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sonofthedunes · 9 months

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to all my lovely followers, merry christmas….or should i say, merry slutsmas? yes, i have prepared for you a naughty yuletide treat, a thanks to everyone who has joined me on this wacky trip through revitalized star wars fandom and luke stanning. so below the cut, partake in a peek at our boy engaging in some “self-care.” italics are his fantasy, regular text is the real world. i’ve kept descriptions of his partner vague so that you can use your imaginations. whether you’d like it to be yourself or an oc, to frame this story as before the pair hooks up or during a time when they’re separated—i’ll leave that up to you! here’s to a hilarious, horny, heartwarming 2024. may the force be with you. enjoy!

(MINORS DNI)

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He can picture her so clearly, as if she stands before him now in the darkened confines of his room. Her hair, her eyes, the smile on her lips: all lovely—and all making his heart beat that much faster. He swallows, staring back at her wide-eyed. Can she tell, he wonders? Can she sense how much he wants her, how desperate his need has grown?

An involuntary groan of relief escapes him as his hand finally encircles his cock; freed from the confines of his trousers, throbbing and angry-red, it twitches and leaks a single clear drop. Teeth digging into his lower lip, he slicks his length with his own essence. He settles back and allows his eyes to drift closed as he begins teasing the head. All the better to focus on his fantasy….

She sits on the bed beside him, runs a hand over his blushing cheek. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she says softly.

“No!” he insists. “No, I…this is fine.”

“Good.” She leans forward and kisses him—quite faintly at first, then more ardently as he eagerly responds. Their mouths open, their tongues slide between their lips like keycards in a lock. He gasps a little when she tugs his body closer, the combined heat sending a thrill up his spine. Daring to lay her hand against his aching groin, he receives a delighted moan in response. “Stars, you’re so hard…need you inside me.” He’s more than willing to oblige.

He’s fighting his own urges, knowing he could finish by fucking his fist quicker than an ash-rabbit. No, he wants this to last…every delicious moment of it will be his. So he drags his fingers up and down the shaft at a measured pace, huffing and cursing under his breath at how unbelievably right it feels. Of course he indulges in a bit of self-pleasure now and then, most young humans do, but…it never feels as satisfying as it does when he thinks about her. So sweet, so soft, everything he could ever desire.

Their clothes are fumbled off into wrinkled heaps on the bedroom floor, and he helps position her on his lap. The tight, warm wetness enveloping his cock as she sinks onto it—surely no feeling in the galaxy could compare to this. “Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Feels so good…”

His head is swimming with rapture, his hands gripping her hips. “You don’t…you don’t know how long I wanted this,” he manages.

She giggles breathlessly. “I can guess.” Slender arms drape themselves around his neck. With a slow roll of her pelvis she begins fucking him, and he swears through gritted teeth with an energy that surprises them both. His fingers dig into her hips, guiding her forward and back, and he leans in to sloppily kiss her collarbone.

At some point he opened his eyes and now finds himself gazing on his handiwork: left hand curled around his swollen cock, caressing it from root to tip, occasionally smearing precum around the head. His chest heaves with every breath, occasionally accompanied by a small “hah,” and he can feel his sweat rapidly cooling in the room’s circulating air. This is what the mere thought of her does to him. And he loves it.

The dull slap of flesh against flesh fills the bedroom, mixing with their moans and hoarse words of praise. “Fuuuuck, right there,” she begs, driving herself down to take him deeper; he decides to help and moves with her, angling at precisely the right spot to draw forth a broken cry.

“Like this?” he asks rhetorically, hands wandering and mouth ghosting at her neck. She whines lustfully as he bucks up into her. A moment later she shudders when he lowers his head to her breasts; he kisses them, then sucks a nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue around the peak, not switching sides until it’s like a diamond between his lips. And all the time they fuck, giving and taking in equal measure.

What he wouldn’t do for just five minutes with those perfect tits! Imagining their softness, the way they’d bounce with every thrust, is enough to tighten his grip and increase his speed. But he’s been nearing that point regardless. His patience is paying off: the slow embers of his climax kindle in his lower belly, his balls heavy with their unspent load even as clear drops dribble down his shaft and onto his hand. Eyes squeeze shut again in concentration. A strangled “mmmm” at the pressure. Almost there…

“Almost there,” he groans, fingers scrabbling at her back. “Please can I cum inside, really want-“

“Yes,” she grants him permission in an airy voice. “Touch me?”

Without disrupting the rhythm, his left hand snakes between their damp bodies to the juncture of her thighs, thumb seeking and finding the little prize. Rubbing tiny circles over the nub, he delights in her arched back and trembling pants. It serves to fuel his own growing passion, and he begins thrusting faster. “That’s it…take what you need, take it, take it,” he murmurs, wholly devoted to his tasks. Is he speaking to her or himself?

“Yes,” he hisses, “take it.” His hard-on kicks against his palm and he grunts at the sudden shock of pleasure. He can’t possibly hold out much longer.

“So fuckin’ close,” she shivers, rocking on him as though she’ll never get this chance again. “I’m so close, baby…”

“Cum for me,” he orders (though not unkindly), thumb still massaging her tender clit. “Wanna hear you, sweet girl.”

He’s properly fucking his fist now, the very thing he swore he wouldn’t do at the start of all this, but quite frankly he doesn’t care. It feels incredible, the closer he edges to the precipice.

She falls apart with a scream, clenching around him, her hands yanking on his hair or lightly pressing his throat. By contrast, he almost sobs when he finally blessedly lets go: his hips jerk as he fills her with his seed, his brain empty of any thought but the urge to hold her and keep her.

Somehow, he has the presence of mind to cover his mouth with his unoccupied hand as he cums. He knows how loud he can be…and selfishly, he wants no one else to hear him moan her name. If he can’t have her tonight, he wants that sound.

Afterward (how long has it been? A few seconds? An hour? It’s hard to tell when your bliss is so great), they collapse on the bed. Their high dissipates gradually: breathing evens, hearts slow. Neither makes a move to clean up or dress just yet. Simply to lie together, exchanging kisses and tracing patterns on flushed skin, is more than enough.

There are a million things he could say, a litany of poetics he could charm her with…but all that emerges is “I love you.”

“You do?” she grins, brushing hair back from his forehead.

“‘Course I do. If I could have anyone in the galaxy, I’d choose you every time.”

Hooking a leg over his hip, she snuggles against his his chest. “The feeling’s mutual, starlight.”

He hopes it always is.

“Oh, shit….” He’d had a suspicion his orgasm would be intense, but…when was the last time he’d cum this much? Thick, pearly ropes of the stuff splattered across his stomach and chest, some oozing onto his hand (still clutching his softening cock like his life depends on it). With a groan of effort, he fishes in the drawer of his bedside table until he finds a spare rag and wipes himself down. It takes a few passes, but eventually he’s clean enough to put off bathing until morning.

Rolling onto his back, he stares at the ceiling, an acute wave of loneliness pulsing through him. In the midst of his fantasy he could forget it, but now the bed feels rather empty and cold. To have her there would be his only wish…but for all the Force can accomplish, it can’t teleport people just by thinking of them.

So he drifts to sleep on his own for another night. But before he does, he whispers her name like a prayer to the shadows…and then:

“Love you.”

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x oc #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #merry slutsmas #please enjoy ;)

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subbmissivesuccubus · 1 year

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Day 4 of Kinktober - Sanemi X FemGiyuu- hate sex.

This is my favorite one yet. I had so much fun writing it, I definitely need to write more SaneGiyuu and more hate sex in general.

Here's the sneak peek! And as always, if you'd like to support me and read my kinktober fics, check out how to through the link in my bio.

But it was after a drunken night where everyone was tipsy from the alcohol, that their little bet first came to fruition. The rest of the Hashira were either passed out or flat out drunk, Sanemi and Giyuu being one of them. With one brash insult after another, the two of them were close to fist fighting were it not for Uzui stopping them:

“Shame on you, Sanemi!” the man said, loud and drunk, his words slurring, “No man should ever- ever fight a woman!”

“She’s not a woman.” Sanemi responded with a sneer, “She’s a rabid bitch!”

“And you’re a pissy little cow who throws a temper tantrum every time something doesn’t go your way.” Giyuu retorted, “even babies are more mature than you are.”

“The fuck did you say?!”

“Now, now.” Uzui said, trying to calm them down by ruffling both of their heads, “let’s not fight. Both of you are frustrated with each other and there’s a very simple way to resolve this tension.” He paused, making sure both of them were listening before he continued:

“You just have to fuck it all out.”

“What?” Giyuu asked, “HUH?!” Sanemi barked.

“You two always butt heads and it can be solved if you just fuck.” Uzui continued, taking another shot, “Trust me, a long night of rough sex is the perfect remedy.”

“Hah! Like I’d ever sleep with this pig.” Giyuu snapped, “I bet he’s not even good in bed.”

“Please- My dick works just fine as long as I’m sleeping with a beautiful woman and not some witch that was fished out of a well!”

And thus, the bet was born. Whoever got the most kills on a mission would be in charge in the bedroom and fuck the other however they please. Sanemi won the first round and he couldn’t be happier rubbing it in her face, the man going wild as he fucked her, insults and curses spewing from both their mouths. It was a fun and intense night but it proved Uzui wrong. It didn’t resolve anything- but rather- made them even more competitive.

Giyuu demanded a rematch. Which she won. So Sanemi demanded a rematch but Giyuu won again. So he demanded another. And then she demanded another. And she wanted a rematch after that one and well- now they’re here.

“Fuck yeah,” Sanemi growled, fucking Giyuu’s face mercilessly, his hips leaving the mattress to fuck into her mouth, “That’s it- take it- take it you nasty bitch!”

Giyuu couldn’t even glare at him, her eyes watering as his cock slid down her throat over and over again, her gagging adding more pleasure. His grip on her hair was unrelenting, using her mouth like a toy as he mercilessly pounded into her, his balls slapping against her chin. Giyuu assumed she’d be used to the sensation considering the number of blowjobs she’d given the man but, apparently not. Sanemi had a deliciously big cock (not that she’d ever tell him that) with a long, thick shaft and an angry red head with heavy balls. The first time she saw him, hard and dripping with pre-cum, she had to try her very best to not look fazed, lest the man get an ego about it.

“G-Gonna cum!” Sanemi moaned, tossing his head back, eyebrows furrowed as he felt the tell-tale signs of an orgasm rush over him, “Swallow every drop like you fuuuucking love it!”

Giyuu groaned around him and that just increased the pleasure, his balls clenching as he got ready to unload. A couple more thrusts and a loud shout later, Sanemi climaxed. He moaned loudly, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came, pulling at Giyuu’s ponytail and keeping her flush against his abdomen. Cock shoved deep, deep down her throat, her fingernails digging into his thighs, Giyuu gagged around Sanemi’s cock as he came. Rope after rope of cum shot down her mouth, her throat constricting around him with each gulp, the man so far down she could barely taste him.

His balls throbbed with each pump, Sanemi lightly rolling his hips against her as he milked his dick for every drop, letting out a satisfied sigh as he watched the woman take him so perfectly. “There we go…that’s it…yeah, you fucking love it~”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Sanemi eventually let go of her hair, strands of it having been pulled out of her ponytail. She gently detached herself for his cock, leaving behind a sloppy, slobbered on mess. His dick was still hard, needing several rounds before it went limp thanks to his line of business and the stamina he built. Not that Giyuu was complaining of course.

“So full of yourself.” She teased, giving him another eye roll. “Oh yeah? Then maybe don’t enjoy it so much.” Sanemi retorted. “You think I’m enjoying this?” “I do. But please, take those panties off and prove me wrong.” Giyuu pouted, knowing full well that her panties were drenched, her pussy dripping. Sanemi laughed, giving her a light pat on the face, “That’s what I fucking thought. Now show me those tits.”

#subby writes #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #genderbend #sanemi smut #sanemi shinazugawa smut #giyuu smut #tomioka giyuu smut #sanemi x giyuu #sanegiyuu

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twilightofthe · 1 year

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okay i put all my cranky thoughts into a separate post that's now drafted and it made me feel better so i'll be able to watch this episode now lol but if it gets me worked up again i'm posting the rant i'm sorry i cannot be helped or changed or saved <3

ANYWAY AHSOKA EP 2

also i forgot to say so last episode but kevin kiner my ABSOLUTE BELOVED the return of the king is real so happy to have you here my dude the ending and full theme was absolutely gorgeous

anywayyyyyy so i am guessing sabine did not make like satine and survived her shish kabobing

well there's ahsoka

oh yeah there's bean she's fine she'll be fine xD

damn filoni really gave more handwaving to having a character survive a major impalement vs me twisting myself into fucking knots writing anakin getting run through lmao

ahsoka sorry but actually i'm gonna blame u for this you still kinda seem like a mess and i don't think you were a very good teacher to sabine and now ur dropping back in on her when she's convenient to you?

well at least we know why she's so adamant against training baby yoda lol

ope here's goth girl and the fuuuuck is his NAME again i keep calling him fucking bryan

i like the fancy sithy-looking sundial tho

pfff second ep is "toil and trouble" guess we're getting witchy!

OH YEAH WAS SABINE'S KITTY OKAY

THEY BETTER BE OKAY

I SWEAR TO GOD

yea ahsoka what happened to showing up in the nick of time and saving kanan and ezra from inquisitors in rebels u were slowwww girlie

OK GOOD THE CAT IS OKAY

that's all that matters

ope one more droid hanging around ezra's place

GIRL UR SITTING UP ALREADY?!

