Tim then to him and back to Tim. Had me laughing so much. Eric the master of expressions crushing it here. He always pushes Tim's buttons and regrets it. I love him effectively killing his questioning with just a look. Getting a defeated 'Sorry. Moving on.' reply in return. Oh Tim Bradford I love you so.

What I always love about these types of episodes are the shared looks. That silent communication on display for all to see. They showcase their chemistry without even realizing they're doing so. It's why this guy loves them the most. They exude it without knowing they're even doing so. It’s in the way they instinctively touch base with each other first, a unspoken check-in that says more than words ever could. Gah I love it sfm. The shared looks up above being a great example of this.

Eric and Melissa do it so well. I don't know how they do it, but I'm deeply thankful these two actors embody this ship. It's more like they're talking to each other more so than the camera or this director. In their own world. It's the little things I always appreciate with them. They barely give the crew eye contact. Just look at them. More engaged with each other than the people around them. Also can't say I hate Tim's posture in the very beginning of this. Hello sexy forearm happy to see you.

This scene proving Lucy is and forever will be the exception for Tim. We may have a more open and emotionally available Tim this season, but not when it comes to this. I was wondering if they were going to lean into that with this but they didn't. I'm pretty ok with that. He is willing to change and be that for her but no one else. No one that isn't someone of importance to him or has a real place in his life I should say.

He opened up to John in 7x07 about Lucy which was massive progress. But Lucy is going to be the main beneficiary of that change more than anyone else. So with that being said he's not going to do that with this crew. Especially when it's just to exploit them and their feelings. Does crack me up he says he'll just ask Rachel later.... Dude just wants to know what happened with them. Get in line bub. The entire station wants to know the answer to that question. You will have to wait good sir.

I love this scene for couple reasons. The main one just being Tim looking at her while she speaks. The admiration and reverence makes my shipper heart skip a beat. Nodding along as she does so. The man says so much with just a look. I mean he always looks at her intently whenever she speaks in these. Which I adore on so many levels. But just has an added level with his eyes extra soft while he watches her tear them a new one.

Which leads me to the second I enjoyed this bit. Lucy just telling them like it is. She has gotten a lot less star struck with these since s4. Not afraid to let her rip so to speak. Telling them their theory is outlandish. That the actions of these people are their own not inspired by anything else. Love our girl.

This is where it really gets good. It was mainly crumbs before this moment. I was excited once we reached here and Tim said ‘I hate making mistakes in front of you.’ I knew we were in for some goodness. Oh my lord. Now they may be high af here but there is truth behind their statements regardless. That line of his. *heart clutch* I said this last year in my 6x07 review and analysis of Tim. How he holds himself to a higher standard and didn’t want to fail in front of Lucy because of it. For her to think less of him when he does.

Because in his mind, mistakes equal failure, and he’s afraid of being anything less than enough in her eyes. Which, as we all know, she’s never seen him in that light. He consistently forgets she saw him at his dumpster fire worst and didn't think it then. But as someone who also struggles with that myself it's not as easy as just telling him that. This is how they figure out they are drugged though. Because all season Tim has been meeting Lucy where she is at. Respecting her boundaries and only sharing what he felt was appropriate to in the moment.

This is clearly a subconscious thing he is letting slip out due to the drugs. A deep rooted fear of his he's felt for years coming out without his consent. For Lucy to see him as less than through his mistakes. I love her soft 'Oh, you've never admitted that before.' Getting a little insight into the man before her in a way she didn't have before. This felt like a preview of a convo to be had later IMO. Their need to have a serious convo literally rising to the surface in this moment.

Tim can feel this and it's why he tries to stop them from talking any further. If they're going to have a serious talk he want to be sober for it. I too would like this lol My soul longs for it really. He's also worried something is going to come out they're gonna have to deal with later. Which does happen... High Lucy can't help herself though. haha I love her starting off with something hilarious though. Asking what his most embarrassing memory is?

Tim doesn't take more than a second to reply. This stuff must be so potent for him to just drop knowledge like this. It's an adorable story about baby Tim. I adore him loving his hamster so much he took it to school with him. Snuck it in. I cannot. My damn heart. Lucy's laughter makes my soul lighter. Clearly thrilled with the answer she got from him about it. I would love to know what happened during all that fast-forwarding. The random convos they must've had.

How and why did she let her hair down? Looks like Tim maybe helped her do this? It went so fast I couldn't tell. I seriously wanna know how we ended up at the convo below. My guess is Lucy's questions got more serious for us to end up there. Or Tim couldn't stop from spilling his guts. A common theme with his relationship with Lucy let's be honest. He's never been able to stop her from extracting things from him that he would never tell anyone else. Her Tim superpower.

This felt like my 6x07 review come to life I have to say. Delighted me to no end. All the things I said in my analysis of Tim last year. Of why he did he what he did. To shed light on the meaning of it all, for a fandom emotionally struggling to understand the root cause of it all. Also because I felt it was something that absolutely needed to be acknowledged and shared. Now even though he's saying it because he's high, it doesn't make it any less satisfying to hear. He has learned something about himself. About why he does things the way he does. Which is a game changer. It shows that therapy has helped Tim grow into this version of himself. Big time. To realize all the things he didn't when he was going through it all during 6x06-6x07. I'm so proud I could cry. Saying things I dreamed about him putting together.

Then telling Lucy one day when he was ready to share it, and she was ready to hear it. Here we are with him sharing all that. What he shares next is growth I have legit longed about him having. Tim saying he internalized all his dad did to him. It was the message he had been fed his entire life: that failure equaled punishment. And without him there to inflict it, Tim punished himself instead. My broken boy. Telling himself he deserved to be punished for failing with Ray. So he did so by breaking up with her. By taking away the one good thing in his life. In his eyes, she represented the highest form of penance for actions he couldn’t even begin to understand himself at the time. This is so big fandom. Because in 6x07 he had zero idea or awareness surrounding this.

Tim found himself at a loss when Blair raised the topic back then; he couldn’t quite make sense of his own actions. At the time he didn’t think about that. Because all he could think was he wasn’t worthy and that was it. So for him to be at this place now is massive. To me maybe this is another shake up. What I mean by that is Lucy was reserved af towards him till the 7x08 confession occurred. The experience left a deep impact on her, and over time, she became more open to Tim and his efforts to change. To make it up to her. This could be the wake up call they both need to finally have their reconciliation convo following this. There is going to be residual emotions after this even if we don't see right in this moment.

