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baby-yongbok · 2 days ago

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Say it again

Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre - Smut [MDNI] - Established Relationship ✦ Word Count - 2.6k ✦ Summary - You're Chan's princess, he'd give you anything you'd ever wanted but after a drunken slip up he decides to make you wait for what you want for once. ✦ CW - Piss, Soft!Dom Chan, Edging, Dirty talk, Size kink?, Degradation? (towards chan but like... he asked for it? you'll see.), Unprotected sex & Creampie (Wrap it up), Reader is called Princess, baby, nasty girl/ naughty, - Again, this is a piss kink fic. ✦ Masterlist ✦

You’re Chan’s Princess. His sweet girl who he’d sell his left foot for if you asked. You’re a spoiled brat. Well, that’s what his friends say anyway.

There isn’t a day that the group can pass up on an opportunity to poke and prod at your boyfriend for pampering you. They joke that you’ve never heard Chan say the word no and you just smile - It’s kinda true.

Your boyfriend just laughs and rolls his eyes, “She deserves it.” He’d state simply, confidently. He’d give you a wink and proceed to peel your orange or bring you a drink and let you eat half of his food. It was sweet, he was sweet. And then you messed it up.

It’s nothing too drastic, just some tipsy teasing one night a week ago. You said something along the lines or Chan having a small dick or whatever. You honestly can’t remember but Chan does. It lives fresh in his mind and motivated him to change things up a bit.

That night he brought you home, cooed sweet nothings in your ear and undressed you like a gentleman would. He kissed down your neck, up your thighs, over your cunt and lapped at the drenched flesh like a man starved. He built you up, up, up before pulling back and letting it all melt away.

You whimpered as he stood from his knees, his frame towered over you and you reached out to him, silently asking for more, “Channie.” You whined but he didn’t smile, he didn’t touch you, not like he usually would. He just leaned in and hovered over your naked form.

“Next time you wanna tell a joke, make sure that it’s funny, Princess.” The harsh rasp of his voice made your cheeks flush, adding to what the alcohol had caused. With a chaste kiss to your temple he pulled back and left you dizzy, tipsy and wanting more.

This treatment went on for a week.

He spent his time building you up just to let you fall and repeated it the next day. He’d get himself off right in front of your face, jerking his pretty cock with you on your knees before him. He found himself smiling at the way your needy gaze would track his every move. The sanguine glint in your eye only shined brighter with each grunt and moan. You would whine, beg quietly or silently in hopes that your voice could convince him to finally give in but you always end up starving for more.

“How long are you going to do this to me?” You whine four days in, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he redresses. “I’m sorry for what I said, I was tipsy.”

“I accept your apology.” He kneels down to your level, taking your hand in his. “But you still can’t cum.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before standing and changing the subject like he didn’t just push you a bit closer to the edge of insanity.

You’ve never been this desperate in your life.

You’ve never wanted Chan more than you did when you’d stand at the sink and press your thighs together with the hopes that you could get some semblance of relief. He went from edging you to teasing you to nothing at all and now you find yourself missing the miserable routine of being close to release just to have it snatched away.

Chan caught on to your attempts at self pleasure quicker than you thought he would. He would watch, stare at your thighs and look for that slight tremble or pulse in your muscle then he’d slap your thigh and smile. He’s enjoying this.

And part of you is too.

Tonight marks a week of this punishment. You’re home alone while Chan works late at the studio which is rare for a Sunday but he locked into a track and got stuck perfecting it. You text him a sweet goodnight and warn him to get home before the snowstorm starts. He texts back, warning you to behave.

It’s three in the morning when Chan tiptoes into the apartment. He maneuvers around furniture and discarded objects to ensure that you stay asleep. He grabs the food you left him then heads for the shower to soak the chill of the storm out of his bones.

He’s exhausted, spent, but then he sees you. The walk to his dresser gets cut short when he gets a glimpse of your sprawled out frame. You're so cute and peaceful in your nightgown, with one leg hiked up and bent over a pillow, his pillow.

Chan steps closer, looking over your relaxed body and taking in the way your smooth skin disappears under the soft fabric of your gown. For a second he thinks that you really do look like a princess. Prim and pretty and all his.

He climbs into bed behind you, his towel slips down to reveal more of the firm cut of his hip and he presses into your backside. You push back in a stir and Chan has to bite his tongue not to moan. He needs you.

“Babygirl.” He drapes his arm over your stomach and pulls you back into the growing tent of the towel. His lips brush over the soft skin of your neck and he peppers gentle kisses across the flesh.

“Baby.” He whispers and you hum. His fingers start to trace shapes into the clothed skin of your stomach and you sigh. “Chan?” You mumble, still mostly asleep.

“Mhm.” His hand on your stomach trails down to lift the hem of your nightgown. “Do me a favor and open your legs, hun. Stay asleep, just let me make you cum.”

The indulgent glide of his hand up your flesh makes you shiver awake. You blink your heavy lids and sigh a soft moan at his touch. “Promise?” Chan kisses behind your ear. How could he say no to a voice as sweet as yours?

“Promise, now open up for me.” He pushes his covered cock against your ass and you push back with a moan and then you gasp. Your pleasure is interrupted by the pressure of your full bladder, it sends a sudden shock that makes you squirm. “Gotta pee, Channie.”

You attempt to sit up with the intention of rushing off to the bathroom real quick but Chan’s arm circles your stomach again, keeping you trapped against him. “Yeah? Gotta pee?” The kisses on your neck get firmer, his subtle grinding picks up and his hand pushes softly against your lower abdomen.

“Chan.” You moan in protest but it does little to stop him. The pang of urgency your body is sending you gets stronger with his subtle push and not so subtle grind of his hips. “I’ll be quick.”

He smiles against you, moving his hand back down to lift the hem of your gown up over the swell of your ass. “I know, hun.” His towel gives way and it’s his bare cock pressing against you now. “You wanna cum, right? Want me to give you what you’ve been begging for?”

Your body betrays you, shuddering as arousal starts to gush between your shaking thighs. You press them together in an attempt to hold your bladder. “Then you’ll stay here and let me give you what you wanted, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

Chan’s hand moves between your legs, parting your plush thighs and firmly brushing a calloused finger over your clit. The contact makes you keen. “I can’t hold it. Can’t, please let me-”

“Pick one, Do you wanna pee or do you want to cum?” He kisses your shoulder and you go quiet. What do you do?

“I’ll make a mess” Chan chuckles at your concern then licks his hand. He reaches between your bodies and tugs at his thick cock. “Do I sound like I mind a mess?” He slides his length between your thighs, pressing it against your heat. “If you don’t want me to make you cum I can stop. Just say the word.”

The thought of asking him to stop translates as insanity to you. He drags his hips back and starts fucking your thighs. He grinds against and fucks up over your clenching cunt. His tip gets caught on your clit and your chest vibrates with a deep moan. This is the most he’s touched you in days. It’s dizzying and Chan makes it worse when he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear and whispers.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His hand comes up to your chin and he turns your head just enough to take in the way your features twist in pleasure. “Tell me what you want.”

“More.” Your mouth was faster than your mind. “Yeah? More? Wanna piss all over the sheets? That’s how desperate you are?” You’re nodding, pressing your thighs together when his hips pick up pace. You don’t care anymore. You need him.

“Nasty, baby. So fucking naughty.” The tip of his cock rubs over your slick clit with each thrust. Your body trembles with the sweet satisfaction of finally feeling pleasure and Chan lets you have that for a second or two before his grip on your hip becomes bruising.

“What was it that you said that night? Something about me having a small dick, right?” He’s breathing heavily in your ear and you shudder, nodding mindlessly as you drift farther and farther from reality. “Look at me.”

The movement is reluctant but you follow his request. Your low-lidded gaze meets his and your heart beats double time. “Is that what you said?”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper but that’s not what he wanted. He presses down on your bladder harder and you gasp, “Answer the question.”

The moan that echoes from you is unbecoming. It’s far from prim but very pretty. “Yes, I said it.. I’m sorry.” It’s less of a confession and more of a desperate plea but Chan accepts it with a hum.

“You wanna stand by that? Wanna tell me how small I am?” He presses a bit harder and you groan, breaking eye contact and shaking your head into your pillow. “C’mon, call my cock pathetic, hun.”

The tone of his voice in contrast to his actions is as sweet as cinnamon. “C’mon.” You open your mouth to speak but nothing but half a whimper and a huff of hot air escapes. “Follow the rules to cum.”

“Y-you’re cock, is pathetic.” Chan pulls his hips back. “Gimme more, come on.” His pressure on your stomach lets up and you can breathe again. You inhale and exhale with a shake before giving him what he asked for.

“Your… cock is so pathetic. So small that you never make me c-cum - Chan…” His hips push forward, his cock catches at your entrance and bullies its way into your fluttering cunt. The words you’ve uttered are debunked in real time.

“Pathetic, yeah?” He groans, fingers splaying over your bare stomach. “Y-yeah, I can’t even feel… feel it.” Chan smiles, pressing his hips firmer into you and successfully pulling a scream from your chest.

You can feel the dam threatening to break, small trickles wet your thighs and you try your best to chase your orgasm while holding the mess but you can’t seem to find a way to get one without the other.

“Chan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I- I..” You’re not entirely sure what you’re apologizing for anymore. You feel desperate to cum, to empty your bladder, for anything and everything. Your boyfriend smiles behind you, finding your begging stutter cute.

“Nah, stick with what you said, baby. Can’t even feel it, right?” The steady rocking of his hips turns into shallow thrusts that actually do have you tearing up.

Chan picks up on your attempt to hold back and presses harder, drilling his hips in and out of you and making the splinter of pleasure and pressure fuse in a way that you’ve never experienced before.

“C-chan - Channie..” Your bladder leaks, wetting your thighs, the sheets, him. But you finally get to cum. You keen and he eats it all up. He tips your head back, admiring the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip before your jaw hangs slack with gasps.

“That’s it, baby. I got you, just fall apart for me.” He wraps his arm around you, reaching down to rub harsh circles into your clit. You’re soaked, shaking through the mix of sweet releases. “Messy cunt.” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart and spanking your clit.

You give him the sounds he was looking to hear with a shudder that makes him hiss. “C’mere.”

He pulls out and positions you on all fours over the messy sheets. You grab your pillow and bury your face in it just as he slides back in. He lets his head fall back with an elated sigh. A lazy slap on your ass follows and you whimper, “God, I missed my girl so much.”

He moves slow and shallow, watching the way his dick disappears into you with each tremor and flutter your body offers. “Just like that.” He coos, picking up pace slowly but not slow enough for you to adjust.

The new angle is deeper than before but it makes you scream all the same. “That’s a lot of noise for a small dick, huh?” A cocky breathy laugh rumbles through him but the pull in his abdomen cuts it short. Or maybe it was the way your cunt squeezed him as your second orgasm snuck up your legs.

“Let it out, pretty girl. Gimme more, c’mon.” You break all over again. The last of you tried to hold wets his thighs and your pussy practically gushes around him.

“Pissing on me again? Nasty girl.” He groans, seconds from falling apart. He reaches around and slaps your clit again and again, moaning at the messy wet sound it makes.

“Gonna let me make a m-mess too? Gonna let me fill you up?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust until he leans forward, pressing into you while his eyes roll back and muscles tense.

“Baby, ba - fuck… baby.” His voice gradually fades into a whisper until all you hear is him panting over you. The cool wetness of his thighs is a shivering contrast to the warmth of you.

“Chan…” You whimper, failing to complete the rest of your plea. “Sh sh sh, you’re good, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” This time you know that you’re apologizing for the mess. He leans over you, running his hand through your hair and rubbing at your scalp. “There's no need to be sorry. I wanted it.”

“Really?” You turn your head, trying to catch his gaze with your glassy one.

“Yes, really.” He kisses over your back with a sweet hum to both comfort you and distract you from the pressure of him moving again.

“You did so well for me.” You open your mouth to speak but a pathetic stutter escapes instead. Chan hums, rocking his hips into you and gently and running his hands up your back to soothe you.

“Look at me, princess.” You blink up at him and he coos, “You’ll do it again for me, yeah?”

His hips snap and you nearly do too. “Say it.”

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maruflix · 22 hours ago

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MEA CULPA #oneshot #squidgame #therecruiter #thesalesman

The Salesman knows that love is truly the most dangerous game of all, and there is penance in yearning for someone who can never be yours. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.

feat. the salesman / the recruiter　　⎯⎯　wc. 2.4k

cw: female reader, recruiter!reader, cheater!reader, language, the salesman is probably ooc, unreciprocated crush, one sided love, friends with benefits, cheating, kissing, choking, face-fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, slight frontman x reader, no beta we die like gi-hun’s mom

Busan is so hot this time around.

You plop down with a sigh. Thankfully, having met your daily quota, you can go home early tonight. There are lots of desperate people nowadays, so finding ten people to join a game with a prize of 45.6 billion won isn’t really that difficult.

The clacking of shoes snaps you from your trance.

Without having to look up, you immediately figure out who it is. The scent of expensive cologne comes first, followed by the rustling. You grumble and slam your briefcase down, using it as a wall to separate the two of you. “Hey, not-so-friendly reminder: you’re on my turf.”

The Salesman blinks at you, feigning surprise. “Oh? I was under the impression that this was a team effort.”

