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Watch Her

*Mature content ahead*

Mentions of abuse, blood, violence Exhibitionism, Strap on sex, fingering (Reader receiving), stalking, kinda rough and possessive sex, cum-filled strap, creampie

Summary- Your boss who happens to be extremely close to you, gets tired of watching your ex boyfriend stalk you.

Your pov:

Sitting next to Natasha in some fancy club was not what you had been expecting to do at this time of day. Especially since you'd knocked off about two hours ago, but Natasha had been persistent that you'd accompany her, claiming that you deserved to let go just a little. That and Natasha didn't exactly want to let you out of her sight.

You and Natasha had grown closer over time. Yes, some might have found that to be very "unethical" but who were you to care when your hot boss took a sudden interest in you. And Natasha was very interested with you.

Now, Natasha Romanoff was a woman of power — poised, unreadable, always in control. The youngest CEO in her firm’s history, feared in boardrooms and admired in tabloids. She didn’t chase things. Not often. Not ever.

Until you walked into her company as the new marketing consultant — Bold, brilliant, and radiant like sunlight piercing through bulletproof glass. And Natasha? She was ruined the second you laughed in her office for the first time.

However there had been one thing in the way during the process of you and Natasha getting to know one another. Your boyfriend. Believe me when I say that Natasha was not a fan of your boyfriend. She couldn't even believe you had one in the first place. When the older woman first laid eyes on you, her heart fluttered. Your beauty stunned her, not just that but your confidence too. She was a fool to think you'd be available, and surprised to see that you had a boyfriend. And anyone else would have believed that too but you were happy with your current boyfriend.

Well at least you thought you were, but things started going south very quickly in your relationship. It started with one slap to the face. You were both having a heated argument and unfortunately his palm connected to your cheek. Shocked to say the least, he apologized profusely. Told you it would never happen again, bought you the hugest bouquet of roses you'd ever seen then pampered you with love that entire week after. How naive you were to believe it would just be once.

One turned to two and two turned into ten. Slaps turned into shoves against the wall which later turned into punches. By that time you were deep in it. He'd hurt you out of anger, spite or even if his food wasn't warm enough. Anything enraged him and unfortunately you were his nearest punching bag.

You thought you were good at hiding it all, thought you were more careful but it turns out you weren't. Especially not around the CEO.

It was nearly midnight, and the building was mostly empty. Only the hum of security lights and the low whir of elevators echoed through the halls. Natasha was finishing up late in her cold office, glass of whiskey untouched, staring out over the city.

She told herself she stayed late for work but the truth was: she always stayed late when she knew you were working longer hours just to finish up paper work.

You — the woman with the quiet fire, the brilliant ideas, the natural charisma that left her speechless in meetings.

You — who smiled with your whole body even when your eyes didn’t.

You — who wore long sleeves even in summer.

Natasha wanted you. Badly. But you had a boyfriend. So she stayed in her lane. Distant. Professional. Tortured. Until the night she stepped into the wrong elevator — or perhaps the right one.

She’d meant to go to the garage. Instead, she hit the wrong button. Doors slid open on the admin floor… and she heard you. Quiet sniffles. A shaky breath. She stepped out slowly, heels silent on the tile. And there you were, standing by the vending machine, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, sleeves soaked with fresh tears.

Natasha’s breath caught.

“Y/n?” You turned too fast, startled. Tried to hide your face. But she’d already seen the smudged makeup. The trembling hands. The way your phone screen lit up with his name…again.

“I didn’t mean to—” you started, but your voice broke. And she was beside you in an instant.

“What did he do?” she asked, eyes dark and dangerous. You hesitated. But your silence spoke louder than anything. And when Natasha looked closer, she could see the faint bruise around your eye.

Natasha didn’t touch you — not yet. She just stood beside you like a wall, steady and still.

“This isn’t the first time, is it?” Her voice was low but gentle.  You shook your head. One tear slipped down your cheek.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” you whispered.

“Especially not you.”

Her voice softened, but it cracked around the edges.

“Why not me?” You finally looked at her. “Because if I told you… I knew you’d never let it go. And honestly, I’m really scared.” She stepped closer then, slow and careful. “You’re right. I wouldn’t let it go.”

A small pause and then she spoke up.

“I’ve watched you try to shrink yourself for months. I’ve seen the light in you dim because of someone too weak to hold it. I wanted to stay away, I tried. But I can’t pretend anymore and I won't, Y/N. Not after this.” You exhaled shakily, leaning slightly into her surprisingly warm presence.

“If you want to leave,” she said quietly,

“I’ll help you. No questions. No judgment. Just say the word — and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believed someone.

That was five months ago. It took you two months to finally take her advice. And you left him. You packed your bags and left him behind and as scary as it was, it felt refreshing to finally be free from him. But he wasn't happy. Your ex was now adamant on getting you back. He'd show up at your new apartment, in attempt to apologize and somehow win you back. His pleas were always the same some variation of:

"I made a mistake."

"I never meant to hurt you, I was just angry."

"I'll get help, you deserve better. "

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

But those random visits or coincidental meetups soon became frustrating and borderline pathetic. And shortly after that, the stalking began. Everywhere you went, somewhere, somehow you'd catch a glimpse of him. You mentioned it to Natasha once, but you told her it wasn't bothering you that much. Besides, the admin work to file a restraining order would take too much time. And that's something you currently did not have.

Fortunately for you, the two of you became closer after your confession. Everything had been at ease for a couple of weeks. Work was good, Natasha was a sweetheart, and your ex was nowhere to be seen. That was until your ex drunkenly stumbled inside the club that you were at.

He'd been watching you from a far for a while now. He watched the way Natasha leaned in, whispering something in your ear that would make you blush or occasionally laugh. And when Natasha lead you up to some private room, he was enraged. The way her hand was just above your ass or when you intentionally moved her hand down to your ass, he was beyond pissed.

Natasha lead you into the VIP room that served as her office. She'd use this room to conduct business, or just to catch a breather but now she was determined to make you fall apart inside of it.

"I could've taken you home." She purred as your lips met hers but you scoffed.

"That would take long. I want you to fuck me now." You whined against her lips and she chuckled.

The private VIP room was dim and luxurious, the bass from the club below humming faintly through the walls. You and Natasha were lost in your own world—her fingers ghosting down your arms, her lips brushing yours, pulling you closer with an urgency that made your head spin.

Just when your hands tangled in her suit jacket, the door banged open with a violent thud.

You startled, pulled away from Natasha, heart hammering.

Standing in the doorway, swaying slightly, was your ex. His hair was a mess, his eyes glassy from too much alcohol, and worse — burning with bitter rage. Natasha's bodyguards were quick, already piling in, ready to escort the man out but Natasha stopped them.

"Leave." She told them and they did so, before closing the door.

"Nat, don't-" Natasha gives you a look that has you keeping your mouth shut in defeat.

"So this is it, huh?" he barked, staggering a few steps in.

"Throw away everything we had... just to be some freak's whore?" You flinched, the words slicing through you. Natasha’s body instantly moved in front of yours, shielding you, her entire frame tense and humming with restrained violence.

"Look at you," he sneered, voice rising.

"I should’ve known. Always acting so damn proud, like you were too good for me. Turns out you’re just a filthy little dyke who can’t get enough of being someone’s side piece."

Your hands shook at your sides. You opened your mouth to say something, anything—but Natasha moved first. Slowly, she shrugged off the tailored suit jacket, before she rolled up her sleeves, exposing the tattoos winding up her arms, her movements smooth, calculated and dangerous.

"You have about five seconds to get out of this room," Natasha said, voice low and vibrating with fury.

"Before I put you through that wall."

Your ex laughed — a disgusting, hollow sound.

"Oh, please. What, you think because you’re some tough bitch, you can scare me? She’ll get tired of you. They always do. She’s just another—" Crack.

Natasha’s fist cut the insult short, snapping his head sideways so hard he slammed into the side table, knocking over expensive bottles of champagne. He groaned, clutching his face, but Natasha didn’t stop—she grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him upright again.

"You come near her again, you even look at her again," Natasha hissed, voice deadly calm,

"and they'll be pulling your teeth out of your stomach."

"Fuck you. You'll get tired of her anyway. She's just a whore. " He spit out, his words laced with pure malice and disgust. He coughed up before mumbling another insult. Natasha's fist met his face once again and you could hear the crackling sound of a bone snapping, most likely his jaw. He laid limp now staring up at the woman.

"You're better off keeping quiet for the entire night." She mumbled.

"But you know what, you gave me a brilliant idea." She stands up, stalking her way towards you before pulling a chair out and placing it just a few feet away from him. He's angry, but you could tell he was in pain and the fear in his eyes was pretty much evident. He'd be too stupid to try stand up now. So he lay helpless on the floor, looking at the two of you.

The woman sat down before calling out your name.

"Why don't you come sit here for me sweet thing." Stunned, frightened and really turned on, you approached the older woman. You placed yourself on her lap like she'd requested and she hummed.

