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oh my cod it’s been a million years since i’ve posted. here’s the latest progress video! i meant to make another yesterday but i forgot. come back next week
i worked on materials(the hair in this vid is just a material with a base color) and using texture paint(the materials for the ears and head use image textures)
#YOU DON’T GET HOW EXCITED I AM 🐟🦐🐡🐙🐠#yesterday i worked on 3D animation and making a body using uhhhh#i think it was the skin and mirror modifiers#blender#3d animation#my art#i forgot if i use this tag for here
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Drive
Summary: you've been pining after your chauffeur Hyunjin for years. one night, you decide to take things into your own hands, deciding the only opportunity you need is to take a little drive.
Pairing: chauffeur!Hyunjin x wealthy fab!reader
Genre: stranger to lover au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI
Word count:3.6k
Warnings: car sex, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, masturbation, exhibitionism, cum tasting, p in v penetration, creampie (don't), alcohol usage, breeding kink, use of term miss (but not in a sexual way)
Notes: the whole time i wrote this, i was thinking of the song Drive which we all know is about driving only yep lol. I hope you enjoy!
If you liked, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
The buildings pass by, disguised as large, blurry objects that are difficult to make out, each one blending in with the next. The other cars seem to be racing with yours, as they speed away to their destination.
You sit in the backseat, your phone in one hand as you respond to messages, your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips in concentration. As you pressed send on the last message, you tossed your head back with a sigh, throwing your phone down on the leather seat.
Closing your eyes, you let the air conditioner that is blowing gently from the vents above your head cool you down, as it was another insufferable, hot day. Your top was starting to stick to your skin, as you perspired. Damn you couldn't wait to get home and shower.
"Everything alright miss?"
You startle slightly at the husky voice, your eyes snapping open as you looked at the rearview mirror, where a pair of brown eyes were peering at you in concern.
"Yes, Hyunjin, I'm fine," you responded while tossing your hair back, giving him a good view of your chest where your cleavage was visible.
Hyunjin nodded, satisfied at your answer, his focus shifting back to the road.
You smirked, feeling a little more energized after the interaction. Hyunjin was your personal driver, appointed to you by your family. Each member had their own, as your family was wealthy and part of the elite of the city.
He was respectable and did his job well, taking you anywhere you needed to go. He was also good on the eyes. You loved sneaking a peek at his gorgeous, long brown hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and not to mention his luscious lips.
You decided to spice things up, as you were bored, but also slightly horny sitting within the proximity of a god himself.
You sat as seductively as you could and sighed again, Hyunjin taking the bait and looking up and into the mirror again to check on you. You kept eye contact, batting your eyelashes as you smirked at the man.
Hyunjin shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes darting to the road in front of him and back to the mirror to look at you.
Bringing your fingers to your lips, you slowly pushed the digits in, swirling your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet. You gently sucked on them, holding eye contact with Hyunjin the whole time.
You felt a jolt run through your body, settling in your core, causing your clit go throb. The thought of Hyunjin getting hot and bothered just because you were sucking your fingers, caused your pussy to clench as your slick seeped out into your panties.
You giggled as he shifted in his seat, as he let out a soft grunt. You knew he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel as you heard the sound of the leather crunch as he moved.
You continued to tease him, licking and sucking your fingers until the car pulled up to your drive way, the vehicle safely coming to a stop.
You withdrew your fingers with a pop, and wiped them on your shirt before grabbing your bag that was next to you. Before opening your door, you leaned closer to Hyunjin, placing your hand on the shoulder of his nice, crisp white shirt.
“See you later Hyunjin,” you purred, squeezing his arm before leaning back and opening the door.
“Bye miss,” Hyunjin said in a deep voice, watching as you slipped out the back seat, slammed the door, and walked away.
He sat there for a moment more, his cock twitching within your pants as he watched how your ass swayed with each step. He’s not sure what just happened, but chose to ignore it as he started the car again to park it in the garage.
You were happy with today’s event, happy that he fell for your charm. You knew the effect you had on Hyunjin, have known it for years.
You know he watches you from time to time in the car, as you walk away, his eyes glued to your ass. You’ve seen the way he eyes your cleavage when you lean a little too close when talking with him.
It will be easy to entice him, to ensnare him within your clutches using your charms.
It was laughable really, after all he’s just a man.
— —
The next day, you needed to have Hyunjin drive you to a small gathering, a celebration for the success of your new business.
You picked out your best lingerie set, smiling as you delicately pulled the black lace over your legs, snapped the lace bra over your breasts.
Picking up your red dress, you slipped it on, the material hugging your curves perfectly, showing off your shape. You topped it off with a diamond necklace and diamond studs, the light reflecting off the jewels and scattering throughout the room in the afternoon sunlight.
You slipped your heels on, fastening the buckles against your ankles. You felt satisfied as you took one last look in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch, you made your way out of your room, your heels echoing off the tile as you walked down the hall, the grand staircase, and finally out of the door.
Hyunjin was waiting for you, standing by the door of the car. You smirked as he eyed your body, his eyes widening as they traveled from your face to your tits. He lingered there before eyeing your curves and your legs before looking back up to your face.
“How are you miss?” Hyunjin asked, trying to cover up the lust in his voice.
“Very well, thank you,” you purred, sitting down on the seat as Hyunjin had already opened the door for you.
You slowly pulled your legs into the car, Hyunjin’s eyes traveling along the flesh. Once seated, you signaled to him that you were good, watching as he carefully closed the door. He got into the drivers seat and pulled away from your home.
You both sat in silence for the ride. You looked out the window, your mind on the man in front of you. You couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on yours, how his hands would glide across your body as he takes you over and over.
You felt an ache form within your core, your arousal slowly seeping into your panties. You clenched your thighs together seeking friction as you imagined how big his cock is, and how he would look as he came, giving you loads of his cum.
You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear Hyunjin announce that you were at your destination. You snapped out of your reverie and noticed how he had turned around in his seat, his eyes searching yours in concern, but mixed with something more. It was as if he knew what you were day dreaming about.
You cleared your throat and straightened up and opened your door. As you stepped out of the car, you took a breath of fresh air, your mind clearing from whatever that was swirling around in your brain.
“Thank you Hyunjin, I’ll see you later tonight.”
You didn’t hear his response as you had already slammed the door shut. You walked away from Hyunjin and towards the party, putting a smile on your face.
— —
The night passed, the drinks flowed. You danced the night away, as the alcohol coursed through you, causing that warmth you craved.
You were also warm elsewhere, your core throbbing, aching, needing to be touched, filled until you were satisfied. Your panties were soaked as you danced to the beat, the seductive song blaring on the speakers.
Your mind wandered as you moved, wishing Hyunjin was there, his arms on your waist as he held you from behind. You smiled at the thought of how you’d both get lost in each other, letting the music carry you to paradise.
However, as the song changed to something more upbeat, you watched as the picture materialized in front of you, disappearing from your mind. You needed Hyunjin and tonight you would have him.
— —
You sat outside on the step, breathing in the fresh air as the wind tickled your sweat coated skin. You were sipping a glass of water, eyes gazing in the distance as you waited for hyunjin. It was late and you were tired, but you still had that ache and that need for your chauffeur.
As you watched a black car pull up, you smiled, slowly getting to your feet. Hyunjin hurriedly got out of the car and rushed to your side.
“Miss…are you alright?” He inquired, his arms out, ready to stabilize you if needed.
“I’m fine Hyunjin,” you chuckled, gently pushing his arms away.
You walked next to him, his long legs matching your pace. You patiently waited as he opened the door, and slid in, your back relaxing against the plush leather seats.
It didn’t take long for hyunjin to get in and start the car, the house slowly fading away in the distance. You relaxed further in your seat, your eyes drifting up to where Hyunjin was sitting.
You watched as he gripped the steering wheel, the veins becoming more prominent with the motion. You sighed as you imagined those hands elsewhere, a shiver running down your spine and causing your pussy to flutter.
You leaned back as you began to run your hand over you body, eyes closing as your fingers brushed against your collarbone, inching lower until they reached your thighs.
Opening your eyes, you looked at the man in front of you, a soft smiling reaching your lips as your fingers inched higher, the digits playing with the hem of your dress.
You felt like you were floating, not quite drunk but enough to where you felt uninhibited. Every touch was heightened causing little ripples in your belly, your core aching and dripping.
Hyunjin was still watching you, his eyes darting to the road and back to yours. You kept eye contact with him through the mirror, as you spread your legs wider for easier access.
You touched the pads of your fingers to your soaked panties, apply slight pressure on the material right over your clit. You gasped out as you circled the nub through the cloth, waves of pleasure spreading with each twist of your wrist.
Biting your lip, you reached down to remove the offending clothing, dragging your sticky, wet panties down your legs. You tossed them on the floor, and ground your thighs together, your slick steadily dripping from your pussy and onto the leather seats below.
Hyunjin held his breath as he watched you dip your fingers into your sopping hole, deeper and deeper until you squealed, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet car.
He gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as he felt his cock fill out within the confines of his pants. You were a tease, and it was driving him insane.
You knew you had him, smiling as he stopped at a red light, his attention now solely on you. You fingered your self harder, faster, the wet sounds filling the car causing you to groan and Hyunjin to whine.
You chuckled as he shifted in his seat, his eyes on your pussy. With each thrust of your fingers, your palm caught your clit just right, your high approaching fast.
Your moans filled the car as you stroked your sweet spot, the warm feeling in your belly building until it snapped, pleasure spreading the your body as your walls spasmed around your fingers. You thrashed around as you rode out your high, your arousal drenching the seats below. Once you came down, you withdrew your fingers and smiled.
“Enjoyed the view Hyunjin?” You cooed, watching as he blushed and cleared his throat, his gaze turning back to the road, as the light had since turned green.
You relaxed on the seat spent, satisfied at easing the ache within your core. It didn’t take long however, until you felt the throbbing within your core wanting to be filled again.
Hyunjin suddenly stopped the car and got out, causing you to sit up in your seat, shocked that you were already home. However when you looked out the window, you noticed you were not home but in an abandoned parking lot.
Confused, you cocked your head, wondering what hyunjin was doing. Before you could react, hyunjin opened the door and got into the back seat with you, leaving the door wide open for anyone to see.
“Please, please, need you miss!”
You stared at the man in front of you, shock in your eyes. That shock soon turned to a smirk as you brushed your hand through his hair as he whimpered.
“You can have me baby,” you purred as you slightly yanked on the strands of his hair. “You can start by cleaning up this mess.”
Hyunjin looked at you before looking at the seat, the leather slick with your arousal. He licked his lips and whined before lowering his head and touching his tongue to the pool of liquid.
He groaned at the taste before he fervently started to lick up your slick. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cleaned up the seat, your pussy clenching at the sight.
“Nasty baby aren’t you, licking up my cum from the seat. It’s ok, I have more for you,” you said lifting his head up from the seat.
His tongue was still out, his eyes hooded as you brought his face closer to your pussy. You moaned as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking the bud within his pillowly lips.
You gripped his hair harder, moving his head up and down, his tongue slack as you rode the muscle. You whined as Hyunjin pressed his face further against your folds and stuck his tongue within your entrance as deep as it could go.
Hyunjin fucked your little hole, catching every drop of your arousal on his tongue, making sure not to waste a drop. You felt pleasure trickle through your core each time his nose brushed against your clit, leaving you breathless each time.
You smiled down at the man below you, your heart beating erratically as he worshiped your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.
“Keep going baby, m’close,” you moaned rocking your hips against his face causing Hyunjin to groan, your pussy clenching at the vibrations.
Hyunjin lapped his way back up to your clit, suckling your bundle of nerves within his plush lips. He sucked hard and fast, his tongue darting out to flick the bud left and right.
You were close, that feeling of ecstasy within your reach. You pushed Hyunjin’s face further against you, smoothering him in your essence as the band within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard for the second time that night.
Your pussy contracted over nothing, your arousal seeping out with each spasm, coating Hyunjin’s lips and chin. Your fingers carded through Hyunjin’s hair as you rode out your high, little whimpers leaving your lips at the aftershocks.
It was becoming too much as he was still attached to your clit. You weakly pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.
“S’too much Hyun,” you begged, watching as he leaned back to look at you, his face glistening with your arousal in the darkness of the car.
Overwhelmed with admiration for you, hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to your in a passionate kiss. You groaned as you tasted yourself on him, your tongue darting out to lick along his lips.
Hyunjin shoved his tongue within your mouth, the muscle tangling with yours in a mess of teeth and spit. You reached down to touch his bulge, his cock hard within the confines of his pants. You palmed his erection, giving it a slight squeeze as he whimpered against your lips.
“Please miss, can I fuck you?” Hyunjin asked, his voice laced with desperation. “Need to feel you, please,” the last words fading out softly as he continued begging.
You wanted nothing more than to feel the man you’ve been pining over for what felt like ages. You lifted your dress up higher and maneuvered yourself to where you were on all fours.
Hyunjin quickly got up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, sighing as his cock sprang free. You looked back, your mouth watering at the appendage.
You knew he was a godsend but the sight of his cock made your pussy clench. You watched as he stroked his shaft, the sight of the pretty vein on the underside of his cock causing you to leak more slick. He wasn’t very long but girthy, complete with a mushroom tip that was red and leaking.
You arched your back further with a sigh as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating it with your slick. He teased you again and again, as he pushed the tip in just to withdraw it moments later.
You were frustrated and horny, needing to be filled with cock, and you needed it now.
“Fuck me Hyun, give me your cock baby,” you cooed.
Hyunjin grunted before pushing his length all the way in, stretching you out nicely, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through your core. It didn’t take you long to start moving your hips, as you met his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock.
Your moans mixed with his, the only other sounds being the wet squelch of your pussy as he fucked you and the crickets surrounding the car in the night air.
You clenched around him, reveling in the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, hitting so deep you were seeing stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Hyunjin fucked you hard but slow, making sure you felt each stroke. He angled his hips so he could reach deeper, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot within.
He gripped your ass, massaging the flesh, his cock twitching at how your little hole sucked him in each time. He was close, and he wanted nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum, the thought of breeding you driving him insane.
What would your family think if he gave you his baby? Their beloved prestigious daughter swollen with the chauffeur’s child…his child.
His hips sped up at the prospect as he chased his high. He needed to cum but he wanted you to first. Reaching down and around you, he found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the bud.
You mewled out, being caged in by him as he fucked you, the feeling almost primal, like you both were nothing more than animals. His fingers on your clit sent shivers down your spine, the pressure building in your core, threatening to overflow.
“Gonna cum miss,” Hyunjin groaned, as he continued his assault on your body. “Can I fill you up? Lemme breed you, make you mine.”
Your pussy clenched at his words, the thought of you dripping with his cum turning you on.
“Yes, Hyun, fill me up, breed me.”
With a groan, hyunjin stilled his hips as spurts of cum flooded your walls. At the feel of him filling you up, you let go, your pussy spasming around his cock, aiding in milking him dry.
You were still caged in by Hyunjin’s body, his breath fanning across your shoulder as he came down from his high. He pressed gentle kisses down your spine, his fingers trailing down your skin before withdrawing his softened cock.
You whimpered as you felt his cum seep out of your pussy, the liquid dripping onto the leather seats, likely causing a stain after tonight’s activities.
“Wait here miss,” Hyunjin said softly.
In your periphery you saw him walk to the passenger door and open it up, his hands reaching into the glove box for some napkins. He came back around and began to clean you up before fixing your dress and helping you up.
Once done, he tossed the messy napkins away and cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.
You preened in the intimate moment, you eyes lost in his brown ones as you both stared at each other in silence. You heard the crickets chirp, the occasional hoot of an owl, and your own heart beating wildly within your chest.
“Miss….” Hyunjin began, but you cut him off, holding up a hand.
“Call me y/n,” you said, “of course only when we’re alone.”
Hyunjin nodded and visibly swallowed. “Y/n,” he said, trying out the name. He quite liked it and definitely could get used to it.
You thought he was going to continue, as he continued to stare at you, like he had something to say.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips barely opening at the statement.
Hyunjin leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was unhurried, soft and gentle, nothing like the kiss of passion you shared earlier.
He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. Your mind was running a mile a minute, wondering what would happen now. You’ve always wanted him, but now that you do, would he want you?
Your thoughts were answered as he took your hands in his and said, “be mine y/n.”
You smiled as you let out a little chuckle. “Of course Hyun,” you said, more than happy to be his and only his.
Hyunjin smiled back, kissing the back of your hands.
“Guess we’re going to have to take more drives huh,” Hyunjin said, a little smirk on his face.
You most definitely would, that’s for sure.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー2024> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT
TEETH TO YOUR FLESH 🍓 VINSMOKE ICHIJI X F! READER KINKTOBER DAY 6: BITING
🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Biting (Day 6) for Ichiji Vinsmoke and a female reader that’s his (promised) Fiancée since childhood days? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. not that sexual, more on the "romantic" side. arranged marriage. biting. 🐙 wc: 1.2k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist
“Auch! Mooooom, Ichiji bit me again!” you screamed.
Your mother snatched you from your little hand; a deadly stare made you silent almost instantly. The tears were kept at bay, as they just pooled in your eyelids. You shouldn’t, you mustn’t disobey nor piss off the Germa prince.
“Stop it, (Name). I told you; Ichiji-sama can do anything he likes! You will be killed if you disobey!”
You, by the time you were already born, were promised as future Germa 66’s king Ichiji as a wife. Somehow, to Judge himself and the rest of scientific crew, your potential was high enough to meet the future queen expectations -probably just to bare children even more modified than Ichiji himself-.
And the time flew with you having to put up with a kid that soon turned into a young man… You would lie if you said you didn’t miss him a bit when he became an adult; always from war to war, always training and studying… where was that kid that enjoyed messing with you? biting your arm all of a sudden, and even sometimes coming with tears in his eyes that nobody should see?