GIRL HOW CAN U BREATHE

we do love the mechanic girl of my heart

sabine does love her explosions

no huyang hera just likes explosions

sabine works best under explosive pressure we LOVE HER

ope back to corellia i guess? we can reuse the old solo sets?

sabine

you were just

impaled

"but she's not the one who needs to hear it right now" ahhh there's the sabine and hera dialogue. ugh but i'm still not used to natasha and mary i can just hear tiya and vanessa doing it instead :(

WHY DO Y'ALL KEEP MAKING SABINE AND AHSOKA ANGRY EXES TF

"ancient ppl from a distant galaxy" waaaaaaait are they bringing in those eu dudes

no wait i think i remember something about these guys that was mention as the big bad in the canceled animated rebels sequel

or it could just be the chiss lmao

that could be it too, makes sense why they'd want thrawn

ok that is some real cool galactic map visuals i am an absolute sucker for a good starmap

ok but wait how the fuck did y'all get a map to thrawn anyway did the space whales write it

also sorry morgan but i don't personally think thrawn would go for u nothing personal you are hot but you don't quite seem his type

waaaait is fucking thrawn gonna have force sensitivity now THAT would be absolutely hilarious and he'd hate it so much

who's marrok i have no memory

y'all you can't just make thrawn work for you didn't he only work with the empire cuz he had to because it would advantage his people somehow (has read zero thrawn novels and only seen rebels)

please tell me sabine is in the fucking vents of ahsoka's ship

THERE'S THE GHOST WHERE IS CHOPPER

I AM NO LONGER FUCKING ASKING

okay so i think my issue with Mary is she doesn't have any of the same authority and purpose Hera's meant to hav

CHOPPER

MY MURDERBOT

MY SON

MY ANGEL MY EVERYTHING

Anyway

yeah

oh yeah harping in that the new republic is a total fustercluck

ew a capitalist

bro you know hera used to steal from people like you for the rebellion

sdlkfjsdk omg sabine's mom needs to talk to the teacher to keep her from getting expelled

but also y'all sabine is like 25-30 right now she's not a kid

@ ahsoka bitch you have no fuckin clue what you're doing doooon't talk about readiness

y'know maybe the imperial era just advanced medicine so later impalements don't kill people

oh oh so it IS ezra's!

sabine go find luke he'd love to have you

STOP WITH THE GAY DIALOGUE

ok so yeah she likely doesn't have force sensitvity

goddammit huyang neverMIND

so sabine IS force sensitive :) and kanan and ezra just never brought it up :) great :)

hera my beautiful ship nerd ily

bitch do NOT fuck with hera she has more presence than anyone ever

hera my dude you know better than anyone that if a ship wants to take off you gotta go try and stop it in person

ah i have been waiting like 5 long years to watch hera best pilot there was kick aerial ass

we STAN

chopperrrrrrrrr

oh yeah ahsoka's fighting an inquisitor too lmao

CHOPPER GET THEIR ASS

CHOPPER ADD TO YOUR KILL COUNT

ok this hera and chopper banter is perfect i do love it

VICTORY FOR MY GHOSTS

oh and good job ahsoka lol

aghhh sabine and her therapy cat i'm ;_;

theeeeere's sabine's mando armor

SABINE AND KANAN'S FUCKIN KNIFE I'M GONNA EVEN IGNORE THE BAD MULAN HACKJOB ATTEMPT

okay it seems like mary's kinda on and off for hera so far, she has her moments but she can't hold them

rosario keeps losing me i'm sorryyyyyyyy

natasha is doing GREAT

aaaaaand we redoing the end of the rebels epilogue!

god this makes me miss zeb

and kanan obvs but i've come to accept his death

zeb's still hanging around where is he!!!!!

ah all is right

sabine has her gay haircut back

here we go gay roadtrip to find ezra time

alright so i'm still not really vibing with jedi!sabine at All but i have concluded that this show is watchable but honestly not that good, writing-wise, sorry dave, so i think i'll be able to watch it with my brain turned off

goddammit first i thought the holograms visiting morgan were nightsister witch ghosts xD

RIGHT RIGHT HIS NAME IS BAYLAN NOT BRYAN

morgan stop simping for thrawn i guaranTEE he's not your type

oKAY

we are through with the two episodes! it is very late for me so i'm gonna sit and think on what i've seen so far and shitpost a little. i did really like seeing my rebels blorbos again even if the live action actors don't quite have their groove yet. obviously very excited to retrieve ezra <3 so yeah that was that and i'll be back for more next week!

#sw the ahsoka show #ahsoka #sw ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #star wars #sw spoilers #star wars spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #liveblogging the ahsoka show

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Such A Fucking Klutz (Toji x Reader)

Pairing: Toji x Reader , Megumi x Reader (watching)

Content: Smut, fingering, size kink, maid outfit, slight dumbification, psuedo-incest, dub-con, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

TW: Size kink, dub-con, psuedo-incest, dumbification, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is so fucking dirty to me LMFAO, absolutely filthy. Archive fic

Megumi wasn’t really sure why his dad hired a maid. After all, they managed all the cooking and cleaning in the house just fine on their own and nothing in particular stood out to him as being an unmanageable burden. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his father would spend extra money on something they absolutely didn’t need. All of his questions were answered when he arrived at home.

He was greeted by you, standing in their modest kitchen in a slutty maid’s outfit that his father no doubt had you wear. Garter belts wrapped around your mid-thigh, holding up knee high white socks that squeezed the plush skin of your thighs deliciously. The dress you wore hugged your body, the skirt loosening at the bottom so that the back of it rose up slightly as to where the underside of your ass would be visible if you bent down. Of course his father would have you wear some shit like that. You looked like a klutz, sloppily wiping down the counter with a lackadaisical smile on your lips until you noticed Megumi.

“Oh!” Your mouth dropped open. “You must be Toji’s son! Hi, I’m _____.” You spoke in somewhat of a singsong voice, approaching him as if the outfit you were wearing didn’t make you look like you’d walked right out of a porno. You had innocent eyes, his dad always liked shit like that, the fucking creep.

“Hey.” Megumi spoke, struggling to keep his eyes from wandering down your figure, made small by the uniform. “Good to meet you.” He’d noticed how young you looked, only a few years older than him and for a moment, it crossed his mind that he could fuck you stupid on this kitchen table before his father got home. Megumi’s cheeks flushed.

“Likewise.” You peered up at him, taking in his pretty appearance before turning and getting back to your duties. The truth was, you’d never done housework before, you were just desperate for a job and when Toji offered it to you, you were inclined to take it. It was only an added bonus that the man hiring you made your pussy flutter with anticipation.

Megumi left the room, his eyes lingering over your figure once more before leaving. He didn’t want it to become obvious how much your pretty body made him want to fuck you senseless. He’d have to fuck his fist later instead, the thought of you in that maids outfit playing in his mind. Megumi wouldn’t let you bother him, though. After all, you were older than him (if only by a little), and it wasn’t any of his business who the fuck his father decided to look at.

He’d quickly discover that it wasn’t just looking when he came home early from classes one day to find Toji bouncing your body on his fat cock.

You couldn’t remember how it happened, but you assume you must have been cleaning, bent over the kitchen table to try and get as close to the center as possible. Toji just had to admire the way the garter belts bit into the flesh of your thighs, just had to admire the way your skirt rose up, exposing the plump underside of your ass, and of course he had to admire the slight line of your pretty pussy on your underwear. But you just had to ruin the sight by kicking the bucket beside you over, spilling the water across the floor.

“Shit.” You mutter, running to the kitchen and grabbing a rag to wipe it up. You get on your hands and knees, muttering apologies to Toji as he looks down at you. He likes the way your skirt now fully exposes your ass, and the way it sways back and forth as you sloppily wipe up the water on the floor. You really were bad at this.

“Such a fucking klutz, hm?” Toji spoke, walking so he was in front of your hands. “Interrupting the show like that.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You were so clueless, so innocent, and such a fucking tease. It made Toji’s blood boil. Before you could open your mouth to speak, his thick fingers were coming to grip your jaw, pulling you upwards slightly as he leaned down.

“You’re awful at cleaning.” He seethed, his breath hot on your face. “What’re you gonna do to make it up to me?”

You let out a whimper, arousal pooling in your core as you rubbed your legs together to get some friction. You looked so small compared to him, like he could snap you in half if he really wanted to, so his grip on your face had your heart pumping against your chest. Your hand came up to grab his wrist, a small whimper escaping your mouth.

“ ‘nything,” You mumbled.

“I can’t fucking hear you.” Toji spat back, his fingers squeezing your jaw tighter.

“Anything!” Your voice caught in your throat and you squirmed. Fuck, you could see how hard he was through his pants, the way his cock strained against his waistband. It looked so thick and had you drooling at the thought. “I’ll do anything,,, daddy.”

The word slipped from your mouth automatically, but Toji gave a sadistic smirk, his eyes dipping to your lips before he released his grip on your jaw, shoving you back slightly.

“Stay on your knees.” Toji moved around the table so his back rested against the side, his hands gripping the edge. You could see the outline of his cock and your eyes moved from it to him as you licked your lips hungrily. Fuck, he looked huge, looked like he would fill you up and more. You weren’t even sure if he’d fit in you at all. “Suck it.”

He beckoned you closer, undoing his belt and freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. It popped up, slapping against his stomach with a low thump. Toji was fucking massive,,, everywhere. What you thought you saw through his pants was only a fraction of the main show and you whined at the sight, your big eyes meeting his own in a mixture of fear and arousal.

“Go on, get it wet for daddy.” Toji spoke, his hands moving back to the edge of the table as you brought yourself nearer to his cock.

You gave it a few kitten licks but he put a fist in your hair, angling your head up to look at him.

“Like you mean it.” Toji said, pushing your head back down onto his cock so you could lick a flat stripe up the side before taking the tip in your mouth. His dick was hot and pulsing against your tongue and so hard that it felt like it was fit to burst.

Toji let out a prolonged groan, his eyes coming back to meet yours as you struggled to fit all of him into your mouth. He was huge and beyond thick too, there was no way you were fitting all of him in your mouth without help. As you began to pull your mouth off of his length, Toji let out an angry grunt.

“All the way, princess.” His voice was taunting as he pushed you down further onto his cock, drinking in the sounds of the way you moan and choke around him. Fuck he wanted to be buried in that little pussy of yours, wanted to split you open, but he had to teach you a lesson first, show you how to be a good girl for him.

Finally he let you off of him, and you let out a cough, gasping for air before quickly returning to sucking his dick, your hands pumping what you weren’t fitting into your mouth. You were so wet by now, so needy for him that you were moaning into his dick, salivating as you drooled over it. The sounds alone were enough to have you whimpering for him and clenching your thighs together for friction.

“You’re such a fucking whore, huh? Been wantin’- hng- Daddy’s cock, haven’t you?” He sneered at you, his voice catching as you caught a sensitive spot.

You nodded, his cock still filling your mouth as you did so, the angle changing slightly.

“Fuuuuck, just like that.” Toji groaned, the hand in your hair tightening before he yanked you off of him. “You want my cock in the little pussy of yours? Want daddy to fuck you good, hm?”

You nodded, spit covering your lips and chin, and you reached a hand down to rest over your pussy. “Yes, daddy p-please. Want you so bad.” You cried out, your head falling back in a whiney moan.

“Apologize first.”

“M’sorry daddy, m’sorry for spilling the bucket, please.” You whimpered, your hand brushing your clit over your panties.

Toji picked you up off the ground and turned, setting you down on the table and spreading your legs open so his hands could have better acces to your aching cunt. He pulled the uniform down, tugging at one of your nipples before running his hands down the side of your body, sliding the dress down. His hands were rough and his grip was harsh as he grabbed your thigh, his other hand moving your panties aside.

“So fucking wet for me.” He let out a dark chuckle. “Guess you really are a fucking whore.”

He took four fingers to your pussy, running them up your soaking slit before rubbing lazy circles over your clit. Your head fell back in a whine, his movements relieving some of the tension that had been building. Toji loved your reactions, the way your eyes would widen in nervousness when he touched you exceptionally good, made him want to see you do it to yourself.

Toji took your hand, placing it over your clit and moving it in circles, his eyes dark. “Keep doing it like that, princess and I can help you.”

You gave a nod, hoping that you were doing it right for him as he plunged two calloused fingers into your pussy. They were already thicker than anything you’d had before and you whined at the stretch, your hand faltering as your breath caught it your throat. How the fuck could someone’s fingers fill you up so well.

“Don’t stop working that slutty clit of yours, or I won’t help you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding and working your fingers through the strain. Fuck he felt good filling you up like that, felt so good as his fingers curled into that spot inside of you and his eyes bored down at the way your hand worked against your own cunt.

But you needed him, needed more, and so your hand picked up the pace, doing just what he taught you. Toji grunted at the sight, adding another finger without warning, causing you to yelp.

“Daddy, more, gimme more. More.” You whined, your hand working against your clit as you began to lose yourself in your impatience. He pulled his fingers from you.

“Y’know, I was gonna take my time getting you ready, but you’re such a slut, begging like that. ‘M just gonna give it to you, don’t fucking complain if it hurts.”

Toji grabbed your arms and pick you up so his dick was postured below your throbbing cunt. He could feel the heat from you radiating onto him, your slick starting to run down your inner thighs, and you whined out in impatience. Slowly, he lowered you down onto his thick cock, gritting his teeth as your pussy stretched to fit him.

Fuck, he was already filling you up and he’d barely pushed the tip in. His head was angled down to look at the way your tiny cunt swallowed his cock. Toji could feel the way you fluttered around him, trying so hard to take all of him in you. You swear you could feel him in your throat, and tears started to brim in your eyes at the way his thick cock was splitting you open.

“F-fuck.” You choked out. “S’ too much, daddy. S’too much.”

Toji chuckled, continuing to lower you down. “Too much? But you were just begging for it? Thought you wanted daddy to fuck you.”

“S’ big.” You babbled, tears now spilling down your cheeks.

“Too fucking bad.” You gasped as he bottomed out in you. You felt so full, you’d never been so full in your life. It hurt like a bitch, it did, but when you turned your gaze downward to look at where your little pussy swallowed his thick cock, you couldn’t help but groan. It was so hot, and his body was so hard against yours as his hands gripped the meat of your ass, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Toji groaned, rolling his hips against yours, adjusting his grip on you so he could bounce you on him as he pleased.

Already the heat in your stomach was building as Toji pulled out all the way to the head. His dick dragged against your walls, hitting every possible spot within you. Your fingernails dug into his back and he slammed you back down onto his cock. Fuck you were already close, and it was only one more thrust before your pussy fluttered around him, hugging his cock with your walls as you came for the first time, a strangled cry leaving your lips.

“You fucking cum already?” Toji brought a hand up, pinching your nipple hard to elicit a yelp from you. “Fine, but I don’t want to hear that whore mouth of yours complaining, because I’m not gonna stop.”

With those words, he lifted you up and plunged you back down onto him with a smack, his hips snapping up to meet yours. He had you by the ass, pulling your body on and off of his cock at a ruthless pace. Toji was so thick, especially around the middle, and each thrust had you feeling more full than the last.

“So f-fucking full.” You managed to choke out between thrusts.

“Yeah? You’re so fucking tight, I can feel you sucking me in.” Toji tilted his head to look down at where you connect. “Look at how well that pussy takes me.”

Your hand moved down to grip his bicep, your head resting on his collarbone as you watched the way he bounced you up and down, each snap of his hips making a slapping sound that echoed through the empty kitchen. Toji didn’t mind the way your nails dug into his skin, he was so focused on absolutely ruining that pretty pussy of yours. He wanted to make you his, so that you could never fuck another guy again, wanted to ruin you.