"Now I want you to look at him."

"Nat what are you-"

"Look at him detka. Don't ask questions, just look." And so you did. Your ex stared at the both of you in disgust and Natasha's arm slid around your waist.

"Now I'm certain he called you boring and dry, didn't he? But I think he's wrong. Oh so wrong." Her hands were now settled on both your thighs, and you were certain that your panties were probably drenched with your slick.

"I just think the bastard just can't please a pretty girl. And it's unfortunate too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, could he detka?” She coos, fingers sliding across your smooth skin.

"What do you think about us giving him a show?"

"A S-show?"

"Well he did interrupt us, didn't he? Besides I'd like to show him all the things he can't have now. What do you say detka? It's all in your hands." You think about it for a moment. Hell you're too turned on to say no. So you nod your head.

"Yeah baby? Want me to fuck you in front of him?"

"Yes."

"Such a good girl. So obedient. Isn't she?" The question was directed to your ex and she only smirked at the defeated figure. Natasha's hand slid up to your button up shirt, where she proceeded to unbutton the silk shirt before her hands cupped your breasts.

A small moan of encouragement pushed her forward, Natasha's hands slid down to your thighs before bunching up your skirt. Her fingers felt cold compared to your warm skin. She slid her fingers across your covered pussy and you jerked forward from the mere touch.

"Responsive too." She cooed, her lips centimeters away from your neck.

"What do you want me to do?" She whispered and you could only grind your hips in response.

"Oh honey, we're here to give a show, you're gonna have to tell me what you want."

"I want you to..." A labored breath and Natasha bites your ear.

"Want me to what?"

"Fuck me."

"Oh detka." She hums before her lips press against yours. It's soft, gentle until it's rough, her hands roaming across every access of skin she'd come across.

You're grinding down on her thigh and her fingers are pressing into your covered pussy, before they're suddenly inside of you. You gasp from the unexpected stimulation before a moan escapes your lips.

"There you go, making such pretty sounds for me." You're slowly riding her fingers, panties getting in the way of her movements but she doesn't care. Anything to make you feel good.

Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, who lays helplessly on the floor still battered and bruised. He growls and spits out a disgusted protest as he watches the debauchery play out.

"Oh baby, did he make you feel so good?" She asked, purposefully thrusting her fingers upwards as you ride those same fingers. Your breath catches in your throat and Natasha tuts disapprovingly.

"Answer me."

"N-no, never."

"Never? Well I'll be damned." Natasha stops her movements before those slick coated digits are placed inside her mouth.

"Tastes so divine too." Natasha says with a cocky smile before she easily maneuvers you to the glass table that wasn't far away from the chair. Pressing you down onto the cool surface, her fingers pull at the fabric of your panties.

"I really hope you don't like these." Before you can even respond, she's ripping the fabric apart before her fingers slide inside of your pussy, this time reaching spots you didn't even know of.

"Well don't you have the prettiest pussy ever." Your eyes roll back, it felt so good, the way she had her fingers buried inside of you made you melt into the table.

Your moans turned her on, and the way your hips began moving along with her fingers, well she was now obsessed.

“Oh, fuck, Nat!,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table.

“This all for me detka?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. You simply nod and she hums.

She slides another thick finger into you, grinning triumphantly as you release a wanton moan. She curls her fingers inside of you, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and velvety walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is coursing through your veins.

“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with at any given time. But you wanted to act like a selfish bastard and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at the man while her fingers work inside of you. 

It's true. Your ex knew that. You were practically the epitome of perfection and now here you were, being fucked by a woman, moaning louder than ever, compared to all the times where he had been fucking you. He thought he was good but he was clearly mistaken. Never had he seen such a dazed out expression on your face and this made his stomach twist in disgust and sadly, embarrassment.

"Shes so beautiful isn't she?" She asked while her fingers gently scrape through your hair.

"Tell her that she's beautiful. Now."

"S-she is beautiful." He stuttered before averting his gaze downwards and Natasha hums.

"You hear that baby, you're very beautiful. Now I want you to go ahead and cum for me yeah? Make a mess on my fingers." she mumbles, sliding a third finger into you and fuck you could practically see stars. Her other hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder.

The wet sounds coming from your thighs are obscene, borderline filthy yet uncommon to hear since he never managed to get you to this level. Ever.

"So beautiful" Natasha's wide eyes were fixed on the way your pussy swallowed her fingers.

"So good, come on cum for me." Your body stilled as you finally came on her fingers. Five minutes. That's all she needed to have you tumbling over the edge.

"And I bet you never made her cum so quickly did you?" She mused before pulling her fingers out of your now dripping cunt.

"Now, I'm gonna show you how to really treat a girl right, I think you need the lesson on how to fuck hm." Too dazed out to really care about what she said, Natasha unzipped her slacks before taking out the strap that had been in the confinement of her slacks. Large and girthy, she slid the silicone toy across your pussy and you whined, hands gripping the glass table beneath you.

She eased the toy inside of you, before pulling out and thrusting back in . It had you breathless.

"Oh baby, does that feel good?" You mumbled something incoherent and Natasha smirked.

"I've got you dumbed down so quickly huh?" She snapped her hips until the toy was buried to the hilt. You moaned and it was so fucking loud yet so intoxicating.

"Fuck, you're just so tight. So snug. What a fool you were for not appreciating such a beautiful pussy. " her thrusts has you gripping the glass table for your dear life, your lips falling apart as you let out a silent moan.

"I didn't tell you to look down did I? Watch her. Watch how I fuck her or I'll blow your fucking brains out." You knew it was possible, Natasha was very impulsive and it was honetsly questionable how the thought seemed to arouse you even more. Your ex begrudgingly watched as Natasha fucked you.

Pupils dilated, mouth hung open, hands holding onto the table, Natasha brought you up so you could look at him as she fucked you.

"So pretty right? I bet you never got to see this face much. Does it feel good detka?" You nodded but she was having none of that.

"Tell me."

"Feels so good."

"Can you feel me?"

"Y-yes fuck yes, I feel you everywhere." you exclaimed, hips jerking forward as she snapped her hips even faster.

"Better than his dick?"

"S-so much better." The squelching sounds should be embarrassing, but yoh can't find it in you to care when she was fucking you this good.

"You hear that? That's how good I fuck her." The woman grinned before her eyes trailed down to where her strap repeatedly rammed into you. Mesmerized is what she is as she watches your ass recoil, the sight is one she never wants to forget. In fact, if she had it her way, she'd make sure that she got to see it every single day.

"god, a fake dick has you running away from me huh? Has your pussy gushing out like that but he couldn't do that hm? Pathetic." She said with a chuckle. You're babbling, you're drooling and soon you're very much falling apart on the faux toy. Natasha continues to rut inside of you until you feel a warm liquid inside of your pussy from Natasha's strap. She watches in amazement as the sticky substance spills out of your pussy, it's a beautiful sight to see.

"A real dick could never make you feel like that, only mine can yeah?" it's possessive and it has you clenching around nothing.

Your body is limp as you feel her massage your thighs.

"Get out." She commands and within a second, your ex stumbles out of the room before the woman has her attention back on you.

"You okay detka?" A small nod before you're pushing your ass back against the toy.

"More."

"More?" She asks with a chuckle and you nod your head vigorously.

"Oh detka, I have all the time in the world to make you fall apart."

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Yeah I had a lot of fun with this one!

Ann~

[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[zoozvie]

Feeling overworked? Have soft Levi as a treat.

You, a tired student taking classes on top of working the night shift, are coming home to the apartment you share with Hange. Their friends are there again, which isn’t abnormal since they always make time to study together even though they have differing majors. One doesn’t even attend your school; he owns the cafe right outside campus.

The exception is Hange’s boyfriend, Moblit. He practically lives here with you two, so he’s always at the gatherings. And breakfast. And most dinners.

When you walk in, it’s well past sundown. You kick off your shoes and debate grabbing a protein bar for dinner before getting distracted by the rowdiness in the living room. The squad is discussing over a battle map laid out on the thrifted coffee table. Everyone but Miche sits on cushions on the floor to reach their pieces around the game board.

When you walk over behind your roommate(s), Hange greets you brightly as Moblit flips through the large book in front of him, muttering the name of the spell Hange has requested to cast. ‘ah, yes, they’ll need to make a DEX save for that—’

Erwin smiles at you, asking about your day, and you shrug it off good-naturedly. Nothing interesting to report back about. Hange shifts up to their knees and grabs the protractor from the end of the table. “Roomie! You should sit in for a bit, make sure we’re playing right.”

You debate with yourself only a little before agreeing. Earning a few chuckles from your reply, “Think you can’t do addition?”

In your usual routine, by now you’d be sprawled across your unmade bed, stripped of your day clothes but not ready to put on your work uniform. Maybe you’d be scrolling mindlessly on your phone or shutting your eyes for a quick hour that only feels like a few minutes.