Yet, the time was close; the date set since forever, in which you would finally become his wife was around the corner. You were taken to his side of the Germa palace, were thousand maids started a month earlier to prepare you for your future husband…
“Miss (Name), Ichiji-sama will return today from a mission. You need to be ready for tonight!” one of the maids tells you.
Ah, that dinner you were told about a couple of months prior. Should you speak? Should you mention anything at all? What would happen tonight?
Dressed in red finest fabrics you stand in front of the mirror; your hair on a braid rests on your left shoulder and your skin exudes the sweet scent of chocolate and strawberry. You were specifically bathed in oils that smelt just like a sugary dessert.
Alone, with two guards behind you, you walk down an immense hall you remember from your childhood days. You were used to run from Ichiji’s biting torture; that kid had hyper fixated into using his teeth to play with you.
The opened doors of the dining room welcome you; a big table with only just two seats, one on each side, full of food you are sure two people can’t even remotely finish.
“Miss (Name), please take a sit. Prince Ichiji will arrive soon” a maître says, coming out of nowhere.
You nod and sit where you were indicated to do so. Nervous, you fidget with your fingers; It’s been a minute since you’ve seen him. Perhaps it’s been two minutes in total silence, but you felt it like an eternity until a warm, heavy hand slid through your shoulder and back.
“Sorry for the delay” his sweet voice, sweeter than he looks, reverberated inside you.
Your stiffened back remained that way as your eyes followed him walking to his seat. Wearing his prince attire, and not his Germa suit, Ichiji Vinsmoke had the appearance of prince charming – a very severe, not so friendly, and smoking hot prince charming-.
“Your hair has gotten a lot longer, hasn’t it?” he observes, once he gets comfortable. Ichiji acts a lot different that his brothers, he is a true royal. Manners are important if he wish to be the next King of these lands.
You take your eyes from the silver plate in front of you, to a swift look at him before answering. Cheeks on fire; when has he ever paid attention to your hair?
“I think so, Ichiji-sama… is it ok for you? or should I cut it?” you ask, grabbing the braid in between your hands.
Ichiji, taken aback, took some time before taking his dark cherry glasses off. For the first time in years, you are able to see his blue eyes again. And despite them being framed by an annoying frown, you realized that deep inside he is still a kid.
“Should a future queen ask such nonsense? Who am I to decide the length of your hair?” he asks, standing up and slapping the table. You, startled, blink a few times before freezing completely. Of course you must ask, you were taught you should obey him no matter what since the day you were born.
Ichiji’s annoyance grows the more you keep silent; he walks towards you, with his white cape flaming as he moves.
His hand, covered in little cuts he won’t admit he has from past battles, strongly takes the braid from your hands to inspect it.
“I don’t care how long your hair gets as long as it can be moved out of the way” he mutters, pulling so softly from it to let you know you should stand up.
The prince throws your braid off, letting it fall on your back and his hand land on your mandible. Just a finger there, and his thumb so close to your lips, seems enough to leave you breathless. Ichiji smirks; slowly, he moves your head to the side to expose your neck and coming close he simply murmurs some more words before attacking your flesh with sharp teeth…
“I don’t mind your hair, I don’t mind your clothes… MY only order is to let me enjoy your flesh, (Name)... and you smell, as always, so deliciously~”
You swallow, what order? If there isn’t anything you wish the most right now than him eating you alive?
He carves his teeth deep into your skin; marking your neck so that everybody knows Ichiji Vinsmoke’s future wife is only his.
You moan to his first attack, making the man topping you to slightly stop; that sweet whimper caused things to his insides he cannot even describe. His hands, in response, passed from your waist to your thighs, lifting you up to finally deposit you on the table. The food Scattered all around, he didn’t care and nor did you.
He rips the fine strings of fabric that were holding your dress up; he wants to enjoy your flesh, again, he doesn’t even care about the clothes.
“You’ve grown up…” he forgets, for a moment, that dominant role to become a simple man amazed by the beauty of your chest.
“You have as well…” you murmur, remembering once when you were innocent teenagers trying to discover what human anatomy looked like naked.
He smiles, this time so genuinely it almost scares you… Ichiji shouldn’t have feelings, yet you know he always hid them.
“Come’ere” he laughs, attacking your breasts with those sharp fangs you are so pleased to feel carving marks again… this time as adults, not innocently but so lustfully, so sinfully…
Slowly, your back finally meets the table. Ichiji falls on top of you, with his hands on each side of your shoulders and his hair slowly losing the hairdo; he looks so hot with his crimson hair down.
“I am dying to fuck you” he states, so needy. “Fuck me, then…” you whisper, with cheeks on fire and your nails carved on his back.
His eyes wander yours; his lips separate…
“You know I shouldn’t…” “I know…”
He can’t. He has it forbidden. Cruel rule imposed by his father, the King. He shouldn’t have intercourse with his wife if not before she’s been taken to the lab… exactly like his mother.
“Don’t tell anybody…” “I promise, I won’t…”
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Yes please!! Explain more! I’m so invested in the story and kids!!!!! Also thank you for being kind 🩷
No problem!!
welp, okay, put extremely simply and probably just a little bit wrong too because its been a hot minute and I have the memory of a goldfish, here’s the gist of it:
Sanji was born the prince of a kingdome called Germa (though it’s really more of a glorified mercenary group with delusions of being a kingdom) in the North Blue, the third of four quadruplet sons. His father king judge fancied himself a scientist and wanted to make his children into supersoldiers (via genetic modification) that could lead his armies and destroy his enemies. He wanted them to be super strong, fast, have impervious metal skin, be totally obedient and have basically no emotions. Perfect soldiers!
His wife Queen Sora was not stoked about this, especially after seeing what it looked like in their firstborn daughter Reiju, so when Judge tried to pull the same thing with the quadruplets she drank a special syrum to counteract the conditioning. Unfortunately it only worked on one of the princes, Sanji, and the other three (Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji) came out modified and were trained by their father into being perfect little monsters that made Sanji’s childhood a living hell. Sora was super sick fter all that and eventually died when the princes were very young. Long story short Sanji eventually escaped with Reiju’s help, got picked up by Zeff after Tragic Backstory 2: Starvation Rock Boogaloo, and eventually joined the straw hat pirates. Fast forward some more and there’s this whole *thing* that happens with his birth family trying to blackmail him into a political marriage blah blah blah blah he’s eventually rescued but now he’s very worried that due to certain circumstanced, his genetic modifications might have just been dormant and are now awakening within him, and eventually he’ll turn out just like his siblings, which is like, one of his worst nightmares. It hasn’t fully happened yet, but who knows!
So that’s all what happens in canon. What I’m doing in my own little fankids au is imagining that the genetic mutations are in fact dormant in Sanji and while they never fully materialize in him, they do pop up in one of his children, because genetic. So Kuina has black hair (because the mods include hair color changes and if Sanji was fully modified there’s evidence his hair would’ve been black) and she has unbreakable skin and enhanced physical abilities and she has… I guess what can be described as an empathy disorder? Like she experiences emotions differently and isn’t great at understanding/mirroring emotions in others. However, I don’t believe that makes someone a monster. Sanji’s brothers are absolutely terrible people because they were raised to be that way by Judge, who is absolutely a monster himself, entirely of his own volition. Reiju is not as bad as her brothers, because she had some positive influnce from their mother Sora. Kuina is gonna grow up absolutely surrounded by love and a lot of very honorable moral conviction, so while there will be ups and downs, I think she’s gonna be all right.
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Jinx's appearance in s2 ep9 is a tragedy for her character. The writing throughout the season already tried its best to destroy absolutely everything meaningful to her and who she is at her core, and now we get the chance to see it visually.
I'll get this out of the way so nobody bothers me about it later: yes, I personally hate the design overall. But despite that if it was truthful to her character and reflected her journey well I wouldn't even squeak. Well, maybe one tiny time, but not make a whole post about it.
Alright, so right now I'm going to lign up all 3 of her designs and compare them in a sense how they represent Jinx as a character. I apologize for using The Wild Rift model because it's actual hell to find her s2 ep9 look in good quality and with a good view of the details.
There's a pretty stark difference between Powder and Jinx. The only element they share is gloves, but on Jinx they are modified and have a different color. There are however also similiar "motifs"(?), like purple stripes on clothes, Jinx's belts are positioned in a way that mirrors Powder's blue...thing on her pants; also Powder has a small braid on the side of her head, as well as golden hairpins, while Jinx has two braids that are waaay longer, but she still has golden elements that support her braids.
Now, the differences. Powder's clothes are layered and are made from different fabrics, covering almost her entire body. This represents that she's a shy, frightly girl with very low self-esteem. Jinx, on the other hand, has waaay more open skin, even to a somewhat inappropriate degree. This shows us that she became confident and doesn't care what others think of her, maybe even to a fault. Her boots in some way resemble jester's shoes, showing us her more light-hearted attitude, especially towards violence.