Like father like son. That’s the harrowing thought that crossed Megumi’s mind as he watched you in his kitchen. The way your tits bounced, and the moans that fell from your lips as his dad fucked into you.

He’d come home early, skipped club activities hoping to catch a glimpse of you in that uniform again. Megumi got more than he bargained for. The uniform was bunched at your waist, and your tits bounced beautifully every time Toji drove you down onto his cock.

He should feel guilty, should feel terrible, and should have left as soon as he realized what was happening, but he lingered a little too long. He lingered just long enough to commit the bounce of your tits to memory, and just long enough to remember the way your pussy stretched to fit that cock inside of you.

“Wanna cum again?” Toji asked, his arms bouncing you up and down at a furious pace, completely unaware of the visitor. He could feel the way your cunt fluttered around him and the way your pussy gripped his cock so tightly. His dick plunged into you, pounding into that spongy spot inside of you and hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Yes daddy, please.” You threw your head back, a loud and long moan falling from your lips.

“Tell me how good it feels. Gonna make that pretty pussy cream on my cock.”

“S’good daddy,” You moaned, your voice getting caught in your throat, tears streaming down your face at the painful stretch. “Y’feel so fucking good, gonna cum. Please, make me cum, daddy.”

Toji groaned, pulling your body up and down on his cock, his weight shifted backwards for a deeper angle, continuing his abuse of that toe curling spot inside of you. He was close too, you could feel his length throbbing inside of you as you unravelled on top of him, squirming and crying out at the sheer force of your orgasm. Your legs shook as you came, throwing your head back in a gratuitous moan as Toji fucked up into you. It wasn’t long before he completely filled you up, white hot spurts of cum shooting into you.

Your body goes limp in Toji’s arms, and he pants, his cock still inside of you as your cunt pulses around him in the aftermath of your orgasm. A mixture of your cum would leak out of the sides if he didn’t have you stuffed so full you could feel him in your throat.

“So good daddy, thank you.” You breathe out. Toji gives a grunt of approval.

Behind the wall of the kitchen, Megumi stares at his hand, chest heaving and cum glistening on the calloused skin. He wonders how the fuck he’s gonna pretend he didn’t see a thing.

#toji x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #toji x reader smut #fushiguro toji smut #megumi smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw: daddy kink #tw: dub con #tw: psuedo incest #tw: size kink #tw: dumbification #tw: voyeurism

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lucy-sky · 3 years

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Coffee and Pancakes (Blake x Reader)

Tadaaaaaaam! Guess who wrote another fic about an unpopular character? YES, THIS IS ME! This story was eating my brain the whole week, and I had ABSOLUTELY no time to write it down - the struggle was real!! Basically I spent this week in mental dialogues with Blake xDD And you know what? I now have another Blake x f!Reader story idea, a spicier one... I am fine, I guess :’)

Warnings: none. Only fluff about two slightly awkward people who really like each other :)

Words: 2026; AO3 link if you prefer reading there

“Table number seven, coffee!”

You huffed brushing a strand of hair falling down your forehead. You’ve been working for less than three hours, and were already soaked and stressed.

Applying for a job as a waitress in a diner for sure wasn’t your greatest achievement or your best idea, but what choice did you have? For years you’d been working as a barista in a quiet coffee shop and you honestly enjoyed this job. Unfortunately everything comes to an end someday. The owner sold the cafe and the new owners had other plans for it. You couldn’t afford staying jobless for a long time. Christmas presents had to be bought, rent had to be paid, and moving back to your parents didn’t seem like a great option at your age. So you figured you could work here for now, while searching for something better.

Your first day, with all honesty, felt like a day in hell. You happened to be so lucky that the second waitress who was supposed to work on your shift got sick. You were all alone, and it was not too bad… Until the brunch hour.

The diner was crowded. You ran between the tables like crazy. People were angry, no one wanted to wait. You struggled not to mix up the orders, to bring them fast enough and to be nice and polite at the same time. You knew your boss was watching you from the counter and tried to make a good impression. This certainly wasn’t your dream job, but at the moment you really needed it after all.

“Your coffee, sir,” you told the dark-haired man at table number seven, and he raised his eyes on you as you placed a mug in front of him.

“First day?”

The question caught you by surprise. You looked at him to meet a pair of curious yet kind brown eyes.

“Uh… Is it that obvious?” You let out a nervous giggle.

“No, it’s just that I come here often and haven’t seen you before,” he smiled softly.

“Oh, I see,” you nodded. Something about this man was strangely comforting. Maybe his mustache or knitted sweater… Or these kind eyes of his. You wished you could talk to him more, but the work couldn’t wait, so you gave him another polite smile and rushed for another order.

The work kept going. A couple from the eighth table left and you grabbed their empty mugs and plates, put them on your tray and headed to the counter.

“Hey, miss!” someone called you out. What happened next was something you’ve been afraid of since morning: You wheeled a little too fast and tripped. Someone’s big hand managed to catch you before you hit the floor, but you couldn’t save the plates from falling down and breaking into pieces. Instantly, your heart sank, as you glanced at the counter to meet your boss’s gaze. Fuck. You’re totally gonna be fired now. Fuck. Fuuuuck.

“Yo, I’m sorry! Man, sorry, that’s totally my fault!”

You turned your head to your sudden savior - the dark-haired man with a mustache from the seventh table. He was talking to your boss right now.

“That’s my fault, see?” He pointed at his duffle bag on the floor next to the table. “Shouldn’t have put it here, she- she tripped over it… I apologize, okay, man? I’ll pay for it.”

Baffled, you stared at him, then back at your boss, and felt a huge relief when he nodded at the man.

“No problem, Blake!”

Damn. You couldn’t believe this good man just saved your ass. He doesn’t even know you! You turned to look at him again, and his expression was suddenly concerned.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, yeah… I am,” you mumbled sheepishly, nodding at him.

You let out a deep sigh and began to collect the shatters from the floor. The man - Blake, as your boss called him - leaned down and silently started helping you. At some point your hands touched as you were about to pick the same piece, and for some reason it made you feel the heat creeping over your cheeks. He chuckled softly as your eyes met for the second time today.

After the brunch was over and you finally could take a little break, you decided to ask your coworker Nicky about Blake, and it turned out they were good friends since high school.

“He’s a nice guy, yeah,” Nicky told you. “I’m not even surprised he helped you.”

“I feel so dumb,” you sighed. “He literally saved me, and I didn’t even give him a proper thank you, just mumbled something like an idiot.”

“Don’t worry,” Nicky winked. He comes here often, so you for sure will have another chance.”

Another chance happened sooner than you expected. In the evening, an hour before the end of your shift Blake came over again and ordered coffee.

He blinked in confusion when you put a plate on the table before him. On the plate, there was a double portion of pancakes with maple syrup.

“But… I only asked for coffee…”

“Oh, that's from me,” you replied. “I mean… Obviously I wanted to thank you for uh… helping me out, so… Nicky said it's your favorite.”

“You really didn't have to…”

“No, you didn't have to. Honestly, I'm still wondering why you did it.”

“Well uh… You just looked kinda stressed out. And yeah… First day at work is always rough. Plus Christmas is just around the corner, so…” He shrugged, looking at you with his big innocent brown eyes.

“So you just helped me because you're just… a genuinely nice guy and because it's Christmas?”

“Guess so. That's hard to believe?”

“I didn't mean to offend you,” you said even though his voice didn't sound offended at all, it was quite friendly and warm. “I just meant you're a rare species.”

“Yeah? Good to know.”

His smile looked ridiculously cute, and you suddenly felt kinda flustered in front of him.

“I'm Blake, by the way.”

“I know,” you blurted out. “I mean… I remember boss calling you that.”

“Course,” Blake let out a small laugh.

“Oh, and I'm-”

“Y/n. You got this name tag right there…” He added, smiling awkwardly, as he noticed your slight confusion.

“Right, yeah… That's my name,” you mumbled. Great. You totally just won the dumbest conversation award of the year.

“Okay uh… I need to get back to work,” you said to escape the awkward pause which was about to happen. “Thanks again, Blake. I really appreciate it a lot. Enjoy your pancakes.”

“I will.”

You smiled at him warmly before heading back to the counter. Ugh, what's the matter with you? You've never been good at speaking to men you liked. Flirting? Who's that? You just turned into an awkward mess who blurts out the most stupid things before realizing it.

On the other hand… oddly enough, but you had a feeling that Blake could probably relate to this. He also seemed a bit abashed, and in general he gave an impression of a simple guy, not some kind of Casanova, far from it. You definitely liked that about him.

The next couple of weeks you saw Blake in the diner almost everyday. Pancakes with maple syrup and black coffee were now strongly associated with him in your brain. Sometimes when you weren’t busy you had little nice conversations with him, sometimes you just exchanged glances and smiles. With him this job didn’t really seem that bad, every time he entered the diner, the sight of him made your day a bit better.

A week before Christmas you were leaving the diner earlier, and literally bumped into Blake at the door.

“Oh! Hi, y/n!” He looked surprised. “Are you… Leaving already?”

“Yeah, finished my shift earlier today. Wanted to do some Christmas shopping before the stores are closed,” you smiled at him.

“I see…”

You were standing at the porch, awkwardly looking at each other.

“Are you um… Going in?” You gestured at the door.

“No, I… Well you see, I… basically came here to see you, so I guess not…” He blurted, letting out a small, slightly nervous laughter, which you found absolutely adorable. “Shit, sounds creepy. Like I’m stalking you or something…”

“Doesn’t sound creepy to me,” you gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m always happy to see you around too.”

“Yeah?” Blake’s smile turned wider. “Good, uh… Maybe… Maybe you need a ride to the store? For that Christmas shopping you were talking about.”

His warm pleading eyes didn’t give you any chance to say no. Plus the perspective to spend more time with him made your heart beat a little faster with excitement.

“Yes, sure,” you nodded happily.

“Alright, let’s go.”

The way to the local mall didn’t take much time, and it saddened you a bit. You would happily spend a few more hours in the car just talking to him about nothing and everything at once.

“Hey, um… Did Nicky tell you about the band, by the way?” Blake suddenly asked when he stopped the car at the parking lot.

“Band? No… What do you mean?”

“We kinda have a garage band - me, Nicky and a couple more old friends. I mean, we don’t play very often now… We play very seldom actually. But we’re playing this Thursday. Decided to remember the good old days, you know. It’s nothing very special, but I thought maybe you wanna come?..”

“Of course I want to!” You exclaimed. “Wow! So you’re a rock star? That’s so cool!”

“Well, not as cool as you might think - I just play the drums…”

“Are you kidding me? Drums are cool! Just so you know, my favorite Beatle has always been Ringo.”

“Ringo?” He laughed. “That’s a good one, you know… Me and Ringo, we got a lot in common, like… Big nose.”

“I like your nose,” you blurted out. Here we go, once again you stopped paying attention and just straight up told what was on your mind - that’s what this man was doing to you.

Thankfully Blake didn’t freak out, just blushed a little, not knowing what to reply to this.

“So yeah, of course I’ll be happy to see you and your band on stage,” you gave him a wide grin.

“Awesome!” Blake returned the smile. You still found him ridiculously attractive with those crickles at the corner of his sparkling eyes, and this big nose and stache and everything. You wished you could pull him closer and kiss him right now, but it definitely wasn’t appropriate.

“I need to go now,” you mumbled. “Thanks for the ride, Blake.”

“Welcome. Enjoy the shopping,” he winked.

You put your hand on the handle to open the car door, but hesitated for a moment. You both clearly liked each other, so maybe… What the hell?

“Y/n?..”

Following a sudden impulse, you turned to him, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pressed your lips to his.

It was weird. You’ve never ever kissed a man first. What if he’s gonna think you’re some kind of a crazy woman? Cheeks burning, you drew away from him.

“Sorry, I…”

The words instantly left your brain when Blake’s big hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in and kissed you tenderly. His stache tickled your skin, and his warm tongue was incredibly gentle as you parted your lips allowing it to sink inside your mouth. A soft hum he made against your lips made you feel those butterflies in your stomach people always talk about. You think you didn’t really know how exactly it feels until today.

“Y/n?” Blake’s voice came out a bit hoarsely when your lips finally parted.

“Yeah?”

“Thought maybe… You need some help with this Christmas shopping of yours?” He gave you a soft chuckle.

“I thought men hate shopping…”

“Well, I need some stuff for holiday anyways,” Blake shrugged. “And then we could have coffee or… pancakes, or something… How does that sound?”

You couldn’t help but place a quick kiss on his nose, making him smile again.

“Coffee and pancakes sound perfect.”

Thank you for reading! Any feedback is greatly appreciated, especially with unpopular characters like that :)

#the unforgivable #blake x reader #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #lucy tries to write

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dejunectar · 3 years

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Dangerous Woman | Winwin

«« genre »» smutty smuttttt,, fluff towards the end

«« pairings »» winwin x reader

«« warnings »» 18+ content, choking, degrading/praising kinks ((aftercare too)),, breeding kink

«« summary »» after a long and frustrating day in the studio, you treat your boyfriend, sicheng, to a heated night to let out his frustrations and gain inspiration

«« song/inspiration »» dangerous woman by ariana grande & the anon who came up with this beautiful idea <3

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It was late.

11:35 p.m. to be exact.

You knew Winwin was at the studio, but you didn’t know how long he would be there. He went in earlier that morning, leaving you with a long kiss and a smile. You wished him luck and went to your own work.

When he returned home, however, he was anything but happy. A frown etched across the beautiful boy’s face, but his eyes held a look of anger. As he walked through the front door and made his way into the living room, the first thing he saw was you, scrolling through your phone, on the couch.

Without a single word, he placed his things on the coffee table and stood in front of you.

When you looked up to meet his gaze, you rose an eyebrow in confusion. “Hey baby, I didn’t hear you come in, everything okay?”

Without responding to your question, he pulled you up to him and pressed his lips against yours. You barely had time to return the kiss before he pulled away from you and wrapped a hand around your neck, leaning down into your ear.

“It’s been a long day,” his voice had a dark undertone to it, making the hairs against your skin raise, “I want you to go upstairs, strip yourself, and wait for me. Understood?”

You nodded quickly, feeling your stomach flip.

He gave you enough time to run up to your shared bedroom and follow through with his orders. Winwin didn’t get angry very often. When he did, he would find a way to calm himself down, or oftentimes he’d express how he felt and you both would find a way to cheer him up. It wasn’t a normal occurrence for him to come home this frustrated.