But the company is good, and you get along with your roommate’s friends just fine, so you make your way around Erwin and Hange to perch on the open spot next to Miche on the opposite side of the table, above where Levi happened to be leaning against the couch.

“I think the energy is calmer over here.” Is your quiet explanation as you step toward Levi’s spot on the floor. He’s quick to lean up and, after you perch on the couch, he rests back where your leg would be if you hadn’t tucked it underneath yourself.

Miche huffs a laugh, leaning forward to check his paper. “You’re definitely right about that.” 

With everyone a little distracted by the phrasing of the rules, Levi carefully tips his head back to rest against the couch, peeking up at you upside-down.

“You have work tonight?”

“In a few hours.” Your voice is soft when you answer.

Today may not have been more challenging than any other day, but the accumulation of your entire work week on top of classes weighs you down enough to really feel it in your body. Thankfully, today is your last shift before your two-day break.

Then you’ll have time for the paper due on Monday.

Yay.

“You should eat.”

“I can get something when I’m there.”

His nose wrinkles, “Vending machine crap isn’t going to help you.”

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned this to you. You’ve argued before that your breakroom has a kiosk with little sandwiches and cups of fruit in the fridge. He claims it doesn’t help when you buy an energy drink alongside your ‘rodent food’.

Usually, Hange is the one drawing his ire, for good reason, but he’s been known to lash out at every one of his friends once in a while, for good intentions and purposes. You do notice that he speaks to you a little differently, a little more gently.

It’s probably because you two aren’t as close as they all are; you’re still somewhat of an outsider. Or maybe you looked as thoroughly wrecked as you feel, and someone other than customers or professors scolding you just seemed cruel.

Moblit drags Levi’s and your attention back as he finalizes the outcome of Hange’s character’s spell attack. And they Whoop! when three of their enemies are burnt to a crisp.

Their little party ends up going through a few more rooms of the castle they’re exploring before Levi stands up to grab a drink. When Moblit asks you a technical GM’s question, you see Hange smirk and sneakily show Erwin something they wrote on their paper. Only to have their face fall when Erwin smiles and points at something on his.

Levi comes back with drinks and your bag of trail mix, which he must have taken from the pantry. He gives one drink to Erwin and sits down in front of you again, offering the bag to you over his shoulder.

He’s closer than before. His side pressed against your leg. When you take the bag, your fingers brush, and he glances back at you with a soft look. That’s how Levi was. Caring and protective, even if you wouldn’t expect it from someone so irritable.

And damn. Sometimes it just felt good to be seen.

You picked through the mix of nuts as you sat silently for the next twenty minutes until their session came to an end. It was quite an entertaining group. Moblit was doing a great job of storytelling, in your opinion, even with Hange—and sometimes Erwin’s—unconventional ideas. Everyone had a good connection to their characters, roleplaying and fighting together as a team. You could feel their enjoyment as they packed up.

“Heading to work, roomie?” Hange asked offhandedly.

You looked at the time. “...Yeah, I’m going to get ready to go.”

Levi stayed seated against you while gathering his things. The atmosphere tonight urged you to be a little braver than usual, and you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. He was warm. Almost shockingly so compared to your cold fingers.

Soothed by just a touch, you imagined how nice his hugs must be.

When he looked at you, something different was in his eyes. But oddly enough, it didn’t feel different somewhere in your subconscious. Maybe he’d looked at you like this before.

With a smile, you mouthed ‘thank you’. For the trail mix, for his attunement to your needs, for him.

He nodded, and with the movement, you could catch the dark circles underneath his eyes. He was known to pull all-nighters himself, but it was difficult for people to notice if—or when—it got to him.

Slowly, you both move so you can get around the table. The chatter of your roommate’s friends fades as you enter your room. The only thing on your mind as you dress and leave for work is what you could do in return to show your appreciation for Levi.

>> This is way longer than I meant it to be, and I threw the ending together as I move into my new apartment.

+ I just realized this fits in with a little coffee shop story I was thinking of, so maybe you’ll see more of them in the future.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[pupyuj]

omg sub gp wony or yujin or liz (i love my tall line sm 😭😭) x reader where reader is a tease and edges them they literally have their hips bucking into readers hand 😵‍💫😵‍💫

let's make it "wony, yuj, and liz" to satisfy your tall line heart!! 🫢💕 i did not intend for this to get as long as it did but oh well! i rlly wanted to slip in some foursome action towards the end but again, this is already too long for a drabble so no foursome unfortunately 😭😭

[cw: g!p yujin, g!p wonyoung, g!p liz, bratty!reader.]

yujinnie is kinda the worst person to ever pull this shit on bcs she teases back and it's so so so much worse than what you do 😭 but let's say you catch her on a day that has gone on for too long—she's exhausted, drowsy, and all she wants to do is have some food and go the fuck to bed... but you felt like being a little prick that night unfortunately 🫣 you wait for yujin in her room, looking innocent and pretty as ever... until yujin realizes that you were wearing the world's most see-through nightgown just for her 🤭🤭

she'd think that you were being nice! your leader has had a hard day, it was only natural for you to try and relief her of some tension and stress in her body, right!? but no! unfortunately you were going to be a bad girl just bcs you felt like it :(( what a shame, really! yujin was really looking forward to breeding you... and ofc she tries to take back control by putting that idea in your head but nah, you were the boss tonight 😝 sitting on her lap, kissing her so slowly and sweetly that it drive her insane while subtly grinding on her hard crotch... yujin knows that some pleasure is better than nothing at all, so she keeps her hands still on her sides, gripping the sheets below her whenever she had to hold back on pushing you down and fucking you 😵‍💫 it was torture... and fucking embarrassing bcs there was a very obvious wet spot on her shorts that continues on getting wetter and wetter bcs you absolutely refused to do anything about it... even you finally palming her hard-on did nothing for her! yujin wanted so much more... but too fucking bad!

yujin is so cute when she starts whining... you always liked her better when she wasn't trying to look so cool and tough just bcs she's the leader! being a whiny, teary-eyed, desperate mess looked better on her! yujin knew that there wasn't an easy way out of this bcs she either had to push you off and go to bed tired and hard as fuck with no other way to relieve herself until the next day or suck it up and beg... which was exactly what she does bcs baby couldn't take it anymore :(( yujinnie knew how good you were—she'd beg anytime you ask her to! 🥺 little did she know that that was really what you were asking for... and it was all you wanted! not getting fucked and bred and certainly not making her cum 🤭 so, you'd sit there like a psychopath—jerking her off but not actually letting her cum... mocking her while she cried, laughing when she starts to do the work herself bcs she was so desperate...

"i'll make it up to you tomorrow, yujin-ah... you can punish me however you want... but tonight, let's play my game, yeah?" you say while kissing her tears away :(( it wasn't very comforting considering you did nothing but make yujin's life hell that night, but she really did get her revenge the next day! many, many times too! 😋

wonyoung does NOT have the patience for this kind of thing 💀 if she wants to cum, she'll cum and it doesn't matter what you want to do or what kind of stupid shit you want to pull 🫢 and she certainly hates dealing with your teasing bcs you aren't subtle about it at all! backhugging her and groping her cock out in the open while getting some drinks in the vending machine in the company building, even trying to trap her between yourself and the machine until wony says that the two of you have to return immediately... you knew she only complained bcs she didn't have the upper hand and there was nothing wony hated more than letting you win! 😒 but no matter... you just keep terrorizing her during practice with your lingering touches, flirty expressions, and the naughty promises you whisper in her ear 🤭

and when wonyoung inevitably drags you to the bathrooms, you already won 😝 even when you’re on her lap, filled to the brim with her cock, and riding her, you won bcs it was so easy to take control of wonyoung from there :(( she’d be completely at your mercy! no matter how much she tries to fuck into you, you just won’t let her cum inside you 🤭 mind you, wony is perfectly capable of cumming on your stomach or your thighs but she always thinks that it’s such a waste… plus she really likes it better when she cums inside your pussy, so can you really blame the girl for being picky?? 😞

all of this was just part of your grand plan to simply have wonyoung fuck you longer than she usually does 💀 riding her with the pace that you wanted to have, ignoring her threats and pleas, threatening her back when she gets too brave… it was all in good fun ofc but who knows, maybe someday you would be petty enough to ‘keep her hanging for an entire week’ 🤭🤭 wony turns into a real precious thing after that 🥺 her moans get a lot more cuter, she’s hiding her face in your neck, and her complaints become a lot more desperate bcs she was really so close but she didn’t know if you’d allow her to cum yet ☹️ and you really would have edged wonyoung to oblivion if those glossy eyes didn’t win you over! so she breeds you like she always wanted to… and does more bcs she’s pissed that you took that long to let her cum 🫠

oh, jiwonie 🥰🥰🥰 shy, gets flustered easily, no backbone whatsoever—oh, she was the perfect girl for you! 🤭 unfortunately for her, you are her absolute undoing but she loves you regardless! dkhfmckdkhf imagine tricking her into a cute little movie date, and jiwon is excited as fuck because whenever you plan the hangouts, she knew she was going to have fun! the poor girl did not expect you to be a little shit at all so when you put your hand on her thigh, dangerously close to her cock, well... she very obviously tenses up but ignores you 😭 it wouldn't be long before she loses her focus on the movie bcs you'd already snuck your hand inside her skirt, cupping her bulge that was rapidly increasing in size.. 🫣 what's worse is that you're in a movie theatre! jiwon could do nothing but grab your wrist with urgency, look at you with wide, fearful eyes, and slightly shake her head :(( you just smile and kiss her before sliding your hand inside her underwear, forcing her to cover her mouth bcs jiwon knows she absolutely sucks at keeping her noises suppressed while you're jerking her off 😣

"(y/n)... god...!"