Also, unlike Powder, who only ever shot from a toy gun and made bombs that didn't work, Jinx is a prodigy bomb maker and a master shooter with (what seems like) a hand-made pistol, and on top of that has an also self-made machine gun. So from all of this we can pick up that this is the same person, but she changed in a huge way, hence why even her name is different.
Now, onto the Jinx we see in s2 ep9. She cut off her braids, colored streaks of her hair, especially on the bang, replaced her pants, top, and belts, made herself a hood, painted over her tattoos with x-es and Ekko's symbols, fused her machine gun with Fishbones, her recently made rocket launcher (ignore the wild rift picture for this part), and completely remade her pistol. The only things that carry over from her previous outfit are gloves, boots (which are now fully laced), her necklace aaaand yeah that's it. Motifs are left the same, except for her hair of course.
Now, I want to talk about a couple of elements in detail. Her hood is made from unknown material, and resembles some kind of monster, rather than a monkey, raven or shark, her previously established symbols. Like someone pointed out, it probably resembles drawings on Isha's helmet.
Also Jinx has pink markings under her eyes, just like Powder from Ekko's vision in season 1 ep7.
The bandages that replace her top are the same ones Vi has.
So, with all of that information, what can we tell about Jinx at the end of her journey? The obvious answer is that she decided to move on, but in what way? Accepting both "Powder" and "Jinx" parts of her? But then why did she paint over her tattoos? Something permanent, that shows how irreversibly she changed over the years, and will never become the same girl again? Moreover, why didn't she make the new tattoos, pink bullets? Yes yes, pink bullets. Both LoL Jinx and even s2 ep9 skin for Jinx in The Wild Rift have pink bullets tattoos, but arcane Jinx doesn't. Why tho? Well, of course, it's our good ol' pal Silco erasure. Because, you see, Jinx killed Silco with her Pow-Pow, and when she shoots with it, the bullets are seen as pink projectiles. So, not only does Jinx figuratively want to "paint over" her past with Silco, she also in no way wants to capture what she did to him and that in the very same night she finally accepted herself as Jinx. Of course we know that s2 writers didn't want to follow up on this decision, but adding a couple of effects onto her model isn't that big of a job. Anyway
Why did she go back to covering her legs entirely? Is she more careful now, orrr perhaps she seeks protection from someone? No. Why does she have paint all over her, and Ekko's symbols in particular? Is she a part of the Firelights now? Even if that's the case, it was never confirmed on screen. Why did she completely change her haircut, only leaving a bang? I guess hair holds the memories or whatever, so to start a new life you shouldn't have any memories of the previous one? Idk. Why did she replace her top with bandages like Vi's, if the last time they saw each other Jinx told Vi to let her go and forget about her? Idk. Why did she fuse Pow-Pow and Fishbones together? Idk.
The only things I more or less don't question are the hood and markings, but then again, I'm not really happy with the fact that we see Jinx in them in her "last" moments either. That's the part of my biggest problem with all of this, actually. It took around 10 years for Jinx to have such a big difference in how she looks, but the latest change happened literally overnight. No matter how you try to explain this, this is objectively terrible writing. In less than one episode the main character of the series drastically changed her appearance in ways that should tell us about a big character development, but we didn't get a chance to see any of it. Not the process, nor the development itself, because Jinx behaves in ep9 the same way she behaves in the rest of s2.
So, what was that all about? I guess they wanted to fill out the quota of a minimum of two outfit changes per season, but it's in no way justified within the show. And that's why this is a tragedy. Jinx went from the most well-written character in the show with incredible design and conflict to the writer's toy which only function is to be sacrificed.
#also. a real missed opportunity to make Jinx's hood from Silco's coat. ofc the design would need to be changed but i personally don't have#any problem with that. but you already knew that lol#arcane critical#jinx arcane#arcane season 2#arcane#i got so tired while writing this post💀💀💀literally took me several hours#but it's probably my last analysis so i guess it's worth it
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✘︙Asmodeus !
♡! hope's notes: yes this is a repost from the old blog, hush
CW: body insecurities
"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"
The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him. Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.
Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash.
He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.
Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.
This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.
Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?
So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.
Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!
The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.
"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.
I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.
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#obey me x reader#obey me asmo x reader#obey me asmo x mc#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me angst#obey me smut#asmo x reader#om! asmodeus#asmodeus x reader#asmodeus x mc#asmodeus x you#asmodeus x y/n#obey me x mc#obey me x y/n#obey me x you#omswd x reader#omswd#obey me imagines#obey me shall we date#shall we date obey me#obey me fanfic#obey me brothers#obey me#obey me!#obey me mc#obey me drabble#omswd asmodeus#om asmodeus
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2024 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Show & Tell - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader
Summary: What the Queen wants, she gets.
Warnings: praise kink, power play, fingering (r!receiving), mirror sex, oral sex (r!receiving), pet names, slight choking, bath sex, etc…
Word Count: 2.3k
Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat
small a/n: first off, apologies for the very late update. secondly...y'all I have never seen my adhd be clearly seen so much in a fic before and I have no words to describe my thought process writing this.. but welcome to week two of kinktober, and I hope you enjoy!!
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It was just another normal day. The same routine was always followed. Wake her up. Make her breakfast. Brush her hair. Draw her a bath. Wash her hair. Get her dressed.
The routine was etched into your head. And you didn't dare stray from it. The Queen was very specific. Only allowing you to be near her. To touch her. To help her.
You were her most trusted ally. Some would even call it friends. You would call it friends. But you were just the handmaiden. Her handmaiden. The help.
It was an internal struggle to not let feelings get in the way when she treated you so well. To everyone else, they feared her wrath. She was vicious, cruel, and demanding. But to you... well she was the complete opposite.
She was gentle. Kind. Playful even. Giving you all of her attention when you were in the room, even if the room was full of important people.
How could you not fall in so deep when she would leave lingering touches, send flirtatious glances, smile sweetly, call you endearing names. She was sweet like honey.
And you were forever stuck.
But today... well something was off.
She smiled more. Teased more. Touched more.
And as you were drawing her bath, you could feel she's almost devouring your body as you bent over to turn the water off, inhaling the sweet yet spicy scent of her bath soaps.
"The bath is ready, my—" Words were lost. All but a jumble of words as your brain went blank when your eyes feasted on the sight before you. Her robe had dropped to the floor, and she gingerly swayed her hips as she stepped down into the large circular tub.
Your eyes fell to her naked body. She always had the most smooth looking milky skin. Curves that drove you mad. Her tits swayed while her buds were erect and swollen. You were entranced.
How could you not stare, when she looked like that? So perfect. So beautiful.
"My Queen—" you cleared your throat, breaking yourself out of your silly trance when her gaze flitted over to you as she sank into the warm water.
The tips of her long golden locks grew just the slightest shade darker as they touched the water, and the darker shade always made her hazel eyes pop even brighter.
But your gaze never faltered, even as she made her way over to you. Cheeks were already rosy, as you couldn't help but blush every time you feasted your eyes on her naked body.
"Thank you, darling. The temperature is perfect as usual," she smiled sweetly. "But there's something missing..." she trailed off, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you sat on your knees in front of her.
"I-I'm so s-sorry, my Queen!" You stumbled over your words, panic immediately rising in your chest. "I thought I did everything you asked, what's missing?" Your eyebrows knitted in worry.
"You," she calmly stated, voice dripping with deep lust. A deep smirk was plastered on her beautiful face.
"W-what?" You could say you were confused.
"It's missing you, sweetheart." She reiterated, placing a warm, wet hand on your thigh, as you sat there on your knees bewildered. "Join me. You wouldn't want me to be all alone, now would you?"
You were shocked. Frozen in place. Thinking you were imagining this. Dreaming right now. It wouldn't even be the first time you've dreamt of her. Every day and every night she fills your mind.
You were brought back to reality when her hand gripped at your thigh while the other wrapped feverishly across your throat. She squeezed, and squeezed hard, snapping you to look down at her with a vice grip that had you gasping.
"Answer your Queen!" She growled. "Do not make me repeat myself. You either join me or you leave. But if you leave, you are never coming back."
"Okay! O-Okay, I'll join!" You placed your hand gently across the one around your neck, carefully prying her hand away. And to your surprise, she let you.
Slender digits pull at the hem of your nightgown, silently demanding you to take it off.
With shaky hands, and even shakier legs, you stood up. Luckily, you were able to hold yourself together while you fought back the nerves. Her gaze on you was unwavering.
"That's it," She cooed. "Good girl..."
She didn't dare to look away. Not now. Not while you stripped yourself free from the thin layering of clothing wrapped around your body. That body had her holding back a groan.
Hungry eyes roamed. Darting to every single inch of your bare body. And Gods did you look even better than she had imagined. She easily lost herself gazing at your physique.
"You're so beautiful. And to think I have you all to myself. What a lucky woman I am," Ravenna bit her plump lower lip.
And with an outstretched hand, beckoned you closer, which you undoubtedly held without a second of hesitation. Helping you ever so gently step down into the bath to join her.
