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♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Breeder bull San x Dairy farm owner Reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You try to make San wait until you've finished working on the farm before giving him your full attention and giving him what he wants so badly. However, you eventually give in to his pouting lips and seductive looks, and end up milking him dry. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Smut, Hybrids!Au, Established Relationship, Dairy farm!AU ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.3 k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Soft!San, Soft!reader, hyperspermia, impregnation kink, breeding kink, cum play, cock worship, nipple play, nipple licking, pussy rubbing, come inflation, pet names, dirty talk, hand job, praise kink, milking, masturbation, cock milking, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: Well, my sugar bunnies, welcome to the new Dairy Farm universe from me, where you'll find all kinds of hot, insatiable breeder bulls who can't wait to feed you their thick, sweet cream. I didn't plan on writing a full-length, but that's what happened. So, I hope you have lots of fun playing with soft, needy breeder bull San.

♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 at the end of the post. ♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 - check for more

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 - Your love makes all this possible

“Mmm... Chagiya, could you... please? I need it so badly. Please, milk me... I'll behave nicely, I promise you, Chagi...' The soft, whimpering notes were easily discernible in San's honey-sweet voice, thick and viscous as golden syrup. He shuffled up beside you, impatiently shifting from foot to foot and almost childishly charmingly crumpling the dense, rough fabric of his baggy, dark blue denim jumpsuit in his large, sweat-slightly damp palms.

One of the wide straps of his overalls, decorated with a big metallic heart-shaped buckle, had completely slipped off his broad, sturdy shoulder, exposing his bulky, well-muscled chest and clearly defined abs, tempting you to touch him and run your hand over his superb body to feel the soft smoothness and pleasantly lingering warmth of his sun-kissed skin, glistening with a thin veil of fragrant cocoa oil and sweat apparent from the stifling heat of the barn.

Even though you asked the boys more than once to leave the barn doors and windows ajar to let the pulsating heat that had built up in the room dissipate a little, all your requests fell on deaf ears, as it seemed that the bulls were thoroughly enjoying the thick haze of hot air which enveloped their bodies like a second skin and made them sweat, causing them to resemble honey-glazed doughnuts.

“Sannie.” You exhale with a certain weariness when your big, hot-in-every-sense boy wraps his large arms around your waist and pulls you towards him until you can feel the hollow, rhythmic beating of his heart against your back. As soon as you are in his arms, San immediately buries his flushed, pretty face in your neck, breathing in your soft, creamy scent deeply and letting out a loud, satisfied hum. “Baby, I've still got a lot to do today...” You wanted to sound as strict as possible, but instead, your voice trembles with gradually increasing excitement as San's little kitty tongue starts to caress the delicate, thin skin on your neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.

Your reaction does not go unnoticed by him, and with a quiet, sobbing moan, San pushes his strong, muscular thighs into you, pressing his huge, rock-hard length against the softly plush flesh of your pretty bubble butt for a moment, letting you fully feel how desperately he needed your attention and touch.

Your handsome breeder bull had been following you around all day, constantly begging for your affection, and this even might have been quite endearing, especially considering how adorable San was. With his natural strawberry-coloured blush, shiny with saliva, sweetly pouty rose-coloured lips, and moist, sultry gaze, he was a real eye candy, and maybe on any other day, you would have given San absolutely everything he wanted without a second thought, if only you weren't so busy today trying to clean up the barn he shared with your other stud bulls, Mingi and Hongjoong.

But, much to your disappointment, San seemed to be particularly persistent today and wanted to have you all for himself, although this was not surprising, since, like any other stud bull at full maturity and ready for insemination, he required a higher level of caring and more frequent sexual service.

Therefore, he constantly distracted you from your work, perhaps not as insistently and passionately as Mingi or Joong usually did, but his soft whining and pouting pink lips, to say the least, made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the tasks at hand.

"I really, really want this...' San's moist, feverishly hot breath spreads across your skin with every word he utters, causing it to tingle and crawl with goosebumps. “Please...' He gently rubs his incredibly beautiful face against your shoulder in a bid to tempt you, which strangely reminds you of a certain black fox with the most mesmerising asymmetrical eyes and a heavy, velvety gaze. Though you shouldn't be too surprised at the way San has picked up some of Wooyoung's mannerisms really quickly, since the two of them have been completely inseparable lately.

Another long, sugary whimper, accompanied by a shower of air kisses, makes you exhale in defeat. You raise one of your hands and run your fingers through the messy, fluffy hair of your handsome breeder. This causes San to let out a loud, satisfied hum, thrusting his hips into you again in an attempt to push his impressive, thick length between your plump buttocks.

Perhaps by this point, San was feeling himself a little on edge, but how could he not when his fat, ten-inch cock from the very morning desperately wanted your attention. His massive girth twitched and throbbed in the confining tightness of his briefs, copiously leaking with pre-cum and yearning to be fondled and milked to dryness, and his testicles were so heavy and swollen with milky, thick sperm that now it was starting to make him feel physically uncomfortable. San was in desperate need of some kind of pressure relief; otherwise, he might just lose control and explode from the sheer arousal.

"Very well, San, you have won. Let's take care of you, my big boy. Go and get yourself ready for me, baby.' You didn't have to tell him twice, because as soon as those words flew from your soft, kissable lips, San left one last wet smack on your shoulder and let you out of his grip.

He was almost vibrating with excitement as he quickly made his way to the large, soft pile of freshly cut hay at the back of the barn, impatiently pulling off his jumpsuit, which he had grown tired of.

Usually, you preferred to milk your sexy stud bulls in a more intimate and comfortable setting, giving them only the best and highest quality service, but it seems that now you will have to adapt to the circumstances. However, judging by how satisfied San looked, sprawled out in a cloud of golden, sweet-smelling hay, he didn't care much whether you milked him in the midst of luxurious plush pillows on your bed or in a sensual steam bath; the main thing was that he could finally feed you with his milky, rich sperm.

San impatiently fidgets in his spot, thrusting his potent, muscular thighs upwards invitingly to draw your attention to the massive bulge in his teensy boxers, which were completely soaked from the copious amounts of pre-cum gushing out of him. The white cotton fabric was almost transparent, clinging to his body like a second skin and perfectly outlining the contour of his luscious ten-inch cock and big, velvety testicles. And you can't help but notice the swollen, reddened head peeking fully out from under the wide, elasticated elastic of his briefs.

The sight is so seductive that your mouth immediately fills with saliva, and you unconsciously lick your lips, as if you were hoping to taste the creamy, lavish flavour of his sperm, which flows profusely from the tiny, throbbing slit at the plump, rounded tip of his cock.

Watching all this, you also make a mental note to yourself to get San some new underwear, as it seems that his current one no longer accommodates his massive size. All of your boys were luxurious, purebred bull inseminators, and each of them were extremely gifted in terms of the size of their cocks and copious amounts of sperm production, which was considered very prestigious and valuable in the dairy farming business.

And you were undoubtedly proud to be the owner of such magnificent male specimens as San, Mingi and Hongjoong.

You purposely don't rush to approach him, taking your sweet time, and with deliberate slowness you finish folding their freshly laundered clothes, which frustrates San so much that he lets out a loud, needy moan, impatiently wiggling his hips and arching his back a bit.

"Chagi, please hurry up. I need this so badly..." San whimpered pitifully, throwing his head back and pushing his hips upwards in an unsuccessful attempt to get his much-desired relief.

A slight smug smile touches your plump, strawberry-kissable lips as you hear him whine loudly, and you won't lie, saying it doesn't turn you on. You know it won't be long before San stops acting like this, once he understands how to deal with his insatiable libido and how to behave when he needs to get laid or milked. You also have no doubt that Mingi and Hongjoong will quickly convey to San the concept that you are, among other things, their inbred heifer and as your breeder, he can take you whenever he wants. So, you should take your sweet time and enjoy that kind of San while you have the opportunity.

“Well, well, big boy, just give me one more minute...” You coo sweetly, placing the colourful patchwork blanket with the rest of the folded items before finally walking over to the young bull, who is clearly impatient, and kneeling down beside him.

The soft, grassy aroma of hay and wildflowers mixed with San's natural spicy-musky scent immediately invades all your senses, enveloping you like a blanket as soon as you're near him. Unconsciously you take a deep breath, covering your eyes in pleasure as the lush, intoxicating scent settles in your lungs and makes your head spin.

For a moment you wonder if your bulls might be releasing pheromones to attract potential partners to mate, like Wooyoung or your precious twin bunnies, Hwa and Seonghwa do, or if it was something to do with the enzyme that is produced when they produce sperm, but either way, you always got too soft, needy, and embarrassingly wet between your legs in the presence of one of your bulls.

You run your hand lightly over San's crotch, feeling his massive bulge twitching and pulsing beneath your touch. Even this slight contact causes a new, copious amount of viscous, clear fluid to spurt out of the swollen, tiny slit on the angrily reddened, rounded head, making even more mess on the toned muscles of his sculpted abs and soaking into the already wet and sticky fabric of his boxers, which encased his amazingly thick, erect dick to the point where you could easily see the seductive contours of the swollen veins stretching along its velvety length.

‘Just look at you, pretty boy.’ You begin sweetly, gently groping the delicious hardness of his impressive cock with your fingers. "You've already made such a huge mess, and I haven't even touched you properly. Tell me, did you think about me all that time?' Your words float in the air as you run the pad of your thumb over the swollen tip, spreading the viscous pre-cum over it and causing a noticeable shiver to run through his glorious, lean body.

'Y-yes, yes... I am always thinking about you.' San whimpers, giving you a heavy, lust-filled look from beneath his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘About how much I want to breed you and feed you my cum. Please, Chagi, I want it so bad." He says, arcing his back, tipping his head back and exposing his long, seductive neck to you, with a scattering of star-freckles along the left side, at the same time pushing his hips up slightly in an attempt to get more of your touch.

'How can I refuse you when you ask me so prettily?'

It would seem that San couldn't feel more turned on, but the way you say those words while hooking your fingers into the wide elastic of his boxers ignites a new flame of lust beneath his sweat-damp golden skin. Uninterrupted, convulsive gasps and sobs of 'please' and 'thank you' come off his naturally pouty, plump lips as he fidgets impatiently in his spot.

You say nothing, figuring he's had enough patience for today. Instead, you slowly pull down his soaked briefs, finally exposing his attention-seeking cock from the tight shackles of his underwear. As the white, sticky fabric gathers beneath his luscious buttocks, San lifts his hips up for you so that you can more easily remove his briefs, causing his thick length to slap against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing heavy, thick drops of pre-cum across his chiselled muscles.

The thick, velvety length was fiercely reddened and covered in a thick layer of pre-sperm, like the most exquisitely decadent treat prepared just for you. His big, heavy balls were fuller and tighter than usual, giving a clear sense of how much cum he was ready to be given you.

You heavily swallow, feeling the saliva build up in your mouth and how the warm, viscous mucus flowing out of your little, plump pussy, moistening your silky folds and making your simple, cotton panties uncomfortably wet and sticky to the touch.

Once again you made realise that no matter how many times you saw their cocks, you would never cease to be in awe of how amazingly gifted and voluptuousness your gorgeous bulls were. You always have exquisite pleasure you derived from the warm weight of their testicles and members against your tongue and palm, although this was in no way comparable to the profound satisfaction you felt when they filled your pussy and tight, perky ass to the brim.

Or maybe you're just a huge slut for a good cock, and San definitely has one. His cock was so damn beautiful, so incredibly thick, juicy and wiry, all glistening from copious streams of pre-cum leaking from the swollen, reddened head and flowing down the length, dirtying his big testicles and pooling between his plump, plush buttocks.

There was so much to look at, so much to play with, lick, suck, drink and choke on — so much to worship. And that is exactly what you are going to do right now, though.

Once his underwear was off, you tossed it aside so that it wouldn't get tangled in your arms and focused all your attention on his eager cock. The useless piece of translucent cloth landed on the floor with an embarrassingly loud squelching sound, reminding you once again of how aroused San was and how badly he needed to be milked.

'You look so stunning.' You breathe out with amazement. Unable to resist, you run your hand over San's naked, heated body, lovingly stroking his strong, meaty thighs and the textured of his belly and broad, muscular chest before sliding your hand down and touching him where San wants it most. Long strands of pre-cum tug at your fingertips as you slide them along his massive length, feeling how damn hard and tense he was. Vision is so lewd that it makes you want put your fingers in your mouth to taste him, but for now you decide to save that for later.

‘Please don't tease me...’ San begs you, pleadingly. "I promise I won't disappoint. I have so much cream for you...' A deep berry blush flashes across his cheeks as he finishes speaking.

'I don't doubt it, darling. I know how much you can give me, because you're such a good boy.'

"Only your good boy." San corrects you, sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip as you stop your teasing caresses and instead wrap your palm completely around his big, firm shaft. Due to his impressive girth, your fingers can barely close together, leaving a couple of centimetres of space between them.

The filthy, perverted sight makes your pulse quicken, and you squirm in your seat, trying to squeeze your thighs tighter in an attempt to ease the pressure that has begun to build up between your legs. As you move, the soft cotton of your plain panties rubs lightly against your sensitive clitor and a low, lingering moan escapes your lips. The enthusiastic reaction of your body to this was making you roll your eyes because even as a whiny, aching mess, San had so much power over you.

You slowly guide your hand upwards from the thick, swollen base to the sensitive head, circling the tender, moist flesh with the pad of your thumb before making a movement in the opposite direction while turning your wrist in a circle to double the stimulation.

The perfect muscles on San's stomach tense like steel ropes as he arches his back and pushes his golden, muscular thighs upward, looking for more. His eyes roll up with pleasure, and his mouth opens in a long, jerky moan that sounds unlike anything else you've ever heard from him before. It's something beyond, straight out of raw, high-quality porn – a hot, slutty, lust-filled, needy sound that sounds like something between a sweet sob and a low, deep mooing. A sound that is wanted to be swallowed right out of his beautiful, soft mouth.

‘Feeling good, baby?’ You ask, looking at San's flushed, sweat-damp face with a few strands of his long hair stuck to it. Damn, he already looks completely fucked, with his cat-like eyes half-closed and unfocused, full of voluptuous, languid lust; his naturally pouty lips are slightly parted, with a small trickle of saliva hanging from the corner; and his fluffy hair is dishevelled, with a few golden hay straws stuck to it.

‘Yeah, so fucking good...’ San's eyes roll back in pleasure as he throws his head back, breathes hard and wheezes as you change your pace and move to softer, slower strokes. 'You make me feel so good!' He thrusts his powerful, muscular thighs roughly, driving his dick insistently into your fist, making his heavy, straining testicles slap against your hand every time he thrusts his magnificent hips upwards. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, wet and sticky, sends a burning shiver of arousal down your spine. You feel how a new, copious stream of mucus gushing from your cunt makes your pretty panties soaked through, and you won't be surprised if you soon start dripping through the fabric. ‘More, please, give me more...’ Another loud whimper from San cuts through the thick, stuffy air of the barn, and you chuckle slightly at it.

Nevertheless, you speed up the movements of your hand on his cock, jacking the massive length at a fast pace and slowing down only to fondle the thick, swollen head and smear pre-cum around it. With your other hand, you slide between his spread thighs and cup his velvety, large ones in your palm, shaking them a few times to get a feel of their fullness and weight before you begin to gently massage, doubling his pleasure.

The contrast between the roughness and speed with which you jerk him off and the gentleness and sensuality with which you caress his balls drives San crazy. His heavy, big cock twitches in your grip; the tempting thick veins pulse at your touch; and more and more pre-sperm drips from the blood-filled head. The transparent, pearly fluid drips downwards, creating small, glistening pools in the deep crevices of his sculpted, strong abs. As you move your hand along his length, the sound of your palm pressing against his flesh is accompanied by a disgustingly loud, squelching noise.

“You're doing so well, Sannie. So fucking good for me.' You praise him sweetly, knowing full well how much your gorgeous bull desires your praise. It was no secret that all hybrids, no matter how dominant, were attention whores, always desperate to be showered with compliments.

And San is fully justifying it, sobbing sweetly and shaking his head from side to side as he tries to cope with the onslaught of pleasure washing over his entire body like a tidal wave.

You feel so powerful in that moment, watching your strong, powerful, passionate bull fall apart for you, whimpering pitifully and moaning relentlessly.

You can feel his cum-filled balls clenching rhythmically under your touch, letting you know that he is close to orgasm. On any other day, you would play with him for as long as he could stand it, stretching out the pleasure and turning it into exquisite torture, but today you have no intention of denying him, considering he has been following you around like a puppy dog since this morning.

“Fuck, yeahhhh... Please don't stop... I'm so damn close...” He whimpers.

“Mmm, yeah, that's it, baby. Cum for me, pretty boy. I want your sweet cream.” You coo, pressing the pad of your thumb against the sensitive spot at the base of his cock and squeezing his tender scrotum in your palm, knowing full well that drives San crazy. 'Come on, big boy. Show me how much you like it...'

The thrusts and jiggles of his thick, meaty thighs become more and more erratic and inconsistent, and his sobs become louder and shrill. Your hand clenches a little tighter around his cock, eliciting another gasping, shuddering moan from San, pushing him to the edge of pleasure with each passing second.

'You want to be a good boy for me, don't you, baby?'

‘Mmmm... I am a good boy.” Whimpers, San. His gorgeous body shakes with faint convulsions of ecstasy, his cock twitches, and you hold your breath as you see the first milky drops of his cum begin to spurt from his tip.

