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Cruel Summer
pairing: Kaz Brekker x gn!Reader
summary: A fic based on the song Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Reader is a Crow and has unfortunately fallen for their boss in the summer heat spell.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: none, fluff
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You always seem to forget how unbearably hot Ketterdam can get in the summer, especially during a heat wave. Your skin is sweltering and sticking uncomfortably to your clothes. The summer sun is bright and accosting, hanging high above your head in the clear blue sky. You greatly missed the typical overcast weather and fog. The Crow Club was just a few blocks away, all you had to do was hold on until you got there, and then you could collapse at the bar and scarf down an icy drink. The mere idea of a cool beverage put a weary smile on your face and added a pep to your step.
The Club was rather full for a weekday afternoon. However, it made sense that people would be wanting to beat the heat here. Entertainment, food, drinks, and a relatively cool space, you didnât blame the âpigeonsâ one bit. Even though you knew he hated the heat, Kaz was always happy to see the boom in business during heat waves like this. You shook your head defiantly. This has been happening lately. Kaz, your boss, had been popping up in your head as of late, and at the most unnecessary times. Suddenly youâd become concerned with his likes, dislikes, moods, health, and so on and it was bugging you as all get-out.
Itâs not that you didnât like Kaz, quite the opposite, you liked and respected him a lot. He is, dare you say, a friend. But you didnât think about your other friends as often as you did your cane-wielding boss, and that is the issue. You know heâs not a good guy. Though, how could anyone be a good person in this city? Heâs bad. Heâs honestly nearly a bad friend too. But this knowledge of the obvious has done nothing to discourage your traitorous brain from drawing up images of the man at times when you should certainly be focused on something else.
You arrived at the Club and saw Jesper sitting at the bar clearly waiting for a drink from the bartender. A half smile crept onto your face and you snuck up behind him.
âHey, Jes.â You said calmly from your sudden place right beside him.
Jesper jumped, âHoly shit, you have got to stop doing that.â Your gunslinging best friend put his hand over his heart, taking deep breaths dramatically as he settled back into his seat.
âNo idea what youâre talking about,â You shrugged, feigning innocence. âHowâs it going today?â
âI think I might just melt.â
âYou wouldnât be the first.â You nodded your head in solemn agreement and ordered a drink. You took a moment to look around the club. You were searching for someone in particular but decided to pretend you were just surveying the floor. âHave you seen Brekker at all?â You questioned without even thinking and as the words left your mouth you wanted to smack yourself.
Jesperâs lips slipped into a teasing smirk as he lay his head in his hands. âI saw him earlier. He was watching the club for a bit and then went up to his office. Why? Is there some job you need to discuss with him? Or are you just looking for some unpleasant company?â Jesperâs tone was goading as he watched your face closely for a reaction.
Your brows furrowed in annoyance and you rolled your eyes. âI was only wondering because Iâm not used to not hearing his nags. Usually heâd have griped about something one of us did or didnât do right and Iâm just now realizing how strange it is to not have heard that already.â
Jesper hummed, and you couldnât tell if he was convinced or not. âWell if youâre looking to sour your already lovely mood, Iâm sure you can find him in his office.â
You scoffed and motioned to the bartender for another drink, but not for you this time. âI think Iâve had my fill of Jesper Fahey for the day. Iâll go make sure the boss man hasnât melted into a puddle with his layered wardrobe.â You got up from your stool and elected to ignore the teasing comment the gunslinger threw your way as you shuffled through the crowd and toward Kazâs office.
You knocked on the wooden door and waited a few seconds before cracking the door slowly and entering. You were going to say something as you entered the room but the words died on your tongue when you caught sight of your boss.
Kaz was sitting at his large desk, a gift you and the other Crows had all pitched in to get him two years prior. His eyes were focused intently on the stack of papers in front of him, and you noticed how his styled hair threatened to fall apart and into his face. His jacket was hanging on the back of his leather chair. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and the sleeves of the black shirt had been rolled up past his forearms. The sunlight was streaming in through the two windows in the room, illuminating all the dust floaties that typically annoy you but at the moment seemed magical. All in all, your brain short circuited.
You stood there for several seconds, unmoving, simply staring watching Kaz in all his glory.
âDid you need something?â Kazâs gruff voice broke you out of your stupor.
âJust came to give you this, really.â You explained carefully, walking toward him slowly and setting his drink down on the edge of the wooden desk. Kaz eyed the drink suspiciously with a raised eyebrow. âIt wouldnât exactly be good for my paycheck if you died of heat stroke.â You supplemented.
âHow heroic of you.â Kaz scoffed, unimpressed and put his attention back on the papers in front of him. You rolled your eyes and looked around the room.
You grabbed one of the chairs in front of your bossâs desk and dragged it quietly to the window. He hadnât told you to get lost, and for some reason, there wasnât anywhere youâd rather be than Kazâs stuffy office, right now. You sat down and pulled a book from your bag. You took one last cautious glance at Brekker before settling down into your chair and picking up your book from where youâd left off.
You spent the next several hours like this. You wouldnât have even noticed any time had passed were it not for the movement of your light source âthe sun. Somehow, this moment felt so clandestine. There was something so unnervingly domestic in the hours youâd just spent together. So unnerving that it felt as if the whole thing was some deep secret the two of you must take to your graves in order to keep your peace. You gently closed your book, as it had become a strain on your eyes to read in the dim lighting. You looked up at Kaz and saw he was getting out of his chair. Brekker unrolled his sleeves and you found yourself missing the delicious sight of his veiny forearms. Control yourself, you begged internally. Kaz slid on his jacket and purposefully put all his papers away. Then he turned to you and gave you an expectant look that had your heart hammering in your chest.
âTime to go, then?â You asked rhetorically, getting up as well and re-shouldering your bag.
In truth, Kaz had originally planned on working in his office at the club for a few more hours. In fact, he had also been planning on doing another round of surveying the floor a couple of hours ago, but had not done so. At the time, he didnât want to leave your company and now, didnât want you hurting your eyes trying to keep him company. Kaz picked up the empty glass on his desk to drop off at the bar on your way out. It had been his favorite summer drink. When did you figure that out? Did you even know? Either way, Dirtyhands had enjoyed the beverage far more than he should have.
You and Kaz walked together down the cobblestone road from the Club to the Slat. A comfortable silence hung between the two of you. Night had fallen so the street lights provided the only cheap illumination of the uneven pathway ahead. The temperature was still hotter than youâd ever prefer, but there was a constant cool breeze that kept you from staggering under the hot heavy air. Kazâs cane clicked rhythmically against the ground as the two of you meandered toward the Slat.
You risked a glance at the boy beside you and felt your breath catch. It wasnât fair. How could someone look so pretty just existing? Everyone would surely laugh you out of Kerch if they heard you thought the infamous Dirtyhands was pretty. But itâs true, in the weirdest of ways, Kaz Brekker is very pretty.
âIs there something on my face?â Kaz probed suddenly.
âHuh?â You blinked in surprise at the unanticipated interruption of the fragile silence.
âI said; Is there something on my face? Youâre staring.â
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at getting caught ogling. âYes, I was trying to figure out what it was. Itâs right here.â You lied with confidence, pointing to a random spot along your chin to show where youâd found the invisible spot on his face.
Kazâs eyebrows pulled together in confusion and offense, but brushed his chin anyway.
âThere you go.â You reassured him with a lilt.
âThat book you were reading earlierâŚâ Kaz paused, for the first time in a long time seemingly unsure about his next words, âis it good?â His voice grew quieter at the end and your lips pulled into an excited grin.
You instantly began an enthusiastic ramble about your latest book. Describing in detail the plot and your favorite and least favorite characters with rapid hand motions. Kaz originally only watched you through short glances, but quickly he took to rapt attention. You had enthralled him. The Bastard of the Barrel gazed with uncharacteristic interest as you went off about the book, mentally taking notes about all the things you spoke about with increased passion. He decided right then and there that his first errand tomorrow would be to the bookstore. He was overcome with the unusual desire to engage you in an equally eager discussion about this book heâd previously never heard of.
Kaz drank in your form and felt his heart thundering in his chest. He was growing warmer, and he subconsciously knew the weather was not to blame. Against the dark backdrop of the night and draped in the honey-color lamp light Kaz Brekker was sure you were an angel. Rolling your eyes at the stupid decisions a character you were describing had made, Kaz felt his heart roll with you.
Kaz kept you engaged by asking further questions about the book, specific enough to tell you heâd been listening attentively. Your heart soared at this demonstration and your grin widened impossibly. Words could not describe the joy this boy was giving you in this moment.
And all of the sudden, like a rock slide, your minds hit both of you with possibly the scariest and worst realization.
I love you.
The words were heavy on your tongues, too heavy to convey. Those three life changing words were not uttered, but the mutual realization was rocking. And as if your minds were truly connected, the both of you immediately blamed the dreaded summer for this unexpected awareness of your own feelings. It was this cruel summer to blame, obviously. The characteristic heat and the light of summer that was so unusual for Ketterdam that it made it easier to romanticize things. It tricked you. Lightening the quintessential gloomy mood of the Barrel and erupting feelings not fit for the reality of this city.
But at the same time, maybe it wasnât so bad. You were putting the pieces together and finally understood the real reason behind your recently pleasant mood. Falling in love with Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, may not be the smartest decision, but it was a decision that evoked the most wonderful feelings. Your skin was itching and butterflies danced in your stomach but you had no desire to get rid of them. You embraced them, because they were proof of your love for the young man beside you.
Kaz now understood why so many great novels were centered around love. Dirtyhands was slowly coming to the conclusion that his recent special interest in you was not without reason. And yes, it was terrifying. Yes, it was perturbing. But if this feeling is love âand he was unfortunately sure thatâs what this isâ then he canât imagine trying to get rid of it. Kaz Brekker can no longer picture a life where he does not love you, and this picture is becoming less and less frightening by the minute.
Youâre washed with elation when you notice the barest ghost of a smile gracing Kazâs carved features. How can a man not be happy in your presence?
Summer can be awful. It can be uncomfortable. It can be agonizing. But it can also be a gift. Or rather, in the Barrel, it can come bearing gifts. Like the gift of loving someone whoâs been by your side for many summers prior, and hopefully will be for many summers more.
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Scotland: We should at least ask. Norway, what do you think?
Norway: No comment.
I don't know if anyone outside the UK or Norway has heard about this, but Orkney has been looking into other forms of govern and they suggested they become a territory of Norway, operating independently. The UK has since said that this is unacceptable and will NOT be happening regardless. The official Norwegian response was basically just "this is an internal affair, no comment".
#hetalia#aph norway#hws norway#hws scotland#aph scotland#scotnor#new political affairs concerning Scotland and Norway??#yes pls#I just think this is really funny#I'm in a Orkney facebook group from back when I lived there#and seeing people discussing this has been entertaining#apparently they are unhappy with the ferry prices and that's why they want out#but also no one is serious about it I think#and a lot of complaining about expensive beer in Norway đ¤#though some are âpositiveâ - discussing the history and cultural heritage
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i was thinking about this since i posted earlier about us needing to address the trend of gen z men being pulled into alt-right pipelines might have contributed to the outcome of this election.
i think contrapoints is really smart, and from what iâve seen, has been way more effective at getting people out of harmful ideological pipelines than iâve seen from the majority of leftists online who instead berate and drive a greater wedge of antipathy (though i understand why! and it can be very hard to have empathy for the people who see you as a threat). that antipathy makes the right more radicalized because they donât feel like they can talk about anything without the âcrazy leftiesâ who wonât even engage with them. where did these issues come from?
what iâve noticed, and iâm even guilty of this, is that people donât interact with groups of people whom they refuse talk to, which makes realities more hypothetical in the minds of their opponent since they arenât open to seeing reality from their perspective. this is true on both sides. from what iâve observed, it seems to originate from hypothetical perception of the opponent, but when people treat those perceptions as though they are real, it becomes real with their actions, which then makes the antipathy justified to someone. again, on both sides.
what makes contrapoints so successful at breaking this down is that is that she creates these socratic dialogue skits that represent real people and ideologies, has a sense of humor, isnât afraid to discuss these things, reframes how we see these things by introducing nuance to both sides. sheâs a leftist, but she also knows how to engage without ripening division, of meeting someone halfway and being completely humble about it. she is able to soften extremes.
she is able to get into the mind of people who arenât aligned with her views, understand the nuance and rationales from a realistic perspective, breaking down a big block of âthis is all badâ into âok, some of this makes senseâŚâ, what this does is create a space for self-reflection that doesnât feel ham-fisted (which could otherwise cause people to double down on their beliefs instead of opening up to other perspectives outside of their bubble). while also being entertaining and well-produced on top of it.
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what she is doing is creating these scenarios and socratic discussions that SHOULD be happening in real life but arenât in this polarized social climate.
i graduated from new college of florida this spring, the small liberal arts college that was in headlines across the country for ron desantisâs board of trustees hostile takeover and exodus of professors.
new students and student athletes from conservative walks of life were being basically incentivized to go there who were taught to fear the lgbt boogeyman growing up in their conservative communities. but once they actually interacted with lgbt students there, many of them they felt like they understood them, and they werenât as bad as they were told they would be. new college of florida was also famous for getting derek black (child of the man who created stormfront, and godchild of the kkk grand wizard david duke) out of white nationalism. their peers at NCF called them out but also interacted with them, invited them to dinner. black wrote a book about it.
now of course some people are too far gone and you shouldnât waste your time with them, like derekâs family for example. but i also think a lot of people who voted for trump are not informed, are operating off of emotion and knee-jerk mentality because itâs easier than thinking, and they are not seeing the discussions that need to be had to change their mind because fuckinâŚnobody is doing them.
and we feel this visceral disgust to people of the opposing party because of its associations. i just want to know how it happened and how we got to be like this. i think social media is partly to blame and also the algorithms that take people down dangerous pipelines and sharpen them, insulate them.
i myself understand the vitriol you might have for anyone that voted for trump. i feel so disappointed that half the people of this country voted against our collective benefit. and iâve seen a lot of sentiment from the left today saying âevery single person who voted for trump is dead to me. i disowned youâ.
you can see the reality of trumpâs demagoguery, and itâs so obvious, but what i want to know is: what do they see? why did they vote for him? emotion and entertainment travel faster and have more reach than reason. and itâs thatâs why i think contrapointsâs videos are exemplary at tackling this ideological divide. this is something iâve been thinking about for months before today and i thought now was a better time than ever to give my two cents on it.
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pairing: enemiestolovers!yuta x afab!reader
words: 13.1k+
summary: yuta doesnât care how adored you are. all he sees is a spoiled, narcissistic brat who has her daddy wrapped around her finger. hell must freeze over before he ever entertains the idea of being with you.
genre: smut, fluff, angst
warnings: reader is doyoungâs sister, reader calls her father daddy in the beginning but yuta becomes the real daddy, throat fucking, public sex, collaring, rough sex, pussy eating, squirting, spanking, lots of degradation, creampies, tiny bit of somnophilia
Since he was three years old, Nakamoto Yuta has always been told that he could never trust anyone but himself. Ironically, the words came from his mother, who he was supposed to trust above all.
His father was a businessman who dominated the industry, being both charming and captivating enough to earn the trust of many powerful people. However, his increasing rise in power also led to an increasing role of danger. Yuta had to start being escorted by security at public events, ensuring that the future of the family is established. He became isolated from the rest of the world except for school, where he eventually met a group of boys who made him feel whole.
His parents disapproved of the friendship, considering some of their fathers rivaled his own. He refused to succumb to their wishes, and to this day, it was the only battle he had ever won against his parents.
The only problem Yuta really has is you.
Youâre Doyoungâs sister and the most spoiled girl heâs ever met in his life. He previously knew almost nothing about you since when they first met, Doyoung kept most of his personal life a secret. However, when you started attending university together, Yuta discovered your personality little by little and it crept under his skin.
Itâs easy to sum up who you were â a rich girl who had her father wrapped around her finger.
Doyoung complained about you constantly after the rest of the guys had finally met you. Even post-graduation, you still found every opportunity to locate your brotherâs group of friends and give him an irritating headache.
"Jesus, what are you wearing?"
Yuta observes as you blink your eyes innocently at Doyoung, staring down at your ensemble. You were wearing a crop top and a miniskirt that didnât leave much to the imagination.
"It's called fashion, Doyoung. Try it sometime, seriously. I'm tired of you looking like a slob next to me at gala events."
The group is seated in one of the exorbitant steakhouses in the city, where they often frequent for an occasional chat. The owners of the restaurant are close family friends with Jaehyunâs parents, so any service worker helping them understood that discussions at the table were never to leave the ears of the building.
You slide into a vacant seat next to Taeyong, flagging down a waiter and ordering a strawberry margarita.
"Why are you here?" Doyoung questions in an agitated voice.
"Maybe she wants to see someone special," Donghyuck suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at you from across the table.
You pretend to vomit. Yuta snickers and Donghyuck glares at him.
"In your tiny dreams, Hyuck. I'm here because daddy wants us to all be together for dinner tonight. Apparently, he has a very special announcement," you smile mischievously.
Your brother raises an eyebrow. Yuta knows Doyoungâs father barely calls him to any important meetings, so this must be something big. "And what exactly is that?"
"It's obviously the announcement that he's chosen me as the heir to his company,â you say confidently.
At this, the whole table bursts into laughter. Yuta clutches his stomach when it begins to ache from the exhilaration.
"What?" You fume, eyes narrowing at the men before you.
"Babygirl, I really think you've got it all messed up in your head," Taeyong chuckles condescendingly.
You roll your eyes and flip your hair over your shoulder, and Yuta catches the scent of your perfume. It makes him slightly dizzy.
"I'm not wrong about anything, you losers. Do you seriously think you could run daddy's company, Doyoung?" You scoff, and your brother glares at you.
"What would you even know about business?" He challenges in response.
Yuta grins at the clear sibling rivalry. Doyoung would never dare to admit it, but he has always been slightly jealous of you. Ever since the two of you were younger, you surpass him in everything â grades, beauty, charm, and even networking connections. Your contribution to charity is constantly promoted in the tabloids, and you became the model for multiple designer companies, just so Doyoung could not turn a single inch without seeing his baby sister's face plastered on a billboard.
Your father adores you the most, pushing Doyoung to the side most of the time. Yuta knows it hurts his friend a lot on the inside, but Doyoung would never tell you about it. No matter how jealous he gets or how broken your relationship is, you still look up to your brother and care about his opinion and he knows that.
"I know plenty. Daddy always brings me to his work meetings, remember? I have all those stubborn businessmen ready to bend down and kiss my feet. I bet you can't say the same," you laugh, raising an eyebrow at him.
Doyoung opens his mouth to argue against the insult but another customer walking in steals your attention. Park Jinyoung enters in all his glory, and Yuta watches as your head spins around, a smile spreading across your face. Jinyoungâs parents owned a global technology company that was slowly gaining traction, allowing him to enter the elite circles of society.
"Jinyoung!" You call sweetly, eyelashes batting. You quickly lean closer to the table so Doyoung can clearly hear you. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to take care of personal matters. But I mean it, Doyoung, you have to be at dinner tonight."
You quickly leave with that remark, looping your arm through Jinyoung's and pulling him out of the restaurant with your margarita in hand.
âI hate her,â Doyoung grumbles when youâre finally out of eyesight.
âNo, you donât,â Jaehyun laughs, nudging him. âShe just gets under your skin sometimes. Thatâs what siblings are supposed to do.â
âAre you nervous? Your dadâs never asked for a meeting like this before,â Taeyong brings up, analyzing Doyoungâs tense form.
Doyoung shrugs and tries to play it off. âA little, I guess. But thereâs no point, my sisterâs right. If anyoneâs taking over the company, itâs her. My father never prepared me for anything and he prepared her for everything.â
Yuta rolls his eyes. âCome on, Doyoung. A spoiled rich girl like her? She could definitely charm some businessmen but she would let people walk all over her. Sheâll never be respected with the reputation she has.â
You were well known as a rich socialite who dated around, and although your father allowed you to be by his side during important meetings, Yuta believes your reputation would be the cause of your downfall.
âA little harsh, Yuta,â Donghyuck frowns at his friendâs criticism.
âItâs true,â Yuta says with no remorse. âThe corporate world is brutal like that and your sisterâs just not cut out for it.â
Doyoung hums softly. âWeâll see.â
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âIâm here!â You sing, slipping off your heels and handing your purse to one of the maids standing nearby. She informs you that your familyâs already seated in the dining room.
You smile when you see your father sitting at the head of the table, and bounce over to greet him with a kiss on the cheek.
âHi, princess,â he beams.
You take the seat next to your father and across from Doyoung, who looks more nervous than youâve ever seen him.
