#and on yet another hand we have ''i - a person with no ties to the region - am going to take up the cause of every social issue
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hello upper middle class northern usamerican tumblr user. i want to play a game. you will notice that you are in a super america convenience store in rural kentucky - you have three minutes to purchase a snack and drink of your choice and make normal small talk with the cashier. however, if you use the word "cryptid" or generally make reference to appalachia and its inhabitants as "wild", uncivilized, or lacking restraint around alcoholic beverages during your time here, i will personally tie you to the chassis of a four wheeler and tip it into the river. live or die. make your choice
#speak friend and enter#i can appreciate mothman as much as the next guy but can we stop treating appalachia like it's the subject of a richard attenborough doc#i come from a long line of hillbillies and i like to think i've got a good sense of humor about it but sometimes i am tested#like. this is not a lawless land with a moonshine still in every holler and nameless voices in the woods!! this is a normal town!!#idk maybe i'm reading too much into it but i'm just tired of the cultural fetishization of appalachia by people who aren't from here#and who don't know anything about it. like yeah you know mothman and what hooch is and that's all well and good#but do you know what the opioid epidemic really is. do you know about the structural injustices that keep people like mcconnell in power#i'm not saying you have to apply dialectical political analysis to every issue that occurs in the region to be able to have an opinion#but also like. i'm tired of people looking at places like where i grew up and making them into things they aren't#like. on the one hand we have ''ooh spooky hills!! run if you hear the trees whisper your name''#and on the other we've got ''isn't appalachia so depressing...so hashtag ethel cain core...shame it's got no value beyond aesthetics''#and on yet another hand we have ''i - a person with no ties to the region - am going to take up the cause of every social issue#occurring across the entire appalachian region so the world will see just how bad these poor hill people have it. i am very smart''#and like. it's frustrating#i'm not saying you should never speak about appalachia if something we have is interesting to you#nor am i implying that i want to gatekeep discussion of the region's issues to the community bc that won't accomplish anything#i'm just saying that like any place it's complex. it's got its good things and it's got its bad things.#and you shouldn't isolate the good from the bad or vice versa - especially if you don't know the context in which those things happen.#and for the love of god dont let your own ignorance cause you to boil down those issues into a reductive and inaccurate set of stereotypes#learn about us from us. not from tiktok not from movies and for christ's sake not from hillbilly elegy. i hate that fucking book#anyway that got weirdly serious but i mean it. putting appalachia as a talking point up on the shelf until y'all can speak intelligently#ok to rb
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Gonna put myself out here for a hot minute to remind everyone that the runner of a poll or little event on tumblr is not responsible for the replies/posts of everyone else in the fandom, nor do they have the power to stop people from reacting in any which way in the notes of their post without turning off reblogs and shutting down the entire thing full stop. I think we can all agree on that? They are not a discord mod, or the fandom's babysitter. Tumblr is the Wild West and by god none of us are the sheriff.
That's all ok keep on keeping everyone
#I think everyone can understand the wariness that comes with suddenly holding a giant megaphone?#and also the inbox is not your political confessional. for like.. the last time#if you have a point to make reblog or make your own post#Mac mumbles#this is getting sidetracked but#some of this stuff really does just look like ask bait. stop it#don't throw it onto someone else to suddenly have to reply or take the heat for. go off anon at least#you may not be intentionally mean about it but it's not nice. if you have a stupid point to make use your own blog to make it don't leech#off someone else's blog and watch them navigate the replies of an opinion You Made#if you're not sure how to figure out what sets a trap for a Tumblr user: stating an argumentative opinion or ranting about others behaviour#usually causes shit for the one answering the ask#because now their hands are tied and no matter how they respond they are probably gonna get shit#obviously this is less of a personal rant because as we have established today: I am the swing a bat at the hornets nest mutual#but yeah. be nice. don't send political discourse on anon into peoples inboxes if they haven't already brought up the topic.#its kinda a dick move. why not make your own post? oh its because you want Their Platform to boost your opinion? get out#if you wanted to have a conversation about it then dm them or send it off anon so they can reply properly#**privately#if you're worried you might get heat for it then ding ding! that is also a dick move! you know its a heated topic#and yet you hath brought it forth onto another blog so that They may be the one to carry the conversation#ugh sorry for the long rant this is just Such a pet peeve of mine#again I don't care much as a receiver but watching others get stuck in it is like... mrs anon sir. that was not nice#bad fandom etiquette etc etc#this goes double if its a generally positive or neutral blog. be annoyed on your own time
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squirting for the first time with jjk men?? đŤ
â SLIPPERY WHEN WET! â
sukuna, toji, getĹ, gojo, namami, choso. jjk men and their reaction to making you squirt for the first time
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warnings. fem!reader, degradation, squirting, overstim, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, p*ssydrunk men, dumbification, pussyspanking, toy usage, edging. MDNI
FUSHIGURO â TOJI
âhm? ainât no guy ever make ya squirt before?â he grunts. and youâre just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ânuh-uhâ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. âno babyâŚ? not even once?â
âno- donât think i can, i tried myself butâŚâ
he snickers. âsilly girl. trust me, you can squirt,â you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it wasâyet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. âwant me to test it out?â
âyeah,â you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a ây-yes.â
ââŚ.âyeahâ what girl,â he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and heâs still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. âtaught you how to speak to me. so letâs try that again.â
arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally saidâmaking you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.
âplease,â you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. âmake me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.â
âaw thatâs my girl,â he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. âbut oh, youâve been messy though, but thereâs nothing wrong with that, princess,â he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. ârelax for me, yeah? youâll feel it when it comes.â
âokay,â you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as youâre being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the insideâa coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. âokay okay o-okay.â
you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as heâs ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.
âgive it to me, girl.â he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..
âa-ah t-tojiâ!â you squeaked, and heâs so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, itâs so cute. âfuck, fuck. f-fuck, âs about to-â and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and itâs so warm and hot.
the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. âoh my g-god,â you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt downâleaning up close to you, direct and personal. âthere we go mama, my messy fuckinâ squirter,â he whispers, heâs pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. âyou made such a mess. howâs it feel?â
âgood. but feels w-wet toji.â
âeheh, well yeah girl, thatâs kinda the point.â he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.
SUKUNA â RYĹMEN
âhm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isnât enough for you?â sukuna teases and youâre laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like heâs holding them up for you.
you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. â...kuna âm not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..â
âyou are greedy,â he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, âbut sure thing.â he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way heâs fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.
you sucked your teethâfeeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.
âf-fuck, fuck, âs good âkuna...â
âi know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkinâ and start squirting.â and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. heâs so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good youâre doing.
âh-hurry up and make me then.â
âlittle girl, watch it.â he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.
your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. âthink âm getting close, f-fuck.â
âuh huh. fuckinâ bet you are.â he whistles in responseâgrabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. âlook at that, princess.
so eager to jusâ swallow me up.â and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and youâre just at the very limit. âcome on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.â
the minute you squirtâŚitâs embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and youâre already making a mess all over his base. âs-so good.â youâd cry out, and heâs staring at you.
a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.
âyouâre such a nasty girl,â he murmurs against your lips, you moanâtasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. âtell me youâre my nasty girl, baby.â
âi-iâm a nasty girl, âkuna.â you moaned.
he gives you a dead stareâand you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.
âiâm your nasty girl, âkuna.â you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.
âwhat a good obident girl. think i like you.â
NANAMI â KENTO
âyou sure sweetheart?â he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. âyou want me to make youâŚsquirt?â
âyes p-please, kento.â you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. youâre just a whimpering mess.
eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.
he chuckles. âoh babyâŚbaby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.â
âs-sorry kento.â
âaw, donât be sorry. squirt, princess.â he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.
the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.
you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.
âo-one more level kento.â
âmore? itâs gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.â
âp-please, need it. i wanna-â
you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and itâs so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.
the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burstâyour mouth slightly went agape, and youâre just stupid. ân-nanami.â
âso dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,â and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motionâmaneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. âeasy, âs okay. lie down on your chest. jusâ let go for me baby, yeah.â
âsuch a gorgeous girl,â he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. âlet me clean you all up with my tongue, âm your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.â
SUGURU â GETO
âoh? iâve made you squirt before, no?â he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.
âno,â you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. âdonât think you ever did...â
geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. âmhm hmm,â and heâs so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. getoâs happy trail was always appetizing to look at.
âthis your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.â he grins.
ââŚsuguââ and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.
âwanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,â and he groans how heâs so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. âyouâre a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhmâŚshit.â
he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.
ââŚokay,â you choked out, and he playfully leans back â tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.â
it felt so good, youâre dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, âs-sugu,â ââŚwant you sâbad,â and even, âyouâre so mean.â
he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. âgotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.â
his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. âf-feel it, suguru.â
âyeah? what are you waitinâ for then?â he purrs.
he chuckled at the sudden moments where youâd grow quiet â he knows how good heâs getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.
his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and heâs caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, heâs the one who slips off a whine. âs-shit..â
it came out a lotâŚ
let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. âdonât look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.â
SATORU â GOJO
âpretty please, âtoru,â youâd whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. âi wannaâŚwanna squirt.â
âi know you do,â he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. âare you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellinâ me, pretty girl?â
he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.
ââŚ.âm asking, s-satoru.â
he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. âokay. if thatâs what you want,â and his voice was so lowâa tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. âsince i know how impatient ân horny you are all the damn time, iâll make ya squirt in about one minute.â
a minute?
was that even possibleâyou always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, heâd make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.
âitâs gonna get messy, âm warning you,â he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip â before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. ânow, iâm gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jusâ relax for me.â
his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you donât want him to stop. âo-okay, satoru. okay.â
you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.
âsweet girl,â he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. âhear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, thatâs you.â
his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.
your brain doesnât even process youâre squirting before gojo lets off a, âoopsie,â the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to knowâand you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.
âaw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,â then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, âwant a taste? open your mouth.â
and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, âgood girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.â
CHOSO â KAMO
âb-babyâŚyou wanna do that?â choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. âum.. squirt?â
âyesâŚâ you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.
you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. chosoâs always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. heâs had sex sureâŚ.but he doesnât think heâs ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.
the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.
âokay baby, i can do it,â he murmurs in a soft voice.
he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, âlie back,â he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. âs-stimulate the umâŚg-spot a little like this,â he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, âo-ohâŚ.â
his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. âlike that c-choso, please.â
âiâm doing a good job?â he says, and itâs almost into a form of a whine. all because heâs so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. âokay, okay,â he mutters. âadd a little umâŚp-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.â
you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldnât because they were open.
your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. âm-more.â
âdonât wanna rush this baby,â he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video thatâs instructing speak.
he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. âbare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ân relax. can you do that?â
you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.
âc-choso, âs coming, âs coming,â you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.
ââŚfuck,â you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.
the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. âw-wow,â he whispers in shock â with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. âcan youâŚcan we do that again? please?â
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i just can't believe that oda fucking create sanji, a stereotypical ladies man who simps to an embarrassing degree for women while having his hackles comically raised around everyone he perceives as a man - and most notably butting heads with the more obvious ~manly man~ of the crew. haha, classic anime running gag, the kind that gets obnoxious at times but still makes you laugh.
AND THEN, like a billion chapters later, motherfucker steeples his fingers and goes "soooooooo... what makes a person Like That?"
and the answer is that he grew up in fucking Toxic Masculinity, The Kingdom. the answer is that he was always Different, in a way other guys instinctively perceived as weak, and that made him the target of visceral scorn and violence. the answer is that he was sensitive, sweet, caring, nurturing - feminine-coded traits which are only valued by patriarchy insofar that they're performed by women in service of men. the answer is that in a kingdom comprised almost entirely by violent men, the only ones who were ever kind to him, the only safety he ever had, were a girl and a woman.
so cooking is for women and servants, it makes you less of a man. only women will ever really value you for your passions and dreams. women are also actively hurt by the way the world works, they are unsafe unless they comply with men's violence, and you have to protect them.
(men will always know what you are, and they will hurt you if you let them.)
and even after he leaves... at baratie he is cherished and respected, but even that is an extremely masculine environment. we don't talk about our feelings, we don't let our guard down, the only love is tough love. when he tries to express his artistry and express himself through his cooking, rather than just filling orders and making money, he gets mocked.
so here is a man who will not raise a hand to a woman, because he rejects the masculinity he was raised with and refuses to become yet another man subjecting women to violence. he is desperate for women's attention and affection because it's SAFE, it's the only kind he can trust. other men are potential threats and must be treated as such. he must at all times be snarky, tough, Not Feminine, because to be perceived otherwise is to be powerless, to be hurt.
like y'all. the queer coding of it all? the overtly feminist themes? the active rejection of toxic masculinity and the way it's shown to be directly tied to imperialism? what the fuck.
#one piece#black leg sanji#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#one piece meta#i have more thoughts#I will yell about them later#When I'm not at work#With a literal baby on my arm#but anyway fuck the vinsmoke family#they fucked up a perfectly good bisexual is what they did
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đđđđđ đ¨đŤ đđđđđ[đđŤ]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryĹmen
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because youâre about to see what mess your words will have you end up in â and your clothes all torn up.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ⥠and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr
âNo.â
âOh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!â
âYouâre so fucking sick, you know that!?â You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.Â
A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, youâd be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.Â
But alas, that was not the case. Because youâre a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season â midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and youâll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.
Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcementâŚÂ
ââŚOnce again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to beâŚâ
And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: âDo you find those killers hot?âÂ
Thatâs how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunetteâs persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals â murderers, even! â attractive.Â
âHey, Y/n, I know you hear me.â Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. âJust answer the question: donât you think those guys are hot.â
âWe didnât come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.â Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why youâre here in the first place. âJust get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.â Thereâs nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.
However, âFirst of all,â your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. âIâm not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, youâve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!â
âYouâre such a weirdo,â the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.Â
Still, she persists. âY/n, look at the phoooone~â
No words, only tapping keys.
âY/n?â
The keys become louder.Â
âPretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?âÂ
Louder.
âY/n!!â
A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. Youâve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, âIf I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?â The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.
The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as âSukuna RyĹmen.â
You look at the pictures intently, examining the menâs features at your discretion. It didnât occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.
ââŚ.Well,â you cough. ââŚtheyâre not terrible looking at all. They areâŚ..hot.â
âTold you!â Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. âWould you fuck them?â
You almost popped a vein. What the fuckââis wrong with you!?âÂ
âItâs just a question, geez.â She holds her hands up defensively. âOr is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic âGolden Boyâ SGA president, Kento Nanami?â
You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. âS-Shut up! Donât bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts youâre thinking!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm boreeeeeeed. I donât wanna do this paper, ugh.â The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. ââŚMaybe I should get some dick after this.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm going to use the restroom.âÂ
You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattooâŚ
After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldnât that hurt? I wonder if thatâs the only tattâ And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.Â
âHey, you okay?â She asks you, but you arenât looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.Â
âDidâŚ..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?âÂ
âHmm? No, I didnât. Mustâve left while my head was on the table.â
âUh huhâŚâ you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you couldâve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact countyâŚ
Needless to say, you didnât touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.
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ââŚSo, why are you researching about the loose killers again?â
âHm? Oh,â you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call youâre on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. âNo reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.â
The person on the other side of the line hums. âYou should be careful about stuff like that.â
âYeah, I know, Kenty,â you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.
âIâm very serious, Y/n.â It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy âGolden Boyâ of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association⌠your loving and attentive boyfriend.
"I know you are."
"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Canât trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, donât go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked â doors, windows, everything.â
A deep sigh leaves your lips. âYeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.âÂ
No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, ââŚ.You scared?â
You donât answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasnât too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. ââŚKinda, yeah. A bit spooked.â
âYou want me to come up there and spend the night?â
âNo, no! You donât have to do that,â you hurriedly decline his proposal. âI know youâre busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldnât want you moving around so much; Iâd feel bad.â
You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. âDonât feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.â Another skip of the beat; itâll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.
âThank you, Kenty. But still, I know youâve got a lot on your hands. You donât have to see me right this moment. Besides, isnât Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Getoâs?â Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.
âUnfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can goâŚBut I can cancel and come oââ
âAbsolutely not.â Youâre quick to interject. âYouâve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo â cause you know heâll be there if Geto is â will be upset you couldnât make it.â
ââŚâŚ.Which one?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou have five toes on your left foot, so which oneââ
âKento.â He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. âHave fun, okay?â
Nanami hums. âIâll try. Iâll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?â
âPerfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!â
Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that itâs locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.Â
You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, youâd scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet â it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner â you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.
âŚ.Three Hours LaterâŚ.
The next time you open your eyes, youâre not in the room you left yourself in â let alone the bed.Â
Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.Â
The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mineâŚWait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where youâre lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You canât seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that thereâs some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.
What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why youâre here. Better yet, who brought you here?
âAh, look whoâs awake.â
You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesnât matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.
Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those werenât the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you â the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prisonâŚ!
Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you donât like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. âYâre a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lilâ simple.âÂ
A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. âWheâWhere am I?â
âCâmon now, little girl,â your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? âYâre supposed to be smart, right? You know thatâs the wrong question to ask me.âÂ
Okay then, think, Y/n, think⌠ââŚWhy did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I donât have muchââ The palm of Tojiâs hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.Â
âFor one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when yâre done using it.â There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. âIf we wanted to run yâr pockets, we woulda done so earlier.â He casually admits to you. âBut thatâs not why we brought ya here, so heâll explain it to ya.â
He? Wait, wait, we??
The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isnât the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose â now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain canât keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.
âWell, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?â Sukuna RyĹmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. âListen here, Iâll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?âÂ
You donât know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now shouldâve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, âAnd if I donât?â
It happened way too fast; your eyes couldnât even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you donât dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.
âI donât think you wanna know the answer to that question.â He says it so close to your ear that you couldâve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. âAnd donât you ever think youâre in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.âÂ
You gulp â a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck â and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. âAt least you follow things quickly.â He says while walking back to where he stood prior. âNow, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?âÂ
The mention of your boyfriendâs name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?
ââŚYes, I do.â
âGood. Next question,â You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. âWhere does he live?â
Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! âI canât tell you that.â
âTch, just when you were doinâ so good.â Sukuna sucks his teeth. âAnd why the hell not?â
âBecause I donât want you hurting him.â
He barks a laugh. âYou donât even know what weâll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.âÂ
The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. âWhy the hell do you want to know anyway? Itâs not like he knows you anyâHrckk!â
âWhat the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.â A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but youâd be lying that the pain wasnât getting to your head.
âAlright, Kuna, let âem go.â You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. âFor your information, princess, that kid does know us.â
Youâre coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. âHicâŚAck, whatâWhat are you talking about?â
Toji continues. âThat little friend of yârs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckinâ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, weâve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lilâ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.âÂ
âAnd now that we are out here,â Sukuna chimes in. âWe plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.âÂ
So much information hits you all at once that youâre not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it mustâve happened before the start of freshman year. And then thereâs the matter of these murders trying to kill him â the love of your life!Â
You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesnât live at home right now; heâs on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldnât handle that guilt; you just couldnât!!
âSo, whatâll it be, little girl?â Tojiâs voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. âYou can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and weâll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, weâll put you back to sleep, and youâll never see from us ever again.âÂ
Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriendâs life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!