"shh... you'll disturb everyone, jiwon-ah."

she didn't even know how much she needed this until now :(( she has been so dead-set on practices and work stuff that she never had the time to fool around like this... and while jiwon was not a big fan of how exactly you were going about this, she's still thankful! she starts to care less and less about the setting the two of you were doing this in the more she feels good though, and even actively uses your hand 🥺 meanwhile, you were just watching her like the sick freak that you were 😭 you were getting wet just by observing all the expressions she was making! you would have loved to just jump on her cock but believe it or not, you still had some sense of shame! plus, it was more fun to just torture jiwon like this... 😋

and of course... the moment jiwon starts showing signs of hitting a climax, you retract your hand and start acting like a proper lady 😭 and the baby is so confused, asking you why you stopped bcs she wanted be relieved so bad and cum on your hand :(( but you just tell her that you had a movie to watch! lowkey this'll make her pout and kinda sad bcs she's hurt that you played her 😔 so you end up promising that as soon as the two of you were done shopping and having dinner at a restaurant, jiwon will get what she wants 🥰 to your surprise, however, jiwonie actually says no to all of that and practically drags you back to your car, tells you to "drive the fuck home" so she can get her way with your annoying ass 💕

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hello! may i ask for some advice on writing women involved in the mafia? i'm having difficulty finding realistic ways women involved can be inducted (aside from being a wife), work, and climb up the ranks when the italian mafia was quite patriarchal, conservative, and catholic. thank you very much!

Writing Notes: Women in the Mafia

Mafia - hierarchically structured society of criminals of primarily Italian or Sicilian birth or extraction. The term applies to the traditional criminal organization in Sicily and also to a criminal organization in the United States.

Investigations conducted by U.S. government agencies in the 1950s and ’60s revealed that the structure of the American Mafia was similar to that of its Sicilian prototype.

In the United States, the organization had adopted the name Cosa Nostra [Italian: “Our Affair”].

From the 1950s, Mafia operations were conducted by some 24 groups, or “families,” throughout the country.

In most cities where syndicated crime operated, there was one family, but in New York City there were 5: Gambino, Genovese, Lucchese, Colombo, and Bonanno.

The heads of the most powerful families made up a commission whose main function was judicial.

At the head of each family was a “boss,” or “don,” whose authority could be challenged only by the commission.

Each don had an underboss, who functioned as a vice president or deputy director, and a consigliere, or counselor, who had considerable power and influence.

Below the underboss were the caporegime, or lieutenants, who, acting as buffers between the lower echelon workers and the don himself, protected him from a too-direct association with the organization’s illicit operations.

The lieutenants supervised squads of “soldiers,” who often had charge of one of the family’s legal operations (e.g., vending machines, food-products companies, or restaurants) or illegal operations involving prostitution, gambling, or narcotics.

By the late 20th century the Mafia’s role in U.S. organized crime seemed to be diminishing.

Convictions of top officials, defections by members who became government witnesses, and murderous internal disputes thinned the ranks.

In addition, the gradual breakup of insulated Italian-Sicilian communities and their assimilation into the larger American society effectively reduced the traditional breeding ground for prospective mafiosi.

Sicilian Mafia

Hierarchically structured organization of criminals in Sicily, Italy.

Made up of a coalition of criminal organizations—called “families” or “clans” in English and cosche (singular, cosca) in Italian—which engage in extortion, smuggling, gambling, and the mediation of disagreements between other criminals.

The term Mafia has become synonymous in English with organized crime, but technically Mafia refers only to the Sicilian organization and its Sicilian American counterpart in the United States.

Women in the Mafia

Men have dominated the history of organized crime as bosses, capos, soldiers and associates.

They traditionally relegated women to servile roles as prostitutes, shills, dancers and servers.

America’s La Cosa Nostra and Sicily’s Mafia are old-style patriarchies.

In Mob movies, females typically portray mothers, wives, siblings, girlfriends, “molls” and, at best, crime-wise, low-level smugglers.

The Mafia is a criminal organization renowned for being "full male chauvinists" (Pizzini-Gambetta 1999, 257) where no woman has ever been admitted into in.

However, despite their exclusion, women have featured in norms upheld by this criminal group.

The Mafia is usually depicted, especially by the media, as a conservative, male-dominated organization, but it is probably less backward and more flexible than the rest of society would like to think and believe.

A "good" woman of the Mafia is expected to dedicate her life to her family and especially to her husband.

Women who participate in Mafia's illicit activities are usually unemployed and live in the most deprived areas of Sicilian cities.

These types of women are quite easy targets for Cosa Nostra.

Usually they are contacted "through an intermediary (so that, if captured will no be in the position to tell anything about the organization) and to offer them a relatively easy way to make money, selling drugs in the areas where they live, usually from their own homes and frequently using their children as couriers" (De Pretis 1996, 5).

These are the types of activities that women tend to be selected for.

Different from men, women can move freely in their environment without arousing suspicions in the police.

In addition, with the growth of the international drug trade (particularly towards the United States), which enabled the Mafia to expand, the organization was forced to "employ" more workers, including women.

Women took advantage of prejudice: they passed unsuspected across international borders, where the presence of female customs officers to search them was exceptional.

It is also important to note that "although these women are recruited primarily as a criminal force, they often have to accept sexual intercourse with their referents, who regard this practice as their own right" (De Pretis 1996, 6).

It can be said that for long time, the Italian law favoured female criminals and indeed their partners, albeit indirectly.

For example, Mafiosi used women's names to register companies, properties and bank accounts.

It can be claimed that the system worked perfectly for the honoured organization because "women, even wives of high-ranking Mafiosi, were considered beyond suspicion. Since there was not legal definition of the Mafia, there was no way of connecting a bank account in a woman's name with a drug smuggling ring" (Longrigg 1997, 18).

Anti-Mafia crackdowns by Italian police started in the 1980s with stringent new laws.

According to the investigative news website TransCrime, while Italian courts indicted only one female boss in 1989, they indicted 89 of them in 1995.

Male bosses headed for prison commonly hand their assets over to their wives or sisters. Even though women made up only 2.5 percent of those sent to prison for Mafia-linked crimes, they controlled a third of Mafia financial resources.

Women have served as acting bosses in Italy’s major crime families, including the ’Ndrangheta and Camorra.

“There is a growing number of women who hold executive roles,” Gaetano Maruccia, an Italian police commander in greater Naples, told The Daily Telegraph newspaper in 2009. “They are either widows or wives of husbands who have been put in prison. They hold the reins. They’re very good at mapping out strategy, even sharper (than the men).”

Example: Maria Licciardi

Naples, Italy, is the home of the Camorra, a group of savvy, ruthless organized criminal clans that try to work together but have a history of deadly internal clashes.

By the late 1990s, during a murderous feud among Camorra cliques, a Neapolitan woman in her late 40s, Maria Licciardi, materialized as the boss of one of the largest Camorra families, the Secondigliano clan.

In 2001, while a fugitive from the law for two years, Licciardi made it onto a list compiled by Italian police of the nation’s thirty most wanted criminals.

Licciardi was born in 1951 in the Secondigliano section of northern Naples.

Some came to regard her as a boss within the Camorra organized crime group from 1993 to 2001.

Her ascendancy to the apex of a Camorra crime group occurred as women were stepping into leadership roles in the syndicate left open by men arrested, imprisoned or killed in the 1990s and 2000s.

That trend continued alongside battles won by Italy’s criminal justice system.

Some wives of Mafia bosses will cut and package cocaine and heroin for their husbands at home while also performing traditional family duties such as cooking, cleaning and raising children.

While men mostly handle the violent side of things, some of these women are as capable of making threats and extorting money from victims, and running drug sales operations, as their male spouses. Licciardi was one such person.

She grew up with a close-knit family deeply involved in the Camorra syndicate. Her father served as a clan boss.

She seized power as a “madrina” (godmother) in the Secondigliano clan after police arrested her two brothers, Pietro and Vincenzo, and her husband, Antonio Teghemi.

She took over the mantle to manage the clan’s prostitution, drug trafficking, cigarette smuggling, extortion and other rackets.

Smart and practical, steeped in Camorra business, she conversed with various male Camorra bosses, listening, debating and taking action as their equal.