“That's right, baby.” You hum, squeezing the warm, velvety testicles tighter in the palm of your hand. ‘And you know what a good boy would do?’ You ask.

‘W-what?’ San barely whispers to you. He barely opens his cloudy eyes, heavy with lust and pleasure, to look at you, and his expression is nothing but desire.

'He would cum for me.'

You jerk his cock a few more times before it collapses completely for you, beginning to spew out all his accumulated frustration from the day with a loud, low mooing, and thick, milky jets of semen spurting haphazardly over his taut, flat stomach and muscular, heaving chest from his heavy, hoarse breathing.

His heavy, meaty pecs rise and fall under the weight of his hoarse moans, beckoning you to run your tongue over them and taste the sweet brackishness of his sweaty skin and the rich creaminess of his sperm that is covering it right now.

“Ahhhhhh... fuck...”

The sight of decadent, copious streams of creamy liquid pouring out of his swollen, lollipop-shiny cock head wave after wave makes your pretty, plump pussy involuntarily clench, sending jolts of intense pleasure straight into your heated, quivering core, making your small, slippery, aroused pussy clench with the desire to be filled by the thick cock and fucked hard, until your hole is swollen and red and his cum starts flowing out of you like a waterfall.

Sweet moans of your name and pathetic ‘more’ and ‘please’ are the only sounds he can make right now. His thick, strong thighs shake and jiggle, desperate to give you everything he's got, thrusting quickly and haphazardly into your hand as he cum drenches everything around him with his semen.

So beautiful is all you can say, mesmerised by the sight of him reliving his orgasm, falling apart under your hot touch.

San looks as if his soul has left his body, relaxing into a fluffy cloud of hay and covering his gorgeous feline eyes tiredly. He feels completely boneless and fucked, but nevertheless his cock is still hard and hungry for attention, and his balls are full of cum, even though his entire abs and broad chest are covered in his thick cream.

You take your hand off his cock, instead lifting it up and running your fingertips along his neck and burrowing into his hair, lightly massaging his scalp, which makes San let out a low satisfied moo, leaning harder into your touch, still trying to get his breathing back to normal and calm down a little from the powerful orgasm he's experienced.

A few moments pass like this before lingering sparks of arousal begin to tingle his skin again, and he thrusts his hips upwards, opening his heavy eyes to look at you.

‘More, I need more... Still so full...’ He exhales, his eyelids fluttering rapidly and his lips folding into a sweet, adorable pout.

‘You're so greedy, Sannie. You don't think so? You just can't put up with what you're given, asking for more and more.’ You ask with feigned reproach, and San can't hold back a whimper, shamefully turning his ruddy face aside, feeling hot embarrassment spill under his skin. That doesn't stop him from wiggling his hips lecherously, though, urging you to return the caress. From this movement, his hard cock slaps loudly and wetly against his stomach while spurting out another load of rich semen.

‘I can't help it... I want you so bad...’ Whimpers San, looking up at you with a moist, pleading look. He looks so cute, yet lecherous, all sweaty and flushed, with still warm traces of cum covering his stunning, sexy body, and this contrast makes you absolutely weak before his charms.

‘If that's what you want, baby.’

You take your hands off him, making San whimper at the loss of contact, and rise to your feet to unbutton your beautiful linen sundress adorned with a delicate floral print embroidered with silk thread. As you peel off your currently useless piece of wardrobe along with your soaked panties, you toss it all aside before climbing onto your hot, temperamental breeder bull, saddling his hips and resting your hands on his firm, muscular chest.

Your plump, eager pussy slid over his deliciously hard cock, pressing it against San's belly, and you could see how his handsome, sculpted face melted with pleasure. His hands automatically rested on your buttocks, roughly squeezing your juicy, plush flesh in his big, wide palms as his powerful thighs thrust up, begging you to move. This sudden movement made your hips jerk slightly, causing your pussy to only press harder against him, forcing your swollen labia to spread lustfully around his thick girth.

‘Calm down, big boy! I won't be able to give you what you want if you keep acting like this.’ You slap his chest lightly, making the firm, warm flesh quiver slightly as you struggle to stay on top of him.

San immediately freezes, making a low, guilty mooing noise and silently pleading with you with his gorgeous, half-lidded feline eyes, in which you can still detect a slight post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, you press your crotch against him, feeling the intense heat of his cock pleasantly warming your silky, tender cunt. Your soft petal folds, sticky against his hot, velvety length, stimulating you in the best of all ways.

‘Please...Move on...’ San begs you, digging his fingers aggressively into your buttocks, making your tender skin blush and tingle violently. He fidgets impatiently beneath you, trying to get you on his cock, whimpering loudly as your swollen clit clings to the sensitive edge of his head.

San's desire is so obvious – still as passionate, painfully strong and insatiable, even though he had already had a powerful orgasm just a few minutes ago.

‘Behave yourself, San.’ You grip his big pecs with a little more roughness than necessary, squeezing the soft, firm flesh slippery with a mixture of cum, sweat and fragrant cocoa oil, scratching his gorgeous golden skin with your nails, leaving long red streaks on it. He moans pitifully, obediently freezing in his seat and giving you a moist, apologetic look from under his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘That's it, big boy.’ As a reward for obedience, you lean forward, wrapping your plump, sensual lips around the sugar-brown flesh of his hardened nipple, beginning to roughly suck on it, occasionally biting and lightly tugging the sensitive bud with your teeth.

A loud, slutty moan escapes his throat, and you can feel his thick, heavy cock spurting semen and throbbing beneath your wet, lewdly open cunt.

When you finish fondling his tits, running your tongue over his right nipple one last time, they look so swollen and inflamed – just the way San likes it. Of all your bull breeders, San's tits were the most prominent, something he was undoubtedly proud of, always shamelessly flaunting them on display. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't corner you, urging you to milk him, because the only thing that could compare to the divine feeling of your sweet, tight cunt stretching around his cock was the feeling of your hot, wet mouth caressing his tits.

You push away from him, returning to your previous position where you towered over us, sitting on his hips, and concentrating on his cock again. You gently rotate your hips, rubbing your pussy against the massive, oozing shaft, slowly and insistently squeezing it out. With each movement, your swollen, aroused clit makes contact with the warm, velvety skin on his cock, stimulating you both in the most amazing way. His cum mixed with your juices made sliding in easy and smooth, and the tangible, hot throbbing intensified the sensation.

Without stopping the movement of your hips for a second, you remove one of your hands from his chest and instead encircle the head of his cock, rubbing it with your palm. As soon as you touch his sensitive tip, a wave of warm, creamy cum pours into your hand, seeping through your fingers and dripping onto his taut stomach and tense, muscular thighs.

It doesn't take long for San to cum a second time.

His big hands clutching your buttocks with force, as if it were the only thing keeping him conscious while he gasped and long mooed, wriggling his whole body in a pile of fragrant hay from every twist of your dainty hand on his supersensitive, swollen head. From every sliding movement of your stunning, sweet cunt on his cock. From how you slightly changed the direction of your hips, trying out a new angle that your swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against the velvety, swollen veins on his huge length. And this pleasurably painful, continuous stimulation makes your whole body quiver and moan so incredibly lustful and dirty.

And of course from every tiny bit of praise that flies off your tongue.

San's grip becomes painfully tight, so tight that you're sure it will leave behind inky black bruises on your skin, and his hips twitch so hard that it's enough to throw you off him if he didn't hold you down.

You can feel his cock swell even more beneath you, throbbing hotly, and you barely have time to remove your hand from his thick head before thick, milky jets of his semen spurt onto his large, meaty chest and stomach. The whimpering sound he makes as he pours his cum all over himself was high and needy. The warm liquid spread over San's golden muscles in copious creamy streams, filling his navel, the hollows of his abs, and even coating his inflamed, swollen nipples. A few isolated drops fall onto his face and his ajar lips, which he immediately licks with his tongue to taste himself.

‘Fuck...’ San exhales, leaning back tiredly against the haystack. His hands go limp on your buttocks before falling exhaustedly to the sides of his body, and he covers his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

‘So, baby, are you satisfied, or...?’ You gently touch the tiny slit on the head of his cock with the pad of your thumb, causing a stream of cum to immediately spurt out. ‘Or do you still want more, Sannie?’ You smirk, feeling his hips quiver beneath you from overstimulation, but still, he instinctively pushes upwards, trying to push his cock into your pretty, wet hole.

‘I think I'm still not getting enough...’ San replies to you, making a sharp, unexpected jerk and flipping you over onto your back, dropping you into a fluffy pile of hay and trapping you between it and his hot, sweaty body. ‘I still have enough cream so I can feed your sweet pussy, Chagi.’

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cigarettesuga · 29 days ago

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꒰꒰⠀⠀⠀opposites don’t attract, they destroy⠀✸⠀(⠀⠀masterlist⠀⠀)

pairing: fuckboy!park jimin x proud & stubborn!reader

genre: college!au, situationship, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, emotional slow burn

warnings: explicit sexual content, casual sex dynamics, emotionally confusing relationships, jealousy, profanity, angst, emotionally unavailable characters, mild possessiveness, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication, toxic attachment

word count: 40 k (up to last update)

summary: he flirts. she rolls her eyes. everyone on campus knows they hate each other—or at least, that’s the story they sell. until one night after a party changes everything. what was supposed to be a one-time thing turns into a messy, addictive routine neither of them can shake. they keep telling themselves it’s not a thing… but feelings don’t listen. and when someone new enters the picture—someone who actually sees her—it all starts to unravel. jimin should’ve known: opposites don’t attract. they destroy.

status: ongoing

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O1 | the backseat never happened ⠀⠀➜⠀⠀after a house party gone wrong, she ends up in jimin’s backseat—needy, reckless, and pretending it means nothing. she takes control, he loses it, and neither of them will forget it.⠀/⠀ 5.3 k

O2 | we're not a thing ⠀⠀➜⠀⠀(y/n) tries to pretend that night never happened, but jimin isn’t making it easy. what starts with a closet confrontation turns into a routine of stolen moments and unspoken rules: this isn’t a thing. they aren’t anything. until someone from his past shows up at the worst possible time, and suddenly it feels a lot like something.⠀/⠀11.5 k

O3 | he feels safe ⠀⠀➜⠀⠀things spiral after an unexpected interruption. (y/n) starts questioning everything with jimin — what it is, what it isn’t. but just when she tries to pull away, he makes it nearly impossible — especially when he knows exactly how to pull her back in. still, a part of her wants more, or at least different, and when sora introduces her to someone who’s everything jimin isn’t… she starts to wonder if maybe she’s been settling for chaos all along. ⠀/⠀14.1k

O4 | you don't even want me ⠀⠀➜⠀⠀(y/n) tries to focus on namjoon — soft, warm, and easy — but jimin’s presence lingers. after weeks of avoidance, everything comes to a head: confessions, tension, a kiss she didn’t expect, and a choice she’s not ready to make. namjoon wants clarity. jimin wants her. and (y/n)? she’s still caught in the in-between. ⠀/⠀9.97k

O5 | don't look at me like that ⠀⠀➜⠀⠀coming soon

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atereaste · 2 months ago

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break up with your boyfriend, i’m bored

ᯓ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mel Medarda x reader / 5.3 k words

ᯓ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 smut

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You couldn’t hate Mel Medarda. You tried. You had reason to, or at least you told yourself you did especially when she kept showing up at your place, crawling into your bed like it belonged to her, shedding her designer coat and her dignity in equal measure as she vented about her boyfriend, Jayce Talis.

Each visit was the same, and yet completely different.

One night, she’d be furious. Another, exhausted. Sometimes she’d cry. Other times she’d scoff and laugh like it was all beneath her. But every time, she’d talk about him about how he didn’t understand her, about how he prioritized his image over their intimacy, about how she felt lonely even in his arms.

And every time, you’d say the same thing:

“Break up with him.”

But she never did.

You hated being the rebound. Hated the fact that you were always the after the person she turned to only when Jayce had already let her down. You hated how predictable it had become: her complaints, your warning, the pause… and then the heat between you would rise until she was beneath you again, writhing, gasping, moaning your name like it was a confession.

She was addictive in ways you hadn’t even thought were possible.

Every time she came apart on your tongue, every time her nails dragged down your back, every time her breath hitched from your fingers inside her you wondered how Jayce could even begin to compare.

Honestly? You almost started to feel bad for him.

There was no way he could make her sound like that. Not with the way her voice cracked when you told her to beg. Not with how she trembled when you touched her just right. Not with the way she’d come undone for you again and again until her voice was gone and her body was wrecked.

You'd only met him a handful of times, and still, you were sure: Jayce didn’t have a clue what he had.

But you did.

That was the problem.

Because no matter how many times she ended up in your bed splayed out and soaking, whispering apologies she never kept you was the one left awake when she left.

And it was always you she left.

You’d tried to end things with her more times than you could count. Whatever this was this messy, undefined thing you shared with Mel it had no name and even less stability. But every time you tried to walk away, it ended the same way.

With her crying into your shirt, clutching you like she was drowning.

With her pleading, whispering desperate things against your skin like "Don’t leave me. Please, I need you."

And then, inevitably, with her in your bed needy and wrecked, body arching under your touch, like no one else could reach her the way you did.

It was never just sex. It was never just casual.

No matter how much you both pretended.

You remember the morning it all shifted.

“I broke up with him,” she said casually, her voice light as she walked around your dorm, picking up pieces of her clothes scattered across the floor. She was naked, confident, like the confession didn’t weigh a thing.

You looked up from where you were lounging on the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, your vape resting on your stomach. Mel turned to face you, smiling like she'd done something noble. You didn’t return it.

You just nodded once, slowly, then brought the vape to your lips.

Took a long pull.

Blew out a lazy stream of smoke.

“You don’t look too happy,” she said, padding over on tiptoe before settling herself onto your lap, legs straddling you like she was entitled to the space. Her skin was warm against yours, soft and familiar.

She studied your face for a reaction before dipping down to kiss along your cheek, your jaw, your throat.

“Why should I be happy?” you murmured, arms coming around her waist, your palms smoothing over the dip of her back.

Her eyes flicked to yours, confused. “I don’t know… it was kind of your idea that I do it.”

You snorted at that, a bitter edge behind it. Your grip tightened just slightly as you slid her over onto your thigh. The gasp she gave was immediate, needy.

“Really?” you whispered into her ear, tone low, mocking the words she’d thrown so carelessly. You shifted her again, guiding her hips against the firm line of your leg, and she whimpered like it was instinct.

“My idea?” you asked again, voice dark with amusement as her hands tangled in your curls. She was already grinding down harder, losing focus.

“I told you to do it,” you said, breath hot against her throat, “because he was a shitty boyfriend.”

You bit down on her neck then, slow and deliberate, your teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below her ear. She gasped, nails digging into your shoulders.

You didn’t stop.

“And how do you think Jayce would feel,” you murmured, licking over the spot to soothe it before pulling back and meeting her glassy eyes, “if he saw his then-girlfriend, and now-ex, moaning on some other girl’s leg?”

She couldn’t even answer.

Didn’t need to.

The slick mess on your thigh was answers enough

Since that day, Mel stopped coming around.

No texts. No calls. No unexpected knocks at your dorm in the middle of the night. It was like she’d vanished from your life entirely on purpose. And maybe if it had been anyone else, you could’ve brushed it off. Let it go. But it wasn’t anyone else.

It was her.

And the worst part? You knew this was coming. Hell, you’d told yourself this was what you wanted distance. Clean separation. No more blurred lines. No more slipping into bed with a girl who belonged to someone else.

But when she stopped showing up, when her name disappeared from your notifications, when the silence stretched on longer than it ever had before... it hit different.

Because no matter what you told yourself, you wanted Mel. Just her. All to yourself.

But you'd never say that aloud. Especially not to her.

The rumors started not long after she disappeared. Whispers that she and Jayce had gotten back together. No one in your circle could confirm it, but speculation spread fast—looks in the hallway, quiet side-eyes at parties, people dropping her name and his in the same sentence like it was common knowledge.

And even if it was true, even if she really did go back to him, you told yourself you didn’t care.

Not really.

What dug deeper than anything else was her silence. Her absence. The way she moved through campus like you’d never existed like she hadn’t cried in your arms or come on your thigh or whispered your name like a secret only the two of you knew.

You saw her a few times.

From a distance.

She was never alone.

Always walking beside someone friends, classmates. Always perfectly put together, smiling like nothing had ever happened.

And you started to wonder if maybe it hadn’t.

Not for her.

“You need to stop moping,” Caitlyn says, her voice dry as she hands you a freshly rolled, already lit blunt.

You give her a look, but you still take it, slipping it between your lips. The first inhale hits hard, smooth smoke curling through your lungs before you exhale slowly, the edge of your thoughts softening with the burn.

“I’m not moping,” you mutter, refusing to meet her eyes.

Caitlyn just stares you down, unimpressed. “Yes, you are. Ever since you heard that dumb rumor, you’ve been nothing but a bitch.”

She snatches the blunt back from your hand and takes a hit herself, as if she’s the one dealing with your mess.

You scoff. “Mel’s a smart girl,” Caitlyn continues, exhaling through her nose. “She knows what she’s doing.”

“Smart?” you repeat, lips curling into something bitter. “I don’t think it’s very smart to be in a relationship and still fucking some girl on the side especially one you vent to about said relationship. But hey, who am I to judge?”

You didn’t expect her or anyone, really to understand whatever it was between you and Mel. Hell, you didn’t even understand it. It was messy. Muddled. A cycle of late-night visits, unspoken tension, and hands under clothes that felt more like confessions than sex.