âHi, daddy. How was work today?â
âVery well, thank you, sweetheart. The merger with Lee Corporations is working out perfectly.â
You huff. âI wish you had picked a different company, daddy. You know how I donât like Donghyuck.â
âHey!â Doyoung interjects for his friend. âHyuckâs a great guy.â
âWho flirts with your sister all the time,â your father reminds him, raising an eyebrow. âNot a very respectable man, Doyoung. I wish you would find someone else to occupy your time with.â
You smile in victory and Doyoung glares at you.
Your father clears his throat. âAnyways, Iâm sure youâre both wondering why I called you here tonight. I have some good news and some bad news, depending on how you take it.â
You lean forward in anticipation, eyes sparkling at the thought of finally getting responsibilities in the company. Even though your father allows you to shadow him at work and gives you top secrets about your company rivals, heâs never given you any real tasks.
âThe good news is that weâre opening a new branch in Osaka, very similar to the one we have here at home. Day-to-day operations will virtually be the same and all major decisions will still be handled by me. The bad news is that only one of you can run the division.â
You and Doyoung lock gazes, eyes both filled with determination.
âI can do it!â
âI can do it!â
Your father chuckles. âIâm glad youâre both willing. I havenât made any decisions yet, but I want the both of you to start thinking more maturely about your future if youâre considering running this branch. Doyoung, youâve barely been involved in company activities and you donât have a good presence in the media. This is something Iâd like you to focus on.â
âIâve been doing both of those things, daddy, if you donât remember,â you smile at him, watching your brotherâs shoulders deflate.
âI do remember, princess,â your father chuckles. âAnd I have no doubt in my mind you would rule this company with an iron fist.â You giggle while Doyoung scoffs under his breath. âHowever, the company has received complaints from several of our partners about your behavior towards potential suitors.â
You swallow. Ever since you turned eighteen, youâve had multiple men from big corporations try to take your hand in marriage. All of them have been political actions, of course, so youâve never entertained any of their ideas.
âI heard Yang Hongseok proposed to you last month and you dumped a milkshake on him,â your father recalls, raising an eyebrow. âYou humiliated him in front of the press.â
âProposed?â Doyoung questions in shock. âSheâs too young for that!â
âSheâs already gotten many proposals, Doyoung,â your father corrects. âAnd, if Iâm not mistaken, every single one of them has ended in public embarrassment for the other party.â
You smile nervously. âTheyâre just not good enough for me, daddy. What can I say?â
âNo one will ever be good enough for you, princess. But thatâs not the point. The point is that many of these engagements could be worthwhile for both you and the company. You have to see the bigger picture here.â
âSo what?â You reply in a bratty tone, feeling frustrated. âDoyoung just has to show up to a few galas but I have to get married?â
âI didnât say that,â your father frowns at your attitude. âI just think you should take these proposals a little more seriously. You havenât gotten to know all of these boys, sweetheart.â
âThatâs exactly why I said no to all of them. I donât know them, daddy.â
Your father sighs. âI understand this is difficult for you, but until I see you start acting more mature about this, you and Doyoung will both be in the running for the leadership of this branch.â
Your eyes meet your brotherâs across the table.
Game on.
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Yuta is bored.
This party, hosted by Johnny, seems a little tame in comparison to last weekâs. Yuta guesses itâs because of the negative media attention Johnnyâs family has been receiving over his extravagant house parties. Although Johnny wonât say, Yuta knows his family chewed him out about it.
âYuta!â
He smiles when he sees Seungcheol approaching him, and they exchange a handshake.
âHowâve you been? I canât believe Johnnyâs doing this after all of that insane press coverage.â
Yuta shrugs, glancing around at the small house party. Full of rich kids getting drunk and making mistakes.
âYou know Johnny doesnât care about that. Itâs pretty dull tonight anyways.â
Seungcheol nods in agreement. âDid you see that Doyoungâs sister is here?â
Yuta barely notices your presence most of the time, so heâs not surprised that he didnât see you walk in. Youâre probably causing havoc with an outfit thatâs more revealing than it should be, and itâs likely giving Doyoung a mild heart attack.
âDonât care,â Yuta replies with disinterest.
Seungcheol laughs at his curt attitude. âAre you kidding me? Sheâs the hottest girl Iâve seen in ages. How could you not care?â
âShe may have you fooled, but I know her well enough to recognize thereâs nothing special under that facade.â
Seungcheol shrugs. âSuit yourself, but you clearly havenât heard the big news.â
Yuta canât deny that his interest is peaked.
âWhat news?â
Seungcheol smirks, leaning in to ensure no other guests would hear this tidbit of information.
âSheâs looking for a serious relationship, apparently to ease her fatherâs concerns about her taking over the business. Thereâs a line out the door of guys begging for a spare minute of her time.â
And thatâs when Yuta finally spots you across the room. Just as he pictured, youâre wearing a skimpy black dress that barely reaches the tops of your thighs. He thinks he even sees a guy trip over the even floor from staring at your legs too long. Youâre giggling as Na Jaemin leans down to whisper something in your ear, hand wrapped around your waist like itâs another accessory. It isnât long before his mouth is connected to yours, hand drifting lower and lower down your back.
âHave you seen my sister?â
Doyoung approaches Yuta and Seungcheol, slightly out of breath. His head turns in every direction in an attempt to locate you. He clearly hasnât ventured to the other side of the room yet.
âWhy?â Yuta asks since usually, Doyoung doesnât care where you are at these parties and he sure as hell never searches for you. As long as your brother doesnât have to endure hearing demeaning comments about your choice of dress, he lets you partake in whatever activities you like.
âDonghyuck is here with an engagement ring and heâs planning on causing a big scene. She canât afford for our father to see her publicly reject him right now,â Doyoung sighs, looking more stressed as the minutes pass.
Yuta has always been confused by Doyoungâs soft spot for you. Even though you two are clearly competing for a chance to take over a major part of your fatherâs company, Doyoung still wanted to protect you.
âListen,â Doyoung says frantically, watching as Donghyuck slowly slinks around the floor like a predator hunting its prey. âIf you see her, could you please just get her out of eyesight? Iâll owe you guys big time.â
When Doyoung disappears into the kitchen, Seungcheol informs Yuta heâs going to grab another drink. Yutaâs left to stare at you and Jaemin, observing as Jaeminâs touch slowly gets rougher and more intimate.
Against his better judgment, Yuta finds himself walking to you, grasping your upper arm and pulling you away from the younger male.
âWhat the fuck, Yuta?â You hiss, not pleased in the slightest by his sudden appearance.
âFuck off, Jaemin,â Yuta growls, and as much as Jaemin wants to object, he admits heâs slightly scared of Yutaâs threatening stare.
You watch pathetically as Jaemin gets further and further out of view, mixing into the crowd. You push at Yutaâs chest, ready to give him the beating of his life.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â
âDonghyuckâs going to propose to you,â he replies nonchalantly. âBetter start running unless you want the news to spread to daddy.â
You curse under your breath and pray to the gods that a demon would come up and swallow Donghyuck whole. Your eyes widen when you catch him from the corner of your eye, a black velvet box tucked securely in his palm.
Itâs in this moment that you execute the only plan that pops in your head. You press your back against the wall, forcefully grabbing the hem of Yutaâs shirt to pull him closer to you. He grunts in surprise when he finds himself being pressed against your front.
Your hand grips the back of his neck and you smash his lips to yours desperately.
Yuta would never publicly admit how much he enjoys kissing you. Your lips feel like velvet on his, and his frame cages you against the wall. His hand inches around your waist and he realizes heâs in the same position Jaemin was moments ago.
As sadistic as it sounds, Yuta loves seeing you being put in your place like this. Vulnerable underneath him, hands grabbing whatever piece of him they can find. Youâre in the palm of his hand and it turns him on to no end.
In fact, the two of you are so enraptured with one another that you fail to hear the click of a camera.
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A newspaper slams in front of you during breakfast the next day.
You tilt your head in confusion when you see you and Yuta on the front cover, looking like a scene straight out of a trashy teen romcom. Your eyes flicker upwards to catch the intense glower of your father.
âWhat is this?â
You put on your best expression of innocence. âJust me and Yuta having a little fun, daddy.â
âThis isnât fun, sweetheart,â he clicks his tongue in disapproval. âThis is softcore porn of my daughter on the front page of every tabloid in the city.â
You glance back down at the photo and wince when you realize youâre clearly grinding against Yutaâs thigh with no care in the world.
You frown, lips jutting out into a pout. âI didnât realize there would be cameras at the party, daddy. Iâm sorry.â
He sighs and shakes his head.
âIâm not mad at you, princess. Would I feel better if you werenât exposing yourself in public like this? Of course. However, your brilliant mind has stumbled across an amazing opportunity.â
You raise an eyebrow, urging him to continue.
âThe Nakamoto family are highly regarded and respected in Japan. Showing a united front with them to the public can work wonders for the business,â your father smiles deviously, and your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach at the implication.
âBut daddy, I donât even like Yuta. It was just a one time thing!â
He shakes his head at your pushback. âIt doesnât matter what your intentions were. I want you to make an acquaintance out of him, and ensure the press sees you two together in a flattering light. If you pull it off, the Osaka branch is yours, sweetheart. No questions asked.â
You huff and lean back in your chair, exasperated by the degrading task.
Across town, Yuta finds himself in a slightly different position.
âThe Kim girl? Really, Yuta?â
His mother stares him down fiercely, her eyes expressing all the curses she wishes to throw at her son. She nearly hits him in the face when she launches the newspaper to his chest.
Yuta smirks at the sight of him pinning you down for the whole world to see.
âThis isnât funny, Yuta. Hide that ridiculous look on your face,â his mother scolds him. âI donât want you to be associated with this girl. Her father is an imbecile for allowing her to be involved with the business in the first place â sheâs nothing but a girl blinded by the glitz and glamour, and I donât want that for you.â
Yuta rolls his eyes. As if his mother even cared about whatâs best for him.
âRelax. We were just having fun. You know Iâd never touch a spoiled brat like her.â
Especially not after you left him high and dry at that party.
His mother smiles. âGood. I donât care what you have to do, but stay away from her. Sheâll only ruin the Nakamoto image.â
And deep down, Yuta knows his mother is wrong. Youâre the most beloved influential figure in the city and any family would kill to have you join them. Every man is praying that by some miracle, you choose them as your future husband. The Nakamoto family would be honored if you even threw them a glance.
But Yuta would never tell anyone that.
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Doyoung is fuming the next time Yuta sees him. Taeyong has to hold him back when Yuta approaches their regular table at the restaurant.
âYou disgusting creep! What the fuck were you doing with my sister?â
âYeah!â Donghyuck chimes in, looking less than pleased. âYou donât even like her!â
âCalm down,â Yuta sighs, taking his seat and ignoring Doyoungâs death stare across the table. âI had to play into her game since someone decided he would propose to her in the middle of a fucking party.â
Donghyuck scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.
âBesides, we didnât do anything. We made out and she left when Hyuck disappeared.â
Jaehyun snickers from his spot next to Doyoung. âBut you wanted to do more, didnât you?â
Yuta doesnât respond, keeping a poker face on. He refuses to let this group of ingrates discover that yes, he wanted a lot more from you that you werenât willing to give.
âImbeciles,â Doyoung mutters under his breath. âI told you all that none of you are allowed to touch my sister. Youâre lucky I even let you come within three feet of her.â
âAre you kidding me?â Donghyuck bursts out again, eyebrows furrowed. âYou complain about her all the time! You always say you wish someone would take her off your hands!â
âI didnât mean you!â
âWhat are we talking about?â
You comfortably occupy the seat next to Taeyong, lips wrapped around a cherry lollipop. Yuta watches as you swirl the candy inside your mouth, tongue carefully savoring each lick. He wills his dick not to sport a hard-on in public right now.
The sight urges Doyoung to grab the sweet from your hand and crush it under his glass of whiskey.
âHey!â You whine. âThat was my last cherry!â
âYeah! What the fuck, Doyoung!â Donghyuck complains, indiscreetly fixing the tent in his jeans.
âCan you be a normal human being for once?â Doyoung snarls at you, and Taeyong almost has to hold him back again. âWhat were you doing kissing Yuta like that for everyone to see? Itâs like you have no dignity!â
âHavenât gotten ass in a while, huh?â You inquire, giggling into the palm of your hand. Your brotherâs face continues to bloom into a terrifying shade of red. âRelax. Yuta was helping me out after someone tried to pull that stunt last week.â
Donghyuck pouts. âSo you wouldâve said no?â
âI would have crushed that box between my fingers and stuffed it down your throat.â
âGod, youâre so hot.â
Doyoung glares at Donghyuck once more.
âAnyways, Yuta, outside?â Your question is phrased more like a statement, and you donât even offer him a chance to respond before youâre strutting out the door.
âDonât marry her, please!â Donghyuck begs when Yuta gets up to follow you, clinging onto his wrist desperately. âIâll do anything to have her. Donât ruin this for me!â
âIâll murder you right here, Hyuck,â Doyoung warns.
âIâd love to see you try.â
When Yuta finally shakes Donghyuck off and makes it out the door, he pauses when he sees youâve suddenly become preoccupied by Lee Jeno in the alleyway. Jenoâs family owned one of the largest designer brands in the country, and Yuta recalls that you just became a spokesmodel for their new line. Jenoâs fingers are tracing your midriff, captivated by the sparkly butterfly chain hanging across your stomach.
âWhy donât you let me take you out this weekend, pretty girl? Iâll even let you choose the music this time.â
You giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him. âBut you were so picky last time. How can I trust you again?â
He smirks. âYou know Iâll take care of whatever you need, baby. You can trust me.â
Yuta clears his throat, feeling his chest swell with unanticipated rage. He doesnât like seeing Jeno this close to you, talking to you like youâre a shiny new toy. That condescending language should only be reserved for Yuta.
You look back and catch Yutaâs stare, rolling your eyes at his presence. He clenches his fists angrily. You whisper something quietly in Jenoâs ear and he seems pleased, grinning ear to ear and kissing your cheek before he leaves.
âDid you make me come out here just to waste my time?â
You cross your arms over your chest, and Yuta tries his best not to focus on how the action pushes up your breasts in your tiny crop top.
âI brought you out here to make a proposition.â
He scoffs. âThinking that I would want anything to do with you is laughable.â
âOh, please. Donât act like you didnât have a hard-on when I was riding your thigh last week.â
His ears redden out of embarrassment. He has shamefully pictured that moment with you more times than he would ever admit. Lately, itâs the only vision that can get him off at night.
âItâs not my fault you were making a spectacle of yourself in public.â
You simply smile, mischievous in the way your hand slinks its way around his bicep, squeezing gently. âYou liked it, didnât you? Showing everyone I belonged to you? Putting the pretty Kim girl in her place?â
You take a step closer and his breath nearly hitches at how youâre inches away from his face. He thinks about your perfect lips puckered in a pout. You surely know better than anyone how to get a man to succumb to your wishes, and Yuta is no anomaly to your power.
You bat your eyelashes at him like he saw you doing for Jeno. âWhy donât you help me out, hm? Go on a few dates with me.â
Yuta freezes, shaking his head in an attempt to take himself out of your alluring reverie.
âWhy the fuck would I ever do that?â
âBecause I get to show daddy that Iâm finally taking a man seriously, and you get to do whatever you want with me on date nights,â your voice lowers to a whisper, lips brushing by his. âI heard around the grapevine that youâre a little rough in the bedroom.â He swallows, recognizing that you have him in the palm of your hand with your sugary sweet voice. Your nails scratch down his torso until youâre cupping his growing length. He swears heâs nearly bursting out of his jeans. âI like it a little rough, and itâs just so hard these days to find a good man to please me. Youâll help me out, wonât you, Yuta?â
He tries to regain control of the situation, fingers curling around your scalp and pulling harshly. He grows even harder when all you do is smile at him, taking pleasure in the pain.
âYou do this with everyone? Whore yourself out to climb up the company ranks?â
You grin. You both know that Yuta has already agreed with the way his hips are slowly grinding against the front of your skirt.
âJust you. I only need you, Yuta.â
Fuck, heâs in trouble.
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Yuta thinks heâs reached the peak of ultimate desperation as he stands in front of your door.
Since last night, heâs been attempting to convince himself that he only agreed to your proposal because he hasnât gotten his dick wet for quite a while. It also doesnât help that you have been constantly infiltrating his dreams and every lewd fantasy his brain manages to conjure up.
You laid out the simple terms â he takes you out on public dates, ensuring many photos are taken for your father to see, and you agree to go back to his place and allow him to use your body as he pleases. Yuta might as well have a sign hanging above his head that reads pathetic loser with how easily he obliges.
When you swing open the door to your apartment, he notices that youâre half-dressed and slightly surprised by his presence.
âI didnât think youâd actually come,â you say, pulling him in and locking the door.
He has to grasp at whatever ounce of self-control he has left, eyes raking over your exposed body. Youâre adorned in nothing but a black, lacy lingerie set and a silk robe draped open. Itâs like youâre trying to test him.
He balls his hands into fists. âHurry up and get dressed. I already called the press and theyâre on their way to the restaurant.â
You pout at his hostile tone, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt and blinking innocently at him. He grits his teeth as you press your body against his. It reminds Yuta of that night at Johnnyâs, when you were wedged so perfectly between him and the wall, your lips chasing his in a frenzied play for power.
Heâs never been so easily affected by someone before. Usually, it requires an abundance of work on the other personâs part for Yuta to even spare them a glance. When it comes to you, however, he canât decide if he wants to fuck you until you beg him to stop or if he wants to argue with you until youâre both screaming.
Maybe a little bit of both.
âAre you sure you donât want a little gift before we leave? You know, to thank you for doing so much for me,â you hum, fingers dancing across his stomach teasingly.
He grabs your waist tightly, scrunching up the fabric of your robe. He gives you a squeeze in warning.
âGet. Dressed.â
You smile at him before obeying, heading off to your room. You do so with a sway in your hips and he curses lowly, forcing himself to move his eyes away from your tempting figure. He glares down at the growing tent in his pants, willing it to go away.
You return to the living room in record time, and Yuta can see why it took you such a short time to change â youâre clothed in nothing but a lavender slip dress, and itâs clear you got rid of the skimpy underwear as he stares at your hardened nipples poking through.
âDonât worry,â you giggle when you notice his gaze lingering on your chest. âI got rid of the panties too, just to make sure it was a matching set.â
âWeâre leaving. Now.â
Youâre nothing but a heap of laughter as Yuta pushes you into the backseat of his car. Itâs grating to his ears, especially since he knows the root of your joy is his pain. He nearly growls at his driver, who flashes a raised eyebrow before taking off. He awkwardly shifts in his seat, still begging his erection to lower.
You grasp at the opportunity. âNeed help?â You cup his bulge and he groans loudly. âYou can fuck my throat if youâd like.â
He mentally calculates how much time you have left until you reach the restaurant before grunting at his driver.
âTake the long way.â
You grin when he pulls down his pants and releases his cock from the confines of his briefs. He can practically see your mouth water as you wrap a hand around his base, causing him to twitch in your palm. He praises the inventor of tinted windows, which allows him to expose you publicly like this.
âMmm,â you hum happily, sucking on his reddened tip gently and lapping the spurts of white pumping out of him. He pushes your hair out of your face while you eagerly sink down on him. It isnât until he hits the back of your throat that he offers his first thrust. You gag a little but squeeze his thigh, giving him the green light. He throws his head back and pushes his hips upwards, wanting to fuck your throat until itâs raw.
âLook at you. Fucking pathetic,â he hisses. You whimper around him at his degrading tone. âWhoring yourself out in front of me until I snap, hm? Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your throat until you cry?â
You moan and he shuts his eyes when he realizes youâre actually crying, tears flowing down your face and mixing with the spit running down his cock. He pulls you up by your neck and allows you a few seconds to breathe before sending you down again.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he pants. âGonna cum. You better fucking swallow it all.â
He groans when he reaches his climax, holding you steady as he pumps his seed into your waiting mouth. He lets go of you when heâs finished, and you lick up the remaining mess on his cock.
âGood girl,â he praises, watching you clean him up. You beam at his approval and he smiles.
âW-Weâve arrived, sir.â
âPark the fucking car and get out,â he bites at the driver, not caring how much of a dick heâs being. His driver practically launches himself out of the car once itâs in park and you frown at Yuta.
âWeâre going to miss our reservation.â
âTheyâll make an exception for us. Now get face down so I can eat your pretty pussy.â
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You canât get enough of Yuta.
Itâs only been a week since your agreement yet youâve gone on a date every single night, ending with Yuta fucking you wherever and however he pleases. You didnât lie when you said he could do whatever he wanted to you. Spending continuous nights together, however, prompts the tabloids to swerve into a frenzy of ridiculous headlines.
Nakamoto and Kim â The New Dynasty?
Yuta Nakamoto Seen Eyeing Engagement Rings!