His innocent tone makes you want to hurl, so you choose to ignore him completely. Instead, you stare at him in annoyance and wonder how he’s able to look so perfect in that cashmere suit of his. Not a single hair out of place, his tie straight and his shoes laced.

“You’re done for the day, aren’t you?” Your colleague tilts his head to look at you, a smile adorning his features, “Let’s play a game.”

You scoff.

He ignores your obvious displeasure and inches his whole body to face you, one arm shooting forward to grip the side of your bench. “Say, should we play ddakji? I’m in a good mood today.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of smacking paper squares?” It’s hard to keep a straight face when his handsome face keeps getting closer to you, “Get your ugly face away from me.”

The Salesman doesn’t budge. “Not until you say yes.”

He has a certain charm to him, you had to admit— he is so assertive, with just the right amount of pushy but not to the point of being obtrusive.

“Fine,” you exhale, “what do I get?”

II.

When you agreed to play a game with your fellow Recruiter (specifically, the totally unhinged one you’ve grown to dub as ‘The Salesman’), you didn’t expect this to happen.

Your colleague’s body pressed on top of yours, both your suit jackets thrown away somewhere in his fancy condo—he doesn’t even bother to wait for you to finish unbuttoning your shirt before he captures your hands and pins them on top of your head.

“Fuck,” you rasp out when he pushes himself into you agonizingly slow, savoring the way you tighten around him, “s-slow down—”

He chuckles breathily. “Darling, I’m barely moving. Besides,” eyes clouded with lust, he revels in how defenseless you look under him, “you lost our game, so you’re in no position to tell me what to do.”

With that, he sloowly drags himself out before slamming his full length into you, causing you to moan loudly. Greedily, he drinks in the sight of you, sprawled on his bed, legs open, taking all of him like a good, good girl.

“Who knew you were hiding all this underneath that suit of yours?” He teases, running a hand over your breasts, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

“I can, ngh,” Pushing yourself up on one elbow, you use your other hand to grip his chin, yanking him closer to you, “say the same about you.”

His smirk widens. “Always has to get the last word.”

He grips your throat, pushing you back down to the bed as he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of you mercilessly while you mewl in pleasure.

“F-fuck-” you struggle, clawing on the hand that lodges itself around your throat like a serpent, “ngh,”

Your panic excites him like no other. “What’s wrong, darling? Having trouble breathing?” straightening his back, he keeps his hand securely wrapped around your neck, eyeing you down as he continues drilling into you, “Do you realize how wet you are?”

You wanted to look away, but his strong hand firmly keeps you in place. It’s not like you can hide yourself away, not when the sounds of plap! plap! plap! keeps echoing around the room—a testament of how much your cunt is drooling, soaking the bedsheets. His constant pace feels so good, and the way he gazes at you makes you feel lightheaded.

“You’re- haah, so tight,” he feels how you’re spasming around him and groans, “enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he’s all out of breath now—you feel so good when you clamp down on him like that, so right, like the two of you are made for each other.

“Fuck! Yes!” You whine, your nails digging into his back, delicious jolts of electricity running along your spine when his girthy cock hits your sweet spot over and over, “Don’t stop, I’m, ugh, close-”

He doesn’t miss the way your legs wrap around his waist, preventing him from pulling away. Raising an eyebrow, he loosens his grip on your neck to bend down to your eye level, “What’s this? You want me to fill you up?”

His thrusts never decelerates and you’re too fucked out to even muster a reply, your moans nearly drowned out by the sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin.

“You want that, huh?” Although his voice drips with arrogance, he’s also reaching his limit—the sight of you with your cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open drives him to the edge of insanity. He throws his head back, groaning, shooting his load deep into your womb.

You’re still shaking when he lets go of your neck, falling on top of you. Before you can think about the consequences of your actions, the fatigue catches up with you. Your body feels heavy, like it’s being pulled to the center of the earth—and your world goes dark.

Sensing that you’re not moving, The Salesman takes a glance at you and finds out that he’s quite literally fucked you unconscious. “Hey.” he shakes your shoulders a bit, but you’re unresponsive, your chest heaving up and down.

He huffs and rolls down to your side, studying your sleeping figure with a smirk. You look so beautiful in your afterglow, your hair framing your face like a halo. Like a man possessed, he moves to your ear, mumbling—

“I like you.”

III.

You groan loudly when the scent of your colleague’s cologne invades your nostrils again, ignoring the weird looks you got from strangers boarding the oncoming train.

The Salesman bats his eyelashes at you innocently.

“No, I don’t want to play with you again.”

“Aw,” he straightens his tie, “even though you told me that you had such a good time?”

At a loss for words, you can only stare at him.

The motherfucker has the audacity to cross his arms over his chest, gasping, “Stop ogling me!”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Come on,” He scoots closer to rub the back of your hand sensually, “I know you want me.”

It’s always a game with him. You just don’t know what kind of game it is right now, and why he’s so hell-bent on having you as player two.

“Nah, I’m good. I have two bags of groceries to carry home, so good bye.”

The Salesman keeps a trained smile on his face, but his heart clenches—he doesn’t know when he started to view you differently. It was fun to pick on you at first, but he’s slowly started to feel weird around you.

Like watching an oncoming crash, he can’t bring himself to stop.

“Wait! Let me help!”

IV.

Looking back, you probably should’ve stood your ground. But it’s hard to say no to his stupidly handsome face.

Your groceries are forgotten, your apartment still dark. You probably should start cooking dinner, but instead you’re on your knees, your back pressed against the wall.

“Open up,” his eyes are as cold as ever, his lips pulled up to form a victorious smirk as he guides his leaking cock to rest on your mouth.

You find yourself obeying, allowing him to fill your mouth full of his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, already thrusting his hips, making you gag almost immediately.

“Just like that, baby,” he takes hold of the hands that’s trying to push him away and pins them against the wall, quickening, smirking down at you as you struggle to wrap your mouth around him, “You feel so good.”

Meanwhile, you’ve finally adjusted to his throbbing length. In an act of protest, you hollow your cheeks, deciding that it was your turn to dominate this man. You move your head to his pace and even quicker, your eyelashes wet with tears when you look up to glare at him.

He feels like he’s going to explode��your adorable defiance is so cute and your crying face—oh, don’t get him started on your crying face.

“Mmngh?!”

He jerks his hips sharply, moaning at how good it feels when the muscles of your cheeks tightens at the wide stretch of his cock. Oh, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you—

“Mmfh—?!”

Your muffled exclaim makes him halt and he looks down at your shocked face. Only now does the realization dawns on him that he’s accidentally said his thoughts out loud.

IV.

You no longer look up when you sense a presence sitting down next to you.

“This was a mistake.”

He’s silent, so you turn to look at him. The Salesman has a poker face on, but you can tell that he’s thinking. Contemplating.

“Honestly, stop it. I... I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

You sigh in frustration. “Look, I..” squirming in your seat, you finally confess, “I’m already in a relationship.”

“So?”

The genuine confusion in his tone makes you look at him in incredulousness. He doesn’t back down, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not asking you to love me, I’m asking you to let me love you. I don’t care if you’re married—hell, I don’t care if you have kids.”

“Wha-” You flinch away from his touch, shocked, “W-well, I care!”

“Do you?” He shoots back, his gaze sardonic, you felt like you might crumble underneath it. “Is that why you begged me to cum inside you?”

“I-”

“I know you want me.” His smile is confident, “so stop acting. You suck at it.”

You tremble, but lets him guide you away.

You’re whimpering, your hands shakily unbuttoning his dress shirt. In front of you, he chuckles, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and pushing them up and down.

“Wait, fuck,”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he murmurs, rocking you back and forth, “a purely physical relationship?”

The Salesman keeps his grudges, and right now he’s punishing you by rutting into you, sending you gasping and moaning, but he’s unrelenting—one of his arm circles your waist as he pulls you closer, his thumb starting to circle the nub of your clit.

“Fuck, please, please-”

“You want to cum?” He stops touching you and you whine in despair, leaning on his broad chest.

“Yes, yes, touch me-” you grab his hand and aligns it to your sopping wet hole, but he easily yanks his hand away.

“Say it.”

You’re close to crying now—your nerves are ablaze, but he refuses to let you reach your climax. “W-what?”

“Say you love me.” his hand hovers above your clit, “Say it.”

You know what you’re doing is wrong—but right now, all you wanted was release.

“I love you, fuck-” your body quivers when he instantly rewards you by a sharp thrust followed by his finger deliciously circling your sensitive nub, “I love you, I love you-”

He’s moaning with you now, shutting you up by kissing you sloppily on the lips, his free hand reaching to grab your hair, pulling it. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tasting you fervently.

“‘m gonna-” Before you can finish, your orgasm shakes your whole body. You can feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his length, trying to milk him dry. He groans in response and buries his face on your neck, pushing his hips up and down to chase his own high. He fucks you through your orgasm, making you scream, pounding into you raw until he shoots his load. It trickles down your pussy onto his own shaft, coating it with a thin layer of cum.

He kisses the top of your head and lays you down on the bed, your body shuddering in his arms. “Now, was that so hard?”

You look away as he wraps an arm over your naked body, pulling you close to him.

The first ray of sunlight peeks through the curtains and you realize that you only have about four hours to sleep.

VI.

It’s unusual, but you were a special case: recruiters work on the outside world so there’s really no need for them to visit the game venue, but you’ve received a special invitation.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floors as you pass by the guards. The Salesman follows you closely, ignoring the stares that he got.

“Ah, you’re finally here.”

The Salesman stops in his tracks when he sees a man in a black mask standing several steps away. The masked man puts away his mask to reveal his face and his heart drops.

“Oh, you’re here too. Have you come to watch 456 play?”

The Salesman stays silent when you smile and walk away from him to the direction of his boss, thinking— ‘so you weren’t lying after all.’

The Front Man instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, his lips claiming yours. “Long time no see,” your lover smiles as you rest your head on his chest. “I’ve been busy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you mumble. You miss having him by your side—so much so that you let another man hold you in his absence.

“Come on, the games are going to start.” None the wiser to your actions, he guides you away, taking one last look at his other subordinate, “Don’t stick around too long, the VIP’s are going to arrive soon.”

The Salesman smiles and nods, watching as you disappear behind the double doors with your lover in tow. His heart feels like it’s being stabbed and ripped to shreds—deep inside, he has held out hope that you’re lying; making up excuses to ignore the obvious chemistry between the two of you.

Now, when he closes his eyes, all he can see is the image of you kissing another man—but can he blame you? You told him the truth, he was the one who chose to keep loving you like a fool; dancing to the beat of your rhythm, losing himself in the process—

You are not to blame, he is. He’s the one at fault; he’s the one to blame.

As he turns away and walks to the direction of the exit, all he can think about is this: Your lover may have you now, but when the games are over—oh, his turn will come.

Patience. Patience. Your turn will come. He repeats it like a mantra.

Patience.

note: ok this is probably the most self indulgent fic i’ve written. first time writing smut i hope i did okay 😭 anyway english is not my first language so please be gentle with me 😭

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ditzydoe444 · 22 hours ago

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jason notices mid sex that you are clutching your teddy bear so tight with tears in your eyes, it causes him to lose all since of control

MDNI 18+

mean!jason's little sweetheart ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

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jason todd smut

you and jason had been going at it for hours like rabbits, the room was filled with the most lewd noises coming out of your mouth, skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking under his harsh thrusts. you were overstimulated to say the least, your puffy swollen folds getting abused by jason hitting all of your sweet spots. you may have pushed your luck by attempting to get on his nerves by prancing around in the tiniest silk slip on with nothing underneath just to get his attention, and now it came back to bite your ass.

“think you can do anything and just prance around however you like?” jason groaned as his large hands squeezed your waist so tight you were convinced it was going to leave marks. you shook your head, “n-no jay,” you whined pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut. jason let out a low tut, “well that’s what it seems like,” his tone sharp and unforgiving.

the sensation was all too much, jason was addicted to the way your cunt took him in, the small puffy folds accomodating his large size so well. “this fucking cunt loves me so much,” he grunted, “you’re just gonna sit there and take it? like a little whore?” jason muttered darkly. you turned to your side to see your brown fluffy teddy bear laying beside your pink frilly pillows, the innocent toy completely unaware of the lewd acts you are currently doing.

you were a mess, hair clinging to your forehead, tears streaming down your cheeks whilst saliva dribbled down the edge of your mouth. jason who was too distracted as one of his large hands went to rub your swollen clot, resulting in another pathetic whine from you, didn’t see how your fingers were itching to grab the teddy bear. the moment your fingertip tips reached the bears fluffy body you held it tight to your chest, your arms cradling it.

the moment jason’s eyes wandered up, seeing your body hugging the teddy bear so tightly like it was your lifeline, whilst your tears streamed down your face something inside him snapped. “this too much for you sweetheart? can’t even take dick can you?” he taunted, knowing how much of a brat you were at times, you shook your head, a small pathetic whine leaving your lips. “i-i can take it,” you mumbled, completely breathless whilst your body bounced with his thrusts alone.

jason let’s out a low chuckle, his head shaking slightly l, “doesn’t look like it sweetheart, you look like a whore you can’t even do her job.” a small pathetic attempt of a protest left your lips, your vision was already going blurry just from the pleasure. “can’t even take dick without hugging your teddy bear,” he raised a brow at the sight, there was just something about you hugging it that made his mind go insane. it was an adorable sight, and god he just wanted to fuck the brains out of you for it.

jason had pulled a few orgasms out of you since seeing you hug the bear, his mouth whispering filthy things in your ear. “fucking you so good you need to hug a teddy bear?” he groaned, as his thrusts continued, his balls hitting your ass. “j-jay,” you whined, as you clung onto the teddy bear tightly once more. jason scoffed, “what now sweetheart? you’re already so pathetic clinging onto that.”