âPlease, donât hurt him!â The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. âHe didnât do anything wrong. Please just spare him!â
âNo-can-do, brat.â Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt â or whateverâs left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see â to lift your upper body. âNothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.âÂ
Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. Youâre scared, so so frightened. But most of all, youâll do what you can to make sure your âgolden boyâ stands tall for you. âPlease, Iâll do anything! Anything you want, Iâll do it! So, please!!âÂ
Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. Thereâs nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.
âAnything, huh?â Itâs the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.Â
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âTch. Fucking brat.â Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesnât help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. âThis is your warning. You better do this right, or youâll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriendâs head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.â
Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think youâd end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukunaâs cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: âTry to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.â So, youâre literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems youâre doing a decent job keeping him going.Â
As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. âCâmon, baby, sit on my face. I donât biteâŚâ you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.
So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.Â
Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know youâll never hear the end of it from her if â by some miracle â she finds out! And youâll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.Â
ââŚFuuuck, hnngh! Itâs been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,â Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. âHeh, thatâs right. Keep those tears coming, petâŚYou seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking goodâOhhh shit, fucking shitâŚâ
You can feel Tojiâs lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. âMmmm, man. Itâs been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes âem feel good like this.â And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.Â
Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukunaâs girth thatâs currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesnât go unnoticed either; motherfukerâs tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think theyâre bound to explode on you.Â
ââAhhh, damn, Iâm gonna cum,â Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukunaâs expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. âYouâre cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whoreâMmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.â He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. Youâre stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until heâs finished.Â
He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Tojiâs is like.Â
Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. âYa taste good, you know that.â He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. âYou ready frâ me now?â He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what heâs talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didnât think youâd be able to have Sukunaâs in your mouth, youâre going to need a dietyâs grace to see what you can do with Tojiâs. âHeh, think Iâm too big frâ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?â
âSâShut up, stop bringing him up!â You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom youâre betraying right now. All for his sake, but stillâŚ
He chuckles at your reaction. âLittle girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.âÂ
Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? Iâve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.Â
It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. âMmmm, slow down, baby, slow it downâŚâ That was probably the only words heâs ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. âFuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.â
âIs that so?â Sukuna walks from behind. âCanât wait for me to have a go.â You couldnât even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. âGet ready, Iâm putting it in.â
âHuh?â Wait, both at the same time!? âHoâHold on, Iâve never done it in my ass befââ
âDoesnât sound like a problem to me; guess Iâll be the first then,â he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because heâs already set on doing it â his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels youâve loosened up, heâll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.Â
And he doesnât warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how youâre feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired manâs black shirt, Sukunaâs cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!
âAww, yâre making the pretty girl cry,â Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.Â
Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. âHmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,â you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. âLetâs get this show started.â
When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and youâre left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!
âCâmon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of yârs.â Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. âThere ya are. Good fuckinâ girl.â
Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You canât ever go back and say that you were his, and itâs because of these assholes!!
âŚAnd whatâs worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Tojiâs kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.
âHaahhâŚMmmphâŚDamn, this slut is so fucking tight.â Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. âHey, keep doing that. Think they like it.âÂ
With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesnât hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.Â
Itâs apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm thatâs climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. âGoin somewhere, dollface?âÂ
Oh, for fuckâs sake, let me come already!! ââAhhnn, ooohhhh!! Iâm about to cummmâIâm gonna breakâEeyahhh!!!
âThat so?â You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. âThen go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.â
Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both menâs cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Tojiâs chest.
âHmph, you really a pathetic pet.â Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. âChasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn bratâŚâ
You donât say anything â more like you donât have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmareâŚ
KentyâŚPlease forgive me, Iâm so sorryâŚ.
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You canât remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?
You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where itâs supposed to be â where youâre supposed to be.
A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You wouldâve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains â Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.Â
And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. Itâs a Saturday, 9 a.m. Heâd usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.
Recent Message from: ⥠my bby nanamiii âĄ
Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everythingâs okay. Iâm coming from Getoâs place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I donât want to intrude if youâre not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, weâll be there at around 30-45 mins. Letâs just relax this weekend, okay?
Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what youâve gone through, knowing that heâs safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything thatâs happened.Â
You send a heartwarming reply saying youâll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets hereâŚ
However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. HuhâŚI definitely didnât have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.Â
And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world â worse than the autumn breeze.
Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Hereâs water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldnât wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.
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HALF OF MY INBOX IS SIREN READER !! dw, i got you guys. ( also i got a lot of love in my inbox. !! thank you so much for the support. youre so sweet , im looking at đ anon ily ) summary: sevika saves your scales.
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The night after you met Sevika, you followed her ship, even throughout the darkness. The celebratory crew could be heard on the deck, along with the clanking of glasses and music.
Although this wasn't what you were interested in, you were interested in a certain captain. You assumed she didn't bother with the celebration and got bored swimming alongside the ship.
Eventually, it had come to a stop in the late night, now sitting in the dock of a well-populated island. You eyed the people that stepped off, and your gaze landed on Sevika.
She was hard to miss, her large stature and intricate outfit stood out amongst the crew, ultimately declaring herself captain. There was a sort of swagger in her walk, perhaps from booze or maybe exaustion.
Whatever the case, you were interested.
You couldn't get too close to land, deciding to lurk around the harbor instead. You ducked under the water upon hearing any movement or voices. Being this close to population was no place for a siren, especially such as yourself.
Any fisherman or pirate alike would take take you up and pawn you for a pretty price. So you heeded in your movements. Luckily, you were a skilled enough swimmer that you made little to no sound whilst in the water, barely leaving behind a ripple.
The sun was just now rising, and you assumed Sevika would be looking for a place to stay the night. There was no way you could wait around that long for her to come back. But that doesn't mean you didn't want to.
To your delight, a group of men swarmed to talk on a dock near you, and their conversation was full of exactly what you wanted to hear.
Sevika.
They were pirates looking for a crew, and from the looks of them, quite experienced pirates.
"She's headed to Shank's motel. Shall we give her a visit?"
"This late at night, man. You've got to be spewin' some blige. She'd flog you just at sight."
"Aye. Migh' as well wait till' morn' "
You grew closer to their spot, itching to hear more. Your head nearly bumped against the old wood due to your closeness.
Suddenly, a hand was in your hair, but unlike Sevika's, it was clammy and gross.
You screeched at the intrusion, being pulled out of the water.
A fourth man.
How could you let your guard down so easily?
"Now, what's a stupid lass like you doin' so far out at bay."
You crained your head up to be met with a severely shredded bald man. You clawed at the hand on your scalp and thrashed. The sting threatened to bring tears to your eyes, and you opened your mouth for a song.
The knowing man slammed your face down onto the wood, stopping you in your tracks.
"Fuck. This one be a siren, but the harder the catch, the more the prize is what I say."
Another voice came from your left.
"Knock 'er out, and I'll grab a net."
A blunt thwack was heard before your vision went dark.
..
Sevika had tied her boat to a post before leaving her crew to find a place to eat, preferably not a bar where she knew the rest of her men were headed. Having enough to drink, she sat at a stand selling calaloo and threw a few dabloons on the counter silently, waiting for her meal.
Her mind wasn't on anything except for you. The ruler of the Seven Seas was enamored with a mer-person.
How fitting.
She thought about the way your eyes sparkled when she told you stories, looking at her like no other. How your cold hands were so gentle when you touched her. Your soft lips against hers.
I mean, how much deeper could she fall.
Having been so engrossed in thought, she barely noticed the whispers around her. Barely. She, of course, was the talk of the town.
She intimidated people just by taking a seat next to them, so casual yet making everyone at the stand turn to glance at her. It wasn't often that Sevika bothered with mundane tasks such as eating anywhere but a bar, and nobody really saw her face anywhere except for wanted posters.
Although it was a picaroon town, and there was no way anyone there would bother to turn her in or snitch, she still pushed her plate away and got up to fend off the prying eyes. (Picaroon means pirate)
Her buckled boots thudded against the dirt road, now on the way to the nearest inn. She was almost desperate for a nights sleep without rocking on the mad waters.
Upon entering, a large man stomped past her, eager to get somewhere, she was just about to grab him and slam him into the nearest counter before her attention was interrupted.
"Them chowder-headed fools caught themselves a real jem, aye?"
"Heard theys' puttin' 'er up for auction"
That was never a pretty thing to hear. It either meant low-life pirates snagged themselves an expensive treasure, or worse, a living treasure. But it wasn't rare that a fisher or pirate just so happened to find a large, human-like fish in their net and put her on the market, so Sevika paid it no mind.
She did linger on the fact that it might be the one person on her mind at the moment but quickly shook away those thoughts. You were smart, quick. Theres no way any man would have you that easily.
When she approached the counter for a key, the shop-keep laughed, "What? You want a room? I think you ought to pay the stands a visit, its the first auction in a week."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his words, her head dipping into her previous thoughts again.
I guess it wouldn't hurt to make sure.
So she drug her tired and heavy legs right back across town for the sliver of a chance that it might be you.
..
You awoke with a harsh throbbing in your head, feeling cold and dried up. Through blurry vision, you could make out the steel bars, closing you in. And a loud voice,
"Another bid for 300 dabloons !"
Fuck. It's what you've been dreading all your life. You got caught due to your lack of awareness and clumsiness. Inwardly cursing at yourself, you grabbed at the bars and shook violently.
"Look, she's awake. How do we feel about upping the price now that we can see her pretty eyes."
The man stuck his fingers in your enclosure and tilted your chin up. At that moment, you became aware of the metallic muzzle on your face, keeping your jaw in place. You glared up at him, knowing you'd bite him if you could.
He pulled away when you jerked your head forward, as if making the motion to bite him. He laughed loudly, and another bid came from the crowd.
"500!"
The men yelled and whooped at that. You thunked your head against the bars, the loudness ringing in your ears. You can't believe you got yourself in this mess for a pirate.
It was just hollering and laughing for a while before the man beside you spoke,
"500, Aye? Going once.. going twice.."
"A thousand."
A heavy female voice stood out amongst the rest, sounding angry and tired. Your eyes darted around, looking for the source of the voice, but another shrill voice spoke up.
"1000? Is this woman kidding? 1500."
The men's laughs roared in again, smacking the mans back and slinging booze. A tall figure stepped out of the shadow, cigarillo in hand, and spoke, "Double it."
All went quiet as they eyed Sevika, her arm crossed over her chest as she brought a mechanical hand to her lips to take a drag. She blew the smoke from the side of her mouth, making a taller male cough.
Your eyes widened, and fingers gripped the bars steadier. When you made eyecontact, you could have sworn her eyes went soft for a moment before she looked to your captor.
"Well.. any final bids..?"
He spoke seemingly frightened and pleased with himself all in one moment.
Nobody spoke against Sevika, as a captian never had a bounty over their head for a reason. And her bounty was hefty.
There were no protests as she pushed her way through the crowd, seemingly more violent than usual. She put her cigar out on someone's forehead, the small tiss, standing out against silence.
Her boots clunked as she ascended the stairs and plopped three brown bags atop your cage. You looked up at her, but she wasn't looking back. Her metal hand was grabbing the key from the mans hand and pushing him backward in one motion.
He stumbled, but you looked away to eye Sevikas human hand swiftly unlocking the cage. She held her hand out to you, dark hair shadowed her eyes, and hid her expression from you.
She was who you were here for.
You hesitantly grabbed her calloused hand, and immediately, she lifted you into her arms. Now, looking into the crowd, her menacing expression was highlighted by the dim torches that surround the stands. Her cape was draped over your tail and bare torso, shielding you from the cold, and more importantly the people.
As she was stepping down the stairs, she saw your muzzled mouth, and her expression got a tinge darker. No words needed to be spoken as she balanced you with her human arm and knee, tearing the straps of the muzzle off with a sharp finger.
It was almost instinct to hum a siren song, but before your vocal chords could start, you saw her expression and buried your face in her sturdy torso. It was the look of warning, a warning that you obeyed.
Pirates gawked at the sight of her carrying you past the crowd of people. Nobody dared to reach out and touch you. Some people didn't even dare to look at you. You kept your gaze on Sevika's clenched jaw and torn expression. The angles of her face were more prominent at this angle, you would blush at the sight but your nervousness didn't allow it.
Her grip on your tail was firm, yet gentle, human arm cradling your torso without complaining about the coldness. You weren't one to be drawn to the warmth of a human, but found yourself pressed closer against her body. You now shut your eyes to rid of the feeling of stares and judgement.
As she carried you down the dirt road back to the inn, she spoke in a frustrated tone, "You are the stupidest fish ive ever met."
"And you're the sappiest pirate ive ever met."
..
When Sevika stepped into the inn with you in her arms the keep gawked at you. You were cradled like a baby, weightless in her hold. She kept a stern gaze as he passed her the keys with a room number attached "56".
The people that sat in the inn waiting room averted their eyes, shrinking under Sevika's cold grey eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed, making you want to reach up and rub the wrinkle between them.
She walked up old rickety stairs, almost bending under your combined weight and turned left down the hall to the room. It was surprisingly quiet, and you were able to hear the woman's ragged breaths. Sevika was obviously worn out and tired from her day, and still came to your rescue.
How heroic.
She effortlessly shifted you to one arm, making sure your head was steady against her shoulder and creaked open the wooden door. Your tail barely brushed against the ground, her height compensating for the length.
"I needâ," you spoke, before she cut you off with a grunt.
"Water. I know."
Opening the door to the bathroom, she sighed at the size. It was almost too small to fit her large frame and your long tail.
Dropping you into the tub gently, she turned the knob for cold water. "Want me to sprinkle in salt?"
You genuinely couldn't tell if she was joking, "No, no it's okay," You laughed, humming at the feeling of water on your tail.
"Why did you let yourself get caught," Sevika said, more as a statement than a question.
"I wanted to find you.. and I succeeded.. mission accomplished?"
She shook her head and bent down to accommodate for the space between you. She put a warm hand to your cheek, eyes soft and almost concerned, "Don't go looking for me like that again, danger follows me closely."
You giggled at her seriousness, despite being roughed around and almost being sold as fish food (or worse) you felt somewhat at ease. The woman at your side brought you a strange feeling of comfort, comfort that the sea never brought you.
"I guess ill just have to follow you closer."
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Are You Mine?
âââââââ ¡ ¡ How Could You Refuse? (pt.3)
Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader
â ¡ ¡ SUMMARY: No matter how hard you try, your body, your mind, heart, and it seems that every other person you meet all agree on one thing, you and Jayce.
â ¡ ¡ TAGS: female pronouns used, light angst, fluff, touch as a love language, jealous! and protective!Jayce (no seriously), HIGHLY suggestive themes, kissing, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce.
â ¡ ¡ MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,026
â ¡ ¡ SERIES MASTERLIST
â ¡ ¡ A/N: I'm just obsessed with these two... and I hope you guys are as well ;)
âââââââ ¡ ¡
â ¡ ¡ Pulling your white lab coat over your dress and zipping up your boots, you locked your door and made your way to the laboratory- excited to take your mind away from silk and ties to formulas and equations.
â ¡ ¡ You smiled softly, greeting everyone in the halls as they each waved and said their "good afternoons!" You were always shocked by the kindness of everyone and their ability to recognize you even when you did everything in your power to stay tucked away where you were comfortable (yet Jayce always had a secret power of teasing you out and into the public's eye)
â ¡ ¡ But just as you were to step into the elevator and swipe your card, a dozen voices called out to you, an older student guide running after them, their parents staggering behind as your shoulders tensed before you turned around. "Miss (name)! Miss (name)!," they all begged and cheered once seeing your face. You smiled softly, "Good afternoon everyone" you greeted as they all came running, wide eyes and smiles.
It was a new potential batch of scholars that were visiting the school for the afternoon, you shook your head forgetting what day it was today as you shook each of their hands, their guide, a younger peer of yours in the biology wing winced, apologizing. "Miss (name) is a very important and highly influential public figure that you all appear to know... and they are also on a strict schedule-"
"Can we just ask a few questions?" "yes, can we please?" the students beg and you see some of the parents begging as well as the guide who looks over to you with equal pleading eyes. You sigh, "Only a couple, I have a meeting with the Councillor soon," you explain as they ooh and ahh. You tuck your books close to your chest, trying to hide the shaking in your hands.
"Whats it like working with Councillor Talis?" you giggle at the question, shaking your head, letting your hair cover your face. "I have worked with the Councillor for nearly a decade now and I can say that he is a brilliant man that puts the care of others before himself, and I am here to make sure someone is there to ensure he can work in prime condition." The student thanks you, taking a step back as a another steps forwards.
"I really love your dress, where did you get it?" you look up with a small smile watching as the student hangs on to your every word, "A friend made it or well got it made for me on my work-anniversary," you explain.
"Whats your favourite part of your job?" You hmm, thinking or your answer as you shuffle the books in your arm. "I really enjoy being able to listen to Councillor Talis's and Mr. Viktor's ideas and plans as they work them out piece by piece- getting a touch of their genius is nothing short of pure magic." They take a step back as you look at your watch, one more question...
"Mrs. Talis, I must say that-" you can hear a few of the students gasp and giggle as you go bright red and stare at your shoes before clearing your throat, "I'm afraid I'm not his mother, that is a special role for Miss. Ximena, Leader of House of Talis," you explain as the parent apologizes, going to pick up your hand yet you take a step away, picking up your head, "I'm afraid I must take my leave, please, enjoy the rest of your tour." You swiftly stand back inside the elevator, watching as the doors close in front of your face yet catching parts of the leftover conversation.
"I mean I thought that they were together?"
"Dad you're so embarrassing! Ugh, just because a pretty and smart lady is beside a man does not mean that they're together!"
"Well, son, every time I see that man looking at that woman like she hung all the stars in his sky..." This has to stop, you told yourself.
âââââââ ¡ ¡
â ¡ ¡ You were surprised to see just Viktor in the laboratory today, but you were overwhelmingly thankful for it as you took your safety equipment from off the rack and walked over to stand behind Viktor who was currently holding a piece of chalk to his chin in contemplation
"I'm not one to miss others, but a morning without your coffee was nothing short of a funeral," you snorted, "Aww, I didn't know you would miss me so much Viktor. I promise to stay with you every moment of the day," you tease to hear a scoff.
"Please don't. I don't need another earful from Jayce," your eyebrows shoot up as you pour and mix Viktor's coffee before handing it to him and pick up a piece of chalk, silently fixing a missing digit as he curses underneath his breath. "Jayce already came in?" you question, taking a look at your watch again.
"Yes, just left with Mel," you hum, tapping your foot as you look over the final answer before moving up the latter and fix another portion. "Thats it?" Viktor comments, taking a sip of his coffee, doing his best to hide his pleased reaction as you look over your shoulder before sliding with the latter over to the other side. "Whats it?" you retort.
"I mean, you and Jayce are the same entity... I was surprised to... not have you this morning," Viktor explains, sitting down to rest his leg, watching as you work and fix his diagram. "No, that was correct," he comments- "Its a .5" you say back before sharing rolled-eyes.
"If you want to say you missed me, Viktor in your own little ways, it's okay, I already understood the first message and I have missed you too," you don't turn around while speaking, drawing the hexcore from memory at this point.
"That was not my, 'message,'" Viktor says in a monotone voice, "I was saying that Mels presence... is to be a one time occurrence, yes?" You laugh, stepping down before rolling your chair over to sit beside Viktor, opening up one of your journals with last weeks trial information. "I didn't know you to be so outspokenly political, Viktor," you tease- not quite touching again on what Viktor was trying to say.