But this had happened twice before. It was months ago, and it was always something studio-related, or music-related. The first night, he called you to the studio, and you had the brilliant idea of fucking him in the booth. It was a sure way for him to release the negative energy he had pent up inside. The second night, he couldn’t wait to get home. You had sex in the empty parking garage in your car.

But tonight was different. You were in the safety of your own home. Somehow, that only made you more nervous about his actions.

You were out of time to think though. Winwin had made it to the room, and stood in the doorway, his eyes still holding all of that anger that made you shiver.

As you sat at the edge of the bed waiting for him, he slowly walked towards you, taking off his shirt. “Turn off the light.”

“Wha—”

“No questions, baby, turn off the lights please.”

“Okay, fine.”

You clicked off the lamp that stood on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed. The only light in the room came from the moon, which illuminated the entire bed space around you.

He smirked and leaned down, meeting your lips. A breath of relief left your system as you kissed him back passionately. He ran a hand from your cheek down to your right breast.

“You remember the safe word, yeah?”

You nodded rapidly and looked into his eyes. He dropped his smirk and nodded towards the top of the bed. You obliged, crawling up to the headboard and leaning against it. He looked you over once more and began palming himself through his sweatpants.

“Let me take care of you, Wi—”

“No. Right now, I wanna play with you.”

He moved quick, pulling your legs towards him so you were laying down, and leaning down to your neck. He began pressing long kisses to your neck, biting down softly every so often. You tilted your head to allow more access, and in response, he began sucking on your sweet spot. Soft hums of approval slipped from your mouth as he began making his way down your body.

Your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, tugging softly whilst he placed hickeys down your chest and stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he sighed as he settled between your legs, gazing up at you with dark eyes. “Couldn’t wait to get home and see you.”

You looked down at him; he smirked and began rubbing his thumb along your slit. A shiver ran down your spine and you immediately went to lift your legs away. With a tsk, Winwin pushed your legs back into place and began rubbing your clit in slow circles. Your soft hums turned into whines of need. “You look so gorgeous in the moonlight, my love,” he sighed softly.

Just as you began to squirm his lips attached to your heat, making you moan aloud and begin tugging at his hair again. He groaned into your pussy and began licking up your arousal.

Your breathing became erratic as he slid a single finger into you. “Winnie, please!” you begged, slightly squeezing your legs around his head. He let out a low laugh before sliding another finger in and slowly pumping them through you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been in that studio.” He slipped both fingers out of you and began sucking at your clit before returning his fingers back into you and releasing your clit once more. You groaned at his actions but continued to allow his torture to continue.

“Couldn’t get the words down. The notes came out wrong. I was stuck and didn’t know how to portray the emotion.” He repeated his actions, earning a frustrated whine from you.

“So what you’re gonna do, baby,” he hummed before sitting up completely and used a single finger to beckon you towards him, “is help me out, yeah?”

You reluctantly got up from your place on the bed and sat on your knees. He leaned down and pulled you into a warm and inviting kiss. You sighed happily and ran your hands up his chest. Before you could go any farther, your boyfriend had a hand wrapped around your throat and his other was gripping your hair. The kiss didn’t last long before he pulled away from you and began squeezing your throat.

“I want you inside me,” you whispered, eyes fluttering open. Your words caused a fire to ignite inside him; you watched the lust take over his eyes and his lips muttered curses quietly. “Please, Sicheng.”

Without another word, he pushed you back down to the bed and towered over you, pulling his sweatpants off and quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

As he began to take the packaging off, you snatched it from his hands and placed it back onto the nightstand. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you, surprised with your actions.

“I trust you,” you smiled up at him. He looked down at you with adoration and began pumping himself.

“You want me to fill you up, don’t you, baby?” he teased you, gliding his tip back and forth in your cunt. You hummed in satisfaction and adjusted your legs for him to enter. “Your wish is my command.”

Before you could react, he slid into your wet cunt and pushed your legs apart so he could go deeper. Loud moans escaped your mouth and he grunted softly. Your eyes clenched shut as he slipped out and thrusted back into you. “You’re so tight around me, Y/N— fuuuuck.”

You brought your hands around his back and tried to stabilize your breathing. “Use me,” you managed to breathe out.

Your words caused a craze in him to uproar. He gripped the headboard with one hand as he began moving into you. The only thing heard in the room was your moans, Winwin’s harsh curses and breathing, and the bed beneath you creaking.

Your nails dragged down his back as he pounded harder into you. “Look at my pretty little slut, taking every inch of me,” he whispered, using his free hand to choke you once more. You whined at his words and began moving along with his thrusts. He bit down on his lip and sped up his pace to throw you off, succeeding.

As you reached down to play with your clit, his hand left your throat to smack your hand away and rubbed slow circles into your clit. Your body could hardly handle the feeling of his dick sliding into you effortlessly, much less his fingers now helping you reach your high.

“Do you like that? Hm?” he teased, smirking down at you. You let out a throaty cry in response, not answering your boyfriend’s question. “Answer me now.”

You nodded rapidly and cried out, “Yes, Sicheng, yes!”

He slowed down his pace and abruptly pulled out of you, much to your dismay. As you weakly peeled your eyes open and pushed up towards him, he laughed and grabbed your face forcefully. “Are you my needy little slut?”

You nodded weakly and continued pushing your hips up towards his.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your needy slut.”

A proud smile took over his face before he unexpectedly pounded back into you. You moaned out in ecstasy and fluttered your eyes shut once more. Winwin let go of your face but began pulling at your chin to open your mouth. “I wanna hear everything that pretty mouth has to offer.”

You willingly let out every cry and moan that he caused you. Your nails dug into his back as he picked up speed, causing him to moan deeply into your ear. “That’s right, baby, let me hear it all,” he encouraged.

You felt your high building up quickly and there was no way to delay it as he continued pummeling into you. Luckily though, you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his breathing getting uneasy.

“I’m— fuck, Wi— I’m so close!” you warned, slightly clenching your legs together the best you could.

“I can feel it,” he grunted before using a hand to separate your legs, “cum if you want but I’m not pulling out.” You smiled up at him and gazed into his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He grinned back at you and laughed. “You want it?”

You nodded quickly, matching his pace and trying to delay your orgasm. It wasn’t easy, as he continued rubbing your clit to the rhythm he pounded into you with.

Once you got the okay, you finally gave out on matching his pace and called out his name as you felt euphoria wash over you. Your back arched and your head threw back in relief, yet you knew it wasn’t over.

As you managed to pry your eyes back open, you saw his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip taken into his mouth. “So tiiiight,” he drawled out, relaxing himself and releasing his load into you at last.

As he finished, he pumped into you twice more and slid out of your cunt with ease. The moonlight hitting against the both of you made you feel vulnerable yet you rested your eyes against the point you both met at. His gaze followed yours and a chuckle left his lips at the sight. “We made such a mess.”

You giggled and nodded in agreement. “We can clean it up tomorrow.”

He laid beside you and pulled you close into his side, tangling his legs into yours and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Did that inspire you at all?” you asked, tracing patters into his skin and gazing up at him tiredly. He smiled down at you and nodded softly. “Good, I’m glad.”

For the rest of the night, you rested in your boyfriend’s arms as he hummed the tune to the song he’d become so angry over in the first place.

You slept unbelievably peacefully that night, and knew he’d be successful in the studio the next day.

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hitozy · 3 years

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tw! this is obviously +18, smut, poly, blowjob, vaginal sex, slight asphyxiation, public sex.

a/n! this is an addition of ‘the manager’ collection.

@rintarhue : BABES! pls enjoy the kagehina brainrot as a thank you for helping me choose a name 🥺️

“Shh, you have to be quiet love, or else we’ll get caught.”

“Just a little bit more, baby girl, almost done.”

You don’t know how you got yourself into this situation. One minute you’re out with Hinata and Kageyama for date night, the next thing you know, your kissing Hinata roughly while being pushed by Kageyama into the family restroom and locking the door.

You aren’t complaining though, not when you're being stuffed front and back. It had been awhile since they tag teamed to fuck you, seems like a date night was all they needed for inspiration.

Kageyama shallowly thrusted into your cunt, sending your body forward and deepthroating Hinata; this causes a train reaction making you moan, Hinata moan and thrust back, hence pushing you onto Kags cock. It seems neither one of them are going to relent on giving you a break, especially when your mixed juices and saliva are dripping on the floor.

Hinata racked his fingers through your hair, pulling it back to watch his cock disappear into your mouth, your teary eyes making his cock twitch in your mouth. “You look so damn gorgeous, fuck!”

You moan your response at the same time Kageyama responds, “Look at you, such a fucking slut, not being able to wait until we get home.”

Hinata scoffs at that, "You say that like its a bad thing when we all know it isn’t.”

Hinata taps under your chin, as you look up you see him wink and grin, you know exactly what he wants. Moaning around his cock, you tighten your always around Kageyama’s cock making it nearly impossible for him to pull out. You can hear him groan and pant behind you, “what the fuck?”

Hinata grins at him, he makes you deepthroat him so that he’s able to grip the others chin, making him look into his eyes, “YN might be a slut, but she’s so good and obedient, taking both of our cocks like a good girl,” he pets your hair when he feels you choke and gag a bit, “but you’re being a bitch to her, and bitches don’t get treats,” he pulls Kageyama’s face closer and pecks his lips, “- so you stay right there until you’ve realized your mistake.”

As he lets him go, Hinata slowly thrusts into your mouth as to not push you back onto Kageyama’s cock. You relax, easing his cock from your grip and let him cockwarm until Hinata says so.

It has always amazed you how good Hinata is not only at edging his partners, but himself as well you muse as he pulls completely out of your mouth. His tip an angry red, throbbing, “Open that beautiful and talented mouth, my slutty baby.”

How can you say no? He slides himself in, your tongue running against the thick vein just the way he likes it. The deep groan that leaves his mouth resonates like an echo, it makes you groan and clench which makes Kageyama groan as well.

Hinata chuckles at this, “The whole point of this is to punish him, baby. Come on, try for me, yeah?”

Relaxing while watching Hinata fuck himself in your mouth and feeling Kageyama’s cock pulse inside of you proved to be more difficult than you thought. Every time Hinata thrusted, every time your tongue swept just right, every time Kageyama panted from waiting, watching desperately it pushed all of you closer to the edge.

“It seems I have two babies today, huh?” Hinata chuckles and caresses yours and Kageyama’s cheeks, “That’s fine, I guess I can let you off this time, baby boy.”

That’s all that needs to be said, they pick up the speed to a point where support is needed. Kageyama holds your waist, Hinata holds your shoulders and they both fuck you with no care whatsoever.

You feel your climax right there and with a sharp thrust, you cum all over Kageyama. “Fuuuuck yes!” Kageyama whispers, digging his nails on your waist, his pace unrelenting. Overstimulated and unable to scream or move, your hands reach out and dig into Hinata’s thighs, hoping this would give him a hint.

It didn’t.

“Ah- shit, ‘m cumming!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

They both cum at the same time, the abrupt feeling of being filled and them riding out their orgasm causes a slight heat in your belly, soon enough you reach your peak again, your vision turning white and toes curling, happy to know they are still sort of carrying you. “Hah-”

“Did she come again?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Aww, how precious.”

They both slip out of you and help clean up. That’s when you notice the mess. Cum, saliva and slick are all over the floor, everyone's shoes and sadly, on Kageyama’s pants.

“We did not think this through, did we?”

#hinata ahoyo x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #the manager♥#hinata x reader x kageyama #hinata shoyo #kageyama smut #hinata smut #kageyama tobio #kagehina smut #kagehina #a!pandorabox

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gayfrenchtoast · 3 years

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Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

#decendants #decendants 3 #mal #carlos de vil #jay #harry hook #uma

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jjmaybnks · 4 years

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games- jj maybank

warning: smut, weed, unprotected sex, cursing

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idek if this is any good, i’ve never written smut before so i hope this is okay. also thank you so much for @spilledtee for giving me inspiration!!

the way he was looking at you was enough to send chills down your spine. his hungry lust eyes trailing up and down your body, like a predator that had not been fed. he kept the conversation to a minimum, passing you the blunt once in a while in a drugged haze, you knew you were giving him the same looks. it was a battle that both of you played, who’d break first and god, you didn’t want to lose.

he knew what he was doing, the lingering touches, on your thighs, on your hips. how he never broke eye contact with you, his smirk not leaving his face. he wanted to break you, he enjoyed the thrill of it, having you whimpering and begging for him. it made him feel almost god-like, having his girl beg for him to please her. make her feel good how only he knew how.

“how are you feelin’ baby,” jj asked his grin permanently etched on his face. he knew exactly how you were feeling. he could see you clenching your thighs together, gritting your teeth together as you tried your hardest to resist the temptation of moving to sit on his lap and grind on his thigh. he knew he was breaking you and he adored the site.

"i’m fine babe, pass me the blunt” you almost whined, voice cracking as you tried to recover your composure, clenching your thighs as you tried to stop the heat that was building rapidly in the bottom of your stomach. the sweet slick started pooling at the bottom of your panties but were you going to let jj help? no, you were too stubborn for that. he wasn’t stupid though. he saw the little movements of your body, how your thighs were clenched, how your fists were gripping the covers of your bedsheets, how your eyes closed and how you exhaled a breath when he leaned closer.

it was almost painful how much jj needed you. his bulge felt unbearable against his swimming shorts. god how much he wanted your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. that’s all he could think about, your perfect lips wrapped around his shaft as he fucked your throat, his large hands grasping your hair so it didn’t get in the way. without realising, he let out a quiet moan that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

smirking, you started stretching, revealing the bare skin of your torso, where he desperately ached to touch. you started leaving small lingering touches on his bare chest, smiling innocently as he closed his eyes basking in the small amount of pleasure you were giving him. you left even more touches, leaning forward slightly so you could leave open-mouthed kisses along his abdomen, sucking slightly, leaving marks all over him. you loved the effect that you had on him, hearing the small noises that were coming out of his mouth that he desperately tried to hide, but you heard every single one and that gave you the confidence to start trailing your hand down to the base of his swimming shorts, playing with the waistband.

“stop teasing or i’m going to fuck the life out of you” jj stated angrily, his hooded eyes gazing at you, his blue orbs filled with lust.

you knew you’d won, the prominent tent stood proudly against his shorts, begging for attention. “maybe that’s what i want..daddy” you whispered seductively, looking into his almost black eyes and smiling innocently. his whole demeanour changed, he flipped you over effortlessly placing his rough hands around your throat, gently squeezing, whilst he looks straight into your (y/e/c) eyes, never breaking contact. “is that what you want baby? daddy to make you feel good?” he muttered, his other hand gently caressing your face “too bad baby, tonight you’re making me feel good, brats don’t get rewarded”

“yes, daddy” you spoke quietly, knowing that you’d be in for a long night of pleasure.