“ ‘m close,” you whined, your heels digging into his lower back. “then come, isn’t that hard doll, or do you want me to help?” he grumbled on your ear, “n-need help.”

jason would coax an orgasm out of you by simply squeezing your lower stomach, for some reason you always held it in, refusing to come. you felt his rough calloused hands touching your lower stomach, squeezing it softly.

in a matter of seconds you came, squirting on his cock, coating it. “there we go, wasn’t that hard was it?” jason whispered softly as he kissed your neck, admiring how you looked with your post orgasm look.

“can’t even get yourself to come alone hm?” jason taunts as he admired watching your come leak, “j-jay, need kiss,” you whined softly with a pout. it was a thing you guys did, he would treat you like a toy, degrading you and would kiss your tears away. “i know, i know,” he cooed softly before kissing your cheeks and wiping the tears away.

#dc smut #ch: jason #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood smut #red hood x reader

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kaylin-lmfao · 2 days ago

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i saw that your requests are open, so don't mind if i do, hehe... what do u think gojo is like with a non sorcerer reader? 🤔🤔

tw: 18+! overprotective gojo, gojo’s a freaking simp, fluff that quickly turns into smut, smutty delicious spice.

i think that he’s so overprotective that it smothers you. you can’t go anywhere, can’t do anything without gojo being right there. you love him, of course, and you know he works a job that causes him to be paranoid, although you aren’t sure what that job is. he’s so gentle, so cautious with you as though he’s afraid you’ll break. he’s never met someone so pure and kind, and he doesn’t want to ruin you like he was ruined so many years ago.

he keeps his life as a jujustu sorcerer hidden from you. he never reveals what his job is, what he does, what he knows. he’s determined to keep that innocence inside of you that he loves so much alive. he doesn’t share much about himself with you, instead listening to every detail you share with him and filing it away. he hangs onto every word you say, and sometimes you think you bore him. but god, you could never bore him. he could listen to you, watch you, talk to you for the rest of his life and he would be a happy man.

he loves you unconditionally, and accepts you as you are. of course, there’s always an attitude with gojo, but there isn’t much you could do to push him away. he finally found a sweet ray of sunshine in his life of darkness, and he’ll be damned if he or anyone else snuffs it out. your relationship progresses faster than you expected, with you being unable to resist gojo’s flirty advances. you knew you should take it slow, knew you should decline his offer to go back to his apartment, but those pretty blue eyes had you swooning and giving in to him.

nsfw under the cut

he takes you back to his apartment, and you genuinely think that he will be gentle, cautious, just like he always is. but you were sorely mistaken. he isn’t gentle at all, manhandling you into positions that he wants to fuck you in. pounding into you, bruising your cervix. oh god, it hurts so good. your eyes are rolling, drool spilling from your lips, and all he does is laugh. he teases you, mocks your moans.

“gonna cum, pretty? definitely sound like it, with all your ‘ah! oh! toru!’” he mocks, and you flush red as you moan in pleasure and embarrassment. “toru’! stopppp!” you cry, whimpering as he hits that sweet spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. you moan loudly as you crash over the edge, and you feel his hips stutter as you milk him. “yeahhh, there we go, baby. such a good girl, milking me like this. my pretty little slut, yeah?” his voice is silky smooth, but you can tell that there’s an undertone of mocking and teasing. his thrusts falter as he fills you up with hot, thick ropes of cum.

“toru! you aren’t funny!!” you whine as he grins. he leans down, whispering in your ear. “m’not laughing, sweetheart. now, quit whining and be a good girl f’me, hm? not fuckin done with you yet.”

#gojo satoru fanfic #yandere gojo #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo saturo #jjk fandom #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fluff

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thefemmefatalexo · 3 days ago

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Toji SMAU - When love was always there

Chapter 13 - What comes after

Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.

warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying

an: sigh… i love him idc. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋

{chapter 12} ; {next}

taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

The drive to the location Toji sent you feels longer than it should. Maybe it’s because your mind is racing, or maybe it’s the late hour amplifying the stillness of the world outside. You pull into the dimly lit park, heart pounding, and spot him immediately—slouched on a bench, an empty whiskey bottle dangling precariously from his fingers. He looks utterly defeated, the sharp edges of his usual confidence dulled by whatever demons have led him here.

You step out of the car and approach cautiously. His head tilts slightly at the sound of your footsteps, but he doesn’t fully acknowledge you. Instead, he mumbles something incoherent, his words slurred.

“Toji.” Your voice is firm, sharper than you intended. “Get up. You’re coming with me. Your parents can‘t see you like this.“

He looks up at you with bleary eyes, his face flushed from alcohol. “Y-you came,” he slurs, his words tumbling over each other. “Missed you… swear I missed you. I’m sorry, okay? For everything. Just… I’m sorry.”

You don’t reply, don’t give him the satisfaction of even a hint of forgiveness right now. Instead, you focus on getting him upright, looping one of his heavy arms over your shoulders and guiding him to the car. His steps are unsteady, his weight pressing into you as he leans more than he should.

The entire drive back, he’s rambling. “You… you don’t get it,” he slurs, his head lolling back against the seat. “You think I’m just some… some asshole, huh? You hate me. I can’t… I hate me too, okay?” His words are fragmented but raw, the emotions behind them impossible to ignore.

You grip the steering wheel tighter, keeping your focus on the road. He keeps going, his voice breaking every now and then. “I never wanted to hurt you… never wanted to… God, you probably think I’m a piece of shit.”

You don’t respond. You just drive, his drunken words filling the silence.

When you finally reach your apartment, you manage to drag him inside. He’s heavier than he looks, and he isn’t exactly helping. As soon as you guide him into your room, he collapses onto your bed, sprawling across it like he owns the place.

“Toji, get up,” you say, exasperated.

“Nah,” he mutters, burying his face into your pillow. “This is… I’m good here.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. Instead, you sigh and kneel down, tugging his shoes off one by one. When you straighten up, his eyes are on you, glassy but sincere.

“You’re… too good,” he murmurs. “Too good for me. Always have been. Don’t deserve you… don’t deserve this.”

“Toji, just sleep,” you say, voice softer than before, despite your frustration.

He doesn’t listen. “I’m sorry,” he continues, his voice breaking. “For everything I said. For… all of it. You… you didn’t deserve that. Not you.”

Your chest tightens at his words, but you don’t respond. Instead, you awkwardly climb into bed beside him, keeping as much distance as possible.

“I mean it,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper now. “You’re… you’re the only good thing. Always have been. I just… I ruin everything.”

Tears sting at your eyes, but you blink them away. “We’ll talk in the morning, Toji,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

He nods faintly, and before long, his breathing evens out. You lie awake for a while, your mind racing with everything he’s said.

When you wake, the sunlight streaming through the window, you’re wrapped in his arms. His grip is loose but firm enough to hold you in place. You tilt your head slightly, studying his face in the soft morning light. There’s a scar on his lip, jagged and slightly faded. It hits you, a memory he once let slip years ago—that his older brother, Jinichi, gave him that scar during a fight. What had struck you most then was how casually he’d mentioned it, as if it were normal.

The thought churns uneasily in your stomach. His parents never punished Jinichi for it, just like they never seemed to care about all the other ways they neglected him. No wonder he resented his family, always carrying that bitterness like a second skin.

You carefully extract yourself from his hold, slipping out of bed without waking him. After a quick trip to the kitchen, you return with a glass of water, some painkillers, and a simple breakfast.

To your surprise, he’s already awake when you walk in. He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and you wordlessly hand him the plate.

“Thanks,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.

The two of you eat in silence, the tension in the room palpable.

When you finally break the quiet, your voice is steady but firm. “Do you want to talk about last night?”

He glances at you, then looks away, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Yeah,” he says, barely audible.

You wait, giving him the space to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, his voice low. “For… everything. I ain’t good with this… this kinda shit, but… I know I fucked up. A lot.”

“You did,” you say, your voice soft but unyielding. “And I can’t just… pretend like everything’s okay now. You’ve hurt me, Toji. A lot more than you probably realize.”

He nods, still not meeting your eyes. “I know. And I ain’t expectin’ you to just… forgive me like that. But… I’m gonna make it right. However long it takes.”

You study him for a moment before nodding. “We can try… being friends. Maybe.”

His lips twitch into something that almost resembles a smile. “Yeah. Friends.”

Neither of you mentions the way you woke up tangled in each other’s arms.

As you clear the dishes, Toji sits back, lost in thought. In his mind, he recalls waking up in the middle of the night, your face illuminated by the moonlight. He remembers thinking how beautiful you looked, how peaceful.

Your full lips had been slightly parted as you slept, and his hand had rested lightly on your hip, almost as if it belonged there. He’d never noticed the softness of your skin before, but last night it had been impossible to ignore.

It hit him then, like a punch to the gut. You were… everything. Too good, too kind, too beautiful.

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moonmaiden1996 · 2 days ago

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Thoughts on first time sex with Sanji? 😋

Firstly, I am loving these asks! Bring on more!

Secondly .... I have so many thoughts about this! First-time sex with Sanji is bound to be an experience.

Let's dive in, shall we?

18+

xxxx

If He's a Virgin

Picture this: Sanji, the suave, smooth-talking chef, is suddenly reduced to a nervous wreck—not because he’s afraid of embarrassing himself, but because he’s terrified of not living up to your expectations. This man is all in. He’s the epitome of romance, not a one-night-stand guy. If you’re letting him into your heart (and your bed), he’s determined to prove himself worthy.

The Baratie was full of stories—ex-pirates swapping tales, flirting with visiting women—let be honest, there is a ship full of hot men who can cook. Women are going to be flooding in from all over the East Blue— but Sanji? Oh, he wasn’t just about those meaningless flings and one night stand. For him, it’s about love. So here he is, a trembling yet determined wreck, ready to make your first time together as special as he’s always dreamed.

"Am I okay to…?""Of course, baby, you can touch me however you want."

He’d look at you like you’re a literal goddess—awed, almost unworthy to lay his hands on you, let alone anything more intimate. The moment he climaxes and he paints your body in his thick cum? Absolute chaos.

"My love! I am so sorry. Forgive me…!"Sanji’s voice shakes, his eyes glistening with tears as he stares down at your cum-splattered body, looking genuinely horrified at the “mess” he’s made."Don’t be… feels so good. Do it again," you purr, but immediately regret it as his nose starts bleeding, and—well—he passes out.

When he’s conscious again, he’ll be torn between watching your beautiful face as he slides his cock into you OR obsessively marveling at how your glistening pussy takes him marveling at how tightly you take him.

It is emotional, tender, and totally yours, this needy baby chef will require some serious aftercare (and probably a cold towel for that nosebleed).

xxxxx

If You’re the Virgin

Oh, now this is a whole different scenario. Sanji would be nothing short of worshipful. The fact that you—a masterpiece of beauty and grace—are entrusting him to be your first? He’s honored beyond words. And trust me, after this, no other man will ever compare. He’ll make sure of that.

In the days leading up to the big moment, he’ll pamper you endlessly: luxurious baths, gourmet meals, romantic outings—all to help you relax and feel completely at ease.

"How did you enjoy your massage, my love?" he’ll ask with that heart-melting smile, knowing full well he’s turned you into absolute butter in his hands.

Finally, when the moment comes, he’s all reverence and tenderness."So perfect," he’ll murmur as his lips graze your skin and his hands explore the softness of your thighs."Shall we begin, beautiful?" His burning gaze meets yours, and before you know it, he’s coaxing moans and gasps from you with every kiss and caress.

Sanji’s skilled hands and tongue will ensure you’re floating in a haze of pleasure before he even thinks about his own needs. But don’t worry- you will be so lost in a haze of pleasure you won't feel an ounce of pain— the only thing you will aware of when he does finally bury himself in you is how good he feels.

And don’t worry he will make sure nothing Interrupts you. He’s taken precautions to ensure no moss-headed idiot bursts in. This is your moment, and it’ll end with you lying boneless and glowing on his mattress, thoroughly pampered and loved.

xxxxx

If You’re Both Experienced

Now, this? This is a passionate dance. Clothes fly in a flurry of kisses and whispered “I love yous,” and the two of you fall onto a bed scattered with rose petals. (Sanji’s planned it, of course there are roses.)

"I adore you, Mon Cher.""Oh, Mi Amore."

This isn’t just sex—it’s love-making. Every touch, every kiss is Sanji pouring his heart out, showing you through action what his words and cooking have always expressed. By the end of it, you’ll be “his wife” which he will remind everyone at length, before stating that as such you will also be the “mother of his future children,” and ‘’possible already carrying their child.’’ If not? He’s already scheming about making that happen ASAP.