His brow furrows, sharp lines coating over his features in annoyance. "And here I thought you to be smart-" you lightly slap his arm, "Viktor!"
"What I'm trying to say is that I much prefer having you and Jayce." You let the words linger in the room and swim in your head before speaking up, "Well, you would be of the few wanting that, not even myself," you stand, passing the papers over before heading back towards the doors. "I will be back to write down the final findings of today, do remember to eat the lunch I placed in the fridge," Viktor nods waiting for the door to be closed before sighing, Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.
âââââââ ¡ ¡
â ¡ ¡ You knock before entering Jayce's office, confused as to why you do not see him there. You take a minute, sitting in front of his desk, waiting and watching as the minutes tick over... Now that you think about it, you didn't see him since leaving him in the hallway that night...
â ¡ ¡ You check the library, check the lab again to see Viktor stumble awake and act like he was working the whole time, you roll your eyes, yelling at him to eat before closing the door again. You even walk towards the councillor room, nobody bats an eyelash watching you go around into these spaces as you scurry your way out of another empty room.
â ¡ ¡ The day was almost nearing finished now and you needed to go over what Jayce would be doing and showing for his years Progress Day. And with little locations left, you took off towards the House of Talis in search of the Man of Progress
â ¡ ¡ The guard smiled at you, a white glove welcoming you inside as you cleaned off the bottom of your boots and walked down the hall. You smile remebering the first time you came into this home when you first started working for Jayce. How it was just his mother to fill the space, you were thankful that Jayce had hired people to help her around the home- provide her company as you and Jayce had become more and more busy.
â ¡ ¡ "Councillor Talis?" you called out, listening to how your words echoed in the empty space before being received by not the Talis you were looking for but Ximena.
"Hello dear," she greets you, arms wrapping you up into a hug as she pressing a kiss on to your cheek. You flush, mouth opening and closing before squeezing out a small "hello" back to her chuckle.
"As timid as the first time, I did hope that Jayce would get you to come out of your shell more. Please, our home is your home, be comfortable, would you like some tea or coffee maybe?" Mrs. Talis asks, still holding your hand as she leads you into a sitting room. Tall windows invite the setting sun to flood the space in warmth.
Now that you are sitting, you can truly take in the whole feeling of the plush furnishings and various pictures of a younger Jayce upon the walls. You smile at the woman before you, "A tea would be wonderful, can I help-"
"No! no- you do enough already, dear. Please, allow me," you feel immensely bad, a noble woman pouring your own tea? You could feel your own mother rolling in her grave- screaming at you. Picking at the small jewellery you wear you jump as a cup is being presented in front of your face.
"Now, tell me. How is my boy Jayce doing?" She asks with hopeful eyes looking into your own. You tilt your head, hand brushing behind your neck that causes the woman to smile even larger, "Umm, I was hoping that you would know where your son is actually. I have spent the day looking for him," you explain. Her smile drops and all you can feel is guilt.
"I'm sure he's okay! I mean I've watched him train-" you think back to him shirtless, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at you, "a-and he can defend himself! he always has staff and the guard around to help and-" you start to rattle off answers before becoming shushed by the wave of a hand as you fold your hands in your lap. "I must tell that boy off, you poor thing, you shouldn't have to be running after him," she shakes her head, apologizing to you instead as she calls a staff member over, whispering something into their ear as they both stare at you and the staff leaves.
"I must say, dear. You looked stunning in that gown last night, I loved seeing all the pictures of you and Jayce together," you place on a tight smile nodding your head along to her words as you sweat, remembering how you ripped into her "dear Jayce" last night. Now that you think about it... you hope the collar to your shirt is high enough from last night, shit, so thats what people have been staring at... Somehow Ximena Talis catches your thoughts as she laughs, "It's alright dear," your cheeks warm, "I'm thankful that my son has chosen someone like you," she clarifies and you feel sick, "someone of clear morals, intelligent and kind. The true definition of beauty."
But before you can explain that you and her son were not in fact together, the doors open once more and a stoic Jayce Talis is accompanied by Mel. You and her share a nod and smile to one another, you feel Jayce's stare as you stand and bow your head slightly. "Good evening, Councillors," you greet.
"None of that now, (name)," Jayce shuns you, walking over and pressing a kiss to his mothers hand. He then moves to you, leaning down, your heart pounding in anticipation yet he stops, standing back upright and clearing his throat as Mel walks back to his side. "There was something that needed to be discussed?" Jayce asks, taking a seat as Mel sits on the arm of his chair, I remember doing that in his office- you close your eyes, no, not anymore. Professionals- remember, professionals...
"Yes, Councillor Ta-" Jayce glares- hard at you, daring you to continue your words. "Jayce," you correct yourself with squinted eyes as he nods, leaning away from Mel to focus on you entirely. You watch as his mother leans back, smiling behind her teacup. "I needed to talk with you about your Progress Day preparations and what Viktor and I found from todays tests."
Jayce stares at you for a moment, taking in the small exchange you and Mel shared earlier before he connects two and two together for what happened at the party. But just as he connects that answer, he is left with a dozen new ones. Why push me away now? Why shy away? Do you not understand how much you mean to me? Can't you see this is so much more than just "work"? Why don't you love me? Why... don't you... why? Is it me? Am I the problem? What do I need to do, to change, to get you to see me?
"Mel and I have Progress Day handled already, sweetheart, (name). Now what did you two find?" His smile appears forced, his hands fidgeting as his eyes tip down, watching at how you play with the rings on your fingers. Its like watching two computers talk to one another, Mel cringes, starting to feel out of place as she stands and sits down on another chair, watching you both with curious eyes.
â ¡ ¡ Jayce looked pained his muscles flexing to keep him sitting in place. His eyes were wide, head nodding along to your every word- transfixed. It was like you had casted some sort of magical spell over the man- desperate to touch even an essence of you. Mel watched as you stuttered once seeing his stare on you, watched your adorable fidgeting and animated explanations, you truly came out of your shell taking about what you were confident in, she was beginning to understand Jayce's words when speaking about you.
"She can explain anything, can find just the right words or know want I need without even looking. Sometimes I swear she even knows I'm thinking about her and when our eyes meet, I feel sick in the best way. She is the perfect woman and I want to... meet whoever get's lucky enough to be with her..."
â ¡ ¡ Mel, blinks, bringing herself back to the present. "I-I, or well, Viktor and I found that by positions the runes at .5 of a degree southwards inline with the sun results in more power coming from the vessel... we did a small test on one of your hammers, its force is nothing short of incredible,-" you lose yourself, taking a mile a minute as you open up your books and show, it starts to feel just like old times again as Jayce almost falls out of his chair to look more closely at your drawings, nodding along as he flips back and forth between designs.
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â ¡ ¡ Ximena Talis's small smile is now a full born smirk as she tips her head over to Mel, "they really are perfect for one another, are they not?" she says. Mel does not reply right away, you both were just... working and yet Jayce was so animatic and attentive with you. Pulling your hand from picking at your skin, flipping the page for you as you rattled off statistics before he was not even speaking fluent English, only numbers that you jotted down with ease and precision; keeping up with his every thought.
That once stoic Jayce that she entered the room with was nowhere to be found as he looked just about ready to fall into your lap and have you pet his hair. "They work well together," Mel answers. Not looking at the raised chin she received. "Hm," Zimena scoffs, "I knew she was the one the first time I met her. Jayce refused to orbit anywhere without her in reach. At first I was scared to see my boy jump to confidence so quickly, to put himself out there, but when we sat and had dinner together. I could see why he was pushing himself so hard- it was for her. Always for her even if he chooses to say else wise." Mel looks at Jayce's mother as they both exchange a silent conversation... she never had a chance.
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â ¡ ¡ You both are breathless, now sitting on the same couch after your discoveries. Jayce looks down at you, at your exposed neck before his heart hammers and burns in his chest like stakes through his heart. He keeps uncovering answers tonight and now he wants them to stop appearing.
You catch his look, moving your hair and not meeting his furrowed brows. You watch a fist form in his lap his hand grip the couch from behind your head. He leans in, uncaring, or well... too caring, as usual as you turn away, exposing the markings again. "I want you to listen to my speech this weekend before the event," Jayce says, a statement rather than a question. You think back on your already planned weekend plans yet all you can see his Jayce's honey eyes staring into your own, drinking you in and leaving you breathless, How could you refuse?
You nod, watching as he smirks before offering a hand, holding it, his thumb rolling over your knuckles in an effort to soothe himself more than you it seems and leads you out towards the door.
But before you can put on your coat and leave, he pulls your arm back, pressing your back against the wood door and your chests together. Your eyes go wide, a small gasp leaving your lips that his eyes flicker down to. He brings a hand up to circle your cheek before resting his forehead against your own, "A night without you, your words, your touch... helped me to remember how much I need you-"
"You have me, Jayce," you say albeit a little breathless and overwhelmed. You pray that Mel and his mother don't come after you both soon, or maybe you did, you didn't know what to think honestly while being enveloped in with warmth.
"No, I," he sighs, "I know that but," Jayce appears frustrated, brining a fist up beside your head before he steps back, gripping his hair. You extend you head, touching his shoulder gently feeling him take breaths. You stand up on your toes, pulling his chin down to look at you, "Jayce, hey, you can tell me anything you know that right? I'm your assistant, I am meant to help you with anything-"
"Help me?" Jayce asks softly, you nod, eyes welling with concern. You hadn't seen him this way not since Viktor had been getting more and more ill... "I need you to kiss me."
You blink, the words not quite reaching your ears as he places his head on your shoulder. "what?" you ask, looking back at the doors you exited form, still closed. "I need you to kiss me."
"Jayce!" you whisper shout, his hair tickling your neck as he grabs your hips, a part of you missing the feeling of his large hands on your body. "Are you alright?" you ask, starting to feel his head for any bumps and body for any bruises. He groans from your touch.
"No. I'm not since you don't understand," his grips tightens as you whimper, "you are mine. You are everything to me. I don't care what anyone else says or thinks, I only think- feel you. I cannot function without having you close, I need to hold you, to-to touch you to even have a chance speaking properly and you ground me more than anyone else could, more than I would allow anyone else to."
You shake in his arms, gripping his shoulders, his words shocking you to your core. "Jayce-I" he can already hear the hesitation in your voice. "Whats holding you, holding us back?" he asks, looking at you again, you know you cannot lie.
"I'm you assistant, Jayce-I-I-" Jayce lets you go and all you can feel is cold without his touch. You cross your arms, shivering in your coat.
"You're fired then, what else I need to do to make you want me, make you need me," Jayce says, you gasp, Jayce is completely serious, his strong arms crossing over his own chest as he stares you down, "and before you go saying you have a boyfriend, I know it was a one-night stand." You roll your eyes at him- wrong choice.
Jayce pulls you outside once hearing the room stir from behind you both. You feel as though it is that night in the hallway again as he walks through the streets, the cool night air kissing your skin as Jayce pulls you away and back to his apartment. "J-Jayce! You're not acting like yourself, please," you beg for what you don't know yet he does nothing to reply not until you both are inside then and suddenly, his mouth is on yours and you can't help but lose the feeling in your legs and fold into his touch.
Jayce grabs your neck, pressing his lips harder against your own as his tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. You pull at his jacket, forgetting yourself, forgetting the setting in this moment before pulling away- gasping for air before Jayce is pulling you back in for another, not giving you time to think. His lips paint over every mark and indent in your skin as if trying to make you forget.
Your breath gets cut off for a second as he licks at your collarbone, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, "Jayce," you moan out his name as he growls kissing you, swallowing your words. You grip at the material of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, you can feel him smile against your skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses up your neck and behind your ear in which he playfully bites.
Jayce's voice is deep, his words short as he whispers them only for you to hear, "I love you." You freeze taking in your first deep breath, your eyes fully open to look into his own, you can see just how scared he is in this moment yet so ready to lose it all just for the chance of being with you. Your heart hammers you can feel his own pounding against your clothes that feel way too hot in this moment.
"I love you too, Jayce," you say, he kisses your cheek. "Say it again," he commands, picking you up by the back of your things. You wrap them around his waist, squealing as your back hits a plush bed. You look up, watching as Jayce removes his shirt. Your lips parted, hair spread out like a Halo behind your head, your legs still parted to leave space for him as he leans down on his forearms, encaging your head.
"I-I love you," you say again, this time a bit more timid than he likes. He rolls his hips into your own as you cry, "Say it again."
"I love you!" you say with a bit more confidence, nails reaching up to feel the muscles of his back. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose, "I love you too."
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â ¡ ¡ A/N: don't ask I don't know what came over me to write this last section LMAO. So... part 4 anyone, part 4 LOL jk jk... (unless?) đ
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Opposites Attract
Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?
Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.
Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.
As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.
"Hey D. You ok?"
Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.
"You know I've got your back. Right...?"
"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."
Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.
Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.
"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"
"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"
"C'mon D... don't be like that-"
"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.
"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"
"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"
Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"
"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."
"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"
"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"
Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.
Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.
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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.
Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.
Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.
His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'
"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...
Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.
"Ow..."
A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.
"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."
Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"
A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.
Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.
Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.
"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.
"Thank you-"
"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."
What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'
You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"
"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"
Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.
His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"
"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."
The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."
"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"
"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"
"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"
A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."
"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.
Later That Evening
Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.
No sign of her yet...
Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.
Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-
"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."
Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."
"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"
"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"
Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.
He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.
Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.
"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!
"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."
The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.
"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."
D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."
After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.
Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.
Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-
"What's... that on your shoulder?"
"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"
"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."
A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"
"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."
"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"
Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."
"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."
Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.
Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."
Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"
Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."
A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."
"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."
"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."
The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."
Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.
A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"
"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."
A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.
The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"
Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.
"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"
Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."
"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."
Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-
Crunch!
Snap!
D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.
"Wait! What are you doing?-"
Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.
"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"
Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.
For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.
"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.
The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.
I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...
H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?
But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.
"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"
"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."
D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.
"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"
Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"
His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."
"Sounds perfect."
D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."
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switch! doppelgänger francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses
summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis
wc: 1.4k
content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis
authorâs note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyoneâs preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!
âhhGHK-â
âcanât hear you that well down there, francie. speak up fâme?â you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldnât fit with two hands.
another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcateâs pitiful state. âis that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?â he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
âcâmon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckinâ on thatâŚâ his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. âiâm different from this loserâŚâ he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.
âm-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!â francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but thatâs what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.
you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. âdonât forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,â you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.
âyeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,â you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francisâ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.
his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.
you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. âactually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down thereâŚâ you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.
you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. âhaagnhâŚâ he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. âc-cum on my tongue, pleaseâŚâ he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.
âsuch a needy boy. always wanting more than what youâre given, huh?â you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.
âthatâs why i have him. to help me discipline you,â you pulled at doppelâs bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. âcâmere francie. up on my lap,â you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.
he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.
âdoppel, câmere sit on francieâs thigh,â you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francisâ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francisâ spread thighs.
âw-whatâre we doing?â francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.
your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. âjust punishing you,â you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francisâ pants, palming him through his underwear.
your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francisâ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.
âo-oooH! hnnghhâŚw-why through my s-shirt?â he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.
you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. âgHK! y-youâre too, mnGHHK, rough!â he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.
it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.
doppel wasnât neglecting francisâ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francisâ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copyâs sensitivity.
âfeel good, francie? squirminâ so much, hm?â you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an âoâ, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. youâd tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.
âg-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhhâŚâ he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.
doppel wasnât taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. âhuman dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?â he teased, making eye contact with francis. âoh look, more pre-cum spilled out!â
francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopelâs spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.
âlooks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?â you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.
âsame thing on my end,â doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francisâ slit.
francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppelâs inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.
âooonghhh, âm c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!â he bursted into doppelâs palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.
doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. âhuman stamina is so pathetic. surely youâre not done now?â doppel leaned down, lapping francisâ cum with his monstrous cum.
âUGHK? i-i jusâ, hic, cameâŚhnnnâŚâ he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppelâs mouth for additional friction.
âshow me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,â you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.
his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. âthatâs not how you show me, is it?â he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.
francisâ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.
âsuch a perfect boy fâme,â you praised, ruffling his locks. âso good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?â you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.
âe-EUGH! yesyesyesâŚi can take it, hngh!â he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.
âgood boy,â you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.
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His Darling Snake
â.ŕłŕżremus lupin x fem!reader
⨞đ˘Ö´ŕť;; Hogwarts reunion dinner brings friendships back to life, yet for many, deeper feelings come to the surface.
CONTAINS: angst, self doubt, arranged marriage, abusive parents, toxic relationships. smut, p in v, unsafe sex, fingering, breeding kink, untold feelings, bitter sweet ending, the effects of the full moon not used for its intended purposes, fwb to enemies to strangers to lovers pipeline, reader may or may not have murdered someone, Remus is whipped. no voldemort AU!!
wc: 3.7k ( this was supposed to be a oneshot..)
Remus stood in front of his mirror, tie in his hand being tied around the white collar of his shirt. Looking down on his dresser, he took the Hogwarts sealed letter, inviting him to the whatever year reunion of class of â78 and â79. It stated that every alumni could bring one person in with them to the gathering.
He sighed, putting it down, fixing his hair aided by the reflection of the mirror. He contemplated not attending but Lily and Regulus convinced him, saying that itâll be a way for the whole gang to be together after three years of them all constantly being all over the place for work and personal reasons.
 Why didn't he want to go? Simple. All of his friends one way or another had figured out their lives; Lily and James cooparent with both Regulus and Mary by their sides, Marlene and Dorcas own a successful vinyl store, and Sirius has been to more than five countries on tour in less than eight months. What has he done? Been thrown out from job to job time and time again for his condition, even from jobs heâs severely overqualified. The 90âs are just around the corner and this is still a bloody issue.
Heâs happy for all his friends, heâd give his life for them but seeing them live life at their fullest makes him feel jealousy starting to bubble beneath his skin. It made him feel disgusting.
He left for the door before grabbing his cane, a constant reminder of his weary bones and worsening condition, he took the ticket that was in the envelope and left for the train station.
Once there, he started to see familiar faces, amongst them was Pandora with an adorable small version of herself in her arms âIâm so glad you decided to come Rem!â The seer beamed with joy at seeing him approach her. He gave her a warm smile and hug before acknowledging the little thing âHow is the little lass?â heâd ask the giggling Luna, pinching her cheek.
While talking with Pandora and waiting for the others, they updated each other on their lives, how Xenophilius got a promotion and how her experiments were doing, the conversation was cut short when Regulus arrived with a grumpy Harry in tow and a sleepy James behind them.
âBloody hell, Prongs you with us?â he asked the man with a chuckle, âStayed up all night painting the mural on Harryâs room even after I told him to leave it for laterâ Regulus scoffed as he exchanged children with Pandora. âYou really need to start listening to Reg mateâ Gods, how he missed this.