Wedding on Horizon for Nakamoto and Kim Conglomerates
âYuta!â
But you could care less about the suggestion of your engagement, especially when Yuta has you sprawled out underneath him, ramming into you from behind. Tonight, he was too impatient to finish dinner with you, allowing the cameramen their fair share of pictures before pulling you into the backseat of his fatherâs car. He instructs the driver to head to his apartment before heâs plowing into you until you cry.
You feel slightly bad for his driver, who hasnât received a break from the constant fucking all week.
âUngh, ungh, ungh,â you whimper at the force of his thrusts. It really was true that Yuta was rough in the bedroom, refusing to grant you even a second to breathe until he got his way. You had never felt so used and it aroused you to no end. Youâve had a higher sex drive this week than ever before.
âWhy do you even bother to wear panties?â He growls down at you. âYou know I hate it when you give me an obstacle.â
You havenât dared to put on a pair of pants since you began your arrangement. He loves being able to take you anywhere he pleases, flipping up your skirt or rolling up your dress at any time of the night. You suppose heâs even grown weary of your underwear being in his way as well.
âIt matches my dress, daddy!â
You never considered calling another man daddy because that term was used exclusively for your father since you were little. However, after discovering Yutaâs liking for the name, you havenât addressed your father as daddy since then, transferring the moniker to Yuta.
âWho cares?â He laughs devilishly. âYou know Iâll rip it off of you before the night ends anyways, sweetheart. And youâve already made it abundantly clear that youâre all mine. Nobody else would be brave enough to sneak a peek at a pussy owned by me.â
You giggle at the thought of how large your presence has grown in the media. Your father was thoroughly pleased by your association with Yuta, even though Doyoung almost threw his friend off a bridge when he discovered the affair. Your fatherâs all but signed the Osaka branch over to you, and you can nearly taste victory. Youâre certain if you offered yourself to Yuta during the daytime too, he would probably secure an engagement ring on your finger, which would make your father more elated.
Yuta flips you over, pressing your back against the car door and sliding down the window halfway.
âYuta! Theyâll see us!â You squeal, laughing at his carelessness.
âLet them watch then.â
He presses back into you, causing you to moan loudly. You catch the eyebrow raise of the driver through the rearview mirror and smile when you hear the chatter of people on the sidewalk outside, observing your lewd behavior. You pull Yuta down to press his lips against yours, tongues tangling together as he grips your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist. The angle allows him to push deeper into you, and your whines grow louder at the force of his thrusts.
At every red light, you see the flashes of cameras grow brighter and brighter to capture the sight of you and Yuta. Youâre frankly too enraptured by him to care, reaching the edge of your climax. He recognizes your telltale signs, and youâre far too gone to be embarrassed by the squelching sounds your cunt makes when he bottoms out.
âYeah? You gonna cum for daddy?â
You nod, chewing on your lower lip. You shriek when his teeth graze your neck, biting and sucking until heâs left a mark on you. You love how possessive Yuta is, how determined he is to prove to the world that you belong to nobody but him.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you topple over your peak, gripping his forearms as he continues his assault on your neck. Itâs only after the ringing in your ears ceases that you realize you squirted all over his lower torso and the backseat.
âSo fucking messy,â he grunts before following you, spilling his warm seed deep inside you.
You giggle when he collapses on top of you, fumbling around until he finds the button to roll the window back up.
âThatâll give them something to write about tomorrow,â you hum while he licks a stripe up your neck. The car comes to a screeching halt and the driver awkwardly announces your arrival to Yutaâs apartment.
âLetâs go upstairs,â he murmurs into your ear. âIâm not done with you yet.â
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âNakamoto Yuta, hm?â
Youâre not surprised when another newspaper lands in front of you, but you are a little startled to see Johnny being the culprit behind it. You raise an eyebrow, pushing your laptop to the side as Johnny occupies the seat across from you in this tiny coffee shop.
Once again, you and Yuta are plastered on the front page. There are multiple blurry photos the paparazzi managed to catch of the two of you tangled together in the backseat. No questions need to be asked about what activity you both are engaged in â although the camera doesnât capture everything, Yuta being shirtless and glimpses of your wild hair is enough to paint a solid picture.
Johnny chuckles dryly at the sight of the grin pulling at your lips.
âHeâs not going to last for you in the long run.â
Your eyebrow raise grows higher. âAnd what makes you say that?â
He smirks. âBecause Iâm your friend and I know you well enough. Youâll get bored of him. Heâs nowhere near your level.â
You fold up the newspaper and slide it across the table with a tantalizing smile.
âJust because I got bored of you, John, doesnât mean Iâll get bored of Yuta.â
A fire blazes behind his eyes and you know youâve struck a nerve. Youâre not ashamed to acknowledge youâve slept with most of the men in your elite social circle, considering theyâre usually harmless flings and a way to build connections in the industry. Occasionally youâll come across the type of man who wants more from you, a man who covets the allure of the Kim name.
At this moment, that man happened to be Johnny.
âI heard your fatherâs offered you a proposition for the Osaka branch,â he comments, taking a sip of his coffee to fake nonchalance.
âSo youâve been prying Doyoung for information?â You guess, playing into whatever game he wanted to lay out for you.
Johnny was a great guy, honestly, and he treated you well when you shared the same bed. But since Yuta took you on your first date a week ago, the thought of being with someone else hasnât crossed your mind.
âThe Nakamoto name â itâs strong now but no one sees them lasting in another decade. Their stocks are down and rumor is that their Tokyo branch is on the verge of collapse. Your father may play with the idea of them at the moment but heâll soon learn they have much more to gain from your union with Yuta than you do.â
âSuch splendid business talk,â you reply with a joyous lilt in your tone. It slightly amuses you that Johnny is so peeved by your newfound relationship. âOne would think youâre trying to imply something.â
He leans forward, eyes a little more determined. âThe Suh name has been around for decades and has already proven to be stable enough for the market. Our union would play a lot steadier than you and Yuta.â
âThe Suh name?â You muse, swallowing a laugh threatening to climb up your throat. âThe same Suh name thatâs been tainted by their youngest son throwing reckless house parties until the police show up?â
He says your name with rehearsed casualty, though you both understand you know how to play a strategic discussion much better than he does. Your clever wit and the ability to see the argument from all angles is exactly why youâve been in the running to take the company since you were born, and why Doyoung was lagging so far behind. In this conversation, Johnny is not your friend but simply a business mogul looking to get ahead.
âCome on. I know heâs not the one for you. Youâll miss the chase and youâll hate the familiarity. I know you.â
âYou donât know shit.â
Yuta approaches the two of you, jaw clenched. Johnny straightens his posture, slightly embarrassed to have been caught talking behind his back. You beam at the sight of Yuta, tugging his hand and pulling him close to you. He continues to glower at the other man before you.
âAh, so you date in the daytime now too?â Johnny chuckles, attempting to recover from his apparent blunder. âI donât see any cameras around.â
âYou can fuck off, Johnny. You and your ridiculous parties are the reason why youâre groveling at her feet,â Yuta hisses. âHandle your own shit first before tainting another family name with your mess.â
Johnny stands from his spot, causing the chair to squeak from the pressure on the wood flooring. Although Johnny has inches on Yuta, he knows better than to raise a challenge with the growing rate of Yutaâs temper.
Johnny offers one last nod towards you. âGood luck.â
Once he exits the coffee shop, Yutaâs mood sours. You pay no attention to his signs of irritation, pulling him down in the chair next to you and nearly climbing in his lap. You discovered a week ago that you throw your self-respect out the window whenever you see him.
âDaddy, youâre here,â you giggle into his ear, shutting down your laptop that was filled with boring spreadsheets and finance articles. âI missed you. You never come to see me during the day.â
Itâs quite obvious that no other man has gotten to know your body the way Yuta has, bearing in mind that youâve never held a steady boyfriend. Despite the intimacy on your part, Yuta still treats you indifferently during the day, ignoring you whenever you stop by the restaurant they hang out in and refusing to answer your texts until the sun sets. However, when date time commences, he does nothing but shower you in affection and insist itâs hard for him to stay away from you.
Itâs very confusing, but you would take confusing and good sex over certainty and boring businessmen any day.
âWhat else did he say to you?â Yuta asks, brushing off your whines when he doesnât hold you close.
âI donât know and I donât care. Letâs go back to your place,â you propose, already stuffing your laptop into your bag.
You nearly squeal in delight when he tugs on your wrist to take you out of the coffee shop. You watch as he tosses your bag to one of his security guards, telling them to take a stroll while he handles you. Youâre skeptical about his behavior until he brings you into a nearby alleyway, shoving your front against the brick wall and flipping your skirt up.
âNo panties?â Yuta hisses in your ear, sounding irritated.
âYou told me not to!â
It hurts a little when he presses inside of you with no preparation. He takes it slow at first, kissing your shoulder and whispering harshly.
âI never want you to see him again, do you understand?â He questions in a demanding tone. His possessive side turns you on to no end and you nod eagerly, more arousal gushing out of your pussy.
âWhatever you say, daddy. But you know I never wanted to be with him, right? Youâre the only one I want to be with.â
âOf course I fucking know that,â he grunts, steadily picking up pace. âI know that because no one else can fuck this pussy like I do. No one else has you wearing a collar with my name on it.â
You giggle at the mention of the collar Yuta had custom made for you days ago, with his name engraved on the little heart emblem dangling from the chain. Many would think it demeaning to wear it and have him attach a leash to you, pulling whenever you disobeyed, but you find it terribly arousing.
It doesnât take long for you to orgasm, not with him muttering provocative fantasies in your ear and a tight grip around your waist to showcase that youâre his. He takes pity on you and shoots his release on the ground of the dirty alleyway, and you internally mourn the waste of cum that could be filling you up and dripping down your legs. You suppose it could be mortifying to someone else to have their pussy stuffed full of cum with no panties on in public, but you take gratification from it.
He quickly buttons himself back up as you turn around and readjust your skirt.
âSo what happens when you get the Osaka branch?â He suddenly asks you, disregarding your inquisitive look.
You frown while fixing your hair through your phone camera. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThe Osaka branch â the reason behind our deal. What happens when you sign the papers? We donât have to be seen together afterwards, I assume?â
You shrug and tuck your phone away. Despite spending nearly everyday together for the past week, you still canât get a read on Yutaâs feelings. Youâve taken multiple business classes in the past to overcome this type of difficult feat yet when you gaze into his eyes, you fail to understand the intentions behind his sudden line of interrogation.
âI guess so. We can still see each other in private, though,â you say with a flirty tone, squeezing his upper arm.
He doesnât return your playful gesture. âSee each other until you get married, that is.â
You tilt your head in confusion. Yuta has never brought up the topic of marriage before except to scoff at the headlines speculating the depth of your relationship.
âUm, yes, I suppose we could see each other until I marry.â
He nods and looks distantly off to the side, avoiding your stare.
âIâll have my driver take you home. I have some business to take care of but Iâll come pick you up for dinner tonight.â
He spins on his heel at his last statement, leaving you alone in an alleyway, more confused than ever.
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Weeks go by with no more discussions of marriage.
Yuta is on the way to your apartment as the two of you have been recently attending a handful of gala events together, skyrocketing your status as more serious to the public. Tonight was an event hosted by your father, and you hoped it would be the night he announces you as the new director of the Osaka branch.
Itâs an important evening for you and Yuta wants nothing more than to be by your side. However, he dreads the moment you sign the Osaka contract, virtually releasing you from all of your duties to be seen with him.
Yuta always thought you were nothing but a spoiled brat until he finally cast aside his own assumptions. Often, during nights when you would sleep over, you both talked about the structure of your family's businesses and what future you envisioned to keep it thriving. It was in these discussions that Yuta really understands how intelligent you are. He used to think you only dreamed of sequined dresses and designer bags, but he can see what a fool he had been.
Your father seriously raised you for the business. After being friends with Doyoung for so long, Yuta knew he wasnât privy to any of the company secrets or important business meetings. But he hadnât known that you knew all of it â you possessed every secret that would put the business under, and no one could sweet talk their way out of a dreadful situation better than you. Every heir youâve slept with usually spills a secret or two during late night pillow talk, and you bring the information back to your father, who uses it as leverage to elevate the company higher and higher until he gets what he wants.
Yuta admires you now more than anything, and that is why he is so afraid to lose you.
Along with the sex being the best heâs ever had, you are truly a magnetic being he canât separate from. He likes you more than heâs ever liked anyone else, and the idea of you marrying someone other than him terrifies him to his core. You started spending your mornings together instead of simply meeting at night, which was something Yuta tried to prevent for a while in fear of growing too attached to you. It seems far too late to reverse history now, seeing as you have been joined at the hip for weeks.
When he knocks on your apartment door, you swing it open with a glimmering smile painted on your face. He tries to ignore the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
âHi, daddy,â you greet with a giggle, kissing him gently and pulling him inside. âWhat took you so long?â
He watches you cross the living room in search of your other earring and he chuckles.
âCanât last a second without me?â
You laugh and walk back over as soon as youâve got your bearings. You kiss him again.
âDonât get such a big head. I was just wondering when you lost all your manners since itâs impolite to keep someone waiting for you.â
âI like this dress,â he changes the topic, fingers gripping your hips and squeezing roughly. Youâve gone for a simple floor-length red number, one that properly showcases your curves.
âYeah?â You question, fingers curling around the nape of his neck and tugging gently. âI thought it would look really good with your collar.â
He growls. âDonât tempt me. Get in the car and letâs go.â
The gala is in full swing when you both arrive, hands locked together as you smile and wave at the flashing cameras. Yuta keeps you close to him when you finally enter the grand ballroom. People immediately flock towards you, desperate to get a chance to chat with the seasonâs hottest new couple.
Doyoung finds a way to mow through them, approaching you with a bored look. âCongratulations,â he says with a curt tone.
You grin and pinch his cheek. âAw, donât be so sad, dear brother. I convinced father to let you shadow him at the headquarters here.â
Doyoung narrows his eyes at the demeaning task but says nothing else to you. Despite his numerous attempts to get his name out in the media, the only question people wanted to know was what designer his sister planned on working with next. Doyoung decided to accept his defeat with grace instead of humiliating himself by taking interviews solely about you.
His stare shifts to Yuta, cold and unforgiving. Doyoung still hasnât forgotten waking up one morning to the sight of his friend fucking his sister in the back of a car for the whole world to see.
When he turns and walks away without speaking a word to Yuta, you scoff. âWhat a diva.â
You continue to address the bombardment of excited greetings from fellow guests. By the time youâve finished a round on the floor, Yutaâs social battery has depleted significantly. With one look at your beaming face, however, his exhaustion spins into adoration.
âIâm nervous,â you whine into his ear, gripping his hand for dear life. âWhat if they donât want me?â
âThen theyâre idiots who deserve to burn alive.â
You laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. Yuta tries to quell the butterflies swarming his stomach.
âYou can burn them for me, daddy.â
The room is silenced when your father steps up to the microphone on stage. You clutch Yutaâs hand tightly and he returns the gesture, afraid of letting you go.
Your father raises his champagne glass and chuckles. âWelcome, everyone. I am thrilled to see so many familiar faces here tonight. As many of you know, Kim Enterprises is looking to branch out and expand our thriving business as we celebrate the continuous growth of our company. And it is my honor to announce the opening of our Osaka branch, which will be spearheaded by my lovely daughter!â
Applause fills the room and all eyes turn to you. You bask in the spotlight, radiating pure joy. Yuta canât help himself as he leans over to press a kiss to your lips proudly. You return it with as much vigor, giggling and gripping his hand happily.
He catches the sight of your father grinning down at you two in approval. Your father beckons you forward to join him on stage and offer a speech of your own. You squeeze Yutaâs hand one last time before letting go, taking his heart with you.
âThank you for such a warm reception,â you say cheerfully, extending your champagne flute to the crowd. Yuta catches sight of Doyoung near the stage, who is trying his best to conceal his smile. âI am honored and grateful that my father has chosen me as the new director of this branch, and I will carry out my duties faithfully. I want to thank my brother, who has always allowed me to shine since we were younger and has never hesitated to be there for me.â The audience claps at the mention, and Yuta can tell Doyoung is trying to hold back tears. âAnd I also want to thank my devoted partner, Nakamoto Yuta, who has become my number one support system these past few weeks.â
You blow a kiss to Yuta, who fails to contain his grin. The audience claps even louder at the mention of your lover, with whispers filling the room about how serious the two of you are.
You finish your speech with as much grace as everyone expects of you, giving your father a kiss on the cheek before he whisks you away to introduce you to important members on the board of directors.
Yuta locates the nearest balcony to catch some fresh air, huffing to himself as he leans over the railing. The silence allows his mind to wander, filled with visions of you eagerly signing the contract to your future. Your father is likely strategizing the next best suitor for you, pushing all thoughts of Yuta to the side.
He can feel the clock ticking away on the time he has left with you.
âYou really like her.â
He jumps at the sound of Doyoungâs voice and turns to see his friend with an eyebrow raised.
Yuta coughs awkwardly. âI thought you werenât talking to me.â
âAnd I thought you said my sister will never be respected with the reputation she has. That sheâs just not cut out for the corporate world,â Doyoung recalls with a knowing smirk.
Yuta scratches the back of his neck. âI was a dick about that.â
âBut you like her,â Doyoung states the obvious, joining Yutaâs side by the railing.
âI-I donât know. Weâre supposed to be temporary, and I think thatâs all she wants it to be.â
Itâs the first time Yuta is voicing any of these thoughts aloud, and the way heâs so affected by the idea of you walking away from him rattles his brain.
âWell, if I know my sister, I know sheâs never smiled at anyone like the way she smiles at you. And I know you, and youâve never volunteered yourself to be willing eye candy at a boring event like this.â
Yuta sighs, wishing he had snagged a good bottle of rum before he came outside. âWhat am I going to do, Doyoung?â
âNot my place to say,â Doyoung shrugs like the asshole he is. Yuta is very aware his friend is taking a small sense of pleasure in his misery. âJust please, no more fucking in the backseat of cars. Your driver has been gossiping with Taeyongâs about your active sex life and he wonât stop torturing me with the details.â
âFront seats are okay?â
Doyoungâs seconds away from punching him when you run outside, throwing your arms around Yutaâs neck while his hands instinctively slide around your waist.
âLetâs go home, daddy. My feet hurt and I want to give you a good blowie.â
âIâm right here.â
You glance to the side and raise an eyebrow at your brother. All of the sentimental thank yous from earlier are long forgotten.
âFeel free to leave, no oneâs stopping you.â
He grumbles at you but does as instructed, heading back inside. You smile when the two of you are alone, pressing a kiss to Yutaâs lips.
âAre you sure you want to go?â He treads carefully. âIâm certain people will notice the guest of honor has gone missing.â
âWho cares?â You scoff, pulling him closer to you. âI just want to curl up with my boyfriend and wear his pretty collar around my neck.â
Itâs the first time youâve ever addressed Yuta as your boyfriend, and heâs not sure that youâve realized you let the name slip. He kisses you regardless, and sweeps you away in his car. Youâre on top of him before he can get a word in, kissing down the column of his throat.
You hum. âI wish you had fucked me before we left, daddy. Iâve been dripping since I saw you.â
âYeah? You were being a bad girl in front of all those people, waiting to choke on my cock?â
You pull back to respond, but your head tilts in confusion when you catch a glimpse at his gloomy expression. You cup his cheek gently.
âWhatâs wrong?â
He fails to realize that you can read him like an open book. You look at him with worry, no longer grinding on him like a cat in heat.
âNothing,â he replies with what he hopes is a convincing smile. âIâm just so proud of you.â
âLiar,â you whisper, pressing a softer kiss to his lips. âTell me whatâs wrong.â
âIâm just, um, Iâm just not in the mood tonight.â
âOh,â you say with astonishment, and he canât blame you. Until this moment, Yuta has never turned down your advances. You awkwardly shuffle off of his lap.
He swallows nervously. âBut Iâd still like it if you spent the night. You know, only if you want to.â Heâs never seen you look so shocked in your life and he immediately takes it as a bad sign. âFuck, sorry- Just forget I said anything-â
âNo!â You squeak, interrupting his rambling. He doesnât miss the constant back and forth of his driverâs eyes in the rearview mirror as he watches the two of you finally communicate in something other than dirty talk. âI mean, of course I would like to stay over. We donât always have to fuck for me to be with you.â
âYeah?â He says, eyes hopeful.
You smile and lean over to kiss him. âYeah.â
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Yuta is a strange creature.
Ever since the night your father announced the launch of the Osaka branch, you feel like Yuta has completely changed his personality from a sex-crazed monster to a loving and doting partner. Oh yes, you two definitely still fuck daily but itâs somehow shifted into sweet, gentle sessions. Instead of bending you over the kitchen table without question, he gently turns you on your side first thing in the morning and presses slowly into you. He also kisses you a lot more when youâre together, and holds your hand whenever you step out in the public eye.