Caitlyn doesn’t say anything else. She just exhales, slow and patient like she’s letting you talk yourself in circles.

Later that night, she invites you to a party some frat boys her girlfriend knows are throwing it. “You need a distraction,” she says, and maybe she’s right.

Still, you hesitate.

You’ve been to their parties before. Something always happens. Someone cries in the bathroom. Someone fights on the lawn. Secrets spill like liquor.

And yet, you still find yourself in front of your mirror, pulling on that skin-tight red dress you bought weeks ago and never had the nerve to wear. It clings to you in all the right places bold, dangerous, attention-grabbing. Too much.

But maybe too much is exactly what you need tonight.

You adjust the straps on your shoulders and stare at your reflection. You don’t recognize the look in your own eyes.

Whatever tonight brings… you already know Mel will be on your mind.

Whether she shows up or not

The party is already in full swing by the time you arrive. It’s one of those oversized off-campus houses white columns, massive lawn, the kind of place that always looks expensive and slightly trashed at the same time. Music thunders from inside, the bass rattling through the porch as drunk bodies spill across the yard. People are everywhere: shouting, dancing, stumbling, making out half-clothed on the grass.

You push your way inside, and it’s somehow worse. The air is thick with sweat, smoke, and spilled liquor. The lights are low, flashing red and blue across too many faces. Someone’s grinding on someone else in the hallway. There’s a girl crying in the corner. The living room couch is barely visible under the tangle of people draped across it. All the hallmarks of a typical frat party.

Caitlyn disappeared hours ago either off to dance or to make out with her girlfriend in some shadowy upstairs room. She’d left you in the kitchen with a grin and a “don’t do anything stupid,” and that was the last you saw of her.

Now you’re posted up at the counter, nursing a red Solo cup filled with… something. You’re not sure what—it tastes like floor cleaner mixed with battery acid, but it burns just right. Burns the thoughts out of your head. And that’s the goal tonight, isn’t it?

You linger a moment longer, then drift out of the kitchen, cup still in hand. The backyard’s packed with people you vaguely recognize from campus smoking, laughing, swaying to the bass-heavy music vibrating from the house. You’re scanning the crowd when Vi spots you.

“Y/N! Come chill with us,” she calls, already waving you over with a lazy grin. You hesitate, but when you see Caitlyn tucked comfortably into Vi’s lap, your other friends scattered around in cheap lawn chairs, the tension in your chest starts to loosen.

You walk over and settle into the one empty seat. The second your body touches it, a blunt is pushed in your face no hesitation, just peer pressure wrapped in friendship.

“This shit’s expensive,” Vi says with a smirk. “One puff and you’re on cloud nine.”

You raise your brow, bring it to your lips anyway, and take a slow drag. The smoke clings to your lungs before you exhale, coughing almost instantly.

“Shit, Vi. That’s strong,” you choke out, blinking through the burn as she laughs and snatches it back for her own hit.

Between whatever’s in your cup and the blunt clouding your head, things start to buzz. Mel isn’t on your mind. Not really. Not in the way she usually is tight and sharp and impossible to ignore. Right now, she’s distant. Fuzzy. Just another shadow slipping out of view.

You’re just starting to relax, to actually enjoy yourself, when it happens.

Of course.

Because if peace exists, the universe has a sick sense of humor.

Jayce walks in first clean-cut, grinning like a politician, as if he doesn’t know a damn thing. Mel follows beside him, her posture elegant and distant. She’s wearing a golden dress.

That gold dress.

Your gold dress.

The one you bought her months ago. It hugs every inch of her like it was sewn onto her skin—silky and unforgiving in the best way. It shows off her waist, her legs, her chest. You loved that dress because whenever she wore it, you couldn't keep your hands off her. And she knew that.

She glances your way. Just once. Quick. But you catch it.

And she looks away.

Your smile comes without thinking. Automatic. Cold. Masked.

They make their way over. Of course they do. Mel sits down right beside you, all that silk and perfume and distance like a ghost in gold.

“Jayce, Mel. Glad you guys could make it,” Vi says, with a smirk that’s half-amused, half-provoking.

Jayce nods like everything’s normal.

Mel says nothing.

She just stares at you. And you stare back, letting your eyes drag over her body without shame. You don’t speak. You don’t have to. Because she knows what that dress means.

Everyone’s deep in conversation laughing, drinking, smoking but all you can do is watch her. Mel, sitting right beside you in that gold dress, pretending like she hasn’t been haunting your thoughts for weeks.

You lean in slightly, voice low and sharp like a blade meant only for her.

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me?” you whisper, close enough that your breath grazes her ear.

She doesn’t look at you at first. Just sips from her drink, keeps her eyes on the crowd. But then she turns, slow, deliberate, and lets her gaze sweep over you—up, down, and back again.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” she says coolly. “Just avoiding you.”

You snort, unfazed. “That’s just ignoring but with extra steps.”

She shoots you a look. Cold, clipped—full of warning. She wants you to back off.

You don’t.

“So what happened to that big breakup with Jayce?” you murmur, eyes fixed forward as you speak, voice low and careful. Not obvious. Not loud. But she hears every syllable.

You place a hand on her thigh, just above the knee. Her body stiffens slightly. She doesn’t answer, doesn’t move. So you take it a step further, dragging your fingers higher with deliberate slowness.

“I missed you.” Your voice is silk now, dangerous and sweet. “Did you miss me?”

Her breath catches as your hand slides over the soft fabric between her legs. She still doesn’t speak. Just stares ahead, jaw tight, like she can will herself not to feel anything.

You lean closer. “I know he’s not fucking you right. He never did.”

You shift the fabric of her dress, just enough to find the line of her thong beneath it. She gulps. You push it aside, two fingers brushing against her—warm, already wet. And you smile.

She opens her mouth, a whisper of something forming, but nothing comes out. Her thighs tense beneath your hand. Her breathing changes, just slightly—but enough for you to feel it.

She’s trying so hard not to react. But you’ve always known how to pull her apart in silence.

Vi leans over the table, oblivious. “Mel, you want a hit of this?” she asks, holding up the blunt.

Mel hesitates. For too long.

You press your fingers in just the right way, slow and steady. Her hand grips the edge of the table.

“No,” she finally says, barely audible, biting her bottom lip as she shakes her head.

You glance at Jayce still talking, still clueless. It’s almost funny.

You lean in again, lips brushing her ear. “You’re soaking through your thong for me, aren’t you?” you murmur, your voice a mix of amusement and possession.

Mel lets out the softest moan, hidden beneath the noise of the party. Her hand covers yours under the table not to stop you, but to ground herself.

“Please,” she whispers, breath ragged. “Stop.”

But her legs stay open.

And her body keeps rocking toward your hand.

You glance up at her, then at her trembling hand gripping the edge of the table her thighs parting just slightly with each slow push of your fingers. She leans into the rhythm, like her body’s chasing you, begging without words.

“You say you want me to stop,” you whisper, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “but your body tells me otherwise.”

Mel swallows hard, her jaw tightening as she stares off toward the corner of the room. Refusing to meet your eyes.

You love it.

Love the control. Love how no matter what mask she puts on, she falls apart at your touch. Every damn time.

“I thought you and Mel were supposed to break up,” Vi says suddenly, reclining against Caitlyn with a lazy grin.

Jayce glances over, amused, like it’s a joke he’s in on. “We were,” he replies, shrugging. “But Mel can’t get enough of me.”

You nearly laugh. Instead, you curl your fingers just right and watch Mel’s body twitch.

Jayce keeps talking, oblivious. “We argue, fall out, she storms off and says she needs space but she always comes back the next morning. Like she’s hit reset. Like nothing even happened.”

Caitlyn turns her head slowly, eyes flicking from Jayce to Mel, then to you.

You don’t say a word.

Just smile.

Then you drag your fingers deeper.

Mel jolts beside you. Her thighs squeeze together, subtle but urgent. She’s holding it in, barely. She shoots you a desperate glance, eyes glossy, lips parted. Then she grabs her drink, stands quickly, and mutters, “I need to use the bathroom.”

She doesn’t look at you.

She doesn’t look at anyone.

She walks off too fast, trying to appear casual but barely holding herself together. The hem of her golden dress is still slightly rumpled from where your hand was.

You take your time finishing your drink, licking the slick off your fingers in plain sight of the table before excusing yourself. Jayce is still mid-sentence. Caitlyn and Vi just glance at each other and shake their heads like they know something but not enough.

You move through the house, upstairs, and find the bathroom door cracked just barely.

She’s in there.

Pacing.

Wringing her hands. Her cheeks flushed deep pink. She’s breathing too hard, biting her lip, trying to calm down.

You push the door open.

No knocking.

Mel turns sharply but you’re already inside, already closing the door behind you with a soft click of the lock. She doesn’t get a chance to speak.

You grab her by the waist, spin her gently into the sink, and crash your mouth onto hers.

The kiss is hard. Heated. Hungry. She melts into it with a breathy whimper, her hands immediately finding your shoulders.

Your mouth never leaves hers as your hand slides down, gathering the silky fabric of her dress until it's bunched around her hips exactly where it belongs. She's already soaking, thighs trembling, as if her body’s been waiting for you all this time.

You lift her onto the bathroom counter with ease, her back hitting the cool mirror, and spread her legs apart. The kiss breaks only when you need to breathe, but her lips chase yours, desperate to keep the connection.

“I didn’t mean to avoid you I swear,” she whispers, clutching at you like you might disappear.

“But you did,” you murmur, meeting her eyes.

Her lashes flutter as she shakes her head, voice fragile. “I- I wasn’t trying to. You just... you do these things to me and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

You shush her softly, pressing kisses to her cheek, down her jaw, her collarbone. “Then say that,” you murmur, voice low, steady. “Don’t run.”

Her breath hitches as you peel the dress away completely, baring her smooth, golden skin inch by inch. Her bra follows, then her panties damp and clinging. You toss them aside without looking. She tries to kiss you again, but you pull back, dragging your eyes over her exposed body instead.

Your hand cups her breast, thumb brushing her nipple before your mouth replaces it sucking gently, then harder. She moans, fingers curling into your shoulders, but one hand tries to slip lower, to guide yours where she wants it most.

You grab her wrist and stop her.

“Why should I reward you, hm?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “You’re dating someone else. And honestly? This whole thing’s starting to feel a little boring.”

You step back just slightly, enough for her to whimper at the distance. Her hands reach out, but you don’t come closer.

“I mean, there’s no way he’s fucking you like I do,” you mutter, sinking to your knees.

Her breath stutters.

You part her legs again and find her cunt glistening, twitching in the air between you swollen and desperate. You don’t touch her. Not yet. You just breathe against her, warm and slow, and watch her squirm.

“Is he?” you ask, voice firm, dark, reverent. “Fucking you like I do?”

Mel’s hands dive into your locs, trying to tug you closer, trying to force you to give in. You don’t. Not until she answers.

“No,” she gasps. “H-he doesn’t.”

You smile.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then you lick her. One long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit.

She arches off the counter, crying out, her thighs trying to clamp around your head but you hold them open.

You keep your grip firm on her thighs, holding them wide despite the way she trembles, trying to squeeze them closed. Your tongue moves slow at first deliberately. You trace soft, lazy circles around her clit, never quite giving her the pressure she wants. You feel every twitch in her muscles, every shallow breath she struggles to hold back.

You lick her again—slower this time, letting the tip of your tongue tease her clit before you suck it into your mouth and she gasps, head thrown back against the mirror. Her thighs are trembling already, trying to close again, but you press your forearm over them, pinning her open.

“Keep ‘em open,” you growl, voice muffled against her. “You wanted to avoid me, remember? Now you’re gonna take everything you missed.”

Mel moans, loud and broken, her hands tightening in your hair like she’s trying to anchor herself. You let her. You like when she clutches you like this, desperate, wrecked, losing her mind over your mouth.

Your tongue is relentless. No teasing now no mercy. You eat her like you own her, rough and deep, mouth sloppy and punishing as you suck and lap and flick her clit until she’s writhing against the mirror, legs shaking so hard the counter beneath her creaks. You grind your tongue into her like you’re trying to prove something and maybe you are.

Because he doesn’t do this to her. He doesn’t know her like this.

But you do.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your mouth down to fuck her entrance with your tongue, watching her arch and whimper. “So messy for me. You’d really let him think you’re his?”

She tries to answer, but her words collapse into moans, breathless and needy. Her hips jerk, trying to chase your mouth. You slap the inside of her thigh—firm, sharp. “Use your words, Mel.”

“N-no,” she gasps, nearly crying with it. “I’m not—I’m yours, I’m yours—”

“Damn right you are.”

You stand up in one smooth motion and grab her by the throat—not tight, just enough to keep her still as you slam your mouth back over hers. She tastes like sin and desperation and you don’t give her a second to breathe before your other hand plunges between her legs.

Two fingers, deep, rough, no warning.

She screams into your mouth.

“Shh,” you whisper, kissing her jaw, her throat, biting just below her ear. “You want the whole party to hear how wet you are for me?”

Her cunt clenches around your fingers as you fuck them into her, fast and deep, curling them just right until her legs are shaking violently. You press your forehead to hers and look into her eyes—those wide, wet brown eyes glazed over with lust and guilt and need.

“You’re mine,” you say through gritted teeth. “Even when you run. Even when you lie to yourself. You still come back. You always fucking come back.”

“I do- I do- please don’t stop”

“Not stopping till you come,” you promise, fucking her harder, fingers dragging over her sweet spot again and again. “You gonna come on my fingers like a good girl?”

She nods frantically, mouth open but no words coming out. Her back hits the mirror again, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other still twisted in your hair like she’s scared you’ll stop.

You don’t stop.

You curl your fingers, grind your palm into her clit, and whisper in her ear: “Come for me, baby.”

She breaks with a cry—legs locking up, pussy fluttering around your fingers as she comes hard, soaking you, trembling violently. You don’t stop even then, dragging it out, forcing every drop of her orgasm to wrack her body as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

When she finally sags against you, gasping, shaking, utterly undone, you pull your hand from her and suck your fingers clean while staring her down.

Then you kiss her again, hard and claiming.

“You’re not walking out of this bathroom like nothing happened,” you say against her lips. “If he wants you back after this, he’ll have to pick you up off the floor.”

Mel’s body is still trembling against yours, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, face flushed, eyes glossy and unfocused. You stand between her legs, hand still on her hip, and when your fingers brush her cheek, she leans into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You okay?” you murmur, low and close.

She nods, barely. Then she looks up at you—eyes wide, glassy, and needy—and slides down from the counter without a word.

Your brows lift. “Mel…”

But she’s already sinking.

She drops to her knees with a soft thud, the cool bathroom tile kissing her skin. Her hands find your thighs as she looks up at you, mouth slightly parted, her face caught somewhere between reverence and desperation.

“Mel,” you murmur, tilting your head down. There’s a warning in your voice—because you didn’t ask for this. But God, you want it. And she knows that.

“I need to,” she whispers, voice hoarse and desperate. “Let me. Please.”

Her fingers hook into the hem of your dress, dragging it up with shaking hands. She kisses your inner thigh first—soft, then open-mouthed and wet, like a promise. Her breath ghosts over your underwear, and you feel your core throb at the reverence in the way she kisses just beside where you need her most.

“Mel,” you murmur, tilting your head down. There’s a warning in your voice—because you didn’t ask for this. But God, you want it. And she knows that.

“I need to,” she whispers, voice hoarse and desperate. “Let me. Please.”

“You were so mean to me tonight,” she whispers, dragging your panties down slow, her lips brushing your skin.You don’t say anything. Just step out of your panties and hook your fingers into her hair, holding her in place, guiding her exactly where you want her.

“But you liked it,” you say quietly. “You like me being mean, didn’t you?”

She nods, barely. “I liked knowing I’d have to earn you back.”

And then she leans in and licks—slow, one long stripe up your slit, her tongue hot and deliberate. You hiss in pleasure, your grip in her hair tightening. She groans as soon as she tastes you, and you feel it in your bones. Mel doesn't tease. She devours. She kisses your cunt like it’s sacred, tongue pressing in deep, then flattening and swirling against your clit with a pressure that makes your legs buckle.

“Fuck—Mel—”

You brace a hand on the counter, the other still in her curls, guiding her. She looks up at you with those warm brown eyes, pupils blown wide, and you nearly lose it. Her hands squeeze your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you grounded, while her mouth works you over like she’s starving.

She moans into you—deep and guttural—and the vibration nearly makes you come on the spot.

You rock your hips forward, using her face, dragging your cunt over her mouth. “You missed this, didn’t you?” you breathe, voice cracking. “Missed having something real in your mouth instead of whatever bullshit Jayce tells you?”

She whimpers. The shame in her eyes makes your stomach twist in satisfaction, but the way she nods is honest. Desperate.

You tighten your grip and push her harder into you. “Then fucking prove it.”

Mel moans and obeys. Her tongue flicks, swirls, plunges. She slurps, messy and greedy, and you know she’s doing it on purpose—knows how wet the sounds make you, how unhinged it feels to be devoured by her like this with a house full of people just downstairs.

Your hips stutter. You grind into her mouth, that coil winding impossibly tight, and Mel—good girl that she is—never breaks eye contact. She moans again, needy and wrecked, the sound vibrating through you like lightning.

And then you’re coming—fast and hard, thighs clamping around her face, cunt pulsing on her tongue, moaning her name like a prayer. Your knees nearly give out, but she holds you up, lets you ride it out on her face, lets you fuck your release into her mouth like it’s what she was made for.