A couple minutes before boarding the train, and many others had shown up, the hopes of Sirius to show up were slim to none, yet as if he was summoned he appeared, tie loose and hair disheveled, panting like a maniac as he barely made it to the train platform on time. Lily just cackled at his state and James burst out laughing like an idiot âLadies and gentlemen the heir of House Blackâ Regulus said, the sarcasm pouring out. âOh come on little brother we both know whoâs getting all the doughâ he hugged his brother who responded with a nasty âSomeones been touring too much around Americaâ causing the people in the booths to laugh. After he made his rounds around the four booths that were filled with friends and acquaintances, his last stop was where Remus and James sat âLast but certainly more importantâ wait, where's Pete?âÂ
âThe Tosser said he wanted to spend more time with his âwifeââ James added with air quotation marks making Marleneâs head peek out of the booth behind them âHey! What's so wrong about spending time with your wifeâ she laughed. âNothing! Just bring her here with your mates, just saying!â James replied âYou two are not even a booth apart, stop yelling!â yelled Mary
The rest of the train ride was spent with Sirius obnoxiously man spreading on the tiny booth causing him and Regulus to bicker like always, and the kids learning a few accidental curse words from their favorites aunts and uncles
âLong time no see Reggieâ as voice spoke rather calmly behind the man, his eyes widened at the sight, âBeen long enoughâ a sight that made a blood moon more common was wasted at that moment, Regulus smiled from ear to ear as he saw your face, once he stood Pandora almost squealed at the sight of you, if you were here that meantâ âNo calls, no letters, is this how you treat your brother?â Evan asked Pandora with a contagious grin. âWell dear brother, the phone works both waysâ she smiled back âouchâ
Pulling away from the hug,Pandora looked at you with confusion, looking for someone else âBartyâs gonna be late, but heâll get hereâ You smiled and went to hug her. Luna, upon hearing her beloved auntâs voice, she ran from one booth to another and jumped in your arms. âHowâs my girl?â You ask her, pulling her up into your arms âUncle Moony is hereâ she said sheepishly. You turned your gaze to where she was pointing and were greeted with a smiling Remus.
To say you two ended on good terms was a straight-up lie. His last days in Hogwarts were spent either trying to pass his O.W.L.S. or having a discussion with you, the last one you had was the last time you two were ever on talking terms, this caused the group to divide like the red sea, if you found out he was going to a certain activity, you would not attend, to avoid any tension, and so did he, the only time this rule was exempt was birthday parties, especially the kids, but even so one always ended up leaving early.
âDo you not get that I don't have a say in who I marry and who I don't, right?! Your yells echoed the walls of the prefects bathroom, âI donât know if you havenât noticed but the 1800s ended a few fucking centuries ago!!â he screamed back.
These fights always ended in one of two ways, either one of you storming out, or you splayed across his bed with his head in between your thighs, as if that was gonna change the mind of your deranged parents to not marry you off to some creep in his fifties.Â
After the night of his graduation, the two of you never spoke to the other again. A simple âHelloâ was the most.
âYou have to tell me all about your trip to the islesâ Pandora pulled you away to some far away booth, scared of this becoming a battleground.
âThatâs it? Are you guys ever going to have a normal conversation like the adults you two finally are?â Sirius groaned âDonât start Siriusâ Remus sighed, he hated when he would give him lectures of this eight year situation, he wanted to respect your space, as he shouldâve done years ago. It's never late to do the correct thing, right?
After some time, Remus decided to walk to a far away booth, away from the kids to have a smoke, halting when he saw your body, facing away from him, just like Pandora he opted to leave the situation, but you stopped him.
âWhen are we going to stop behaving like children, John?â you asked in a chuckle, he decided, fuck it why not, and approached you, lighting his cigarette in the process. He sat on the booth chair, you now towering him, yet not by much, he took a hit of his cigarette, paper quickly turning to ash âHow about when you start calling me by my name hm? He spoke âHow is life treating you, Remus?â You complied now facing him.
âMy hipâs giving out on me as if i was fifty, and cant hold a job for the life of me, so bloody fantastic i have to sayâ He joked, missing the whole point of making one. You frowned, letting out a dry laugh, no sentiment behind it âI hear laws are being passed that forbid employers to fire people with lycantropheâ your eyes stared at his the crude facade chipping with each word.
âThey said that four years ago dove, look what good itâs done meâ you smiled fondly at the nickname. He continued, âAnd you, howâs life treating youâ now it was his turn to burn his eyes into yours, you could only sigh, a cloud of mint scented smoke coming out of it as you slumped down the chair slightly. âCould be worseâ
He was expecting to talk about that bastard, maybe even children, seeing as everyone is doing that nowadaysâ Gods did he like to suffer. âHave been traveling a while so thatâs a plusâ He hummed in response, flicking off thrash on the shrinking cigarette.
âMy godmother senses are tingling Remus, i'll catch you laterâ you say as the cries of Luna were heard across the whole train, putting off the cig on the sole of your heel and stood to leave to go to the crying baby, before you left the booth he called out your name, âI'm glad youâre doing alrightâ a genuine smile adorned his face, so you gave one back.
He made it back after his third smoke and sat with his mates for the rest of the ride, locking eyes with you from time to time, making James and Sirius smirk at each other knowingly.
Finally arriving at Hogwarts everyone went to their old dorm rooms to change into more formal attire, inside the Slytherin common room sat the Rosier twins, Regulus and you, waiting for a certain someone to show up late
âDidya miss me?!!â Barty showed up by the window, riding some poor kids broom. You all laughed, and Evan almost had a heart attack. Catching up wasn't really necessary with you all since you basically lived with Evan and Barty, Regulus might as well move in, and Pandora visits every other day.
âSo, do I get my fifty galleons, or do I need to keep waiting?â Bart asked, and Regulus shook his head âWhat bet are you tossers making now?â you asked, groaning âNothin!â Pandora answered, eyes wide and voice high, something that even when she was young gave her away when lying.âSalazarâs beard, you all best behave today, im being seriousâ
The night was falling, and everyone was getting ready, Pandora wore a beautiful navy blue dress with golden decals and stitching combined with an array of golden jewelry. Evan had ironed his suit and pants for the occasion using a tie that matched his house colors but Barty om the other hand had the most wrinkly suit known to man yet he managed to pull it off, Evan tried his best to straighten his suit to no avail.
Regulus had a simple black suit with a green tie and a red boutonniere. Certainly, to match with a certain Gryffindor, once you left the restroom, they looked appalled. You were rocking a golden backless dress with golden jewelry and your hair down, âWho invited the Hufflepuff to our dorm?â Evan asked Regulus with an insulted look on his face, he only shrugged and you could only laugh âWho said it had to be your house colorâ They looked at you as if an unforgivable curse was casted.
âHere at least wear theseâ Regulus gave you two golden snake arm cuffs âHad a feeling you'd disgrace Salazar and brought the cuffs you left homeâÂ
You placed them around your arms and they slithered into a more comfortable position.
âYou guys are twatsâ you say once more seeing their faux disappointment on their faces.
You all walked to the dining hall where the celebration dinner would take place, and as the wooden doors opened the place looked very different. The tables were not placed how they were normally displayed, now there were multiple tables and chairs to accommodate all the past alumni. No housing separation.
Lily came up to the lot of you and she looked marvelous, she wore a emerald green dress that hugged her curves in ways that would have anyone dropping to their knees âSee!, she's wearing green and she's not being egged and stoned around the cornerâ you whined âyou look amazing lovieâ You said all in one breath.Â
âShe gets a pass, she actually looks goodâ Regulus said with an obnoxious grin, Barty and you gasped at the same time but only he spoke âDon't listen to him treasure, you look ravishingâ he said seductively rolling his r's
âYeah Reggie, play niceâ Lily giggled "You look stunning dear!, but I have to steal her from you guys for a minute, Marlene will cry soonâ she spoke to your friends not before throwing them a wink as you unknowingly kept walking.
You soon were at the marauders (or what was left of them) designated table, you looked around trying to spot Marlene but she was nowhere to be seen. James gasped at your dress âStunning, I might have to steal you from Barty from time to timeâ he joked
âKeep dreaming, lover boy,â whispered Barty, who was walking behind him. Making James shiver.
Lily stood beside you, a hand on your shoulder, âJames, Reg is looking for you, love, it's rather urgentâ she emphasized urgent and he seemed to get the hint.
He excused himself and Lily was soon to speak âOh my!, Let me go fetch Marls, she was here minutes agoâ without giving you time to respond she left. Leaving you alone, you were left thinking why all your friends were so strange this evening, but once you saw Remus walking up to your table, leaving a smirking Sirius on the balcony it dawned on you. Were they really doing this again?
âSirius told me you wanted to see meâ he approached you, wearing a brown blazer, worn down by the years with a red tie under, âI don't know what to say lovie, but i think our dear friends are setting us up..againâ you reply with your hand now holding your head, you unknowingly gave him those half lidded eyes that made him go crazy, he looked away and adjusted his tie. He was never one to shy away from womenâs flirtatious antics but with your methods he was but a victim.
âI had a feeling, I'll go talk with the tosserâ he went to leave but you grabbed his arm making him stop in his tracks âLetâs just talk, maybe that will make them stopâ You both knew it wouldn't end until you two got back together, but talking with an old friend never hurt anyone.
It went rather well, the talk went in more depth then what you two had talked in the train, out in the balcony the talking resumed, accompanied by smoke in your lungs and liquor in his bloodstream, he built up the courage to ask you something that Sirius mentioned recently. Your missing wedding ring.
âIs everything going well with what was his name?â Dominique?â you let out the most unflattering laugh and he stood there thinking he had been way off with the name âLetâs just say it didn't last past the honeymoonâ you took a chug of his flask trying not to reminisce the events of that dreadful night.
âWhat happenedâ he said taking the flask from your hands to grab some as well âHe passedâ you put simply, his jaw went slack âWh- are you alright? How?!" all the questions seemed to escape him at once.
You leaned in to whisper in his ear âI don't kiss and tell, Moonyâ and briefly kissed his cheek. Before he could even process what was happening the booming voice of the headmaster reached his ears, telling everyone to take a seat for the grand speech.
So now both of you sat multiple tables away as the effects of the upcoming full moon take a toll on the poor Remus, now tripled in intensity by your touch. Unknowingly he bore his eyes to your body, the canine side of him going feral just at the thought of having you once again. You pretended not to notice but you could feel his gaze. Oh and you knew the effect that kiss, innocent as it could've seem, took a toll on him
You knew that look on his face. Hunger. Not just any type of hunger, he looked insatiable. Anyone would think that he was mad, because of the intense glare, but you knew him well enough.
You had seen it multiple times throughout your days in Hogwarts, days before the full moon he became engulfed in a primal like feeling, never getting enough of you until he filled you up to the brim.
 You shifted in your seat and he seemed to get self conscious of his leering and looked away, having had enough of this awkward back and forth you took your glass of champagne and the one next to yours.
As soon as Dumbledore stopped his grand speech of nonsense you walked over to him, leaning in so close you were almost on his lap, âI dont scare easy big guy, stop staring and do something about itâ you whispered in his ear. He closed his eyes to relish in your sent before snaking his arm around your waist âDove, don't do this to meâ he groaned, his pants getting impossibly tighter âMoony, I've missed you so much, I need youâÂ
Gods bless alcohol because if it wasn't for that, you would've never gotten here.
How did you exit the dining hall without being noticed? You didn't know, maybe people did notice but you couldn't care now.
Now that Remus had you pinned against the wall of some classroom kissing every part of your body that was exposed fervently. His cane and aching bones now long forgotten. He went to take his jacket off but before he even had a chance to take it fully off you were pulling him by the belt, âhands off leannanâ he groaned, putting your hands away and taking matters into his own.
His shirt was off in a heartbeat and he was to attack your lips, sliding off the straps of the dress in the process, you deepened the kiss, gripping his hair to bring him closer. He groans at the closeness he has yearned for years.Â
Remus picked you up with ease, still devouring you to his heart's content and settled you on the professor's desk. Your dress now discarded on the floor, his lips traveled down the path that your body led,leaving goosebumps in its wake,making you sigh in pleasure, he knelt down on the floor and made eye contact with you before more or less groaning âPort lĂĄimhe nĂł port bĂŠil?â Oh how his words made you feel, you arched your back against the desk whispering a low âYour mouthâ accompanied by a moan. Wasting no time he spread open your thighs and started lapping at your core like a man starved.
You gripped his hair with such force causing him to groan, his fingers were quick to enter the scene, starting with just one that had you feeling so full, âTĂĄ tĂş chomh taisâ he groaned, his mouth still on your cunt. Slowly a second finger was introduced making you gasp, he moved his middle and pointer finger in a scissoring motion all while sucking on your pulsing nub âToo much, fuck!â the chuckle that left his throat being the last straw to have you shaking under him, walls clenching on his finger, so close to sweet release before he stopped.
You whined, tears threatening to spill, he hushed you by standing up, and placing his slick covered fingers inside your mouth. âWant to feel you cum around me doveâ he whispered in a gruff tone. He undid his belt with his free hand , ridding himself of his garments. He stroked himself a couple times before aligning himself with your entrance. Your slick was enough for him to slide inside you, you felt so full you it made you whimper, he wasn't doing too well either, overwhelmed by the tightness of your cunt, your scent, and the sheen coat of mixed slick that decorated so prettily the base of his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last long.
He grabbed your hips with such vigour that they were sure to be bruised the next morning, his thrusts were becoming more erratic and shallow as his moans and whimpers matched yours, he bent over to engulf your lips with his in such a passionate manner that contrasted his sudden harsh thrusts, he swallowed any moans you gave to him with such greed that would leave Plutus astonished. He left your lips swollen and bruised, glossy with a mixture of your combined spit, âPlease Remus, i cant hold it anymoreâ you moaned, nails digging in his biceps, âJust a little more Dove, yeah?â you could only nod not trusting your voice with words, âAtta girlâ he grinned, sheathing himself deeper,if that was even possible. Few more thrusts had him cursing in his mothers tongue âLet go for me love, câmonâ he said, voice hoarse. Remus swore he would cry at the way your cunt tightened against him, before the knot on your lower abdomen burst, causing you to moan in pleasure, âSo, so pretty like this,â he muttered as he himself came undone over your shaking body.
You both laid on the floor of the classroom, basking in the light of the moon that came through the huge glass windows, naked bodies entangled in a warm embrace, slightly covered by Remusâs blazer, he turned around to give his poor hip a break and you took the opportunity to trace the marks you had created, making him forget about the ones that caused him pain and instead relish in the ones that were caused by loveâ
Suddenly remembering something, he turned back around, smug smile adorning his features âYou remembered what it meant didn't ya?â he chuckled and you could only roll your eyes âHow could I notâ As the laughter died down you both stared lovingly into each other's eyes. âI have some empty property around my house if you know..you need a safe place for the full moonâ you ask sheepishly. Remus only smiled, kissing your lips tenderly âIâd love that doveâ
Maybe all the two of you needed was a well deserved push.
Bonus: Morning came and it was time to leave the classroom before anyone noticed what you two were getting up to last night. Opening the doors to leave, clothes all wrinkled and put on in a hurry, you were quick to halt as you saw Barty smirking at a leaning Evan while he gave him his well deserved fifty galleons âTold you id get them tonightâ he winked your way. And not far away from this betting mess was an absolutely hammered James yelling âAtta boy!!â from across the hall.
What a reunion.
TĂĄ tĂş chomh tais- you are so wet
Port lĂĄimhe nĂł port bĂŠil- tune with my hands or my mouth?
This is my first time writing smut so i hope i did ok, I hope you enjoyed this, i was just testing the water seeing if this was for me but i dont know what to think just yet..
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daisy - hyunjin
a continuation of is it casual now?
âSurely that was all that was going to happen; Hyunjin was going to agonizingly friendzone you again, even if he maybe wanted you too. Complimenting you, saying he didnât deserve you, repeating that he loved you had to be just a way for him to try to let you down easier. word count: 4.8k
warnings: mature, explicit sexual content ahead. 18+ only please! best friends to lovers; angst; hurt/comfort; mild alcohol intoxication; unprotected consensual sex (be responsible); oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie.
a/n: this is an accompanying written piece of the text au "is it casual now?". i believe it can be read as a stand-alone, but the texts are cute too. <3
The daisy necklace felt cold and heavy against your skin. It was a sharp reminder of all that was wrong, and yet it was an anchor at the same time. Perhaps that was the problem; anchoring yourself to land that seemed to want nothing but to get away from you.Â
Surely, Hyunjin didnât mean for anything to escalate to this point. When he insisted you remain best friends, like youâd always been, the rationale was to avoid exactly what was happening. He knew two things for sure: Relationships end, and he couldn't live without you. The only logical step was to keep things between you two platonic; that way it wouldnât end.Â
He failed to take into account another unequivocal truth: You loved each other ardently.Â
It is the kind of love you canât contain. The harder you try, the more it will manifest on everyday choices, on shared moments, on breaking hearts.Â
As of right now, it manifested in the hot tears streaming down your face, sitting on a lonely bench in the middle of the night. It manifested in the alcohol sweating off your pores, failing to make you forget. It manifested in your shaking hands, holding your phone as you try to separate yourself from this narrative once and for all.Â
please let me come get you. we have to talk in person, we canât do this over texts, you read Hyunjinâs messages, having half a mind not to cave in instantly. The masochistic part of you that had accepted the crumbs of Hyunjinâs love was clawing its way out, but she was kept at bay.Â
You couldnât take another âjust friendsâ speech from him, and you told him as much over angry, sad texts. As if he was helping your masochistic part give in to him once again, he replied that he loved you. He loved you so much his world was spinning off its axis, terrified of losing you.Â
Theoretically, that was all you would ever want to hear, but you heard it all before too. And of course, you didnât want to lose him either, but your soul was dying a little bit more every day that you saw him and you couldnât envelop yourself in him to show him your love. You said you needed time and space to move on, and be capable of being his friend.Â
He pleaded to let you see him once again. You tried fighting back one last time. The resolve quickly faded. Maybe you were a weak woman in love, but anyone else wouldâve given in too. i love you, i need you. please, daisy. i donât want you to get over me. youâre the most wonderful woman in the planet and i donât deserve you, but i will try.Â
Agreeing to see him by turning your location back on for Hyunjin to find you, anguish, regret and hope merged into one convoluted emotion that you were far too wrecked to process. You didnât even have enough time to try to stop crying when you recognized Hyunjinâs car on the street in front of you. He ran to you, and before any other thought crossed your mind, your brain betrayed you by noticing how stunning he looked. As if he didnât look like that all the time, and as if your brain hadnât fantasized about him enough times to last you your whole life.Â
His hair was tied in a messy half ponytail, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. His face was contorted in emotions you couldnât read, not for lack of trying. His eyes were desperate, his hands were shaky, his steps were steady, his mouth was unmoving.Â
âDaisy, itâs fucking freezing,â was the first thing he said in front of you, immediately taking his jacket off to give it to you. You didnât want it, you knew it was a torture device, but it happened too quickly for your dazed mind to protest. He didnât really talk as he helped you up from the bench, leading you to the passenger seat of his car, and you were simply moving automatically. He put your seatbelt on before closing the door behind him and walking to the driver seat. All you did was close your eyes, not ready to face him again, not ready for more rejection than your sanity could take.Â
Surely that was all that was going to happen; Hyunjin was going to agonizingly friendzone you again, even if he maybe wanted you too. Complimenting you, saying he didnât deserve you, repeating that he loved you had to be just a way for him to try to let you down easier.
Your internal dialogue raged on, because Hyunjin simply drove in silence in the direction of your apartment. Surely he would be leaving you there to cry yourself to sleep once again as soon as he said whatever he needed to say. Â
When he parked his car, he also opened the door for you and tried to help you out but you flinched away from him. His touch didnât just electrify you; it burned through your layers of clothes like the daisy necklace did. The sharp reminder of your anchor sailing away.Â
âDaisy, can I come up? Iâll leave as soon as youâre inside if you want me to,â Hyunjin said, wincing after you flinched away.