Xxxxx

Whether it’s tender and nervous, reverent and worshipful, or passionate and poetic, Sanji will make your first time together unforgettable. With this man, it’s never just about physical pleasure—it’s about love, connection, and ensuring you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

Ps Sanji will defiantly be smoking after you have sex (if you are okay with it)

Bon appétit!

#one piece #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #one peice #opla x reader #opla

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callmemonster68 · 3 days ago

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JAKE - So Wrong and So Right ( smut )

Where Jake and Y/N live in an intense and provocative forbidden passion, where desire, pain, and surrender collide. So wrong to be together, but so right to fuck.

Pairing: Jake X FemReader

Genre: Smut / Romance Dark

Warning: smut, destructive love, dark passion, pain and pleasure, , obsession, submission, toxic relationship, sexual innuendo, explicit sexual content, obscenity, vulgar language, smoking, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, overstimulation, power dynamics, intense themes of desire, pain, suggestive, penetration, sadomasochism , masochism,explicit language, climax, sex

Note: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome!

In an apartment in Seoul, the night advances, neon lights flickering through the blinds. Y/N, with heart-shaped glasses perched on her nose, smokes absentmindedly while soft music plays in the background. A knock at the door announces Jake. He steps inside, bringing with him the scent of gasoline and danger.

Y/N: (removing her glasses and looking at him with a wry smile) Took you long enough.

Jake: (leaning against the door and locking it) Always part of the game, isn’t it?

Y/N: (raising an eyebrow) What game? The one where you lie and I pretend to believe you?

Jake: (slowly approaching, his eyes burning into hers) That’s the one.

He takes the cigarette from her fingers, inhales deeply, and extinguishes it in the ashtray with a deliberate motion. She watches him, the tension between them rising.

Y/N: (whispering) You’re no good for me, Jake.

Jake: (with a crooked smile) Never said I was.

Y/N: (standing and walking to the window) But damn... I want you.

Jake: (following her, his voice low and rough) Because you like the risk. The fire. I make you feel alive, Y/N.

Y/N: (turning to face him, her voice heavy with anguish) But at what cost? Every time we’re together, I feel like I’m destroying myself...

Jake: (placing a hand on the wall beside her, leaning closer) And yet, you can’t say no to me.

A heavy silence fills the space. Y/N tries to look away, but he holds her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Jake: (whispering) Let’s stop pretending. We both know this... is an addiction.

Y/N: (tears threatening to fall) You destroy me, Jake.

Jake: (gently touching her cheek) And yet, you save me.

They kiss urgently, like two storms colliding. The passion is overwhelming, but behind it lies an abyss of pain and fear. When they pull apart, S/N steps back, breathing deeply.

Y/N: (lowering her head) This will never work.

Jake: (intensely) Who said it has to?

She laughs bitterly, returning to the sofa. He watches her for a moment, as if memorizing every detail, before sitting beside her.

The silence is broken only by the soft music and the ticking of a clock. The tension in the apartment is almost palpable. Y/N glances at Jake, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. She lights another cigarette, her hands trembling slightly.

Jake: (taking the cigarette from her and extinguishing it again, this time without looking) You don’t need that right now.

Y/N: (crossing her arms, trying to hide how much he affects her) I don’t need a lot of things, yet here I am, with you.

Jake: (leaning back, his voice a whisper full of promises) Because deep down, you know I’m the only one who understands the chaos you hide.

Y/N: (laughing sarcastically) Understand? You understand nothing, Jake. You just exploit it. You feed on my insecurities, my weaknesses...

Jake: (interrupting, gripping her wrist firmly) And you do the same to me. That’s what keeps us tied together, isn’t it? The fact that we’re the same. Two addicts to something that should’ve never begun.

Y/N tries to pull her arm away, but he doesn’t let go. Their eyes meet again, and the air becomes too heavy to breathe.

Y/N: (defiant but trembling) Let me go, Jake.

Jake: (leaning closer, his voice deep) Do you want me to let go? Or do you want me to stay? Because so far, you’ve never asked me to leave.

Y/N: (gritting her teeth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears) Because I’m weak. And you know it.

Jake: (caressing her face with his free hand) It’s not weakness. It’s just... us. We’re broken, Y/N. But somehow, we fit.

He kisses her again, this time with an almost painful slowness, as if each touch were an unspoken apology.

Y/N: (whispering between his lips) This is wrong, Jake...

Jake: (his voice hoarse, his lips still brushing hers) I know. But tell me you don’t want it. Tell me to leave, and I will.

She hesitates, her tearful eyes locked on his. For a moment, it seems she might tell him to go. But then, she pulls him closer.

Y/N: (in an almost inaudible whisper) Stay.

Jake didn’t need more words. As soon as he heard that “Stay,” he pulled her against him, their breaths mingling in a chaotic rhythm. Their connection was both tender and consuming, their movements speaking of passion and the inevitability of their bond.

The night went on, leaving them entangled in the dangerous mix of love, lust, and pain. And when the dawn began to break, neither could tell where the fire ended and the ashes began.

Jake lifted her effortlessly, their mouths never fully separating as he carried her from the couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made her heart race. For a moment, he just looked at her, as if memorizing every detail.

Jake: You’re beautiful... (he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire and filled with admiration)

She pulled him closer, her hands exploring his body beneath his shirt. The warmth of his skin against her palms made her feel alive, as if this moment was all that existed. He responded by pulling off his shirt and sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slipping away to reveal her bare skin.

Their bodies fit together like they were made for one another, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Jake took his time, exploring every inch of her, his hands trailing down to her wetness. His mouth found her breast, sucking gently, making her moan. He trailed kisses down her body, leaving her trembling beneath him.

Jake: So wet for me. (he said, his voice deep as he delivered a light slap to her dripping center)

He kissed her inner thighs before finally reaching her core. Pulling off her panties and tossing them aside, his hungry eyes locked onto her exposed heat. Without hesitation, he began licking her folds, obscene sounds filling the room as he sucked and licked her clit. His tongue worked her into spasms, her back arching as she neared her release. But just as she was about to come, Jake pulled away.

Jake: You’ve been so bad to me, always telling me how wrong we are for each other. Maybe you don’t deserve to come. (he said, his tone mocking as he pouted playfully)

Y/N: Please, Jake, for fuck’s sake, you can’t leave me like this. (she almost screamed, frustration bringing tears to her eyes)

Jake: Alright, if you want it that bad... beg for it. (he said, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed)

Y/N: Dammit. (she said, standing in front of him) What do you want me to do?

Jake: I already said, beg. (he replied casually)

Y/N: Please!? (mockingly)

Jake: I guess you don’t want it that much after all. (he said, leaning back further)

Y/N: Fine. Shim Jaeyoon, would you please fuck me senseless until I can’t think anymore? (she said sarcastically, pressing her hands together as if in prayer)

Jake: Now that’s more like it. (he said as he stood)

Jake pulled her into a fiery kiss, his hands gripping her waist. As they kissed, he spun her around and bent her over the armrest of the couch with no gentleness.

Jake: Spread your legs! (he ordered)

Y/N obeyed instantly. Without warning, he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her deeply. His right hand gripped her hair, pulling it back roughly, but not as forcefully as his thrusts—wild, hard, and fast. He yanked her hair harder, making her lift her head to meet his gaze.

Jake: Open your mouth! (he growled)

Y/N obeyed, confused but lost in the overwhelming pleasure. As her mouth opened, Jake spit into it.

Jake: Swallow it! I’ll give you everything, and you, like the good slut you are, will take it. (his tone savage)

Y/N swallowed. The vulgarity of the act, combined with his filthy words, made her walls clench tighter around his thick cock. He continued pounding into her without mercy, delivering sharp slaps to her exposed ass, leaving red marks. Each slap was met with a loud moan from S/N, who was teetering on the edge.

Jake: Look at you, begging to be fucked but unable to handle it. (he teased, delivering another slap)

That was all it took for Y/N to come undone, her arms giving out as her upper body collapsed onto the couch. Her ass remained raised, her body trembling and her mind blank. All she could do was cry out as Jake kept going.

Y/N: It’s too much, it’s too much... I can’t take it. (she sobbed, breathless)

Jake: It’s over when I say it’s over. Now be a good cum dump and let me finish. (his voice emotionless, though he was nearly out of breath)

As if his relentless thrusts weren’t enough, his hand found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, overstimulating her. S/N cried from exhaustion and pleasure, unable to control the tears streaming down her face.

Jake: That’s it, I give, you take, and you’re grateful! (his voice cracking)

A few more thrusts and Jake finally came, triggering a second orgasm in S/N. He stayed inside her for a moment, waiting for their breathing to stabilize. Then they adjusted on the couch, S/N resting her head on Jake’s shoulder as he gently stroked her hair.

Jake: You’re so good for me. No matter how painful this is, it’s worth it. (he said softly, almost soothingly)

Y/N: Yeah, we’re so good at being so wrong. (her voice sweet and sleepy)

She felt every emotion in every touch: the burning desire, the regret for the circumstances that brought them here, and the love neither dared to admit aloud. Their bodies moved together in an instinctive rhythm, while the outside world faded away.

As dawn began to break, Y/N turned in bed, watching Jake light a cigarette by the window.

Y/N: (breaking the silence) This will kill us, won’t it?

Jake: (exhaling smoke, his eyes fixed on the horizon) Probably.

She laughed softly, though sadness lingered in her eyes. He watched her for a moment before returning to bed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Jake: (his voice low) But if we’re going to die, at least it’ll be together.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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deleteddewewted · 2 days ago

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The Different Ways To Fuck Titus Headcanons

Titus x Reader

MDNI

W: NSFW, Pegging, Fingering, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dom! Reader, Sub! Titus, Chest Play, Bondage, Shibari, Oral, Handjob, Minor Somno (Consentual), Oral Fixation, Reading the Codex while sinning, Hickeys, AFAB! Reader suggested in the pegging one but most of this is GN! and doesn't mention Reader genetelia

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Titus doesn't know much about his sexual desires as most of them have been repressed but once he enters a relationship with you all of a sudden he's in need of you constantly.

Exploration comes with a romantic relationship and Titus for one is not complaining about learning.

He loves it when you take over. Control is something he doesn't easily give but, by Terra, did it feel good to give it up.

You had eased him into trying new things. From having him lay on his back and receive attention to his sex by the quick and dutiful care of your mouth, to the fixation he had developed with your hands as you slowly stroked him to completion, Titus truly enjoyed having sex when it was with you teaching him.

You had once suggested going further trying out something he had never heard of.

You had him half awake lying on his side facing you as you stroked him. He was panting and twitching with each pass you made with your thumb over the head of dick. He could feel himself inching nearer to his orgasm as you took care of him in this vulnerable state. Soft moans escaped his lips and so did needy whines for more attention to his sensitive parts.

Fingering would be another thing that he would want to try, not because he doesn't know what it is but because he wants to know how it feels. Fingers in his ports feel different and strange but erotic all the same. He doesn't know why but your fingers are electric and set his nerves on fire. If you finger his ass instead he is even more thrilled by it. By the throne, he never knew with just simple digits could get him to moan out loud and arch his back. Whatever you managed to press against inside him sent chills down his spine and he spilled his cum over his stomach and your arm in the process.

Loves it when you play with his chest. When you simply fondle them and tell him that he must need some relief only for your mouth to latch onto his nipples, it drives him up the wall. You don't touch his dick or any other part of him, just his breasts. Heavy and soft, he finds it unbearable to simply sit there and take your biting and sucking without pressing his legs tightly together. He's cummed in his underwear more times than not when you do this and he hates it because it's slow torture.

Pegging was something he never thought about as he had always been the one to fuck you but when you had suggested it he wasn't against it. The preparation was the thing he loathed the most but he was still eager and happy to try. What he wasn't expecting was that you would tie him to the ceiling of his chambers and fuck him while his legs and arms were tied behind him. You had full control over how hard and how fast he would be fucked, your strap-on making a wet sound against his skin as you thrust it into his hole. He loves how light it makes him feel, almost like he isn’t over 300lb of pure muscle. Dig your fingers into his skin, pain and pleasure are practically the same thing for him.

I’m the rare opportunity that he has time to himself to indulge in his hobbies, which is reading, he also wouldn’t mind you fucking him during this time. Ride him, give a blow job, or even fuck him against his desk as he tries to read out loud in between breathy words and muffled moans, Titus has no complains. It’s thrilling to do such debaucherous things when reading such a sacred like the Codex Astartes, it makes him cum harder he feels.

Oral fixation was not something he had saw coming as he never did understand it. He quickly came to like it as it helped muffle his screaming moans. You fingers in his mouth as he sucked them and licked them clean from your own fluids or his, to using them to have him keep his mouth open so he could cry into the room and have others hear him, there was not much he could do about your fetish to hear him enjoy himself.

Loved the hickeys you leave behind. In rare occasion would he ever be nude in front of his brothers but I’m the occasions he is he is always met with questions or concern. You leave him looking like he had been mauled by a Tyranid or some other beast. Little did they know that as you two made love in his chambers you were sucking and biting at his body with the intention of leaving behind dark bruises and marks. Little did they know that such an action left him with tears in his eyes as he gasped for breath as the sensation overwhelmed him.