When you finally exhale, trembling, legs weak, she’s still licking—slow now, almost gentle. Cleaning you up. Worshipping you.

You reach down, tilt her face up. Her lips are glossy with you, eyes dazed and adoring.

“You’re not walking out of here first,” you murmur, tugging her up into a kiss, tasting yourself on her mouth. “I want them all to see me first. Let them wonder what happened.”

She nods, drunk on you.

“Then you come out a few minutes after me,” you murmur against her lips, dragging your teeth gently along her bottom one before giving it a playful bite. “Hair a mess. Legs barely holding you up. Dress inside out. Let them wonder.”

Mel shivers, her eyes fluttering shut for a second.

And then she smiles. That sly, secret smile meant only for you.

The two of you descend the stairs together, her hand still laced in yours like she’s clinging to something she doesn’t want to let go of—like she’s afraid the moment she does, you’ll vanish.

The house is alive with noise: bass-heavy music vibrating the walls, drunken laughter echoing off tile, smoke curling through the air. It’s all blurred now—too many people, too many conversations, too much chaos. But none of it touches you. Not really. Not when your skin still burns with the echo of her body. Nobody’s paying attention.

Not yet.

But something about the air feels different. Heavier. Tighter. Like a storm rolled in silently and is just waiting for the first strike of lightning.

You lead her outside to the edge of the patio, somewhere quieter. She exhales slowly, chest rising and falling, like she’s trying to steady herself. Her lipstick is nearly gone. Her curls are a mess from your fingers. Her dress is rumpled. And she looks beautiful—unraveled and kissed raw.

Still, she hasn’t said a word.

“I meant what I said,” you murmur, brushing a curl from her cheek, voice soft but steady. “He doesn’t touch you like I do. Doesn’t know how to look at you like this.”

She blinks at you, something aching in her eyes—wide and wet and unsure. Her lips part like she’s finally about to say something back, to answer you with truth or apology or something messier. But her expression shifts. Her smile disappears.

You follow her gaze.

And your stomach drops straight through the floor. Jayce is standing on the other side of the room, just beyond the crowd. Frozen. Still. Not talking. Not drinking. Just watching. And from the way his jaw is set, from the sharpness in his stare, you know he’s been standing there long enough to see everything. No smile. No confusion. Just something cold. Mel’s fingers twitch in yours.

And then she lets go.

You don’t know if it’s to protect you from whatever happens next. Or because some part of her is still his. And that maybe, just maybe, she’s about to prove it.

I got lazy towards the end I’m sorry I’ve been working on this for four whole days again thank you sm for 400 followers this means the world to me Ⓒ atereaste

#atereaste library 📚#lesbian #mel medarda x reader #wlw #arcane x reader #arcane mel #mel medarda x you #mel x you #mel medarda smut #mel x reader #arcane mel x reader #mel medarda #mel my beloved

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bippot · 6 months ago

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Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds Masterlist

Wanna be added to a taglist? Either comment on this post or send me a message!

Taglist: @pnkmn, @adriansboyfriend, @s0ra-s0ra, @sleepysongbirdsings @libraprincessfairy

1) A Real Headscratcher I Tumblr I AO3 I

The two BAU younglings clearly feel something other than friendship towards each other. Despite how much Morgan and the rest of the team tease them, the dynamic duo progresses at their own adorable speed.

2) Angel in a Sweater Vest I Tumblr I AO3 I

Obligatory Professor Reid fic but without the weird age gap. When an artist takes one of Spencer’s courses for research for her comic book, he’s astounded by his lack of self-restraint.

3) Doppel I Tumblr I AO3 I

Working with his wife usually comes easy to Spencer, but when a woman identical to her is found dead, it becomes a little bit harder to deal with. Especially when she’s determined to find the guy by whatever means she has at her disposal.

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Spencer’s mouth moves faster than his brain whenever he’s around the Film Studies professor. She’s smart. She’s cool. And he’s made a fool of himself in front of her. So, to save him from heartbreak, he’s decided he doesn’t like her. It’s a lie, and not a very good one.

5.1) Magic Hands I Tumblr I AO3 I

After being independent all his life, Spencer needs someone to lean on. He finds out how to when a pipe in his apartment burst and he needs to move in with his old pal. She’s been waiting for the chance to pamper and treat him the way he deserves.

5.2) Biological Warfare I Tumblr I AO3 I

Spencer is a germaphobe. He detests the thought of someone sneezing in his general area. There is an exception, though. He seems to be able to handle his girlfriend’s sick day without batting an eye.

5.3) Kiss And Make Up I Tumblr I AO3 I

On the outside, it seems as if Reid and his girlfriend have the perfect relationship. They never fight. She lavishes him with affection whenever he’s feeling low. And she gets along with his friends. But when their first argument finally comes, will they be able to get through it, or will this one bump be too much to handle?

6) Swiping Right I Tumblr I AO3 I

Penelope Garcia's parties are the number 1 spot for gossip, and Spencer Reid and the newbie seem to be the hot topic during this one thanks to an impulsive dating app swipe.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler

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nomoraamongfivearchons · 5 months ago

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Hu Tao's Poem in Lantern Rite 5.3 (Spoilers)

There's a joke floating around that Hu Tao survived the ritual because Zhongli C6'd her (by finishing her poem, which is her constellation). I absolutely love that joke because funny haha aside, it shows just how well this event is written. As someone who plays genshin in CN, I love how they incorporated Hu Tao's constellation into the event by making it not only the poem Hu Tao recites before the climatic ritual, but also a foreshadowing of how she might be saved.

It would be difficult to tell at first if you only play in EN, since localization completely gave up on preserving the poetry in Hu Tao's constellation, but if you play in CN or look up the original text, the intent literally jumps out at you (the en constellation names are italicized) :

赤團開時斜飛去 A butterfly dances in a crimson bouquet (C1) 最不安神晴又復雨 For fear of the ominous rainfall that may soon show its face (C2) 逗留採血色 With one last, lingering glance at that carmine hue (C3) 伴君眠花房 She lies among the petals in the garden of eternal rest (C4) 無可奈何燃花作香 As she sets the floral incense ablaze. (C5) 幽蝶能留一縷芳 The lone butterfly left, but not without a trace. A fragrance remained, her butterfly's embrace. (C6)

The last two lines are especially pertinent to the event bc the word for word translation is: "With no other choice, she burns the flowers as incense, but the lone butterfly will leave a trace of fragrance". The first line calls back to the Lone Butterfly's sacrifice centuries ago and foreshadows what Hu Tao is prepared to do. However, the second line reflects how Old Man Wuwang preserved the Lone Butterfly's legacy AND how there's still a chance to help Hu Tao, which Zhongli drops hints to the Traveler with the subtlety of a meteor; and the Traveler uses the plum branch Hu Tao gave them—the "fragrance" left by the lone butterfly—to reach Hu Tao in time and pull her back from death.

It's setup and payoff done so economically, using material that is already known to the audience, and it all centers around Hu Tao, the legacy she carries, and the people who love her.

#text post #genshin #hu tao #lantern rite 5.3 #genshin spoilers

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dailycapitano · 6 months ago

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A sign❄️

Hoyo has to, they're not stupid enough to waste all that amount of money they could be profiting off Capitano especially after giving him a playable form in 5.3 when he passed Albedo's test, he even has a playable standing pose

#capitano #genshin #genshin impact #il capitano #genshin impact capitano #genshin impact il capitano #natlan #thrain #the captain #khaenri'ah

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luciferlightbringer · 1 year ago

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 12

Hey! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while! This week was a lot and smut takes a lot of energy for me to write because I care about the details and all. But now it is here! Also, I was gonna put a more cute/loving gif of Lucifer for for this one but then I saw this was and I couldn't stop laughing, so here we are. Enjoy~

Chapter 11|Chapter 12 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.3 k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity, kissing, SMUTTTT (penetration, oral, handjobs, sub/dom, sex toys)

By the end of the day, all your things had been moved over to the hotel. Lucifer had offered to put your things in his room, but you had asked for your own, both because you wanted to have your stuff separate for now... and part of you wanted a separate place to be if you after Lucifer ever had issues come up. You didn't anticipate it happening, but the anxiety that came with a new relationship, especially your first healthy one, left you needing some time to adjust. Lucifer, being the good man that he was, respected it, but not without a little pouting, but you reassured him that you would still be spending every night sleeping by his side.

By the end of the day, you were tired, and honestly, so was Lucifer. The physical and emotional toll of the day had caught up to the both of you and you went to bed early that night. Snuggling up in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lucifer woke up early, excited, with a plan for the day. Lucifer got up and got dressed for the day, gave you a swift kiss on the lips as you laid half awake in bed and whispered, "I have some things I need to do today, but see you later. Ok? You're booked out with me starting dinner time, got it?" You nodded sleepily. He kissed you again, deeper this time. "I love you, Duckie." And then he left to go pick up supplies for his plan with you later.

A little bit later, you finally woke up and laid in Lucifer's- Lucifer and YOUR's bed... that would take some while to get used to. You heard a faint sound of commotion down in the lobby. You decided to get up to see what all the commotion was about, throwing on a basic shirt and shorts. It had been forever since you had gotten to have a slow day and wear clothes that weren't required to make you look like a sex toy, the change was really nice.

You skip downstairs to come face to face with a couple of familiar faces... some of your friends from the brothel! Gemma, Natalie, and Katrina, had all come also wanting to move into the hotel and give redemption a try. They saw how Lucifer and the others had fought for you, and they wanted in on that kind of support, even if they were still going to work at the brothel. You hugs them all and cried happy tears.

"You, uhhh... wouldn't be willing to spare one more hug, would ya, Babydoll?" You turned around at the familiar voice to see Larry standing behind you.

"Larry!" you hugged him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well.." he said sheepishly, "Truthfully, I've been losing the heart to run that brothel over the last several decades... Although business is already up a lot since it got out the Lucifer used my place, haha! We will see what happens... I am still running it, but... I might not be trying to find any new girls is all. Learning about this hotel here... gave me something else to try out... if... you are ok with me being here... that is..."

You smiled at Larry and hugged him again, "Of course I am! Every sinner is welcome here! Just one thing though... my new boyfriend might not be too fond of you calling me Babydoll anymore."

Larry laughed, "Fair enough, wouldn't want to upset him, I already know what that looks like, yeeshh," he said playfully pulling at his collar, "How about just 'doll'?" You nodded with a laugh, "That should work". You helped Larry and the other girls move in most of the day. Luckily you were distracted enough that you did not see Lucifer pop in and out the the hotel several times with supplies.

Eventually it came dinner time and you went off to your own room, to shower and get dressed for the event with Lucifer that night. You walked into your room to find a beautiful black and red dress with matching shoes and a bag next to it with a note saying:

Got you a little something for our first official date, I hope you like it. Love, Luci <3

Your heart swelled, you had no idea how your life had ended up like this, but you were the happiest you had ever been. You sighed happily and went to take a quick shower, did your hair with simple makeup and put on the dress. It fit your dimensions perfectly, like scary perfectly, and had no tag.

Did he have this made for you? This was going to be a lottttt to get used to, you were dating a King. Oh my god, you were dating a King. No... you were dating Lucifer, he could have been a sinner just like anyone else and it wouldn't matter to you. He could fall to an even darker pit of Hell and you would follow him. This must have been how Lilith felt all those years ago. You finished getting ready and you heard a knock on your door at your usual time.

You went to go open the door and saw Lucifer standing in front of you, wearing a more simple suit that was still just as sexy as his normally outfit, but with more black and red details to match you. As you catch his view, he catches yours, and you both look at each other with jaws agape as you take in each other's beauty. Lucifer was so happy that the dress fit you, and in all. the. right. ways. He gave you a prideful smile.

"I'm glad I got the measurements correct," he said with a smirk.

"So it was custom made, how did you know my dimensions?" you smirked back at him.

Lucifer raked his eyes up and down your body, "I'm just... good with spacial awareness." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and nodded with a cheeky smile, "Wow, I never thought such a nerdy sentence could sound so hot~" you purred.

Lucifer got a little flustered, "Oh shut up," he grabbed your hand and putted you into a deep kiss. You two stood in the kiss and embrace for a few minutes before Lucifer pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I don't want to get too ahead of myself, we have an itinerary to keep to" Lucifer says as he taps his cane on the floor. Before you can ask what he meant, he teleports the both of you to a secluded room with large windows that overlook the Pride Ring, music softly playing in the background, Swan Lake.

You looked at the view and smiled, "All this for me?" you ask.

"Oh this is just the beginning of our night, my love. And yes, you deserve this and much much more," he kissed both of your hands before taking you to your chair. You and Lucifer ate dinner together, spent hours listening to music, flirting, and eventually got up and started dancing together. This made Lucifer think about how things used to be with Lilith, but he could appreciate that it was different, it was with you.

He dips you and kisses you deeply, running his hands down your frame. His body had been aching for yours all day during the preparations for the night, but he knew he had to be patient just a little longer. We wanted so desperately to claim you, but also, to fill you with all the love and pleasure that he could muster. It was the least you deserved.

Lucifer pulls his head back to be able to look at you as you look up at him, his eyes full of love as he smiled down at you, "I love you my darling, and from this day on, I will make sure you never go a day in your life where you doubt that."

You felt tears well in your eyes, "I love you too, King of Hell, King of my heart. I will do everything in my power to be by your side and love you." You kiss him again as he ends the dip, standing you back upright.

"Are you ready for the rest of the evening?" He said with some flirty mischief in his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows again.

You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, "Oh I am."

Lucifer tapped his cane and you both teleported back to the hotel, in front of your door. "I have one more outfit for you tonight, get changed and come to our room in ten minutes," he asked trying to hide the excitement in his eyes at his plans for you. You nodded.

Lucifer kisses you again, deeper than all of the others, barely able to keep himself from taking you right there in the hallway. He parts and walks back to the room he called both of yours. You smiled and watched him walk away before going into your room. On the bed was another new outfit, who had put that there while you were gone? It was Angel, Angel wanted to help

On your bed, was a simple but elegant robe, the type of robe you would find at a spa or something, and nothing else. What was he up to? Before putting on the robe you also put on a set of lingerie that you had gotten a while ago, just for him to see if he had ever wanted to have sex with you back when he was still paying for your time, but now he got to see it for free, and that made you even happier.

You slipped on the robe, and after ten minutes, you walked down to your shared room with Lucifer and knocked on the door. Lucifer called for you to come in, and you opened the door to the room filled with lit candles, rose petals on the floor, a table over on the side that had stuff on it covered in a cloth, and Lucifer standing near the side of the bed, also wearing a robe that matched yours, this hat and cane off to the side. All you were able to see was his chest exposed down to the V in the robe and his black arms up to his elbows and his black legs to to the knee where they started to transition to white.

You laughed as you walked into the room towards Lucifer, "What is all this?"

Lucifer looked you over, Hells he wanted to rip that robe off of you, "Well... I wanted this all to be special. I know I could just toss you on the bed and probably have my way with you but... I want this to feel different... I don't this to feel like just another job... I want it to feel like love."

His words left a pang in your heart, you got close and cupped his face "You don't have to do all of this for me to feel like that, everything about you makes this feel like love... frankly... I struggled most of the time to see you as just a client... after a while I hated that you were because I wanted for it all to be real."

"Just for both of us to find out it was real the whole time," he said as he nuzzled into your hand, "I love you, and I'm going to spend the reset of the night and every day after showing you just how much I do." Lucifer then pulled you into a deep kiss. Both of you start to explore each other's bodies with your hands a little before Lucifer stops you again.

"Hells, you make it so hard to stop, but I have a plan here," he clears his throat, he is already shaking a little out of excitement and nerves, "You have spent a lot time using your body for others and I want to make you feel good, so I was going to give to a message. Does that sound ok?"

You melted, hell he was sweet and really hot, how could he possibly get more hot? "That sounds amazing actually..."

Lucifer's eyes lit up, "Great! And then uhh... whenever we move on to other activities... I may have uhh... gone with Asmodeus to get like... a bunch of new toys! Hahah... we don't have to use them now, if you don't want to. I just wanted us to have options..." he said pointing over at the covered table on the side.

You looked over at the table and then back at him with lust and mischief filled eyes, tucking a hair behind his ear, "We should probably get the massage started before I start perusing those toys," you purred.

Lucifer's face turn red and his loins stir, he gulps hard as he walked you over to the bed. As you laid down, you looked at Lucifer as you slowly shrugged off your robe and tossed it to the side, leaving you in only your lingerie as you laid down on the bed with your back and ass to the sky. Lucifer raked his eyes across your body and gulped hard again, this is the first time he had seen you this exposed since the night you met, and the memories alone did not do you justice.

He jumped up on the bed beside you, swiping your hair away from your back and covering his hands in massage oil before starting to rub into your back, and beginning his goal of feeling every inch of your body with his hands. He started to work his way down your shoulders, neck, lower back, and it felt amazing for him to touch and for you to experience.

As he moved his hands around your curves, he looked for points of tension and pain, and used a little magic to help in aiding his hands in relaxing you and making your body feel good. His touch feels incredible to you, even without the magic, and you can't help but moan and sigh as he worked your muscles. The attention he gave your back alone was already enough to get you turned on, even though you already had been pretty turned of from all the kisses, but you felt yourself starting to get more wet.