"I've always been very curious about you. Don't think I haven't noticed your elongated glances, the blush that covers those sweet cheeks when I praise you, the hitch of your breath when you look at me. Specifically when I'm naked."
Digits played with your hair, twirling the dampness between her fingers as she spoke to you with the most enchanting tone.
"Do you find me attractive?" She asked. "Do you want to touch me? I know I've been dreaming about touching you. Learning what makes you come undone, or what even draws those little sounds from you that I know I'll enjoy hearing."
By now, her body was pressed against yours as she stood just a few inches taller than you. You were visibly shaking, and not from the cold air around you. But from her close proximity and the heated words that were coming from her mouth.
"Sweetheart, you're shivering. Let me take care of you, hmm? I know just how to warm you right up..." She lowered her head, letting her hands run a path up and down your arms.
Your head eagerly nodded, brain immediately drawing a blank as words dissipated from your head. That pretty little head that Ravenna loved to not only look at, but to play with.
"Such a sweet and innocent little thing..." she swiped her tongue along her pearly white teeth as she smiled down at you. "I don't want you to think about a thing, okay? Just let your Queen take the reins and make you feel good, would you like that?" The fingers that were twirling your hair, gingerly tucked it away from your face.
"Yes, my Queen... please..." you quickly begged, not even sure what you were even begging for to begin with. Was it for her to take care of you? To touch you? Kiss you? All of the above.
Of course, but it wasn't about to come out of your lips. It was embarrassing how badly you wanted her. And how quick you were to succumb to letting her control you.
How she so easily lifted you to sit on the edge of the tub. Slid between your legs. Let her fingers drag down your dripping wet skin, and toying with your hardened nipples.
You were too far lost in the moment to form a coherent thought or sentence. Too entranced by the way she gingerly traced your nubs before giving them the smallest of pinches that elicited the first of many moans from you.
Her gaze never left yours as she took note of what made you whimper, gasp, and twitch beneath her fingers.
Your eyes screwed shut, losing yourself to her roaming hands. With them closed, you failed to see her sink lower. She could see your dripping wet cunt, and your puffy clit that was just calling out for her touch.
She left one hand to play with a breast while the other slid down. Fingers slid easily across your folds, earning a gasp from you and a hand to fly out to her wrist to stop her movements.
A sharp golden brow raised at your unexpected movement. And Ravenna impatiently waited for the reasoning. One that completely threw her off-guard.
"Be gentle," you whispered. "Please..." You looked down at her with doe-eyes while her pupils were blown. "J-Just this once. Be gentle with me. I don't care what happens after. I just want—" You cut yourself off, knowing what you were about to say next would change everything.
"What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words for me. You're doing so good," she cooed, placing a tender reassuring kiss to your knee.
"I just want.. you to love me. To make love to me. Like you really mean it." Your pointer finger traced small patterns along her collarbone as you spoke.
"Oh, sweet thing.. I do. I always have. And believe me when I say I will only do what you want me to do, alright? Do you trust me?" She asked.
"Yes, of course!" You were baffled that she even had to ask. She had always trusted you, and in turn you had trusted her.
"See? That wasn't so hard to admit, now was it? That's my good girl... Then I think there is nothing left to be said, is there not?"
You shook your head.
"Then sit back, relax, and let your Queen take care of you," she stated sweetly, before eagerly feasting on the dish before her.
Kitten licks and little sucks were placed along every inch of your cunt. She was demanding. Experienced. Already knowing the best way to have you moaning out her name.
Your head lulled back and your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of something you had never noticed before.
A mirror.
A large mirror hung directed over the bath, and the sight before you was something straight out of a porno.
You saw yourself leaning back against your hands, legs spread, tits out, and golden locks moving back and forth as the Queen lapped at your pussy.
"So fucking good... So perfect... Made just for me..." she said between sucks and licks. You had never heard her swear before, let alone giving you praise in the same sentence.
It filled you with immense heat. Turning you on more than you already were.
"S-Say more... keep going!" you gasped.
"Mmm," she moved her mouth away, only to replace them with her fingers. "You like to be praised don't you? You like being told how much of a good girl you are, huh?"
Your head nodded rapidly. Ravenna cackled when she gazed up at you, noticing your mouth agape, head fallen back, but she's staring daggers straight ahead at the mirror.
"Such a naughty little thing too. Watching me play with your pretty little pussy. Do you like what you see? Watching my fingers disappear inside you?"
"Yes! 'M so close!" You choked out. "Keep going! Please don't stop.. don't stop..."
Her experienced digits hit your spongy spot with every thrust, while also spreading her fingers out to stretch you out.
"You're taking me so good. Doing so good for me. Such a precious little thing you are. Are you going to come on your Queen's fingers? Or do you want my mouth?"
"M-Mouth! God— please—" Your legs shook as you held yourself off, not wanting to come just yet. Wanting to elongate this intimate moment.
"So good using your words. Telling me what you want... You just keep looking in the mirror.." she licked her plump lips, before removing her fingers to bring her tongue back to fucking your pussy.
Her hand tossed a leg over her shoulder, giving her a better position to eat you out while your own hand flung to her golden locks, moving them out of her face so you could see every little detail in the mirror.
"Be my good girl and come for me, sweetheart..."
The way her tongue darted out and disappeared into your seeping hole. She groaned at the taste of you, and her nose brushing against your puffy clit was enough for you to go spiraling.
Your hips bucked as you came along her tongue, moan after moan spewing from your lips as she used her mouth to lap at your release.
Her name fell past your lips in a plethora of octaves, feeling yourself shake and spasm around her head as you barely held yourself up.
Once the pleasure turned into more shaking, and the sensation became too much, and overstimulation took over, your thighs closed, and her breathing became restricted.
"I-I can't! 'S too much, my Queen!" You gasped.
Knowing she didn't want to push you too far, she gave your clitoris one last peck before she reluctantly pulled herself away from your intoxicating scent.
Her tongue darted out across her lips, savoring the taste of you along her tongue that she most definitely wanted to taste again.
"You did so good for me.. and you tasted even better than I had imagined..." she admitted, standing back up straight to be face to face with you.
Hands fell to your thighs, rubbing soothing patterns across your skin as your body caught back up to the present. Your eyes were glazed over, but soon returned to their normal beauty.
"There you are.." she stroked your cheek. "Just breathe. Feel good?" She asked, wanting to ensure you were okay.
"Mhmm.." you nodded weakly. "More than good." You smiled at her.
Ravenna laughed at your dazed state, but slightly faltered when your eyes fluttered.
"Okay, sweet girl. Let's dry you up and lay you down to get some rest, hmm? Don't need you passing out on me." She lifted herself out of the tub, and threw on her silk robe, not even caring to dry herself off.
She helped you stand, and used her own towel to dry your aftershocked body. She was quick and careful. Her smile returned when she wiped your sweaty forehead and met your own smile at her taking care of you.
It was supposed to be the other way around. But after today. After the intimacy of it all. She knew from this day forward that she now promised herself to take care of you too.
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we're stressed but we remain silly (actually this is super angsty lol)
more Sidelined + Firefight (Firelined???) propaganda for the @tmntaucompetition
Sorry I keep stealing your boys @remedyturtles
Spoilers for chapter 15 of Firefight, cw: for heavy injuries + blood, no actual recounting of how they got the injuries in this fic, though
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In the time it takes Donnie and Leo to get medical supplies, it's been decided that they'll be teaming up with the Firefight guys.
The situation has also, somehow, managed to deteriorate.
If Leo thought these guys looked like death warmed over before, now they just look like plain old death. The other Donnie is littered with bloody injuries and his leg is bent in ways it really should not be. And the other Leo...
Leo shudders at the cracks in his shell. He's not sure he wants to know what kind of monster could do that.
The Leo is chirping periodically - help help scared - and the Donnie answers back by tapping on his shell. Leo knows enough now to recognize it as Morse code; trying to calm him, coax him into coming out. It doesn't seem to be working too well.
"...I think we should have brought more medical supplies," says his own Donnie, yanking Leo out of his reverie. "This may not be enough."
"I don't even know where to start," Leo confesses softly. Really, they need to see a doctor, but Leo has no idea where to find one. Maybe one of the older turtles here has more medical experience than they do? But he has no idea who to ask...
"We'll just... do the best we can," says Donnie, and he sounds determined. Leo finally tears his eyes away from their deathly still mirrored versions, the Leo cradled close in the Donnie's arms, to look at his own twin. He's got his jaw set and teeth clenched, like he does when he's gearing up for something particularly unpleasant, and Leo isn't going to let him face it alone.
"Alright." Leo starts laying out their supplies on the bleachers, sorting it for easy grabbing. "Let's see what we can do."
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When he tries to take the other Leo away, the other Donnie bites him.
Really, he should have been prepared for that.
It's only hard enough to graze the skin on his arm, but Leo still hisses when it happens. The other Donnie's eyes fly to his face, then widen and let go, which is good, because Leo knows what could have happened if he bit down harder.