During the late 1990s, Licciardi gained the confidence of the “guappos” (bosses) of twenty warring criminal gangs within the Camorra in Naples.

She used her skills as a negotiator to convince them that fighting was bad for business and unity would bring more money for everyone and avoid bloodshed.

Her view held sway in Naples. For several months, there were no Mob-related slayings in the city.

Then, a gang war erupted over a substantial shipment of heroin from Istanbul:

The cache was not refined, too strong and posed a deadly risk for users. Licciardi rejected the drugs and ordered the load returned.

A rival clan, the Lo Russo, disobeyed, snatched the drug supply and sold the powder in small bags.

As it turned out, the heroin was indeed too pure to use, and nearly a dozen addicts died on city streets.

Publicity about the deaths led police to arrest various known local hoodlums. The fragile union Licciardi created fell apart.

Rival Camorra clans began to rebel.

Over 8 days, they shot several of her clan’s people to death.

One of her nephews died in the clashes.

Licciardi fought back with her gunmen.

Within a few days, in revenge, she allegedly had 14 people murdered.

Police believe Licciardi commanded the deaths of about 30 people in all.

Her petite stature emboldened some to assign her the nickname “la piccolina,” or the little one.

Others named her the “Camorra Princess.”

Still, she proved herself as unabashed as her male counterparts in ordering people killed.

Neapolitan police came after her with an arrest warrant in 1999.

Police raided the meeting of 13 Mafia bosses and arrested them, but Licciardi eluded the cops.

She went into hiding until officers pulled a car over outside Naples, and recognized her in it, in 2001.

Since then, Licciardi has been in prison, living under the harsh conditions of isolation from the outside world as dictated by Italian law for convicted Mafiosi.

She has dropped out of the limelight, but not from her clan’s rackets.

In 2009, Anna Maria Zaccaria, a sociologist at Naples Federico II University, told the Associated Press: “She’s in prison, but she still commands.”

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Thanks for this request, I found this quite interesting. You could use stories like Maria Licciardi's as inspiration. And additional stories I found [1, 2] that you could do further research on, since this is a really long post already. Hope this helps with your writing!

[debaucheryandexcess]

a very specific recurring fantasy i have is the idea of being hired at an office for some kind of lifestyle fitness brand, and wondering how my fat ass is going to fit in with the culture when everyone else seems like fit trim outdoorsy types

and then i sit down at my desk for my first day and it turns out my position is being the office's pet pig that's used as a living food disposal. im one of the first people in the office, and as everyone files in they leave me all the drivethru breakfast treats that they got on their commute and then ""decided they didnt want""

after that im given the remainder of the breakroom donuts that someone brought for my first day- the boxes are only missing the three i took earlier. my lunch break is scheduled after everyone elses, and im given all the extra off everyones meals, which quickly escalates to including whole takeout orders that ""got made wrong"" or people just ""didnt want"" anymore. and as im working through it, people also drop off abandoned vending machine treats and afternoon snacks

any time theres an office party the excess catering gets piled on my desk, and im very much expected to eat all of it on top of my regular influx. it might also be that the company makes something like protein shakes or meal bars, and im regularly forced into participating in taste tests, or else im being constantly offered them ""for my health""

my weight obviously skyrockets, im constantly stuffed to the brim, and within a few weeks im already having wardrobe malfunctions on the clock

[b1gtimerush]

first impressions matter a collection of meet cutes and meet uglys from yours truly. (add a “swap” to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

ankle, sender twists their ankle and stumbles forward, coincidentally falling into receiver's arms.

bark, a dog barks loudly, making sender jump and send their phone flying into receiver's face.

chips, sender and receiver both reach for the last bag of chips in the grocery store, their fingers touching by accident.

drink, sender chokes on their drink and ends up spitting it out all over receiver as they walk past.

emergency, in the middle of an awkward blind date, sender pretends to be receiver's friend and helps them get out of the date by faking an emergency.

french, sender pretends they can only speak french to get out of giving a stranger directions. receiver is a witness.

gift, sender is about to get scammed into overpaying for something before receiver steps in to help (and haggle).

hair, sender gets something they're wearing caught in receiver's hair and ends up yanking a chunk of it out when attempting to separate.

ice, sender is ice skating for the first time and skates uncontrollably in receiver's direction.

jail, sender and receiver are both thrown into the same holding cell at a police station.

kid, sender loses a child that they're caring for, only to end up finding them in receiver's company.

lock, sender crashes their ex's wedding, and receiver, a bridesmaid / groomsman, locks them both in the bathroom to prevent sender making a scene.

match, sender and receiver both end up being sat at the same table in a full restaurant.

nauseous, sender is drunk, and while receiver is attempting to help them, ends up throwing up all over receiver's shoes.

oops, sender is carrying a bag full of groceries that ends up breaking. receiver helps them pick their groceries back up.

plug, receiver walks into the bathroom to find sender stuffing tissues up their nose in an attempt to plug up a nosebleed.

quarter, sender doesn't have enough coins for the vending machine, so they stick their hand up the flap and gets their arm stuck just as receiver approaches.

rain, sender and receiver both get stuck under the same awning when seeking shelter from sudden rain.

shh, sender and receiver are both sitting beside each other at the movies. sender keeps whispering to themself every few minutes.

tooth, sender accidentally bites down too hard on their food, resulting in a tooth falling out and skittering across the floor to land at receiver's feet.

undone, the laces on sender's shoes ends up coming undone and they trip and fall, bringing receiver down with them and into the fountain beside them.

vacation, there's a problem with the booking of sender and receiver's hotel rooms and they end up having to share one. thankfully there are two beds.

woods, sender and receiver bump into each other in the woods. one of them is holding a shovel.

x-rated, in a bookstore, sender accidentally drops a few of the erotic books they were planning on purchasing on the floor, which receiver picks up.

yawn, sender, who is dressed down and has not yet slept, bumps into receiver, who is dressed up and just woken up, in line for coffee.

zap, sender calls out to receiver to ask for directions, but as it's late receiver mistakes sender for a creep and tases them.

[violetlunette]

So, here’s a horrifying brain-vomit: If all the mirrors to the dorms broke, would all the students die? Or be trapped forever?

And if it's the latter, would time sort of freeze where everyone is stuck in time at their teenage years? Or would they continue to age? Either way, they'd only survive if they're able to start an agriculture to get what they need to survive.

I know all these places have washrooms, which indicates that water is magically made. So let’s pretend—for the sake of the horror—that the water suddenly stops appearing.

Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, and Octavinelle would do fine in the long run, as they all have an ecosystem to fulfill their needs.

Pomfiore has plenty of apples, and all the greenery suggests a good water system. They’d have to eat like sheep, eating only greens and fruits, but they’d live. (As far as I know.)

The same applies to Heartslabyul. Except for fruit they could breed the flamingo and hedgehogs for food and eat the former’s eggs. (Assuming the animals aren’t fixed.) Otherwise, they could survive on the greenery and roses that aren’t painted.

Octavinelle's merstudents would do swimmingly. They’d just have to breed the fish to survive as Octavinelle is underwater. The landfolk would struggle without clean water to drink, but Azul could come up with a way to turn saltwater into drinkable water. That said, it’d be hell for the landfolk, who would definitely get taken advantage of the merfolk. (Tis the nature of the dorm.)

Diasomnia would be okay if Malleus was trapped in the mirror when it broke, but otherwise screwed. (Note: For this horrible scenario we’re assuming his game-break powers can’t repair the mirrors. Nor can he just teleport out of pocket dimensions.) If Malleus was there, he could conjure water and food for his dorm. Otherwise, Diasomnia would only have moat water to drink and thorns to eat.

Scarabia would only survive if Kalim was there and there were cactuses and stuff to eat. And even then, the desert environment would not be easy to live in.

Savanaclaw would be screwed. If it’s anything like I know of the Savanna, there’s not a lot of places to grow food, and they have no animals to breed. On top of that, there would be little to no water in the area. And unlike Diasomnia or Scarabia, their house warden can’t magically conjure any. So, unless they get creative and find a miracle, they’re dead.

Ignihyde would also be dead as the underworld it takes influence from. The only food and water they have are in vending machines, except the lake, which doesn’t seem drinkable. They’d have to turn themselves into robots to survive.

But even if we pretend the water keeps appearing, that doesn’t change the fact that there’d be little to no food for 3-4 of the houses. (Again, depending on if Diasomnia had Malleus there.)

And even then, in time everyone would die eventually due to age, sickness, or something else. Meaning all the students would have to watch everyone around them die until they joined them.

Malleus, who’s a dragon, would outlive EVERYONE and, in the end, would be all alone with zero connection to the outside. Meaning, in time, he’d go insane. (Unless he, like some lizards, can shift genders to lay eggs, and he mated with all the boys to create babies to keep him company, which is a whole other can of worms.)

Ignhyde and Octavinelle would be the only houses to survive the passages of time in the long run if the mirrors were never fixed.