Lucifer held back a moan as he hear you start to sigh at the pleasure of his hands on you. He loved that he was making you feel good, making you feel pleasure. He wanted to worship you, your body. Your body was the alter to the entity that he now wanted to worship for the rest of his life. He felt himself already start to get drunk off the feeling of your soft skin, your beautiful muscles and curves. His hands started to explore more down an arm, down to your hand, working at your palm and trailing kisses down from your shoulder to your wrist before moving to the other arm and repeating the process there before doing the same down each leg.

You continue to moan and sigh as he moved across your body. The massage felt so good but your pussy continued to ache for him, every time he got close to your entrance, you started to shake and moan more. This was not lost on Lucifer, he loved seeing you quiver beneath him, and he wanted to badly to just dive into you... but not quite... he needed to torture you a little more.

He quickly snapped the back of your lingerie top and before you had time to talk, he quickly flipped you over and got on top of you. He straddled you as he slowly undid the tie on the front of his robe and slipped it off of him, leaving him completely exposed above you. You were now able to see the entirely of his well sculpted body, chest, back, hips... and his cock that was already hard and erect for you. Hells it looked incredible, you just wanted it in... so many places... He gave you a long and passionate kiss, with some exchanging of saliva between your mouths, tongues exploring each other before he starts to work to massage to front of your body.

The touch on your front was much more sensual thought than it had been on your body. Lucifer slowly kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, down to you breasts. Lucifer removed the lingerie top the rest of the way before massaging around your breasts, playing with your nipples, kissing and nipping around one, before putting his mouth on it and sucking on it. The nerves in your nipples felt like they were on fire and that each flick of his tongue made your loins start to throb as you groaned. You started to weave you finger though his blonde hair tugged at it a little. He took his time before moving over at repeating the process on your other nipple.

You felt like you were going crazy with lust at this point, you had never been so desperate for someone to enter inside of you. You opened your legs a little, hoping for him to take the hint to just dive in... to devour you.

Lucifer chuckled to himself as he felt your legs shift open, he decided it was time to start ending your torment. As he finished his attention on your second breast, he traced a hand down your stomach and down to your mound, moving the fabric of your thong out of the way before starting to tease your entrance.

You start to pant and groan louder, "Luci, baby please... Please touch me... put your fingers in me... I can't take it... Mmmm.... pleas-uhhH!!!!" You moan louder as he cuts you off mid-plea by sliding a finger into you, and starting to pump it in and out. He was now able to feel just how wet you were.

"Mmm, all of this wetness for me? With how much fucking you do, I wouldn't think you would be such a dripping mess for me, I'm so honored," he purred as he stared up at you from your chest, mischievous lust dancing across him face, burning in his eyes. Slowly, Lucifer added a second and then a third finger into your dripping hole as he continued to finger you and he continued to kiss and nip his way down your stomach and down your thighs. curling his fingers up into your G-spot making you cry out with pleasure.

As soon as his mouth reached your thighs, he removed his fingers, getting better access to bite and kiss his way up your thighs towards your dripping mound, he was pussy drunk just looking at your gorgeous entrance. He looked up into your eyes as be positioned his mouth just above your folds.

"Oh my love, every inch of you is the most exquisite and radiant treasure... are you ready for my tongue to ruin you?" Lucifer growled.

"Yes... Luci, yes please... ruin me... eat me..." you whispered.

Lucifer gave you a wicked smile, "Good... because I've been starving since the day I met you, and it's time for me to eat my fill." Lucifer then enclosed his mouth around your folds and starts to swipe his tongue up and down your entrance before plunging his tongue deep into you.

You let out a scream of pleasure as his tongue assaults your entrance, it was incredible and he had barely started. Every touch from him set your body on fire. You grabbed onto Lucifer's golden locks as he lapped at you with a vicious hunger, as if he had not eaten in eons and your juices were his only source of food. Your screams of pleasure made him rock hard and he started to grind his own crotch against the bed to alleviate some of the need.

Seeing this, you make the decision that you wanted to take a more active role in the pleasure. You figure out how to flip Lucifer on his back, which caught him my surprise, and then you crawled up onto him so that you were hoovering your pussy over his face and were able to get access to his dick.

Lucifer grinned wildly at the sight of your mound hoovering above him, and grabbed both of your thighs to encourage you down until his mouth locked onto your folds again and his tongue was about to gain access to the inside of you again.

At the same time, you reached down and grabbed his dick, which caused Lucifer to moan deeply beneath you. As you started to stroke him more, Lucifer moaned more, and started to thrust his hips up into your hand. You guys try to match each other's pace with each other's pace of licking and pumping.

Lucifer pulled out his favorite trick, which was elongating his tongue inside of you and snaking it around until he heard you sharply inhale, indicating that he had once again found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. He locked in on that spot and gave it as much attention as he could muster, even though he was finding it a little harder to focus due to the incredible feeling of your gorgeous soft hands on his throbbing shaft.

You and Lucifer continued like this for a while, an symphony of moans and sighs building between the two of you until you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him inside of you.

"Luci... uhhh... baby I need you... Oh hells... I need to feel you inside of me.." You sighed. Without another thought, Lucifer moved his hands up to your stomach and pushed you back onto the bed. He flipped around and crawled up to you, giving you a deep and hungry kiss as he spread your legs apart, finally ripping off your thong completely and discarding to the side so that it would not be in the way anymore. You loved getting lost in the taste of your juices on his tongue.

He broke off for a moment, panting, readying himself, teasing his cock at your entrance. He looked up into your eyes, a fire raging of lust and love as he growled.

"I've wanted this since the moment I saw that gorgeous sinful body of yours, since the day that the divine powers made it so that you were the one that ended up at may door, above anyone else. And now here we are, you naked in my bed, begging to feel the blessings of my cock inside of you? Oh well then I will RUIN you like this every day for the rest of your life, you hear me? This is your eternal punishment now, in my bed, slobbering, drunk off of my cock. Now tell me, darling, tell me what it is you truly desire?!"

You cried out, "I want you to fuck me Lucifer Morningstar!"

And at that, Lucifer started to slide into your entrance. You both moan loudly as you make connection with each other. Lucifer could on contain himself as his wings started to unfold from his back as he railed you. He looked down to see your head thrown back and your eyes rolling, and again he could not contain himself as his demon form emerged. Horns sprouted from his temples, eyes red, claws sharp, and a sharp black tail twisted out from behind him and wrapped its way around one of your thighs.

You looked up to see the new view of his, his angelic an demonic combination of features were so beautiful and terrifying in the sexiest way possible. His hands glided and squeezed along your body, kissing your legs as he held them up. You felt yourself starting to unravel.

"Luci-, oohhh... baby... it's soooo goodd.... I... I'm gonnnaa..." you tried so hard to hold yourself together a little longer.

Lucifer looked down at you with red eyes and growled with a smirk, "Cum for me, baby... let me finally claim that pleasure of yours... I'm so close..."

At his encouragement and growl, you threw your head back and moaned loudly as you felt yourself completely unravel, cumming and contracting around his beautiful cock. As you scream and your walls tightened around Lucifer, he felt himself also come undone as he felt waves of pleasure take him over at he hit his climax, emptying himself into you.

Lucifer then collapsed and rolled over to you side to breathe, "That... was... amazing..." he gasped.

"Ya... it was... fuck..." you weren't ready to had your hands off of him. You pulled him close and started kissing and making out with him again. He rolled back into your embrace to kiss your lips. After a few minutes, hands started to trail around each other's bodies again and you both started to let kisses roam as your bodies grinded against each other. You guys were both ready for another round.

You took Lucifer's shaft back into your hand and you started to pump un and down on it, and it did not take long before it was rock hard again in your hands. You then flipped onto you hands and knees at you continued to stroke his cock, still glistening and wet from your juices. A bead of pre-cum started to form at the tip, which you swiped off with your tongue, causing Lucifer to let out a pitiful moan and grab onto your hair.

"Oh baby... please.." he begged. All of the dominance and power he had earlier was gone, leaving the submissive desperate man you remembered meeting the first night. This reminded you of your plan from that night, you eyes glittered with mischief.

You slid your mouth around the head of his mouth, swirling around the tip before taking as much for his dick into your mouth. Lucifer was already losing it at the tip, but when you dove deeper around him he let out a long pitiful moan.

"Fuccckkkkkkk babyyyyy... ahhhh!!!!" he cried. You continued to pump your mouth up and down his mouth, some times removing your mouth completely to lick up the side from base to tip, and taking his balls into your mouth before returned back to filling your mouth with his cock. After several minutes of this, you stopped and slipped you way off of the bed.

Lucifer looked at you confused and in a happy daze as you walked over the the covered table and removed the cloth. The table was filled with more toys than you had ever seen in your life. The options were limitless, but you were looking for one thing in particular. You scanned the table until you found that you were looking for.

You grabbed a strap on and held it up, and gave a sly smile over to your prey that was still a slobbering mess over on the bed. Lucifer's eyes lit up and he gave you a dazed nod. You then took the strap on and started to secure it to you before strutting back to the bed, letting the shaft sway from side to side.

Lucifer slipped off the bed and got in his knees in front of you, taking the plastic phallus in his mouth to kiss and suck on it as well as the surrounding skin of your hips. You enjoyed the view of Lucifer on his knees in front of you for a minute, before you reach down his hand to tip his face up and make him you up at you.

You smirked at his submissive gaze up at you, "Up. On the bed," you commanded.

Lucifer nodded and scrambled onto the bed on all fours, his back arched and and up and ready for you. You grabbed a small tube from the table before slowly making your way back to the edge of the bed, putting a dollop of lube on your fingers before starting to massage his entrance. He gawked and moaned in response, especially he you started to work a finger in, and then two. It had been forever since Lucifer had been pegged, and hell did he miss it. He loved being at someone else's command, not needing to think for a minute. It was pure bliss.

You then started to spread some lube around the plastic of the strap on tip and shaft, making sure there was enough as not to hurt him. You positioned yourself to tease his entrance while you reached forward and grabbed around his throat, pulling him back, and you whispered in his ear.

"Now... are you ready for me to take you back to Heaven, darling?" you growled in his ear.

"Y-yes... yes mommy," he whimpered before you let go of the grip on his neck and slowly eased yourself into him. Lucifer let out a long moan as you slid into him. He dropped back down to all fours, and as you started pumping, he matched your pace in response. He felt so full and high on the feeling of you inside of him. As he got used to it, you started to pump faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder. You waved your fingers through his hair, griping it and pulling his head back as you railed him, the grip of his hair making him moan and cry even louder, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks. Lucifer reached down and started to stroke himself as you pounded him. You took his other arm and held it behind him, forcing his face with squish into the bedding, muffling his cries.

After a while, Lucifer couldn't take it anymore, "Baby...oh hells... I need... mmmm... I need to fuck you... I beg of you." It made you so wet to see him like this, to have this power over him and to be pleasuring him in this way.

You cocked your head to the side and stopped you momentum while inside of him, and you pull him back up so you could whisper in his ear, "What is the magic word, Luci?" you purred.

"Mmmm... ahhh... p-please?" she whined. You obliged, removing yourself and replacing him on the bed on all four. Lucifer made quick of work of getting you in the same position you had just had him in, but with both hands behind your back as he quickly entered you and began pounding you again, screaming and moaning. You were sure the whole hotel could hear you, but you guys didn't care. It didn't take long until you both were reaching climax again and came at the same time before falling on the bed again in an exhausted heap.

Once he caught his breath, Lucifer pulled you in close, to cuddle against your naked body. Your bodies felt like magic against each other. He wanted to do nothing else other than hold you the rest of the night, you guys had the rest of time to try out the rest of the toys. He found your hand and laced his fingers in with your as he looked in your eyes. All you saw in each other's eyes was love and joy.

"y/n, I love you so much. Now and forever."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

You pulled Lucifer into another passionate kiss.

As you drifted off you sleep in Lucifer's arms, you whispered "I'm so happy we found each other, found love... in a hopeless place."

THE END

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— yearns though my heart, i watch you from afar.

synopsis. being the hardworking individual you were, earning a job at the local bookstore had you looking forward to it like it was the sunshine one craved on a misty winter morning.

or maybe it was the fact that you were addicted to books.

or maybe the fact that this one guy with weird bangs comes for weekly visits.

genres/themes. suguru geto x reader, fluff, pure fluff, non-sorcerer!au, bookstore worker!reader, heavy, heavy pining (both from reader and suguru), cameo of satoru, shoko, kento and haibara!, (tw!) suguru smokes, reader has had a problematic past (not specified), reader is an implied thriller fan.

★ jiah’s notes. *incoherent mumbling through tears* why can’t my brain just shut down for a moment,

word count. 5.2k ( ~ 5.3 lol, help this wasn’t supposed to be this long)

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° even if my heart stops beating

he’s here again.

a part of you mentally cursed yourself for not paying attention to the booklists you were supposed to be reviewing because obviously you were too busy waiting for him to arrive, while another part celebrated that at least he had arrived.

strange guy, he was— never once in your life had you thought that you’d think of someone else other than yourself and your never-ending books, but here you were— life proving you wrong once again.

although, you weren’t exactly complaining, were you?

slender hands of his skimmed over the book covers, concentrated dark eyes like an abyss of mystery— the faint sunlight casting them in such an ethereal glow that made them seem like rich pools of honey. his silky black hair was kept loose down his shoulders today, you noticed— save for the messy bun he had made with the upper half.

like hell were you complaining.

nimble fingers of yours fidgeted with the now crumpled sheet— and you let out a hiss, only just realising that you had crushed the poor paper that contained your to-do list for the day.

sorry, to-do list.

but hey, it’s not like destroying your to-do list had rendered you completely jobless— now you could watch the one whom you secretly admired in peace.

reason? your list got so crumpled up that you couldn’t even read it, duh.

and who was the one who crumpled it?

. . .

ah, maybe let’s not think about the list anymore.

where were you again? ah, yes, back to being your admiring self. the thriller book you’d always had since a high schooler by your side— you gave it a little tap of confirmation, speaking to it in a language only you and the book seemed to understand.

those eyes of yours fixed upon the man— could he even be called a man, at this point?— he was simply so . . . other-worldly that you often found yourself mentioning him to your co-workers, just to make sure that he was real and not just a figment of your imagination.

you still remembered the looks on their faces— small frowns embedded on their expression as they eyed you suspiciously, until your manager snapped at you all to start working already (“college kids these days,” he had muttered under his breath) but— did you mind?

not one bit, if he was involved.

his slow, sauntering footsteps made the wooden floor hum a soft clack— and you strangely found yourself listening to it, as if immersed in a melody only he was singing to you— a melody which only you could hear, and no one else.

your gaze lingered on the way his dark strands looked, especially those curiously styled bangs of his— wondering how it could look so soft and silky as the gentle sunlight painted it a shimmering brown— how, somehow, you had never wanted anything in this whole damn world other than running your fingers through those alluring locks. humming to yourself, you took occasional sips from the water bottle you had brought along— only to notice that it had long got over, and yet, here you were, still holding it to your lips like a complete idiot— eyes peering over the lid at a certain someone.

but, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

not one bit.

didn’t care if you looked like some lovesick fool right now— hey, at least he was the cause.

and you’d gladly be any fool in this whole damn universe if it comes to him.

you tilted your head, catching a glimpse of how his hand went back to scratch the back of his neck— a thoughtful expression on his face, and oh how your heart did a little flip when you saw that little, focused frown of his— making you almost drop the bottle, but you weren’t a complete idiot.

or were you?

“. . hey,” a small, annoyed voice says, snapping you out of your trance as you jerk your head downwards, to find a boy who looked no older than seven stare up at you with a scowl on his little face. “i’ve been callin’ you for five times, y’know.”

okay, maybe you were an idiot.

“oh,” you blinked, before letting out a sheepish chuckle, “sorry, lil’ guy. what can i help you with?”

“sorry yourself, miss girl who stares creepily at guys,” he said, making your eyes widen in an almost comically surprised way— okay, you were seriously doubting whether this kid was seven or not— “i wan’ this.”

the boy’s tiny hand placed a magazine on the table, the smooth cover sliding across the wooden surface.

you raised a brow, eyes narrowing whilst you read the oh so interesting title— ‘Girls’ You Can’t Get, So You Can Stare At Them Instead’— and regretting your life decisions as you flipped just one page— only to be met with some very . . not-so-family-friendly pictures of women.

swallowing a lump in your throat, your gaze flickered back to the menace— boy— in question; a small, flickering smile on your face.

“that’d be, uh,” you hastily flipped over to the back cover of the magazine, checking the price, “two hundred and ninety eight yen.”

handing him the receipt and the change after he had paid, you noticed how the kid immediately held onto it in an overly possessive grip, eyeing you warily, as if you were gonna snatch it out of his grip.

as he turned to walk out, you couldn’t help but blurt out the question you’d been pondering over since the past few minutes.

“hey— kid,” your voice said awkwardly, and he stopped in his tracks, raising a brow whilst looking at you over his shoulder, “how . . old are you?”

he let out a small ‘tsk’, rolling his eyes— a scowl settling over his features again.

“five.”

you could only stare as he stepped out of the store, mouth slightly parted in disbelief and surprise— eyes wide. five? and here you were, thinking that lil’ shit was seven.

you made sure to set a reminder to talk to your manager about stacking those— magazines— strictly in the adult section.

squinting your eyes at the place from where the kid must’ve taken that book, an audible gasp escaped you when your gaze landed on the sign-post just beside the shelves.

kid’s section.

and whilst you sat there on your chair, rethinking every single life decision you’ve ever made, a certain someone chuckled to themselves— the sound small and barely audible— filling the air for only a few seconds, yet lingering on for eternity.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ even if the world stops shaking

suguru had always been a patient, patient man.

some would say that was nature all along— the polite child he’d been, smooth voice so full of charm that he everyone was drawn to him and his beautiful, beautiful self— like a moth finding a source of light for the first time, a found serendipity that made him treasured by everyone he knew.

his head tilted upwards to gaze at the pink-tinged sky— dark pupils lingering on a moment too long at a peculiar shaped cloud as his white-haired friend’s voice filled the air, going on and on like a tuneless hum— hey, that looked a bit like satoru’s glasses, didn’t it?