Lucy even though she is high as a kite is putting together what happened. Getting clarity for the first time since he left her in that parking lot back in 6x06. It feels SOOOO good for her to finally hear this. Now was this the medium I was expecting this to happen in? God no. Of course not. This season continues its wild card ways, and if it leads to another real convo later on, I’m down. May not be the way we wanted this to start BUT it is huge progress. Because even though there are drugs involved prompting this. These are real feelings coming out. Real confessions. I did love him saying it was kinda flattering right?

Basically telling Lucy she's the best thing that ever happened to him. The one person who made him happier than anything else. *sigh* That losing her was the worst thing he could've done to himself. Essentially telling her she's the love of his life and the biggest thing he could've lost as punishment. LOVE Lucy's reply. It's everything I've wanted her to say to him since it happened. But as we all know he wasn't ready for this convo back then. He is now. Which is exciting as hell. And why Lucy laying it out that he didn't just punish himself when he broke them up. The hurt etched on her face guts me.

It punished her too. Took away her agency. Took him away. She was struck and deeply wounded by the emotional shrapnel he unleashed on them. That she became collateral damage in his attempt to outrun his failures and inflict punishment on himself. I've said this before and I'll keep saying it. I love that they continuously bring up the impact it had on her. That it is a wound that isn't to be ignored or have faded into the background. It is front and center until this is really talked out. Will that happen? Is this it? Idk tbh this season like I've said has been a wild card. What I do hope is that is prompts a deeper convo and reconciliation. My gut feels like it will but we shall see. Beauty of these first impressions. The analysis and guessing game.

Tim saying 'I know.' I'll never be over him owning what he did to her. Makes me so happy. Look at my boy all grown up. So proud. This is SO incredibly necessary for them to move past this. For her to hear this. To witness he is so painfully aware of what he did to her. How he blew it with the love of his life and knows it. Tim is willing to just live with what he gets now with his follow up reply. Because he is still punishing himself in some form. Still not thinking he is worthy of her forgiveness fully. But being ok with that possibility. This is him coming to terms with the fate he created for himself. Now her reply is what makes me think they'll have another convo. If only to explain what she confesses to him. And her second almost confession inside it. (I'll explain that in a second)

Because just like Tim she slips up about something she's been holding close to her chest. That she's forgiven him. It's her 'It's not even-' that gets me. The second almost confession. What do I think this means? I believe she was going to say 'It's not even that.' I think it comes down to another issue for her. Trust. She wants SO badly to trust him emotionally again like that but hasn't gotten there. She has professionally in so many ways. She's forgiven him but it's the trusting him with her heart again where she is stuck. Which is why I think she giggles and is like 'Naww that isn't it. It's something else.' and then cuts herself off.... Too shocked by her previous confession to finish that train of thought. It sobers her a tad and explain her 'When did that happen?' comment.

Now the forgiveness when did that happen? I might have a better in depth answer when I do this for my master list. But for now I mean I feel like her actions in the last few episodes have screamed she had. Like I said in 7x14. Her emotionally opening up and leaning on him again was a sign. Folding immediately into him for their hug like she did in 6x04. Another big one. Her replies in 7x11 were a neon sign. It's been a slow development since 7x08. The whole season really but 'Wildfire' really kicked it off. I think the 7x08 confession dislodged her quite a bit. That and Tim’s consistent showing up for her. Praising her, building her up and just being emotionally available is what sealed the deal here.

I do love her cute giggle when she says it. Like it's supposed to be common knowledge to Tim she has done this. Like of course I forgave you already don't you know? I love you, you idiot. Why do you keep wondering if I will? Her follow up is classic to the giggling. 'Huh. I wonder when that happened?' Shocking even herself. This is going to require a follow up convo to their reconciliation I think. Just a gut feeling. I know nothing of what is to pass even if I had the chance to I wouldn't look. lol Just a feeling. Also I must note how amazing she looks with her hair down in uniform. Never thought I'd see the day lol But she is crushing it.

Is this whole thing going to spawn another real talk? Will it prompt Tim to follow his own 7x07 advice and fight for her? I hope so. It feels unfinished for the reasons I gave above. This reconciliation has been a slow burn. Just like their build up to being together was. Once I was on the other side of that I was so happy it was done that way. It'll be the same way with this. Because of course it's going to take a slow burn to reconciliation. Very on brand for Chenford. Also just mature writing which I love. Now If that is it for the adult convo Idk how I feel about that in full yet. Need to sit on that longer. That's more reserved for post-season. There was a lot of good stuff in it, but once the next three episodes unfold, I’m sure I’ll have a better answer, especially this summer when I dive in deeper into this ep.

But to me it feels like we have one more emotional hurdle to jump before reconciliation IMO. Other than the Sergeant Exam. What I can tell you is Lucy is in a much better place now than she has been all season with the scene above. Why you ask? Her non-verbal reply to being asked if she didn't mean what she said? All season she has denied everything. Vehemently. Been firm about it. She did this in 7x06 with the guy at the booth, after they slept together and claiming just 'ex-sex.' Distancing herself from the emotion. In 7x08 even on fire couldn't say she still loved him back verbally. Fought that too. Watched her internal struggle to accept his compliment in 7x11. Created an emotional boundary in 7x12 to avoid the emotions she feels for this man. Funny thing is all those things she fought led to this.

Here when asked if she didn't mean what she said then? Lucy stumbles....Not only that but looks at Tim and can't refute it. Her reaction is reply enough. Knowing she meant everything she said in that convo. Reminds me of towards the end s4 Lucy. Where her facade to keep her feelings about Tim inside were an absolute farce. Also look at Tim's SOFT eyes when she does. It's the most emotion we see in these interviews. Hoping against hope she meant everything she said. Director then ruins it with his follow up about the babies names LMFAO WHAT?! When did they have this convo? Was it before or after the confessions? I need to know.

My guess is before? Maybe it's what led to them having that talk? Idk but their in-sync refusal to stay had me dying. 'Why do we keep agreeing to do these?' I'm cackling. They are flying out of there so fast. Lucy all but squeaking out in panic 'Excuse Me?!' Too funny. Also they aren't going to have that convo on camera. Took us all season to get to this point and they had to be drugged to get there hahaha Wasn't what I was expecting but hasn't been all season in a good way. One of their themes. Now I did wonder if this was going to prompt a talk for them so I was somewhat right on that guess. heh

Next week looks GOOOOD. I called Seth crawling his way back in. Idk HOW he did but I knew if anyone could it would be him. Tim and Lucy look like they're all but vibrating with rage with his return. Feral Tim reporting for duty. Gimme all that.