Ignhyde could become a robot world and create robo-children or make a Matrix society where everyone lived in their head. Meanwhile, Octavinelle could procreate by taking advantage of fish biology and shifting genders. (Providing merfolk have that ability.)

In conclusion, let’s hope the mirrors to the dorms never break and that if they do, they a) spit the students out or b) Crowley has a magic mirror repairman.

This is all just my quick-fire thought on all this. I'm curious to hear what everyone else thinks would happen in this scenario.

[vendekin11]

Combo 10 Snack and Beverage Vending Machine

[blckbrrybasket]

��★ 𝐉𝐉 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

SFW

- 0.1% of top Sublime listeners on spotify

- does not have spotify premium and tries every trick to get around the ads, half the time he ends up groaning loudly over them to drown them out.

- one of the kids who went on youtube 24/7 to look up codes to get free things from vending machines.

- spaces out constantly

- has never had a hangover. nobody knows how he does it and he says he has a trick to it. he doesn’t. he just doesn’t get them 😭

- says harry potter, maze runner, hunger games, etc. are for nerds yet has been caught trying to read them over pope’s shoulder.

- games > movies > books

- when he fished as a kid JJ used to put his hands in the bait bucket to hold the worms + he fully believed that worms could multiply if they’re cut up.

- surprisingly good at english

- hates how wetsuits fit and would rather freeze than feel the material drag on his skin.

- his favorite food is spaghetti and steak (separately or together he’s not picky)

- doesn’t have good table manners but gets so excited over a home cooked meal.

- extremely loyal, he would rather die than rat out his friends. also hates snitches!

- instead of buying muscle tanks he cuts them himself from old t-shirts his dad has owned for decades.

- couldn’t buy a punching bag so he used one of those inflatable punching bags until it popped.

- hopping off the last one JJ pretends to punch everything in the vicinity of him.

- has sunk his old canoe at least five times and had to pull it out of the lake every time.

- doesn’t hug that often but when he does he makes it worth while he’s a massive bear hugger.

- uses an ungodly amount of abbreviations when texting. says ‘omg’ out loud unironically

- says he won’t do something for you or complains about doing it but if you threaten to go do it he jumps up and runs to do it.

- started working on cars when he was a kid watching his dad work under the hood.

- cannot keep plants alive to save his life

- certified yapper!!

- stopped using a juul after a few years, saying that weed is natural so it’s better for you. “mother nature grows it so it has to be good for you…like potatoes.”

SFW (serious)

- undiagnosed adhd not because he has a lot of energy but because he fidgets a lot, has self restraint issues (may say things not socially acceptable in a situation or blurt things out), difficulty controlling emotions, etc.

- he has anxiety (pretty sure rudy said this was canon!)

- very awkward with emotions (canon) shit at comforting people he loves but he still tries. he doesn’t know how to deal with emotions after how his dad raised him.

- unfortunately wouldn’t want therapy for a very long time. he wouldn’t accept the offer until long after the events of hunting treasures.

- has very mixed feelings about his dad

- wanted siblings as a kid to keep him company but after his mom left JJ hated the idea of his family growing. he only saw it as an opportunity for more people to love him. John B is his brother though, through and through. JJ is a firm believer that blood doesn’t equal family.

- it takes a lot for JJ to open up but when he does he will forever trust you.

- that being said do not betray him because he WILL be looking for revenge even if it’s petty

- sometimes he lets himself dream about what life would have been like if he was born a kook. thinks it would have been better because at least he could have bought things to make himself happy.

- as much as he wants money he wouldn’t trade his life with his friends for anything.

- doesn’t like letting his trauma define him and brushes it off anytime someone brings it up.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

In Site Clandestine, has Shadow eaten anything? Actually now I’m curious as to what food they have. I know Espio’s a cook, but like what exactly does he work with. Do they even have bags of chips? Or even a little area to grow idk tomatoes. Help I’m invested in their foodstuffs.

They get their food shipped to them once a month, but most of the food they get is either canned, pre-made, or not easily perishable. Espio manages to make pretty good food from what they do have, though. They used to have a vending machine that they could use their company card on, but Espio had it removed because they mostly ate the stuff in there and not his food (he still gives them junk food if they ask…. Sometimes.)

Shadow likes his omelettes.

[qqtxt]

[🌸] lifeline pt.1 w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intentions!) / reader calls ‘beomie’ in beomgyu’s / mentions of food and eating ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,244 words ✿ when they visibly get frustrated with work and you try to soothe them. [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet​ ✨ / other members under the cut! 

normally, when he’s at the studio, you’re either one of two things: in or out. oftentimes, you’re out and about minding your own business, occasionally dropping by for an hour or two before heading home together but today, you’ve decided to occupy the vacant sofa to keep him company. one, two, a plethora of crumpled up paper balls and pencils meeting the table frustratedly later, you decide to pull him out of it for a second before he self-destructs under stress...

[🐰] soobin  soobin mumbles a soft yeah? when you call for him. he doesn’t look initially, until he notices the lack of follow-up from you that would usually come through. it takes every nerve in his being to break away from what he’s focusing on, looking over his shoulder to meet with your worried gaze. it only deepens the frown on his face, creases lining his forehead he doesn’t notice and the way his nose scrunches ever so slightly.

“i uh... i want to go get a drink from the vending machine,” you start slowly, rising from your seat on the sofa, rocking on the balls of your feet. with one hand behind your back, you extend the other to him, “follow me?”

his face softens; starting from his eyes, soon the lines on his forehead eases off and his face relaxes altogether. he briefly glances back to the tornado of stress and cluster fucks staring back at him, haunting him, then he looks back at you to see the way you already know what’s going through his mind, what’s best for him that he slowly reaches up to put his hand in yours.

it’s a silent admission of thank you, that sounds great, and soon, the two of you are quietly walking down the corridors to reach the vending machine. it’s a pretty long walk and soobin already feels the effect of being able to breathe around you; hand-in-hand, almost as if it’s a nice reset.

soobin doesn’t reply with words but instead shows it in his action when he chooses your favourite drink from the vending machine, opening it for you and making you drink it as you two walk back to the studio.

tl;dr: appreciates that you don’t try to talk to him when he’s stressed and would gladly, willingly dive into your embrace to clear his mind. if he needed reassurance, he’ll voice it out or give signals but apart from that, he’s very much appreciative for the way you use actions and gestures to make him feel better. if anything, holding your hand, taking a walk with him was already more than enough. (he’ll gladly cling onto you like a koala for the remainder of the time, finding that your touch and hold on him makes him calm)

[🦊] yeonjun on any other day, he’d notice the second you take your departure because wherever you go, that’s where i belong. today, however, it’s a little different considering he looks like his mind is about to explode. with that, you were able to quietly escape momentarily, only to return with him still glued to the computer, frustratedly clicking on things. it’s not until you clear your throat does he look over his shoulder to–“oh…”

you watch as his eyes, initially hardening from the stress and pressure, softens at the sight of instant ramen you’ve gotten from the cafeteria–his favourite, too!–alongside a couple of sodas for his taking. he helps you ease it onto the table, the spot next to his work station, rising to his feet almost immediately. you half-anticipate for him to get digging when he peels the eating utensils from your hands but you’re proven wrong when he chucks them onto the table and slings his arms around you to reel you towards him.

it automatically makes you smile into his chest, your arms willingly cocooning him as he buries his face in your neck, dipping closer and closer until there’s barely any space that can keep him apart from you. with one hand, you use it to rub it against his lower back while the other curls around his hip to secure him to you. that’s when you feel a smile in your neck and his arms shifting to hug you tighter.

“i’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs quietly, nodding against your neck, “you’re too good to me...”

normally–on any other day–you’d pry away from him and tease him that the longer he hugs you, the soggier the noodles would get. but with the way you can feel his nerves melting under your touch... you’ll let it slide this once. his face slots deeper into your neck as his arms tighten around you and it’s like in this moment and time, everything is just you and yeonjun; yeonjun and you.

tl;dr: this man would immediately be grateful for the way you’re trying to steer him away with his favourite thing: ramen. his love language threads between bringing someone ramen (he views it as a hot commodity) or using words. so use either one and yeonjun’s heart will melt and his knees would be weak at your mercy.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu is never one to turn away your advances or affections even when he feels like the world is ticking down to a deadline he needs to finish by. the stress and the pressure to deliver never ceases to get beneath his skin but it’s just the way your hands rest on his shoulders lets his body know that it’s time to take a break, beomie.

at first, he remains being tensed, unwilling to let go. but the longer he feels your warmth on his shoulders, the easier it was to let go of everything. he completely ignores everything, turning around on his seat to clutch onto whatever part of you he can get his hands on. it makes you chuckle when he’s suddenly so enthusiastic. you nearly stumble backwards but it’s impossible when beomgyu’s arms snake around your waist to make you step between his legs and he clings onto you. face pressed to your abdomen, arms crawling around your waist as he buries himself into your embrace.