Youâre surely not complaining about his behavior, but you are mildly curious about what exactly spurred this on. As far as you know, he thinks youâre a spoiled rich girl who doesnât deserve everything handed to her. But lately when youâve been discussing ideas about how to run the Osaka branch, heâs completely attentive and praises you for your progressive thoughts.
Thinking about his changing behavior for too long gives you a headache.
âDo you want to order in tonight? Iâm too lazy to cook,â Yuta asks as he fights through a yawn, scrolling through his phone mindlessly while he sits cross-legged on his living room couch.
Youâre pulling one of his old shirts over your head since itâs become your new form of pajamas, along with a comfortable pair of panties. You walk out of his bedroom and join him by sitting on his lap.
âTakeout sounds good,â you nod in agreement. He hums and kisses your cheek before checking for available dinner options. You contemplate approaching the topic of his newfound affection, fumbling around with his shirt while you think. âHey, Yuta?â
âYeah, baby?â He replies, focus still directed at his phone.
âDo you- Do you not like having sex with me anymore?â
He completely freezes, gathering himself before turning off his phone. He frowns as he looks over at you.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about? We just had sex in the shower an hour ago.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah, but now you just treat me like Iâm some porcelain doll thatâs about to break! Iâve never seen you like this before.â
He sighs and gently nudges you off of his lap. When he stands and starts to pace around the coffee table, you begin to grow worried. Maybe you shouldnât have brought this up, especially when you see the distressed expression haunting his face.
âYuta-â
âWhat are we going to do when you move to Osaka?â
Itâs a topic neither of you have broached. Youâre supposed to fly out in two weeks to spearhead the launch and oversee all of the new changes. You brought it up to Yuta in passing over a month ago, but you havenât talked about it since then.
âI-I donât know,â you say honestly, starting to feel like a child being scolded by their parent. âI thought you would come with me.â
His shoulders relax slightly. âYou did?â
âYeah,â you murmur, feeling smaller than ever. âDo you not want to?â
He kneels before you, taking your hands in his and offering you a solemn look.
âI do, baby, you know I do,â he sighs. âBut I donât want to go if your father just plans to replace me in a couple of months.â
You furrow your eyebrows. âWhy would he replace you?â
He looks equally as confused. âBecause of our deal? Iâm not as valuable to him now since you already signed the contract.â
âWho cares about him?â You hiss, nearly glaring at Yuta. âYouâre my boyfriend, I get the final say if you stay or if you go.â
His expression crumbles and you can tell that although you assumed you had been dating for months now, passing the line between casual to serious, he had not been on the same page.
âSo you meant it then? That night of the gala â you meant it when you called me your boyfriend?â
âDuh,â you reply as if heâs grown two heads. âIâve been seeing you exclusively, of course youâre my boyfriend. I donât just let anyone collar me and hold my hand in public. We havenât even called the press to take photos of us in weeks.â
Heâs kissing you before you realize it, hands cupping your cheeks as he pins you against the couch. You moan into his mouth, feeling his hardened length press against your belly.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to hear you say that,â he says through a hoarse whisper. âIâve been treating you like fine china because I thought you were going to dump me.â
âWhy?â You pout, suddenly feeling whiny. âI like you and I like it when you throw me around. I donât want anyone else to use me like you do.â
âYeah? You mean it, baby?â
You nod and start to feel him manhandle your body until youâre lying on the armrest of the couch. He shoots you a devious look as he hovers over you, slowly slinking down your form. Your breath hitches when his thumbs loop around the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs and smirking when the fabric clings to your core from your arousal.
âDaddy,â you whimper. âDonât tease.â
He presses a kiss to your inner thigh and flings your underwear across the room. His tongue runs through your folds before he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking gently. You moan and tangle your hands through his hair. His eyes stay focused solely on you, staring at you as he laps at your cunt. One of his fingers prods at your entrance before pushing in, and youâre almost embarrassed by the squelching sound filling the room. He brings his tongue to your clit again, flicking at the nub.
You canât help yourself when you start grinding down on him as he presses another digit inside of you. You throw your head back, overtaken by the sensation of him. His nose bumps against you as you messily ride his face.
âD-Daddy- O-Oh fuck, daddy-â
A wail rips from your throat when your pussy gushes, squirting all over Yutaâs face and fingers. You hold him close as he drinks in the remnants of your climax and push him away when it starts getting too overwhelming for you.
He licks his lips in an obscene manner, grinning to himself while you struggle to regain your breath. âPoor baby,â he mocks you, clicking his tongue. âWants daddy to be rough with her but canât handle the pressure.â
You donât even notice heâs left the couch for a short period, blinking away the tears springing up in your eyes at the waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. Yuta returns with your collar dangling in his hand and you perk up at the sight. He hasnât used it with you since the night of the gala, and youâre desperate to feel it tugging at your neck. You eagerly sit up and bare your throat to him.
âGood girl,â he praises, snapping the collar tight and hooking his leash around it.
You yelp when he yanks you forward and off the couch. On your knees, you shamefully follow him into his bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed, peering down at you as you kneel in front of him, your legs tucked neatly below you. He pulls at the leash until you whine, blinking virtuously up at him.
âYouâd never do this for someone else, would you? All for me?â He clarifies and you nod fervently, keeping your hands at your side diligently. He strokes your cheek gently and you preen at his touch. âThatâs right. Youâre mine, baby, and I never want you to look at anyone else the way you look at me, do you understand?â
You nod again and he grins. He leans back and pats his lap, causing you to scramble as you climb on top of him. You straddle his hips, whimpering a little when you feel his clothed length poking at your core.
âWant my cock, baby?â
âYes please, daddy!��
âGo ahead and take it then,â he says, watching hesitation take over your form.
âB-But you always do all the work, daddy.â
âI know, baby, and Iâve spoiled you way too much. Maybe if you can prove to me youâve earned it, Iâll be as rough with you as youâve been craving.â
You frown at his words but youâre not one to back down from a challenge. You pull his cock out, biting your lip at the sight of his leaking tip. He feels heavy in your hand as you line him up against your entrance. He tugs at the leash when you take too long and you cry before finally sinking down on him. A shudder runs through you, still sensitive after your last orgasm.
Yuta is usually the one to set the pace so you struggle to recreate it, whining when you finally take all of him and begin to move. He says nothing as he observes the clear strain this takes on you, your thighs already starting to ache. You ride him as best as you can, twisting your hips in a frenzy while you search for some sort of coordinated rhythm. You hear Yuta chuckle dryly but you ignore him, mind set on proving him wrong.
âMy poor girl,â he murmurs in a degrading tone. âNeed some help?â
You shake your head even though youâre craving for him to fill you as he normally does, hitting all of the right spots that make you unravel. Tears begin to fall as you press down on him in desperation. You give in, so miserable by your own pathetic attempts.
âDaddy, I canât-â
âI know, sweet girl,â he coos at you, pulling at your leash until he adjusts you face down on the bed. You mewl when his cock slips out of you, and his hand presses down on the curve of your spine until your ass is perched perfectly for him. His hand kneads at your flesh, cock rubbing through your folds teasingly. âLook at you, can barely do anything for yourself. Such a useless little whore.â
âDaddy, daddy,â you chant, head filled with nothing but Yuta.
You feel complete when he drives the tip inside of you but whine when he pulls it back out.
âDonât think you deserve it,â he mumbles, spanking you roughly. You whimper as your body lurches forward from the impact. âSpent so long thinking about you, you know? Wondered how I could fall for a spoiled princess like you. Wanted nothing but for you to call me your boyfriend and let me fuck your pretty little throat.â
âI want that too, daddy.â Your picture perfect future includes waking up by Yutaâs side, engaging in a morning quickie, eating meals together, and shopping all day with a few blowjobs in between. You blink away the tears threatening to spill over your eyelids from the overstimulation. âPlease, please daddy. Iâll be a good girl for you, I promise. I wonât let anyone else fuck my pussy but you.â
He wraps a steady hand around your leash before putting you out of your misery, pushing his cock through your folds. You moan, head thrown back as Yuta tugs at your leash with every thrust of his hips. Itâs exactly what youâve been missing â the emptiness being replaced with his swelling member stretching your tight cunt around him. The collar makes it hard for you to inhale but you prefer it this way, offering your body in his hands for him to use as he pleases.
âI love you,â he suddenly grunts when his cock angles just right, rubbing against your walls and nudging at your sweet spot. You sob, feeling your orgasm building in your stomach. âI wonât ever love anyone else but you, my sweet girl.â Your eyes roll to the back of your head when your climax hits, spurting around his cock as it drips down onto the sheets. âFuck, you squirted again? Did you really miss me being rough with you?â
You can barely form a coherent word while he releases his hold on the leash, causing you to collapse onto his pillow like a lifeless doll. You begin to fade in and out of consciousness, but you manage to utter, âI love you too, daddy,â before completely falling into darkness.
When your eyes flutter open again, youâre not entirely certain how much time has passed. Your neck is free from the collar, allowing you room to breathe. Yutaâs body is pressed against yours as you now lay on your back. His cock is still seated warmly inside you and heâs slowly pumping more gentle thrusts. The bedsheets are completely soaked with the evidence of your orgasm.
He hasnât noticed youâve awoken again, eyes shut tight and face buried in your neck. Heâs groaning lowly, trying not to be too loud.
âYuta?â You whisper, your voice hoarse and scratchy from all of the screaming. Your fingers brush through the strands of his hair as he looks up at you, smiling softly.
âHi, baby. Got me worried there for a second.â
âIâm good,â you reassure, and he presses his lips to yours. âJust want your cum.â
He rests his forehead on top of yours, the mood shifting to something more intimate and loving. You never imagined you would be in this position, with Yuta of all people. You always believed you would marry some stuck-up businessman who had no care for your thoughts and feelings, and you became content with the idea over the years due to the overall positive sacrifice it would bring the company. Youâve been raised to think of the business first, but now you see that you can get the best of both worlds.
âI love you,â he repeats, murmuring it quietly.
You swear your heart grows three sizes. âI love you too.â
He grunts when his coil unravels, shooting strands of white into you, painting you to stake his claim. When he gets his bearings together, you both erupt in a heap of laughter. You feel warm all over, like your life is definitively joyous. No one could take this feeling from you.
He rubs his thumb over your ring finger, gazing at the empty spot with a glint of mischief in his eye.
âWe should get you sized as soon as we arrive in Osaka,â he says with conviction.
You giggle and pull him down for another kiss.
âJust make sure you get me a big one, okay?â
â
âThis is disgusting.â
You chortle when Yuta peppers your neck in a handful of kisses, pulling you closer by the back of your thighs. You feel like a princess sitting on his lap with your engagement ring sitting heavy on your finger. It would all be perfect, except for the fact that youâre surrounded by his friends at their regular table in the steakhouse. The blatant public affection is not completely your fault â who can blame two lovebirds who just got engaged?
Itâs only been a few days since Yuta formally proposed. The first thing you did was fly straight from Osaka back to Seoul, rejoicing in the happy news with your friends and family. Your father was overjoyed, openly weeping when he saw how happy you were. Yutaâs mother kept her lips shut tight when you shared the news, clearly expressing disappointment but Yuta displayed no signs of caring for her approval. Since you gained leadership of the Osaka branch, you have been actively working with Yutaâs father to arrange a merger between your businesses. Yuta confessed to you one night that his familyâs company was slowly going under, and there was no way you could allow your fiancĂŠ to be desolate and poor, could you? His mother hasnât uttered a bad word about you since then.
Doyoung can feel the bile climbing up his throat at the sight of his sister all loved up with his friend. Donghyuck is pouting in his seat, arms crossed over his chest like a toddler.
âThere are others who have to witness this, you know,â Jaehyun says with a smirk dancing across his lips in amusement.
âI canât believe this!â Donghyuck exclaims incredulously. âYou were slut shaming her less than a year ago!â
You coo at him. âDonât get so upset, Hyuck. You knew you never had a chance.â
He narrows his eyes at you before childishly twisting in his seat until his back is turned to you. Yuta chuckles in your ear, tilting your head towards him so he can kiss you again.
The table collectively groans. âThereâs no way you both traveled back from Osaka just to do this,â Taeyong sighs. âIsnât this supposed to be a party for all of us?â
You part from Yuta and glance over at Taeyong.
âIt is a party, but I wasnât expecting you all to be losers and not show up with dates,â you bite back. You can feel Yuta grinning into your neck at your brazen attitude. Now that he wasnât on the receiving end of it, he loved it when you got snippy with others and put them in their place.
âMaybe we should go hang out at Johnnyâs,â Jaehyun suggests, tired of watching you and Yuta grope each other. âHeâs throwing another party at his house tonight.â
âNo Johnny,â Yuta says with a stern glare. His friends remain confused while you giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek at his possessive nature.
âJohnnyâs not going to take me from you, daddy.â
âAlright, Iâve had enough,â Doyoung grunts with displeasure, standing from his seat and throwing a few bills down on the table. âLetâs go. I canât stand to watch this any longer and my ears are already bleeding.â
The group is quick to obey, offering a few more lazy congratulations before exiting the restaurant. Doyoung shoots one last glance towards Yuta, eyes narrowed.
âIf you ever make her cry or call her a whore again, Iâll fucking shred you to pieces.â
Yuta salutes him and Doyoung rolls his eyes, leaving you both to your own bubble of gooey affection. You smile and stroke Yutaâs cheek gently.
âDonât listen to him, daddy. You can still make me cry and call me a whore in bed.â
âYou know I wouldnât have it any other way, sweet girl.â
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Limitless manifesting for beginners
part I - the basic concepts
part II - states, techniques, change
part III - mental diet, sats
part IV - daily life, time
Ę part V - resistance, faith, the ''real'' world
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Changing your life can happen faster than you ever possibly imagined, but you first have to understand the basics of who you are. This goes beyond the common saying of âyou donât manifest what you want, you manifest who you areâ into a deeper spiritual truth about our existence as souls and a reality far greater than what we see now. Each of us has many probable lives, access to infinite probable realities, and is truly the sole creator for our individual reality.
âFirst of all, a soul is not something that you have. It is what you are.â â Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul
Resistance
To enter a state is not the most difficult thing. In fact, it should be rather effortless, until the factor of resistance and strain comes in. There is no benefit in affirming or visualizing against how you feel, because the latter will always be the victor. In fact, it only reinforces lack because of avoidance.
âThere is a great difference between resisting evil and renouncing it. When you resist evil, you give it your attention; you continue to make it real. When you renounce evil, you take your attention from it and give your attention to what you want.â â Neville Goddard, The Power of Awareness
Since we live in a physical reality, we often identify with the part of us that is responsible for daily activities, and we barely give any thought to the unconscious portion of ourselves that is the basis for creating the experience around us. We rely on our senses to survive and allow the outside world to determine how we feel. However, the concept of us being more than a physical form has been discussed in both scientific and spiritual fields. As you have likely learned from Neville and / or Seth, our consciousness is far more than a production of the neurons in our brain. Our own physical form, which we have so strongly identified with, is just like a custom fitting glove that we are constantly creating to suit our needs. We are in the physical as Gods in training, learning how to use our thoughts to create our human experience. This gift is something we were born with, and although the Law is not common knowledge to most people in this world, the truth about reality and our identity is not hidden. It is displayed in each of our lives on a daily basis, with a perfect correlation between the states weâve been entertaining and the events that occur.
âHowever, the understanding of the causes of your experience, and the knowledge that you are the sole creator of the contents of your life, both good and bad, not only make you a much keener observer of all phenomena, but through the awareness of the power of your consciousness, intensify your appreciation of the richness and grandeur of life.â â Neville Goddard, The Power of Awareness
Knowing this perspective of being a fragment of God, it is completely up to us to create anything we desire with our imagination. There are 3D circumstances that seem to hold us back, but if you really think about it, whatâs more limitless? The 3D world or your imagination? And which comes first? The imagination. Sometimes we wish things were different, we hope this will change, we wonder if that can happen, but notice how none of these are a solid confidence in your experience now. You are the only one limiting yourself to your 3D circumstances. Breaking free of this mindset can be as simple as remembering who we truly are and what our purpose on Earth is. No one knows what your individual purpose for coming here is, but just as an example, letâs say itâs to learn how to create a long lasting relationship with someone you love because that was something you failed to do in the previous life. You chose this life and consented to your current circumstances as a second try, but when you surrender your mind to what you created in the first place, itâs really just disappointing yourself for a second time when you couldâve taken this opportunity to learn. Now that was just a probable situation, and it doesnât apply to everyone, but if you accept a new view of life and allow yourself to feel connected to infinite possibilities, doesnât that sound much easier and more powerful than feeling stranded in a 3D world?
âHow many of you would want to limit your reality, your entire reality, to the experience you now know? You do this when you imagine that your present self is your entire personality, or insist that your identity be maintained unchanged through an endless eternity.â â Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul
âIt is not that physical reality is false. It is that the physical picture is simply one of an infinite number of ways of perceiving the various guises through which consciousness expresses itself.â â Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of Soul
Manifesting is effortless because itâs a decision, not a chore. If you were asked to get from Paris to Tokyo without a plane, thatâs gonna take a lot of effort. You were not asked to do so. The key points to making that mental decision effortless is understanding life from a creatorâs eyes + playfully using your imagination beneficially + gentle reminders that creation is finished + repeatedly making the same choice for which reality you will experience without trying to change anything in the 3D. As the Seth quote above says, your physical reality is not fake, and itâs actually a misconception to believe so. The people you meet everyday are real human beings with the same feelings and consciousness you have. However, there are many different versions of what you can experience, so your goal is to select something new. Telling yourself that 4D is the only real world and 3D is fake can lead to delusion or inner conflict when everything around you seems so real (which it is), because it could cause a spiral. If your SP left you in this reality, it does not mean that they are a fake puppet who doesnât have a mind of their own. All it means is that your circumstances are aligned with whatever states you were dominantly entertaining, but you can change that at any moment. People often get confused with how to view the 3D because it gives them the most resistance, which brings them closer to trying rather than effortless manifesting. Your experience is made of internal selections, choices, and decisions. Choosing something better for yourself should be as easy as second nature, because who doesnât want a better life?
âYou must begin to trust yourself sometime. I suggest you do it now. If you do not then you will forever be looking to others to prove your own merit to you, and you will never be satisfied. You will always be asking others what to do, and at the same time resenting those from whom you seek such aid.â â Seth, The Nature of Personal Reality
Everyone who reads Neville and Seth should have come to the realization that we are connected to God / source. There is absolutely no power outside of you that determines your reality, so thereâs really no reason for us to trust anyone but ourselves. Seeking outside help for more knowledge is a good start, but ultimately experience and application is the breakthrough moment for most peopleâs understanding in the Law. Nothing beats the feeling of your first major manifestation coming into fruition and you start thinking what more you can do next. Sometimes the only thing that stops you from seeing manifestation as effortless is having one foot in and one foot out. If you take a step forward but keep looking back at where you were before, then you havenât really bought the Pearl of Great Price like Neville says. No teacher, book, guide, or video can do the mental work for you. At the end of the day your biggest motivator will and should always be yourself, because you need the drive to change your life.
Faith
When considering the best way to manifest your desires, itâs important to recognize that if you were bound to the 3d limitations of this world, many fundamental concepts such as creation is finished, infinite versions of yourself and others, different probable realities, imagination is not fiction, etc wouldnât exist. Having an intellectual understanding of these things is not the same as feeling an emotional connection. Since the Law of Assumption places faith in breaking free of limitations and opening our minds to endless possibilities, it would also be helpful to view ourselves from a different perspective.
When people spiral over circumstances or are feeling resistance when doing techniques or returning to the state of the wish fulfilled, it is often because they lack a sense of control. They may view the current situation as solid, or their beliefs are too deeply rooted so they canât see how the things they put attention on arenât actually objective facts about reality. They could also feel like they are at a disadvantage, or are unsure of what to do when met with undesirable events because they arenât finding comfort or confidence in accepting that they are actually the sole creator of their reality.