“have any left?” suguru’s smooth voice muttered— and although satoru’s loud rambles drowned his words— a cigarette was placed into his hands by shoko, who gave him a knowing look.

good ol’ shoko.

“heyy, are you guys even listenin’ to me?” satoru’s whine earned him a light shove on the shoulder from suguru, who couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle.

“took you long enough to figure out that we weren’t,” shoko’s voice took a sarcastic turn whilst she twirled the cigarette between her fingers idly, bored eyes staring at the male.

“i was listening, senpai!” eyes lighting up with sparkles, haibara gazed at his upperclassmen in childlike awe; looking very much like an excited puppy— but then again, when was he not cheerful and excited?— suguru couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him yet again.

good ol’ haibara, suguru thought.

“uh huh? what was i saying then?” satoru grumbled, a pout on his boyishly hansome face whilst he crossed his arms— still a bit put off by the fact that his friends weren’t really paying attention to him.

“you were saying somethin’ about— the . . . the sea cucumber you found the other day when you went at the beach?” haibara stammered, an almost pitiful frown embedded on his face as he tried to remember what exactly satoru had been talking about— which of course earned a laugh from shoko and suguru.

“sea shells,” said a quiet voice, holding a tinge of irritability to it— and all of their heads jerked towards the direction of kento— who they thought hadn’t even acknowledged their very existence whilst being immersed in his book, let alone listen to satoru’s little chatters— before erupting into fits of laughter.

“oh, man,” satoru held onto his aching stomach, pretty blue orbs already reduced to tears— even he, though the one speaking, knew that kento usually paid as much attention to him as a person generally would to a roadside rock— but then again, they wouldn’t have been friends for so long if it had been as simple as that.

“kento, you really were listenin’, huh?” haibara slapped his hand on his shoulder, positively beaming— and oh how kento’s ears burned red in embarrassment.

“shut up,” he mumbled— shrugging the male’s hand off his shoulder as he busied himself with his book again, almost painfully obvious in the way he was avoiding either of their gazes.

good ol’ kento, suguru thought.

“mhmm, you’re right, my dearest kenny,” satoru cooed, slinging an arm around the younger male’s shoulder, positively relishing in the way he earned himself an irritated sigh from oh so grumpy kento— a bark of laughter escaping him as he ruffled his hair.

the sound was so youthful— filling the air like a harmonious tune, rough though it came off as— yet producing such a soothing effect because of the sheer joy it carried, a joy which was pure, a joy which was real.

good ol’ satoru, suguru thought.

“ooh, you might wanna be careful with the hair,” shoko snickered, puffing out a cloud of smoke— her laugh mirroring satoru’s.

“i’m making it look a bit more presentable, mind you,” satoru retorted, sarcasm oozing from his words as yet another laugh escaped him— suguru shook his head, heaving a light-hearted sigh; oh god, not one day passed without someone commenting on poor kento’s hairstyle— not that he was entirely sorry for him, as he took part in it quite as much.

and as his eyes watched kento furiously struggling to get out of satoru’s vice-like arm lock, a strange feeling emerged in his heart— a feeling he couldn’t quite place his finger upon.

longing.

for what, though? suguru couldn’t help but ponder, the cigarette resting lazily between his lips— completely unaware of the fact that it was still unlit— his friends were right here.

sure, they were. but something wasn’t there as well. something that made his head spin in such a dizzyingly sweet manner that he wanted it to never, ever stop.

something.

and where was this something?

he paused. slender fingers reaching up to slowly remove the cigarette from his lips— exhaling air, expecting to see a puff of smoke— dark eyes widening the moment he saw nothing.

the cigarette was still unlit.

still unlit.

and suddenly, he knew where it was. this something.

standing up gingerly, suguru brushed some dirt off his jeans, slinging his bag over his shoulder— heads turning to look at him, his friends’ curious eyes peering into his own.

suguru was a patient, patient man. a man who’d learnt to share his comforts— a man who’d been accustomed to comforting people just by his mere presence—

but strangely enough— for once in his life— he didn’t want to share.

this something of his.

“where’re you goin’, suguru?” satoru asked, his grip on kento’s face loosening— and kento taking the chance to immediately distance himself from satoru by at least five feet— “oh, don’t tell me.” —those mystifying, cerulean eyes of eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head— “you’re going to that crappy bookstore again.”

raising a brow, it was now suguru’s turn to roll his eyes.

“indeed, i am going to that crappy bookstore, satoru,” he tittered, a small, amused smirk on his face, “i have to buy this book i looked up yesterday—”

“since when were you the one to read so many books?” shoko narrowed her eyes— and, for the first time in his life, suguru didn’t want to be questioned— didn’t want to be the found serendipity, just— a quiet getaway.

to his something.

“senpai’s very smart, though!” haibara beamed, lips spreading into a wide grin. “i once saw him—”

“shut up for a while, haibara,” shoko retorted— which earned a small ‘sorry, senpai’ from the younger male— “and you, suguru. what’s up with you these days, huh? you keep disappearing on weekends. and— and you have this strange sorta look— like you wanna be somewhere. what’s goin’ on?”

suguru almost wanted to let out a gentle laugh at how those brown eyes of shoko were filled with suspicion— and underneath all that façade, concern; drowning in honey pools full of questions.

and for once, he didn’t want to answer those questions.

for once, he just wanted to go away.

to his something.

“no reason,” suguru said, his back now facing them, hand raised in a goodbye— which haibara eagerly returned with an overly enthusiastic wave of his, even though the ravenette couldn’t see him— “i’ll be back in a few.”

he felt their gazes on him. pointing, but not piercing.

and oh how he was thankful for that.

hands in his pockets, suguru’s gaze lingered on the cracks between the footwalk, noticing how the little flowers managed to bloom, though being surrounded by a world of concrete. but hey, the sun was to keep them company, wasn’t it?

slender fingers of his fidgeted with the unlit cigarette in his pocket— as he reminded himself back again where he was going— feet abruptly stopping as he realised that he was here already.

suguru’s hands pushed open the door, as he passed by the ‘smoking is strictly prohibited’ sign pasted on the glass— the gentle tinkle of the bells announcing his presence as he walked his way towards the non-fiction section. his usual stop.

and from the corner of his eye, he gazed at your sleeping figure at the desk— a small chuckle escaping him— a glint of pure adoration in his eyes.

why?

of course, he knew. but he daren’t say that, even to himself.

he was back.

to his something.

you.

your eyes shut and your hair slightly obscuring your face, suguru relished in the peaceful expression on your face. quiet, like a deer— resting in a open foliage— in a small patch of tender grass it found, upon which sunlight hit so softly that the poor animal couldn’t help it. innocent, like it didn’t know that it could be get pounced upon by the tiger— just like you slept on your job, blissfully unaware that the tiger— your manager— could come into the shop anytime.

good ol’ you, suguru thought.

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° pretty boy, you did this to me, boy

fixing your gaze upon the ceiling, a sigh escaped you— almost inaudible, as if you were afraid of disturbing an unknown presence.

yet, you knew you were alone.

and yet, strangely enough— it didn’t bother you, like it usually did. at least to most people.

it wasn’t as if your thoughts were all sunshine and daisies either, hell no— far from that, in fact. but hey, at least you weren’t drowning in your thoughts like you did before.

you had grown, hadn’t you?

maybe that little, nagging voice said otherwise— 'grown? you've deteriorated even more from before, you idiot,' it snickered, the little scoff that left it resonating through your entire soul, like a haunting siren’s call— yet another voice— a quiet but steady one— seemed to soothe your mind.

‘she’s healing. don’t you forget that,’ it said— its presence so welcoming that you might as well regard it as the sailor who had saved you from the grasp of that malevolent little siren. it’s voice didn’t resonate, didn’t linger on in your thoughts, as that one had— yet it had a more lasting effect.

you were healing.

you’ve grown.

one of your hands, which had been resting at the back of your head, reached out to stretch in front of your eyes— which had long grown accustomed to the dim moonlight peeking through the window of your room— as if you were trying to shield yourself from some sort of light. you simply stared at it; gaze fixated on your spread out fingers, eyes flickering towards the veins running along your hand now and then, like some forbidden sort of creeper living inside your body.

except that this creeper was the reason you were living.

crap, you’ve missing out on your biology lectures a bit too much haven’t you?

and as your gaze lingered onto your skin you couldn’t help but ponder— did you really know the back of your hand well enough to live upto the expectations of people actually deciding to pose a proverb based on it— did you know the back of your hand like the back of your hand?

it was a silly thought, but then again, no one— except you— was here, in the confines of your room.

no one to chide you, except you.

eh, you might as well do it— you’ve called yourself much worse things than ‘silly’ in the past, anyway.

flipping over your position to rest on your stomach instead, you laid your hands onto your pillow; stray strands of your tousled hair falling over your eyes— but you didn’t tuck them behind your ear, not now— you had a very important examination to do.

at least, it was important to you, anyway.

your fingers stretched out on the soft fabric of your pillow— and oh how gently did you treat them, like a fragile test subject which could crumble away at the slightest bit of mishandling— eyes gazing at the various lines running across your skin.

and strangely enough, each one told you a story.

not stories just anyone could understand— just you, of course, because you were the one who’d know the back of your hand well, after all.

your gaze travelled across the sharp ridges and falls of your knuckles, noting how the tender skin between them stretched as you folded your hands into a fist— eyes filled with an unexplainable awe that you yourself couldn’t describe.

this was how it felt like knowing something.

knowing, not in a crude way— like going on a quest for an unsure treasure, like getting information— no, it was knowing.

it was a pleasant feeling.

and as you stared at the back of your hand, a strange longing spread throughout your chest— a longing which you failed to understand, yet knew where it came from almost a second later.

of course.

to discover, to know— the thought whispered such encouraging little wants that you found yourself yearning for more— for more to discover, for more to know.

who, though?

. . .

maybe you knew the answer to that already.

and suddenly, you were sitting up on the mattress, fingers fumbling in a frenzied fashion to get out of your duvet— your feet taking quick steps towards the study desk placed just aside your bed, hands grabbing a pencil and a piece of paper that you managed to catch sight of at the corner of your eye.

a hasty stroke here, and a line there. you might have wanted to give the edge a bit of a softer tone, but you quickly dismissed the thought when you tried it out— impatiently rubbing away the unwanted addition.

your heart was pounding, so loud that you could hear it— as if it had suddenly lurched up to your throat— slightly ragged breaths escaping your parted lips; but you were not to stop anytime soon.

it didn’t take you long.

knees wobbling slightly due to the unexpected tension you had launched upon yourself earlier, you flopped back down on the bed— holding up the piece of paper up to your face just like you had held up your hand earlier— and you stared.

it wasn’t perfect, you knew— but oh how it made a faint red tinge to your cheeks appear— the sweet blush spreading across your face.

you’d been careful with his eyes— how they’d crease ever so slightly when he had that focused frown plastered on his face, how his bangs obscured the vision of his left eye a bit— how his lips pursed in a thoughtful manner whilst he decided which book to pick.

and before you knew, a smile had spread across your lips— one that you didn’t initiate, but rather your heart.

you longed for something, and here you had it right here— as if shielding you from some unknown light whilst you held it up to your face— and oh how your heart did a little dance.

a dance of longing.

longing to know this something of yours.

him.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ baby girl, look where we made it, girl

damn, he’d really outdone himself today.

first, dealing with satoru’s dramatic ass when he kept insisting on singing some cringey romantic songs to piss kento off— when he obviously wasn’t opposed to the idea— but then again, the song that his best friend had chosen had made bile come up to his throat, so he had very (not) respectfully declined the offer.

that was a big achievement itself, but here he was— having an umbrella clasped in his hands when he always was without one, most of the times.

it wasn’t that he forgot— nature had a strange relationship with him, somehow, always wanting him to get drenched in the little pelts of water it showered upon him— all the while sending everyone but him some sort of signal that it was going to rain.

changed, have you, nature?

suguru watched as his boots stepped over the little temporary ponds that the rain had created in the busy streets— occasionally, someone would run past him in search of a dry place— reminding himself of him, when nature had some sort of grudge against him.

his feet slowed down, eyes gazing up at the gray skies whilst tilting back his umbrella to a distance enough to keep himself dry— silently pondering over the endless horizon of nothingness, all the while raindrops pelted against his walking shelter— bouncing against the black fabric with an almost repetitive synchronization; like some sort of message that they were trying to whisper to him, some sort of thing that only he was supposed to know.

eyes turning back to the path ahead, he resumed his walk— picking up his pace, about to turn towards the left to head to his apartment when—

suguru paused, his breath catching in his throat.

you.

you looked beautiful in the rain.

though being drenched from head to toe, stray strands of your hair sticking to your face as you took hurried footsteps across the street with that exasperated look on your face— suguru thought you looked like the most breathtaking thing in the world, like something he was meant to stare at for eternity.

his gaze lingered on your figure as you walked fast enough to not let yourself slip— simply entranced by the way you moved— even though your movements were a bit jittery.

and oh how his heart clenched at the realisation.

you were shivering.

cold, you were— and here he was, unable to do anything but simply watch you from afar. here he was, warm in his overcoat and dry in under his umbrella— whilst your body trembled in the rain.

it wasn't fair, suguru thought.

you shouldn’t be there— shaking under the mocking, heavy raindrops that the sky hurled towards you, as your feet deseperately carried you to a dry place— no, you should be right here, with him; in his arms, all the while he shielded you from the rain and provided you with his warmth—

suguru paused, forced to tear his focus away from his thoughts as he watched your figure abruptly stop next to a small box on the ground.

his eyes narrowed— what were you thinking? you shouldn’t be out here, what if you got sick?—

the male’s breath catched in his throat.

you were crouching down infront of the box, a hesitant expression on your face— which made his heart clench— it was almost as if you were making a difficult choice, one that tore your heart apart.

yet, you did it anyway.

suguru’s eyes widened as you took out a book from your bag— the very same book you had with you at all times, one that he believed was your source of comfort— and pried it open, parting it in half— before you placed it upside down, over something in the drenched box.

your little smile as you walked away was something suguru would never forget in his entire life.

his eyes watched your retreating figure as if caught in a daze— he hadn’t even noticed how tight his grip had become on the handle of his umbrella, hadn’t noticed how he had been holding his breath.

though suguru did not know much about you, he knew that— that book mattered to you.

it had mattered to you so damn much.

watching you from the corner of his eye as his fingers had skimmed over the various covers of the non-fiction books arranged on the mahogany bookshelves, he had seen how you always had that book with you— like a companion, like a constant being that stayed with you no matter what— suguru had watched it being a part of yourself.

and yet, you had left that part of yourself today.

for what?

and before he knew it, he was walking— taking long strides over to the box, expression hardened and demanding— he simply had to know—

oh.

a small meow escaped the little kitten as it stared curiously up at suguru, sheltered underneath the hard cover of your book.

oh.

for this.

and as suguru walked back to his apartment, the raindrops soaking him through, he couldn’t help the little grin on his face— the image of his umbrella over the box while it kept your book and the lil’ feline dry playing on and on into his mind like a broken melody.

a melody he would never get tired of hearing.

so this was the message nature was trying to tell him?

that he’d always get drenched in every rain, even if he did bring an umbrella with him.

suguru shook his head, sighing to himself.

good one, nature.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me, nah Wherever I'm going I'm happy you're coming, ooh, with me With me, yeah

you were distracted.

you knew that.

even when he walked in, the gentle tinkling of the bell filling the air; your head was down in your arms— a blank expression on your face, as you simply breathed.

or tried to focus on your breathing.

but there was just this constant lump in your throat that restricted you from doing so— this very lump that made you feel as if you were drowning, as if you were suffocating in your own turmoil of thoughts—

you missed it.

your book.

oh, how you missed it— so much that your heart hurt whenever you thought about it.

but you also knew that it would have been reduced to a soggy, barely readable mess now— probably taken away by a pick-up garbage truck, gone; just like that.

just like how you had given that kitten a temporary shield from the rain. just like that.

hey, at least that was the little silver thread— if not lining— on the this cloud that weighed over your head like a constant, haunting ghost; making your heart feel a bit lighter, if not lifting your spirits entirely.

if you had been your usual admiring self today, you would’ve noticed how he had gone to the thriller, not non-fiction section of the bookstore— how his fingers hadn’t lingered onto the book covers thoughtfully, how he had a knowing, not contemplative expression on his face— how he had picked out a book and came back without staying for a bit and browsing through some other ones. as he usually did.

strange how things work when you decide to let go of yourself for a while.

a sudden tap on the counter made you jump— and oh your heart did a little flip; your eyes meeting his dark pools, how you wanted to drown into them— how you wanted to just get lost in them and, gladly, never be found again.

you stared at him, and he stared back— neither of you saying anything for a while.

an unspoken connection between you two coursed through your minds— and both of you were sure that the other could feel it too— how could you not, when it was so painfully obvious in the way your eyes glimmered and his dark gaze softened as he watched you?

. . .