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goddessxdivine · 3 days ago

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SydCarmy’s sex life based on this @thoughtfulchaos773 reply:

love this take because i also see a lot of ppl saying syd is the dominant one. and i don’t disagree but …. she’s the golden retriever. i think the black cat/golden retriever dynamic suits Carmy and Sydney, respectively. the black cat/golden retriever are both dominant and leaders but it just depends on when. this dynamic has two people that are dominant in different ways at different times, especially depending on their mood.

in the black cat/golden retriever dynamic, i think syd is dominant in a golden retriever way. black cat can be seen as more nonchalant than golden retriever. black cat isn’t always going to bring the excitement so they can hang back while golden retriever does the talking and socializing but black cat can take the reins when necessary. whereas golden retriever is more sociable and energetic so its easier to consider them as dominant. but when golden retriever has used up all their energy, black cat can step up in the role of being dominant.

i think syd and carm are that het relationship we see often in real life, the one where the woman is the more lively one and she’s headstrong. think about the kind of girl who has her opinions and will voice them, and has her own threshold for the kind of bullshit she’ll accept. again, she’s headstrong. which to everyone else makes her the leader of their relationship. this may be true. she may oftentimes steer the ship except in the bedroom

for some reason the only real life example i can think of is Rihanna. there’s this discourse of whether Rihanna is dominant or submissive sexually (it’s no one’s business really, but for the purposes of this). if you’ve seen the conversation around this then you’re familiar with the idea that Rihanna is a strong woman, who is a leader, and doesn’t take bullshit. in the bedroom, however, she does not mind being led at all.

the kind of woman who will go toe to toe with a man over what they consider worth it, is the same woman who will let a man she considers worth it to tell her “lay down, spread your legs, let me see that throbbing juicy puss”

not trying to be weird as i say this, but i speak from personal experience. and the conversation feels reductive and the verbiage feels like a setback for women’s rights advancement lmao but bear with me. as someone who is considered “a mouthy woman”, the only time I’ll allow a man to tell me to shut up is sexually. I’d never let a man talk to me crazy. matter of fact, most men i come across learn quickly that I don’t play those games lol but when it comes to sex, there something enticing about a man who knows how to take the lead. and this doesn’t mean he has a lengthy resume of sexual experience. it just means that he knows how to be in command.

this to me, is Sydney and Carmy’s relationship. the way people are socially can be but is not always telling of how they are in the bedroom. specifically in social situations, you may see Syd be more talkative and command the room (think: the Ever funeral) but that doesn't necessarily mean she's always in command. i think sexually it’s 60/40 (not a real estimate lol) where he’s dominant at least 60% of the time and the other 40% is left to circumstance. unless your romantic relationship has an established "this is my dom, i am a sub" dynamic, most relationships are going to shift between who takes the lead. this is where I can see the "Syd is a dom and Carm is her sub" idea.

sexually, Carmy is likely to be so in tune with Syd and her body that he’s the metronome ensuring the tempo and the pitch of her sexual pleasure. this is where i think the "Carmy is a munch" idea is very accurate. he wants to make her feel good and know he's the reason she does. but because the dynamic shifts who is in the lead, there are times where she's the one saying "lay down . i want to make you feel good" or "get on your knees, eat me"

tl:dr Carmy is usually more sexually dominant than Syd but they switch

#sydcarmy #the bear #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #carmy x sydney #the bear fx

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ceratedfish24 · 1 day ago

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Do you think its possible to ship Scott and scar?

I love Scott/Scar!! Scar loves Disney, and Scott loves musicals. They would watch so many movies together. Additionally, in his in-person streams, we can pretty clearly tell that Scott likes to do things while listening to his friends yap and yap and yap. I genuinely think that Scott is one of the few people who would take genuine pleasure in listening to Scar talk about Star Wars. It would be like a podcast that he can chirp in on once in a while. He just enjoys having someone around to talk so passionately about something, while Scott cooks or works on a build or whatnot. Infinite excited yapping + infinite genuine patience is a dynamic we’re all looking for, I feel.

They. Would. Play. DND together. Scar has been wanting to try DND, and Scott plays and DMs! I think Scott would love to teach Scar how to play. Plus, Scott’s patience can be a bit necessary when teaching someone how to play for the first time. Scar really wanted to play DND while dressing up, and I think Scott would match his energy. <3

They’re both very artistic. Their home would be so colorful and covered in art and cats.

Scar may not be the best at staying alive, but that man can be a very deadly player. Scar’s unabashed talent for violence + Scott’s social skills would make a very dangerous combination. Furthermore, Scar is one of the few people to turn down someone else’s sacrifice. Pearl begged for Scar to kill her at the end of Secret Life, but Scar refused to take her life cheaply. Scott’s whole thing is sacrificing himself for his loved ones. Unstoppable force versus immovable object. Scott is NOT used to having somebody who just wants to protect him and take care of him and who people are genuinely intimidated by. I think he would find himself incredibly attracted to protective, unrelenting, charming Scar.

On the other hand, Scar would find himself remarkably attached to loyal, honest, sure-footed Scott. I mean, those all seem to be qualities that Scar really likes in a teammate. Grian, Cleo, and Lizzie have always known exactly what they wanted, and he loved being Grian’s teammate when Grian was loyal to him. Cleo, Lizzie, and Jimmy always knew exactly which team they were loyal to, and they were always open about it. Scott finds communication to be so important, and he’s so loyal that he would rather give up his social game to follow his allies to wherever they’re going as opposed to staying in his comfort zone. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to fight for it. Scar would appreciate having someone so confident in themselves and in what they want. I think it gives him peace of mind to be sure of people’s loyalties and intentions.

Thank you for the ask!! <3

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thoughtfulchaos773 · 3 days ago

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Sorry my English isn’t great but Can we have more thoughts on Syd & Carm and sex? How do you think they would both go about interacting with it and each other if we ever got a scene of them like that? (Which I don’t think we will but one can hope 😭)

Don't apologize! Fun fact- I used to write E fanfiction, but nothing for sydcarmy (yet maybe in the future)

But if we're talking cannon: it would happen in the daylight similar to the table scene. Morning after and just the beginning. There wouldn't be anxiousness from Carmy in the morning or showing Carmy's mind somewhere else. He's very present with Sydney and always aware of where she's at. She takes space in his head anyway - so sex would be all about her pleasure and strong eye contact.

You know what would be great for me? They don't even have to show explicity sex, show me the morning after Sydney has spent the night and Carmy is ready to go down on her- she's the first thing on his mind in the morning and she's in bed- with him, post sex? Yeah, he's not wasting a moment.

After all, it’s FX—it's an MA-rated show, so we already expect explicit love scenes and how they will be portrayed. Give us a good surprise! They've already shown explicit positions of certain characters, so why not illustrate how things are different this time?

Here are my thoughts on Sydney and Carmy: it's a popular belief that Sydney is the dominant one, I think Carmy actually holds a more dominant role in bed, at least at first. There’s a suggestion that in the end, Sydney will always have emotional power over him; she has his heart in her hands and ultimately calls the shots when it comes to the core of their relationship.

I think based on the show- Sydney has a praise kink, but it seems to be specific to Carmy. She pokes fun at Marcus in the show when he gives her praise. But Carmy gives her praise? She melts. So imagine Carmy giving her so much praise during sex?

Their relationship shows how Carmy pulls vulnerability out of her when he reads her. Being a dominant partner is a skill; it helps the more submissive partner switch off their racing thoughts and open up. For the submissive partner to really let go, they’ve got to trust that their dom will catch them if they fall. If the dom doesn’t support them, that’s when problems come up.

Sydney and Carmy play these roles on the show, dont they? and it's a challenge. Carmy is working on being someone Sydney can rely on to catch her when she falls, and for Sydney, she knows how scary it is to completely give in. When Carmy is confident enough, he reassures her by saying things like, “I won’t let you” showing that he’s up for the challenge and ready to give her what she needs. He's ready to care for her because she cares for so many people- so wouldn't it be nice for her for someone to take care of her? To make her happy and satisfied?

For Carmy, stepping into the dom role is great practice. He wasn't really feeling it when Claire was leading the chase; she lead the getting his number, in their private scene notice she's the one leading the questions to get to know him more, she's the one in the morning telling him "everything is fine" the morning after- Claire is the one on top of him while Carmy sits up at night.

Carmy wants to build enough confidence to take charge himself with Sydney, and after she gives over, he looks to Sydney for a bit of reassurance, asking her if she liked what happened. He’ll gently ask her to share what she enjoys and what doesn’t work for her - Carmy is the one who leads with questions.

Even if Carmy is the dominant one, Sydney won't make it easy for him. She doesn't make it easy for him anyway, and he deserves to be questioned and challenged as she does in canon.

#thanks for the ask #sydney has a praise kink #this is morning writing but thoughtful chaos opinions #because Carmy always cherishes in the show when Sydney gives in #sydcarmy

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 2 days ago

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fight the future part 2

waaaah! what a point we left off on last night. i want to leave a few random thoughts here so that you must click the “read more” link and therefore i shall prevent the girlies who, like me, are only now getting around to watch txf, from major spoilers….

so, thoughts of no particular importance:

scully likes her soda sweet and takes pleasure in teasing mulder :)

mulder is a big ol softie and he seems to not drink alcohol very often (BUT he does occasionally go to the bar)

and they live in different parts of the city! i assumed they lived closer because they are always at each other's place

i like scully's outfit :)

skinner is like an uncle to me

okay, an actual recap beneath the read more link...

i left off last night with the syndicate promising to take away what mulder loves most… what he cannot live without (dramatic cut to scully). the virus is mutating and maybe earth has been a pawn of the aliens this whole time. and since mulder and scully and kurtzweil know this, they must be dealt with. dun dun DUUUUN!

girl, i don’t watch this show for the aliens, i watch it for the slowburn and vague spooky aesthetic. so i hope they figure out the black oil and what not.

but the black oil made the fireman have an alien baby… is it because he was cold? they don't usually get to keep those exposed to the alien virus cold. or is it because the virus that the fireman caught had mutated to the point of producing new life? why didn’t krycek and mulder and all the russian gulag guys have an alien baby when they got oiled up?

shrugs. who tf knows.

so, i left off at 54:42, and now i must reload the DVD to this point in time. the DVD is so fuzzy and the captions are different from what they are actually saying which is equal parts endearing and annoying, lmao

okay. back to scully and her very cool suit in the desert. she had to have been hot as hell.

well, it doesn’t look like much of a dig site, but mulder makes scully pinky promise that the fossils were infected with the same stuff she saw at the morgue.

insert that (it fucken wimdy) fox here as mulder’s hair and suit gets blown around in the desert

ooo, how convenient! a brand new playground right over where once a dig site lay. mulder is going to sniff around that newly installed grass, point out that it is brand new, and then talk to some local kids on bikes.

they kids say they can’t talk about it and they don’t believe that they’re FBI agents. and why is this?

“cause y’all look like door-to-door salesmen” <- LMAOOOOO, SCULLY’S SMILE I’M DYING!!

well, a quick show of the badge gets 'em to snitch. so much for the shady government's bribery for silence with new bikes. and off the agents go, in the direction these small children point.

RACING DOWN A DESERT ROAD IN A WEIRD LITTLE CARRR YEAHHHH!!!! SUCH IS THE LIFE OF OUR FAVORITE AGENTS!!!!

LMAOOOO they don’t know which way to go… scully says right and mulder says left… so he barrels ahead straight BAHAHAHHA

“fives years together scully, how many times have i been wrong? never! not driving, anyway” <- LMAOOOO this is a terrible thing for a man with no sense of direction to say

shoutout to this little grey nondescript car going on quite the adventure

as always, i wonder what they talk about as they drive for hours and hours…. it’s night by the time they roll up to a…. fence?

ohhh, scully is mad :(

“this is great, this is fitting”

“of what?”

“i have to be in washington DC in 11 hours for a hearing, the outcome of which might possibly effect one of the biggest decisions of my life, and here i am in nowhere, texas, chasing phantom tanker trucks” <- AWW MY GIRL IS STRESSED TF OUT!! and can you blame her?!?

too bad they didn’t have zoom back then to do a virtual hearing…

she’s about to tell him she does NOT have time to track down alien viruses (and it is so funny that she straight up asks what he isn’t telling her) when a train appears!!!! time for more chasing!!!

bro is driving up a hill….. and they see something weird…. domes?? big glowy domes??? in the distance!!!!

use the large man to forge through the cornfields that are mysteriously growing in the desert!!! this is an excellent tactic, scully!!

what if the corn has smallpox? like those bees and the honey that we saw before?? please be careful!!

dome time. why does the door open right up when they approach!!! and more it wimdy time as their hair blows about!!! yeah, scully, fix that wind tossed hair!!

the inside of the dome is temperature controlled and making a weird humming noise. mulder puts his head to the ground as if he’s listening for the floor’s heartbeat.

NOOOO, THE BEES ARE RELEASED!!!! the smallpox bees!!!!! or some other virus-having bees!! SHE CAN’T SEE WHERE SHE IS GOING SO HE GUIDES HER THROUGH THE BEE STORM.......... OHHH MY GOD….

he asks if she got stung and her hair is all messed up :(

what if we were coworkers and i was blinded by bees so you took my hand and led me through the storm...........

RUN!!! helicopters approach!!! escape into that cornfield!!! she gets down, but he keeps running.