âDo not judge after the appearances of a thing. In judging after appearances you forget that all things are possible. Hypnotized as they were to the reality of appearances they could not feel the naturalness of sanity. The only way for you to avoid such failures is to constantly bear in mind that your awareness is the Almighty, all-wise presence, who without help, effortlessly out-pictures that which you are aware of being. Be perfectly indifferent to the evidence of the senses, so that you may feel the naturalness of your desireâand your desire will be realized. Turn from appearances and feel the naturalness of perfect sanity and sanity will embody itself. Your desire is the solution of your problem. As the desire is realized, the problem is dissolved.â â Neville Goddard, I Know My Father
Essentially what Neville explains in his teachings is that it is beneficial to live life from âGod modeâ, or in other words, a perspective where you truly are the only cause for every external materialization in the 3d world. I understand that there are many religious people who also follow manifestation content, and their beliefs may not resonate with saying âI am Godâ, which is perfectly fine. Ultimately the goal of this perspective is not to claim power for vanity, but to gain confidence and understanding in knowing just because you are a human, it does not mean manifestation is a powerless being trying to do magic tricks to make a miracle happen. When we view the Law as an unbelievable or difficult promise, mental dieting becomes much harder because there is a belief that prevents us from seeing things as attainable, or even effortless and naturally promised to us. The âGod modeâ perspective is helpful because it allows us to feel more connected with infinite possibilities that easily dissolves doubts and fears surrounding circumstances. Think about it this way, would God worry about being blocked by their person? Would God worry about not passing a job interview or not having enough money? No of course not, so you shouldnât worry either. What you can gain from the Law of Assumption is fulfillment of your dreams and desires, so aligning your perception of yourself with someone that is easily capable of getting such things will lift a weight off your shoulders.
When you are going about life attending to your daily commitments, it can be easy to forget this perspective, because certainly anyone would look at you weirdly if you claimed âI am God and you are tooâ, but if you treat this as a playful reminder and an internal understanding that benefits your manifestation, it wonât feel like youâre usurping power. If you are waiting in line at the store or cooking at home and your mind wanders to the unlovely things, observe how youâre viewing yourself. Are you surrendering to physical human senses, or are you taking control by confidently returning to this new perspective?
Resistance is often defined by the emotions and thoughts we have, but if you think about where they come from, the root is always a belief. All circumstances, no matter big or small, are no trouble if you start believing in things that allow you to feel more powerful. You cannot possibly feel upset over something when you know you are connected to God and things will change because you say so. View life from the eyes of God, and your circumstances will reflect that back to you eventually.
Additionally, faith is believing in the unseen. How do you know what is unseen and what is improbable? You need to test it out. People always want to rely on others for motivation and success, but your life is your life. You have full responsibility and control over it, and thereâs no excuse for anyone to stop themselves from reaching success because they always want to hear about someone elseâs story first. It does not do well to compare or to worry. All the answers you need are within you. Ask yourself before you ask someone else, and learn to give yourself the willpower you need. A leap of faith is not as complicated or scary as it seems. You will gain faith after you realize this works for me, Iâve done it and now I will do it again. Joy from seeing other peopleâs stories will never be the same as the feeling of winning on your own. Itâs understandable to question the Law after a significant period of no results, but ask yourself this question, âHave I truly changed my beliefs?â If the answer is no, then thereâs no reason to doubt the Law, because you havenât met the condition under which your 3D will reflect your desire. If the answer is yes, then that means you believe with full conviction that you already have what you want. With that being the case, then you are someone new. Why would that new version of you question where your results are? The logic of the Law is that you wonât get hurt or disappointed from applying it. Success is inevitable, and if youâre applying it properly, then thereâs no reason for you to feel negative anymore.
The ''real'' world
Iâm sure many people have wondered at least once in their lifetime what the meaning of life is, why are humans here, and what happens after death. There are curious minds that think about this existential question frequently, and people who donât care about spirituality and manifestation beyond achieving their own desires. And thatâs perfectly fine. People hold different beliefs all around the world. From religious ones to scientific theories, thereâs always been a central question of what is the true purpose of our existence. The Law of Assumption is closely tied to metaphysical concepts such as the multiverse theory, cognitive scientific conclusions that studies how the brain / mind alters and shapes our realities, psychological perspectives on emotions and their subjectivity, etc. Manifesting is not a baseless optimistic lifestyle, nor is it confirmation bias. The Seth Material has introduced an extensive and detailed collection of works that explain how we have come to this world to experience life as humans. We are learning and evolving, shaping our realities with our thoughts, beliefs, and expectations. Seth even dives into the afterlife to explain death, afterlife choices, and other planetary existences and communities. He explains our existence:
âI am telling you that you are not a cosmic bag of bones and flesh, thrown together through some mixture of chemicals and elements. I am telling you that your consciousness is not some fiery product, formed merely accidentally through the interworkings of chemical components.â â Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul
For the people who found this material intriguing, some may have come to the realization that the world is quite more complex than what we can perceive right now. It is not to say that spiritual findings and beliefs should take over our daily life and affect our ways of living by completely branching off into a secluded mindset that differs from any other normal social interactions we may have. From my perspective, itâs a proposal that may be beneficial to those who are feeling lost or powerless. To recognize and embrace life as an experiential game of choices rather than an unknown path of challenges is a way to understand effortless manifesting. The most limitless we can be is always within our imagination, because itâs truly a place of possibilities, freedom, and creativity, so enjoy it.
âSuffering is not good for the soul, unless it teaches you how to stop suffering. That is its purpose.â â Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul
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How They Want to Please You [SPICY] đđšđŤŚ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)
Hey it's Lunadream~đ This is a reading on your person and how exactly they would want to please you and their approach to that!!đ¤â¤ď¸âđĽ hope you find your messageđ
(This is a spicy readingđĽ Some piles more intense than others)
Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!⥠If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)
Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~â¤ď¸
Pile 1đ
Pile 2đ
Pile 3â¤ď¸
Pile 4đ
Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~âĄ
On to the readings â> â¤ď¸âđĽ
Pile 1đ
Sign energy: Long, Threat, Marriage, Therapy, Stress, Jupiter, Libra, 8th house, Cancer, 3rd house,đđ§ąđ¤´đ¤
đ¤Your person's energy: Okay for some reason I was getting indirect Taurus energy but anyways your person VERY good at communication, omg they may take part in long discussions and like drawn out conversations or hypothetical stuff.. or simply just talk alot LOLđŹđ For signs we have Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Cancer and Gemini wow those may be significant. Some of my pile 1's are very attracted to the way this person talks.đŁđĽ°đŠˇ I'm getting that your person may always feel like they need someone to listen to them because my pile 1's your person has a lot of stress omg they need to let it outđ Talking with others may feel like true therapy to them, they feel better when they have someone to talk tođĽşđ For some of you this person has long legs or even bigger features, something is definitely long about them.đđ I'm also hearing "why the long face?" So maybe your person has a worried look washed upon their face, oh this could be because their stress.đđ§ Some of you are in a committed relationship to this person or you see them as marriage material.đâď¸ It is hard for your person to open up to just anyone on a deeper level, they may have been in bad relationships before or over shared themselves. This person might have even cut out romantic connections entirely.âď¸âď¸ Specific message for someone in pile 2 they could have a lot of siblings, I definitely feel your person knows many people or someone could be a therapist. They could have an ex still obsessed with them maybe they're your ex, divorce or break ups may be significant to your person. They do have a magnetic way about them, like I feel like them as a spouse would be so HOTđł I'm hearing "trophy wife/husband" lol that is what they are like or would be like.đâ¨ď¸ You guys may be a bit obsessed with this person, some of you don't wanna wait for Intimacy after marriage.đâ¤ď¸âđĽ
đšHow they wanna please you: Self love, Fluff, Skill, Inner thoughts, Fairytale, Libra, Eros, Uranus, North node, Capricorn, đŠđđšđ My pile 1's your person is so sweet and so naughty at the same timeđđ First and foremost they want you to be happy and love your life omg they wanna make you feel like you're in a fairytaleđĽşđ They also want to make you feel pretty and love yourself just as much as they do. There are so many things they wanna try with you pile 1!! They are literally thinking about a SOLID future with you, they want to provide and pleasure you and give you the love you deserve omfg this is too muchđđŞ˝đĽš They have thoughts of your thing, if you know what I meanđ𼾠They want to know your body well do everything right with you, like they want to be an expert at it. They may want to experiment a lot with you to see exactly what you like and what pleases you the most.đĽđđ Your person is kinky, They also want to use their fingers inside WTF they think about exactly how turn you on. They want you to think good about yourself and feel beautiful with them. Also taking you to a motel so you guys enjoy your time alone and be as unusual as you want?!đŠ Going hard on your đ If you want it𼾠They also want to give you something to see, like doing things to themselves for you. OH MY pile 1 your person would do anythingđŤŁđŚ Your person is big on pleasing you visually, but not just with themselves but with everything. Like taking you to beautiful scenery and giving you flowers in hopes that you're just as pleased with that as you are with themâ¨ď¸đđ They just really wanna turn you on and for you to be so happy with them, some of you may be very impressed how much they know what you like. I mean seriously this person thinks pile 1 is so lovely and attractive𼺠They want to please you at the highest level and just make you feel so in love and treated wellđđ
đMessages from your person: It's okay to have high standards, I hear you, I wish I could, I think you're a great person, Your secrets safe with me, Your first love, What are your biggest fantasies? Put your hand on mine. (So sweetđĽ°đŠˇ) Extra cards: Pisces, Focus, Up, Store, Abandonment, Gemini, Saturn, Uranus, Libra, 10th house
Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸âđĽ
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the kiss emoji~đ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next readingâ¨ď¸đ¤â¤ď¸
Pile 2đ
Sign energy: Attraction, Sensitivity, Important, Only one, Mystery, Chiron, Aquarius, 3rd house, 5th house, 1st house,đâď¸đźđĽł
đ¤Your person's energy: This is someone very special, you may see them as one of a kindâ¨ď¸ My pile 2's are attracted to this person and you want to connect with them and have sweet conversations with themđđ Signs could be Aquarius, Gemini, Leo or Aries in their chart. Your person has a soft feminine vibe to them (no matter the gender) They may talk in a gentle way. They may have a hobby unknown to you or they hide it, they could be interested in career/hobbies related to entertainment, artist, creator, or music.đ¨ I'm getting anonymous vibes from your person, for some in pile 1 they have a secret channel or social media account they share their work on. Now your person may get hurt a lot on accident, they are very sensitive to injuries.đ˘đŠš Maybe they have a noticable scar for some of you? You feel very connected to this person, like they are your twin flame kinda thing.â¤ď¸âđĽ They work for fun I'm hearing, or start a lot of fun little projects for themselves. They are very creative and sweet, I am getting gentle artistic energy. This could be a close friend for some of you, or a friendly connection between you both. This person may feel like the only one you can talk to like a best friend. They play a big role in your life, they also may be someone important online.đąâ¨ď¸ They are very fun at parties, I think their sweet and charming nature makes them very attractive to you. This person has such lovely features and gestures!!đĽşđ They also have a senstive side to them, that may have been what attracted you to them as well. You have no idea how they have such a beautiful aura to them lolđĽ°đŠˇ
đšHow they wanna please you: Pride, Competition, Long, Truth, Decor, Cancer, Water, 9th house, Venus, 1st house, đđđđ Okay so acts of service may be something your person wants to do for youđ They want to please you by doing sweet little things for you, this might be the most innocent pile omg it's just so cuteđĽšđđ They want you to make you feel cared for and take pride in yourself! So your person is a bit competitive about pleasing you, maybe there is a situation where they aren't the only one who's out to please pile 2 right now OMG for some of you this person is very defensive over being the only one that pleases you and the best at it. (This makes them so emotionalđâ¤ď¸) Also taking you on a long trip with them somewhere beautiful ooh and I'm seeing somewhere near water so maybe they're wanting to take you on a vacation somewhere by a body of water so like lakes, rivers or the ocean.đđ§đ They want to please you aesthetically most importantly, making sure your surroundings and over all environment is nice and beautiful enough for my pile 2'sđĽşđ I'm getting they definitely wanna win your heart, also flowers!! This is so sweet, they would want to please you by giving you roses and pretty lovely bouquets to express just how genuine their feelings are for you guys omg.. I feel like if you come over to this person's space they will decorate it very beautifully for you to see, like they take pride in their decorating skills I'm hearing.đ¸đâ¨ď¸ Also with their appearance, they wish to look amazing for your eyes to see. I can see them wanting to restrain themselves for your pleasure.𫣠They want to serve you in any way they can, that may be something they wish to please you with, lol for some this person wants to clean for you like help with whatever's on your to do list so you can just sit back and be spoiled by them.đđŠđ This person is head over heels for our lovely pile 2𼰠They want to hold you. I am hearing they truly care for you, they want you to feel comfy and pretty with your surroundings. Ahh pile 2 your person is such ring material LOL.đ
đMessages from your person: Let me adore you, Focus on us, If I had you, This is madness, It's not what it looks like, I wish I could control it, We will find eachother again, I want to spend my life with you (AHH PILE 2 đĽłđ¤§â¤ď¸) Extra cards: Situation, Competition, Fantasy, Worthy, Options, Earth, Jupiter, Sagittarius, 2nd house, Aquarius (Ohh so your person want's to be worthy to compete for your love and for some in this pile they may be a second option for you right now!!)
Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸âđĽ
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the chain emoji~đ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next readingâ¨ď¸đ¤â¤ď¸
Pile 3â¤ď¸
Sign energy: Synchrony, Respect, Diamond, Peace, Flirt, Aries, 3rd house, 10th house, Pluto, Sun,đłâ¤ď¸đ¨đ
đ¤Your person's energy: Okay so there is a masculine energy for this pile's person, very powerful aura about themâ¨ď¸đ Prominent energies for them are Aries, Gemini, Capricorn, Scorpio or Leo. The way this person speaks may stand out to you, because they are smooth with their words. For some of you this person is so good at flirting it's scaryđłđĽľ They can win anyone over with just their words I'm hearing, they have such a magnetic way about them omgđĽđ§˛ They can make people obsessed with them easily, their public image is seen as something rare. People view your person as sensually attractive. I think they are more playful with the people they know, but when they're interacting with acquaintances they can be very intimidating yet very hot.𤯠They have a bold energy to them, people immediately feel like they should respect or admire them in some way.â¨ď¸ Maybe you see yourself in this person, you may share similar views. People fall for your person's charms so quick, there is a deep love and admiration for their self worth. Your person is creative and very interesting in most conversations, they keep things interesting.đŹđ They could have a deep voice, or a pleasing one that draws you in. They could also be in shape or bigger than you in appearance or vibe. Your person may own accessories made of jems or diamondsđżâď¸ This is a random message but you two would be very physically compatible?!đđĽ Yeah this person can draw you in deep and they just say one word and it turns you on LOLđ Many of my pile 3's are in love with this person, I mean on another level. They are quick witted, I'm also hearing fast reflexes for this person. They shine like a jewel in their productivity or work, I mean they can be really smooth and calm like talking in a low voice but then when they're passionate about something they will consume itđł
đšHow they wanna please you: Pain, Big, Lay down, 11th house, Early, Lilith, Chiron, Cancer, Jupiter, Capricorn,đŞŤđ§đđą Omfg pile 3 your person is something elseđ They wanna please you in the most intense way you can handle, I'm hearing they want to drown you in pleasure until it drains you both completely...đŞŤđĽľ They want to be so naughty with you, like filling out EVERY one of your kinks. They want to force you down if it's what works, laying you down and going hard on youđŚđĽľđĽľ They have big fantasies about you and wanna achieve all of yours too. Like I'm not kidding I feel like they literally have a to do list of everything they want to please you with WTFđ¤ŻđŤŁ You bring out a different side of them for real. They would dominate you if it brings you pleasure. They want to record a lot of videos of you two, especially the times they can please you the most. They want to give you pain if it pleases you, but they will also match your intensity and be gentle if they need to.đĽşâ¤ď¸ They want to lay you down and let it out aggressively or just simply cuddle with you, whatever they can do to fullfill your fantasies. They want to make it rain and that's all I'll say.đł (they could also wish to spend a lot of money on you). They want to give you lots of aftercare and heal you emotionally or physically any way they can. I'm seeing a lot of duality with this person, they could really please you in different ways. They want to comfort you and make you feel safe, but also please you like really hardđ My pile 3's your person is so naughty for youđđ They want grinding and restraining, that's something they think would give you pleasure too. Their dark side really comes out for you guys wtf, I think you heal eachother's issues in some wayđ˘đŠš I can see them wanting to post all about you on their social media, not the bad stuff but just cute photos of you. They save the bad ones for themselves𼾠Wow this pile got crazy also your person wants to suck on your skin (đł) or piercing sensations if that pleases you. Also they want to give you the best one you've ever experiencedđđ I'M ENDING IT THERE
đMessages from your person: I've been so busy, I love us, I know you like me, You're the one that I want, When you look at me like that, Your eyes are beautiful, You have so much worth, Why can't you see? (OMG I'm flipping out that is so sweetđđâď¸) Extra cards: Down, Found, Siblings, Cherish, Maze, Juno, Pisces, Chiron, Mercury, 7th house (Your person loves the way you communicate btw they really see you as a straight up soulmateđâ¤ď¸)
Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸âđĽ
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the red heart emoji~â¤ď¸ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next readingâ¨ď¸đ¤â¤ď¸
Pile 4đ
Sign energy: Right, Museum, Surrender, Reserved, Less, 11th house, Leo, Taurus, Earth, Jupiter,đď¸đââď¸đâď¸
đ¤Your person's energy: Wow okay so this person is pretty straight forward I'm getting, they may communicate with others online a lot.đąđŹ They have a unique look about them.â¨ď¸ Something is coming through, they had a bit of an ego death in the past so they became less self-assured or confident in themselves. They are good at making a community for themselves. Prominent sign energies are Aquarius, Leo, Taurus, Sagittarius or Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo) oh and Pisces too. Museums may be significant, also this person may work at in art gallery for someone in pile 4 haha.âĽď¸ I think this person spends too much time online or involved in charity work, they don't speak up their own opinions much I'm hearing.đđŤ They may change their hair often or they got a hairstyle in the past that significantly changed their whole vibe lol. They have online friends that may not be out for their best interest, I feel like they're kinda on display for everyone to see and pick apart.đĽşđĄ Maybe your person has some opinions that the people around them don't agree with, that could be why they learned to keep it to themselves and go along with everyone.đđ Their self-expression has been somewhat locked away because don't want to be criticized by others.đ I think your person is an out of the box thinker, so they have some unconventional ideas.đĄâ¤ď¸ I don't think they're very self confident, or they have lost that over time. They are in a sort of repressed energy, like they have no freedom for themselves. I'm hearing "stopped being honest" omg maybe they gave up on sharing their opinions𤯠Some of you are at a long distance from this person, maybe you reach from online. Pile 4 your person needs saving omg they are around a lot of toxic peopleđĽâŁď¸
đšHow they wanna please you: Competition, Equality, Work place, Let go, Song, Water, 11th house, 9th house, 3rd house, Capricorn, đđŞđ§ââď¸đ¸ Ahh okayđđ Now I'm definitely getting a vibe that for some in this pile, this is a friend or they want to be friends with you. They want to get up to your level in order to please you, maybe they feel unworthy or unequal to you in some wayđ˘đ I can see them wanting to make a playlist for you to please youđ¤đź They want to achieve success for you, aww like they want to be admirable to you. I'm getting this person could be younger than you a bit, or they just feel like you're superior to them in some way.đđ I am getting similar vibes to pile 2 in terms of their sweet yet competitive approach towards you guys, this person is really emotional over winning you over. Maybe you have many friends and they feel insignificant to you.đ° They really want to rid of the toxic people around them in order to please you, like no gossip or anything.âď¸âď¸ They may want a healthy circle of friends to be associated with, because they feel like the people around them are ruining their image to you.𼺠Now they want to put in the extra work for you. Probably learn from word of mouth exactly what pleases you, asking your friends or coworkers what you like/dislike. They want to please you spontaneously, like a big surprise. This could be getting you alone and surprising you with a kiss!𼰠They want to please you in that way, also if they could go hard on your đ if you know what I meanđâ¤ď¸âđĽ They would want to use their hands to please you, and grabbing you there. Restraining you or getting you on your knees if you feel good from it.𼾠They may also want to send you photos of them, maybe of their đ??đ Lol they would try anything weird or crazy if you asked them to, because they want to please you and see what works. Aww they want to make you smile and take photos of you like that.đ They also want to travel with you, maybe taking you to higher places.đťâ¤ď¸ They would wanna give you kisses and your thighs/handsđ I'm seeing they're on their knees for you omg. I could see them writing you a song and sending it to you out of nowhere like "hey I wrote u a song :)" Lol so cute, I can also see them wanting to so all the fun things you need a best friend for.đĽşđ Like they are down to be like a friend to you if you need that, and if you need a good partner? They can do that to.đâ¤ď¸âđĽ I can see them wanting to grab your thigh and push your legs apart too...đłđĽľ
đMessages from your person: Your laugh is contagious, You have no idea, Anything for you, Can't you see? Believe me, It's me or them, We are one, You're not interested in anyone right? (Ohh they are competitive over youđ¤â¤ď¸) Extra cards: Siblings, Intuition, Prove, Over, Bad habit, Jupiter, Saturn, Pisces, 7th house, 2nd house (They also want to provide for you like buying you nice things and committing to this relationshipđĽşđ)
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Omg hi. I just found you and cheered. I have a order.