His heart was aching. His internal dialogue was as tragic as yours. He knew for sure you wouldnât give him a second chance at being brave enough to love you. He knew this was going to be the last time youâd let him that close to you. He knew you didnât trust him anymore.
All he was hoping for was a few more minutes with you as you went up the elevator and before you closed your door to him forever. All you were hoping for were a few more minutes with him before you had to say goodbye to him out of pure survival instinct.Â
So you agreed for him to walk you to your door. You saw him punch in your code, and open the door for you. You put your head down as you walked in, and hesitantly turned around to face him, reaching to take his jacked off yourself. You willed yourself to look into his eyes.Â
Hyunjin was crying. He was trying hard to keep the tears from falling, he was furrowing his eyebrows and he wasnât looking back at you, instead staring at the corner of your wall behind you.Â
Itâs not like you hadnât seen him cry before. He cried watching Inside Out, when you graduated, when he laughed too hard, when his little fish died. But this wasnât the same. His lips quivered a little, his eyes were almost closed, his cheeks were red, his hands were closed in fists. He was in agony.Â
Your masochistic side, and the side of you that loved Hyunjin like the forest loves the flame, teamed up against your decision to say goodbye. You could not bear to see him hurt that way, even if it meant more pain for you. So you wrapped your hand around his wrist and led him inside, speechlessly closing the door behind you.Â
âDaisy, IâŚ,â Hyunjin started to talk quickly, knowing you were granting him the chance to do so. You closed your eyes, ready for the big blow. Ready for a wretched feeling of heartache you never thought Hyunjin would cause you. Ready for him to close the possibility of ever letting you love him. Ready for him to never take the leap for both of you. Ready for your fears to drag you away from each other.Â
You werenât ready for the soft, cold hands that wrapped around your cheeks, and the hot minty breath against your face. You werenât ready to find a pair of brown, yearning eyes looking deep into yours when you opened them. You werenât ready for the touch of his nose against yours as he leaned in. You werenât ready for the all consuming feeling of his plump lips on yours.Â
But you welcomed it. You welcomed it like the feeling of a warm blanket on a rainy day, like the smell of your childhood pillow, like the taste of your favorite candy on Christmas, like the sound of a perfect melody, like the sight of a sunrise. You welcomed it like finally coming home.Â
The daisy necklace felt hot against your skin. It was a sharp reminder of all that you desired standing right in front of you, somehow anchoring you and making you fly away at the same time. Perhaps that was the paradox; anchoring yourself to land that you thought was drifting away, but right now was holding you like a treasure.Â
Surely, Hyunjin didnât mean for anything to escalate to this point. When he insisted you needed to talk, he logically knew his first step couldnât be to kiss you. He knew two things for sure: You couldnât just be his friend, and he couldn't live without you. The only logical step was to communicate your feelings, fears and concerns to each other; that way he wouldnât have to live without you.Â
He failed to take into account another unequivocal truth: You loved each other ardently.Â
It is the kind of love you canât contain. The harder you try, the more it will manifest on everyday choices, on shared moments, on magnetic forces between you two.Â
As of right now, it manifested in a kiss that would put every other epic kiss to shame. It manifested in your hands wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. It manifested in your heavy breathing as you both gasped for air, immediately crashing back into each other.Â
You didnât really have to talk anything out anymore. Your bodies melting into each other, transforming into a single entity was enough of a declaration, but Hyunjin wouldnât have it that way. He needed to know that you knew.Â
You hesitantly pulled back as he grabbed your chin to create a small distance between your lips.Â
âBaby, I love you,â Hyunjin said barely above a whisper. Barely above a prayer he hoped would be heard by you, his goddess.Â
âI love you,â was all you could truly reply. What else could you say? How else could you say it other than dripping with devotion?Â
The pieces of the puzzle fit together perfectly, the cracks in your heart embalmed in healing, gently, kindly, steadily by his four words.Â
You leaned your face into his right hand, almost unconsciously, craving Hyunjinâs warmth. His heart did somersaults, and he wanted nothing more than to give you every bit of affection you could ever crave until the day he died.Â
âI know what I said before, and what I thought was the best, but I was wrong. I was so wrong, Daisy,â he said as he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, unable to look at you until he cleared the air, otherwise heâd just give in to your lips again. âI thought everything would be better if we didnât take the risk of us not working out.âÂ
You nodded, attempting to ease his mind showing him you understood the reasoning. You tried to open your mouth, but he wasnât done talking, so you simply placed a hand on the nape of his neck to try to soothe him.Â
âI know itâs dumb and cliche, but I couldnât have you be another thing that didnât work out in my life. Iâve done stupid shit, Iâll probably keep doing stupid shit, and I got all this baggage you already know about, and it isnât an excuse but I just thought I should save you the trouble of dealing with it more than you already do,â Hyunjin rambled on, stumbling into his words and thoughts. He had planned out his speech, at least parts of it, but it was all coming out messy. He wanted to organize his thoughts, but he was desperate for you to understand that he wanted you, needed you, loved you, and the past few days werenât because he saw you as just a friend, but because he saw you as so much more.
All you could do was make him look you in the eyes, forcing eye contact to ground him.Â
âI donât want to fuck this up. I wonât. Iâll be everything you need, if youâll take me,â Hyunjin murmured, his eyes nearly watering as his emotions overcame him.Â
âIâll be everything you need too, if youâll take us,â you replied, holding your faith in him close to your heart. He wouldnât hurt you; not on purpose, not irretrievably. He would do everything to fix what needed fixing, he wouldnât leave you hanging, he wouldnât take you for granted. He would love you. You would love him.Â
âYouâre already everything,â he blurted out, as sincere as heâd ever been, before crashing his lips back into yours.Â
Hyunjin knew he wasnât done expressing his feelings and fears, and that there were some that he barely even recognized. But he also knew he would have the time to do that, and you would be gentle enough to grant him that grace. You wouldnât judge him, you wouldnât run out of patience, you wouldnât walk out on him. You would love him. He would love you.Â
So Hyunjin gave in to you, and you gave in to him.
His kiss was desperate and passionate, leaving you breathless and dizzy, trying to steady yourself on his chest. Any alcohol in your system had already been replaced by the adrenaline of holding your entire world in your hands, and finally being able to be this close to him.
Soon enough, you started leading him to your room, even with an unmade bed and a few scattered items. He wasnât unfamiliar to your room, knowing the scent, layout and quirks of it very well. However, he suddenly felt like an outsider you were inviting in for the first time, and he wasnât sure of what to do. Hyunjinâs mind started to race. Did you want to sleep? Did you want him to hold you? Did you want more? Did you want to wait?Â
As his thoughts started rushing, your touch was the one to ground him yet again as you motioned him to come closer to you, kneeling on the edge of your bed with him standing in front of you. He didnât need words, your hands under his clothes touching his skin telling you everything he needed to know. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, and you needed to feel close to him.Â
His shirt came off first, your core warming at the sight. Greek gods would be put to shame besides Hyunjin, sculpted and soft against your fingertips. He was shy under your intense gaze, opting to help you out of your blouse instead. Once he caught a glimpse of your skin under the soft lamp light, he was done for. Still asking for your consent when unhooking your bra, you nodded and threw it at the floor yourself.Â
Hyunjin watched as you laid down under him, your breasts slightly moving and your nipples hardened with the temperature change. He knew he was staring far too much, but anything he had ever imagined before paled in comparison to what he was seeing. Any dreams and fantasies heâd had of you naked underneath him as he touched himself, were far off the real thing.
You blushed at the attention on your chest, pulling Hyunjin in for a kiss as he went into bed with you. He happily returned it, and quickly moved his hands to unbutton your jeans, humming while asking for permission once again, as if you were ever going to say no to the man you desired with every cell of your being.Â
You lifted your hips up enough for him to pull down the item along with your underwear, and you couldnât help but whine as you felt yourself truly exposed beneath him. He only barely noticed, busy admiring every curve of your legs, thighs and most of all your naked pussy.Â
His cock was painfully hard, twitching at the mere sight. He didnât know how he was not going cum immediately upon tasting you, feeling you, but he would be damned if he didnât have you right now.Â
Hyunjin gently spread your thighs, whimpering ever so silently as he looked at your slick folds. âYouâre so wet, my baby,â he looked up, making eye contact with you and licked his lips.Â
The sight was a pure, unadulterated wet dream. You should be even more wet, having the most beautiful man in the world between your thighs, lowering his sinful lips and tongue on your sex.Â
You arched your back and instantly held the roots of his hair in your hands as he licked a long, tortuous stripe around your slit and pussy lips. Kitten licks right into your already swollen clit followed, and you shut your eyes closed cursing under your breath. âYou taste like fucking heaven, baby,â he said right into your core, making you whine. Hyunjin was slowly, almost imperceptibly, rutting his hips against the bed to give some attention to his clothed, aching cock, drunk on your taste and moans.Â
He was a man starved, alternating between fucking his tongue right into the hole he would fuck with his fingers next, picturing how tight and good you would feel around his cock later, and giving fast consistent ministrations to your sensitive clit.Â
You would never last long, much less as he worked one finger inside you wrapping his lips around the bud. He was met with more resistance pushing a second finger in, his long hands proving to be a challenge to take like you knew his dick would be, but you were excited to have it.Â
Hyunjin never stopped his consistent pace on your clit, relaxing you and recoiling you at the same time. He knew he needed to prep you with at least three fingers if he was going to fuck you, feeling how tight you were, vibrating in anticipation. He worked slower, almost painfully so. Once he felt his index and middle finger slide in and out of your pussy with ease, he leisurely pressed his ring finger to your entrance.Â
You were lost in the feeling, grinding yourself on his hand and moaning his name over and over again. You took all three fingers in, opening up for him even more as he scissored them inside of you, not once stopping his steady, erotic make out session with your clit.Â
Hyunjin was all about pleasing you, so he curled his fingers inside of you, drinking in your every movement, sound and wetness pouring out of you. âLet go for me baby, give it to me,â he encouraged, only barely stopping his constant stimulation on your clit.Â
You were soon enough cumming in his mouth and hand, giving Hyunjin the sweetest taste he ever had in his life, and seeing stars, cross eyed at the feeling of an angel gifting you the first orgasm of the night. He cleaned up the remnants of your orgasm, not baring the idea of any of it going to waste and smiling up at you. You smiled back, chuckling shyly, as he climbed up to kiss you for you to taste yourself on him. It was intoxicating, remembering him eating you out as you tasted the evidence.Â
The aftershocks of the high subsided once you remembered Hyunjin hadnât cum yet. He wasnât even fully undressed, and suddenly you couldnât bear the thought. Half sitting up, you undid his belt impatiently and helped him as he pushed his pants and boxers aside, kneeling on the bed. He was fighting every impulse to moan at every single friction, at just the sight of your hands so close to his leaking cock.Â
Your mouth was watering, pressing your thighs together even if it meant overstimulating your sensitive core. Hyunjinâs effect on your body was insane, amping up every passing second. He was decidedly big, and you silently thanked him for how he opened you up before. You ached to have his thick cock deep inside you, and you also craved the taste of him on your throat. You thought you should do the latter, returning the favor, but Hyunjin quickly pinned you back down to the bed.Â
âBaby, I want to fuck you,â he whispered against your ear, his hands running along your waist and finding the flesh of your breasts. He continued by pressing sensual kisses on your neck and groping your tits, âWill you let me fuck you, Daisy?â A smile was on his face as he realized how you were only wearing your half daisy necklace, and he was wearing his. A wonderful, possessive reminder. You were finally his, and he had always been yours.Â
âHyun, please,â you barely whimpered out, dazed in lust, lightly scratching his back as you felt his cock so close, yet so far from your hole. You didnât even have to beg, he would give you anything and everything you could ever ask for.Â
As he positioned himself over you, while you spread your legs for him, he framed your face between his hands on the bed supporting him. You looked into Hyunjinâs eyes, knowing they were matching the passion behind yours, and knowing you both understood how life-changing this moment was.Â
You put your hands on his neck as he finally pushed inside you with a soft thrust. Hyunjin went slow, intentional, as he felt you adjust bit by bit. He didnât break eye contact, even though he was ready to cum any second. You felt so tight, warm and wet on his cock, he could barely even think, he could barely do anything other than look at you and understand he was home.Â
âFuck, you feel so perfect,â he said as he began to bottom in, leaning in to catch your lips in a kiss he hoped conveyed the wave of love combined with lust that he was feeling. âYou were made for me, baby,â Hyunjin continued praising you, because it was truly all he could do.Â
And you were made for him. The stretch stung, but pain melted into pleasure all the same as he kissed you, as he whispered all those sweet, dirty words. Soon enough it was all pleasure, it was all him finally inside you, finally taking what was his. Your moans were nearly uncontrollable, even more so as he began thrusting into you at a delirious, gentle pace.Â
âYou feel so good,â you whimpered into his lips, punctuating each word with his thrusts. Hyunjin almost smirked, beaming off your praise. He wanted to pick up the pace, but he also never wanted the moment to end. He was losing it, the taste of your pussy still lingering in his tongue mixed with the pleasure he felt as he fucked all his love into you. It was enough to bring him to heaven.Â
He pulled your legs higher up, wrapping them around his waist to take you deeper. As you moaned in a higher pitch, he swallowed the sweet sounds into his mouth. Every emotion was heightened; the desperation, satiation, love, adoration, yearning, all enveloped into the intensity of your sex.Â
âSo fucking perfect,â he mumbled softly, barely above a prayer he wanted only you to hear. You knew youâd kneel to pray to him just the same. All of his movements and words made your cunt clench, feeling impossibly full and yet like it wasnât enough. Like you needed him to be whole. At every spasm, Hyunjinâs cock twitched inside you, controlling himself not to let his impulse to press you face first into the mattress and take your pussy from behind win. He knew he could do that another time, and he knew he needed to show you his devotion right now.Â
You could feel him restraining himself, and with one quick moment you pushed him to the bed on his back for you to straddle him. His cock slipped out with a pop that you both groaned at, and he immediately held onto your waist as a reflex, looking at you quizzically.Â
âLet me ride you, baby,â you asked softly, positioning yourself over his cock and taking it inside you again at a new, toe-curling angle.Â
Hyunjin couldâve cum right then and there, holding on to your soft skin. As you started bouncing up and down his length, he didnât know whether to focus on your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, the erotic sight of where you two were connected, or the near pornographic vision of your tits moving in his face along with your necklace, his necklace.Â
He was gone. He had been gone for years, knowing deep down nothing would ever satisfy him if he couldnât have you. And now that he did, now that you were truly, genuinely taking your place as his goddess divine on top of him and his cock, he also realized heâd never be truly satisfied. He would never get enough of you, but he would spend every waking moment of his life adoring you. Even if centuries wouldnât be enough with you, he will gladly spend his lifetime worshipping you, and every inch of your body.Â
Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling himself up to begin tracing kisses, love bites and marks around your neck and breasts. âI love you, I love you, I love you,â he declared, swore, between every single kiss.
Your movements were becoming more erratic when riding his cock, your words barely making their way out only because you couldnât fathom not saying I love you back. Everything you did brought you closer to your high, and you could barely take it anymore. Even less when Hyunjin pressed his thumb right into your clit, and took one nipple into his mouth, licking circles in it. He was trying to make you cum before him, relishing in the sweet sounds coming out of your mouth. You were going cross eyed at all the stimulation, feeling the coil inside your stomach so close to snapping.Â
âFuck, just like that baby. Youâre taking me so well,â he hummed, encouraging you as you picked up the pace riding him even if your legs felt like they were giving out.Â
He placed you down on the bed as he felt your legs faltering, thrusting into you at a harder, faster pace. You held him by his arms, spreading your legs and closing your eyes shut as your moans became uncontrollable. His name was all that you even remembered, whining it out for him to dream about forever.Â
âFinish for me, baby,â he said, kissing you deeply, his cock inside you hitting just the right spot for the coil to snap.Â
The earth-shattering orgasm hit you all at once, tidal waves flowing over you as Hyunjin held you in the aftershocks. He fucked you through it, your pussy spasming, almost pulling him deeper inside you and letting him reach his own high. He filled you up with his pearly white cum, and you felt complete.Â
He didnât let go of you, as he laid in the crook of your neck panting, still inside you. He put only slightly more weight on you, careful not to hurt you, but relaxing into your body.Â
You were breathing heavily too, still riding the ecstasy Hyunjin made you feel. As he felt you shaking, he pulled out and laid down beside you holding you into his chest. âI got you, baby. I got youâŚâ he softly whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your temple. You hugged him tight, smiling as he traced patterns on your back. âYou are perfect,â he repeated, as he kept telling you before.Â
You looked him in the eyes, the crystal glaze of love over them, and pecked his lips softly. You looked at his daisy necklace, reaching out to touch it with your fingers and tracing your own patterns on his chest and neck. No words were needed, the air between you two only trapped inside your bubble of a dream come true.
âI love you, Daisy,â Hyunjin promised once again. âI love you, baby,â you promised right back.Â
The daisy necklace felt like safety and protection against your skin. It was a sharp reminder of all that you held dear to your heart, and it was the ever-present anchor that tied you to your one true love. Perhaps that was the endgame; anchoring yourself to the land that you had made your home in.Â
Surely, Hyunjin had willed this all to happen, even if he didnât realize it. As he held you close, skin to skin, his every desire and need was fulfilled. He knew two things for sure: He was yours, and he couldn't live without you. All he could do, all he wanted to do, was to make you his, until the very end.Â
He now knew another unequivocal truth: You loved each other ardently.Â
It is the kind of love you canât contain. The harder you try, the more it will manifest on everyday choices, on shared moments, on new opportunities.Â
As of right now, it manifested in the calm and warmth of his embrace. It manifested in the kind, caring kisses you pressed all over his face. It manifested in your souls molding into a single one.Â
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Dick: Alright, guys! Post-mission inspection. You know the drill.
Groans and grumbles were heard but everyone dutifully lined up in a row.
Jason: Must we do this every night?
Bruce: We wouldnât have to if you were all honest about your own injuries.
Clark: Youâre not exactly the person who should be saying that, Bruce. You do the same thing.
Bruce: Do as I say, not as I do.
Clark flew down in front of them and used his eyes to carefully scan over each and every one of them.
***
Clark: You should get that knife wound on your thigh treated. You canât hide it from me by standing like that, Damian.
Damian: Tis nothing but a scratch, alien.
***
Tim: My head has been hit tonight but I donât have any concussion. Someone tried to stab me but his knife merely grazed my arm. Another guy punched my stomach but my armor absorbed most of the force from the blow. Based on these observations, I conclude that most of my injuries are superficial and therefore, thereâs no cause for concern.
Clark: Hmm, your brain waves look normal. Thereâs some bruising on your stomach but luckily thereâs no internal bleeding. You should really get that wound on your back bandaged though, Tim, youâre bleeding a lot.
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Clark: Your shoulderâs dislocated, Jason, and that wound seems to be inflamed.
Jason: Oh, this? [Snaps his shoulder back into place] Meh, Iâve had worse. Iâll just clean this with alcohol. [pours the beer that heâs drinking onto the wound, ignoring Bruceâs outraged gasp] Voila, good as new.
***
Clark: All good, Dick. Clean bill of health!
Dick: Heh, no oneâs fast enough to land a blow on me!