“good afternoon,” he said, and you thought you’d fall if not for your chair beneath you as you stood, knees wobbling slightly— you could listen to that voice of his everyday, and you still wouldn’t get enough— “may i buy this book?”

your gaze flickered down to the book in question, and your eyes widened ever so slightly— breath catching in your throat.

it was another copy of the same book you had left some days ago.

swallowing that lump in your throat, you raised your head tentatively to meet his eyes, a small, hesitant smile grazing your lips—

“y-yeah, uh..” you stammered, and almost immediately regretted it, cheeks burning oh so red in embarrassment, “that’d be . . three hundred and ninety nine yen.”

“alright,” he said in that dizzying voice of his, and you quickly looked back at the book to not let it affect you.

you tried not look, tried not to pay attention to how his hands slid the coin so gently onto the counter— as if he was afraid you’d crumble away if he was a bit too harsh— tried not to notice the small, almost fond smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed at you, not the book.

you tried not to see, but then again, how could you not when he was involved?

your fingers trembled ever so slightly as you returned the change, hands putting the book in a bag in an almost mechanical manner— but as you raised your head to hand him the book— he wasn’t there.

gone.

your eyes widened, mouth opening to call out to him— but you paused, catching sight of a little note on the counter you hadn’t noticed before.

‘i thought i’d explore another genre other than non-fiction.

tell me about it when you finish reading, won’t you?

suguru geto.’

and oh how you fell to your chair, slumping back as a stupidly wide grin made way to your face— how your cheeks flushed red, and how your fingers trembled as you held onto that note— how a hushed, little laugh escaped your lips in such a tender, genuine manner that it seemed as if you were being embraced by a soothing spirit.

but did you care?

not one bit, if he was involved.

and as suguru walked back to his apartment, he gazed up at the sky— a small smile plastered on his face, hands shoved in his pockets as he felt the breeze caress his face in a gentle, reassuring manner— as it was proud of him.

and so he was, too.

proud of himself and his little something.

you.

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lesmisshippingshowdown · 3 months ago

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Steal-Off 2: just checking in with you....

Hi guys! Hope you are all having a pleasant Sunday :))

First of all, before I hop into the meat of this post, let's have a little update on how our leaderboard has progressed since Friday:

🥇 Éponine/Cosette (168) 🥈 Enjolras/Combeferre (89.1) 🥉 Valjean/Javert (77.9) [+1] 4. Jehan/Montparnasse (77.1) [-1] 5. Éponine/Montparnasse (27.4) 6. Turning Woman #3/Musichetta (21.2) 7. Courfeyrac/Marius (18) 8. Enjolras/Grantaire (15.6) 9. Enjolras/Feuilly (6.6) 10. Combefere/Courfeyrac (5.5) 11= Marius/Cosette (5.3) 11= Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta (5.3) 13. Combeferre/Grantaire (0.7)

Congratulations to Valjean/Javert for narrowly overtaking Jehan/Montparnasse for a provisional place on the Steal-Off Podium!!

Now, to get to the point - we are over halfway through the submission window, 32 different ships are eligible to have works submitted (NOT even counting the theoretically infinite number of ships you could steal for as part of the newcomers' tournament!!) and currently we have only had submissions for five ships, zero of which are new entries. Additionally, of the 25 submissions we've currently received, TWENTY of them (that's 80%!) are for one of two ships - Éponine/Montparnasse or Valjean/Javert.

Now, I MUST stress that I am NOT saying this to criticise or attack Valvert & Montponine nations. On the contrary - I am absolutely THRILLED that these ships' fanbases have gotten so thoroughly into the spirit of Steal-Off 2, and you can all give yourselves a pat on the back!!

However, I would have loved to see this level of participation across a larger number of ships. After all, that's why we announced Steal Off 2 weeks in advance - to give you all time to prepare your works and give us a steady flow of new and exciting content throughout the week!

I might be worrying about nothing - people get busy, some of you might have loads of fanworks in the pipeline that just haven't been submitted yet, there's still 3-ish days left in the Steal-Off, anything can happen. But if I can get to the bottom of any potential causes for what is currently a rather unusual stealer turnout pattern, hopefully we can come up with some solutions that work for everybody!

So, I just wanted to have a quick and low pressure and honest check in with any potential stealers for currently underrepresented Steal Off 2 ships (especially fans of the 19 ships who saw no works submitted during the actual tournament too!) and ask:

(please note there’s no see results option except for the mods; please do not vote unless the question being asked applies to you!)

Your feedback is greatly appreciated - if we get a good idea of what, if any, issues lie in the way of you submitting the steals your OTP deserves then we can take the appropriate steps to make Steal Off 2 a more accessible and inclusive fanwork party for all of the fandom, not just the fans of 2-5 ships who've gotten really rightfully enthusiastic about the whole thing! <3

#les mis #les mis shipping showdown #and tagging some ships that were big stealers in the bracket itself:#eposette #turnchetta #courfius #jehanparnasse #enjolferre #enjoltaire

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sparkbirdmusic · 4 months ago

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if anyone has amazing vegan food recommendations (especially local specialties or oddities), unmissable birding/wildlife/nature locations, and fun/weird/iconic things to do in any of these places (or directly in between them), please let me know! you can also let me know anonymously, if you're worried about your suggestion implying your personal location

4.8 - Buffalo, NY 4.9 - Brattleboro, VT 4.10 - Boston, MA 4.11 - NYC (home, so I don't need suggestions for here) 4.12 - Philadelphia, PA 4.13 - Washington, DC 4.14 - Chapel Hill, NC 4.15 - Atlanta, GA (off) 4.16 - Atlanta, GA 4.17 - New Orleans, LA (off) 4.18 - Houston, TX 4.19 - San Antonio, TX 4.20 - Socorro, TX (off) 4.21 - Phoenix, AZ (off) 4.22 - Phoenix, AZ 4.23 - Los Angeles, CA 4.24 - Berkeley, CA 4.25 - Eugene, OR (off) 4.26 - Portland, OR 4.27 - Seattle, WA 4.28 - Boise, ID (off) 4.29 - Salt Lake City, UT 4.30 - Denver, CO (off) 5.1 - Denver, CO 5.2 - Kansas City, KS 5.3 - St. Louis, MO 5.4 - Cedar Falls, IA (off) 5.5 - Minneapolis, MN 5.6 - Chicago, IL (off) 5.7 - Chicago, IL 5.8 - Detroit, MI 5.9 - Columbus, OH 5.10 - Pittsburgh, PA

#sparkbird #sparkblr #sparkbird asks #vegan #birder #sparkbird tour

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 4 months ago

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⚕️ Gallifreyan Thermoregulation and Emergency Response

Is your Gallifreyan complaining of being too hot or too cold? Though their thermoregulation is advanced, there can be some cases where they'll need assistance managing their core temperature.

This guide is for use on Gallifreyans and Time Lords only. Always seek your human advice from human health providers.

✨ What Is Gallifreyan Thermoregulation?

Gallifreyans maintain a core body temperature between 15–19°C (59–66.2°F), significantly lower than humans. Their skin temperature, however, is more human-like, ranging from 33.5–36.9°C, due to blood pushing heat to the surface for storage and controlled evaporation.

Unlike humans, they exhibit far better thermoregulatory control, but deviations of 2–3°C above or below their baseline can indicate serious complications like hyperthermia (pyrexia) or hypothermia.

🔥 Recognising & Managing Hyperthermia

📈 What Is Hyperthermia?

Hyperthermia is when a Gallifreyan's core body temperature exceeds 19°C (66.2°F) for a prolonged time, often due to environmental heat or internal metabolic issues.

🔍 Symptoms

Flushed, hot skin

Mild to moderate sweating

Weakness and fatigue

Dizziness or confusion

Tachycardia (increased heart rate)

Nausea and vomiting

🏡 Home Management

Move to a cool, shaded area.

Encourage cool, non-caffeinated fluids.

Apply cool compresses to the forehead, neck, armpits, and groin.

Use fans to increase evaporative cooling.

Remove excess clothing.

⚠️When to Escalate

Temp > 19°C

Confusion or unresponsiveness

Inability to keep fluids down

Signs of shock or suspected Sepsis (see SER protocol)

❄️ Recognising & Managing Hypothermia

📈 What Is Hypothermia?

Hypothermia occurs when a Gallifreyan's core temperature drops below 15°C (59°F) for a prolonged time. This impairs cardiovascular function, slows healing, and may lead to coma or death.

🔍 Symptoms

Pale, cold, or bluish skin

Slurred speech or confusion

Shivering (in early stages)

Muscle stiffness or loss of coordination

Slowed heart rate or breathing

Slow healing/clotting of wounds

Lethargy or unconsciousness

🏡 Home Management

Move to a warm environment immediately.

Use thermal blankets or dry, warm clothing.

Provide warm (not hot) drinks.

Apply warm packs to the chest, neck, and groin.

Avoid sudden heating like hot baths.

⚠️When to Escalate

Temp < 15°C

Drowsiness or coma

Pulse irregularities

Unable to heal/clot wounds

Suspected frostbite or severe exposure

👨‍🎓 Thermoregulation by Age

0–100 years (children/teens): Poor thermoregulation, especially under 40. Require more sleep, food, and stable temperatures. More vulnerable to hypothermia.

100–500 years (mature adult): Peak thermoregulatory ability.

800+ years (elder): Gradual decline. Susceptible to both hypo- and hyperthermia.

🌌 Environmental Tolerance

Heat Tolerance

<-35°C: Comfortable

35–42.2°C: Sweating begins

42.2–50.1°C: Advanced heat stress

->50.1°C: Damaging if prolonged

->200°C: Sustainable for 7–10 sec

Cold Tolerance

->-5.3°C: Comfortable

-5.3°C to -11.6°C: Shivering begins

-11.6°C to -17.5°C: Advanced stress

<--17.5°C: Damaging if prolonged

<--300°C: Survivable for 7 sec to 6 min

📅 Advanced Medical Treatment

If home care fails, seek specialised Gallifreyan medics or advanced TARDIS medical facilities.

Hyperthermia: Clinical Interventions

IV fluids for cooling and rehydration

Cooling blankets and ice packs

Antipyretics and anticonvulsants if indicated

Cardiac and electrolyte monitoring

Hypothermia: Clinical Interventions

Warm IV fluids

Internal rewarming devices

Neurological monitoring for cognitive impact

Gradual rewarming to avoid arrhythmias

📌 Key Takeaways

Ideal core temp: 15–19°C

Check for changes >2°C from baseline

Children and elders are the most vulnerable

Advanced thermoregulation doesn't make them invincible

Refer to GASS for full patient assessment if unwell

Medical Guides

These are all practical guides to assessing and treating a Gallifreyan in an emergency.

⚕️💕Gallifreyan CPR

⚕️👽Gallifreyan Assessment Scoring System (GASS)

⚕️👽ABCDE Assessment

⚕️⚠️Sepsis Emergency Response (SER)

⚕️⚠️Severe Trauma Protocol

⚕️🌡️Gallifreyan Thermoregulation and Emergency Response

⚕️🔮Psionic Emergency Pathways

⚕️✨Post-Regeneration Management

⚕️💤Gallifreyan Healing Coma Management

⚕️🩸Interpreting Gallifreyan Bloodwork

⚕️👶Gallifreyan Paediatric Emergencies

⚕️🧠Managing Gallifreyan Neurological Trauma

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#doctor who #dr who #dw eu #gallifreyans #gallifrey institute for learning #Time Lord biology #GAP Quick Guides #whoniverse #GIL: Biology #gallifreyan biology #GIL: Species/Gallifreyans #GIL #GIL: Biology/Medical

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siddyyyyyyyy · 9 months ago

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Join us, please?

X-Men fanfic

wc: 5.3 K summary: Charles tries to get you into his school warnings: platonic story! telekinesis!reader, reader has anxiety, stalking but it's not actual stalking, one swear word, use of weed a/n: it started out as a drabble idea, now I'm unsure if I'll ever continue writing for this. (this came out more as a crackfic) Have fun reading, I'd be happy for some feedback!!

Sitting at a bar on a saturday wasn‘t really something you do regurarly, but this is a special occasion. Or rather more of a pathetic attempt to run away from your problems and forget about everything that happened in the last two days. The bitter taste of your pint makes you scrunch up your face a little, but you soon get used to it, and are now trying to drain everything out. Maybe, if you wouldn‘t work at a shitty fast food restaurant and had a normal boss, you wouldn‘t be here. Maybe then, you wouldn‘t think your life is a mess and you wouldn‘t be sulking here by your own pitiful, depressed ass.

The pain in your palms isn‘t doing you any favours, especially since you feel weaker than usual today. You knew using your powers more frequently would lead up to you hurting, but it‘s not like you could neglect your teleknesis. You don‘t want to forget how it works, so you decided to try it out yesterday again. If only you would‘ve kept track of the time, you wouldn‘t be cooling your hands against the glass of beer at the moment.

Right as you are taking another sip, a young man sits beside you, wearing a warm smile on his face. Before you could say something or think more about this, he speaks up.

»Good evening, my name‘s Charles. All alone today?«

God, he speaks like a rich man. Is he a rich man? Maybe you can get rich tonight and finally quit your job.

»Uh, yeah. All alone.«

He keeps smiling lightly at you, a rather awkward silence falling over you both. Finally, your intoxicated brain catches up, realising you haven‘t introduced yourself yet. With a quick apology, you tell him your name and grow sheepish.

»It‘s alright, don‘t worry. I actually have some questions for you. Nothing sketchy, I promise.«

Whoever this man is, he‘s got some charm. But it works, and you‘re already listenening to him anyway. Come to notice, you have never seen this man before. Especially not in such a rowdy bar like this. He seems to be way too organised and polite for this.

After a small moment, he speaks up again, getting to his questions.

»Promise me not to freak out, but I know about your mutation. Your ability to move things around without actually touching them? Yes, so, we have that university in New York, people like you are trained there.«

Panic rises in your gut and you feel like this man is a danger for you. Of course, he expected that reaction, it‘s not the first time he confronted mutants to get them into his university. Before you could actually scream or get physical, he puts his hand up and continues to talk.

»I don‘t mean to harm you. Just help and get you a safe place. We will help you with your telekinesis.« Charles still seems calm and polite like before, seeing a hint of tension behind his expression. Whatever this is about, you are getting a hard time processing it. Now, come to think of it, he actually seems less patient. The way he worded it was polite and calm, but it‘s noticeable that he did this more often probably.

»No.«

Charles face drops at your blunt answer. But he has more ways to convince you.

»Darling, we offer excellent food and rooms to live in. It won‘t even cost you anything, we just want to make sure you‘re safe and learn to control your ability.«

»Yeah, that‘s what they all say. Charming me up at first and then offering me something unrealistic. Who even is ‚we‘?«

You scoff, downing the last few sips of your beer before setting it down and getting up to leave. Charles follows you quickly, making sure he doesn‘t look like a creep. He finds himself feeling stupid, of course someone would think that way when a strange man starts talking like that.

»By ‚we‘ I mean-«

»I don‘t want to hear it.«

You interrupt him, knowing better from studying ciminoligy for half a year by now. Second semester and all you can think about are the various ways of unknowingly getting into the hands of death. Or maybe your paranoia just got worse once you started uni, but that‘s beside the point.

Stomping out of the bar, the cold air hits you like a truck, immediately wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck and shoving your hands into your soft jacket. As if this isn‘t giving you an anxiety attack already, the man is following beside you, not letting up.

»Listen, we can talk about this.«

He tries again, putting his own coat as he falls in step with you. You, however, shake your head and keep your eyes forward.

»No. I don‘t want to.«

Charles tries really hard not to let his frustration show, trying out another way of figuring out what to do. He keeps his eyes on you, finally reading your thoughts to find out why you are so reluctant. As he does so, he finds himself more concerned than surprised. The fact that you are afraid of getting killed this way is something he didn‘t expect to hear. At the same time, your mind is so chaotic, it was hard at first to hear what you were thinking. Probably an effect of the alcohol, but something tells him this is most likely normal.

Seeing that he won‘t leave your side, you consider using your ability. Charles is faster, since he is still in your mind, stepping up in front of you.

»If you think using your mutation will solve your every problem, then you are wrong. Well, mostly. But this won‘t solve it, if not make it worse for you.«

He exhales once he is done talking, his expression growing more serious and authoritive.

»How did you even know I was about to use some powers on you?«

You try to pretend you don‘t have any abilities or mutation, not sure where this will lead you to anyway and being on edge from the moment he mentioned your telekinesis.

The man before you just smiles, seeing through the attempt of playing innocent.

»I read minds, dear. No way of hiding.«

His sentence throws a brutal shiver down your spine, feeling the strong urge to run away. Good thing you went the opposite direction of your dorms, so he wouldn‘t know where you live for now.

Charles sees how you are struggling, trying a more gentle approach this time.

»Look, I won‘t force you to come to my school, but I would recommend it to you. Here is my card with my number, tell me if you change your mind.«

He hands you over a small business card, the ink-writing neat and classy, it almost makes you forget how anxious you are. With a last look at him, you make your way back to your dorms with an uneasy and uncomfortable feeling towards this all. Just your lucky saturday.

◐

Next day was hard waking up, the slight hangover from the few beers last night were giving you a headache making you even more tired than usual. The business card from Charles is a constant reminder of how the night ended. In an unpleasant way. You were up for about three more hours, researching about the school and this man who talked to you. It‘s all so strange but familiar at the same time. You don‘t know why, but it doesn‘t sound so bad after constantly thinking about it in your lectures. Even now, as you are taking orders in the drive way, the idea of going to that school is more appealing than getting your dream job as a crime scene detective.