Lando Norris, Thick Crust, Red Sauce,
Cherry Tomatoes, Root beer, Mango Smoothie,
Aftercare
If you could maybe make it a dizzy, inconcent reader where people flirt with her and she dosnt now and flirts back and Lando thinks the only way for people to leave her alone would be if she pregnant with his child. And he definitely has feelings for her. đ¤
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Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex cherry tomatoes "I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies" root beer daddy kink mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Lando Norris
Lando x Ditzy! reader
AN: Okay! So I am so sad that I had to close my requests early but in a week I got over 100 requests which is fucking amazing and I am so happy for them but I want to make sure requests are coming out in a timely manner so I will be completely all requests within the next few weeks and once the Pizzeria is back open it will be a rebrand... So if you have any prompt ideas, kinks, or overall things you want to see get added to the menu just send me a message and I'll see what I can do!
TW breeding kink, baby trapping, pregnancy, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, jealous Lando
WC 1200+
Y/N POV
"Danny! You can't just say things like that," I laugh loudly with the Australian in front of me. I can feel my cheeks growing red from the sexual joke Daniel just cracked.
I can feel a hand on my lower back making me look over my shoulder to find Lando making my smile grow more before I lean up and place a kiss on his cheek.
"What are you two up to?" Lando questions with a slight edge in his voice.
"Was just telling, Y/N about my summer break," Daniel says with a smile. I watch as Lando's face grows in a smile before he's ushering us towards the bar.
"Don't wander to far," Lando tells me making me look up and smile.
"Okay, babe!" I say when I place a kiss on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" I ask Lando softly making him nod his head before flagging the bartender down and ordering both of us drinks.
As time passed I found myself talking with Charles and Ollie.
"Charles! You'll have to invite me over sometime!" I tell Charles as he finishes telling me how he finally got Leo to stop peeing in the kitchen.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I'm just gonna steal her away. We have early morning plans so I gotta get this one off to bed," Lando says randomly interrupting making me raise a brow before trying to speak.
"Say bye," Lando tells me before I can even say anything.
I just turn back towards the two men waving a good bye before following Lando out of the club.
"I literally told you not to wander off," Lando snapped when we finally hopped into our Uber.
"Lando, I could see you the whole time," I reply back softly not understanding why he was so mad.
"Could you? Cause there was a solid 5 minutes where I was wandering around to find you," Lando tells me roughly making me huff and turn my back on him to look out the window.
Lando and I sat in silence for the rest of the car ride when we finally pulled up to his apartment building instantly making me get out and march to the front doors not waiting for Lando.
When we get into his apartment I lock myself in his bathroom still not wanting to talk to him, but eventually I had to face him and when I walked out of the bathroom I was changed into a silky sleep dress while Lando was sitting in bed in his boxers.
"I don't wanna see you entertaining men anymore. You're mine," Lando says not even looking up from his phone.
"Last time I checked, you were the one who was adamant we were nothing more than sex and money," I reply back while climbing into the bed next to Lando.
"Do you see the way you walked into my home like it was yours? How you climb into MY bed like it was yours? The way you have half my closet full of your stuff? That's all because you're mine, whether it has been a discussion or not, you have come into my life and fucked up any prior deal, so fucking sue me if I set a boundary with you," Lando finally snaps back making me look around his room realizing that over the year of us hooking up for money I had basically moved in. I had made his home our home and I didn't even realize.
"Lando, I think we should have this discussion when we are both fully sober," I tell him softly. I knew what I wanted sober or drunk I wanted Lando to be mine but was this just some drunk game Lando was playing.
"No, I'm barely fucking tipsy., I didn't even realize you didn't realize you were mine. I thought it was unspoken," Lando tells me softly before turning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"Do you know how many men want to fuck you?" Lando questioned with a raised brow making me laugh slightly.
"Lando, you're the only man who wants to fuck me," I reply back with a roll of the eye.
"You're mine," Lando said moving topics again and pulling me in for a heated make-out session.
I quickly climb into Lando's lap and grind my bare pussy against his briefs making his groan slightly.
"I'm gonna put a baby in you," Lando tells me softly making me sit up and stare at him in complete shock.
"The fuck are you on about now?" I ask Lando before he pulls me back into for a kiss where he flips us over so I am now under Lando letting him grind into me backing me whimper.
"You're mine and when you walk around that fucking paddock in 6 months everyone will fucking know you're mine," Lando said while trailing kisses down my neck making it clear he was marking his territory.
"You're insane," I whisper back but it quickly turns into a moan because Lando is leaning down and taking a soft lick out of my clit.
"Daddy," I moan when Lando starts sucking on my clit while lightly teasing my soaked hole with his fingers.
"Oh fuck," I scream out when Lando slips 2 fingers in and finds my G-spot.
"I want you to cum on my fingers," Lando says while speeding his actions making me feel the band in m stomach start to grow tight letting me know I was close to cumming for Lando.
"Daddy," I scream out when the band finally snaps and I'm cumming all over Lando's fingers. Lando helped ride my orgasm out before he's pulling his briefs down and roughly shoving his cock deep into my pussy.
"Oh! Daddy," I gasp still not fully recovered from my previous orgasm and can already feel a second one building up.
"Fucking hell, so damn needy already gonna cum for me," Lando said with a smirk while bringing his hand down to my clit and giving it a rough rub bringing me closer to the edge.
"Daddy," I whine when I feel myself reach the point of no return, cumming all over Lando's cock with a shout. I was shaking and so long in my own pleasure, I don't feel Lando's hips shutter as he fills my pussy full of his cum.
"I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans with a smirk while slowly pulling out of me.
"Lando, I probably didn't get pregnant from one time," I tell him softly with a laugh falling from my lips.
"I'll fuck you until you do," Lando says with a shrug. That night we fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.
6 weeks later
"Fucking hell," I gasp while staring down at the positive pregnancy test.
"I told you, you were gonna have my babies," Lando said with a proud smirk.
"Lando, what the fuck are we gonna do?" I ask starting to panic.
"Hey, calm down! It's all gonna work itself out," Lando tells me softly while pulling me into his chest.
"I can't wait to see everyone's face when you show up to the paddock supporting a bump caused by me baby," Lando tells me making me laugh lightly.
I knew we would figure everything out. It wasn't how I pictured myself getting pregnant but boy am I happy it's how it happened.
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â¤ď¸ â nanami kento likes it in yellow !
content warnings: established relationship, switch reader + power bottom/switch nanami, pegging, strap-on has an in-built vibrator that goes both ways (giver and reciever both experience it!), brat-taming nanami!!!!!, praise and degradation, spanking (f. receiving), prostate stimulation, (male) squirting, kento looses his cool and starts cussing + lowkey mindbreak, slightly desperate nanami, sex fuelled by jealousy if you squint
event masterlist â¤ď¸ general masterlist
"kento, what do you think of pegging?"
nanamiâs head snaps up so fast you almost feel bad for catching him off-guard. he adjusts himself, clearly working out a response in that quick, calculating way of his, debating whether to give you the answer he thinks you want â or the one that reflects how he really feels.
he clears his throat, trying to keep his tone steady. âpegging?â he repeats, eyebrow arching. âi⌠understand why some people enjoy it.â thereâs a careful pause. âitâs just⌠not something iâve ever considered personally.â his voice is gentle, like heâs making sure not to brush off your interest entirely, even if the suggestion doesnât sit easily with him.
you give him a look, one thatâs both expectant and just a little teasing, and he shifts in his seat. if you asked him to tie you up, heâd do it. exhibitionism? maybe, under the right conditions. even that cosplay idea youâd once floated past him â he could entertain it. but this? he feels a bit out of his depth.
âlook,â he says after a moment, his hand reaching out to rest on yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âitâs a⌠newer concept for me,â he admits, choosing his words with care. âif it means that much to you, iâd be open to discussing it, butâŚâ he pauses, catching the glint of excitement in your eyes. âdonât think that would mean an automatic yes.â
âso, thatâs not a hard no?â you tease, leaning a bit closer, watching his cheeks warm slightly.
nanami lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze shifting to the floor. âitâs more of a âprobably not,ââ he concedes, his lips curling up at the corners. âbut i respect the curiosity.â
he clears his throat, forcing a casualness into his voice that betrays his sudden interest. âyou⌠just found it, then?â he asks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge your reaction, hoping for a bit more clarity.
âyep!â you chirp, still scrolling on your phone like you hadnât just dropped a conversational bomb on him. âjust one of those late-night impulse buys, ya know?â you shrug, not even looking up, your tone light and breezy. âitâs kind of a shame, though. donât know if itâll ever see the light of day.â
his jaw clenches, the idea sitting heavily. âso⌠has it?â he asks, attempting to keep his tone neutral, even as his fingers tap slowly on his knee. âthe light of day, i mean.â
you glance up with a sly smile, clearly enjoying his discomfort. âwhy, ken, are you asking if thereâs been someone else to, uhâŚâ you trail off, giggling. âlet me put it to use?â
âjust⌠curious,â he mutters, his cheeks tinged with pink. he shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with how intrigued he is but also with how bothered the idea of âsomeone elseâ makes him. the thought stings more than he expected.
you lean closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. âwell, maybe there was someone once. maybe not,â you say, watching his reaction with a smirk. âbut if youâre feeling adventurous, ken⌠well, it wouldnât hurt to add this to the list of âfirsts,â right?â
he swallows, his mouth a bit dry, feeling the weight of his pride nudging at him. he wants to be your first in every way possible â wants that special connection, discomfort be damned. and real men, after all, arenât afraid to be a little adventurous.
âmaybeâŚâ he says slowly, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips, âfor you, we could give it some thought.â
âletâs give it a try now, ken,â you say, eyes glinting with excitement as you grab his hand, already tugging him in the direction of your shared room. he raises an eyebrow, that barely-there smile on his lips as he follows you, amused by your clear overenthusiasm.
he chuckles, watching the way youâre practically bouncing with excitement, while heâs still somewhere between curiosity and mild reluctance. his amusement only grows when you turn back to pout at him, a feigned look of disappointment on your face.
âyou donât look nearly as excited as you should be, ken,â you sigh, crossing your arms as you reach the bedroom. âwhereâs the sense of adventure?â
he laughs, softly shaking his head as he closes the door behind him. âif anything, iâm impressed at how quickly you took my âmaybeâ and ran with it,â he teases, giving your shoulder a light squeeze as he leans down to meet your eyes, voice low and steady. âyou donât make anything easy, do you?â
ânot when itâs something i want,â you admit with a grin, stepping closer to him, your fingers lightly tracing up his arm. âand i want this with you.â you see a faint hint of warmth in his eyes, a small concession to the moment, as he nods, his hand finding its place on your waist.
âall right,â he says with a resigned sigh that doesnât quite hide his amusement. âlead the way, then.â
nanamiâs eyes widen just slightly as you pull out the strap-on, and his gaze lingers on the unexpected details â a vibrant, unapologetic yellow thatâs both quirky and bold, with a smooth design. his eyes fall to the two-way vibrator attachment, a sleek, narrow shaft positioned to press into both you and him, promising shared intensity with every movement.
the moment hangs thick in the air as he stares at the toy in your hands, his throat suddenly dry. you study him, an amused glint in your eyes as you tilt your head. âken⌠are you sure?â you ask, voice gentle, though you canât help the mischievous grin tugging at your lips.
he clears his throat, forcing himself to look away from the contraption and meet your gaze, trying to push past the nerves prickling up his spine. âi⌠suppose i didnât know what to expect,â he admits, glancing at the yellow strap with a mix of apprehension and intrigue.
you laugh softly, running your hand over the strap. âitâs a bit unconventional, yeah, but itâll work the same. maybe even better,â you add with a smile, watching him carefully.
nanami takes a slow, steadying breath before that familiar, grounding calm settles over him. he steps forward, his hands slipping to your waist as he brings you close, his touch firm yet reassuring, his lips brushing your forehead. "youâre going to do so well, sweetheart," he murmurs, a soft, warm smile breaking through as he starts guiding your shirt up and over your shoulders. "taking care of me, huh? guess i never realized iâd be this lucky."
he places a tender kiss at the edge of your jaw, his hands trailing down to unfasten the buckle of your jeans, his fingers slow and sure. "just relax, love," he continues, his voice deep and soothing. âlet me take my time with you first. i want you feeling just as comfortable with this as i am,â he adds, his gaze soft as he holds your chin to look you in the eye.
the weight of his gaze makes you catch your breath as he gently lowers you onto the bed, his fingers trailing along your arms as he slips off your jeans, his own soon following suit. âyou have no idea what it does to me,â he says softly, running his hands over your thighs, âto have you be the one in charge this time.â
he leans close, his breath warm on your skin as he lifts the strap-on, adjusting it so it sits just right. "just take it slow at first," he murmurs, his hand guiding yours over his chest as his lips graze your ear. "and donât worry â iâll let you know if youâre doing it right."
you try to find a steady pace as you begin to rock into him, the sensation of the vibrator making contact with you feeling incredible, overwhelming even. each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you canât help but let out soft, breathy whimpers.
âgod, you feel so good,â you murmur, trying to steady your movements, but the intensity of the vibrator keeps sending shivers through you. nanamiâs eyes widen with delight, and he smiles up at you, his voice thick with a mix of pleasure and teasing. âlook at you, all worked up already. who knew you could be so eager?â
âken,â you whine, your voice a mix of embarrassment and desire. âyouâre not making this easy!â
âoh, sweetheart,â he coos, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he thrusts up to meet you, âyouâre the one in me right now. I just canât help but admire how well youâre taking charge.â his breath hitches as you hit a sensitive spot, the strap-onâs vibrator pulsing just right. âthatâs it â keep going. youâre doing so well.â
you swallow hard, feeling heat wash over you at his praise, the way heâs both degrading and encouraging you at the same time. âyou like this, donât you?â he continues, his voice a sultry whisper. âyou love being in control of me. how cute.â
âshut up,â you retort playfully, your hips picking up the pace instinctively as you grind down on him. âyouâre just saying that to mess with me.â
âno, no, i mean it,â he chuckles, eyes glimmering with mischief. âyouâre the one whoâs cute, all flustered and determined. just look at how desperate you are to make me feel good.â he rocks his hips again, a low groan escaping his lips as the vibrator presses against his sweet spot, making him arch into you.
âkentoâŚâ you breathe, a soft flush creeping over your cheeks as the pleasure builds between you. âwant you to feel good too.â
âyouâre making me feel amazing, donât worry,â he assures, his voice thick with desire. âjust keep that rhythm going.â
he shifts his hips again, pushing back against you, and you can feel the connection deepening with every thrust. âyes, just like that,â he praises, his breath quickening. âyouâre doing so well for me, love. i could get used to this.â
âm-maybe i should keep you like this all the time,â you tease, biting your lip as you quicken your pace, driven by both pleasure and the thrill of seeing him come undone beneath you.
âyou think you can handle me like this?â he smirks, his teasing tone still laced with genuine admiration. âyouâve got the hang of it now, but remember, iâm still the one who gets to call the shots eventually.â
âweâll see about that,â you challenge, a playful glint in your eyes as you lean down, planting your hands on either side of his head for support. âi might just surprise you.â
âi think youâre already surprising me,â he pants, eyes flickering with arousal as he pulls you in for a heated kiss.
nanami's composure is fraying at the edges, his usual calm demeanor unraveling as you continue to plow into him. each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, and he canât help but release the most obscene noises, a mix of low groans and breathless whimpers that fill the room.
âlook at you, taking control like this,â he praises, but thereâs an undeniable edge of condescension in his tone. âitâs almost adorable how desperate you are to please me.â he tries to maintain that authoritative stance, but each thrust has him cursing under his breath. âbut youâre really just a little brat, arenât you? fucking me like you own me.â
âmaybe i do own you,â you reply, breathless as you push deeper, the vibrator sending jolts of pleasure through both of you.
âhoney, thatâs rich coming from you,â he chuckles, but the amusement fades into a groan as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, making his back arch off the bed. âfuck, do that again you little tease â just when i think i can keep it together, you go and â shit!â
you can see him struggling to hold on, his brows knitting together in frustration as he fights against the rising tide of pleasure. âyou really think you have the upper hand, donât you? but look at you â just a mess, all flustered and needy.â his words drip with a mix of praise and degradation, and you feel a rush of heat at his admission.
âken, just admit you love this,â you coax, leaning down to kiss his neck, relishing in the way he shivers beneath you.
âi donât â nnghâ i mean, itâs not like i'm going to stop you,â he gasps, his voice breaking as you push deeper, the vibrator sending shockwaves through him. âyouâre â god, youâre relentless. do you even know what youâre doing to me?â
âi think i have a pretty good idea,â you tease, your hips picking up the pace as you feel his body respond to each thrust, the way he writhes beneath you only fueling your confidence.
âthis is â this isnât fair,â he stutters, trying to keep his cool, but the way his voice cracks betrays him. âyouâre making me lose my mind, you know that? just â nnngh! just listen to those noises ââ
âisnât it cute?â you reply playfully, leaning down to whisper in his ear. âyou sound so good, ken. just let it all out.â
âi â i canât help it,â he admits, his breath coming in ragged gasps. âbut donât think i wonât get you back for this â ah, shit!â his words dissolve into a moan, the intensity of the vibrator and your thrusts overwhelming him completely.
âyou say that now, but look at you,â you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips as you watch him unravel. âyouâre loving every second, and deep down, you know it.â
âyouâre such a little tease,â he growls, struggling to maintain any semblance of control, but itâs slipping away with each thrust, each sound escaping him. âi canât believe iâm letting you do this to me.â
âjust accept it, kento,â you whisper, the heat of the moment enveloping you both. âyouâre mine tonight.â
âfine, fine! just â keep going, donât stop,â he pleads, his voice thick with desire and desperation.
before you can throw another tease his way, you feel the sudden, sharp sting of nanamiâs palm landing on your ass, sending a rush of heat through your body. âk-kento!â you squeal, your rhythm stuttering, your breath catching in surprise. the smack! rings out, and the unexpected move leaves you blushing furiously, cheeks hot as you try to recover.
âwhatâs the matter, love?â nanami taunts, a wicked smirk on his lips, his composure faltering but still intent on having the last word. âgetting a little distracted already?â he chuckles, his voice thick and smug as he watches you try to shake off the flustered look on your face. âthought you were set on proving yourself.â
biting your lip, you narrow your eyes, not about to let him think heâs got the upper hand. âyouâre gonna regret that,â you murmur, gathering your composure as you pick up the pace once more, each thrust more intense, more insistent than the last.
âoh â f-fuck,â nanami gasps, his smirk slipping into a desperate groan, his head falling back onto the pillow as he struggles to keep his voice steady. âyouâre going to make me â shit â damn it, sweetheart, keep going, just like that ââ
you canât help but grin at his reaction, your confidence returning as you lean in closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips before murmuring, âlooks like youâre the one getting distracted now, ken.â
âd-donât get cocky,â he manages to say, but the tremor in his voice gives him away, especially when another thrust sends him reeling, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. âif you keep this up â shit â youâre gonna pay for it,â he mutters, voice breaking as he cusses under his breath, unable to hold back the obscene noises spilling from his lips.
âoh god, you feel so good, ken,â you whisper, watching his reactions, letting them drive you on.
âthen donât you dare slow down again,â he growls, his tone carrying an edge even as his own words dissolve into another groan, his muscles tensing beneath you. âkeep â ah! â keep going, just like that⌠donât stop ââ
you can feel his body responding, trembling slightly, and you canât resist leaning down to kiss him deeply, swallowing his soft groans. each thrust pushes you both closer, the sensations and his praise spurring you on until every nerve feels alive.
âgood girl, just like that,â he gasps between breaths, his hands slipping to your waist to hold you close.
the intense vibrations pulse through you both, winding tighter with each second, leaving you breathless, clinging onto the last shreds of composure. with every desperate thrust, nanamiâs low, guttural groans mix with your soft whimpers, neither of you able to keep up any semblance of control.
ânnghâ kento,â you whine, every nerve in your body buzzing, each movement sending jolts of pleasure to your core, urging you to keep going, to sink even deeper into him. the pressure is so intense, his body trembling as he bites back a moan, each sensation pulling him closer to the edge.
âplease,â he groans, voice thick with need, his fingers digging into your hips as he moves against you, meeting every thrust with his own, his face twisting in bliss. and finally, with one more rough thrust, nanamiâs composure shatters completely, his hips arching off the bed as his climax hits, a spurt of warm release painting your cheeks as he gasps out your name.
âoh my god,â you whisper, surprised, wiping at your cheek, though you canât help but smile at the way he lies back, panting, chest heaving, and the utterly spent look on his face.