He looks horribly guilty, his eyes flying between the Leo in his lap and Leo's own face. His eyes are glassy and he may not be able to fully distinguish between them. So now he thinks he bit the brother who is still chirping periodically - help help scared - and boy does Leo feel like a tool.
He holds up his hands in surrender, rushing to reassure him. "It's okay, that was my bad. I could have telegraphed that way better."
"Excellent work, Leon," chides his own twin, who looks thoroughly unimpressed. He immediately grabs Leo's arm in one hand, then reaches for the disinfectant with another. "We're supposed to be treating their injuries, not yours."
"It's fine, it's just a scrape!" he says, but doesn't actually do anything to stop Donnie from cleaning it. His immune system has been pretty much useless since the armor, and mouths are nasty.
Besides, the gentle attention Donnie is giving his wound, despite his harsh tone, seems to be doing something for the other Donnie. He doesn't loosen his grip on his twin, but something unspools in his posture as he watches, attentive, as the wound is cleansed and covered. Like it's finally clicking for him that they're here to help. That things are... well, better than they were.
Leo gives him his biggest, most reassuring grin, and says, "Yeah, see? We're gonna get you guys all patched up."
Donnie finishes his work, then pulls on a pair of gloves, thankfully already modified for three-fingered hands. He holds out a pair for Leo. "Are your hands steady?"
It's not at all an unfair question. Leo nods. "Yeah. For now, anyway."
Donnie nods back, letting the gloves fall into Leo's palms. "I'll start work with Leo, you take Donnie. Start with the lacerations on his back. I... don't think we can do much for his leg."
"Right."
Donnie steps over and settles down on the bleacher next to the pair, body angled towards them. He holds out his hands for his counterpart to see.
"Hello, Donatello," he says. "Can I start treating your Nardo? I'll keep him right here - you can maintain physical contact if you want."
The other Donnie hesitates. He hasn't spoken since they arrived, his only active communication the continuous taps against his own Leo's shell. It's not surprising - there's no way this situation isn't overwhelming. But it's making this whole process a bit difficult.
Donnie's never let difficulties slow him down, though.
"I swear," he says, clear and steady, "I'll treat him like my own Leo."
The other Donnie looks down at the bloody shell in his lap. Then he looks at Leo, who gives another smile and a little wave from his wheelchair.
Again, it seems to be clicking, and slowly, very slowly, the other Donnie unwraps from around his precious bundle, and lets him go.
His chirps get more rapid when that happens, and the other Donnie's taps get more rapid. They're close enough that he can keep a hand on his Leo's shell easily, can keep up the Morse code, keep telling him that he's safe. It means Leo's going to have an awkward angle to get to the other Donnie's own injuries, but that's alright. He's gotten good at reaching things that aren't convenient.
He wheels himself as close as he can get, then leans over the arm of his chair and gets to work.
It has to hurt, but the other Donnie stays stalwart, all his focus on reassuring his twin, barely twitching as Leo cleans and bandages the wounds. So Leo works in silence, lets him tap away. He knows enough to recognize it, but not enough to know what he's saying. Still, he can take a good guess.
Eventually, Donnie has done all he can to the other Leo, and Leo himself is flagging. His hands had been steady when he started, but this kind of work wears him out quickly - his hand muscles are cramping, and his wrists are sore. Donnie catches on, because he always does, and announces that they'll trade places without leaving room for argument.
So after a little maneuvering, Leo has his counterpart in his lap, while his twin works on cleaning the other Donnie's arms and legs as best he can. The taps are still going, and the chirps still come, here and there.
Leo can't do much to help now, so he tries to help. Tries to think of what would make him feel better, if they were switched.
He looks over at the other Donnie, battered and bruised and bloody, his leg twisted and his breaths wheezing.
And the next time the other Leo chirps, he says, "It's okay. Donnie's safe."
And he says it again, and again, and again, each time he hears the chirp, until-
"You're safe, too, Leo."
He looks up, at his twin, whose hands have stalled in their ministrations. He's looking at the shell in Leo's lap, but for a brief moment his eyes flick up, and they lock, and there's something meaningful there that Leo has to rush to catch.
"You're safe, too."
Leo watches Donnie, for the first time he notices the shake in his twin's hands. And it occurs to him, if it hurts him to see a Donnie in this state, like he's never seen before, then for his twin to see a Leo in this state, when he has-
He takes a shaky breath. The chirp comes again, and this time he says, "Yeah. You're safe. Donnie's safe. It's okay. No monsters here."
They keep it up until Raph and Mikey come back with the chairs and the food and blankets, the ones Leo drapes over his legs to keep them warm. By that point, they've done about all they can, and with some maneuvering they get the other Donnie in the transport chair, and pass his twin back to him, safe in his lap.
He still hasn't made any move to come out, but no one tries to force him.
"Let's ask the staff if there's anywhere these guys can lay down," suggests Raph, and they all nod in agreement to that. The bleachers are not comfortable enough for naps, especially not in the state these guys are in.
"Do you need me to push you, Nardo?" asks Donnie. "You said your wrists were hurting."
"They're fine," he protests, giving his hands a shake. "Don't..."
The word "worry" dies when his counterpart chirps again, and he catches Donnie's flinch when it happens.
"...Well," Leo says, "I guess I could stand to take a break."
His twin looks relieved. Leo's glad one Donnie does, at least.
Donnie grabs the handles of his chair; Raph takes the handles of their teammates'. And with that, they're off.
#rottmnt#tmnt au competition#sidelined au#firefight au#rise leo#rise donnie#disaster twins#I'm so tired but I hope this was clear enough lol#I could have written this with Raph and Mikey instead but noooo I had to do it the hard way#dandy fanfiction
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I really love your writing especially the angsty one such as the most recent one. Related rant but I hated most movies where the FL(Female lead) would start as cliche “ugly girl” with glasses and Terrible fashion and in the middle of the movie she takes her glasses off and suddenly become the “pretty” girl and then have a whole scene where they do a make over to make her charm the whole school. It just felt superficial and very vain, like the FL was fine the way she was, glasses don’t make you ugly as if paired with right outfit, can make you look actually cute. After all glasses are there to help you see, the fl suddenly gets her vision fix when she has her make over? And its really rubs me the wrong way that you need to have a whole make over, with a pretty dress and everything just to get people to like you. And its also pretty disheartening to see that people won’t like you if you have acne, like it natural to have acne and you shouldn’t be shamed for it.
But unto the actual request itself: can I have yandere Oikawa (or atsumu miya) x reader with this related context in mind: The reader has a crush on oikawa and with the advice of a friend, she stops wearing her glasses and does a whole make up and hair routine just to catch Oikawa’s attention. It works and one thing leads to another and both reader and oikawa start dating. At first Reader is ecstatic to finally the man of her dreams but slowly she starts to become uncomfortable with the way she looks like she no longer recognize herself. The make up starts to feel itchy and unnatural to her skin and she starts bumps into thing due to her not wearing her glasses anymore. Despite reader being miserable she till persevere and try to keep up the facade of “Oilawa’s ideal girl” but as time goes on the need to please Oikawa and the stress of keeping up appearances finally gets to her and she just breaks up with him.
On Oikawa perspective (being an entitled prick) is obviously dismayed as he wanted to have the perfect facade of a power couple. He wanted to shape the reader into his ideal pretty girl. So both reader and him have a mutual break up since both of them are now dissatisfied with the current predicament. But as oikawa sees the reader old self, he starts to fall in love (or obsessed) he finds the reader’s glasses cute and he finds that the reader is even more adorable when she comfortable and happy. Like he finds the reader more attractive when she was being her typical self without the glitz and glam. Like even if the reader has acne and wears dorky glasses, Oikawa finds that strangely attractive.
-Sorry for the mini rant, I just recently watch a movie similar to this and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Like as person with both acne and glasses, I’ve been told by some people that I stop wearing glasses due to it not “suiting me” like I wasn’t wearing it for fun, I wear it cause I need to see. Its even worse when I had acne and my friends told me to hide it with make up only to find out that make up worsens the acne problem. Thanks for listening to me
I totally get what you mean- I always found glasses attractive on guys and adorable on girls (to the point that I tried to pretend I had reading issues as a child to get myself glasses), so it was always sad to see it portrayed as “Now that she’s taken them off, she’s pretty!” I think everyone looks nice in their natural way, no makeup needed, so makeovers have always rubbed me the wrong way a little too! I personally don’t wear any makeup at all, too much of a hassle.
Title: Change
Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes
Summary: You don’t like your new look, but it’s gotten you so much attention. Do you really have to choose between your old look and your happiness?
Part 2: here
change
/verb/
make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:
You looked in the mirror, stunned by your reflection. Your glasses were gone, the contacts in your eyes being the only reason you could see that fact in the first place. But besides that, your hair had been swept back in a pretty bun with a braid on either side of your head and just a couple locks of hair fashionably left down. Your skin looked flawless, thanks to the makeup. You could thank the makeup too for the way your face looked so much more mature and alluring.