“‘m tired...” he half-mumbles, half-whines against you, shaking his head.

you run a hand through his hair, the other securing him around his shoulders as you dip down lightly to cocoon him. “let’s go eat something, then? get your mind off this for a bit?”

“i have to finish this...”

“you have to eat too, y’know,”

“...can’t argue with that–”

“okay, let’s go–”

“but could we just...” beomgyu refuses to let you pull him away, clinging onto you with a garbled protest. you feel him smiling against you as he takes a deep inhale and exhales to curl his arms around tighter. “just wanna stay like this for a while...”

with the way he succumbs to taking a break, just by being in your arms, how could you say no?

tl;dr: poor boy would initially be torn between needing to finish his work and giving in to your advances. but the answer becomes fairly clear when his body already melts to the familiarity that you bring. the kind of comfort that he relishes in and when you remind him that he needs to take care of himself before he can take care of business is what really gets to him. so he definitely takes comfort in having you physically comfort him above anything.

[🐿] taehyun  telltales of taehyun being frustrated and stress tenses the air and it’s like you know just as it happens. when it builds up, to the point it grows like a never ending blackhole willing to suck everything in, it’s a sign for you to get up from where you’re seated. taehyun notices the door opening and closing but he can’t bring it to himself to get up and follow (on any other day, he’s already on your trail to follow you out the door but today... it’s not any usual day).

instead, he hunches over the table and takes a moment to close his eyes. feeling the strain tugging the nerves that rest along his eyelids; the bated breath he’s held in from the start of the day since he’s been cooped up in here... going nowhere with the amount of work that’s tugging on his–clink.

taehyun’s a bit confused but he opens his eyes to see a cup of his favourite drink on the table; the steam coming from the lid considering it’s still warm that it makes him smile without him realizing. 

“you...” taehyun’s voice trails off, turning the cheek to see you now kneeling beside him with a small smile, “i didn’t know how else to make you feel better so i–oof!” your voice gets cut off when you feel him lunging forward, arms curled around you as if he’s reaching for a lifeline to grab onto. it makes you smile wider as you hold him, both of you now sinking onto the carpet of the studio room as you stay there, him clinging onto you as he nuzzles his face to your neck.

“you’re too nice to me,” he murmurs, giving you a squeeze, “i don’t deserve you,”

"yeah, and the sky is green,” you scoff a laugh, making taehyun lean back to raise a brow at you, a sign he’s confused. “oh, i thought we were just listing out things that weren’t true,”

you see as his lips form a small pout, his eyes lowering to–he doesn’t have a chance to go any lower when you gently lean your forehead onto his, eyes staring into his in a way that breathes life into his lungs, “you deserve me, always.”

“...even when i don’t know what i’m doing?” he whispers.

“even then, and more.”

tl;dr: i see taehyun as someone who is reluctant to ask for help or comfort when he needs it... but when his other half is willing to pamper him and make him feel loved, he turns into a small ball of mush. it makes him feel warm inside knowing there’s someone out there who cares for him more than himself on the days he needs it, and taehyun shows his gratitude through actions rather than words.

[🐧] kai  kai’s normally responsive whenever you bring out the big guns of being cute. it’s kind of his love language; to show that vulnerable side of not giving a shit when really, being able to express himself however he likes–however you like–is a sign of trust and... despite knowing all of that, kai’s unable to focus on what you’re saying with all the stress swimming in his mind.

even if the plushie you’re showing him is adorable–oh my god, it’s so fluffy–but it’s not enough to reel him out of the pool of frustration.

“you don’t like it?” you’re gently removing the plushie away from his face, noticing how he’s not reacting like he usually would. it makes his heart feel a tug when he notices how sad you look.

“n-no, no,” he stammers out quickly, snatching the plushie from you to give it a squeeze, “it’s cute! it’s just...”

it’s moments like these that kai is grateful you know him better than himself to think he was able to hide it from you.

he lets you pull the plushie away so he can feel the way your fingers fill between his own. a small tug to pull his hands onto your lap as you take a seat next to him that’s vacant by the piano makes him smile a little at the proximity. it’s like you’re in his bubble with him; where you make things safe, warm.

“we don’t gotta talk about it but i just...” you let out an exhale, blinking at him, “i just wanna make you feel better but i don’t know how,”

at this, it makes kai smile. not just with his mouth, but his eyes are sparkling as he gives your hands a squeeze. you don’t know what to make of his reaction but you don’t have enough time to process much when kai lets go of your hands to heave you onto his lap, earning himself a muffled squeal. within seconds your heart is at ease, feeling him cling onto you and finding his place in your neck as he breathes there, snuggling into you with a small smile.

“we can... stay like this, just for a while,”

“how long of a while are we talking?” you ask, but you don’t have any intentions of letting him go, not when you feel how calm his heartbeat it against you and the softness of his hair to your skin.

“not answering that,” kai chuckles, squeezing you as he readjusts his arms around you (but really, it was a silent answer of we’re gonna be like this for a while... and you’re totally okay with that).

tl;dr: kai’s a sucker for cuteness, of course, but in his moment of being stressed, i don’t see him being into it as much. but he–similarly as taehyun–would prefer physical touch or comfort rather than words. just to be silent and together through moments of stress as he tries to digest what he’s feeling or going through, while having you by his side.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

THE BAU AS SEVERED LUMON EMPLOEES

(Sorry if you haven’t watched Severance but I could not resist this crossover)

AARON H. | Hotch’s innie is relentlessly cheerful. He is basically the Michael Scott of the severed floor, and the beloved supervisor of Macrodata Refinement. His outie decided to become severed to deal with the grief of his wife, Haley, being murdered, and is miserable on the outside. If only he’d take a trip down to the testing floor…

JENNIFER J. | JJ’s outie is a happily married mother of two—but her innie? Her innie is engaged in a torrid clandestine romance with fellow MDR refiner, Emily. Although, things become complicated when Mr. Milchick opens the new innie visitation center, and JJ meets her children and husband for the first time…

EMILY P. | Her innie spends most of her time playing with the baby goats at mammalian nurturable with JJ, and sneaking off to do the deed in the room with the purple tables. Her rebellious, curious spirit has had her sent to the break room countless times for trying to map the severed floor. She would certainly be disgusted to discover that her outie is the heir to the Lumon empire, a descendant of Kier himself…

SPENCER R. | After discovering that the severed procedure lowers the risk of developing schizophrenia by 23%, becoming a severed employee was a no-brainer. His innie has demonstrated an incredible affinity for macrodata refinement, and has five times as many finger traps as everyone else. Although after the first waffle party, he decided to pass on the rest… His innie can’t help but constantly wonder what exactly it is they are refining, and has a new theory every week. He has been refiner of the quarter for the last 5 quarters in a row.

JASON G. | Works in Wellness due to his smooth, calming voice and, according to Mr. Milchick, knows how to ‘make his eyes kind.’ Enjoys the nature sounds he plays for the innies, and is very vigilant about ensuring they enjoy each fact equally.

ELLE G. | Her outie’s hand was forced to become severed—after being at the center of a violent scandal at Lumon, her superiors gave her an ultimatum: become severed, or be shunned from Lumon. Elle’s innie spends most of her day procrastinating by the coffee machine and arguing with David R. about whether or not the 9 core principles are bullsh*t. Always completes her files by the skin of her teeth at the end of the quarter, and can often be seen smacking her monitor for being too slow.

DAVID R. | His outie invested a lot of money in Lumon, and decided to come out of retirement and join the severed floor to spice up his life: his innie believes in the mission of Lumon, has memorised the 9 principles, and has a Kier bobble head on his desk. He does however complain relentlessly about the quality of the food in the vending machine.

TARA L. | Her innie works her ass off—she wants that music dance experience, and she will fight tooth and nail to get it. She loves some defiant jazz. Her outie however has become suspicious of the company, and is undergoing the process of reintegration. She has spent a fair amount of time in Wellness recently because of all the strange flashes to her outie’s life she is secretly experiencing.

PENELOPE G. | Works tech support on the severed floor. Her outie is cheerful and positive, but her innie seems to be stuck in Penelope’s old ‘Black Queen’ days. She complains about the bright outfits she shows up to work in every day, and sighs each time Elle asks her to fix her slow computer. Is in a complicated love triangle with Derek M. And Luke A.

LUKE A. | His outie decided to become a severed employee to deal with the PTSD from his military days. His innie has had his eye on Penelope for a while now… He also has a secret baby goat named Emil, who he visits at mammalian nurturable every lunch break.

DEREK M. | His innie has been hired to work security under Mr. Milchick. He is responsible for taking people to the break room, and otherwise keeping them in line. But he quickly develops a soft spot for the refiners of MDR—especially Penelope G., making him particularly sour toward Luke M. Every day, he gets closer to becoming a double agent…

P.S. Erin Strauss is in charge of the severed floor.