âdid you⌠did you just squirt?â you manage to ask, breathless, the vibrating hum finally switching off as you catch your breath and look down at him, a sly smile tugging at your lips. nanamiâs face flushes, a rare sight, his chest still heaving as he looks away for a second, only to meet your gaze with a faint smirk.
âdonât get too smug about it,â he mutters, scoffing softly but unable to hide the lingering amusement in his eyes. âit was⌠an experience.â
âoh, definitely something,â you chuckle, nudging him playfully. he reaches up, brushing a thumb gently over the remnants of his release on your cheek, his touch unexpectedly tender. âyou know, i may have stretched the truth a little back there,â you admit, biting your lip, feeling a warmth creep up as you confess. âabout⌠using this before,â you add, eyes darting away for a second. âi just, well, wanted you to be my first in, you know⌠everything.â
he arches a brow, letting out a low, amused hum as he takes in your words, his gaze softening. âso you set me up?â he teases, voice laced with playful disbelief as he pulls you close, one arm snaking around your waist.
âmaybe just a little,â you laugh, resting against him as he wraps you up in his arms, both of you still catching your breath.
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Marisha has now twice (on 4SD and in the Fireside on Monday) said that she thinks perhaps that perhaps the relationship between Imogen and Laudna might not end happily, or that they might be better as friends, and honestly I really respect her for being willing to entertain that, whether or not it comes to fruition.
The discussion of Delilah as akin in some ways to an addiction that was under control until it wasn't feels very real and applicable here, and that's something that causes people, even people who love each other dearly, to break up in real life. The same goes for other interpretations of Delilah or Laudna; low-self worth is also something that can be a relationship ender, even if one's partner doesn't agree, just because it's hard to be a supportive partner if you don't like yourself. The frequent comparisons to past Laura Bailey Character partners shed some light as well, because those relationships occurred only after the darker forces involved were less of an immediate threat and the characters involved - on both sides - had developed a stronger sense of their own worthiness of love before entering into a relationship. Indeed, they all hesitated beyond that point and acted after others had provided some encouragement. I don't think every relationship must follow the same pattern, obviously, but I think moving too quickly when one isn't ready can also, itself, be a reason for a relationship to ultimately not work out.
I think Marisha has often been willing to dive into some of the more complicated aspects of interpersonal dynamics in game, including her stated enjoyment of conflict, and that's always been one of her strengths. I've had a lot of well-documented frustrations with Laudna in the past, so it's great to see that strength come to the forefront again at the same time as the Delilah plot is finally coming through. Together, those have addressed the majority of my criticisms, and I'm really excited to see her take those big swings.
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I really enjoy your work with the Vees and Sound manipulation Reader, Iâm curious about how Alastor would react to the fact the Vees having a âpetâ with that power?
Alastors reaction to the Vs pet
Warnings: alastor, violence, terrible foreshadowing, poor reader is uncomfortable
Alastor had actually met you before you became the Vs pet, just before his 7 year disappearance
You were a fresh soul in hell and just figuring out how to survive and use your ability to your advantage
It was quite similar to how you met vox, you were unaware of how powerful alastor was and you tried to surprise attack him with your ability so you could rob him
You used your sound manipulation to create a loud noise in his ears to try and shock him but a shadowed hand grabbed you before you could do anything more
âAfraid that wonât work on me, my dearâ he said with an irritated grin as he turned to you ânow, why donât you tell me your name and what you think your doingâ
His shadows had tightened around you as you hurriedly explained your situation and begged for mercy
There was something so familiar about you to alastor, your eyes almost looked identical to someone he once knew
He examined you carefully and took in your appearance as you begged and couldnât shake the feeling of familiarity that seemed to come from looking at your eyes
âWell my dear, considering your also a fellow lover of music Iâll forgive you for your ignoranceâ alastor had said with a grin as his shadow let go of you and you fell to the ground âcome along darling, I wish to discuss many things with youâ
He bought you dinner and watched as you ate it with gusto, realising how hungry you must have been
He had you explain your ability to him in great detail with the promise of more food if you did so
He noted that it was unusually generous of him, but he just couldnât shake his curiosity
After you explained everything to him, he simply nodded and with a click of his fingers he gave you more appropriate clothes to keep you warm
He gave you the simple advice of learning who to charm and who to steal from, promising you that he believed you had the ability to charm the entire pentagram of you used your abilities correctly
After that he disappeared and a few years later you worked for vox
Upon alastors return, you crossed his mind a few times a week as he wondered what happened to you
It wasnât until he saw you on angel dusts cellphone and questioned him about it
He said that what alastor saw was a post on velvetteâs social media, and the post featured a picture of you dressed in lavish clothes that matched velvettes
Velvette had her hand resting on your shoulder as she commanded you to pose, and alastor couldnât help the look of disgust that crossed his face
In truth, after hearing of Charlieâs hotel he had hoped to find you and enlist your help for his own entertainment
But to see you with the Vs, who exploited your ability in all the wrong ways, he felt nothing but more disgust and resentment towards them
When he said you should charm people so you could survive, he meant people who were worth more than those tacky Vs
And the worst part of it was that he still felt some type of familiarity from you, and his intrigue wouldnât let him just let him let it go
So donât worry darling, alastor will find a way to speak to you somehow
He has to, he needs to figure out what connection you have to him to make you so intriguing
And to find out why only you and him shared music based abilities
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it is not really a shock that this fandom has a bit of a misogyny problem, but i think a specific one is how the boys are often somewhat babied and given all sorts of pity for every single tiny thing they go through, while the girls with similar issues are often ignored entirely. there are many examples of this, but right now, i am going to talk at length about the Tenmas and the Shinonomes in particular, as them being pairs of siblings allows very direct comparison.
firstly, the one that irks me most: Tsukasa Tenma, and how a ridiculous number of his fans will make absolutely everything about him. including Saki's disability. i do think it's right to acknowledge the impact on him as well- but it gets overdramatic really quickly. i'm sorry to be harsh, but Saki did not spend her childhood in and out of hospitals, believing that she was dying, just for half the fandom to completely brush over her trauma and be like "oh... poor, lonely Tsukasa..."
i rather hate this, because not only does it feel quite ableist to skim over the one directly suffering from the condition in order to massively favour someone who happens to feel a bit of the knock-on effect, but it's also used to unreasonably villainise the Tenma parents. people will go on about how "neglected" Tsukasa was... very well, how exactly would you have handled the situation? they did their absolute best. it was a highly unfortunate situation for everyone involved, and it's unfair to deem Mrs and Mr Tenma as "bad parents" simply because they prioritised their dangerously ill daughter over their confident son who always assured them that he'd be alright. yes, they could have made better choices for Tsukasa, such as hiring a babysitter... but i think people tend to forget that Saki's illness flared up very suddenly and randomly. as the good parents the Tenmas are, they very likely couldn't think properly due to their panic for their daughter. it was instinct to drop everything and get her immediate help. and Tsukasa himself understands this, so it's an absolute wonder that the fandom doesn't. he was not ignored. he was phoned, updated on the situation, reassured that his sister was recovering... and praised by his parents for being such a wonderful brother.
also, with the situation of Saki's hospitalisation, i do feel like Tsukasa's own personality is sometimes not taken into account, ironic since it's him that everyone's interested in. because i would, in fact, be more critical of the Tenma parents, had Tsukasa been a more fragile child. if he had been the type who was easily scared, who could not handle being by himself, who would, in fact, have been traumatised from being left alone- i would say that the Tenma parents would have deserved the treatment they get from the fandom. but... that's not Tsukasa. it has been shown that Tsukasa was always a very bright, self-assured boy, positively brimming with confidence. even when little, he was creative and strong- and his parents knew this. they could have some peace of mind during a stressful time, knowing that their son could entertain himself with ease, such as how he was practising some acting just before his mother rang him. all of this is shown within the Dazzling Stage event which is, funnily enough, the very same event that the lovers of Tsukasa angst latch onto.
of course Tsukasa was heavily concerned about Saki. he is an incredibly caring person, why wouldn't he be? and yes, of course he missed her while she was in the hospital. no one is trying to deny that, nor minimise his suffering. the fandom does that to Saki. while acknowledging that Tsukasa was affected is good, in fact, it is very interesting to see the impact of disabilities beyond those directly affected... it's the fact that it is majorly Tsukasa's issues that are focused on that confuses me. it's disproportionate. i do wish we saw just as much sympathy and discussion about Saki herself, in addition to her brother. the psychological impact that her illness and consequential exclusion had on her, as well as the obvious physical aspect. because that is just as interesting, if not potentially more so, and i will be making a future post about it.
moving on from the Tenmas, i'd now like to talk about the Shinonome siblings, in a little less detail, considering i personally have not witnessed the unfairness of their treatment as much as that between the Tenmas. though, make no mistake, it still exists.
now, Ena is a character who i feel has a certain percentage of those who dislike her. and what are the general traits that people point out when asked why they aren't a fan? from what i've seen, it is her anger management issues, past violence, and a general "tsundere" type of personality that earns her this criticism. i'm not saying she does not have any of this. she absolutely does. she is flawed, as good, complex characters should be. though, everything she is despised for... who else regularly displays the exact same traits?
none other than her own brother, Akito. yet the dislike for him, while it is obviously around, does not seem quite as common as hers. a very short and hot temper? check. shows of violence? check. a sometimes harsh way of speaking? check. can sound aggressive and off-putting on occassion? check. Akito and Ena are incredibly similar when it comes to their more negative traits. i suppose it's not a surprise, considering that they were both brought up in the same, questionable environment. though, why does Ena seem to be hated so much more?
most will bring up the very infamous mention of how Ena and Akito's fights would get physical when they were younger. and how this makes Ena an "abuser" because supposedly, as she is the elder one, there was an imbalance in power... but was there really? it is incredibly controversial to say, but i do believe that the violence between them, particularly that which was committed by Ena, is quite exaggerated by fans. and here is where i think that Akito tends to be babied.
Ena was not significantly stronger than Akito. perhaps not ever physically stronger than him at all except when they were literal babies. there is only one year of difference between their ages. in the current day, it is no debate that Akito is one of the strongest characters, regularly going on runs, being able to sprint with Tsukasa on his back, while Ena is quite on the opposite end of the spectrum, preferring the indoors and such. what i am saying is that it is absurd how the fandom makes it seem like Akito was some utterly defenceless little toddler that was getting beaten up by his Big Bad Sister. realistically, he was fully capable of fighting back- and he does. it's hardly as if we see him cower before her. he has absolutely no issue retorting to her in a snarky manner. when people bring up the whole drama of Ena scratching him, they conveniently forget what he says directly afterwards- that he could dodge her attacks. not to mention, sibling fights getting physical and a little violent is incredibly common, take it from me- i am an oldest sister myself. if you call Ena an abuser, you are saying that you want half the older siblings in this world behind bars.
oh, and people will talk until they're blue in the face about how the "nasty" and "crazy" Ena scratched up her brother when they were younger- are we forgetting that Akito punched Toya in the literal main story? that left a massive bruise on his cheek. that isn't talked about nearly as much as some common sibling scrap.
if you can let similar behaviour slide from Akito... how come it is unacceptable from his older sister? who is, arguably, from what has been shown in the story so far... under the greater amount of stress from the tension within their family. it was her that was explicitly discouraged by their father. we haven't seen such conflict between Shinei and his son, have we? that's not to say that Akito's current personality isn't also explained, having grown up in that environment, but why is it that Ena receives so much less sympathy than him when she, understandably, lashes out?
Saki and Ena have both had it rough. in their own, very different, ways. yet, a staggering amount of pity is given, not to them, but to their respective brothers.
and i must, sadly, wonder... if the mere genders of these four characters happened to be swapped and all else remained as it is...
... would the perception of any of them be quite the same?
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Guilty Pleasures
Based on this request.
Pairing: Azriel x Vanserra!Reader (fem)
Summary: Readers secret relationship with the Shadow Singer canât be suppressed when Azriel finds himself in Readers room after a meeting with her brother, Eris.
Warnings: smut | pwp | minors dni | p in v | rough sex | mating press | controlled orgasm | creampie | praise/degradation | name calling | pure filth
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The Forest House is crawling with night dwellers. That's what Eris had told me when he woke me up this morning, throwing a gown at me and telling me to get dressed before attending the meeting between Night and Autumn. Since my brother was the new high lord I could do little to argue with him, if he wanted me to participate I would be forced to do so. I was the farthest from the throne, and even less, a girl.
Though Eris seemed to look past the imbalance of power between us, even if it was blatantly obvious I had no choice but to do exactly as said.
I may not have not been the strongest fire wielder in my family, hel, Lucien practically started glowing whenever he conjured fire, but then again he's always been a little different from the rest of us. Without flame, I was dealt with the same cunning tongue as my father. It was a wicked trait to inherit, but also my best weapon. I could do more damage with my words than a sword because let's face it, internal wounds never really heal, and my father made sure he taught me that.
So I put on the deep green dress and tied the corset around my waist and bust tightly, keeping my retorts to myself about the style of the dress, wishing it wasn't so flashy. But this was a meeting with the Lord of Night he was flashy if anything, and so was the rest of his court. So I understand what Eris had been planning.
When I stepped into that meeting room I made sure I was making an entrance. Whatever discussions that had been ongoing before I walked in ceased. As his courtier, I was familiar with the members of Rhysand's court, specifically the two Illyrians flanking his left side. I flash the blue-siphoned male a sinister smile, reveling in the way his eyes drank me in, trekking down me from head to toe with an incomprehensible amount of lust, the kind that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before.
When his eyes return to mine I playfully look away with a smirk, making it clear that I'd caught him in the act. I take my place next to Eris at the other end of the table, his side comparably smaller in group size, void of friends and family like the High Lord of Night. But Eris did what he had to in order to survive, even if that meant pushing everyone else awayâ well, everyone but me. Because even with sheer determination, he wasn't able to get rid of me, who has been clinging so tightly to him since I was a child.
The meeting had already begun by the time I walked in so I didn't waste my time trying to catch up. I was only there to make an appearance, Eris had claimed it puts people at ease when they see a familiar face, invoking a more positive response. That was all I managed to pick up when he was explaining his schemes, I knew they'd stay true to our alliance. They needed us, we had one of the strongest armies, and even if they were guaranteed a win they didn't need to add bodies to the death toll.
The Shadow Singer's eyes tracked my every movement, he stared as I played with the ends of my hair, and practically started drooling when I flicked my eyes up to look at him every now and then. Gods he was so obvious, and they called him a spymaster?
I smirked down at my lap at the idea, picking at my nails to distract myself but it did little to help when I could practically feel his need for me from across the room.
The meeting went on for what felt like hours. I thought it'd be fairly straightforward when Eris explained it to me yesterday, I guess I underestimated the dramatics of the Night Court's strongest. Not to say it wasn't entertaining, but I found myself nearly laughing at some of the remarks made throughout the meeting.
Eventually, it was brought to an end. Rhysand had inevitably agreed to continue the alliance, just as Eris had suspected, and soon everyone was filing out of the meeting room.
I had beelined straight back towards my bedroom, aching to rip myself free from my revealing dress, in need to slip back beneath my sheets and go back to bed.
But as soon as I entered my room, I noticed there was someone's presence already occupying it. I was startled, staring at the Shadow Singer as he gazed at all the trinkets lined on my shelves. Most of them were souvenirs Lucien had collected for me during his travels across the continent. I was always jealous of him for that. While he was out exploring the world, I was still here, stuck in the same house I was born in.
"What are you doing?" I immediately question and Azriel whirls around, facing me with pure stoicism.
"Got lost," He shrugged.
"This is my room," I say with stern brows. He looked around the space, at the books on the shelves, the messy papers on my desk, and my unmade bed that was calling my name.
"Is it?" His eyes returned to mine and he took a bold step forward.
"Yes, if you need me to call a maid to escort you back to your room I'd be happy to oblige," I offered him a kind smile but he only continued with his strides, another pace, slowly closing the distance.
"That's kind of you," He takes one more step and suddenly I have to crane my neck up to look at him, my chest nearly pressed to his. "But I don't think that's necessary," He leaned against the door, closing it to peering eyes. At the newfound privacy, my smile widens and I practically tackle him to the ground, my arms sling around the nape of his neck as his lips crash onto mine.
I melted into the kiss and I swore for a moment he was holding up most of my weight. His hand comes to the back of my head, pulling slightly at my air and forcing me to back away.
"Gods, I missed you," He confesses through a breath. I beam, rising onto my toes and pecking him, pulling away as quickly as I came.
"I missed you too, Az," I murmur, pulling him so much closer. He stumbled forward and my back came into contact with the door, trapped between him with no exit. I couldn't find it in myself to complain.
His lips find mine again, like magnets pulling us together we slot into each other perfectly, filling every crevice and meeting every rendezvous of his touch. I reacted to his kiss in such a way that the first time our lips collided I thought I had lost my mind. It made me feel powerful and made me feel I was capable of so much more.
"It's been too long," I murmur as his hands trail down my sides, putting pressure on my waist, brushing along my hips, then curving along the side of my ass before reaching my thighs and hoisting me up.
"I know love, I know," He sighed onto my lips. I open my mouth wider, inviting his tongue as I wrap my legs around his torso while he holds me up.
His tongue dances with mine, like the last two warriors left on a battlefield, needy and restrained, torturous and passionate.
"I need you," I confess into his mouth and he grunts lowly at the words. "That meeting was cruel," I mumble while he begins to kiss down my neck.
"I know," He repeats, his voice desperate and raw. "The whole time I've been here I've only wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you on the floor," He admits and the apex of my thighs thrums with a chant of need.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I retort with a foxlike smirk. He pushes off the door, and rather than the floor he carries me over to my bed.
I grin against his lips in anticipation as he begins untying the back of my dress, the corset loosening and allowing me to breathe fully.
He pulls me free from it entirely, tearing my dress off and discarding it to the floor before he mounts over my mostly nude body. He lays me down, his lips coming to mind in a moment of need. I begin unbuckling his pants, tugging at them with needy movements. He helped, taking off his shirt for me while kicking off his pants.
His hands roam my body, over the curve of my breasts, past my waist, then finally to my hips where he found the waistband to my pink undies, toying with the lace.
"You wear these just for me?" He purrs into my mouth and I nod, capturing his lips with mine yet again. He pulls the lace down my thighs, allowing the cool air to hit my soaked cunt. I gasped as two of his fingers immediately delved through my folds, drenching his hand.
"Gods, you're soaked baby," He admires and I flash an embarrassed smile. He smirks at the reaction, pressing his dripping fingers to my clit with rough circles. My breath hitched before I let out a string of moans, pawing at the imprint in his boxers with an unquenchable need.
"Please," I beg.
"I have to stretch you out first," He tuts and I whine in protest. "I know, but it'll hurt otherwise be patient," He explains. Tears well in my eyes as I look up at him with a dramatic pout.
"I want it to hurt," I confess. "Make it hurt, I swear I'll be good." My pleads are met with a stern look from him. I palm him, my hand wrapping around the tent in his boxers, gripping him slightly and he grits his teeth at the feeling.
"I'm not stopping when you tell me it hurts," He threatens and I nod in agreement, my hunger becoming too strong to ignore as I pull down his boxers and his heavy cock slaps up against his abdomen.
My mouth waters at the sight, my pussy thrumming against his hand with anticipation.
He swipes his length through my folds and I revel in the feeling of his warm length running through my cunt, the ridges of his thick member adding friction to my sopping folds as I continue to lube him up.
"You sure?" He says, looking at me pointedly and I nod. "Be a good girl and use your words." He prompts and I swallow thickly.
"Yes, Az," I plead. "I want you," I add and before I know it he's aligning his tip and pushing the head of him inside of me.
I gasped, clawing at his tan back, drawing blood with my nails but he didn't seem to mind the marks I made as he pressed into me.
When Azriel fucked, he fucked good and hard. He didn't relent his pace and he only sped it up. He knew I was teasing him in my dress earlier, how tortuous it was to have me in the same room as him yet he couldn't have me, not how he wanted to have me. Not like this.
He made each of his movements rough and pleasurable. He snapped his hips into mine, my base meeting his as he began to roll his hips into me. "There Az, right there," I cry out as he finds a sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of me that only he could reach with his impressively long cock that he's molded me to, so it's only him I can seek pleasure with.
"Yeah? Be a good girl and open wider for me," He says and I do just that, spreading my legs as far as I can, allowing him to his me deeper as his balls slap against my ass. "Atta girl, taking me so well," He hummed and I smiled hazily up at him. It didn't hurt, or maybe it did and the pain hadn't settled in over the adrenalineâ but all I felt was pleasure, I was too wet for there to be any discomfort.
"You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock baby," He admires, looking down and watching the way he disappeared inside my entrance. "Fuck, you're so tight," He grunts, bringing his scared hand down and pressing it to my stomach. I mewled at the feeling of him rubbing harder against my walls, clamping down around his base and making it harder for him to drive into me.