“now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock angel” he almost whispered, switching positions so he was lying on his back, giving you easy access to his cock, that was begging for you to touch. you pulled down his shorts and let it spring free. you started slowly, palming him, hearing his grunts of pleasure gave you the confidence to speed up your movements, and slowly sucking his angry red tip. jj hissed at the intense pleasure that filled his veins.

“more angel, be a good girl” jj whispered twirling your hair around his finger, looking you in the eyes as he bit his lip harshly. you complied, spitting on his thick length before taking him in your mouth, taking in as much as you could. that wasn’t enough for jj, he needed more. gripping your hair tightly he holds your face against his cock as he fucked your throat with so much force, causing you to gag as he hit the back of your throat, tears pricking the corner of your eyes and gagging around him as he restricted your breathing. it was a sight for him, seeing your pretty face with tears running down your face and saliva dripping down your chin, it gave you an almost angelic glow. oh, how he loved this particular sight. he kept fucking your throat, letting out animalistic growls of pleasure as you made him feel good with only your mouth. you started fondling with his balls, he let out a deep moan as he started slowing his pace down. “keep doing that angel and i’ll cum down right now, fuck, and i have other places in mind where i want to cum” jj mumbled, face screwing shut as you continued your actions.

it wasn’t long until he flipped you over so he was hovering over you. he gave you a slow gentle kiss, his tongue asking for entrance that you didn’t hesitate to give him. your tongues battled for dominance as his hands slowly moved down your body, his fingers finding your chest, his hands going under your bikini top, playing with your erect nipples. a sigh left your lips that he perfectly caught in his mouth, you felt your bikini pants dampen as he continued to flick them perfectly with his fingers. his lips started trailing down your jaw and down to your neck, he started sucking lightly, causing you to moan as he found your sweet spot, whilst his fingers continued to trail down your body until he reached the waistband of your bikini panties. his tongue began lightly licking the mark he just made, causing even more whimpers to spill from your lips. his teasing would be the death of you, how you just wanted him to fuck you right now, let all his frustrations out on you, but he wasn’t going to. not yet at least.

his hands slipped into your bikini bottoms, his fingers lightly grazing your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips bucked upwards from the shock of pleasure he had given you. his smirk never left his face, he had you right where he wanted you.

“you like that, princess?” jj asked rhetorically, he knew you loved it, the sounds you made and all he has done was graze your clit with his fingers. taking it further he started spreading your folds with his fingers, collecting your wetness before he pulled his fingers away and sucked them clean. the sight was enough to cause another pool to form in your panties. “yes, daddy. fuck please. more” you moaned, your words coming out incoherently as you desperately waited for him to touch you again. your hips bucked in need as he hovered over you, enjoying the sight in front of him. deciding you continue his actions, he moved his hands under your panties again, he resumed his earlier acts of rubbing your clit with his two fingers. you moaned in pleasure and content, he knew exactly what to do, the correct speed to go to get you to submit under him, how to make you moan and whimper and beg for him. he sped up, his fingers moving like a figure 8, you were close, you could feel your orgasm building, your toes started to curl and then he stopped, leaving you a complete mess.

“sorry baby, can’t have you cumming just yet” he replied smugly before he attached his lips to your neck, sucking another mark on your delicate skin, his fingers hovering over your aching core. he pulled away and lifted your hips whilst he slid your bikini bottoms down and threw them somewhere behind him before his fingers returned to your clit and he started rubbing again. but this time he went even further, his fingers teasing your hole before he slowly inserted his index and middle finger inside of you. he moved them at a gentle pace watching you in your pleasure induced state. he started speeding up, the metal from his ring cladded fingers feeling like a sting to your burning heat. he added another finger, his long slender fingers stretching you perfectly, his rings adding to the pleasure you were feeling. god, how you loved his fingers. he slid his fingers out of you and he lowered his head to your entrance, licking your clit slowly causing you to buck your hips involuntary into his face.

“oh fuck, fuck. fuuuuck” you mewled as his tongue continued to work wonders on your sweet bundle of nerves, your dainty hands clutch onto his blonde shaggy hair that was clinging to his forehead due to the sweat that had accumulated on his body. you couldn’t help but pull at his hair, he loved it, it gave him the motivation to go faster, to make his girl feel good. to make you cum. without lifting his head from your sensitive heat, he plunged two fingers into your dripping entrance, moving them at a vigorous pace. loud gasps and moans of pleasure spilled from your lips as the heat in your stomach seemed to intensify. he added his third finger, scissoring them whilst his tongue continued to suck and lick on your clit. you felt like you were flying, the intense pleasure coursing through your veins causing you to lose all sense of surroundings as he continued to assault your throbbing core. your orgasm was fast approaching and you couldn’t hold it anymore, releasing all of your sweet juices onto jj’s face. your hips grinding onto his beautiful face after you rode the wave of your orgasm. gasping as he still kitten licked your sensitive nub.

“mm baby, you taste good” jj smirked, crawling up from between your thighs, kissing your lips softly, you could taste yourself on his lips and you kissed him harder, savouring this moment. he couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed to be inside you. he tore off his ripped vest top and threw it somewhere on the bed, eager to get his hands back on you. he thrust in without any warning and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as you let out screams of pure ecstasy. the only sounds that filled the air were yours and jj’s moans and skin slapping skin. both of your bodies glisten with sweat as the even sun gave you both an orange glow. his pace got faster and faster until the only thing you could do was gasp as your vision got hazy. his thumb found your clit and he started rubbing mercilessly causing your body to shake under his. your orgasm was fast approaching, your eyes screwing shut at the intense feeling that was washing over your body. your legs tightened around his waist as your hands trailed down his back, leaving marks as you repetitively dug into his back with your fingernails. your orgasm came crashing down as your pussy convulsed around jj’s cock, your toes cramping and your moans coming out as breathless whimpers, tears started to pool in your eyes as jj continued to fuck you.

“jj i can’t i’m too sensitive” you murmured out, too weak from your last orgasm to speak coherently, the pleasure still cascading down your body. “you’ve got one more in you baby, i know it” jj purred in your ear adjusting your legs so they were resting on his shoulders. he started slowly, moving at a gentle pace whilst you readjusted to his length, small gasps leaving your mouth as he hit your g-spot. he slowly sped up, his thick cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing strings of curses and moans to leave your lips. your hips bucked to meet jj’s thrust, his loud moans filling the room as he moved his hand to choke you, squeezing with the right amount of pressure to make your breathing laboured. god, this was a site to him, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your moans sounded so heavenly, the sweat that covered your body giving you a radiant glow, your tits bouncing up and down at the same pace as his thrusts and the slick that coated your thighs and his cock. he thought you were a goddess, that is what you were to him.

“fuck baby, you’re such a good girl. fuck” jj panted out in complete pleasure, his face screwed shut as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. he gripped your throat tighter as you choked out a sob at your fast approaching orgasm.

“hold it, baby, don't cum yet” he groaned in your ear, pulling out of your soaked cunt so he could change positions. flipping you over so you were on your hands and knees, he got behind you and thrust into you causing you to fall forward. you couldn’t hold yourself up and fell into your soft duvet, your ass slapping at the speed jj was going, your moans along with the sound of your ass were enough to bring jj closer to his orgasm. “that’s it baby, fuck right there” he moaned out, you knew he was close, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. he gripped your hair and pulled you up against his chest and he continued to thrust in and out, his lips met your neck as he left small kisses before moving your head to the side and kissing you passionately. his lips left yours as his moans got louder and his hands returned to your hips.

“cum for me baby” he almost shouted as he released his cum inside of you the same time you cummed on his cock, your fluids dripping down your thighs as jj thrust his cum further into you, riding out both of your orgasms. your moans seem to come toa gentle whimper as he pulled out of your folds, your breathing seemed to be erratic as you fell on your bed, cum dripping out of your used hole.

“well that was eventful” you laughed out quietly as jj agreed with you letting out a small laugh as well. he got up and went to retrieve his top that had been carelessly thrown over your dressing table in the heat of the moment. he came back over and cleaned your thighs gently, making sure all the cum was removed before throwing it back to its spot on the floor. he gave you a small kiss on the lips before he pulled you closer to him so your head was rested on his chest before you both fell into a deep slumber.

“i love you jj”

“i love you, angel”

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reverieisitspleasure · 3 years

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Order Up - Agnes joins the Black Dragon Clan

“Listen mate,” Kano said, pulling open the door to the diner with Erron close behind, “this place has a new cook now. I swear it’s a million times better than before.”

Erron eyed Kano cautiously. “Said I would join you cause you had someone new to add to the group, not to eat.” He absentmindedly rubbed his abdomen.

Kano motioned for the cowboy to take a seat in the nearest booth. “Trust me,” he said with a toothy grin, “you won’t get the shits this time.”

Erron scoffed at the Aussie. “Trust you? I’d trust an 8-foot-tall rattlesnake that hasn’t eaten in weeks before I trust you.”

“Well, that’s just fucking hurtful.” Kano replied as he grabbed the menus from behind the condiments. “Hmmm, had the burger last time, let’s see if this new girly can make a man a steak.”

“What girly?” Erron asked, cocking his eyebrow at the mercenary.

As if on cue, the doors to the kitchen swung open. A small middle-aged woman appeared, with long salt and pepper colored hair evenly parted and braided on each side of her head. She wore a scowl as she walked out, which emphasized her crow’s feet more. Her steel blue eyes roamed the dining area as she walked behind the counter. She glanced over at Kano and Erron and scoffed at the sight of the cowboy. Shaking her head and laughing to herself as she began to fill a large styrofoam cup.

“Agnes?!?” A shrill voice filled the small dining area. “What are you doing? We have customers?”

“Getting a drink,” the short woman replied with a shrug, “obviously Michael.” The disdain she carried for the man was evident in the way she pronounced his name.

“There is water in the back.” He responded, irritated.

“I wanted caffeine.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“We. Have. Customers.”

“And?”

“Agnes.” He sounded tired and annoyed.

“Fucking Christ. I am thirsty, so I am getting a fucking drink. Calm your tits, Michael.” She rolled her eyes over her cup as she began to drink from it.

“AGNES!! LANGUAGE!! How many times must I explain to you that kind of language is unacceptable out here.” He gestured to the dining area.

Agnes stared hard at the man. She downed her whole drink and then began to fill it again, never taking her eyes off him.

“Just get back in there, you have orders to fill.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed.

“Sir, yes sir.” She replied in a mocking tone.

Kano stared at her as she disappeared back into the kitchen, a small predatory grin began to form on his lips.

Erron glared at kano. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack mate.” He motioned for a nearby waitress. A young, painfully timid, 20-something waitress scurried over to the pair’s booth. Kano smiled at her as she pulled her pen and pad from the pockets of her worn and dirty apron.

“Well, hello there, sweetheart.” His eyes darkened as he looked her up and down, licking his lips. The girl giggled nervously, pushing a strand of unkempt hair behind her ear. Her eyes darted back and forth between the pair, nodding quickly as she wrote down their orders. Erron sighed, reluctantly ordering something at Kanos’ insistence.

“If I get sick again…” he warned Kano.

“Eh, you’ll be fine Roy Rogers.” Kano replied as he watched the waitress disappear behind the kitchen doors.

“She’s too young for you.” Erron stated coldly.

Kano scoffed, ignoring the cowboy. “I already told ya. Foods better now that sweet little chick’s cooking.”

Just as the young waitress exited the kitchen a loud, long, ringing noise like metal clanging against another object resonated throughout the small diner. Followed by an angry female voice screaming, “FUCKING COCK!! PIECE OF SHIT PAN!! FUUUUCK YOUUUU!!!” Michael flew into the kitchen, his voice drowned out by Agnes’ string of curse words.

“Sweet?” Erron almost laughed. “Ain’t nothing sweet about that one.”

Kano filled the next twenty minutes with nonsensical chatter and Black Dragon gossip. Erron, as usual, paid him no attention. His eyes surveyed the room, watching the other diners as they ate, gathering their reactions to the food. The same waitress brought the pair their order. She barely placed Kanos plate on the table before he attacked his steak, tearing off an enormous piece and shoving it into his mouth. He moaned out loud, grabbing the attention of a few other customers nearby. “Fucking hell, that’s good.”

Erron stared at his plate. Unpleasant memories of sitting, sweating heavily on a toilet; moaning a slew of obscenities and promises of pure, sweet vengeance flooded his mind. He observed Kano intently as he shoveled bite after bite into his mouth, looking for any sign of sickness or distress.

“Just eat your fucking food.” Kano said between bites. “Stop being such a big baby.”

Erron cut a small piece of steak. He sighed and forced the fork up to his mouth. Kano rolled his eyes as Erron meekly took a bite and warily chewed his food.

“Fucking hell.” Kano muttered under his breath as he watched the cowboy eat painfully slow.

Not long after the mercenaries finished eating, a lone man walked into the diner. Tall and daunting, an unnerving presence emanated from the man. Michael looked up from behind the register, his fake beaming smile dissolving into a grimace. He immediately turned to walk into the kitchen, but Agnes was standing in the doorway glaring at the new patron.

“Agnes, back in the kitchen.” He squeaked at her. Agnes ignored Michael and continued to seethe at the man.

“AGNES.”

She slowly turned her head to face Michael, then narrowed her eyes at him as she walked back into the kitchen. Michael slithered over to the same young waitress that served Kano and Erron earlier. The girl’s eyes went wide, and she began shaking her head, no, frantically. The unsettling man sat; beady, malice-filled eyes followed the young waitress’s every move. Michael ordered her over to his table. The loner’s sinister smile widened as he stared at the poor girl; her head down, staring at the floor, body visibly shaking, as she pleaded with her manager to no avail. Michael turned his back and walked away, refusing to look at her.

“Looks like things are about to get interesting in here.” Kano mused.

Erron turned in the booth to face the unfolding scene. The waitress slowly crept over to the table standing as far away from the man as possible, but close enough to take his order. Feigning insult at the gap between them, the man lunged at the waitress, grabbing her arm, and pulling her in closer. She yelped loudly, then cried out harder as he twisted her arm to an uncomfortable angle, laughing in her face. Every person in the diner gawked at the man and the waitress. Some jumped up, others yelled, but not a single person moved to intervene. With everyone fixated on the young waitress and her assailant no one noticed Agnes exiting the kitchen carrying a large cheese grater. She calmly walked up to the man and swung her arm back then forward, hitting the man in the face with the grater, with as much force as she could muster. Chunks of flesh and blood flew as the man wailed. He crumpled to the floor, holding the side of his face, and screaming. Every other patron froze, except for Kano, who laughed maniacally.