Ok, so this is my favourite scenario I’ve ever written! Guys, should I make this a fanfic? 👀 I know this might be a niche combo but I love it. Anyway, if you enjoyed, you can find more BAU scenarios on my Masterlist!

[hyewka]

warnings; (sort of bratty) sub!beomgyu, idol!au, grinding, handjob, uncommitted reader, angsty fwb, use of pet names, non proofread + drabble length

…fucking with trainee!beomgyu in a practice room as an established idol because you’re bored, just a little bit of teasing, a bit of touching over his pants, a squeeze to his thighs and he’s all of a sudden following you everywhere. attached to your hips, on your heels like a lovesick puppy…making everyone in the company misunderstand your relationship with the boy. you even get a talk with your manager about being careful with dabbling in the trainee circle, and you have to continuously explain that no, you are not dating beomgyu! hell, you didn’t even know his name before that one conversation in the practice room. whispers about you goes around the artists and staff like its the gossip of town—you know it’d pass but it was such a headache.

yet as you much as you denied anything further than a friendship with beomgyu, and tried to keep it that way, you can’t help but creak open the smaller practice room reserved mainly for trainees. coming in late as you informed him prior that it’d be too difficult and all too risky to do anything in daylight, finding him laying on his back on the cold wooden floor, staring up the ceiling blowing his lips, he’s too cute for you to pass up due to dumb rumors. coming in and he immedietley sits up at the bang of the shut door that echoes the empty room—puppy eyes glimmering despite the pout that rests his lips. “you didn’t get food?”

you snort, “no, are you hungry? there’s a vending machine down the hall.”

“yeah but i want real food. plus all the good snacks are hogged by eric.” he grumbles the last part, yet still leans to the affectionate, yet sudden hand on his cheek, your thumb soothing over his skin. god, he was such a cute guy.

“mm, really? i’ll get some takeout for you tomorrow then, promise.”

maybe it was because he was hungry now, and the promise of tomorrow dissatisfied him, but you still note that you catch a glimpse of a displeased look on his face. and as you lean down to catch him into a frenzied kiss, you wipe it away as fast as it appeared—he’s already losing control pulling you down by your wrist to sit, having you situated on top of his lap. when you pull away to see a swell of his pretty lips, glistening, you smirk. he looks down to avoid eye contact, “geez, take a guy out on a date first.”

you immediately find his lips again, lightly biting down on his bottom lip, to which sends out a jolt to his body, make him whimper into your mouth and god you love it so much, the slightest of things you do and he reacts. his hands once hovering over your ass pushed down, to say that yes, he can touch you, and he squeezes, kneeds your cheeks. you almost let yourself smile into the kiss at just how dumb and adorable he is, but then you remember why you pounced on him like that.

take a guy out on a date first? it’s a common joke, and you know that, but it still sets off an uneasy feeling, alarm bells if you will. because beomgyu has said those exact words two times now in the past week, and hes hinted at going out (which sounded way too identical to a date) more than a dozen times. you’re beginning to think he might feel more than surface level attraction…something that has ties with commitment and oh lord, you feel like you might just ruin the mood for yourself.

and so your hips find themselves rolling into him, you breaking the kiss and him chasing blindly, completely breathless, chest heaving, groaning as you press down your weight directly on his crotch, which is by now a full tent, poking between your ass. “don’t cum too fast gyu.” you put on a demanding voice. he had a tendency to do it anyway, but you found that when you told him not to, he held out for a little longer.

eyes squeezed shut, he quickly nods, feeling out the grind of your pussy folds through the skimpy excuse of your grey shorts, thin fabric he could feel your wetness dripping into his pants as you move yourself forward and back. “you must’ve been practicing a lot, you look so tired baby.” you coo, not exactly feigning the concern slipping through your tone.

he lets out a sigh of pleasure, and you know it’s because of your choice of using a petname on him. “don’t overwork yourself,”

“or i wouldn’t have anyone else to fuck around with.”

you’re startled at the way his eyes fly open, and his brows change to a deep furrow, but he stays silent, despite looking like he had something to say. you shrug it off subconsciously, still rolling your hips. you lean to capture his lips again, but he backs away a bit, and you blink confused. “can we get food after this?”

okay, so the mention of food while you’re quite literally grinding sort of pisses you off but you respond anyway. “you’re hungry, i get it baby.” you try to kiss him again and this time he lets you for a bit…before he whines again, signaling you to stop.

what now?

“no, like seriously.” your hands drop from cupping his cheeks, shooting a puzzled look.

“beomgyu, do you want me to pull out my phone and order right now or something?”

he groans rolling his eyes, “i don’t want you to order takeout and i don’t want to eat in this small stupid practice room. i want to go out with you, like, outside of these walls. at a restaurant and eat. is that so bad?”

okay, now the alarm bells are going off in your head. your breathing feels like it just cut itself off and you’re dizzy. immedietely you reach for your bag, and try to get off his lap but his eyes widen, and his hands fly from the floor to your arms, “no wait, no i didn’t mean to freak you out i’m sorry, forget i said that.”

you hesitate, looking into his eyes, the way it panics, his iris moving back and forth like he’s afraid, afraid you’d pull out your arm from his hold and never talk to him again. but you’re not that strong. “don’t say stuff like that, i told you i don’t like it. we agreed on keeping it in here.”

he sulks, his bottom lip sticking up, “yeah, i know, i’m sorry. please stay.”

you hum, tilting your head to leave wet kisses down his neck and beomgyu’s breath hitches, then it picks up as he gets lost in the pleasure, fanning against your exposed skin. “i just want you so much.”

you pond on that and almost freeze again but he immeditely backtracks, “like in a getting my dick wet way. not in the—f-fuck.”

“you talk too much. we’re usually way past foreplay by now.”

he doesn’t respond, starting to hump and chase your heat as if you’re not already basically bouncing on him. you don’t mind it, it’s endearing actually. you just wish he could shut up like he usually does. “i thought you didn’t want me to overwork myself because you cared.”

you grip the base of his cock through his pants and he lets out a hiss, turning into a puddle when you rub it out. beomgyu was so easy to please. “look in the mirror puppy. i do care.”

beomgyu’s eyes are glossy with tears, clouded as he shifts them to look at himself in the mirror where both of you are sprawled on the floor, the exact same floor that could either break or make his dream, the exact one that granted you your dream. the reason you can’t even bare to be seen with him anymore.

“no, you care about me being your little bitch toy.”

you tut at him, pulling out his dick, you admire the way it’s leaking so much already, he’s basically about to cum and you haven’t messed with him enough just yet.

“does that matter? i still care regardless.” he whips his head to look at you, but his body fails him when you drag your hand down, then back up to rub your thumb over his slit, spreading dribbles of the liquid over the head. his eyes flutter and his defensive walls put up almost immediately begin to crumble, “look at the mirror, not me.”

“it does matter.” he retorts sharply, though it comes out rather wobbly, ignoring you completely.

you roll your eyes, taking it upon yourself to move his head forcefully to the mirror like he was a misbehaving child, “you’re such a brat, you know that? look at the way you spread your legs for me puppy, you are my little bitch toy.”

though his lips are pressed into a tight thin line, your ears could still pick up little whimpers. you stop your speed, holding your hand in one spot and he immediately panics. “i was close!” he whines, trying to fuck into your fist.

“too bad, i’m not gonna move my hand until you admit it.” you tease, beomgyu in fact not successful in getting any friction from your tight hand.

“admit what?” he finally asks, exasperated.

“that you’re my bitch toy.”

he shoots you a dirty look, clearly not up for it. which you’re okay with, edging him was always a favorite.

“i-i’m your bitch toy.” your brows raise, surprised that he was so quick to obey with how bratty hes been so far. “i’m your bitch toy, please touch me— m’ close…”

you watch the way he had the tendency to squeeze his eyes shut but he resists it and looks directly in the mirror again, keeping them firm on himself. you’re satisfied, humming.

“gooood boy.” you coo, noticing the shudder that sends him, half the mind to not giggle. he was way too adorable for your own good.

as you promised, you move your hand, dragging it up and down in long strokes before switching your pace, pumping his length at a faster speed.

“shit, i’m g-gonna—“ he mewls, brows furrowed, tensing up before his own spurts of semen cuts him off—white ropes to his embarrassment making a mess on the floor. you watch with amusement as he spills a bit more, before concluding you were done here.

when you stand up, you immedietely feel a hand grab your ankle. you look down with a brow raised.

he still looks dazed, the post nut clarity not hitting yet you assume. “where’re you going? we haven’t fucked yet.”

“i’m ending it, beomgyu. whatever ‘it’ is. i don’t think i’d be able to let you go if we fucked again.”

the boy huffs out an incredulous laugh, not thinking you were actually serious with this. but when your facial expression leaves no room for the assumption you were teasing him, the panic from earlier settles in. “what, are you like, breaking up with me?”

this was the exact issue; beomgyu was too deluded and attached, everything you’re not risking to deal with as someone with an actual career. if you let it continue he’d ask for more, and you can’t grant him more. “we were never together.”