Nolan sure tries to come off scary and somewhat fails. But he's sure going to give it best. I will give him that. Gonna have his hands full. If they wanted him to wash out and shit his pants immediately should've gone with TIm. But that is a conflict of interest because of Lucy and being involved in his firing. Also not fair to Miles and his training.

I loved what Tim said about Seth finding another way of washing out again. I mean the weather service thing never came to light from Wildfire. I could see that coming back to bite him in the ass. It was far more than just the "cancer" that could've fired him. Shall see how it goes down. Thank you to the wonderful people who like, comment ( these are my fav not gonna lie haha)and reblog these. You make doing this so joyful. Shall see you all in 7x16 :)

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Side Notes-Non Chenford

Bummed because I usually like the Documentary ones. Also they have been killing it with the ensemble side of it all year and this one just didn't land for me. Other than Chenford was probably my least fav of the season. Never got going IMO and felt off and disjointed. Also Rodge made an appearance and he is not my fav lol Miles could've easily replaced his scenes but that's just me.

Appreciate another s2 callback with her but It felt like a missed opportunity. Like her and Henry broke up. That's sad why no explanation of any kind? Were they too young? Clashing wants in life? When did this happen? Was hoping that ending scene with John would've given us a little clarity but no. Felt very lack luster in what it could've been. They're always cooky but have a good tie in and they had tie ins but idk just fell flat for me. But onto the next tis but a small blip in the season.

[actuallysaiyan]

A Little Kiss That Takes My Breath Away(Villain!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Villain!Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, aphrodisiac type quirk, reader is a villain and Smite's right hand man, age gap, size kink, bodily fluids(drool, cum, precum), vaginal fingering, biting, piercings, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dub con(on both parts), idiots in love, violence, dark themes word count: 3k pairings: All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Villain!Fem!Reader summary: you've been his right hand man for a long time, and though you both have feelings for one another, he keeps his distance...until you're both hit with an aphrodisiac quirk.

Doesn’t matter if the city is in total chaos, you want to continue going. Doesn’t matter if the whole world feels like it’s on your shoulders, you’ll do anything to make sure the man in charge is going to get what he wants. Right now, he’s gonna get the payback he deserves.

All Smite smashes into a group of enemies, knocking them out of the way. You watch with a fire in your eyes before you begin grabbing the nearest enemy. You haven’t seen chaos like this since All For One tried to end All Smite’s rein on the city. Leave it to a rival gang to want to cause this much destruction.

“I want you to meet me around the corner, got it?” You hear Smite’s voice coming through the earpiece. 

“Got it, boss!”

You and Smite have an interesting relationship. He keeps you at arm’s length whenever you aren’t working together. There’s an age gap between you two, and though he knows you’re more than capable, he still uses words like “kid” and “kiddo” when addressing you sometimes. You’d do anything to have him see you as a woman, but you know you can’t ask for that.

He’s the type of man who will burn down the entire city to get what he wants. He’s the type of man who would murder a man without hesitation. There’s something about his ruthlessness that would have scared anyone else off, but not you. You come from a background where you were bullied for your quirk, so you stuck to him as soon as you could.

Smite represents freedom from oppression. He represents breaking the chains of the world of heroes. They think they know what’s best for the whole world, but so many people fall through the cracks. And who’s there to pick up the pieces for those people? All Smite is the one they all look up to.

And just your luck, you ended up falling in love with Japan’s number one villain. 

You round the corner, meeting up with the man in question. You can’t see his smirk under the voice changing mask he wears that also encompasses his earpiece, but you can just about envision it in your mind.

“Good, I need you to go find the leader. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

You look around the carnage and destruction, scouting for the man or woman in charge of this. In your line of work, you noticed how little people put importance in gender roles. Most of you wear costumes to disguise yourselves as best as you can. You know for a fact that most people don’t know that you’re a woman when you’re wearing your costume.

The man in charge is only a few feet away, and you watch as he gives commands. His troops don’t seem to believe in him anymore, but some of them continue to follow his orders. You let Smite know that you’ve found him.

With your ambush plan in place, you wait for the right moment to strike. Smite comes through, body slamming against the leader of the gang. Though the leader has a quirk that deals with gravity, and he’s able to push your lover leader out of the way. You scramble to your feet, making your way over to Smite. You know you’ll probably get in trouble for running to his aid, but you can’t help it. He’s everything to you.

“Perfect, this is your right hand man, isn’t it?!” The leader of the rival group exclaims. “Hey, loverboy, come here!”

You’re confused as you watch this giant, lumbering villain rush over. He nearly trips over his own feet as he comes over to his leader. Without another word, the giant villain blows a kiss in the direction of you. The feelings of lust hit you hard, knocking you off your feet.

“Look at them, simply pathetic!” The leader cackles. “He’s next! Use a double dose!”

You watch through hooded eyes as the giant villain blows two kisses towards Smite. There’s nothing you can do as you watch your leader become inhibited by pure lust. It’s coursing through your own body, so you think about how much this must be affecting Smite with him getting a double dose.

“How’s about that?! What will you do now, number one? Are you going to fuck your second in command to death with all those feelings of lust coursing through your body?!”

You curse at the leader, but even just the thought of Smite fucking you has your heart racing and your cheeks heating up under your own mask. With each labored breath you take, the more you feel this quirk working against you. The leader calls out to his remaining troops and he begins to leave, ending the battle with you and Smite in defeat.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “Get back here!”

But it’s a lost cause. You’re just going to have to deal with what’s going on with your body now. And it wasn’t just affecting your body, it was affecting you all over. You get up, sweaty and sticky with arousal flooding your underwear. You reach Smite and press your hand on his back, but he pushes you away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You can hear the snappiness in his voice. He doesn’t often yell at you like this. Still, you ignore him. You help him to his feet, even though you’re growing more and more aroused with each second that passes by. Smite begrudgingly leans against you, and you begin to guide him towards the hideout.

“What the hell kind of quirk was that?” His voice is more gruff than usual. You can hear how labored his breath is.

“I don’t know…some sort of aphrodisiac?” You try to be logical, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to get your thoughts in order.

Once inside the hideout, Smite shakes you off violently. Instead of him leaning against you, he brings you into the bedroom. Your heart races at the prospect of him finally helping you with this. 

“Stay here,” he whispers as he takes off his mask. His blue eyes are dark with lust. “Just stay here till this runs its course. Got it?!”