Jason: Check his head again, Superman. I think you may have missed something.
Damian: You wanna test that theory, Grayson?
Tim: The probability of that clean bill of health is decreasing as we speak.
Dick: Donât hate the player, hate the game.
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Bruce: Thatâs it, all of you report to the med bay. Now. Except Dick. His brain is fine, boys, so you can put your hands down.
Clark: Not so fast. I need to check on you too, Bruce. I can see your brain already calculating ways of escape.
Bruce: âŚFine. Get on with it.
Clark:
Bruce: Clark?
Clark:
Bruce: Clark, are you done yet?
Clark: Beautiful
Cue the groans and sounds of retching in the batcave.
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SUITS, (STOCKINGS), & TIES
m reader x minju // 9k words
For the record, there arenât any fingerprints seen underwater. Nothing to tie one to a crime. The trial itself is already a rapid current, pulling you and everyone around the bullpen into the endless sea of papers, payment record documents, video recording transcripts, then more fucking papers, and you absolutely hate it.
Files boxed in dating back to even before taking the damn job, the amount of trips to and from the copying machine, getting the materials right. Avoiding any fuck ups; that too, was always the end goal - staring at the blue folder sitting on your desk untilâ
Your fucking intercomâs ringing again.Â
Itâs always a trip, thatâs how it usually flows around here: a turn to the left, round the front desk of the floor, hook right down the insanely long walkway, glass windows giving you this nice view of the city skyline. Pretty, at around one in the morning of another late night of work stacked upon your desk.Â
Easy enough to also: take a moment to admire the view, since itâs the kind of view that youâd never get over no matter how many times you look at it. You sigh at the playback in your head, something that Chaeyeon talked to you about while hiding away from the pressures of work in her own office, bumping coffee mugs and wishing that the building had sliding windows to let the high breeze through.Â
They would never allow that. You tell her, keeping the vibe lighthearted with a laugh. I mean seriously, even if we did, itâs all fun and games until someone in one of the conference rooms below us sees a body hurling down towards the ground at a hundred miles per hour. Chaeyeon complains that the air conditioning doesnât even reach her office sometimes, and tells you that sheâs jealous, wanting to switch places with you since the sun hits her back during the work hours.Â
Sweeping past her office, since sheâs gone for the day, the carpet gets pressed down by your loafers, tilting your head to see that the office at the very end of the walkway has the lights on, and you do notice the gap where the door should be; meaning that itâs open or someone stepped inside.Â
This was the end point of this overbearing yet brief journey. The office that was considered to be base camp, the command center, the brains, one would say. One of the firmâs most well known figures with how she leans back into her chair with a leg across the other, showing that she means business, and knows how to look good while doing it.Â
Prior, you loop around the pane entering the room-Â
âYouâre saying that I should sit back and do nothing?â Minju asks, finger tapping the peak of her nose, clearly pressed.Â
âIâm not telling you to,â the woman standing across her with a left hand fastened to the hip with a lean to her right side, âWeâre backed into a corner and all Iâm saying is that we have to draw back and take this at a new angle.âÂ
âBut you said that last time! And look where itâs got us.â Minju shoots back, both feet on the floor now, drawing herself closer to make a point. Youâre trying to not make your presence known, seeing where this exchange is headed, fighting the urge to not butt in and make a fool of yourself. âCutting a deal with the very same person that is trying to come back and rip everything from us was all part of your plan?âÂ
âMinju, I know youâre angry butââÂ
Minju slaps her hand down on the desk, âWeâve got them right where we wanted, pulled all the stops, and now you want to just back off?âÂ
âIâm not backing off, Iâve managed to buy us more time.â the woman says, pressing on the rim of her glasses, sighing when Minju doesnât even bother to look back at her in the eye, flipping through a packet with a pen in her hand to check and see if there was anything that was usable to help the situation. Youâve seen the packet on her desk earlier that way, ran that by Hyewon, her secretary, and now sheâs finally looking at it.Â
âTwo days. Thatâs all I got until we fall back with the judge.â she says to Minju, âUnless you have something for me on my desk later today, Iâm officially and unofficially grounding you.âÂ
âDahyun-âÂ
âZip it.â Dahyun says, mimicking a pulling motion with her right hand to her lip, âYouâre already stretched thin as it is, this case is already taking a toll on all of us and this would be the last thing I need on my mind.âÂ
A tap to the glass on the entryway, âIs this a bad time?âÂ
The two women look at you in suspicion, both of them not even realizing that the door was open the entire time, listening to the conversation, âHow long have you been standing there?â Dahyun asks, pointing at you while youâre leaned against the glass, foot pointed to the floor all relaxed and everything.Â
âIâve been here long enough, but a little over five minutes.â you answer, blue folder in hand. âDidnât want to interrupt the usual bickering on a casual Thursday evening.â you also add, stepping inside Minjuâs office where it opens up. Â
The great Kim Minju, one of the firmâs best lawyers, and Dahyunâs right hand woman, one of the key people sitting at the high table; also your handler of these different cases and adventures that she usually sends you to do or help her with. Her office was classy, a row shelves off to the right side filled with an assortment of vinyls and picture frames of the people that she holds most dear to her heart. A record player was next to this trolley that had a kettle and a bowl of candies (though she doesnât like to admit that sheâs got a sweet tooth); thereâs also her violet couch in velvet that youâve also passed out on multiple times, drunk on the sweet scent that you still have to figure out which one she uses for that.Â
âThis is the last file for the case I managed to scrounge and put together.â you tell Minju, sliding it over across while her inky eyes dart at you, prompting a questioning eyebrow out of both of you while Dahyunâs gaze falls on top. âEverything in terms of deals within the last year from our target man should be all in there. Though, we had a minor hiccup earlier this week withââÂ
âDonât remind me,â Minju vexes, âThat was my screwup with the family and now Iâm paying for it.âÂ
âAfter I told you not to jump the gun.â Dahyun jumps in, hand on the corner of the granite. She sounds annoyed; after all, she was technically the âfall guyâ in all of this with her hiccup also in mishandling the exchanged information, not her fuck up though, since she was set up from the beginning after a hidden clause she signed a long time ago. She also swoops in to grab the file, opening it to skim through the papers, slightly nodding at what she could read for a few seconds. âImpressive,â Dahyun nods, âthis is good leverage.âÂ
âThank you,â you say, smirking while Dahyun hands you back the file for Minju to look at, pulling it out of your fingers to flip through. âHad some help from Hyewon, but didnât want to take all of the credit.âÂ
âWell I appreciate you both.â Dahyun adds, âI had my doubts when I got the call to come back and see what all the fuss was about. Now, I can breathe a little more easily knowing that we have this in the bag, I hope.âÂ
âIâm still here, you know.â Minju huffs, rolling her eyes.
âHush,â Dahyun scrunches funnily, taps your shoulder, causing you to shrug nonchalantly, âThank you for hanging back to help me take care of this while Iâve been dealing with my moving situation. God, it's been a back breaker for me.âÂ
âHowâd that go?âÂ
âWe finally settled in, I had a small housewarming party about a few weeks ago or so, but Iâve been keeping in touch withââÂ
âYou said that your friend Sana was living in the area too, right? From college?â Minju suddenly asks, pen flat on the paper and fully invested in the life update. Dahyun nods to this while youâre pursing your lips at the news. Youâre not one to lend an ear to these things, but you just canât help yourself when theyâre being talked about in the open. Talk about separating privacy and professionalism.Â
âYeah, itâs been good to see her, if it wasnât for this fucking casââÂ
âDahyun, itâs fine. We got it.â you tell her, slowly nodding to ease the stress, âYouâre already doing so much by coming back from leave to deal this along with us. It shows that you do care about this firm and the reputation that it has.âÂ
âLook at you being a kiss ass.â Minju deadpans. You pay no attention to that.Â
âAnd not taking this ordeal would've put the firm into crisis mode having the last thing Iâd want to happen.â Dahyun scoffs, âBesides, the value is way more than that once all of this is over.â She starts to make her way out of Minjuâs office, turning around to face both of you with eye contact, âI assume that you two will close up shop when youâre done?âÂ
âDonât even need to remind us.â you tell her, Minju looks up with a soft smile across her face, lightly waving at Dahyun before she gives you two a quick goodbye, leaving shortly after. âShe seemed a little more dismissive than usual, like she wanted to give us alone time donât you think?âÂ
âI canât stand her nosy ass sometimes, trying to veer the way how I want to do things.âÂ
âOuch.âÂ
âIâm serious,â Minju shoots back, flipping through the packet, not giving an ounce of care through all of the blacked lines or different clauses in the suggested proposal that would settle this whole case. âI love Dahyun - I mean - she has the spare set of keys to my damn apartment since she moved away, thatâs how much she means to me.âÂ
âDidnât think youâd be sappy over your boss, especially after the shit show that weâdââÂ
âOne more word out of your smart mouth and Iâll stop looking through your documents to stall time.âÂ
âYou already signed it, though.â you say, pouting with a frown, âWhich also means that this should all officially end by tomorrow.âÂ
Minju sweeps through the row of open and unopened files spread across her desk, eyes canvassing between the texts and dried ink of signatures, vying for some sort of leverage that would go against Dahyunâs wishes. Itâs natural for her to be extremely nitpicky - highlighted with a small curtain of hair falling in front of her forehead, pulling the side of her index finger back while her pretty eyelashes flutter about. Sheâs refined and very sophisticated, the kind that makes you stop in your tracks one day when she waltzes in the office on her own time, and not that sheâs thirty minutes late in the morning.Â
Throw the law degree away bucko, maybe that avenue of studying art and architecture wouldâve been the better option considering how much youâve been staring for the past five minutes.Â
To fill in, hereâs the brief rundown of the position.Â
A lot of people wouldâve killed to be Minjuâs associate. I mean, the woman seeps in âgetting what she wantsâ. You could consider yourself lucky, but Minju already had eyes on you from the first second you stepped into her office for the interview. The interview itself wasnât all that glamorous: renting one of your best friendâs designer suits that wouldâve been more usable for a fucking award show spritzed with a cologne that was way out of your league in terms of scent let alone price, a typo on the fucking resume that she looks with an eyebrow for an explanation, and a lasting impression that whatever happens would deem only to be the best going forward.Â
Minju wanted someone who excelled both in book and street smarts, be able to get a grasp on the situation faster within the first few seconds of receiving the case or news, and most importantly, to steer Minjuâs level of thinking where even the most irrational decisions would be reasonable.Â
You hit all the marks, and qualified to be associate. End of story.Â
âEverything that we all have here is solid substantial evidence,â Minju cuts in with a paper flipped back to the top of the page, pen flat on her fingers as if sheâs fed up with playing reviewing proctor, âNothing would change with what we already have on the case.âÂ
âBut the conclusion would be different,â you reply, sitting opposite to her, respectfully doing nothing but twiddling a pen between your fingers, considering that you were pretty much done with your bout in the file room earlier today, finding the last bits of documents from the archives that would help into comprising the settlement. âAfter all, itâll be you and Dahyun in that conference room tomorrow closing the deal. Iâm just passing papers.âÂ
âI suppose that youâre afraid of taking credit where it counts. Because why put in much effort for this case especially when someone else couldâve handled it when I asked?âÂ
âDahyun insisted on coming back to oversee this. Had it been anyone else, the firm wouldâve been up in flames if it wasnât for her quick thinking pulling up the memos and signing payments from all those years ago.âÂ
Minju closes your blue folder, sliding it off to the side, flipping open her laptop without a flinch before typing away. âYou know,â she starts, giving you this quick gaze that has you nicking your head a few millimeters, catching the pen in between your fingers to highlight that she has your attention, âI couldâve done this myself with Hyewonâs help, give you at least some days off after working you down the bone.â
âNow why would you do that?â you ask, four fingertips on the back of Minjuâs laptop, closing it slowly while youâre rounding the fine corner of her obsidian desk, thumb wrapping underneath when her chair meets square with your hips. âThatâs not very work-efficient for you to do that to me now, is it?âÂ
âYou want to lecture me on how I should make you operate?âÂ
âShe knows about usâŚby the way.â you tell Minju straightforward, smirking when you see that high arch of her brow, grimacing at the faulty accusation that she already knows by way of presentation. Doesnât take long also for the different neurons firing in her brain thatâs filled to the brim by the way of the law - only for that to be completely flattened out in one of those lobes replaced with various details of what youâre talking about.
âWhat are you talking about?â Minju asks, tilting her head upward that makes the sight of the high ground utterly so familiar.Â
âDahyun can easily tell that we have something going on,â you remind her, âShe can easily read the both of us like a childrenâs book andââÂ
âBullshit,â her face crinkling with a tone more deaf the the simple drone of a dead phone line, âYou know damn well that thereâs nothing happening between us, so stop with the conviction.â Â
âIâm not saying that youâre being convicted of my point,â you start, pushing her chair away to leave you space when youâre leaning over, seeing her back hit the cushion of the chair where she wiggles more comfortably with both hands on the armrests, âif anything, youâre just simply denying that there was ever really a thing between you and I.âÂ
âAnd that should be the end of that, no?â Minju coos, tipping her head a little bit higher, âCan you concur that there is nothing happening between us, especially in the workplace?âÂ
Minju is a professional, on par with the same archetypes like Dahyun. Sheâs witty, calculated, knows a lot more things from her experience compared to you, and blowhards herself way too much for anyoneâs own liking. Every argument with her always starts with her leading the charge, to make you feel smaller right off the bat so that youâd have no way to counter unless your point seems fit to her points of focus.Â
Okay, it may not be every verbal exchange with her on a day to day basis, considering that itâs also filled with witty banter and small inside jokes that could totally fall within the implications of the term âflirtingâ, but nothing ever really escalated from that.Â
You also stuck your ears in between conversations during various corporate events and coworker mixers. Hell, even the pool of associates away from the main quarters of partners and senior partners all gave you the necessary praise for the chemistry that youâve developed with Minju. Some days she wants to have your head on a platter, other days the talks were good, and you two managed to get things done around the office.Â
Except for one day, and the details are still a bit murky for you to put up in recording: another workday in the office, maybe a little slow for Wednesday transition from morning to an afternoon -Â but a free flowing circulation of phone calls, fax reports, conference appointments with clients, and a running order of Hyewonâs go-to latte from the coffee shop on the first floor.Â
Bouncing back and forth between Dahyunâs office and Yuriâs, you make a quick detour towards Minjuâs office who happened to slot herself on the left side of you while matching your walking pace. Expecting a quick quip from her like any other morning, you were waiting for it, but she hits you with the âfile room, now.â order that has you in-tow right behind her on the way there.Â
Though your mind was already in overtime mode with the workload that was dropped to your desk roughly about two hours since arriving, it had already been nonstop and maybe Minjuâs time could be quick if it was related to saving the firm from being purged by pulling some old papers in the filing room. Somewhere along those lines, your mind gets blanked out from the cramped space of the metal shelves, those dusty boxes, compounded by dim lighting in the room already.Â
What you do remember:Â
The small little gasps and hums when youâre sucking along the line of Minjuâs neck, gripping the fistfuls of her dress and sliding your hand along her thighs.Â
(So much for keeping it professional with the woman whoâs also technically your primary boss.)