Agnes walked up to Michael, who was standing in front of the register again. She threw the cheese grater on the counter and sighed. “I’m fired now, ain’t I?” she plainly asked.

Michael slowly pulled his eyes off the shrieking man to look at her. “Yes Agnes, please go collect your things.” He said quietly.

“Whatever.” Was all she replied.

Erron was on his feet, hand resting on the butt of his revolver. He watched Agnes disappear into the kitchen. "I get it now.” He chuckled lightly.

“Get what?” Kano slyly smiled at Erron.

“Oh, I get why you picked her.” Erron then gestured to the man crying on the floor. “By the way, you know that creep?”

Kano huffed. “Why the fuck would I know him?” Kano asked, insulted.

Erron mumbled over his shoulder as he walked toward the exit. “Never know with you.”

The two positioned themselves by the door. Agnes stomped out of the kitchen and eyed every single person in the diner. “Bunch of bitches in here.” She scoffed. “Grown ass men letting a little girl get manhandled and you all just stand there. Fucking cowards. Especially you Michael, you are the absolute fucking worst of them all, just so you know.”

She walked over to the blubbering man; her small frame towered over him. “That’s what happens when you fuck with the people in my kitchen, bitch.”

She turned around. Kano was standing in front of the door smiling at her. “Hello sunshine. How’d ya like a job?”

#Mortal Kombat #mk oc #mk agnes reed #kano #erron black #black dragon #black dragon cook

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delicioussshame · 3 years

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I remembered this fic only a few days ago. Sorry. Have the second part.

At least he wrote to Luo Binghe before his little stunt.

He hangs onto this small bright spot like a lifeline as he stares at his phone, back in his apartment. Once his disciple has read the message Shen Yuan sent, he’ll understand that his shizun was just pretending to be a bitch. He’ll probably find it in his heart to forgive the humiliation, especially since Shen Yuan will be suffering from it way more than Tianlang-Jun’s fucking son ever will.

If his parents found out he befriended one of China’s richest moguls’ heir, they might ease up on the forced partying, but alas. He won’t tell them. That would ruin his whole schtick.

Never mind that! How the hell is Luo Binghe’s Tianlang-Jun’s son! That was very much not included in the backstory he was given by him! Single mother, poor upbringing, tiny village! Not uber-rich daddy just waiting for him to join him in the big city, woo just as rich women and inherit his endless conglomerate! Tianlang-Jun wasn’t even known to have children! Or a wife! Luo Binghe kept him in the dark! Or he outright lied to him!

Okay, so maybe Shen Yuan did not tell Luo Binghe he also was a scion of the rich and famous of Beijing. They had shared precious little about their personal lives. There had been too many novels to discuss. Luo Binghe must surely have been just as surprised as Shen Yuan himself.

Shen Yuan holds his phone, typing and deleting another message to Luo Binghe. He doesn’t know how to apologise for the frankly abysmal way he’d treated him.

Just as he’s deleting another string of characters, his phone beeps. Shizun remembers our date tomorrow, right?

…So Luo Binghe isn’t angry, right? He’s not, right? He wouldn’t call it a date if he only wanted to break Shen Yuan’s face with his mighty fists, would he?

(Okay, he’s not sure why Luo Binghe is calling it a date anyway, but whatever.)

I do.

Good! I can’t wait to see him!

…Maybe Binghe has an identical twin brother. That would explain everything.

It makes at least as much sense as Luo Binghe being a pure white lotus and a fan of online literature, while also being a rich playboy standing to inherit one of the country’s biggest conglomerates.

…He’ll find out soon enough. See you tomorrow then.

Just to be on the safe side, he’ll stop by a nice bakery before they meet.

_________________

It is possible it’s the fifth time Shen Yuan checks his watch.

It is also possible his nerves got the better of him and made him arrive forty-five minutes early. Sue him.

“Shizun!”

If their relationship is going to continue, he needs to put a stop to this appellation. It’s terrible for both their image.

Shen Yuan turns toward the call, and almost flinches away from the force of his disciple’s radiance. There’s no way this Binghe, cheeks flushed from having rushed over and wide smile on his face, is anything like the lady-killer Shen Yuan crossed the other day.

Identical twins. Shen Yuan is calling it.

“Shizun must forgive me for the other night! If I had known he would be there, I would have warned him!”

For fuck’s sake what the hell is happening. “Binghe doesn’t need to apologise! If anything, I was the one whose conduct was horrid. I should be the one apologising!” He shoves the pretty pastel paper bag in Binghe’s chest “Here, pastries! You like those, right? Take it as a gesture of good will and repentance. And everything we do today is on me.” Not that Luo Binghe needs his money. If anything, he’s probably richer than Shen Yuan’s whole family combined.

Binghe peeks into the bag and thanks him before setting it aside, obviously uninterested for now. “From what I gathered, I suspect we were using similar strategies, since what I’ve heard about you cannot possibly be true. There must be more to this.”

Shen Yuan can imagine what the people he has systematically alienated for years must have told him, and feel dread pooling in his stomach. “What did they say.”

Luo Binghe waves it away. “Nothing important. I don’t believe a word of it. I know Shizun better than they ever will, I’m sure of it.”

Well, okay. Shen Yuan will definitely take it. “How about you, then? Binghe was…” terrifyingly seductive, “another person yesterday.”

“My father’s idea. He said that if I were to integrate his world, it was his duty as a father to make sure I’m not eaten alive. I took acting lessons.”

Acting lessons! Seriously? “And have you considered making that your profession?” Because with that persona, Luo Binghe would become China’s number one heartthrob seconds following his first apparition on a small, or big, screen.

“I’m going to take it as a compliment, especially from you. Your performance was quite notable. It gave me chills.”

Yeah, chills born out of awkwardness. “I’m nothing compared to him. Just to be certain: Binghe pretends to be a smooth socialite to fit in, right?”

Luo Binghe nods.

“How do you stand it? I could never manage to pretend that I appreciate Xiao Gongzhu or Sha Hualing. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that their diet is mainly composed of human flesh, with a preference for young men.”

“Surely Shizun is exaggerating? They were nothing but nice to me.”

“With your looks and your status, of course they were.”

“If that was what they were after, wouldn’t they get along with Shizun just fine? He’s also got both those things.”

Shen Yuan tries not to let his befuddlement appears on his face. “I have status, but not anywhere near as high as yours? That’s all that matters to those girls. If he tried to prepare you, your father must have warned you about people like them.” He’s not even going to abase himself by addressing the looks issue. They both have eyes. Only one of them looks like he could grace the cover of Vogue China, and it sure isn’t Shen Yuan.

“He did warn me of enterprising women in general, before going on a tangent about enterprising women who are too independent to agree to marriage and instead run away to give birth in lost villages without informing their partner, which I have gathered must be about my birth mother. It’s nothing I couldn’t have thought of myself. Anyway, Shizun shouldn’t worry. I have no plans to choose either of them as a partner.”

Shen Yuan lets out a relieved sigh. “Good. Binghe deserves better. He should look for someone he cares for to share his life with.” It’s not like he’ll need their money.

“That’s what I’m doing.”

Already? He didn’t even start class yet. “Good for you. I’m wishing you luck.”

“Thank you, but I will make my own luck.” With a lack of shame Shen Yuan can only envy, Luo Binghe grabs his hand and drags him toward the nearby street. “Let’s go! There is so much to see here! We can’t afford to waste time!”

Shen Yuan smiles, charmed by Luo Binghe’s childish enthusiasm. “Let’s.”

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Shen Yuan returns to his apartment with a peace of mind only one who has buried his terrible mistake down deep in the ground can attain. He explained to Luo Binghe why he acts as he acts, and Luo Binghe accepted it. Luo Binghe explained to him the same, and it made sense to Shen Yuan. They had spent the whole day wandering around the city, eating delicious food and visiting anything that attracted Luo Binghe’s varied interests.

Had Shen Yuan expected to spend an hour comparing cooking utensils? Why, no, he hadn’t. Was it boring? Miraculously, no. Was it worth it, considering he ended up getting invited over to dinner? If the pastries Luo Binghe had made him before were an indication of his general abilities in the kitchen, Shen Yuan would have easily spent three more hours in that shop, listening to Binghe rave about the selection he could have never gotten in his tiny village that was apparently so remote that even ordering online wasn’t always possible, for such an invite.

Reality, sadly, is eager to unbury the mistake he had just set aside.

It does so via an email bearing his mother’s address, reminding him that his presence to Qin Wanyue’s birthday party was very much expected.

Shen Yuan is going to have to prepare his most cutting insults and, fuck, have to double down on ruining Luo Binghe’s reputation, isn’t he? He can’t admit his error. It would leave him open to attacks. He can only act even worse, treating Luo Binghe as if the revelation of his true parentage did not improve his status in Shen Yuan’s eyes.

Fuuuuck. How is he going to manage being meaner than he previously was to such a gentle soul? If Binghe looked hurt for even a second, Shen Yuan’s years of masquerade would burn down in an instant as he exploded in apologies.

He needs a plan.

“Shizun?”

“Binghe! Sorry to bother you so soon after I left, but do you have a minute? It’s important.”

“Shizun could never be a bother. What is he calling about?”

“Are you invited to Qin Wanyue’s party?”

“Yes. So is Shizun? It’s good that we’ll see each other again so soon!”

“No it’s not! I can’t be nice to you! I’m sorry, but you’ll thank me later. I just wanted Binghe to know that I don’t mean anything I tell him. He can’t take it to heart, okay? That’s just something that needs to be done.

“About that, I had an idea. It’ll be fun!”

Shen Yuan blinks. How could anything related to polite society be fun? He’s convinced that if fun and formal parties ever happened in the same space, a singularity would form and swallow the place whole.

And nothing of value would be lost. “What is Binghe’s idea?”

“We’re both acting, aren’t we? How about we flesh out our characters…”

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Face impassive but heart beating so fast it’s about to jump out of his chest, Shen Yuan steps into the perfectly arranged garden party.

Whispers instantly rise. Smothered but mocking laughter can be heard. Eyes rove over him, anticipating the explosion they feel coming.

Luckily for them, they’re about to get their money’s worth.

Shen Yuan, as is his habitude, settles down somewhere unoccupied and pulls out his phone, trying to forget Binghe’s impending arrival within the pages of a terrible novel he usually loves to rage at. Very good source of inspiration for his current demeanor.

“Oh, it’s you. You dared to show your face here. I can’t believe your gall.”

Shen Yuan doesn’t look up. Xiao Gongzhu doesn’t deserve his attention.

Until she tries to slap him. “So arrogant! I’ll teach you your place!”

Her hand is caught by Luo Binghe, his long fingers curling around her wrist in a way that looks more caress than impediment. “A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t waste your time on the likes of him.”

Shen Yuan lifts his eyes from his phone and gives Luo Binghe his most disdainful glare. “I’d ask you to keep your pet on its leash, but if anyone here is a beast, it must be you, bastard.”

The silence around them is complete.

Tianlang-Jun had never been married. He wasn’t even known to maintain a mistress or two.

The family resemblance wasn’t striking, but present enough that Luo Binghe being an adopted child was unlikely.

Ergo, Luo Binghe is an illegitimate child, probably only brought into the family when the existence of legitimate heirs became unlikely. What a scandal, really.

No one had dared bring this up yet, but if anything would, it would be that asshole Shen Yuan, wouldn’t it?

Luo Binghe’s eyes focus on him, righteous anger on his face. “At least someone wants me. From what I understand, it’s never been your case, was it?”

Shen Yuan shoves his phone in his pocket with a swift gesture conveying fury. “Who would want someone here to want there? Each one more worthless than the other. You’ve really found your place, haven’t you?”

“If this world is so unpleasant to you, how about you leave and never come back? I assure you no one would miss you.” Luo Binghe turns toward the captivated audience. “Would you?”

Again, muffled laughter and cruel eyes, but few open responses. Too dangerous, really. Even if it didn’t compare to Tianlang-Jun’s empire, the Shen family was far from powerless.

Luo Binghe continues as if nothing had happened. “No one to defend you, I see. You didn’t give me a chance to demonstrate it, but I’m usually a kind man. If you had been able to control your nature for a few minutes, we might have become close, you and I. You’ve got so much more experience navigating these troubled seas. I would have welcomed the lessons.” Luo Binghe shakes his head in exaggerated sorrow. “Alas, it wasn’t to be. You have chosen otherwise, so by all means, let’s travel the road you’ve picked, shall we? For all that you’ve called me beast, you’re the raging dog chained to a post, unable to join in no matter how much he rages.” Luo Binghe waves at the air invitingly.” Go on, rage uselessly. It certainly is of no concern to me.”

“Can a head as empty as yours even be concerned with anything? Nothing you’ve said have proved otherwise. As for that taunt you tried to wield against me, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. I have no interest in responding to you in any way. In fact,” Shen Yuan pulls his phone out of his pocket and goes back to his book, “you’re already wasted too much of my time. Go have fun with your equals. I’m sure they’ll soothe your fragile ego, in-between throwing daggers at your back.”

Shen Yuan stubbornly refuses to react to Luo Binghe’s sightly disbelieving laughter, or to the insults thrown to his face by others. He just lets Luo Binghe shake his head again, as if appalled, and guide his cronies away from Shen Yuan, leaving him in blessed peace.

Just as planned.

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And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how one of Beijing’s elite most infamous rivalry was born.

As far as said elite knew.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #the AU where SY and LBH are both online friends and fellow socialites #I hope to finish this in one or two other parts #because I cannot let this one drag on #LBH pov next maybe

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ticklikeabomb · 4 years

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One-shot : Baila Baila Baila

Pairing : Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz x Plus Size FemReader

Warnings : Language, Slight Angst, Fluff

Word Count : 2.4k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

Saying that you were close to explode was a euphemism. You were currently on the phone with the manager of the clothing store you ordered the dress of your dreams for the dance competition that is supposed to take place in less than a week, who was calmly informing you that the delivery wouldn’t make it on time.

“Let me get this one more time. You are telling me that the dress that I ordered, that was supposed be here a week ago is not gonna make it on time and you only tell me this now?! Is this a joke? Because if it is, it’s a horrible one”, you declared frustrated. “I’m really sorry Miss but the there was an incident with the delivery man and their truck caught on fire. The best we could do is lend you the yellow that you tried on.” You sighed, closing your eyes to keep your tears from spilling. “The yellow? The one that makes me look like a life-sized Tweety? Thank you but I’ll pass.” You breathed out heavily, “I’m sorry for my tone but this dress was for a really important event that I’ve been looking for a long time now.”