You don’t want to argue, but you weren’t thinking straight. The little mewl you let out when he helps you out of your mask and unzips your leather jacket. You’re sweating, wanting nothing more than to rip off your clothes.

“Just stay in here.” He warns you once again, his own voice wavering.

He begins to make his way to the door, but his cock is throbbing in his pants. He can’t do this to you. It would be wrong of him to take advantage of the situation. You deserve to have a nice life with a man who could give you more than he can.

“Smite, please.”

“Just shut up!” He growls, but he’s losing this battle fast.

“Toshinori,”

This causes him to swallow hard. How the fuck was he supposed to ignore you now that you were using his real name?

“D-don’t. Please don’t.” His voice is nearly breaking. “You don’t want this.”

You begin to eagerly pull off your clothes now. Once you’re naked on the bed, he turns away from the door completely. You begin to play with your pussy, rubbing your clit and spreading your soaked folds. The obscene sounds coming from you are very hard to ignore.

“Don’t make me…” he whispers. “I can’t stop myself.”

He crawls onto the bed, making the mattress dip with his own weight. Within seconds, he’s capturing your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His own feelings are coming through, though he’s going to have to lie to you once this is over. He can’t have you risking your life for him, even though you already do that. It just makes it easier when he pretends you’re not completely head over heels for him and that he’s not ready to incinerate and raze this city just for you.

“I need to,” you grab his hand and pull it to your pussy. “You need it too. Let’s just…let’s just fuck.”

He grunts as he nips at your bottom lip. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop. I need you to understand that.”

You nod eagerly. “It’s okay. I need it. I understand and I need this.”

The more you beg for him, the harder it is for him to pull away again. He pushes you down onto the bed, his lips attaching to the tender flesh of your neck. You taste so good, even slick with sweat. You smell amazing too. It’s like he’s able to smell every single pheromone you’re giving off.

“Tell me you want me,” you whisper as his fingers brush against your soaked folds.

“I fucking need you!” He roars before kissing you.

Your hands quickly take off his shirt, and you begin to massage his chest. For so long, you’ve fantasised about doing this with him. You’ve wanted to have your chance with your boss for the longest time. With each soft caress, his cock throbs in his tight leather pants.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fucking trying to keep you away from me,” he grunts between heated kisses. “Been trying to fucking keep you safe.”

You run your fingers through his hair. “I’m capable of making my own choices. I can keep myself safe.”

He wants to argue with you. You don’t even know how much you mean to him at all. You really don’t fucking get it, but maybe after tonight you will.

Toshinori sucks on your neck, eliciting a sweet moan from your swollen lips. His fingers spread your folds, teasing your drooling entrance. He chuckles softly when he feels how much this quirk has affected you already.

“I could probably slide right in,” he comments. “But I want to make you feel good. I can’t rush this,”

No, he can’t rush this. Especially when he knows this is probably the only time this is ever going to happen. You’re still his second in command and you still matter so much to him. Even if he’s completely in love with you, it doesn’t mean he should be acting on those damn feelings. 

When he slips one of his thick fingers into you, you let out a gasp. It feels so good to be stretched like this. You’re already thinking about how good it will feel once he fucks you. Smite stays nuzzled against your neck as he begins to pump his finger into you.

“Such a wet, warm pussy. Fuck, it’s hard not to just pin you to this bed and pound you.”

He kisses a trail down your body, stopping only to suck on your nipples eagerly. He loves the way the cool metal of your piercings feel against his tongue. His eyes are still so dark with lust, making you moan out his name.

“You should hear how fucking sweet you are,” he grunts before getting between your legs. “I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

His mouth latches onto your swollen clit, making you mewl. Your hips are bucking involuntarily as you begin to hump his face. He’s never had anyone make him feel this way, and he knows it’s not just the quirk. All of his dumb feelings were making their way out into the open.

His tongue laps at you, drinking up all your essence. You continue to dribble like a fountain, making him begin rutting against the bed from the need to be stimulated. Just the taste of you alone has him so dizzy. Smite thinks about how he’d love to just lay here and eat you out until you were too exhausted to think.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls against your sensitive flesh. “So fucking good,”

Your fingers tangle in his long blond hair, tugging to keep him close to your cunt. Every flick of his tongue has you so close to your orgasm. The coil in your stomach is wound up so tight, and it’s getting to be almost infuriating how badly you need to cum. His fingers crook inside of you, and that’s all it takes for you to climax.

His name tumbles from your lips in a cry, and you shudder under him as the pleasure overwhelms you completely. Toshinori struggles to lap up every last drop, but he’s just burying his face between your thighs at this point.

“Good girl,” he praises you as he pulls away. “You ready for me?”

You’re now begging and whining for him to just fuck you. He’s barely able to think properly. With shaking hands, he unbuckles his belt and kicks off his pants. His cock slaps against his abdomen once it’s freed from the confines of his tight boxers.

“Look how fucking hard I am,” he grips your chin. “I’m so fucking hard. Can’t wait to be buried deep in your little cunt.”

You look up at him like he’s the only thing you can think about at this very moment. Toshinori would have normally teased you a little with the tip of his cock, but the only thing he can think of is to fuck you until this damn quirk runs its course.

As he slides into you, your walls begin to clamp down on him. He grins as he notices just how fucked out you look right now. The minute he bottoms out, you try to warn him that you’re cumming but all that comes out is sweet little moans.

“Already cumming for me again?” He coos, though his own resolve is breaking. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

He grips your hips and begins to rock his hips. So many nights did he imagine himself in this situation, just being able to slide into your little cunt and claim you for himself. Fucking his fist was never going to be enough to compare to your little pussy. You feel like heaven. How he was going to keep you at arms length again after this was beyond him. He pushes those thoughts away as he helps you swing your legs over his shoulders.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” He teases you, knowing fully well that you were both needing this because of the quirk. “Answer me honestly, baby. Tell me how badly you needed me to fuck you.”

Your brain nearly short circuits. There were no words to tell him just how badly you’ve been needing to be pounded into the mattress by your boss. You lick your lips and try to say something, but his cock rams against your sweet spot and you’re right back to a drooling, moaning mess.

“Look at you,” he grunts. “Look at you, drooling…” he laughs softly but it turns into a moan. “How the fuck am I supposed to last?”

Toshinori pulls you in with each thrust, bruising your hips with his tight hold. He can’t stop himself as he chases his high. You’re so damn tight, so damn warm. The way you keep moaning his name in such a pathetic way, it’s making him wish he could hear these kinds of moans every night.