Your wardrobe had undergone a great change as well. Since your college didn’t have a uniform or strict dress code, you’d put on a short white dress with black stripes and a belt around the waist. A fake diamond necklace laid across your collarbone, perfectly matching the bracelet clasped around your wrist. Even your feet were squeezed into a pair of fashionable black slips.
You turned back to your friend in awe, “You’re a miracle worker!”
Your friend laughed, but it was nothing short of the truth. Before this, your hair was always left down, hanging over your glasses-adorned, lightly pimpled face. You never wore a dab of makeup and your clothes usually amounted to an oversized T-shirt, faded jeans, and ratty sneakers. You didn’t put any care into your appearance. Until now, that is.
“You’ll have to keep this up on your own, now that you know how,” your friend reminded you, wagging a warning finger at you, “But this will totally grab Oikawa’s attention! You’ll be his girlfriend by the end of the week!”
You were turning heads from the moment you walked through the school doors. How could you not? You were a gorgeous girl accentuated with the latest fashions and professionally done makeup. All you had to do was bat your long, fake eyelashes and guys would throw themselves at your feet.
Your friend was right. You’d caught Oikawa’s attention very quickly, and soon enough, he was blowing away the sudden competition by offering to carry your lunch tray and walk you home.
The attention flustered you and made you so happy, but a small part of you felt sad. He’d never noticed you before. But that was the point of this makeover, right? To get him to finally look your way?
When Oikawa had asked you to meet him by the fountain in the courtyard, you knew exactly what he was going to ask you. You pretended to be surprised anyway, completely shocked and honored by the question.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
From that moment on, you were the school’s power couple. Everyone regarded you with awe or jealousy. “Oikawa and (Y/n)” became synonymous with “popular” and all of his friends, the people you’d looked at with envy not long ago, welcomed you to their table and inner circles.
But as time went on, you felt yourself drifting away. Oikawa always talked about appearances and critiqued you whenever your hair or makeup wasn’t perfectly in place.
It felt fake.
Your makeup, your sense of style, your relationship, everything felt so unbearably fake.
Like you were no longer yourself.
Every time you looked in the mirror, your heart sank. You didn’t even recognize yourself anymore. Being perfect had somehow become something that you despised.
But whenever you brought up wearing your glasses again or dressing down, Oikawa wouldn’t hear of it. “What would everyone think of that?” “You have to look your best.” “We’re a power couple, sweetheart, we don’t wear things like glasses, okay?”
The stress began to tug at you until you could take it no longer. One look in the mirror on a fateful Monday morning that already hadn’t been going well and you were done.
You had to be true to yourself, even if that meant no longer being “perfect” or popular. Even if it meant losing Oikawa, who didn’t even feel like a boyfriend. More like a costar on a filming set.
That was a good way to put it- your life had become a movie and you were just an actress putting on a show. Caked in makeup and forcing a smile.
Dear Oikawa,
I can’t do this anymore. I want to go back to the way things were before we started dating. I know we already talked about how that won’t work for you, so I understand that means we’re breaking up. I’m sorry, but I think this is best for me.
Love,
(Y/n)
It felt good to undo the bun and braids. It felt even better to slide your glasses up your nose and slip on a simple, comfy T-shirt. Nostalgic might be the best word for what you were feeling, but either way, you were more comfortable than you had been in months. Why had you ever given this up?
You looked in the mirror and smiled. You’d washed off all of the makeup, revealing more than a few blemishes, but you didn’t care. You liked the way you looked and you’d be damned if you went back to drawing on your face every morning.
It was strange walking into school that morning. It was like you’d become invisible. No longer did people turn their heads to look at you, nor did you walk alongside Oikawa. But it didn’t feel lonely. What was the point of having a boyfriend when it was just for appearances? You’d always felt like there were miles between you both- as though you couldn’t reach him even with your fingers intertwined.
Your first class was with Oikawa and you weren’t looking forward to it. He might be mad, after all, that his “power couple girlfriend” dumped him and went back to looking nerdy. You chose your old seat, one near the front of the class, instead of the back row where all the “cool people” sat.
When Oikawa entered the classroom, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you as though he couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t blame him- you looked completely different than he was used to. You were actually surprised he even noticed you.
He walked closer and you shrank into your seat a little, not looking forward to a confrontation. But to your shock, he slid into the seat next to you, dropping his backpack on the floor and pulling his stuff out of it, settling into the desk as though he’d always sat there.
“What are you doing?” You blurted out.
When Oikawa turned to you, he studied you with great interest, as though you were an art piece in a museum. There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks, something he’d never had when the two of you were dating.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Oikawa crooned, reaching a hand out to your face.
You jerked away, startled and confused. What was with this sudden change in behavior?
“You know, you never really officially broke up with me,” Oikawa shrugged, a creepy, possessive grin curling across his lips, “And even if you did…”
He turned to you, eyes dark with something you couldn’t place. Something that chilled you to the bone.
“I wouldn’t accept it.”
#yandere#yandere haikyuu#yandere x reader#haikyuu!!#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere oikawa#oikawa tooru
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🥺👉🏻👈🏻 If you’re still taking drabble requests, I would love to see your spin on something for Barbatos or Asmo.
I’m completely normal about them, I swear.
I deeply apologise for what i'm about to do jes <33
Drabble ask game
"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"
The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him.
Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.
Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash. He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.
Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.
This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.
Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?
So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.
Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!
The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.
"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.
I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.
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#alexa play mirrorball by taylor swift#me everytime i give asmo insecurities 🤪🤪#obey me x reader#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me x mc#obey me fluff#obey me angst#om imagines#obey me asmo x reader#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo x mc#asmodeus angst#asmodeus x reader#om asmodeus#asmo x reader#asmo x mc#omswd x reader#om! asmodeus#obey me x you#obey me drabble#obey me imagines
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Vixen
PAIRING: timeskip!Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader
GENRE: smut (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: oral (m receiving), cum eating
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
SUMMARY: With your boyfriend's help, you put your new lip stain's transferability to the test. All characters are 18+
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“In here!”
Having called your name from the kitchen, the former athlete follows your voice. Your tone indicated you were distracted, and with his current need for your attention, he knew he had to get to the bottom of this.
Hanamaki pokes his head into your shared bedroom at your response, quirking his brow. There, he finds your back to him, seemingly focused on your reflection in the full-length mirror. Careful not to startle you, he quietly approaches your figure, soon hearing a light click.
“Whatcha’ doin’?” Hanamaki hums, peering over your shoulder. You blink in surprise, then compose yourself quickly before facing him.
“Just getting ready,” you respond. In your hold is a tube of lipstick, and you return your attention to the mirror to fix potential makeup errors. “Some girl friends and I are having lunch and going shopping today.”
“Was that today?” Your boyfriend purses his lips. Your brows crease as you eye his reflection. He chuckles, a twinge of nervousness still somewhat noticeable in his voice. “Kidding, kidding.”
You don’t bother answering, instead opting to fan your lips, which sport a mid-tone rose hue. You then face your partner again.
“What do you think?” You step back to give him a once-over, tilting your head at different angles to show off your makeup.
Hanamaki whistles lowly, his eyes scanning every inch of you before he takes your hand, pulling you into him. “I’m a real lucky guy.”
“Obviously.” You laugh airily, tightening the embrace before pulling away several seconds later. His eyes soften; no matter how often you two tease and poke fun at each other, he meant what he said. Judging by your equally-smitten expression, you’re aware of this fact.
Hanamaki’s eyes trail to your lips, his lids drooping slightly. “New lipstick?”
You hum in confirmation, the corners of your lips twisting upwards. “Lip stain.”
“Lip stain?”
“A lipstick that basically won’t come off.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, staying there for a few seconds before pulling back and making your boyfriend face the mirror. No evidence of your affection is to be found on his face, and his brows raise in slight fascination. “Totally kiss-proof.”
Hanamaki perks up at your last comment. “Bet.”
Not a second later, you smash your lips against his, making him produce a strange noise in surprise before following your lead. Unfortunately for him, you pull back before things can escalate, and he pouts. You quickly kiss his pursed lips as an apology, then gently turn his head to look at his reflection once more. Not a stain in sight.
“Oh, wow,” Hanamaki mumbles, squinting his eyes ever so slightly at the mirror. You giggle silently before leaving a trail of soft kisses from his jaw down his neck. Your boyfriend subconsciously tilts his head, giving you more access as he sighs from your touch. “Oh, wow.”
You giggle again, tickling his skin as one of your hands slides down his body and playfully tugs at his sweatpants’ waistband. Hanamaki’s head snaps towards you, meeting your narrowed gaze. A familiar smile grows on your painted lips, and he gulps.
“There’s one more thing I wanna try to test this product,” you whisper like you two aren’t the only ones in your shared apartment, like you’re palming his bulge in a crowd, in front of an audience. His face explodes with heat like he’s being watched. “Mind if I give it a go? Just to be sure, of course.”