“I can tell Miss and we’re deeply sorry about it”, declared the manager on the other line. You exchanged for a few more seconds before hanging up and discharged your phone at the other end of the couch. Grabbing a pillow, you plastered it against your face and screamed. A momentarily sense of relieve filled your body and you stood up, grabbed your phone and car keys and made your way to the mall, at the research for another last-minute dress.

Two days before the contest

You arrived early at one of Santo Padre’s local gym and greeted the owner, a long-time friend of yours, who let you train in an isolated room with your dance partner. You made yourself at home, took off your jacket and started to stretch yourself on the floor, like you always did before the start of rehearsals. From the mirror, you saw Frank, your dance partner entering the room and greeted him with a smile. A smile that quickly evaporated once seeing his facial expression. “Hey, is everything ok?”, you asked concerned. “Hi Y/N, yeah I’m fine. Can we sit?”, he motions you but your body tenses. “I’d like to stay up if that’s ok”, you replied to which he nods. “Look Y/N, I know that what I’m gonna do is awful and I feel like an asshole but I can’t dance with you on the competition.” You felt your heart stop and beat frantically at the same time. “What? Why? Do you have an emergency or something?”

He scratches behind his head and says, “No but Tracy and I reconnected and she would like to try again and asked me to be her partner for the contest. You know, we’re professional dancers and this is a lifetime chance to get recruiters to notice us.” You couldn’t believe what was happening and looked at him, open mouth. “Y/N?”, he whispers. You scoff, finally coming back to your senses. “You must be fucking kidding me”, you exclaim, pacing around the room, your hands on your waist. You shook your head violently, not believing it: first the delivery incident, where your custom-made dress burned down like a marshmallow and now your so-called partner leaving you behind for someone else.

You grabbed your things and turned at him, “You know what Franck, you shouldn’t feel like you’re an asshole. You are an asshole!”, before leaving the room.

You spent the rest of day sulking at home, unable to stop crying. You felt awful and decided to pass by the Mayans clubhouse, not in the mood to stay at home. You weren’t really looking for conversations but you wanted animation surround you without taking part of it. You wanted to flee the isolation so badly that you didn’t even take time to eat something first. You arrived at the clubhouse and saw a party blasting inside. Taking advantage of the filled-up place, you sneaked over to the bar and managed to get EZ’s attention. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”, he smiled at you. “How are your teeth so white and perfect?”, you ask him. You knew how observant he was and how easily it would be for him to notice that something was off. Your remark made him smile wider, revealing his perfect dentition even more. You shook your head jokingly, mumbling “Shame” with fake outrage.

EZ’s laugh at your comment caught Coco’s attention and came across you drowning your second shot before taking a gulp of your beer. He immediately noticed that you weren’t ok. The way your shoulders were tense, the way your eyes lost its sparkle, how your wrinkles didn’t retract at the corner of your eyes from genuinely smiling were enough to alarm him. It wasn’t a secret, except for you, that Coco harbored a huge crush on you and got to know you like the palm of his hand. A crush that his friends would tease him about for not asking you out officially. He kept analyzing you before standing up and making his way to you.

You catch Coco’s sight weave out of the bodies in the room and make his way to where you were standing. He plasters himself next to you, his body leaning against the wall, tension float above you. You feel his eyes on your side and turn your head to him. “What?”, you ask him. “You tell me?” He sees your jaw clench and your eyes wetting. You turn your head back upfront, drinking your beer, trying to regain control of your emotions. His fingers grace your hand and the next thing you know is that he’s leading you outside the clubhouse for fresh air. He lets go of your hand and your heart compresses from the deprive of his warmness. He lights up a cigarette and waits until you’re ready to talk. You look around and notice Gilly and Angel’s nosy attention at you and Coco, looking elsewhere when your eyes land on them.

“I’m not doing the contest after all”, you finally break the silence. You didn’t need to look at him to know the frowning and confused expression on his features. “What do you mean you’re not doing the contest? Did they cancel the event?”, he replies. “Nope.”

“Then what?”, he asks. “Franck stood me up for Tracy, so I don’t have a dance partner which means that I can’t compete in it.” You hear him swear under his breath, exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. “What an asshole”, he comments. You chuckle weakly, “Exactly my last words to him.” He shakes his head disgusted. “It is what it is”, you tell him, the sadness painted on your face. “It’s not. You’ve train over a year for this. It can’t just end like this.” You squeezed Coco’s shoulder and shook your head in defeat, “It’s over Coco. I can’t dance alone. Maybe next year.” You turn around ready to leave when his words glue you to the spot. “I’ll dance with you!”

You turn around, furrowed brows, “What?” “I know the dance. I’ve assisted on most of your rehearsals with that douche”, he declared. He saw a spark light your eyes. “Are you for real?”, you ask him. “Let me be your dance partner”, he tries to say it the most nonchalant way possible but his voice flinches the slightest, knowing his words meant more than just be your dance partner. You can’t believe he would actually do this for you. You consider the fact that he did for whatever reason assisted on a large amount of your rehearsals, protesting it was Creeper, your best friend, that asked him to keep an eye on you.

You close the gap between each other and engulf him in your arms, “Thank you so much Coco. You have no idea how important this is for me.” He pats your hair and replies, “I do querida and I want to be part of that moment.” You thank him once more and you both plan on rehearsing the next day.

Later that night, Coco asked Bishop for the next three days to which the president agreed. Saying that the guys didn’t tease him even more was an understatement. “I can’t wait to see our little Coco here swaying his hips to the ritmo del amor”, joked Gilly. “Fuuuuck off”, his brother replied making the other men laugh out loud. “Let’s hope that will give him enough courage to finally ask Y/N out or I will”, commented Angel, smiling wickedly once seeing Coco’s angry gaze on him.

You and Coco spend the following two days practicing non-stop, going over the passages that he still had trouble with. You were stunned at how good he danced, loving discovering that unknown side of him. Your compliments boosted his pride and confidence, catching you by surprise and lifting your leg to his waist at a moment in the song. You squealed a little surprised at his gesture, your breath mixing with his, your faces inches apart. You cleared your throat before gulping. A smirk graces his face content with the effect he has on you. “Ehm wow, eh good. That was great, we should keep it in the routine”, you mumble while disengaging. You kept going on until the day of the contest.

You managed to find a dress that you changed to match with the routine. You were beyond stressed, your heart pumping faster than the Black Eyed Peas could say ‘Pump it’. You get a call which you answered without seeing the name on it. “Yo where are you?”, Coco asks. “I’m on the restroom trying to regain my calm.” As soon as you finish your sentence, he hangs up. You look at the phone and whisper ‘rude’. You were checking if you tied the straps of you heels correctly, when you felt a hand on your bare back.

Lifting up, Coco was standing in front of you. “Coco what are you doing here”, you tell him but he seems lost. You waved a hand in front of him, “Coco? You there?” Submerged by you in that dress, the aura emanating from you, he simply whispered “Wow.” A smile crept his way to your face. “You’re gorgeous”, he tells you more confidently, his eyes on yours. “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself”, you reply and adjust the collar of his shirt.

You both leave the restroom and make your way to the main hall, spotting the Mayans. You greet them and thank them for coming and support you. “Our pleasure”, the men chant. They then turned to Coco and nodded at his color matching suit. “Look at this Lady killer. You’re gonna still all of their hearts”, commented Tranq. “Nah just that one”, added Angel smugly. Coco leave his brothers behind, joining you at the side of the stage’s entrance.

You try to shake off your nervousness by gesticulating your fingers and deep breathing. “I feel like a glowing disco ball with so much highlighter on my face,” you reply making Coco laugh. “Nah Ma, you’re glowing because you’re a diamond.” You gasp, your heart beating harshly, not expecting hearing such a sweet comment from Coco and before you could reply, the host called your number to perform next. “Ready?”, he whispers in your ear. You take a deep breath and smile confidently while approving. “You?” He nods, his smile matching yours. He takes your hand and you both take the pose on the stage.

Your routine begins as soon as the first music notes of Ozuna’s Baila Baila Baila (Remix) with Daddy Yankee’s song are heard. The second the song plays and your eyes land on Coco, the stress and your environment evaporate. The only person counting for you being Coco and vice versa. Your hands circling around your bodies sensually, your steps in sync with the rhythm, your smiles illuminating the room. Everyone could see how much fun you were having. Your energy and the flawlessly executed routine echoed through the room, making the people cheering loudly.

When the song ended and you came back to reality, you and Coco hugged tightly, proud of your performance. Grabbing your hand, he led you to your family and your friends who congratulated you. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, revealing Franck and Tracy in front of you. “I just came by congratulating you. You made it to the contest after all”, exclaimed Franck. You felt Coco slide beside you. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without the best partner anyone could ask for”, you replied, your eyes locked on Coco.

“Beat it”, whispered Angel to Franck who got the clue.

The host called the contestants for the verdict. You and Coco didn’t win the prize but you didn’t care. “I’m sorry it wasn’t enough”, he tells you once outside, taking a smoke. “What? You kidding? It was an amazing experience and I’m really happy I could share it with you. Besides we nailed that dance. Not our fault that those old asses can’t see awesomeness in front of them”, you half-joked. You both laughed until a silence settled down between you. “Coco?”, you whisper. “Yeah?” “Would you like to go on a date with me?”, you free jumped head first, feeling a shiver cross your body. “Only if you go on one with me first”, he replies. Your smile makes his wide and your bodies automatically inch closer one to another. Reducing the gap between you, your lips meet shyly, then sensually, pouring the hidden love that you both shared in a kiss.

“Fucking finally”, you heard one of the Mayans behind you. Coco breaks the kiss, sighing heavily at his brothers’ shenanigans. You both turn to them, their smug faces on display and shake your heads. “I guess I don’t have a shot with Y/N now”, joked Angel to which you frowned. “Keep dreaming”, replied Coco before stealing your breath away in a deep kiss.

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mallowstep · 3 years

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I just thought about this

Do you think the Clan cats might ever have some form of PTSD from eather witnessing another cats death in any form like in battle or another disaster or even killing another cat themselves

I really do want to expand on this

okay matthew from the end of this post here it turns out i have a lot of thoughts and talked for like, almost 2k words about this. sorry. there's a tldr at the end.

hmmmmm

my official answer is, "sure, anything is possible, especially if you want to explore that."

my more rambly answer is...kind of.

we're just going to jump straight in with serious cat talk here, but cats? those mofos are killing machines. they are highly efficient hunters. kind of like people and creating things.

on the other hand, cats are also huge cowards who don't like to fight. hence cat and mouse: the cat doesn't want to go in for the kill unless they're sure they can execute it.

i like to think of them as a very krav maga idea: "we don't fight unless we absolutely have to, but once we go in, we go all in."

so...on one hand, "do cats experience ptsd from killing each other?" feels kind of like asking, "do humans experience ptsd from making things?", and yet, that's clearly extremely reductive.

it's also worth talking about what ptsd is. it's easy to think of ptsd as equivalent to trauma, but it's not.

trauma is, well, traumatic events, ptsd is one possible response. most people who experience trauma do not develop ptsd.

(there's also c-ptsd, but i'm getting to that.)

ptsd is, basically, an overactive adrenaline response, basically. it can look similar to depression and anxiety, but it's not the same. things like flashbacks and triggers are not exclusive to ptsd, or even any specific mental illness. it's normal to experience ptsd-like symptoms after a traumatic event. that's a traumatic response.

ptsd is, instead, the unhealthy extension of that, in time, and possibly severity.

before i go any farther, i just want to say, this is not to say you need to have ptsd to have trauma, that you can't have ptsd/trauma if XYZ, etc., so please, give me the benefit of the doubt here. it's always tricky to word these things in a way that is both clear about what i mean and not harming people.

mental illness is always a tricky subject. trying to fit a sum of many symptoms into boxes will never work, but i am going to lean on it as a tool to categorize and discuss experiences in a general sense.

i also want to mention c-ptsd, or "complex post-traumatic stress disorder." this is a debated diagnosis, in that where it fits into mental illness boxes is argued and it's yet to be included in the dsm, but for now, it's sufficient to think of it as ptsd's fraternal twin.

c-ptsd develops when trauma is prolonged, and there's little/no chance of escape. think kidnappings and child abuse.

it shares a lot of symptoms with ptsd, but it has its own unique cluster of symptoms, especially surrounding relationship issues.

right. we can rule that off for things cats typically experience from battle. but i still want to talk about it.

but ptsd is in reference to human reactions to trauma, which is fine! all warrior cats are at least a little anthropomorphised, or it wouldn't be fun to read about.

okay, before i lose the thread, circling back to my point, the conditions for ptsd are a prolonged response to a traumatic event. i, personally, don't think that your everyday warrior is going to experience this. some amount of battle is normal for cats, yeah?

but i do think ptsd/ptsd-like conditions are quite possible. i'm going to move into a discussion of various characters, now, and i'll put that under a read more.

okay, let's examine a few different cats, starting with mudfur.

why mudfur? because he chooses to be a medicine cat specifically because the battles of being a warrior are too much for him. does this mean he's experiencing ptsd? no, i don't think so. we never see any indication of him having flashbacks or hypervigilance. mind, i have

okay sorry you uh

i took a break to read mothwing's secret

see i've been putting it off bc i knew it was going to make me feel things and lord it did

phew

well i was going to talk about mothwing but first, back to mudfur

i can now confirm that we don't see any evidence of ptsd in him. trauma, maybe, but not ptsd.

which...checks.

next cat, ivypool.

but my ivypool, not canon ivypool, because i gave ivypool ptsd.

if you haven't read it, hedera helix is my canon compliant ivypool series, and you can get the Deets there, but i think "fair is the night" is the piece to focus on here. specifically,

The dark is the same, and the heat, and the way she slinks through the shadows, trying not to take notice. The way every pawstep is echoingly loud, and how she can't catch her breath or find her thoughts over the noise. All that's missing is.

Him.

Maybe Ivypool does still dream.