“Come on, be a good girl and tell me how badly you needed this.”

Your nails dig into his back as he continues to rearrange your guts. You spit out something that sounds vaguely like “needed it real bad,” but you’re in such a state that he doesn’t know if what you said were actual words.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck fuck fuck, I…”

“Inside,” you plead. “Inside, please!”

His eyes roll back and he slumps against you. “Can’t just fuckin’ say shit like that, baby.”

His hips are still rocking as he stays clung to you. Both of you are drenched in sweat and shared juices now, making everything just that much more messy. His balls begin to draw up, making him grit his teeth in anticipation for the big finish.

Toshinori licks his fingers and reaches between you both to rub your clit. It’s like touching a livewire because you fall off the edge with another cry of his name. The pulsing of your walls around his thick cock has him downright whimpering at this point.

His vision cuts to white as he begins to pump you full of his seed. Rope after rope of his thick cum fills your tight little cunt. When he pulls out, he strokes himself some more to paint your mound with his cum. 

You’re quick to pull him in for another kiss. You want to remember this for as long as you can. You know that he’ll push you away when this is all said and done. 

Then he surprises you with his own needy kisses. His large hands cup your face and he rubs his nose against yours. The quirk was subsiding fast now, leaving you both a bit more level-headed. You smile up at him and his heart flutters in his chest.

Toshinori gathers you up in his arms, holding you close. He doesn’t want to regret this. He doesn’t want this to end with you and him pushing each other away because it got awkward. For the first time, he thinks about how he could make this work.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted at the start of this,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper back. “I’m not holding it against you.”

It’s warm against his chest. It feels nice to snuggle like this after such intense sex. He’s careful with you, which is different from every other time he’s tried to be gentle with you. Usually he’s so scared but right now, it’s like he’s comfortable to hold you and kiss you softly.

“I know you probably are too tired to talk about the repercussions of this, so let’s maybe wait until tomorrow.” He suggests.

“That sounds good.”

Your eyes close, and you’re nestled against his chest. Toshinori knows that no matter what happens next, he will still hold you in high regards. If anything, this changes the way he’s going to be protective over you.

Because he knows now, he’s deeply in love with you.

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[gojoawayhoe]

What even is JJK?

Hello JJK community!! I am an avid fanfic reader who was going through a crisis, accidentally stumbled across a JJK SMAU post, and triggered a hyperfixation (yayy)

I thought it might be fun to stumble my way through figuring out what is going on here with as little official information as possible. This post is my attempt to understand JJK from SMAU and fanfic alone! To be clear, I have NOT read or watched the anime/manga - this is just my interpretation for wtf is going on here.

A few things before we get into this -

Spoiler Warnings! This should be obvious, but since I've never watched/read the show I don't actually know what is considered a spoiler or not. Please read on with caution~

Newbie Warning! I am so new into this fandom, and it is a lot bigger than the ones I've been in before. This post is supposed to be fun, and I am coming from a place of good faith. If I accidentally commit a faux pas, please be kind!

Foul Language Warning! Most of this was written stream of conscious style over two weeks as I was struggling through some tough stuff IRL. My tone is tongue in cheek, and I did not pay much attention to grammar or minding my language. I don't say anything too crazy, but I am perhaps too liberal with certain four letter words.

With that said! Please enjoy my delirious ramblings as I make sense of this batshit crazy world. I had so much fun with this, and I hope you like it?

OKKKK SO (who is who, pt 1/?; i got some questions):

Did Shoko really cheat her way through medical school?

Toji is ?? An assassin with one?? two?? Dead wives?? Are we suspicious or nah

Also like, Toji? Sometimes he's written like an ass, sometimes like a strung out single dad?

yuuji is ..... chosos brother... somehow...?

Megumi is……. Tojis son? But also sometimes gojos adopted son?? Or at least mentee??

Speaking of Megs, here are some thoughts I had while figuring this effer out:

-Man, Megumi really likes dogs i guess, thats cool

-Oh huh, whats a shikigami?

-oh, that sounds pretty cool

*sees dogs mentioned again*

-cue: holy shit moment

-i straight up thought he was overly obsessed with dogs. Like as a character trait because its mentioned so much. 

-ykw ig he still is

-can you pet them?

Shibuya:

At first, mentions of Shibuya went over my head. Then, three or four days in, I read an smau where nanami made plans with the reader to do something as soon as he returned from Shibuya. It was really so sweet! But… umm…. The comments did not agree?

So this is the first time i googled anything, and found myself on the wiki. And uh, yeah, fuck you guys /s

And i was like, I wonder who else has died then?? And guys, i gotta be honest, I did NOT like it !! 🥹

alright, I got distracted.

Trying to figure out who is affiliated with who from smau/fanfic alone is nearly impossible (who is who pt 2/?). 

Eventually, you get here:

Most people - jj sorcerers/tokyo high

Toji + shiu - assassins

Kenjaku + mahito (mojito)? = freaky bitches (also is it just me or is mahitos design kinda.... 😏 no? just me?)

Choso - ???????? I genuinely cant tell?????? Sometimes yuuji is his brother and sometimes hes with the freaky bitches ??????? Is he a good girl gone bad ?? A bad girl gone good ?? Is he meaning yuuji like as a vessel of sakuna and sakuna is his half brother???? because apparently the whole main point of the goddamn show is that yuuji ate one of sakunas fingers and is his vessel or whatever??

And speaking of that, how did i not know yuuji and megumi (and… nobara…?) are the protagonists?? I went days without googling the premise of the show (yup.) and i was floored, lemme tell you! I really had no idea what was going on, yall 😌

So back to who is who again (pt 3/?, Geto edition) -

Ok. So..... OK. Geto, right? WTF is up here? here's what I've got

Geto + gojo (and Shoko!) = #besties

Geto has a crisis

Now hes racist

Aaaaaand slaughters a village (and his family??? is that right??)

Geto + gojo = #breakup

Gojo is real sad about it

10 years later geto comes back and gojo kills him

Geto is reanimated by the freakiest looking yeerk ive ever seen (does anyone even know animorphs anymore or is that series a fever dream I made up?)

#sadboi vibes only plz #trapped in the prison realm #justGojothings #honestly fuck the Shibuya arc

okay ANDDDD -

Gojo + Geto + KFC = ???!

y'all i see them referenced with KFC all the time. this is definitely a private joke that I am not in on lmao

moving on!

Sakuna v Gojo.