Another car drives up, hearing the motor through your headset and see it on the CCTV in front of you. You can‘t see the person inside yet, speaking the sentence you have to say at least a hundred times since this afternoon already.

The deeper, smooth voice tells you his order, a simple coke and fries. Writing the order onto your pad, you hand it over to your coworker and tell the person to drive up to the front window. Once he does, you help your coworker with the coke, the day being less busy now that it‘s nearing the closing hours.

You step up to the front desk, holding both the cup of soft drink and bag of fires, handing it over the open window. Once you look at the person, you pause. But you decide to pretend you don‘t know him, continuing with your job.

»That‘d be three-nintynine, sir.«

Of course, Charles smiles ever so politely at you and hands you more money than needed in return. You get the change behind the window, but he speaks up.

»Oh, no need for change. That‘s you tip, I know you work hard. However, I do need to speak to you. Your shift ends in fifteen minutes, no?«

Of course he knows that. Of course he knows where you work, probably even knows when you have to wake up for university.

You nod without argument, keeping your head down and sort the money in the cash register, really hoping he will just drive off silently and not cause a scene.

»I‘ll meet you at the back, then.«

Once he is away, you feel relieved and become more anxious in return. You sigh out heavily in attempt to get the uncomfortable feelings away, it not helping your situation.

»That guy bothering you?«

Your coworker at the food questions, looking ready to step in and follow the person you took the order from. But you shake your head in return, reassuring him you just had a long day and you get overwhelmed easily. At least he didn‘t hear exactly what Charles said, or else he‘d be running after that car in a second.

Your coworker is nice for that, also being strong and muscular, but you could handle this on your own.

Cleaning and sorting the rest of the stuff in the last fifteen minutes, and finally getting back into your normal clothes, you make your way outside to meet Charles.

You walk out of the back as usual and see the sillhoute of the man you just saw yesterday at the bar. He walks up to you, hands in pockets and still with that polite expression.

»Good evening. How was your shift?«

Fucking wonderful. You don‘t say that though and get straight to the point.

»Why are you here?« Charles seems either surprised or impressed for a moment, it‘s hard to tell.

»Just here to remind you of my offer. Not sure if you forgot about it since you had a few beers last night,« he answers back, putting his hands behind his back, »did you think more about it yet?«

Of course you have. You have researched about their school as much as you could, sacrificed your sleep for it.

»I haven‘t. I‘m not going, I have other things to do.«

You reply back with more intent behind it, leaving no room for arguments. As you are about to walk past him, he grabs your arm, making sure he doesn‘t hold on too tight and spooks you even further.

»You are making me look like a stalker if you keep doing this. Please, just hear me out on this.«

Charles sighs out, seeming to be done with any kind of options to get you into his school.

You stay firm and clear about your opinion, glad his grip isn‘t tight enough, so you pull your arm back to yourself.

»I‘m too busy for this. Don‘t show up here again, or I will get Robert out.«

The threat may seem empty for Charles, but he isn‘t some kind of creepy stalker who will argue with you on that. Indeed, he respects your words and makes his way back to his car, finally giving you some peace.

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It‘s been five days since you‘ve last seen Charles at your work place. Right after that night, he never set a foot into the restaurant you work at again. You have started to feel lighter and relieved that he didn‘t show up afterwards anywhere. Maybe life is worth living if there isn‘t a constant, annoying voice nagging you to join some mutant school. You don‘t even feel like a mutant, what is a mutant anyway?

Everything was peaceful, until you hear a knock at your dorm room door. You didn‘t think too much of it, it could be some of the other students asking for salt or some eggs, even though it‘s about ten PM. It‘s night‘s rest, why would someone actually knock at your door now?

Pushing your slight anxiety away, you answer your door. And you immediately want to close it again.

»Good evening, miss-«

»What in the actual fuck...«

You sigh out a curse, already closing the door but Charles puts his foot in between.

He huffs out, taking a step into your room. It‘s mostly decorated with posters and some personal belongings laying around on the nightstand and your bed, it not being as messy as most dorm rooms.

»Have you thought about it? Actually, forget that. We need you.«

Now he has managed to stun you. There‘s no way a mutant school or actual important people need you.

»What do you mean?«

You ask back, just letting him inside your room at this point, this being your last worry. He enters fully and feels relieved you aren‘t making a scene, starting to explain.

»We need more people in our school, and I‘m sure you have great potential. And we also need more people on our missions… if you are in for it.«

Charles keeps his expectant gaze on you, visibly tense as he waits for your answer. There‘s no way you would take such big responsebility to help mutants, already working on your actual dream job.

Finally, you shake your head in return, denying once more.

»No,« you take a step back, crossing your arms, »I‘m not joining, as I said before. I am not built for this and I‘m definitely not a mutant.«

Charles pauses at your answer, tilting his head a bit.

»Do you even know what a mutant is, dear?«

It feels like he has been living in your head for the last few days, now that you think of it. How did he even find out where your dorm room is?

»How did you get into my room in the first place?«

You ask back, raising your voice lightly at him as the realisation hits, making him a bit annoyed by your question.

»Again with these questions? Look, if you won‘t join us, lives will be at stake-« You inerrupt him, having no energy for this talk.

»I‘m not joining that damn school! I have my own studies and job, I can‘t just drop it.«

Charles understands your concern and eventually nods, speaking up again more softly.

»I get it, we can make sure you can live by our school and also get to your criminoligy classes and job. I promise you, we can get this figured out, if you just let me.«

He sighs out in the end, seeming more exhausted than you at this point. Is he always going after people this way?

»Maybe… I will think about it.«

He nods shortly at your response, seeing that you seem to think straight at least. Charles is really trying not to read into your mind at the moment, eventually speaking up again. More calmly, but still loud enough to alert the guards that walks down the hallway at the moment.

A sharp knock sounds at your door, followed up with a deeper voice.

»Miss? Is there another person in your room? You know very well that it‘s strictly forbidden, especially if boys involved.«

The voice, louder and deeper, tells you it‘s one of the more chill guards from outside. Still, you can‘t help but feel embarrassed and flushed.

»I‘m just talking to my friend on the phone!«

You reply back loud enough for him to hear through the door, glad he isn‘t walking into your room to be sure of your answer. Charles holds back on smiling at the situation, keeping his eyes on something else for now.

»If you say so… have a good night.«

With these words, the guards seems to walk away, leaving you be. You sigh out relieved, looking back to Charles, who seems to be more than amused all of a sudden.

»The term ‚boy‘ would be too young for me, but whatever. Just glad we didn‘t get caught, hm?«

He winks cheekily at you, approaching your window as he keeps his eyes on you for a moment longer.

You really want to punch him right now.

»Just… is it okay if I call you once I think about it?«

He nods in agreement to your question, glad you seem to be more willing to it now than before. The man opens your window and slips out silently, saluting to you shortly before he disappears into the night.

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Two days have passed, and you‘ve been a little more on edge these days. It‘s not like you haven‘t before, but this is just getting worse. The strange school and that Charles stays in your mind, being still unsure if he is sometimes flirting with you or not.

You shake your head, focusing back on the assingment in front you, writing another two sentences before growing frustrated again. This is distracting you a lot.

»What about now?«

That familiar, distracting voice sounds behind your ear again, jumping in your seat. You turn around quickly, huffing out annoyed.

»How long have you been standing behind me for?«

You frown, still holding your hand to your chest as you‘re slowly calming down from the jumpscare he just gave you.

He shrugs with a small smirk, keeping his eyes on your essay at your desk.

»A few moments. Your essay‘s good, could use some more words though.« He answers back, giving you some unwanted feedback.

»Well, what‘s your final decision?«

He gets back on track, trailing his eyes back to you as he stays leaned slightly over you shoulder.

»Uh...«

Your brain stops thinking, being still stressed from university work and that tough decision. In the end, you decide to just give in. To stop that endless game of his.

»Sure. I‘m going.«

He actually seems surprised at your response, having expected some reluctance once more. But you seem almost eager to join. Almost. He tilts his head, leaning back and puts his hands into his pockets,

»Huh. I expected more reluctance from you. In fact, I was ready to tell you about your deepest fears and secrets, but it seems like I don‘t need to do that.«

He smiles politely, getting sick of seeing it all the time. You won‘t mention it though, just feeling a bit tense again.

»Yeah, cool… when‘s that school starting again?«

Charles get back on the topic at your question, telling you briefly about the times and how many times a week you need to go to your trainings. It doesn‘t seem too bad, having training three times a week, and you don‘t need to attend to their classes since you are old enough and have your own studies to attend to.

»You can start right tomorrow. I‘m sure I‘ll find you there either way.« You nod back in response, sighing out softly to soothe your nerves about the whole thing. It shouldn‘t be too bad anyway, there‘s no need to be anxious or worried again. Finally, he seems to leave your room through your window again, taking a last look at you.

»Please don‘t worry yourself sick, it‘s not healthy.«

With that, he disappears out of your window, still wondering how he can be so quiet doing that. He doesn‘t even look stupid while doing so, how is that possible?

Getting back to reality, it‘s your time to pack your stuff to live in that Xavier University starting tomorrow afternoon, after your classes.

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Now that you‘ve got all your stuff for the university, getting out of your bus with your bag slung over your shoulder. Walking a fair bit, you finally start to see a big, rather gothic-looking building that should hopefully be the school you‘ll be going to for the next few weeks. It looks more like an old castle, but it doesn‘t matter anyway as you feel a strong breeze hit you in full force.

You finally drag yourself up to the big doors, getting in and relax at the warm air inside. There‘s chatter and younger people walking around, them probably being teenagers, which makes you feel out of place. Sure, you are a young adult, basically, but it‘s strange to be in the same space as so many teens. Shaking these strange thoughts away, you get to find the office of Charles.

On the way there, you accidentally bump into some of those younger people, finding them actually quite interesting. Especially the one‘s with obvious, physical differences. For example, a boy with horns, some girl with wings. It doesn‘t seem to end.

»I see you kept your promise.« You turn around to face Charles, again with his charming smile. But before you could answer him with an unmotivated comment, he speaks up and open the door to his office, walking in with you.

»I won‘t waste any more time, so I‘ll get straight to the point.« he goes around his desk, facing you again and leans his hands onto the surface, »We need another person like you on our next mission. Telekinesis is a strong thing, and I‘m sure you can develope your strengths even further. That‘s why I‘m glad you‘re here. You are ready to train, right?«

His serious expression softens, a small grin spreading across his face as he waits for your reaction. It‘s not like you have another choice anyway, being here already.

»Sure, why not?«

Hitting the mat with a loud thud, clothes getting heavy from your sweat and panting like a dog is the most exhausting thing you‘ve ever had to go through. His hand-to-hand combat skills aren‘t making this easier. It‘s almost as if he is trying to give you karma for being so reluctant on joining the school before.

»Fuck – can we stop for a second? I think I hit my head.« You pant tiredly, not having any more strength in your arms and legs left. But Charles doesn‘t show any mercy, chuckling as chalant as he is at you.

»Oh, c‘mon. We‘re only at round two and you‘re already tired out? Is your stamina really that bad?«

The light taunt is not making this any better. Your limbs are slowly recovering from the few sparring rounds and his teasing is starting to get to you.

You manage to stand up again, still catching you breath while he looks totally fine. This man is probably fifteen years older than you and seems to be fitter than you.

With that mentality and new motivation, you become more determined to beat him and become stronger than him. He tilts his head at you, seeming expectant.

With a deep breath, you focus on getting your telekinesis back into control. In this moment, you are glad that you practised your powers a few days ago. Without warning, he falls back, seemingly having been swiped off his feet by the air. Charles grunts and rolls to his side with a low groan and rubs his back lightly.

»Just now realising you can use your powers?« Despite him being in light pain from the fall, he still teases and pokes fun at you.

The older man stands up again and faces you once more, rolling his shoulder to release some tension.

»You didn‘t hesitate on the first time we met, though.«

That stupid smirk. You wish you could wipe it off of him right now, but now that he is your mentor, you can‘t do that.

With a brief shake of your head, he decides to drop it and be more serious for now.

»Okay, but seriously. I was actually surprised when you got me off my feet. I couldn‘t look into your mind at that moment.«

That was new. You didn‘t know you were this cool.

As he explains some more stuff of hand-to-hand combat and how to subtly use your powers. Meaning, you have to use them every day now and get used to it, as well as control it properly. But there‘s one thing you didn‘t tell him before, and now it‘s the perfect opportunity to do so.

»I actually… well, I made a rude costumer faint once. I guess I made his blood pressure drop abruptly with my powers and I don‘t know how I did that, to be honest.«

Charles eye‘s widen and he seems genuinely shocked for a moment. That is until he smiles, of course. He seems strangely excited about that. Able to control something such as blood in a living human being? That‘s the best and most horrifying new he has ever heard in a long time.

»Great! So, we know how far your powers can go and I‘m sure we can work with that. How about we train tomorrow again?« with a quick nod from your side, he speaks up again, »And please don‘t do anything else like that again. At least not until tomorrow.«

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Controlling your powers became easier as the days passed and you made it your new habit to unnecessarily use your powers when you were alone or at the Xavier university. Charles was proud of the progress, but your combat skills still needed some improvement. Of course, it‘s not easy to just teach you some tactical stuff when you never threw a bunch before in your life. But it‘s getting better. Slowly but surely.

Sure, he still gets cocky from time to time, but he is actually getting really helpful and seems to enjoy the training sessions too. But these things aside, the most important part is that your progress is quick and effective. Your powers are getting better under control and you‘ve managed to become even stronger.

Overall, your life has become more entertaining and less stressful. You moved to their dorms at Xavier school and managed to fire yourself from that awful fast food restaurant, so you don‘t have to deal with any rude costumers or your lazy manager again.

In all honesty, it feels really cool to be there in that school. You got to know more people and befriended some students and mentors in your age group. Finding out that there‘s more people like you, with various mutations, has been a refreshing and relieving experience. All these years having spent hiding your true self from everyone else, for your own safety, took a toll on you.

Having Charles as your trainer and mentor has its benefits. He actually is a caring person and you have seen him only have good or heartwarming interactions with the kid students around the school. He helps you get along with your powers and seems like the most understanding person on the planet.

Now, after three weeks, a lot of things have changed to the better. But some things also stayed the same. Your anxiety and paranoia, for example. You still feel the need to chek everything thrice and prepare yourself mentally for stuff a few hours before the actual event. It‘s safe to say it is taking energy from you as well.

Charles has mentioned before that his team needs you to help them out in a specific mission. That‘s why you‘ve been training for so long after all. In the briefing, you were sat at the table with the rest of the mutants, trying to pay attention to what Charles is talking about at the front. It seems important, but you can‘t wrap your head around anything he is saying.

Maybe that one joint was a mistake before walking into this.

With you eyes slightly red and watery, your body less stiff and your mind in a constant haze, it wasn‘t that hard to tell that you took something before this meeting. But could anyone blame you? Weed is known for making people relaxed and you were tired of being on edge all the time. Especially with these cool and more experienced mutants around.

However, you seem to have yourself pretty easily under control and no one even bats an eye into your direction, all eyes focused on Charles or the few documents laid in front of them. However, one person notices and he is actually concerned for a moment.

Charles steals a few glances at you, figuring it out a moment later. As he is explaining the plans and states some more information, he tries to read your mind at the same time.

When you have toothache is… is the pain in your mouth or brain?

Charles hears form your mind, glancing to you again before he ignores it and keeps going with the plan.

Wait, I need to focus. Is a hotdog a sandwich?

Eventually, Charles pauses for a brief moment during his speech before he keeps going as if nothing happened and stops reading into your mind for now. Wolverine scrunching his nose lightly and also steals a glance in your direction but won‘t say anything and just looks back at Charles with a light smirk.

Once the meeting is over, he sends everyone out but keeps you there for longer. No one seems to suspect anything, assuming he just needs to prepare you more since you are still a newbie. It‘s a wonder no one actually noticed or said something.

»Did you get how the plan works?«

You nod your head at Charles question, doing your best to focus on him and not on how funny his face looks at the moment.

»Did you also get weed before the meeting?«

Now his face looks less funny. How did he find out, you were doing fine.

»Uh… no?« You are really trying to pretend that you‘re sober and have no idea what he‘s talking about. But you can‘t fool him either way.

»Sure, you didn‘t. I‘ll brief you when you aren‘t high, but first I need to make sure you get back into your room.«

You look down, ashamed. He doesn‘t seem mad, but this is still a humbling experience. Eventually, he escorts you back into your own room and sits down with you to talk. Even when it‘s not easy to hold a serious conversation with you in such a state.

»Do you often smoke weed?«

You shake your head no, sitting upright next to him on the edge of your bed. Definitely not trying to come off sober in front of him.

»Then why did you do it today?« Charles is trying his hardest not to worry too much about it, feeling like it‘s his fault for you to think that drugs could help you in some way. But you only shrug in response and glance around your room as if it‘s the most interesting thing in the world. The man at your side sighs out and keeps his eyes on your, watching the slow movements of you eyes dilated pupils focusing on specific parts of your room.

This is frustrating him. Giving up on the serious conversation, he decides to end it here and try to give you some peace.

»Alright, I‘ll— « You already give up once you hear his first word and slump onto your bed, clumsy laying on it as he stands in front of it. Charles watches your limb body, making sure you‘re still breathing. Once assured, he lets out a breath.

»Just my luck… that‘s what I get for picking up a random person for this.«

He mutters under his breath while getting out of your room, having had enough for today.

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