âHow do you want to go about this?â you ask, âDo you want me to persuade you into telling Dahyun that we need a little more time?âÂ
Minju hums, pensively, as the question itself is rather a tempting decision thatâs also actionable at best. You could see the small lump from the inside of her cheek before she shifts it across her upper lip to the other side, twisting her chair forward to place both elbows on the desk with fingers intertwined like sheâs praying for the Lordâs insight from above. âWeâve been on the nose with this thing for too long now, I think itâs about time to cut our losses before things get ugly.âÂ
You donât say anything, leaning yourself onto the obsidian while your arms bridge themselves together, flexing the wool in the threads when she makes eye contact with you, flicking her eyes back onto the paper where thereâs a few blank lines that still need to be written in ink.Â
With a simple lift of her signature ballpoint pen by you, she takes it, twirling it around like you were doing a few minutes ago to imply that your point finally got through to her, fingers grazing along the fine paper to fill in the gaps.Â
But the vantage point where your ass is pressed against the edge is proving to be some sense of uncomfortability, so you change course, from left to right, vacant chair adjacent to the desk in your hands in a fraction of a second, scooching closely while Minju scoffs at the prying during the task, âDidnât think itâd be that easy for you to be cooperative with the demands.âÂ
âStop,â and Minju sings this with the better facade of her naivete, âUnlike you, Iâm willing to actually listen to what's being asked from the first try, and not have it repeated to me through different remarks.â Â
You get too close, too soon, when the ends of her hair brushes against the front corner of your lips and cheek, she could hear the air close at the bottom of your throat when the tip of your nose barely grazes her cheekbone. A moment like this occurred before, you could say itâs in the sense of deja vu: Minju invites you out for some quality time between partner and associate, a few drinks were on the table, and Minju challenges you to a simple game of pool.Â
Sounds pretty mangable and straightforward, right?Â
Wrong.Â
You get shafted by Minju the first game, pull yourself back the next round. Thereâs this back and forth like usual banter between colleagues, dishing out trash talk for some good olâ competition. The count of drinks gets lost along with the perception of time, and this happens on impulse when youâre backed into a corner with the eight ball being the last one for Minju while youâre behind on three solids. She rambled about you being always two steps behind and you canât blame or deny the fact that sheâs also way out of your league, so what do you do? Take the pleasantries of hums to your advantage, molding your hips along with hers, calloused hands lightly clinging onto the denim while your chin nestles into her collarbone, saying carelessly with intent of taunting, donât you think you should call the last shot if you do make it?Â
Minju nips her lip triumphantly, turning her head, catching on with what youâre incessantly doing, whispering her call: left corner pocket. The attention to the black ball slips out of your mind when she presses your lips onto your cheek, a fatal blow while the space opens up between you again, tipping her head back also lets you know that you lost the best of three series, which also meant that the loser has to pay the bill.Â
(You pay your dues, but also add the pay up by making your own call: pocketing yourself into Minjuâs cunt on her bed later that would only serve all the wiser.)Â
A flashback in your mind that took minutes, only to be reeled into the real world by merely seconds, âYou missed one more clausââÂ
That gap could be filled after, because this deal on the agenda was more important to deal with.Â
Minju grabs you by the tie, leveling your head with hers. Your hands are quick to smooth out her skirt from behind, letting the various files and dossiers rest across the desk or on the floor, depending where her hands land for a proper hold. Some lights stay on long after hours, to serve as a subtle ambience that no matter what time it may be, someoneâs still hard at work on a case, or waiting for their personal driver on the ground floor. Though, some other cases include a well-spoken conversation, or even just chatting between colleagues - this chat about work with Minju however, was anything but that.Â
Right off the bat, youâre reminded of how Minju is so easy to break down, despite her having a front that has every possible contingency of shutting herself away from others because sheâs not that kind of character to be soft and open, until where your fingers are dancing alongside the slope of her bottoms at the hips, thumb rounding the hard end with a slow pull of her chair to reel closer until youâre at the edge of your seat.Â
The move itself is so subtle, setting her on the desk in a similar position that you were in while she was signing through the documents with her ass pressed against the desk, scooching back while dancing with her tongue, lips parted with her head tilted. Youâve also managed to get your hands underneath Minjuâs perfect thighs, lifting her up to the tabletop, spreading her long limbs much like to that excerpt of Moses parting the Red Sea, dipping your hand underneath to get a feel of her lace.Â
Minjuâs breaths become slightly erratic, nearly short-circuiting the more your fingertips dance along the line of her skirt; inner thighs pressing along the side of your hips while you cater your mouth and fingers in her hair, her neck, the growing heat rising in the skin when she whimpers through your teeth given how cold it was in the room. How your fingertips graze along the slightly damp fabric with one- maybe two tips, you chuckle softly at how sheâs very responsive to the touch, the small clutch around your neck and back from her arms to serve as a safeguard.Â
This is something that youâll probably take to the District Attorney, let alone have Dahyun in the loop, in the specific case where you find yourself with no other option, a last resort to drown her into the ground:Â
âLet me ask you this again,â you prompt with another received kiss to the growing swell of your bottom lip, âAre you sure that thereâs nothing happening between us? Especially in the workplace?âÂ
Minju gasps out before you shut her up with your lips, channeling the moan when you increase the intensity of swirling around her clit, putting her hips out forward to sate that ache for at least something, anything.Â
âYouâre certain that you can say with full confidence that you have no kind of interest in me, whatsoever, admit to me right now that Iâm correct.âÂ
You could tell from the look on her face and the moan she lets out, vocal cords open and freely flowing with the heavy tone while crumbling at the touch, all hot and wet and losing most of the plot at this point before even getting to the real business. Itâs really wicked, how this woman as your boss flaunts around the floor, knowing that she wonât let anything get in her way for getting the case done, doing whatever it takes to see it through to the end and even if the methods arenât within the boundaries.Â
Like you could handle the boundaries yourself, playing nice isnât always the way to go.Â
While your hand hikes up the smooth skin of her thigh, feeling an unfamiliar ridge, a weave, something that hugs her leg that probably deserves to be there, to help with the appearance and everything- maybe not or maybe so, youâll assess when the moment gets there. She grips around what she could touch in terms of your blazer, hips pushing forward at the flex of muscle when youâre scratching the surface of her clothed cunt, the ripple effect shown in her body as she arches first, then sighs into your collarbone the next.Â
âMmn, prettyââ Minju groans out, letting a small hiss through the porcelain cracks of her teeth, âso well, so, so amazing.âÂ
Youâll seek out the wants, the needs, the odds to break even, testing out the very little restraints in patience left while this cold-hearted woman is melting into your touch, giving you the benefit of having free reign over her body, when sheâs murmuring these little hums and broken phrases that switches back to yours with more perversion.Â
âI need an answer from you.â Playing prosecutor against the defense wasnât always ideal unless itâs a mock trial, but youâre always one to challenge Minju, getting her to see your points on a day to day basis, proving her wrong when you know itâs impossible to. She can see right through you, always letting you take the loss, never accepting a victory that you rightfully deserved. Youâll be good, go to her when youâre in a rut, she expects it to happen, thatâs how loyalty works. Though, thereâs nothing wrong with being defiant. âDonât make me ask again.âÂ
Itâs all a tease, the way you let the lace dip underneath the slit with the extra press of fingers, toying with the soaking walls and fighting the urge to tug the strings the more you repeat the same fucking routineâ
âBaby,â she croons, itâs pathetic. Youâre about to get worked up too if you play the waiting game, dragging your thumb across her clit so delicately that sheâs quivering, squirming, feeling the tense in her shoulders through the button up, hanging onto your forearm when the hold gets a little too tight. Those breathy gasps get your mind ahead to whatâs coming, the natural instinct of what youâll do to her in her office, on top of her desk, and maybe even on that stupid velvet couch if need be.Â
You can hear the huffs more clearly down your ear, the rise and fall of her upper body when you coax her for a few seconds; sheâs spiraling out of control, a whine gets suppressed with a press of lips to her throat, and she stumbles back on her arm, spreading wider in mirth.Â
Sheâs shaking her head, eyes screwed shut, like wincing, the whine too - holy hell - itâs reminding you after that night at the bar with her, a moment coming full circle.Â
A hand sweeps through her hair, fingers carding, you kiss that sweet spot just underneath her earlobe, a lick from the tip of your tongue to get her more fitful, bring the desperation and sluttiness out of her lips.Â
âDo you have- â sheâs sputtering out the letters and consonants, intertwined with hitches and moans, âany idea of what you do?â Minju canât stay composed while the nips at her jaw and neck close the distance between her mouthâ
âHavenât had the slightest.â you whisper, hiking up the last bit of her skirt to see the new piece to untangle, âGod, Minju- lacy stockings? Really?âÂ
The laugh she lets out should set you off in annoyance, almost like a border thatâs meant to be there and never to be touched - let alone cross, fingers clasped around the nape of your neck to keep you trapped while she smiles to the small victory, âYou sound surprised. I always come to work with these pairs from time to time, but you donât leer when I want you to.âÂ
Her eyes flutter shut once again when you tend to her pulse point, mouth gaping open when youâre doing two things at once: soothing the warmth on her neck while your fingers work teasing her clit and walls, a punishment of sorts when sheâs reeling back onto the desk with a slipping hand, her other limp gripping your forearm to not stop - but keep going.Â
âHow longââ Minju asks while sheâs practically sliding off of the polished bark, âhave you waited to do thisâŚto me?â Strands of hair falling forward ever-so slightly in front of her forehead, hand tangled to the back of your head while your ear is pressing against the hard line of her collarbone. You donât pay any attention to her subjective inquiry, replacing it with another strand of moans leaving her lips when you skate her ass across the table again, the bottoms of her thighs meeting yours, melting a bit more when her core rubs against the emerging bulge from between your legs.Â
She knows what sheâs doing, itâs a trade off of pushing buttons. Trying to get you to lose all the sensible urges just to give her what she exactly wants.Â
You let your hands map out the case: her hips, the flat plane of her waist, where the peak of her hips meet at the hint of her obliques, only for your digits to spread out behind on the curve of her ass, feeling the lacy panties that might go against dress code policy because of how too fucking thin they were. Minju grins against your mouth, the exchange of hot air serving to be this addicting oxygen that you canât get enough of. âWho knows how long Iâve wanted to have a crack at you. I just put myself off to the side because I knew that Iâd never stand a chance.âÂ
She laughs, and you hate to admit how much you like it. The image of her being disheveled in front of you, just inches away from the fingertips; legs spread out wide on her own desk, waiting to be ruined.Â
âWhatâs going through your head right now?â Minju asks, tossing her arm on the lower section of your waist, seizing you while failing to meet her glazed eyes. âHave youâŚfantasized about me? Tell me all about it. Iâm intrigued. Want to know what gets you off after work.âÂ
And there it goes again: the banter. Sheâs always quick for a couple liners, sayings and slang that youâve shared with her day in day out. Minju isnât the kind of person to greet you with a âgood morningâ or âwant to get a quick drink or bite from the cafe downstairs?â - but rather: right down to the dirty business of what she needs you to do in the long, extensive hours of the workday, dealing with clients, putting up with her and Hyewonâs bullshit, getting the necessary paperworks, and having some random beef with Yena in the break room. Minju is always quick to give you insight on what needs to happen, you also supply your own opinions and takes where Minju does accept some of them (most of the time).Â
Except for this, when her cropped blazer is barely hanging off the shoulders, skirt hiked up past the peak of her thighs, displaying that wet spot in between her unbelievable legs, pulling you by the tie because she doesnât have time for you to fucking daydream saying: âCâmon, pretty boy. Youâre basically drooling in front of me and we havenât even got to the fun parts yetââÂ
She stops short when you lay the rough palm of your hand against her pussy, hushing through the cuff of her ear, grip tightening and muscles tensing in her body as if something snapped within you - which it did for a slight second - before you draw yourself back, finally looking her in the brown ambers of her eyes.Â
âI had a dream once,â you finally built up the courage to start, âabout being here, in your office.â landing a kiss to the corner of her lip to keep yourself focused. On a night just like this, where youâre sitting nicely on top of your desk. Your legs were spread apart like so. Minju coos when she sees you lightly licking your lips. It wouldâve been better if you were already out of your clothes, naked for me. Her head dips forward when she feels the languid circles rubbed across her clit, I fucked you right here, on this desk. And then, I ruined that pretty little couch that you love so much apparently.Â
âGod, youâre insane.â Sheâs acting innocently like she too hasnât been teasing you out and around the workplace before this.Â
Insane? It becomes a little bit more deranged where Minjuâs jaw drops to the floor when she hears the sinful sound of her lacy panties being ripped away from her hips.Â
âOh, I could do a lot more for you right now, and believe me, I will.â You assess the drainage when your finger plunges into her cunt; the sharp inhale she takes in while saying âshitâ is only brief when youâre thrown off by her walls tightening around you, her hands working the buckle of your belt and slithering past the pants.Â
âAnd how do you suppose youâll keep your word?â she asks, fingers coiling your cock, the reaction easily readable judging from the loss of breath through your windpipe.
âConsider this as wet work.âÂ
âWet work?âÂ
This attractive woman whoâs posture could rival classy models, with those perfect lips in both sets, the image now being unraveled like an item being auctioned off to the highest bidder: how her legs open enough for you to fill the space, the way her bra sits across her chest once the blazer is finally discarded onto the floor. (Sheâs pretty now, sheâll be even prettier when you have your way over her, helplessly letting these soft sounds out, coming undone over or underneath, it wonât matter either way, because thatâs always the endgame.)Â
âYouâve got your skirt on still,â you observe, pulling her closer to the edge of the slab, âI donât know if-âÂ
âIgnoring the double entendre you made?â she gasps, struggling to keep composure when the ends of your fingers, tightening her grip around your cock while the other arm is thrown around your shoulder, âjust-please-like that-fuck-oh fuck-âÂ
Minju sort of hides away from the immense pressure in her cunt and her clit, seeing the usual features on her face show a little more crease to them, slacking with her words, lost, feeling every bit of you, huffs of poor syllables and consonants, octaves going up in keys. Youâre loving how needy sheâs getting.Â
Whatâs the matter? You whisper against her chin. You donât seem too well. Body burning up? Too hot for you to handle? Sheâs gone too far off to answer, only by huffs and light nods of her head, the flex in her knees, hands across your broad back, working herself around your fingers, groaning when it gets all too much.Â
The idea of staying at the firm for the night doesnât seem that bad of an idea to do.Â
âFingers, babe,â she whines, rasping in moans at the ends of them, âfingers are too fucking good, want it- so bad-give me aâfuck-âÂ
Her eyes are screwed shut, clinging onto your body desperately while she starts to work the buttons off your shirt; starting in the middle rather than the top or bottom because she canât think straight. But she diverts her hands instead to the loops on your sides, wiggling you out of your pants more - keeping herself moving while trying to ignore the throbbing thatâs happening between her legs.Â
âTell me what you need, boss,â you say, a little tinge of sincerity behind the professional title. âMaybe put some solidity to this little affair?âÂ
Minju gives you this glare, scattered ends of her hair covering the little blush thatâs all too apparent across her cheeks, failing fantastically the way she lets out this wail when your two fingers fill up her cunt completely, pulling her over the edge of the desk one last time as you mesh your hips right in the underside of her thighs, body leaning back with the arch bending a whole lot deeper, head back while you lean yourself forward that tips over a few trinkets across the desk; some picture frames fall face flat, that one pendulum set youâd always mess around with in the morning briefings nicks around in disarray, and her nameplate kinda just gets hit in the crossfire by Minjuâs stray hand and onto the floor.Â
âCall this,â she sputters, gasping, heaving most likely, âa hot and steamy affair.âÂ
âYouâd like that wouldnât you?â you retort, âdonât get smart with me now.âÂ
She just looks at you with that same sly smirk sheâs been wearing whenever she teases you about anything. You find it annoying at times because of how effortless she does it, this time her breaking smile doesnât match up with her eyes and how they are dead, sincere with a desire waiting to be fulfilled, a craving thatâs been long overdue simply because you know that Minju is not an easy person to break down, though thatâs been proven to be the complete opposite now.Â
Thereâs this priming for a second, your own hand wrapped around your cock, getting close, until you nudge yourself from the first few inches inside her cunt, feeling the small press to push more, replaced with the easy glide inside the compact, yet addicting heat. Itâs also kinda cute how you and Minju share this quick inhale - a hiss would be better to describe it - then you see her blown out irises, that sly smile getting more lazier, lost completely when you drag the half of your length out, slowly, steadily.Â
âWait, fuck-â she mumbles out, laying flat across the top. Her chest rises and falls a little more erratically, eyelids fluttering shut when you sink back right in, deeper this time, delicately, a little tease with the pullout before feeling her out completely. You learn for the first time ever since stepping inside that one room that day for the interview: that small thought of how it would be so easy to slot yourself right into Minju would be nothing but a pipe dream, becomes too real to relish in the feeling now.Â
Then she mumbles again: âholy fucking shit.âÂ
You give one good snap of the hips for good measure, and the ripple effect of Minjuâs body sliding across the desk, the wiggle in her perfect tits, her hands hold fast to yours around her thighs as if sheâll do the fucking all by herself while you just stand there in awe.Â
But youâre good as fucked if you werenât already, so you snap your hips back into her again, harder. Then again, filling up her perfect cunt each and every time you bottom out. Youâll take this image to your grave, let this be the last piece of evidence submitted to the judge whoâll sentence you do a much safer place in hell: MInjuâs pretty body, with stockings around her perfect legs, tits sliding across her chest in every stroke, cock disappearing inside her cunt as her pretty lips fit around them with ease.Â
âMinju, I - God,â, you try to tell her, the promise buried in your throat, buried underneath the air that flows right above the words, as your hips meet hers, the audible smack of her thighs filling up the office, how amazing sheâs massaging your length well deep inside her, all slicked up and smooth for you to keep going. âIâve been waiting for this- dreaming how to get you all stretched with this tight pussy. Your cunt, baby. MinjuââÂ
âYouâve shown me why - why I chose you, out of everyone else - show me again how good you can-â she breathes. When her mouth trails off again, because of the strokes, the clench in her pussy, hands clinging onto your wrists as you cast your own hands onto her waist.Â
Eventually, nothing sounds better than the noises she makes against your collarbone, angling deeper where - you find out on the fly, and maybe something to keep in mind for later. Itâs all coaxed out when youâre working her to the wall, holding her carefully while she can just keep herself stretched out, working all of the bundle of nerves across the spots inside her cunt.Â
âMore, honey,â and the pet names just seem to escalate as they come, do they? She sets herself up on a wobbly elbow, seeing the flex of muscle across your arms and stomach each time you rip into her, fucking her with a steady pace, but teetering on the subtle rawness, that hidden potential that sets yourself apart from the other talents you have working as one of the top employees. âLove it when you- fuck me to pieces.âÂ
"Anything else you want to say to me?"
âWhatâs also nice is that,â she continues to ramble (another thing that youâve heard make rounds through the wings), dizziness shown in her eyes, the continuous clapping of her pulsing cunt, tightening around you, molding her into the perfect shape of - âhow you continue to surprise everyone here, including me-âÂ
A string of curses spill out your mouth, Minju canât help with the mix of laughs and moans at how good you feel inside her, the sight of your cock vanishing between her legs, putting one past the degree where her knee nearly touches her clothed tit, and that gets her wincing for a quick second. Youâll probably put this in a mental file, how youâll get her to molten cunt more creaming until she cums, cums, cums and cums-
â-youâre like me, but only as a handsome guy who continues to impress-âÂ
Anything else that comes out of her mouth in lieu of praise will only feed that ego in your mind to get one over her, to say that youâll always be two steps behind her while sheâs five ahead. She doesnât let you off easily, so why would you do the opposite for her? Rocking your hips towards hers makes the legs of the desk mirror the motion of your tempo, thumbs pressed up against the mold of her ribs just underneath her breasts, deep into the skin where you could also bend the bones beneath them while they rebound off of the smacks.Â
Youâve got your hand over her mouth, to shut her up, eyes squinted tight to where her brows could meet in the middle, grasping onto your wrist while the muffles of your name reach higher in octaves, sobbing in her moans while sheâs suffocating against the roughness of your palm.
She canât keep focus for any moment longer, eliciting shorter gasps when you tease by slapping your cock head on the nub of her clit, gritting her teeth at the shameless tease youâre giving.Â
âCan-â itâs a little sweltering to notice that sheâs reduced to helpless one word blurbs, slipping inside of her once again to make her chest freeze off of the flares in her waist. âharder- i need you to-âÂ
The shiver that erupts through your fibers sends you in limbo, feeling Minjuâs ankle anchor behind your back, serving as the reins when you stutter in pace, ass hanging off of the desk to completely bottom her out, and your cock is constantly getting soaked with a new layer of her slick each time you pull back.Â
That low groan she lets out meshed with the word âfuckâ undermines her whole persona. Once known for being straightforward with her words, now lurching you in to keep pounding into her, slaps bouncing off the windows when she tries to perch her head upwards to see the damage, but slowly losing tension in her neck, deprived of focus when she lolls her head back to the original spot, sucking in air, sobbing even more loudly.Â
âPlease, like that, keep doing that, Iâll let you anything to me, justââ You could see her lip wobble a bit slightly, cunt shaped to every minute detail of your cock, âiâm so- so fucking close, you fuck me so good- so wellââÂ
âSo tight,â you say, deep of that desired well. Minju is past the point of where the obscene words and demands canât even be verbally said anymore. Sheâs whimpering, lazy wrist over her mouth again, the little strands in her hair bouncing along as one of the ripple effects caused by your length. âGonna have you aching for me long after-âÂ
Itâs all royally fucked.Â
The way that she, oh-Â
How she clamps well around you, the new coat of her arousal soaking your crotch. When youâve edged her out past the bar and how her whole body spasms in strain and ease, sheâs clutching for something within arms reach - your hands and fingers, or anything that she can grasp - while these sinful sounds unravel her from her vocal cords. Her eyes look like they canât open at all; with the small stream of stray tears falling from her cheek. Youâre also crinkling your own features, jaw hung low with the bellowing moan leaving your mouth along with hers.Â
You could easily get lost in the reveling of Minju cumming over your cock, but youâre not seeing this through to the end not just yet.Â
In one swift motion, you flip her over, hook her waist, pull this one party trick of stripping her bra away from her chest, pushing her back down to which she giggles slightly. âHere.â you tell her, mouth well above the lobe of her ear, hanging her ass off the desk again. âIâm just getting started.âÂ
Minju puts this lazy smile on her face, eyelids still closed, using whatever energy left that you havenât dicked out of her to catch her breath, sliding her palms across the desk downwards to set herself in place. âGod,â she says this as a revelation, âyou are so fucking good.âÂ
A low chuckle is all she hears while you pull her back up against your stomach, twisting her head up to your lips, pressing them to her cheek, while she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.Â
You say this as a serving rebuttal: âIâm better than good.âÂ
Minju can be selfish at times, always willing to put her own personal interests over yours or anyone elseâs (most of the time). But when youâve broken her down to this: knees apart, your back flush with hers on her favorite couch, pushing well past the limit, driving your cockhead down the deepest depth to where you could get it, cupping the crease where her leg and hip meet, clasping with the pads of your fingers, dragging and impaling her what could be a punishment for her - or a reward to the limitless amounts of things that she wants and receives on almost every occasion. Sheâs the kind of woman to play the long game, hard to get, make someone like you grind your way in order to rail her in the most intense-rough fuck that she loves (but wonât admit), or the excruciating delay of feeling every nerve binded inside her walls, where the veins of your length just graze slightly enough to feel the tense in her muscles, her hands; going limp while lazily whining at the slide of your dick inside her cunt, playing with her while sheâs whimpering at you to finish the job.Â
âGod fucking dammit,â she manages, laying herself flat while youâre hovering right on top of her, taking your cock while she can only grip the seat covers. Itâs all there, bare back and ass, the set of stockings still on her majestic thighs. Youâre hitting her hips hard and heavy, the stable and slow strokes while she fills your ears with these strings of babbles that arenât really conceivable to decipher or understand. She got a little to excited, bouncing her ass back against your cock while you just drop your arms and admired the show, before pushing deep with your balls nicking the clit at the end of every thrust, and that earns you these thick gasps, only taking you whole with every slam of your weight against her nimble body. âGod, I- fuck- need you all the time, please.âÂ
âWhatever you want,â you hush against the crook of her neck. That is something that youâll take to heart under oath. She croons at how you're spilling all of these filthy things in her ear, a guarantee of sorts to the promises that have already bent the both of your minds into obliviion. "If it helps to stop you from fucking those other scumbags you call 'your clients' on a weekend basis, then I'll give it to you, sweetheart."