Yeah, fuck this arc too honestly. Gojo's my favorite. Sue me! I'm basic! I never said I wasn't!

back to CHOSO again (my beloathed <3) (who is who pt 4/?):

I have figured it out!! Choso was with the freaky bitches to avenge his brothers, then somehow figured out that Yuuji is his half brother and badda bing, bad girl turns good. love to see it.

But, is it cannon??

Some of these are characters are written so baby girl-ified that i think id be upset reading the source material. Like… is choso really that sweet and innocent? He is written as the sweetiest of baby gorls. But like isnt he an antagonist? I suspect he probably has one or two scenes in canon that are naïve and endearing, and the fanfic girlies ran with it. As they absolutely should. But im attached this version now and I dont want that ruined 😌 I've seen yall bitch about the white dog thing in SMAU, but you know what? I love it here in delulu land and im sticking with it.

Also, I have a feeling that Nanami is just a serious guy with a stick up his ass. Do I love how he is written? yes. Do I stan a romantic family man? idk, ask my husband (yes, I do). Do I think he is TOTALLY different in cannon? Absolutely

Do I think Geto is this tragic, heartbreaking villian in cannon? Yeah, I think that's probably right. but i mean, genocidal maniac is kindve hard to reconcile with how he is portrayed in the ficdom universe. Also, I love how many people just choose to simply ignore his betrayal arc and pretend it simply ✨didnt happen✨. i love it and im living for it.

There are about 10,000 different portrayals of Gojo in fic. Some common themes are:

fuckboy gojo

sadboy gojo

lovesick gojo

emotionally unavailable gojo

I think most right is probably #4? idk man, if my life was in danger all the time and I was viewed as (at best) nothing more than a weapon by society AND my best friend betrayed me like this? I probably would also float through life with minimal attachments and a laissez faire attitude. but then this is also challenged by his clear attachment to the protagonists (who are, apparently, the students and not the teachers)

Will I watch/read this anime/manga?

Honestly?? Idk yall. I kinda mentioned this earlier, but I have now gotten attached to these characters as they are in my head. in delulu land. Also, my real life still kinda sucks rn, and idk if I am currently built for the death and betrayal and ANGST in my fantasy world too, thank you very much.

That said, my brother in law is begging me to watch it since he heard im doing this. This world is genuinely so complex and interesting, and the magic system is fascinating. AND it would be interesting to go through it and see what ive actually gotten right and what ive gotten just so, so wrong.

Maybe if anyone actually reads this and it picks up traction ill consider it, and do a follow up post with the right and the wrong

N E Ways! I think that's about all the word vomit I am capable of right now. if anyone actually read all this, I hope you enjoyed my nonsensical ramblings! feel free to tell me what I got right, what I got wrong, or how good/bad my takes are.

[evylss]

I heard from a little birdy that you make hsr smut soooo~ ANAXA SMUT PLEASE so basically we have been bothering him all day saying how we want to cum on his dick so as punishment he ties us to the bed and use a vibrator to our pussy, overstimulating us and he is talking dirty like GOOD LAWD.

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK!! 🩵AND HELLO?? ANON I LOOOOVE HOW U THINK I SAT DOWN SO FAST TO WRITE THIS (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) i might get a bit carried away with this..

images and borders from pinterest, credits to the owners (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

cw: nsfw, meannn/sadist anaxa, him thinking he's better than u tbh, brat and brat tamer, fingering, orgasm denial (once), overstimulation, vibrator, it's messyyy, bondage, degradation and praise, clit slapping, lowk manhandling.. lmk if i missed anything!!

Anaxa was a relatively patient man, with you at least. He appreciates silence, and despises being interrupted or disturbed. What he wasn't though, was anybody's slave, and he'll do as he pleased.

So when you've been nagging him all day, whining about how badly you want him, how badly you need to cum on his cock-- he can't help but find himself irritated as you mindlessly beg with no concern for how you're disrupting his focus, just like the dumb thing he knows you are.

"Come on! I'll be quick- just wanna cum- then I'll leave you alone!" You whine up at him from where you're seated on the floor, right between his legs as he sits at his table, resting your cheek on his thigh and giving him the best doll eyes you could. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sliding a hand into your hair, he grips it at the roots. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to be a warning. He lifts your head off his thigh, offering you a questioning look with one slightly raised brow.

Anaxa's eyes narrow at you as his hand tracing from your nape and down your jaw, till he was holding your chin delicately between his fingers.

"How many times have I told you that I'm busy? All this nagging is enough, but also proposing to just take what you need and leave..? All high and mighty, are we?"

And you did.

His voice was low, soft, but incredibly dangerous- laced with a threat. Daring you to challenge him.

That's how you find yourself in your current situation-

Clothes peeled off you expertly as he takes you to the bedroom, panties unknowingly stuffed into his pocket. Rope being tossed into the bed, being pushed down roughly into the mattress, a hand against your lower back, firmly pinning you down.

God, you shouldn't have pushed him this far.

Or maybe that's exactly what you wanted.

You feel him grab your wrist, then your calve, folding your leg up till your ankle meets your wrist. With no hesitation, he ties them together. He watches as you start to squirm in protest, but all you're met with is a sharp "Hold still."- and you don't dare disobey him this time. He ties up the other side, tugging on the ropes as if to test the hold, then letting out a satasfied hum as you hear him start to walk away from you.

Where was he going? Surely he wouldn't just leave you there.. right?

But now you almost wish he did.

A moment passes. Another.

You hear him come back behind you, and he places something down on the bed next to him. Silence.

"A-anax-" And he shuts you up promptly.

"Quiet." He huffs, landing a sharp swat! against your achy clit, making you yelp out and jolt, which only subjected you to a few more of the mean slaps, smearing the wetness of your puffy folds onto his fingers. Your thighs eager to close shut as you struggled against the rope, hoping to escape from the sharp and almost overwhelming pleasure.

'Tch. You're still misbehaving, slut?" He scoffs. Pushing two of his fingers in at once, he relishes in the way you squeal at the sudden stretch. He gives you no time, incessantly hooking his fingers meanly into that familiar spongy spot with frightening precision, uncaring of the way your thighs tremble and press against the ropes. He presses his thumb right into your clit, rubbing tight and harsh little circles around the throbbing nub, finally showing it some attention.

"Please- that's t'much..!" You protest, trying your best to lift your head off the pillow to look back at him, but he isn't even looking at you. His eyes are fixed between your legs, his gaze intense, watching as he slowly rubs up and down your slit, neglecting your clit entirely before coming to circle around your weeping hole, not missing the way your breath hitches and you gasp.