NOOO, HE CAN’T FIND HER!!!! he’s doing his famous “scully” screaming!!!! WAHHHH

(i always admire how he never seems to have to inhale before letting out the longest "SCULLLLLYYYYYYY" of all time)

after lots and lots of screaming, they find each other, and i imagine they will also swear off corn mazes for the rest of their life. which is probably fine because they didn't have much appeal anyway

NOOOOOOO, scully is almost late for her hearing, but is now dramatically trying to make herself look okay before going before the scary panel, and not appear as if she has been attacked by smallpox bees…. she wants to make a good impression :(

she’s trying to present the fossils to the panel!!! they don’t seem to like that she went back to dallas

meanwhile, mulder is back at that dingy bar. which has a big moose on the wall. to talk with kurtzweil!!!

NOOOOOO…. a bee is on scully's neck….

kurtzweil only guesses that the crops and bees are for spreading a virus, which is NOT pleasing to mulder. fight fight fight in the alley!!!! how do you only take a GUESS about that critical information?

OH NO, SOMEONE IS WATCHING HIM!!!

back to mulder's apartment and the fishies, and he looks through a scrapbook… he has a scrapbook in his desk?? from his father? or is it a bunch of pictures from his childhood he put together himself? hard to tell, but either way, a surprising detail for him. and he finds kurtzweil in there!!! hanging out at a picnic!! oh shit, he really must have known his father!!

(i kind of thought he might have been lying about the whole thing)

scully arrives. “what’s wrong?” “salt lake city, utah. transfer effective immediately” <- NOOOOO, SHE CAN’T DO UTAH!!!! she needs her caffeine!!

so she handed in her letter of resignation….

oh my god, i can tell i’m going to want to quote this whole thing and my fingers cannot move fast enough

SHE DEBATED ON EVEN TELLING HIM IN PERSON??? she was just going to DIP??

“we are close to something here! we’re on the verge”

“you’re on the verge, mulder. please don’t do this to me” ohhhh…. oh scully….

WHAT?!?!?!??

“i need you on this” “you don’t need me, mulder. you never have. i’ve just held you back” <- YOU CAN’T SAY THAT??? YOU DID THE SCIENCE AND FOUND OUT THERE WAS A VIRUS?? look at his face when she says that…..

oh, he is not going to let her walk away!!!!!!

(what is on his wall…. it looks like some sort of architectural art print thingy)

angry man follows her out!!!!

“why did they assign me to you in the first place, mulder? to debunk your work. to rein you in, to shut you down”

“but you SAVED ME!” <- OH MY GOD….. i knew she saved him, we all knew she saved him, but to hear HIM tell HER that information will make me fall to my knees and WEEP

“as difficult and frustrating as it’s been sometimes, your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over” OHHHHH MY GOD…. tell her what she means to you…

“YOU KEPT ME HONEST. YOU MADE ME A WHOLE PERSON” MY JAW DROPPED????? did he feel like a half person before her????? oh my GOD?? i feel like i always type "tell her what she means to you" and it NEVER happens, which makes this incredibly satisfying to hear

“i owe you EVERYTHING. and scully, you owe me nothing” OH MY GOD???????? oh my god. hey hi guys!!! can you hear me screaming??

(augh... still losing it over this line after watching it all. the writers so clearly favor him and his worldview and just writing his character in general so to hear mulder acknowledge that he owes scully is just... so perfect)

“i don’t know if i want to do this alone. i don’t even know if i can. and if i quit now, they win”

oh she’s crying….. and they hug…….. and he bends over to hold her head….

AND SHE KISSES HIS FOREHEAD…….??

(still screaming about this btw. stand on your tippie toes to kiss that freak, scully. oh, the intimacy of a forehead kiss, it's always going to punch me in the gut)

and he holds her face while she cries…. are they gonna kiss……. OH MY GOD THEY’RE GOING TO KISS?? THE MUSIC GOT ALL INSTRUMENTAL??

NOOOOO!!! something happened. okay, hold on, i need to watch all of this again for my own sake.

she got stung by the smallpox bee, but hold on. i need to see this again. i need to see this man desperate and telling her she deserves the world once more. look at her crying. oh my GOD. are these tears of goodbye??!!! and the forehead kiss…. how he puts his hands on her face, and she has a hand behind his neck…….

AND THEY BOTH LEAN IN FOR THE KISS, BUT HE APOLOGIZES…….

“ow! jesus!” “i’m sorry” oh, he looks so embarrassed to have violated a boundary- OHHH MY POOR MULDER, YOU SOPPING WET TEDDY BEAR- so she clarifies that “no, something stung me”

she pulls the whole bee out and he peeks into the back of her shirt to try and see what happened, rubbing the back of her head to comfort her (hey guys. oh my god??!? are we all seeing this or is this some sort of figment of my imagination??)

“mulder? something’s wrong” he’s still grabbing her shoulders and he says “what” so softly…

“i’m having lancinating pain in…” “what?” “my chest”

this diva… she might be dying but she is going to use the medically accurate words for what she is experiencing… and i love that about her <3

“my motor functions are being affected” she says as he’s trying to hold her, panicking, saying her name

oh my GOD (again. hey god. i keep invoking your name. i just wanna say thank you for these characters) he lays her down on the floor, but she has just enough energy to say that she has no allergies, so this cannot be anaphylactic shock!

NOOOOO!!! he calls 911, but as they take her into the ambulance, the paramedics think it’s an allergic reaction and are ignoring mulder when he says it might be a virus!!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK??? THE DISPATCHER PULLS OUT A GUN AND SHOOTS HIM IN THE HEAD????

my jaw is ONCE AGAIN on the floor………… what the fuck!!!! how are they going to get out of this sticky situation!!

meanwhile, an infected body is being brought somewhere…. to CSM!!!

WAIT, SHIT, IT’S SCULLY????????? i thought it would be the fireman from before who exploded!!!!

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER, YOU SICK FUCK??!!

who is bickering over mulder……? THE LONE GUNMEN YAAAAY! “cowardly lion, scarecrow, and… toto” <- AWWW he can’t even be mean to byers because everyone loves him

so they must not have aimed at his head very well if he can still speak...

he wants to go get scully now, but ENTER SKINNER!!! “mulder, EASY, EASY, you’re staying right there!!!” <- OHHHH SKINNER…. this man wants to just go find his partner, but needs skinner to remind him he literally almost JUST died…….. skinner points out that "they" will know if he leaves!!!!

“tell me where she is, i’ll look” “i don’t KNOW WHERE SHE IS, but i know someone who might” (oh, he’s so whiny when he says that………)

(god. after seeing it all, i'm imagining skinner going instead of him to find her. i mean, i know mulder never would have let that happen, but just picture some sort of alternate universe where it did, and all of the things that i write about next took place between skinner and scully... it would have been very interesting)

((and my god, skinner's desperation, offering to go in his place...... he really loves them both. i get choked up about it))

langley wants to help. “what can we do?” “you can strip byers naked” “what?!” “i need your clothes” AWW, POOR TOTO!!!

i have rewatched this scene like 5 times because they put crack in skinner forcing him to lay back down. mulder takes off the bloody headband…….

and he gets out wearing byers slash toto's clothes!!!! run, run man who just got shot in the brain!! i am sure that this is a good thing for you to be doing instead of resting!!! (heavy on the /s)

i know skinner was mad as hell to see him go LMAO. alas. he is an unstoppable force.

kurtzweil is loitering about an alley, presumably waiting for mulder, when WELL-GROOMED MAN APPEARS!! leave him alone……. but no, he is not alone, for someone else pulls into the alley…

mulder’s at the bar, and it seems his presence has killed the party vibe. he runs out the back, looking for kurtzweil, but well-groomed man is closing the trunk!!! he says he’s come and gone!! oh lord!

well-groomed man says that if mulder gets in the car, he will give him the location of scully and how to save her……… and he gets in the car, very suspiciously… where are they taking him?! this has to be a trap.

well-groomed man says he has vaccine and her coordinates. and it has to be administered VERY SOON.

so it’s NOT smallpox in the bees this time, it’s an alien virus from the original inhabitants of this planet.

so the aliens never fully left?? because they were the first ones here on earth. they went underground and evolved into a pathogen??? waiting to be reconstituted and use us as hosts. and we have no defense.

huh! answers! how rare are those for this franchise? i still wanna know about the alien bodies with the vaccine scars in arizona, though, from the anasazi arc. i have a feeling they will never come. but i WANT them.

so, well-groomed man (and i assume the rest of the syndicate) thought that the mass infection would simply make us a slave race, but it began to gestate??

man. y’all gotta stop trying to make scully have babies. make mulder have the babies. he has the oil in him!!!

so they’ve been working to secretly develop a cure. but mr. mulder didn’t buy the whole plot.

“he sacrificed my sister. he let them take samantha”

“without a vaccination, the only true survivors of the viral holocaust will be those immune to it- human-alien clones. he allowed your sister to be abducted to be taken to a cloning program for one reason”

“so she would survive… as a genetic hybrid”

OH SHIT!!! so was mulder NOT the favorite child??!

not sure how i feel about getting so much rapid fire plot explanation in one hefty dose after a slow and tiny drip for 5 seasons. and the retconning this does of the existing lore...

“your father chose hope over selfishness. hope, the only future he had: his children” <- well. he still let the aliens take her. like, i get maybe he was trying to do the right thing, but i’m not sure how much that’s worth when that was his baby girl that he gave to the aliens.

and he hoped that mulder would fight the future (woohoo!! they said the name of the movie!!) and uncover and stop the project. no fucking pressure, right?? geez. mr. mulder and i need to fight it out.

well-groomed man says that soon he will die, and that he is telling mulder about this whole evil plot for the sake of his own children, hoping he can stop it. but he doesn’t answer where kurtzweil is…

mulder would like to get out of the car NOW. is he gonna hitchhike from some random alley?

OH SHIT, well-groomed man says he was ordered to kill kurtzweil AND mulder, and he WHIPS OUT A GUN and KILLS THE DRIVER?!! BLOOD!! AND BRAINS!! ALL ABOUT!!

“trust no one, mr. mulder”, he says

so the colonists don’t know the vaccine exists?! i guess that gives them hope! they just have to make a ton of it!

"find agent scully!!!! go now!!!" (well-groomed man pulls out his little gun again and tells mulder to gtfo)

OH SHIT!!!! he gets back in the car and it blows up!!!!!!!!!!!

look at that rumpled, bloodied mulder on the ground…….. his shirt unbuttoned a little at the top….

it is a good look.

RIP my bestie well-groomed man… sorry i called you the wrong name for 800 years… it was for consistency’s sake…. you weren’t a great guy, but i guess you did what counts in the end

(unfortunately i knew he was going to die because that time i googled his name to make sure i was spelling it right (and i wasn't), i sadly encountered spoilers. but this is still a bummer. now his grandson has broken legs AND no grandpa. rough day for the kid)

let’s go to antarctica now!!! LMAOOOOO it’s mulder in a big jacket driving a…. thingy!!! he’s gonna find her, don’t you fucking doubt it for a minute!! even if the fuel is low and it is hard to see!!!

(after seeing the whole film i'm laughing because they did not include any context at all as to how he GOT to the end of the world right away to go rescue her. i am pretty sure you cannot simply roll up to antarctica, especially on such a time crunch. but you know, i guess the plot had to happen)

NOOOOO the fuel 💔 he's all out!

okay, so he’s at the exact coordinates where well-groomed man said he would find scully, but doesn’t see anything except for a rocky hill. climb that hill!!! see what is on the other side with your binoculars!!

and what is on the other side? igloos!!!! and vehicles!!!! it looks like the empire strikes back out here!!

NOOOOOOO, he falls into a sinkhole!!!!!!! not after he just got shot!!!!! this has to hurt so bad!!!! his poor head!!!

he decides to go deeper into the cavern, where i fear some aliens may be in there.

me, anytime i see a cave system: oh, this is JUST like skyrim

he finds a whole labyrinth with all sorts of cave and crypts and people buried in the snow……….

back on the surface, it’s CSM driving the antarctic buggy thing outside the igloos? wow. he is multi-talented, i guess. i wonder when he got his cold weather buggy driving certification. his resume must be so long

mulder is still exploring this… underground city thingy. it looks like blackreach. to me. there’s some sort of conveyor belt thingy.

he must find his scully!!!! and not slip…..

NOOOOO, he fell down a giant slide!!! AGAIN, his poor head!! please don’t fall into the abyss!!! is the vaccine okay??? did it crack and spill everywhere? eeek, that gave me vertigo!!!

okay, so death by falling from a tall place has been narrowly avoided.

NOW WHERE IS SCULLY???? he finds her clothes and her necklace!!!!!

these people are in ice cubes, and she must be in there somewhere!!!!

he found her in an ice cube or glass tube-y looking thing all naked and frozen, and he’s bonking it, trying to get to her :(

CSM realizes there is some sort of breach while mulder is trying to break scully free from the goop and ice. and he is trying to inject her with the vaccine…. is she even in there????

oh my god, there is some sort of like… tube thing?? it’s coming out of her mouth????

oh my GOD, stop torturing her!!!!!!

(gagging thinking about the mouth tube in retrospect. icky!!!!!)

he breaks her free!!!! “cold. i’m cold” “i’ll get you out of there” SHE IS GOING TO FREEZE!!! WE NEED TO GET HER A BLANKET NOWWWW

CSM says everyone in the base needs to evacuate NOW, but mulder won’t make it out, so they don't have to bother trying to track him down

god, he’s laying her down like the pieta, and wrapping her in his coat….