"You feel that? Feel how deep I'm in your pretty pussy?" He smirks and I nod with a whimper leaving my lips. He continues his brutal pace, pushing me up onto the bed with the force that he was fucking me with.
He grabs the back of my thighs and pulls my legs up, putting me into a mating press.
I wailed at the new position, practically feeling him thrust into my womb. "So good," I murmur and he only smirks.
"Yeah? You like it when I'm using you like this?" He asks and I flutter my lashes up at him, tears dripping down the sides of my face.
"Yes, love it when you use me Az," I confess and he twitches at the words. "All yours," I sigh out.
"That's right," He leans down to press a kiss at the corner of my jaw. "My perfect little slut," He purrs at the shell of my ear and I gasp, my orgasm nearing rapidly. "You like when I call you a slut don't you? Dirty girl," Azriel rolls his hips over mine as he speaks, creating a loss of words to form on the tip of my tongue, being replaced by moans and screams instead.
I pulse against his cock, my puffy pussy twitching around his base as he continues his vile movements.
"I'm gonnaâ Az, m'close," I warn and he kisses me with a smile, toying with me, seeing how long I can hold myself back from sweet release.
"Not yet baby, want you to cum with me," He directs and a whimper falls from my lips in defiance, the pain beginning to set in as I drag out my climax, forcing it away per his demand. I squeeze around his tighter, attempting to spur him on to find his release quicker.
"Azâ s'too much, it hurts," I cry out and he smirks against my skin, nipping at the side of my neck before lifting up to meet my teary gaze with his lustful one.
"Poor girl, you said that's what you wanted." He kissed up the side of my face, licking away my salty tears. "Keep to your promise and I'll let you cum soon, alright?" He offers and I rapidly nod. "Good."
He presses me into the mattress, my thighs still at my sides as he folds me in half and forces his the head of his cock into my cervix. I gripe at the feeling, writing beneath him but fighting off my impending orgasm nevertheless. Moans spilled from my swollen lips and he basked in them, in all the noises I made as his cock pushed deeper into my cunt.
He twitches and I thank the gods, the signal meaning he was close and my torture would end soon.
"My perfect little slut, so good for me," He croons, his words ghosting over my lips but not quite attaching them, loving the way I gasped out with moans into his mouth.
I clench tighter around him and he grunts, his jaw feathering as he grits his teeth.
"Go ahead, make a mess all over yourself." He allows and I immediately meet his request, my release dragging screams out of me. I don't even know when my hands got into his hair but I pull at it as my climax takes me full throttle and I fall beyond words to describe just how glorious the euphoric feeling is.
"That's it, keep milking my cock just like that," He groans in pure pleasure, his warm seed seeping into each and every one of my crevices as his thrusts slow and he attempts to pull out from my tight cunt that was still clenched around him, not wanting him to disappear quite yet.
But eventually, he removed himself from me and I was left panting on the bedspread, pulsing around nothing.
"Alright, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave." He scoops me up into his arms and I whine, my brows bunching into a knot as he carries me into the connected bathing chambers.
"I don't want you to leave," I whine and he settles me down onto the cold bathroom counter.
"I don't want to leave either." He meets my gaze, looking down at me with soft eyes that contrast with his rough movements from only a moment ago. "But I have a mission passing through here next week," He said, grabbing a cloth from beneath the sink and wetting it with warm water. "Maybe we can meet at an inn and stay there for a few days," He plans and a small smile spreads across my face.
"I hope you know I'm not planning to leave that bed the entire time we're together," I hum and he smiles cheekily, his dimples making an appearance. I cup his jaw in my hands, admiring the panes of his face as he begins to wash the insides of my thighs.
"Sounds like a perfect plan to me," He flicked his eyes up to mine, away from my pink folds, still irritated from his harsh actions. I gasp slightly as he runs over my clit with the cloth, my legs jolting with overstimulation.
"Sorry, I was so rough," He uttered, continuing his gentle ministrations. I shake my head, not accepting his apology.
"Felt good," I tilt my head back as if reminiscing about five minutes ago. "I wish you could stay for another round." My fingertips dance down his chest. He looks at me sternly, catching my wrist before it can get too low and placing it on his broad shoulder.
"You know I won't be able to leave if I get back in that bed with you," He stated and I nodded, biting into my lower lip.
"Exactly," I say and he hoists me up into his arms, discarding the dirtied cloth into the hamper and placing me back down onto my bed.
"I'll see you next week, alright?" His shadows bring me a pair of clean panties and the softest nightgown from my wardrobe.
"Next week is too far away," I groan and flop back onto my bed while he hikes my undies up my thighs and snaps them against my hips with a satisfying sound.
"I think you'll survive," He lifts me upright. "Arms up," He casually muttered and I did as he said, lifting my arms so he could slip the comfortable nightgown over my head.
"I don't think I will," I sigh once the gown is past my head and he offers me a soft, reassuring smile.
"Maybe I'll sneak by sooner," He dips down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "If you're lucky," He warns as I wrap my arms around the nape of his neck and pull him onto my lips, kissing him with the same amount of heat as earlier, but also with an addition of love, my last ploy of getting him to stay. But he knew what I was doing, and he pulled away before he could fall for it.
"I'm sorry baby," He whispers and I frown. "I'll move things around and I'll come earlier than next week," He says but my frown remains. "And we'll spend days in bed, how's that sound?" He offers and a small smile forms over my pout. "Yeah? Good?" He asks and I nod with a cheeky grin. "Okay, I'll see you soon my love," He presses one last kiss to my lips, relishing the taste of me against him one more time.
"Bye Az," I murmur against his lips. He pecks me once again before shadows swarm around him and he is consumed by darkness, slipping through my grasp and leaving me alone.
But he'll be back sooner than next week, and his promises gave me more than just one thing to look forward to.
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On "Consuming Content"
Every now and then a post crosses my feed that follows the vein of, "you have to do things other than consume media or else you'll be a dumb person who doesn't know anything about how the real world works and does nothing but pointless fandom stuff."
I hate those posts for three major reasons, not counting the inherent ableism and classism of "you must have approved Smart People hobbies or else you're worthless" rhetoric:
You don't know what people do or talk about outside of what you see on their social media. Responding to fandom communities on a fandom-driven website as if all these people are one-note cardboard cutouts of people is asinine. In many cases this genre of post feels like repackaged 2012 tumblr "not like other girls" and hipster discourse. Yes, yes, you think you're better than everyone else on this website because your hobbies are less mainstream, more morally pure, and have greater intellectual merit, we get it.
What do you even mean by consuming content? As someone who purposely avoids using the phrase "consuming content" because I find the term too vague to be useful, please be more specific. Are you including every single form of media engagement and art enjoyment? Are you just talking about mainstream TV and film? What about novels? Plays and scripts? Nonfiction books and instruction manuals? Do you mean to imply that going to a book club is a worthless non-hobby? Are you including academic reading? Are you including going to the art museum? Going to the theatre, concerts, or other performances? Taped liveshows? Watching sports events on TV? Are you including news media? Are you including YouTube tutorials about how to do various tasks, crafts, or other hobbies? Are you including trade magazines? Are you including industry publications in various fields? What constitutes "content," and what constitutes "consuming" in this discourse? Define it. "Consuming content" is a nothing phrase that people use to mean multiple different things depending on what they, personally, judge as valid media. It's a buzzword at best, and when the same buzzword can be used to describe both "idly scrolling social media" and "reading and discussing a book," it's a meaningless phrase.
As an artist and author, if engaging with media is bad and worthless, am I supposed to conclude that making it is equally worthless? If "consuming content" is a bad, lazy, worthless, fake hobby, what makes creating art a worthwhile pursuit? If I am constantly being told as an artist that engaging with media isn't a worthwhile pursuit in its own right, and the people who want to engage with my art are just brainless fandom losers, what incentive do I have to make that art anymore? Furthermore, to everyone reading this paragraph and thinking, "that's not what content creation is," I refer you to bullet #2: If the phrase "make content" can be used to mean "low-effort posts made to advertise cheap and useless products" as well as "being a novelist" or "getting a gig as a writer on a TV show," it's a meaningless phrase.
None of that is even getting into issues such as the way influencers are preyed on by both brands and targeted harassment from trolls. Influencer culture has major issues, but boiling those issues down to "stupid vapid young people who are too lazy to make real art or get real jobs" (which is a mindset I see frequently online) is unhelpful. So many people pursue influencer deals because they're living in poverty but are skilled at various social media and advertising related tasks, and just like any worker, they're being exploited because they need to eat. Labor rights for influencers are a huge topic that entertainment industry unions have been actively discussing and working toward. (Related links for further info: [x] [x] [x] [x])
"Consuming content is not a hobby" is a worthless statement unless you define what you mean by both "consuming" and "content." Quite frankly, you also need to define "hobby," because if you're putting requirements on what is and isn't allowed to be a "real" hobby, you mostly just seem like you're moving goalposts and defining "worthwhile hobby" as "hobby I, personally, think is good." Use more specific language to articulate your actual problems with the entertainment industry, the art world, influencer culture, or whatever else you're actually upset by.
Media and fandom can involve any number of enriching, satisfying hobbies that take up a perfectly acceptable and healthy space in someone's life. If you aren't into it, go find hobbies you do like and stop policing how other people spend their precious free time in this nightmare hellscape of a world.
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ᥣđŠŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛â âš ËË- comforting their s/o thatâs scared of talking too much
ot13 x gn!reader â no warnings i think
veeeery self-indulgent post iâm ngl :) if you relate to the prompt then hopefully this will provide you with some comfort! <3
â seungcheol
he will insist on knowing who put such nonsense in your mind, because how dare they make you feel self-conscious about one of the things he loves the most about you? he absolutely adores that you passionately ramble about the most random things; it always lifts his mood even after a long and exhausting day. and thatâs what heâs here to remind you: that you should never be ashamed of talking if itâs something that makes you happy.
â jeonghan
any kind of negative thoughts on your part becomes his #1 priority so he takes time to discuss it with you and give you enough reassurance. he reminds you that talking a lot is not a bad thing at all, and that youâre also an amazing listener, which heâs very grateful for. âpeople are just jealous because youâre interesting enough not to run out of conversation!â he tells you, wiping your tears away. it truly breaks his heart to see you so self-conscious so heâll definitely be extra careful regarding this topic in the future <3
â joshua
no matter where that insecurity comes from, he comforts you with immense patience and lots of cuddles, reminding you of how much your words matter. on a more personal note, he absolutely adores the sound of your voice, itâs one of his favorite things about you. âiâd fall asleep to your voice every night if i could,â he tells you, looking into your teary eyes with a smile, and you just know heâs being 100% honest, âand you should never ever feel bad about wanting to share things with the people you love.â
â jun
it really pains him to hear thatâs how you feel because he can only imagine how long youâve been thinking about it before even telling him. but jun is here to tell you that you always make people feel comfortable, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful about you. he knows it can be hard to overthink about your social skills so he will always make sure to encourage you to speak your mind (whether itâs through a gentle squeeze of the hand or a smile from across the room). and he also showers you with kisses because he knows itâs one of the best remedies for overthinking :]
â hoshi
what? you? talking too much? oh heâs not gonna let that slide. he proceeds to go off on a tangent about your countless qualities (some that arenât even related to the topic, he just gets carried away), because he will not let you struggle alone with your insecurities, thatâs for sure. as often, he wishes he could lend you his eyes to make you understand how perfect you are to him. âand so what if you talk a lot? i do too! itâs who i am, itâs who you are and thatâs why weâre a match made in heaven.â
â wonwoo
it feels weird for him to hear that youâre self-conscious about something he really admires you for. according to him, itâs the ease with which you talk that made your first dates not feel awkward. he loves how good you are with words of affirmation, and he also insists on how it inspires him to be more vocal about his own thoughts and feelings. âi donât think you realize how entertaining you are. but i sure realize how lucky i am to have you,â he tells you in a more lighthearted tone, pressing a kiss against your temple.
â woozi
he insists on the fact that heâs one of the people that spends the most time with you, so you can truly believe him when he tells you that itâs not true. âthatâs just because you love me,â you tell him, comfortably snuggled up against his side. âit is,â he replies, âbut that goes for everyone around you; the people who love you will accept you for who you are. and if they donât⌠screw themâ. because woozi may be an absolute sweetheart but he has very low tolerance for the people who mess with his partnerâs head.
â dokyeom
first and foremost, he offers to hug the sadness away, which kind of works because heâs a professional when it comes to comfort hugs. he knows itâs normal to have insecurities but he hates seeing you so self-conscious, so heâll definitely try his best to cheer you up. also, words cannot describe how much he loves talking with you, so heâd really hate it if these bad thoughts ended up changing your personality. most of the time heâs the bubbly one, but he also likes to be fueled by his very own sunshine from time to time.
â mingyu
as a professional yapper, he understands where that insecurity might be coming from, which means he knows exactly how to comfort you. heâs here to remind you of all the times youâve been a great listener to either him or your friends, and the great pieces of advice that followed. mingyu thinks your inputs are always important, no matter the conversation, and heâs so freaking happy to be sharing his life with someone that can keep up with his own pace! as long as heâs here, you know youâll always have someone to listen to your every word.
â minghao
heâs scared he might have accidentally made you feel that way while teasing you (lovingly ofc), so he apologizes profusely until you tell him that he has nothing to do with it. âyou enjoy sharing your perspective on things and thatâs beautiful,â he reassures you, âand you know me, iâd tell you if you were too overbearing⌠but youâre not. so donât worry your pretty head, ok?â. and itâs moments like these that truly make you feel grateful for minghaoâs wise and comforting words, always carefully chosen to make your worries disappear in a second.
â seungkwan
kind of like cheol, he wants names. because - and heâs saying that with all due respect - they should know theyâre just stupid people spreading stupid lies. seungkwan knows you by heart, he knows youâre a selfless person thatâs always here to help their loved ones, and he thinks youâre not giving yourself enough credit for that! âyouâre absolutely perfect in every way, and i thi- stop. i can see youâre about to argue but iâm not letting you win this one. no way.â
â vernon
he has a really sensitive approach to this issue, knowing how hard it is when you get in your own head. hugs and cuddles are definitely a part of him comforting you, but he also makes you promise something (and you can see from the look in his eyes that heâs very serious). âif you ever start overthinking after any kind of social interaction, private or public, with or without me, please come and talk to me. iâll try my best to help you get rid of these thoughts, alright?â. because at the end of the day, he wants to be someone you can be fully transparent with, just like he is with you.
â dino
according to him, you shouldnât even be thinking about how much you talk in a day. instead, he worries that you might be surrounding yourself with people that simply do not appreciate this aspect of your personality. âif you have something to say, go ahead! being yourself should make you happy, and lifeâs already too complicated to worry about speaking too many words!â he tells you, and you can tell he genuinely wants you to let go of these hurtful thoughts. but he also knows how hard it is, and luckily chan is great at making long-term efforts (especially for your wellbeing), so expect lots and lots of carefulness and support on a daily basis.
rbs and feedback are always appreciated <3
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen comfort#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#jun x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#dokyeom x reader#mingyu x reader#minghao x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#dino x reader
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famous steve wearing a mask when he can, declining hugs, and limiting events he goes to bc the person he lives with is currently immune compromised.
meanwhile rockstar eddie munson has been out of the spotlight as of late, nothing even on his social mediaâunusual for him.
steve mentions his roommate at a con panel to explain why heâs not doing big hugs & limited photo ops.
the dude has a cameo in one movie and apparently theyâre besties? sus.
their fans pick up on it, as they do. eddie comes across a tiktok some someone breaking it down-
âi feel like there could be more to this weâve missed. this is crazy oh my god- also this isnât a discussion on whateverâs going on with eddie, i hope heâs doing okay.â
eddie stitches it with him half cut off on the bottom, and in the most monotone voice: âoh my god you might be on to something.â it cuts to him still cut off but with a selfie of him and steve sat in some chairs, u can see an iv bag pole but that about it for context.
âhas anyone brought up this picture yet đď¸đď¸â then in his normal voice, âidk just food for thought.â and the video ends.
people, rightfully, start losing their shit. does it confirm theyâre roommates??? why are they together??? are they together??? itâs all very entertaining.
#steddie#eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#steve x eddie#rockstar eddie munson#archive#my writing#this is apart of larger idea my brain has been cooking up#fame au w actor steve and musician eddie đ#modern au#fame au
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An addition to my post about how Voldemort is really invested in other people's love lives: Voldemort has no respect for people's privacy or bodily autonomy, and likes to insert himself into people's space and force people to have a more intimate relationship with him than they desire.
He uses this as a form of punishment, knowing it makes people uncomfortable, and also as a form of entertainment because he finds their discomfort amusing.
He lived on the back of Quirrell's head for almost a YEAR as a punishment after Quirrell failed to steal the Stone from Gringotts. A YEAR. IMAGINE WHAT HE SAW. Quirrell could not have done ANYTHING without Lord Voldemort seeing it and hearing it. I mean he was there when he was using the toilet, masturbating, etc etc. And imagine if Voldemort could also feel all of Quirrell's bodily sensations.
Voldemort forced Wormtail to care for him like a helpless baby, again for almost a YEAR, hand-feeding him and picking him up and God only knows what else, when they could have easily done the resurrection ritual really at any point in timeâeven if he truly wanted nobody but Harry, Barty Jr. could have brought him from Hogwarts.
Voldemort is clearly amusing himself with the situations at this time, making multiple jokes in just the couple scenes he's in:
'Care for my bodily needs for me,' is such an insane punishment to give Wormtail (definitely a punishment, for being a traitor which Voldemort hates and maybe other reasons) and I do wonder if he also did this to the Malfoys in DH, like forcing them to make him food and watch him eat and so on. It's just so weird to imagine that because he seems so inhuman but I mean, he does it in GoF so...
He also has Wormtail approach him and dress him by hand when he comes out of the cauldron naked instead of just bending down and picking up the robes himself:
He makes interestingly similar comments in the GoF baby era and at Malfoy Manor in The Dark Lord Ascending:
Asking his servants a question he knows damn well the answer to is 'it makes me uncomfortable to have this level of proximity with you,' and forcing them to falsely claim they have no problem with it and they actually want it.
He appears to have literally moved into Lucius's house with him, or at the very least is using it as a professional base. I almost always see people interpreting it as that Voldemort lived at Malfoy Manor, which I don't necessarily think has to be true, but I think it's a fine interpretation, and I enjoy it.
With both Wormtail and the Malfoys, Voldemort forces them to witness him in a domestic setting, forces them to claim they want it, and makes them aware that he knows that they hate it, which he knows is terrifying.
While he's at Malfoy Manor, he inserts himself into their family business (as discussed in linked post), commenting on a marriage in the family, speculating on what children the couple is going to have and what relationship the children will have with the Malfoys. We can see he's clearly using this to amuse both himself and the group of Death Eaters, as he makes multiple jokes (implying Bellatrix may be happier about her family member marrying a werewolf than she is about Voldemort's presence, asking Draco if he is going to babysit the cubs) and allows the DEs to laugh.
He also turns Bellatrix's complimentary but not overly inappropriate comment into what I think is unquestionably a sexual innuendo, and then immediately intentionally embarrasses her and induces a group of almost all men to laugh at her:
Regarding Bellatrix, there's often a misconception of viewing Voldemort as someone who would not stoop to a certain level of bodily intimacy or give up his own privacyâbut he shares an entire body with Quirrell, he willingly gives up all of his autonomy/privacy with Wormtail, he even rises out of the cauldron fully nude (could have been done privately, I mean the Riddle House is right there, just carry the blood up the hill) and forces Wormtail to again interact with his naked body (and his real one now, not just the baby one) to dress him. So yeah he very much would, and he does, over and over. Voldemort gets bottle-fed and probably diaper-changed for 11 months but noooo he'd never have sex. Be serious. Voldemort takes every physical intimacy he's offered and much more.
Also just want to note that Voldemort is prone to discussing people's personal lives also in situations where it is wanted. For example, Barty Jr. reveals at the end of GoF that they clearly had some personal conversations about Barty's relationship with his father where Voldemort also offered information about himself. Voldemort definitely seems to know Bellatrix personally, and I would very much guess they've had personal conversations. And also the conversations with Snape about Lily (see last post too)âwhen Snape comes to him about sparing her, they have a thorough enough conversation that Voldemort believes Snape just 'desired her' and then they follow up later about how there are better women for Snape. He likes other people's business!
Overall, I very often read Voldemort as doing things for a major purpose of entertaining himself. He seems to find amusement in many different situations he's in and make jokes to himself and others. His tendency to overstep boundaries of bodies and personal spaceâboth intentionally and by necessityâis one of these things.
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