"Too much? You were just begging for more but now it's too much? You don't really want me to stop though do you? I can feel you dripping onto my fingers. Filthy girl." He practically scolds you, pressing his fingers against your fluttering entrance, just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough for them to slip in, making you whine and writhe defiantly.

You can feel your orgasm building all too quickly as he expertly works his fingers inside you the way he's come to know, your whines and moans turning into whimpers and intelligible pleas for release.

"Why'd you d-do that?!" You cry out, and if you weren't tied up, he's sure you'd be kicking your feet against the bed like a child having a tantrum- maybe even landing a few hits on him.

"'m so close..!" You warn, but you don't need to. He knows your body well enough, maybe even better than you, and easily identifies the squeezing and clamping of your drooling pussy around his fingers. He doesn't reply to you, giving you the chance to enjoy the feeling before abruptly removing his fingers from your cunt, immediately landing a smack on your pulsing clit for good measure. Making sure you really felt the loss of your climax.

He ignores your whining and you hear him take ahold of something, you're about to look back until you hear an all too familiar buzzing.

"Please make cum..! Been waiting for so long- and I promise I'll be good!" You're spouting out whatever comes to mind, whatever you can say to convince him, and he just huffs out a dry chuckle at you, knowing that promise won't last long at all.

"Do you want to cum? Say please." He demands so meanly and to his pleasure, you don't even have it in you to resist.

"If you say so," and his nudging the jittery head of the vibrator right up against your clit.

The vibrator hums to life the second it meets your clit, and your entire body jolts, arching into the sensation with a gasp. Your wrists strain against the ropes as your thighs try to clamp shut out of instinct, but the way he has you bound denies you any kind of escape. You’re completely exposed, and the worst part is—

You know that’s exactly how he wants you.

"That's it. Cry for me," He murmurs, almost lovingly. Almost. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he rolls the toy in slow, torturous circles, keeping it just off center from where you really need it. You sob into the sheets, rocking your hips the little you’re able with how you're bound, desperate for friction. Desperate for any relief.

"Still think you’re in control?” he scoffs, fingers splaying across the swell of your ass as he watches you shake. “Begging like a little bitch in heat… I should’ve stuffed your mouth before starting—at least then you'd be less of a nuisance."

Your vision blurs with tears, but you can’t even bring yours to care. You’re too lost in the incessant onslaught of pleasure, your clit raw and twitching under the relentless pressure of the vibrator, which he now pins in place with the flat of his palm. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge again, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too tight.

"I-I can’t—" you choke out, voice wrecked.

"You can, and even if you can't, you will," He hisses, his voice sharp against your ear as he suddenly leans in close. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so. Not a second before. And if you do? I'll make sure your hopes of cumming disappear.”

The warning sends another shiver through your spine, making your cunt clench helplessly around nothing. The vibrator doesn’t stop—not even when your body starts to tremble violently, not even when you scream his name like it’s the only word you know.

He leans back, admiring the slick mess between your thighs, how helpless you look tied up and ruined before he’s even touched you properly.

Your first orgasm rips through you before you even know it’s happening— your body convulsing, toes curling as you sob into the sheets. You’re so pent up, so painfully needy, that the release hits you like a truck.

But Anaxa doesn’t stop.

He presses the toy harder against your clit, dragging it side to side as your thighs shake violently and your back arches off the mattress.

“Already? That fast?” he mocks, voice dripping with cruel delight. “Didn’t even give me time to enjoy it.”

Your voice cracks on a scream as the vibrator keeps working your sensitive bud, no time to come down, no reprieve.

Your second orgasm builds soon after, harsher and sharper than the last, your whole body twitching in protest as your hips twist helplessly against the restraints.

"A-Anaxa please—too much—too much!" you cry, tears hot on your cheeks.

“You said you wanted to cum,” he reminds you, utterly unbothered. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

He adjusts the angle, catching your clit just right, and you wail. He grinds it down meanly onto your pulsing little clit- relishing in the way you squeal and cry so loudly. He keeps up the firm rutting of the vibrator until he can see the tell tale signs of you getting close. The way you grow louder, more breathless, the way you go limp as you're right at the edge--

And then you snap. Tensing up completely as you cum.

It hits you like lightning. Your breath stutters, your body locks up, and your vision floods with white. You’re sobbing now, reduced to nothing by the raw sensation, drool smearing the pillow beneath you.

"Messy little thing," Anaxa hums, almost amused. "Look at you—crying from getting exactly what you begged for."

Your cunt clenches uselessly around nothing, dripping and overstimulated, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as he finally eases the vibrator off. You’re trembling, body completely limp, barely holding it together—and that’s when he speaks again, so casually it sends another tremor through you-

"You wanted to cum on my cock, didn't you?" he taunts, dragging the toy down slightly to tease your entrance, already fluttering and soaked. “That’s what all this fuss was about. And yet here you are—haven’t even been fucked, and you’re already this pathetic.”

You sob his name again, nearly delirious, the pressure unbearable now. Your whole body feels like it’s about to snap in half.

"Alright, slut. You’ve earned it." His voice drops, gravelly and dark with promise. "But I really hope you've learnt your lesson."

You hear the rustle of clothing—his belt unfastening, the soft clink of the buckle, fabric shifting as he strips. It’s slow, deliberate, like he wants you to feel every second of anticipation. You can’t see him, but you feel it—the moment his warmth returns behind you, the weight of his body settling between your thighs. One hand grabs your ass, spreading you open for his eyes.

And with that, he finally slides the vibrator away—and thrusts into you in one brutal, fluid motion.

This was going to be a long night.

a/n pt 2: HII SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WROTE HALF OF IT THEN LITERALLY ALMOST DIED BUT I'M OK NOW SO HERE WE GO!! HOPE U LIKE IT 👉👈😊😊 I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS

[iztarshi]

As a thought experiment I wonder whether Jayce and Viktor could have avoided working on the hexgates in favour of something directly useful to the Undercity. Leaving aside both the question of whether they know what the Undercity needs and whether they could avoid hextechs more mystical problems, they did genuinely want to help the Undercity, so what options did they have?

Going against the council is a problem because of hextech's weird quasi-legal status. They don't just need the council's approval to get funding, they need the council's approval to avoid being exiled.

I guess option one is just be exiled. This wouldn't just be from Piltover but also from Zaun, since the two places are one legal entity. Therefore this wouldn't be a good way to help Zaun since they'd just be somewhere else altogether. Also, neither of them want to leave. Jayce loves Piltover and Viktor loves Zaun.