(i hope he pocketed her necklace; i couldn't tell if that happened or not)

the scientists and CSM are fleeing as mulder tries to haul her up the ladder…. but all of the goop and ice chambers are melting!!!!! the aliens!!! they will get loose, won’t they??

she says she can’t keep moving, so he hauls her over his shoulder…….. but the alien!!!!!

she can’t grab the vent because she’s out cold!!!! and the alien is getting mad!!!! there is no time for all of this!!!!!

mulder must give scully CPR while the angry beasts look around……..

SHE OPENS HER EYES!!!!! and he's holding her head, telling her to breathe…

“mulder… i had you big time” <- OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD…. their smiles at each other…………

(this will devastate me for a few centuries at least)

meanwhile, all of the aliens are breaking free, and they are mad!!!!!! are they going to get his legs???

crawl through the vents!!!! get out into the ice!!!! pull that poor scully around like a rag doll before everything blows up!!!!!

it’s all falling in and the ice is collapsing!!! run, mr. track star, run!!!!

NOOOOOOO, THEY FALL!!!!!!!

so this whole base thing they just escaped from.... it’s a giant UFO??!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which is now flying away from them???!!!?

he wants scully to see, but she can barely open her eyes….

(appreciate the commitment to preventing scully from seeing these things LMAO)

are they just going to lay down and die out here??! holding each other????

now she’s holding him!!!!!!!!! cradling his head!!!! ANOTHER pieta tableaux!!!!!! oh!!!!! how tf are they going to get out of there???????

GIANT HOLE where once a spaceship was!!!!!

well. SOMEHOW, they escaped. and how? this is never answered. which, like the lack of context as to how mulder got to antarctica, is deeply amusing to me. the writers didn't think about it that hard. i feel like they never do. still, i feel deprived of a scene where skinner comes and saves them!

scully is before the hearing team again!!! they don’t believe her report!!

so they’re burning down the crops and saying that they cannot investigate what she wrote in her report.

she angrily approaches and presents the honey bee, saying she doesn’t think the FBI has a team that can handle the evidence she has presented!!!!!!

skinner looks at the lady in charge... what does he want to say to her……..

and mulder reads a news report about the “fatal hanta virus outbreak in northern texas” being contained. was he waiting for her??? outside of her hearing!!! :(((

they’re just going to bury this, too…… she told them everything

she wants to go over their heads, but he doesn’t!!! “how many times have we been here before, scully? right here, so close to the truth. and now with what we’ve seen and what we know, to be right back at the beginning with nothing!”

“this is different, mulder”

“no, it isn’t! you were right to want to quit, you were right to want to leave me, you should get as far away from me as you can. i’m not going to watch you die, scully, because of some hollow, personal cause of mine. go be a doctor. go be a doctor while you still can”

“i can’t. i won’t. mulder, i’ll be a doctor, but my work is here with you now. that virus that i was exposed to- whatever it is, it has a cure. you held it in your hand. how many other lives can we save? look…. (she grabs his hand) if I quit now, they win”

so they walk off, holding hands :,)

WAHHHHHHH. "my work is here with you now" (LOUD SOBBING. SHE FOUND HER PLACE IN THE FBI)

cutscene to tunisia, where CSM finds another cornfield in the desert!!! so there must be more of these dome thingies. ohhh, they know him in tunisia. and he brings up mulder; “oh that name, again and again” LMAOOO get him random tunisian guy

“one man alone cannot fight the future” <- YEAH, WELL HE’S NOT ALONE. HE HAS SCULLY AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. IDIOT!!

(CSM hands a paper to the tunisian guy, who walks away sadly)

it says…. X FILES REOPENED!!!!!!!!!!! YEAHHH BABY, WE ARE SOOO BACK!!! go sadly smoke in a desert cornfield, you murderous dweeb!!!

THAT IS THE END????

wait, hold on i better watch the credits for all this. there is even a song playing. and it sounds very 90’s.

so!!! they simply moved to a new alien plant farming base in tunisia???

so where do we go from here? how are they going to destroy all the other domes of evil bees and toxic corn and alien bases? what about the aliens who got loose from the collapse of that ship? did they get crushed or are they Out There? will the alien colonists know that there is a vaccine now because scully was saved, or will the humans be able to cover it up?? i have so many questions as to what just happened and also what will happen next!!!

(pauses to cheer at gillian’s name in the credits)

blythe danner is a hell of a name.

woah…. what am i thinking about?

i am thinking about how scully wants to save lives. forever and ever. and how mulder wants The Truth, and therefore their wants intersect, even if they approach it through different methods. and i am thinking about mulder wrapping scully’s naked and frozen body in his jacket and then stopping amid alien explosions to give her CPR. “had you big time”

and i am thinking about how there was no in-story explanation for them getting out of antarctica. but you know what? it doesn’t matter 💔

(i lied. it does matter to someone like me who needs continuity or my eyeballs start twitching)

and i am thinking about scully steadying mulder on their commitment to move forward.

and i am thinking about the scene in the hallway, the way he told her that needs her, that he is nothing without her…

wait, what the fuck? i left the credits on, and now the foo fighters are singing

okay. “i’m on your back”, they are singing. right, right.

see, i was really lost in thought there, but the fighting of the foo just threw me off.

oh my god. “i cannot be without you, matter of fact”, they sing, and yeah, that’s Them.

thinking of scully cradling his head as he lays in the ice……

thinking of the attempted kiss, and how mulder apologized because he thought he was violating a boundary (especially after scully had told him to “go home, you’re drunk” a few days before) and how he thought he somehow hurt her, but it was a sting!! it wasn't him that hurt her or broke her trust!!! and how scully described all of her symptoms with medical accuracy as she fell so that he could tell the doctors what she was feeling…

and i am also thinking of skinner trying to shove mulder back into the hospital bed………

wow. i have so much to think about. forever and ever. and i can just rewatch this whenever i want.

so, what did i actually think of the movie?? i liked it!! the dialogue was great and the character development was (chef’s kiss). it was weird to have so much plot when we are used to all of the alien stuff being slooooowly drawn out. and then well-groomed man was like “let’s have a story time in the car before i blow everything up!” which felt tonally off after 5 seasons of veeeeery slowly learning information about the aliens and the syndicate (and then half the time, whatever we do learn about the overall mythology of the series is immediately called into question, leaving us with only murky ideas, such as "there are aliens" and "they can change shape" and "the green goo kills them")

what matters is putting our characters in a situation and seeing how they play out. i don’t really tune in for the aliens. and while i do wish there was more consistency in the myth arc, again, ultimately that is not what i’m tuning in for. i watch for the undying devotion and some general spookiness.

so the aliens turning into people, or oil going into people and growing into aliens... or the oil BEING the virus that mutates and gets you alien pregnant... i don’t really understand that. so they had to cut krycek’s arm off so he didn’t grow an alien baby? and mulder, like, burned his out or something?

or was it the virus that causes you to grow an alien??? and that virus is from the bees and not from the oil? but the fireman that had the whole chest burster thing was hit by the OIL, not a bee!! did they put the oil in the crops and then the bees pollinate the crops and then they sting you and the oil goes in?? or is it evolved from the virus???

girl. i just don’t know.

skinner :((((( my uncle :((((((

AND THERE ARE EXTRA FEATURES!!

oh boy, i will surely have lots more to say at some point in the future, but now i want to see the EXTRA FEATURES. this is big for me, because i barely know anything about the behind the scenes stuff. so i shall learn here and now.

#wow! what a journey!#i took these notes about a week ago and there is still so much i am thinking about and processing #the dual pieta scenes of cradling limp bodies in particular... yeah <3 #the lore? doesn't make any sense to me. i feel like that meme where someone says “don't worry about it kitten” “okay yay❤️”#i think the rapid fire plot exposition felt very Off due to that Not Being A Thing in the show #but it was a very good film and i am happy to know it exists and that i can watch it again and again and again!#juni's x files liveblog #the x files #txf

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shelter-clangen · 9 hours ago

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What is Dear's and Kindread's (i can only hope thats how it is written i forgot so fast) relationship? Friends, cat married, something else?

Love their designs!

man I dunno. “companions” is the only word that works for them

I think unless I make things like…really clear, or I spell it out for you guys directly, the majority of the relationships in this comic are going to be weird as fuck and strange and indescribable and,,unbelonging to any sort of definition or creed. And that’s kinda the nature of things when you’re dealing with a group full of violent individuals and cannibals that are all at least a little unnerving and creepy in their own ways all living together and trying to cooperate as a team instead of slaughter each other ! Kindred and Dear share a bond that’s unlike anything else and is extremely unusual and strange in the world they live in. The idea of “making friends” and cooperating with others as a team never occurs to most cats in the woods, the EXTREME vast majority of cats in the woods are very solitary and try to slaughter everyone they meet the second they see them. Kindred’s a weird and freaky fellow for coming up with an alternative, and it’s that freakiness that’s bringing them all together. So the fact that Kindred and Dear are even friends to begin with is kind of legendary.

I don’t think they’re very…romantic? I dunno. Romance isn’t really something that exists in the woods, and if it does, you bet your doggone dollar it’s gonna be gory and weird and strange and very rare. To these cats, you’d have to be a very strange person to see another cat, your own prey, and intentionally choose to keep them around and in your presence for longer than is necessary for a hunt, or for other reasons than just “their suffering brings you pleasure.” They can’t procreate. No one in the forest is capable of bearing a litter or are fertile in any way, so like… these cats don’t really have any reason to go find a mate or start a family. Family isn’t a thing that exists here. No one has any parents or relatives. I don’t think they even have words for it in their language. They might not even have words for “romantic partner,” but we’ll see. Maybe they have words for “those rare kinds of confusing degenerates that play friendly with their prey, but like, for months or years at a time. for some freaky, sadistic, unfathomable reason.” haha.

So like… relationships for them aren��t…really anything like our own idea of what making bonds is like for us. I mean, we have our tiny handful of “boxes” and labels for what we slot all of our relationships into, we have our “family” and “boyfriend/girlfriend/datefriend” and “spouse” and our “friends” and like. Smaller things beyond that, like “acquaintances” and “co-workers” and some queer spaces have “queer platonic partner” as an additional option, which is a little bit less clearly defined of a box than the others, but to me personally, my favorite kinds of relationships to write are ones that exist outside of any and all of those spaces. Ones that are uncertain, yet noticeably intimidate, in ways you can’t quite place. Ones that are hard to slot into any sort of category, where people always ask me, “hey, what label accurately describes these two?” And the answer is honestly none of them lol. And unless I make it clear, I think the majority of the relationships that pop up in Shelter will probably fall under the amorphous “I dunno” category haha. Whatever relationships that do pop up, I want the concept of meat to be a through-line concept for all of them.

Kindred and Dear are close companions. Dear never talks, but Kindred understands everything she says just as perfectly as if they were having a conversation aloud. He may have his own blind spots in communication, but most of the time he’s dead-on accurate with how he understands everything she’s thinking and feeling. They cuddle at night. They never devour one another, and instead, share this strange form of deep loyalty. She’s his bloodhound and best bodyguard. They definitely came up with the idea of the Shelter together. Kindred leads, and Dear follows. They’re not scared of each other and trust each other implicitly. They contrast each other’s personalities. They’re going to eat your children in the dead of night. Whatever it is they are, they’re definitely a duo.

#and ty for the design part #shelterasks #clangen

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pascalhowlett · 2 days ago

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Ethereal Chapter 5

A/N: Things are starting to heat up here I promise!! I already have 15 chapters written, so there is SO MUCH MORE from where this came from!

If you prefer to read on AO3, that can be found here!

Warnings: Mentions of r*pe, implied r*pe, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, smut

Summary: After the Roman Empire takes over Numidia, Cecilia is purchased by Emperor Geta as a pawn in his attempts to take over Rome. What will happen when she meets General Marcus Acacius, the soldier who was responsible for the death of her lover, Atticus Claudius?

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Original Female Character

This is Chapter 5! Find the rest of the chapters on my Tumblr here!

Word Count: 3k -ish

It was the second day of the games. As they sat in the box above the roaring crowd, Cecilia felt herself already getting sick. She looked down at the arena, at the gladiators dressed in armor and hoisting up sharp swords. Half of them would be dead by the end of the day, their stories unfinished in the name of a pompous game.

She sat with Geta, holding his hand. “I am glad you have come around, little dove,” Geta said, “It pleases me to see you here by my side.”

Then, in a move as unexpected as it was unsettling, Geta leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Cecelia leaned into it as she spoke. “Anything for you, my love.”

Acacius thought he could have died at the sight. He hated this—the games, the cruelty, the facade. But most of all, he hated seeing her like this. He knew how Geta treated her behind a closed door, and it enraged him like no other.

The crowd’s roar swelled as one gladiator fell to his knees, blood pooling around him as it poured from his throat. Cecilia flinched despite her attempts to seem unphased, her hand tightening on the edge of her seat. Geta laughed at her reaction, but was delighted by the spectacle. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with cold, sadistic pleasure.

She managed a weak smile, nodding. “Magnificent,” she echoed, though the word tasted bitter on her tongue. Her gaze flickered to Acacius, who caught her eye for the briefest of moments from the seat behind her. In that glance, she saw his concern, his unspoken apology for what she was witnessing. It grounded her for just a moment, just enough to where she could turn her gaze back to Emperor Geta.