The self-control went off the rails a while ago, this was just free real estate with the endless cantations of moans coming out of her. "Need me to cum inside this sopping cunt so badly?" you ask, pulling a handful of hair that lifts her by the neck, "love using this pussy to get myself off."
She's giggling at the action because it's necessary. You could imagine the grin on her face for the entire world to see. "Words baby, or I'll cum-"
âFuck- just, do anything- I want you.â Minju gasps with a whine tinged behind the words. Itâll be in the records, spoken into existence. She could care more less than a fuck of what others think after all of this is over. Pace slowing down, feeling that throb tremor against her walls when youâve held out for this long, an overdue reward in itself.Â
It just took one more good hit to bury your cock into that perfect pussy, spilling everything, sending it deeper in the trenches of her cunt, fucking yourself in while sheâs putting some effort to say your name, only for it to be overpowered by the gluttal moans youâre letting out while the shackles of tension finally come loose. Her head is pressed enough to leave a visible print on the cushions, crying before the shudder translates to her noises when you drive all the way in for one final time, letting the pulse die out; every heartbeat, every drop.Â
Your nose is pressed into the side of her head, taking in that sweet scent from her hair, showered in bliss, tangling and untangling until she takes rest in your arms, straddling your lap, chin forming alongside the small dip in your collarbone.Â
Minju offers this lazy smile, matching your rise and fall of breaths in your chest, blowing this hint of cool air to your neck that makes you twitch slightly from the sudden sensation, lips against the line of your throat:Â
âA hot and steamy affair, huh? I think I can let that pass by.âÂ
âYou really want to call it that?â you inquire, hands sliding down to the plush of her ass.Â
Minju simply laughs while you shake your head at the rhetorical question. âAll honesty though, I thought that you and-âÂ
âWe are not going there.â you tell her, leaning back when she sets herself straight in your arms, hands along broad shoulders with the curtain of her hair falling towards one side. Definitely something that youâve had in a wet dream before - talk about having deja vu. âAbsolutely not.âÂ
Itâs when she trails her fingertip across the chiseled form of muscle across your chest, elevating her hand higher to cup your face. She gives you this look in her eyes, the kind that would make anyone keel over because as youâre reminded: Minju is someone who always gets what she wants. And when she rubs her thumb across your cheek, your cock jumps a few millimeters underneath her hips to which she notices, and seizes the opportunity presented to her.Â
Leaning forward with a purring whisper in the act, and youâre suspended in time while she moves. âI think I should repay you for treating me right just now.âÂ
Minju has never owed anything to you. For the most part in your career, it was her that has given you these chances to make a name for yourself, to prove that you could go toe to toe with the best in the court, to prove to her why she chose you out of countless others to be her associate. If anything, you owe pretty much everything to her.Â
But maybe-
Maybe just this once-
âMy little pretty boy needs to have his cock all cared for, right?â she asks when she sinks down to the edge of the disgraced couch, spreads your knees apart, eyes trained on you, lowering her head to swipe her tongue across your balls and the base of your shaft, feeling that same twitch in your cock when she gets a dainty hand across the length, well trained with the languid strokes that sheâs giving you; itâs not hard to give in to that searing heat of her mouth while youâre trying to find the right words to respond.Â
(The options here are very limited: considering the fact that you have your hips forward with your friend / partner / new love interest slobbering all over your length, rubbing the head of your cock across her pretty face until she drains you out completely, painting her cheek white and bathing in the taste of your cum while youâre struggling to stay awake.Â
After all, you could just spend the night here at the firm bearing in mind how late it is.Â
Or better yet, have Minju stay at your place to not give Dahyun another headache to deal with the next morning.)Â
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ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.
ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.
(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball.Â
(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.
(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.
(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.
(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home.Â
(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.
(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.
(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldnât approve.Â
(brotherâs keeper): sender is receiverâs brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.
(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.
(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.
(guard): sender is made receiverâs guard and they have to travel/spend time together.
(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.
(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead.Â
(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realmâs prince/princess.
(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.
(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiverâs hand to wrap around a wound.
(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.
(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.
(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiverâs protector while receiver is traveling/captive.
(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.
(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.
(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.
(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.
(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.
(my paramour): receiver becomes senderâs mistress.
(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.
(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.
(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.
(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.
(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.
(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.
(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.
(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to senderâs sibling and a romance develops.
(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.
SENTENCES AND QUOTES:
âYou are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.â
âHe didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.â
âLittle by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.â
âI want youâbut I donât want this."
âRule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.â
âThereâs a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.â
âI will not share you."
âWell, princess, letâs see what youâre made of.â
âShe added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.â
âYour eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that youâre angry. You want me.â
âHe is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.â
âJust how long have you been sticking it to the girl whoâs like a little sister to us?â
âThereâs a certain sort of beauty in submission.â
âMy story hasnât been written yet, but I know it begins with you.â
âYou will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?â
âShe didnât need a man. She wanted one.â
âYour wish is my command, my queen.â
âIt is legal because I wish it.â
âRejection is an opportunity for your selection.â
âShe's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.â
âDo you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"
âMake no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.â
âBut perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."
âI cannot come with you, my prince.â
âThis woman was consuming him, bit by bit.â
âCall him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.â
âYou are the harbor of my soulâs journeying.â
âWe love what we love. We donât need to justify it to anyone⌠not even to ourselves.â
âTo love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.â
âThe heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.â
âGive yourself to me.â
âI ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.â
âI married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?â
âMarriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.â
âWe are trapped by convention and must marry another.â
âWe had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.â
âBe with me. Want me. Stay with me.I donât know how to be without you.â
âWe were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.â
âMr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, Iâll never forgive you.â
âYou are my very own forbidden fruit.â
âIâm scared, but Iâd rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.â
âAnd you, are mine.â
âYou think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.â
âI will share him with you, I cannot lose him.â
âWhy must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?â
âYou must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.â
âOne day, I will be able to leave you.â
âDid he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?â
"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"
âAnd why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'
"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."
"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."
âI have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."
âBecause,by the time Iâm done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.â
âSuppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.â
âYouâre not planning to refuse me, are you?â
'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.â
âSay you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.â
âI am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.â
âIf I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.â
âI have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.â
âThat scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.â
âI desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."
âYouâre the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I donât give a damn that Iâm about to be incinerated.â
âWhatever bad thing happened to you, it hasnât made you less beautiful. Thereâs beauty in darkness, too.â
âI belong to you. Only youâŚIâll always be yours. No matter what.â
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Lucerys' funerals and Jace saying he'd ratehr die himself than lose another of his brothers and being heartbroken and you comforting/being there for him
Although Jacaerys looks really good in his new clothes, I'm not ready for this scene. It will most likely happen in episode 1. I tried to minimize the sadness, but be prepared for tears
Warnings: graphic details/mention of Lucerys' death,
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Three days after Lucerys left to deliver a message on Stormâs End, dreadful news reached Rhaenyra: her son was dead. A raven from Lord Borros reported that a fisherman had discovered Lucerysâ head and neck washed up beneath the cliffs of Storm's End.Â
First, her father and her stillborn daughter. Then, her crown. And now her teenage son, her sweet boy Lucerys. Rhaenyra had known loss in her life, but how much grief and pain could one person bear before theyâre inconsolable?
The cause of Lucerysâ death was a mystery, but Daemon vowed to uncover the truth. Although he wasnât his son by blood, he cared about the boy. The storm alone could not have decapitated him, no matter how fierce.
The young princeâs remains were brought to Dragonstone, but Rhaenyra needed more. Determined and heartbroken, she flew on Syraxâs back, searching for ten days for any remains of Lucerys â or Arrax. If the storm caused them to crash, there should be more evidence, right? Yet, the Queen found nothing.
During these ten days, Jacaerys returned from the North with promising news about the Vale and Winterfell. He entered the quiet castle with a smile on his face, impatient to tell his mother about her new allies, but it washed away when you told him about his little brother.
Jacaerys' stomach churned, refusing to believe the words. Lucerys couldn't be dead. He saw him a few days ago, they were sparring on the beach.
ââNo⌠Thatâs not true,ââ he denied, shaking his head.Â
ââThey found parts of his body, IâŚIâm sorry, Jace. Luke is dead.ââÂ
Jacaerys stood still for a moment, his face pale and expressionless as the reality of your words began to sink in. He was rarely ever struck, but losing a brother felt like a part of him was being ripped away. You watched as he brought a hand over his heart, filled with a deep, aching pain. His face contorted and his eyes welled up with tears.Â
Seeing him break was rare, and it tore at your heart.Â
He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the tears, and looked at you, his eyes filled with despair. ââHow did it happen?ââ he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The Kingâs passing had been a significant loss for the Seven Kingdoms, but Jacaerys was never close to his grandsire. He had seen him occasionally in Kingâs Landing and at the occasional dinner, but the King had been very ill. His death had been inevitable.Â
Lucerys, however, was young and healthy, with his whole life ahead of him.
A tear slipped down Jacaerysâ face. He never thought he would have to live a life without his brother.
You shook your head, wishing you had answers. ââWe donât know. Daemon is looking for answers.ââ
The day of the funeral, Dragonstone was silent, grieving the loss of the young prince.Â
Your stomach was tied in a knot as you dressed yourself. A maid came to your door, asking if you wanted her help this morning, but you politely declined. Today was going to be emotional and you wanted to get ready in privacy.
When you finished clasping your necklace, you glanced at Jacaerys and noticed he was struggling. He couldnât get his hands to stop shaking, making it impossible to fasten his brooch right. He made a noise of frustration and you walked over to him.Â
ââLet me help.ââ you said softly, securing the brooch to his cloak and doublet, and smoothing his collar.
He thanked you with the smallest smile, grateful to have you in his life â especially in dark times. He couldnât have found a better person to call his wife.Â
ââHave you gotten the clothes from Lukeâs chamber?ââ you asked. Â
Jacaerys let out a heavy breath. ââY-yeah. Theyâre over there, on the bed.ââÂ
It was his idea to take some of Lucerysâ clothes to burn with what was found of his body. It looked less disturbing than a single head in the middle of the funeral pyre. Â
ââI knew there would be deaths during the war â itâs inevitable â, but I didnât think Luke would be the first to go. I should have taught him how to navigate a dragon during a stormâŚââ
You cupped his face between your hands, making him look at you. ââDonât go there,ââ you said firmly, holding his teary eyes. ââWhat happened was not your fault, Jace.ââÂ
Jacaerys closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. ââI know,ââ he whispered, his voice breaking. ââA part of me cannot help but feel some guilt. Luke was always scared of flying, of not being able to control his dragon. And nowâ now heâs dead.ââÂ
You pressed your forehead against his, holding back your own tears. You tried to think of something to say, but no words would alleviate the pain.Â
ââI would rather die than lose another of my brothers.ââ
â
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hold me down (and make me scream) | s. hanta
s: Sero wants to explore his quirk in bed. Or: the one he convices you to let him tied you up and use you however he wants.
w: bondage, kinky shit, use of vibrators, overstimulation, smut, sero is the king of aftercare, this is my kinkiest yet lol
n: hehe, tape quirk comes in handy. betaread by @jemifis â¤ď¸ read on ao3
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There's a package waiting for you on your door when you get home. Usually, you'd be suspicious of something like that. Being a well-known pro-hero has its disadvantages, such as people who don't like you and that would do anything so you disappear. However, it intrigues you.
The box has your name and your address on it, and it's from Amazon. You try to remember if you ordered something and forgot about it, but nothing comes to mind. You quickly pick it up, enter your apartment and go to the kitchen to get some scissors to open it up.
There's another box inside, covered in silver wrapping, the standard Amazon one. So someone bought you a gift from the site. Not a big deal. Impatient, you tear the paper and quickly open the box.
The contents of the box make your eyes widen in shock, a gasp leaving your lips as you cover your mouth in disbelief. Inside, there are several different vibrators of assorted colors and types. Your first thought is that some internet troll had pulled a prank on you, but then again, how did they get your personal address? Fanmail and letters are always sent to the hero agency you work at â not that you get many, anyway.
A card in the box catches your eye and, curious, you flip it over to read it:
Remember your promise, angel. â S.
Immediately, you grab your phone and look for Seroâs contact.
âHey, angelââ he picks up after three rings.
âHanta, what the fuck?!â you interrupt him, and he just laughs. You can practically picture his stupid grin as the sound comes through the receiver.
âSo you got my little gift.â
âLittle is an understatement.â
He scoffs, âJust thought we could have some fun tonight. You, me, some toys, andâŚâ
âAnd?â
âSome tape.â
You pause, and Sero can practically hear the gears turning inside your head.
Truth is, he never actually thought about tape bondage until he was guts deep inside you, making you promise you'd let him do it. And he wasn't going to insist on the subject, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to try it. This agreement between you and him has only been about you â with the exception of that one time you went down on him â, so is it wrong for him to have a little fun?
âYou meanâŚ?â You trail off, unable to even voice it.
âYeah.â You can hear him breathe out through the receiver. He really wants this, doesn't he?
You've never given it any thought, but the image of you tied up as he does whatever he wants with you⌠It kinda turns you on. Knowing he'd never hurt you, you don't see why not.
Sensing your hesitation, Sero speaks before you can answer,
âWhy don't you test some toys first? Then let me know.â
âA-alright,â you reply, after another moment of silence.
âYou should try the rose one. Mina said it was the best one.â
âYou told Mina Ashido about this?!â
âRelax!â He laughs. âI just asked about some toys, didn't mention you at all.â
âGosh, you're so embarrassing.â You roll your eyes, but also laugh with him.
âŚ
âIs it too tight?â Sero murmurs in your ear as he wipes a drop of sweat from your forehead.
Youâre laying down on the bed, legs spread wide, and ankles tied to your thighs, while your hands are secured together on the bedpost above you. You feel so vulnerable, so helpless, and it turns you on how heâs the only one who sees you like this.
âHantaâŚâ you whine, sweat dripping down your temples.
Turns out Sero was right â not that youâll ever admit it to him â, the toys were amazing. It didnât take long for you to agree to his proposal, but you did make him work for it. You were already convinced when he tried to talk you into it, showing positions youâd might like and ways to make you come while tied up. When you said yes, he let you choose the position you liked the most and thatâs where you are right now.
The tape digs a little on your skin, but it doesnât hurt as much as being denied yet another orgasm. You think your best friend is a little sadist, with the way he presses the vibrator with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He also knows you a little too well, now that you think about it. You donât even have to tell him youâre about to come, he just knows. He just won't let you.
âYes, Angel?â he grins maliciously, swiping his thumb on your sensitive clit. You whimper, closing your eyes and throwing your head back on the pillow.
âPleaseâŚâ
âPlease what, baby?â Sero pushes two fingers inside you. You're so wet that they slide in easily, making embarrassing sounds.
âPlease,â you whine again, breathing heavily.
âUse your words.â He teases, pressing the vibrator against you again. You groan, toes curling tightly, hands closed in fists so tight you almost draw blood from the palms of your hands.
It just feels so good when he's curling his fingers inside you, hitting that spot you'd never thought it was reachable with just his fingers. And when the vibrator puts pressure on your clit, it's heaven.
If only he'd let you have your orgasm.
âPlease let me come,â you finally plead, once he denies you again, âplease, please, please let me come, Hanta, I'd do anything!â
Sero laughs, pulling his fingers out of you and setting the vibratorâs intensity up,Â
âWhat's our safe word again?â He asks, taking his time to walk around the bed until he lies beside you, leaning his head on his hand, supported by his elbow.
âT-tape dispenser.â
âGood girl.â
Sero then presses the toy once more against your clit, applying more pressure this time. A moan escapes your lips as your legs tremble; you feel another orgasm building in your lower stomach, but this time, Sero doesn't immediately remove the vibrator from you. He lets you come, watching as you roll your eyes back, and let you an almost guttural whine.
You don't come off your high, because he pressed the toy even further against you, having you twitch and tremble as yet another orgasm rushes through you, with no warning.
âH-Hantaââ you try to speak, but the way the vibrations send sparkles throughout your entire body has you losing your breath.
âYou wanted to cum, didn't you?â he says, leaning towards you to lick a stray tear that slips down your temple. Then, he whispers in your ear, âuse the safe word, if it's too much.â
You think you black out for a second between your third and forth orgasm, the safe word on the tip of your tongue, but you endure it. You want to believe you can take it, but the tears streaming down your face tell otherwise.
âCan you take one more, angel?â Sero coos in your ear, using his free hand to pet your head. You nod as you feel another wave of pleasure building inside you.
It takes everything in you to hold it in, but you eventually let go and then everything goes black for a moment.
âYou okay?â he asks, turning the vibrator off and using the nail of his index finger to rip the tape bonding your hands.
You murmur something even you donât understand while Sero grabs a bottle of massage oil to remove the tapes off you. Maybe you black out, because next thing you know, youâre being carried in his arms and gently being lowered down to a bathtub filled with warm water. You hum, leaning your back on his chest when he slips in the tub behind you.
For a moment, you both soak in silence. Sero hugs your torso, rubbing his thumbs on the skin of your waist, and leans his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose on your hair. Slowly, you come down from your high and recover your senses.
âI donât think Iâll ever come again,â you break the silence, making him laugh.
âOnly one way to find out.â He slips his hand down, with the intention of touching your clit again, but you slap him away.
âNot right now!â You cry out, as he laughs louder.
âHow did you like it?â
âIt was fun. Maybe a bit too much,â you admit, âbut I liked it.â
âNext time, donât be afraid to use the safe word.â
You pull away to look at him, âyou seem oddly experienced at this.â
Sero gives you one of his shit eating grins, but you can see a faint shade of pink on his cheekbones. âI did my homework.â
You hum, leaning onto him again and sighing. The silence takes over again and with it comes the overthinking.
âWeâre still friends, right?â You say, before you can stop yourself.
âWhy wouldnât we be?â His voice sounds sleepy now.
You shrug. ââCause weâre doing all this crazy shit.â
âWe can have sex and still be friends, right?â
Can you? Can you keep doing this knowing he doesnât feel the same as you? Is it really just sex when every time youâre with him, you feel like heaven?
âYeah, sure,â you reply, swallowing down all these questions.
Because you donât think youâll like the answers.
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