Option two would be to go to Zaun. They wouldn't be able to do this legally, but lots of people in Zaun are hiding from Enforcers and doing things illegally, so it's probably easier to be technically exiled but not physically gone there than in Piltover. The first problem is that Piltover will flood the Lanes with Enforcers if it's sufficiently important and we see them do it over hextech a couple of times in canon. The second problem is that the people with the money to fund hextech in the Undercity are Silco or the chembarons, who work for Silco, and he's going to want weapons first and foremost. Also, he's not going to use the weapons only against Piltover. The chembarons especially would probably use them first and foremost to keep their own workers in line.

(The alternate universe Ekko visits suggests that re-uniting Vander and Silco is possible even with as far as Silco's gone by this point, and that united they present a much better option. However, Jayce and Viktor would have no way of bringing this about nor any idea they should.)

Option three would be to try to talk someone on the council around to sponsoring something less likely to make them money than the hexgates. Mel, as the one driving the council's investment in hextech, is the obvious option. However, she has her own reasons for focusing on the wealth and prosperity of Piltover - she's essentially trying to prove to her mother that it's possible to wind up in control of a prosperous city without cutting off anyone's head. It's a very different perspective - what she sees as a gentler option, control by capitalism rather than the sword, is to Viktor the violence he's used to seeing visited on his people and which is slowly killing him. I don't think it would be impossible for this to work, but it would require both Mel and Viktor opening up quite a bit and neither of them wants to.

There's also Cassandra, which is awkward because she already abandoned Jayce entirely rather than go against public opinion. But she (or possibly an ancestor but it sounded to me like her voice) did put the money into creating the vents, so there's evidence that she will try to help the Undercity without personally profiting off it. Being lauded for it, probably yes, but the hextech scientists can afford to let her have that, it's money they need. The semi-illegal nature of hextech and her unwillingness to do things that look bad come back again though, so who knows if she'd do it. If they'd considered it she might have been their best bet?

To be honest, I'm not sure any of these options would have worked. They could have worked on something other than hextech, but working on hextech required too much in the way of resources for them to step outside a system that was designed to funnel them into serving wealthy patrons.

[cccakessslicemeee]

Thoughts on nonsense that don't matter

Spoilers for fantasy high and also just fae bullshit in general

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Riz, the goblin king

Adine, the elven oracle

Both of which are insane titles/ positions to hold

Riz is told repeatedly to find a suiter and Adine gets gentle reminders since she has no problem telling the high elves to fuck off

Shit for the goblins is pretty rough. Riz is having a time trying to get the goblins from the fae wilds to accept and maybe stop being afraid of the written word? Its a whole thing. There are and have been massive book burns because all literature is bad and wrong. Riz really wants to put up schools and better goblin kind on a whole but the old beliefs and traditions are stubborn and convincing the elders to adopt new ideas is just.. a rock and a hard place especially since he wants to do it diplomatic

Anyway he's having a time

Adine wants to make it so the unseelie court and the elves stop beefing with the goblins. Its a whole thing.

Adine and Riz have a lavender wedding but it's strictly political/platonic and at first the high elves are pissed. How dare our Oracle attach herself to such a creature.

Riz and Adine jokingly start referring to one another as 'My beloved husband' or ' my darling wife' and ironically it's healthy because their marriage is just a cover and their friendship is pretty solid to begin with.

Plus like the whole matter of the 'sex' thing if it should even arise it's not uncommon for a king or a queen to have consorts or concubines or whatever. I like to imagine the goblin kings in the past were nasty bastards and it wouldn't be uncommon for people to assume Riz has half an army of concubines to pull from and Adine is the elven oracle so of course she's getting formal asks? Request? Whatever the official wording is she's getting letters where high elves are throwing themselves at her feet. Joy.

I like to imagine that the courts believe that they have a genuine romance (which is fucking sad because just being nice to the people around you shouldn't be a clear indicator of romantic love but apparently it is) because like they would be nice to one another and get each other food and drink and just check in at social events to be like all is well? I think at first while navigating the courts and the parties and just the fancy bullshit they cling to one another because they are the only ones they know at these things. Plus like they already DO love one another it's just not the typical romance. They absolutely do care about one another's well being so they arnt lying about that. Also like they would absolutely get teased over how 'they are taking their time to make an heir' and absolutely asked a shit ton of invasive questions.

"Mmmm yes oracle, I hear goblins are quite nasty while dancing in the bedroom but it seems as though you made it off your back alright."

Adine is horrified and pissed.

"I heard it was pretty rude to ask someone about their sex life, at a party with thirty other guests. You know if you're so interested in the sex life of goblins maybe you could, I dunno go flirt with one? Just a suggestion."

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Anyway waaaay after things settle Fabian comes to visit and he and Riz don't talk about what they have. But Fabian must see The Ball it's been far, far too long.

Adine absolutely playing match maker. Telling Fabian he should scale the wall and climb in through the window because she read it in a book once and it seemed very cute. It's not cute actually Riz gets spooked and blasts a hole in Fabians shoulder and he falls to his death. Fabian is so mad when he comes back. Riz is very apologetic but also like scolding Fabian for CLIMBING THROUGH HIS WINDOW!

Fabians is all like SHE TOLD ME TO

Adine shrugs. "Hindsight is fifty fifty I'm sorry."

Riz wants to know why she thought it was a good idea to even suggest this

Maybe this blows out of proportion and a rumor starts in the courts with the goblin king having a sexual appetite for elves or a secret lover. It absolutely blows the fuck up.

Maybe it's a lil joke between Adine and Fabian where he comes to visit and she's like 'ah how horrible. You've returned again to steal my husband. How can I ever compete.'

And Fabian has a dramatic monologue "Haha yes It is I FABIAN SEACASTER HERE TO WISK AWAY YOUR HUSBAND HAHA."

Riz hates it. It's so dumb but he'll play along. "Oh nooooo I'm being whisked away. Drat. How dreadful. Woe is me." And Fabian yoinks him up and they scamper away to the next room to have tea or whatever.

Fabian absolutely, out of spite masters the art of scaling walls and climbing into that window. It's so dramatic how could he not? It's adventurous.

Riz hates that but whatever. He hovers over the window while Fabian climbs and sweats the entire time as he goes worried he's gonna fall again. He doesn't. Gosh Riz always such a worry wart. It's way less dramatic when he does that.

I wanna ramble more but ugh I gotta sleep