"Tell me, little dove," Geta said, his voice honeyed but laced with steel, "what’s on that troubled little mind of yours?”

Cecilia's heart skipped at the question, and her mind raced for an answer that would appease him. She looked at his hand, reaching out and holding it to avoid eye contact. "The bravery of the gladiators," she said carefully. "To face such odds with unwavering courage—it’s… inspiring."

Geta chuckled and rolled his eyes, his grip tightening on her hand as though testing the sincerity of her action. "Inspiring, indeed," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "Though bravery alone is nothing without the will to conquer. A lesson for us all, wouldn't you agree?"

She nodded, the motion almost automatic. "Of course, your highness."

Geta leaned back, satisfied for the moment, “You are becoming smart, my little dove. The cage is beginning to suit you well.”

Like clockwork, General Acacius approached the two of them, offering a goblet of red wine to both of them. “The wine will not drink itself, your highness,” Acacius chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood for her.

Geta accepted the goblet with a nod, raising it toward Acacius in a mock toast before taking a sip. His expression softened briefly as the wine worked its way into his system. “You’ve always had a knack for finding the finest vintages, General,” he remarked, his tone almost jovial as he patted Acacius on the shoulder. Acacius cringed inwardly at the touch, but did his best to seem sincere.

Cecilia accepted her goblet from Acacius with a faint smile, though her hand trembled slightly as she raised it to her lips. She let the rich aroma of the wine fill her senses, hoping it would steady her nerves. Acacius caught the subtle tremor and gave her a barely perceptible nod, a silent reassurance that she was not as alone. Geta had been isolating her from everyone else.

“The games have drawn quite the crowd today,” Acacius said, his voice calm and measured. “The people seem eager. Though I do wonder—does such fervor serve you and your brother’s greater ambitions, your highness?”

Geta arched a brow, intrigued and shocked by the General’s sudden question. “And what ambitions do you think we have, Acacius?”

“The ambitions of a ruler who understands the delicate balance of fear and loyalty,” Acacius replied smoothly. “The games provide both in equal measure, yet one must always consider the limits. Push too far, and even the most devoted subjects may falter.”

Geta chuckled, though his eyes glinted with something sharper, as if he was aware of Acacius’ little game. “You speak as though you doubt our wisdom, General. We have led Rome for years without falter.”

“Never doubt, your highness,” Acacius replied with a slight bow. “Only caution. Surely an emperor as perceptive as yourself would value the perspective of those who serve him, unlike your brother.”

Cecilia watched the exchange closely, noting and admiring the subtle manipulation in Acacius’ words. Acacius' ability to tread the line between deference and challenge was masterful, especially when he mentioned Caracalla. She allowed herself to hope that his influence might feed into Geta’s delusions about his own brother.

“I’ll consider your counsel,” Geta said at last, taking another sip of his wine. “But fear not, Acacius. The people adore me, not my brother. Tomorrow’s display will only solidify their loyalty.”

Acacius nodded his head. “As you say, your highness.”

But Cecilia wondered. Tomorrow’s display? Geta loved to use the word tomorrow, to always have some sort of trick rolled up his sleeve. When would the games, the killing… end?

Geta turned his attention back to Cecilia, his expression softening once more. “You should learn from Acacius, my dove. He knows his place and speaks with respect. A valuable trait that you have not quite mastered yet.”

Cecilia actually gave Geta a genuine smile, his words about Acacius ringing true. “I’ll strive to be as wise as the General,” she said, stealing shared glimpses with Acacius once more.

Geta seemed satisfied with her response, leaning back in his seat with an air of triumph. “See that you do, little dove.”

As Geta’s conversation shifted back to a common quarrel with his brother, Cecilia stole another glance at Acacius. His expression was unreadable this time, but she sensed the tension beneath his composed exterior. The unspoken understanding between them was a lifeline for her, a fragile thread resembling her one true human connection.

Acacius once again had an empty chair next to him, just like yesterday. Cecilia pointed to the seat, as if asking if she could sit next to him. Acacius nodded, his inviting smile urging her to come fill the seat. She sat next to him, a slight chill going down her spine as her nose picked up the familiar scent of his cologne.

“My lady,” Acacius greeted, his tone low and deliberate, ensuring their conversation stayed between them.

“General,” she said, unable to fight the blush that spread across her pale features.

His sharp eyes studied her, as if checking on her. Then, he asked a deeper question. “Is it peace you seek, or simply an escape?”

Her lips tightened into a faint smile. “For whom? Me? Or the people?” she whispered, glancing at Geta, who was still absorbed in his loud camaraderie with the senators. “Both feel equally unattainable.”

Acacius’s expression softened, his body shifting towards her as he ached to touch her. “Peace is rarely given freely. Escape, on the other hand, is temporary. Which are you willing to fight for?”

Cecilia hesitated, her fingers dancing atop his for a brief moment as they rested on the arm of the chair. “It’s hard to say. When every path seems perilous, every choice feels like a death wish.”

The general leaned slightly closer, the scent of cedarwood and faint spices from his perfume calming her frayed nerves. “Every path will have its risks,” he murmured. “But every path will also have its moments. You simply need to spot them.”

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite her exhaustion. “Moments for what, exactly?”

“For serenity…for peace…” Acacius replied, leaning closer to her ear. “For happiness. The moments down a path aren’t always visible, but they are there, waiting for someone to find them.”

Her heart tightened at his words, the gravity of them making her feel as if she may actually have answers to all the questions spiraling in her mind. “And when I find these moments?” she asked, staring forward so Geta did not get suspicious of them, “What then? What do I do with them?”

“Then you choose whether to cherish them or build upon them,” Acacius said, admiring her beauty. “But either choice demands courage.”

Before she could respond, the crowd erupted into cheers, signaling the death of another gladiator. The roar echoed through the stands, drowning out her thoughts. Her eyes drifted to the arena, where a group of men dragged the lifeless gladiator out of the way for the next match. The sunlight glinted off the victor’s sword, a cruel reminder of the violence that had just unfolded before their eyes.

Cecilia tightened her grip on Acacius’ fingers, trying to suppress the nausea building within her. “And if courage isn’t enough?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Acacius’s voice was barely audible over the cries of the crowd, but its firmness cut through the noise. “Then you’ll find that it was never courage you lacked—it was belief in your own strength. Or perhaps, you were lacking the one who will help you find that courage.”

She turned her head toward him, startled by the certainty in his tone. His words lingered, weaving through her thoughts like threads in a tapestry. Even with the crowd roaring around them still, her eyes locked with his. Within Acacius’ eyes, she felt the faintest ember of desire and love pass through her veins.

She quickly diverted her eyes after a moment, letting go of her grip on Acacius’ hand. She knew that Geta would soon turn around and question their closeness. She had no choice but to bottle her emotions, yet she clung to the General’s words. If there were moments to be found, she would find them…with him. And when the time came, she would decide whether to cherish them, or build upon them.

“May I share something with you, General?” she asked softly as her eyes undeniably locked with his once more.

“Anything, my lady,” he said, his voice a soft purr.

“Your touch,” she looked down at his large hand that rested between them, “it comforts me.”

Acacius's gaze softened, and for a moment, the brave face he always wore seemed to slip. His eyes lingered on hers, the weight of her words showing in the softness of his brown doe eyes.

"My touch?" he questioned carefully, as though afraid to disturb the vulnerability in her admission. He looked down at his hand, now resting still beside hers. Slowly, almost tentatively, he turned it palm-up, inviting her to place her own within it. He quickly looked to make sure Geta was not watching, but either way, Acacius did not care.

"That is a comfort I do not take lightly," he said, his tone laced with gentle honesty. "To know that, even amidst all this chaos, I can offer you some solace—it humbles me, my lady."

Cecilia hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand in his. She noticed how much larger his hand was than hers. His warmth enveloped her as he laced their fingers together. She felt the strength in his grip, not overpowering but steady, like an anchor. Her heart quickened at the intimacy of the gesture, and she did not dare to pull away.

"Your strength has been a lifeline for me," she whispered. "In a world where I feel so powerless...so alone…"

Acacius's thumb brushed against the back of her hand, a gesture so small yet overflowing with unspoken emotion. His eyes searched hers, the weight of his own feelings threatening to bubble over into his next words. "You will never be alone, Cecilia," he murmured. "Not as long as I draw breath."

His words took her breath away. The silence that followed was thick with a tension neither of them dared to address fully. She squeezed his hand tighter before letting go, her fear of Geta preventing her from enjoying the moment for too long.

They did not notice the lingering eyes of Emperor Caracalla. From his vantage point, Caracalla watched the exchange between Cecilia and Acacius with ease. His goblet hung loosely in his hand, the wine untouched as his dark eyes narrowed. The subtle intimacy between them—the way her hand lingered in the General’s, the almost imperceptible softness in Acacius's gaze—did not escape him.

Caracalla leaned forward slightly in his chair. At first, he thought it was a trick of the dim torchlights in the box, but no. The warmth in their shared glance was unmistakable. It was purse love. Caracalla’s mind raced, his thoughts a mix of suspicion and possessive fury. The General? Of all people? It wasn’t merely jealousy—though that burned brightly—it was the audacity of it. The gall of a soldier to encroach upon a woman of royalty.

But then, his thoughts changed. This would destroy Geta. If this were something that would break his brother down, then who would he be to stop it? His lip curled, the sharp edges of his teeth visible as he fought the urge to act impulsively. His lips turned into a quiet smile. Any accusation or outburst would draw attention he wasn’t prepared to explain, not without undeniable proof. He knew this was a situation that he must use and play with carefully.

Let them have their moment, he thought darkly. It will make Geta’s downfall all the sweeter.

Later that night, as the moonlight filtered through the latticework of the palace, Cecilia lay awake beside a snoring Geta, his arm loosely draped around her. Her mind churned with fragments of plans, of dangerous fantasies she had fabricated with Acacius. She knew she wanted to act on them, but the how of them all was lost on her.

Her mind constantly replayed the intimate moment she had shared with Acacius at the games. The way he looked at her, the way his hand engulfed hers made her stomach flutter in a way she had not felt since she fell for Atticus all those years ago.

Atticus. She had not even thought of him as of late, her mind set now on the alluring General. She felt no remorse for her drifting thoughts, as she still was coping with the idea of Atticus’ dishonesty and betrayal. Acacius had yet to lie to her. She prayed to the gods that this would remain true. If he was lying, she was doomed.

But somehow, she knew Acacius was not a liar. Perhaps she had come to respect his status, or perhaps she was losing her mind. She tossed both ideas around in her mind, feeling as though her sanity was questionable in such a situation as this.

A soft knock at the door startled her. She froze, her heart pounding, but she quickly composed herself. Sliding out of bed silently, she slipped her nightgown on and crossed the room, her feet gently padding against the cool stone of the floor. She opened the door just enough to see who it was, the creaking sound of the hinges making her flinch in fear of waking Geta.

Acacius stood there in the doorway, his expression shadowed but resolute. He was dressed in his nighttime tunics, clearly losing sleep over whatever he had come to share. He thought she looked beautiful in the thin material of her night gown, her curves hugged in all of the right places.

Cecilia’s heart warmed at the sight of him. Even with the risk of Geta waking and seeing him, Acacius’ presence still made her feel excited and seen.

“General,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” he said, his tone firm yet quiet. “We don’t have much time. There’s something you need to know.”

She stepped outside into the hallway, closing the door softly behind her. The tension in the corridor was palpable as they stood facing each other in the dim light. Was the tension that of romance, or foreseeable doom? That was the question.

Before he even began to speak, he embraced her, her body relaxing in his unrelenting grip. She was startled by the action, but enjoyed it and held him back nonetheless.

“What is it, Acacius?” she asked wearily, her voice trembling slightly as they backed away from one another.

Acacius hesitated, his gaze searching hers. “Tomorrow,” he began, his voice low. “Caracalla and Geta plan something more… elaborate than just the games. Something meant to solidify their rule through fear. I was just told by some of my soldiers.”

Cecilia’s brow furrowed, worry beginning to settle in every fiber of her being. “What do you mean?”

“They have ordered public executions,” Acacius said grimly. “Not just gladiators. Political dissidents, prisoners of war. Innocents, my men, paraded as traitors. They want to send a message to those who speak ill of them, those who dare to defy them.”

Her stomach turned, and she clutched the edge of a nearby table for support. “And you’re telling me this because…?”

“Because it’s an opportunity for me,” he said, stepping closer. “To expose them. To undermine their authority for killing innocent soldiers.”

Her eyes widened, the implications of his words sinking in. “You mean you wish to challenge them… openly?”

Acacius nodded. “But I need your help. You’re the only one who can get close enough to disrupt those plans from within.”

Cecilia hesitated, the weight of his request bringing an intense wave of anxiety. She quickly glanced back into the room where Geta lay oblivious, and then back at Acacius. Her mind raced, torn between fear and her unwavering dedication and admiration for the General.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked finally.

Acacius’s expression softened, and he reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’ll guide you. Together, we can find a means to an end. But you must trust me.”

“I do,” she said, the words slipping out before she could second-guess them. “I trust you…with my life, Acacius.”

The faintest smile touched his lips, and he nodded. “Then let’s begin.”

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