She hisses, her belt bristling, tail lashing, and raises her paw, claws extended.

what's going on here is that she mistakes tigerheart for hawkfrost.

yes, she has ptsd.

she also has c-ptsd in my writing, but i don't want to talk about this at the moment, because ivypool is complex, and i don't feel like bringing dovewing into this. but no, this is her having ptsd from her (dark forest) mentor trying to kill her. a cat she, at least on some level, trusted turning on her and attempting to kill her.

so for ivypool, it's the unexpected that traumatizes her.

which i think makes sense: cats don't generally expect to be attacked by those they trust. which leads me into...

character three: bluestar.

now, bluestar is complex because of the dementia, but i think it's pretty easy to say: tigerclaw (a cat she trusts) betrays her, she gets hypervigilant and stops trusting people.

i'm deliberately going short on this because i'm at almost a thousand words and uh,, i just want to talk about mothwing.

mothwing. my baby. my beloved. my beautiful.

fuuuuck okay so i should not have read mothwing's secret because this is going to turn into me writing mostly about that, but i actually knew 90% of what was contained in it through moonkitti videos + doing research for various mothwing related projects.

i think the only thing i learned was the moonkitti scene about bees is actually completely canonical, as written, and that it was possible for me to love mothwing more than i already do.

usually, i'd want to also talk about willowshine, but i'm going to keep my focus on mothwing. willow my love is going to come up, but i'm keeping my focus tight.

mothwing! onto my purpose: mothwing and c-ptsd and religious trauma.

she will get her own essay i have a document titled "mothwing and religious trauma" but with trope-bingo i've been writing the essays less, so bear with me.

anyway. i'm not waffling, i'm just trying to set up a good starting point so i don't ramble past the purpose. and i think...the scene with mudfur and mothwing near the end is what i'm honing in on. (spoilers, duh, but also, you don't need to have read it.)

so mudfur comes to mothwing after the battle, and she turns him away. he doesn't understand, but i do.

religion has been used against mothwing her entire life. her clan used it (inadvertently) to keep her from her purpose, hawkfrost used it to maintain his control over her, and mistystar used it to again keep her from her purpose and passion. (and yes, i have strong feelings about what this does to willowshine, but i'm trying to stay on-topic.)

and then, the first tangible proof she has of starclan is the dark forest. and her brother. attacking the nursery. and her.

and then mudfur has the audacity to say, "yeah sorry we don't know anything! but like why are you still rejecting us?"

(makes me want to rewrite the ending of "if you love me any, let me know it now" actually, i'm angry. not going to, but i want to.)

adfskjl mothwing is my new purpose for existing. i may actually consider changing my blog title from "in this house we lovewing dovewing" to something mothwing themed. i love her. expect a mothwing focus sometime soon-ish.

right, so, i don't think mothwing's perspective needs to be explained here. but...she is very self-aware of her position. she struggles with it. she doesn't want to talk to willowshine about her beliefs — she's grateful when willowpaw just accepts it and doesn't discuss it with her.

mothwing as a character has always been appealing to me. but. again, trying to keep focused, her brother is manipulative and cruel.

(i'm not saying abusive because i don't know if he really is. i'd want to do a proper analysis for that, not just ramble in a blank document for a while. he's toxic, but i try to reserve abusive for abusive characters. i think he is, but i don't know how i would defend that, ergo, i'm avoiding it for now.)

just. her whole life.

she spends a long time trusting others, looking to starclan for answer and salvation, and it keeps letting her down, and others keep using it against her, like a weapon. there's a lot to mothwing, but i'm really trying to stay on topic.

before i get to my closing arguments, some honorable mentions for characters i didn't talk about, but could have:

squirrelflight

feathertail, stormfur, and mistyfoot

dovewing

briarlight. okay she's such a good honorable mention i just have to explore this for a second, but the scene in bramblestar's storm where she's afraid of falling trees is good. i don't know, she seems fairly functional, but she's definitely not "over it."

anyone captured by twolegs.

tawnypelt

bramblestar. before you gasp, he too trained in the dark forest and was manipulated by hawkfrost and tigerstar.

probably a lot more.

so anyway, if you hung around for nearly 2k words to listen to me talk about cat trauma, here's my closing statement:

i think ptsd in clan cats is definitely going to be a thing, but i think, more often than not, it's not going to come from the battle. we looked at several examples where the incident happened during a battle, but i think it's the betrayal that's more shocking than the actual fighting.

i didn't address ptsd from cats killing each other, other than mudfur, and that's...frankly that's because i don't know. it is very hard for me to sympathize with those characters long enough to think critically about it.

like, i can write villain pov, but i don't think i can actually say, "what if XYZ feels bad for killing someone?" even if i was going to write about like, firestar killing scourge, i don't think i could.

not in this context, anyway.

similarly, i think a lot of what we'll see is trauma. cats are already extremely vigilant, and while it's possible to get hypervigilant cats, i'm not sure how often it's going to come out. cats are good at hiding physical pain, ipso facto, i imagine they're good at hiding emotional pain.

which isn't to say that they...you know what? you know what? if you want to come argue with me about human ptsd, you can do that on my main. but i'm talking about cats, and i say that they probably don't experience ptsd because they probably shove away a lot of the external symptoms, and that's mostly how we identify ptsd. this is not an end-all be-all, nor does it apply to people, but i don't know how to begin couching this, and i'm tired.

alright, well...

tl/dr: yes, trauma and maybe ptsd occur in clan cats, but i think it's more likely to be from betrayal than fighting.

dkjl this was a lot if u have follow up qs or just wanna discuss this my ask box is open! <3

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A War Against Your Personal Space — Jung Wooyoung

[prompt request] [1900 words] — spy!au, enemies to lovers, “Hold your fire!”/”Suck on that!”/”Shut up for a second, will you?”/”I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

[content notes] [fluff] — There’s firearms, cussing, respectively dramatic/knowing Seongsang, endearingly annoying Wooyoung, competition, red cheeks, a lowkey cliche but satisfying(?) premise, etc., etc.

[a/n] — I’m so sorry if the lack of action is disappointing! I’m not great at it, so I focused on the recon/practice/snarky/non-fabulous aspects of the Spy!au. But there’s still plenty of aggression haha Thank you for reading! <3

Jung Wooyoung is a piece of shit.

That’s the only thing you can think as you continuously fire at the moving targets.

Bang, bang, bang!

Next to you, he’s doing the same.

(That is, firing at the targets. The shithead probably doesn’t even have thoughts in his head, and, therefore cannot be thinking.)

You’re doing well until you miss one target on your non-dominant side.

You aim more carefully and—

Bang!

Next to you, Wooyoung’s looking at you with an infuriatingly cocky smirk.

“You took my target!” you growl at him, angrily tearing off your ear protection.

He gives you a look. “And you missed!”

You let out a screech of anger, and without thinking do the one thing every firearm safety instructor says not to do:

You point your gun at your teammate.

His eyes are still sparkling with competition and mischief as he raises his hands. “Hold your fire,” he says almost lazily. (Your eyes keep getting drawn back to the damn smirk on his lips.)

Annoyance courses through you like a migraine.

Your hand’s itching to cock and fire.

Sadly, you would be in loads of trouble and job searching if you did.

So you drop the gun and walk away. Let him clean up.

You’re almost out the room when you hear him.

“I knew you wouldn’t! You love me way too much for that!”

“Asshole!”

Then you’re out of earshot, and Yeosang’s dry voice echoes over the intercom.

“You know, I wouldn’t have blamed them if they’d done it.”

“Hey!”

“It was their shot. And we both know they could have gotten it. You just wanted to show off.”

Your pride’s still smarting two days after the firing range incident because it was true you had missed.

But, still.

As you walk into work a few days later, everyone’s gathered around the whiteboard.

“Y/N! Congrats!”

With that, you know you’re employee of the month.

Yeosang’s smile is a little knowing as you join him in the center of the crowd.

There’s your name on the board, with the most votes collected.

“Your last case was really, really good!” someone comments.

Giving your thanks over your shoulder, you’re looking over who voted for you when you reach it.

The reason why Yeosang has that shit-eating grin on his face.

“It really was a pristine field mission,” a sugar sweet voice whispers in your ear. “So exquisitely done.”

You force your face to be emotionless. “Morning, asshole.”

“Morning, sore loser.”

(That’s been your nickname for the last two days.)

“But, very clearly, I’m the winner.” You nod to the board. “For the whole month. So suck on that!”

“Oh, yes. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Yeosang’s judgmental gaze reminds you that Wooyoung is still standing too close to you, that his warm breath is still fanning over your ear. That your cheeks are burning with anger.

Was he in a war against your personal space or something?

You storm out of the circle, trying to keep your blood pressure to a reasonable level.

When you’re sorting through files with Yeosang later that day, you’re ranting about Wooyoung.

Eventually, he must get fed up with it.

“I know something you don’t,” he singsongs, casually dropping a folder on your side of the desk.

His expression, for what feels like the millionth time this week, is annoyingly knowing. Like he’s watching a friend push the door that says pull.

Because he’s just that kind of person, you grouch to yourself.

“...And what would that be?”

He glances at the folder he just tossed down.

Snatching it up, you find a single page of infuriating news.

“I am not working with that infantile, ridiculous, shit-for-brains—”

“I see you got the memo, too.”

And, within eight seconds, three things happen:

Wooyoung and his damn smirk materialize next to your desk.

Yeosang and his faux sweet grin leave the space next to you.

And you lose your highly annoying but perfectly lovely filing-help to the utterly disappointing replacement of Jung Wooyoung.

The disappointing replacement leans back and throws an arm around you. “I’m looking forward to working with you, partner.”

You groan and shrug his arm off.

“Of course you both have to do it! We picked our two prettiest agents! For this level of case, you really should blend in after all.”

“Seonghwa, sir,” you seethe, “literally any other person in this whole building is prettier than Wooyoung.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Both men level a searching gaze at you. Seonghwa’s is more analytical, and you avoid it. But that means you end up staring at Wooyoung’s for a moment too long.

You both look away at the same time.

“Anyways.” You swallow. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s using his director’s voice; now you’re in for it. “You’re staking out the bars where all the pretty movie stars spend their evenings and get drunk, and find nice, also pretty companions for the night, and…”

You don’t know why you glance at Wooyoung when Seonghwa’s saying that. But you do.

You’re surprised to see him already looking at you.

“...So, yes, I’m sure you have to do it. And yes, I truly mean both of you.”

Realizing your cheeks are burning (a common theme recently), you stand abruptly. “Fine.”

Wooyoung has a triumphant grin on his face and copies you. “Fine!”

Seonghwa waits until you’ve both left his office when he texts Yeosang:

I did it T-T I convinced them they’re both prettier than me

u mean u took the first step at getting them past their rivalry?

At the cost of my self-esteem T-T

You spend the first four days doing research, where you try (and fail) to keep things peaceful by ignoring him.

Just email the link, even though he’s sitting next to you.

Just scribble down your thought on a sticky note.

Just ignore him when he bothers you.

Just! Ignore him! Especially when he bothers you.

“I’m telling you!” you finally shout. “If you actually read your contract you would have realized that your fucking lunch break—”

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders, grinning like he’s the one who won.

A few people look over at you, and as you realize this, you also realize how Wooyoung had propped against your side of the table in his ever-constant war against your personal space.

“Sit up and act like you’re a half-functional adult,” you snap.

“I’m not the one who shouted. But yes, ma’am.”

You bite your lip at the way her purrs the last words.

Don’t kill him, don’t kill him, don’t pull out the knife… you remind yourself.

So, it’s sad but true that some days you feel like you fail more than you succeed.

But you can’t be too angry when you realize at the end of day four:

“I can’t believe it. We have a whole case proposal — names, proofs, dates, everything,” you murmur, proudly scrolling down the document.

“All we’ll have to do is actually plan the operation and pick out our outfits,” Wooyoung agrees.

“Which is basically nothing since we have all of next week!”

“This is true.”

The euphoria a doing good work washes over you, and you can’t help but beam at him. “It should have taken way longer.”

"I know! We’re—” He snaps his mouth shut, shaking his head as though his words were unimportant.

To be honest, you feel fond of him as he just smiles softly. (He actually has a really nice smile, you notice.)

Then the moment passes, and you turn back to the computer.

(But he keeps looking at you.)

Wooyoung’s sitting down for lunch with Yeosang when the latter blurts: “You had stars in your eyes earlier. With Y/N.”

“You think I don’t know it?” he groans.

Yeosang pulls out his phone a few minutes later:

fuck i almost let it slip that we were watching them earlier but i dont think wy noticed bc hes oblivious as a rock

Only one hour after that, Wooyoung and you receive the worst possible news.

Which leads to you finding yourselves in an empty office at 11 that night.

“Fuuuu-uh-uuuuck,” groans Wooyoung.

You tiredly rub your eyes and kill all your tabs.

“My brain... is just… fuuuuck.”

Inclined to agree, you open a new window with slow, depressed typing.

“I can’t believe Seonghwa thought we could go in tomorrow. Tomorrow, Y/N! Why tomorrow?”

The screen doesn’t change for a good ten seconds. What were you even thinking again?

“I haven’t pulled a night this late ever! Besides field jobs obviously. But for those you’re doing something, and here we’re doing basically nothing, and I wish we were doing something—”

You draw circles on the screen with your mouse. What even were you thinking... it was a thought… it existed...

“And this is a form of abuse! I swear! If Yeosang somehow got Seonghwa to do this to us just because ‘you had stars in your eyes,’ I’m going to fucking—”

“Shut up for a second, will you?” you moan.

“...Make me.” His voice is sounds different from tiredness.

“Never heard that one before.”

“Please make me?”

There’s something in his tone that catches your attention.

When you give him an incredulous look, you find him looking at your lips. And you’re so exhausted you literally can’t process. (As you head home about fifteen minutes later, you start to process. And you realize you hadn’t hated it at all.)

“Let’s go home,” you suggest quietly. “I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

(As you step inside your house, the rational side of you wonders what would have happened if you had stayed.)

At some point, he moves very close to you.

(He finally won his war against your personal space, you realize as you brush your teeth.)

Very close.

(Capping your lip balm container, you press your lips together and recall how his felt, pressed against yours. So softly, at least for your perception of Wooyoung. So skillfully, which does match your perception of him.)

His face is still close, but now he’s looking into your eyes.

(He has very pretty eyes; you picture them as you slip under your blankets.)

“Let’s go home,” you repeat breathlessly, “and deal with this all tomorrow.”

His hands, callused and controlled thanks to your profession, rest gently on your neck.

“Do you think all of this… All of this will work out?”

His voice is like starlight, wavering and hopeful and the sole brightness in the dark office.

“I think there’s a very good chance that this all will work out.”

(As your head hits the pillow, you look forward to the next day. Sure, Seonghwa’s going to throw a fit because you’re not ready for a case tomorrow. But you’re really looking forward to working everything out. Everything.)

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