Your boyfriend’s mind draws a blank. It’s not uncommon for either of you to initiate sexual acts, though it doesn’t stop him from getting flustered whenever you make the first move. As much as he loves taking care of you, having you take control gets him feeling like a high schooler again—antsy, surely sweating as heat radiates off his body, and his thoughts reel past him as he stays stuck in his brain. The same person who put him in that spiral is the only one who can pull him out of it.
Your hand slowly glides back up his body and away from his crotch, and Hanamaki snaps out of his state. He grabs your wrist, halting your retreat, and your eyes widen at the sudden action. You’re quick to regain composure, however, and a smirk grows on your face. With your lips back on his, you lead him to your shared bed, the back of his knees hitting the side and forcing him to sit on the mattress. Neither of you pulls away from the kiss, even as you assist him in removing his sweats and boxers down to his ankles and freeing his cock.
Much to Hanamaki’s displeasure, you break the little makeout session, dropping to your knees and settling between his thighs. You give him another look–peering up at him through your lashes with that same smirk–though you wait like he might back down. Your lover only further spreads his legs, leaning back on the bed with his hands and giving you a reassuring smile, doing his best to ignore the acrobatics in his belly.
Knowing you, your boyfriend braced himself for your upcoming teasing, only to hiss when you took about half of his cock in your mouth. A shiver crawls up his spine, and he lets out a gurgled whine.
You’re not wasting any time, your mouth warm and wet as you coat his shaft with your saliva. Hanamaki has to refrain from snapping his legs closed with you in between them, flexing his thighs to keep him grounded as his breathing grows shallow. The view below doesn’t help; pretty painted lips wrapped around his cock, a light sheen of drool glossing them the more of his dick they take. He’s almost embarrassed at how fast his vision grows hazy.
The sounds are just the icing on the cake, ringing in his ears and sure to bounce around in his skull for the rest of the day. The loud slurping and gulping have him gripping the sheets, trying his best not to grab your head and force the rest of him down your throat. Not that it was necessary, what with you reaching his base in no time, the air from your nostrils fanning his trimmed pubes. Every time you pull back, a clear ring of your spit and his precum stays behind, some of it even oozing down to his balls.
“Shit, baby,” Hanamaki drawls, throwing his head back as you bob yours faster. You moan–on purpose, no doubt–and the vibrations make his toes curl. It isn’t until he hears you gag does he realize he’s been lazily rutting into your mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs as you match his rhythm, encouraging his desperate movements. “O-Oh~”
His release is approaching a little too quickly for his liking. It’s nothing either of you isn’t used to, but it doesn’t embarrass him any less. He can only hope you’ll spare him any teasing this time, especially considering no coherent words can leave his parted lips. Just louder whimpers, a desperate gaze falling on you, and hope that you’ll get the message.
And you do, it seems. The coil in your lover’s belly snaps, his core muscles tightening as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your warm and awaiting mouth. The contractions of your throat as you swallow every drop make him quiver, and soon your touch becomes too much for him to handle. Something else you seem to be aware of, as you take your time sliding the rest of his cock out of your mouth, teasingly pulling back from his tip with a loud and wet pop.
Hanamaki has to blink a few times to steady his vision, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. You, on the other hand, rise from your spot as if the past couple (yes, couple) of minutes didn’t happen, making your way to the nightstand to check your phone.
“Gotta get going,” you say, your voice somewhat hoarse. Your boyfriend doesn’t miss how you lick your lips clean before glancing at the mirror. “These stains are something else.” You face him again, offering a smile while smoothing out your dress. He couldn’t respond even if he wanted to, your nonchalance entrancing him and sending blood rushing downwards once more. After several seconds of silence, you pick up your purse by the vanity, plopping your phone inside as you exit the bedroom. “Might have to get more shades later today.”
Your tone was so casual that Hanamaki hadn’t realized what you said until he heard the entrance door shut. His gaze immediately falls to his cock, with the only evidence of your activities being the subtle shine from your spit blanketing his shaft. No colour in sight, aside from the vermillion hue of his tip, it’s like you weren’t wearing any makeup when you were sucking the life out of him.
With his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he drops onto the mattress, his pants still bunched at his ankles and his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat.
Oh, wow.
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#fanfic#fanfiction#hq#haikyuu#smut#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#seijoh#aoba johsai#hanamaki takahiro#hanamaki smut#hanamaki x reader
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Lavender Fields-Chapter 1: Different
Summary: you give an insight into your daily life within the lab, a place you've never left after being brought here by humans. life is mundane and repetitive, that is until you meet Hyunjin, your new lab technician.
Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader
Genre: sci fi au, romance, au, angst, fluff, eventual smut
Word Count: 3.4k
Warning: verbal and brief physical abuse
Notes: welcome to the Lavender Fields series! I am pumped to release this series and embark on this journey with y'all :) I hope you enjoy the first chapter and as always, let me know what you think!
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Series Summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.
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“Time to wake up!”
You open your eyes at the shrill sound of the cheery voice that is speaking over the loudspeaker signaling the start of another day. You sit up, and blink, clearing the sleep from your eyes before swinging your legs out of bed to get up.
The minimalist room is cold, the chill brushing against your skin in the early hours of the morning. You don’t mind, however, as you are made to withstand the cold.
You walk to the door and open it, merging into the crowd of people hurrying down the corridor. You follow the queue, all of you on your way to the the morning room, a place where you prepare for the day. It is quiet, no one around you utters a word, casting an almost eerie silence, with only the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor.
Once at your destination, a lady dressed in blue guides you to a stall, your daily outfit hanging from the partition that blocks off a changing area so you can dress in privacy.
There's a small mirror plastered on the wall, tiny cracks scattered throughout from years of age, but still usable nonetheless. You look at your reflection, your face puffy from sleep and eyes bloodshot. You tossed and turned last night as you kept being awakened by vivid images flashing across your mind leaving you in a panic.
You eyes travel down to the small engraving on the side of your neck that has been there since birth. It blends in perfectly with your skin, the intricate swirls almost looking like a tattoo.
Sighing, you grab the white garment from its hanger and slide it over your head, the scratchy material rubbing against your skin, the feeling almost akin to sandpaper. You don’t mind however, as you can’t tell since you’re not programmed to feel unlike most humans.
Once dressed, the lady fixes your hair, brushing the long strands that travel down your back and land at your tailbone. She ushers you out of the stall once done, ordering you to follow the others in line to your assigned work room.
You arrive in minutes, your desk set up with your task for the day. Today looks like you’re organizing testing supplies as there’s a haphazard pile of tubes, wires, and other things in the center of the desks.
Sitting down, you begin your work, keeping your eyes on your materials that are in front of you. It’s silent in the room as no one says a peep.
Watchers pace the rows with their hands behind their backs, their eyes trained on you and your peers, ensuring the job gets done appropriately.
If you mess up a task, they scold you but it makes no difference. You do not understand the meaning behind the words, not understanding why they scrunch their face up in a scowl, spitting words in your face as to what you did wrong and how useless you are.
The morning passes and you work until your stomach growls, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You immediately put down your supplies as there’s the ring of a bell over the intercom, signaling it’s time to make your way to the lab.
You only get food after morning work and going to the lab, the humans claiming it’s a treat, a present for being obedient. That’s why you obeyed, completed your work, and let them experiment on you without complaints.
So is the life here within Biofuture labs.
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You are y/n, from the planet Gevora, which is light years away from planet earth in which you now reside. You resemble the humans here on earth, the only difference being you are emotionless, as they were not needed on your home planet.
Your only home that you’ve ever known is Biofuture labs, a name you’ve seen many times on the doors you pass on a daily basis. You were born here, within the confines of this building, and taken away from your mother at age five, where you were put with the other children from your planet.
You don’t remember much about your mother, but then again you don’t remember much of anything of your past. Only that you are 25 years old and you have the number 032518 inscribed on your arm.
Your days are busy and long here within the lab, the technicians making sure no one is idle. Mornings are spent completing your assigned task, similar to a job, a concept you know of because of a description you read in a book.
Mid to late mornings are spent in the lab, your assigned lab technician running different tests on you, jotting down responses and results.
You’re not sure what they’re testing for, but you’ve noticed they take special interest in you for some reason, as they run extra tests on you, whispering to each other while staring at you all the while.
Today was no different. An orderly leads you to lab five, the typical space you spent every day in for testing. You walk into the empty space, your eyes roaming the area to take in your surroundings.
The walls are a ghostly white and there’s a table with two chairs in the center of the room. There’s nothing else present except for a window on the wall next to the door. However, every time you try to look through it, you only see your reflection.
You walk towards one of the chairs, pull it out, and sit down, placing your hands in your lap. You look at the man across from you and wait for the session to begin.
Your lab tech’s name is Raoul. He’s bald with piercing black eyes that are unsettling to you, the feeling unknown but just doesn’t sit right. He never smiles at you and sometimes he'll scream.
When these events occur, you stare back at him as something bubbles up inside you. It’s a gnawing feeling deep in your gut, that sometimes spreads to other parts of your body. If it goes on long enough, you start to see spots and break out into a sweat, all while your hands start to tremble.
You’re not sure what is happening when that occurs and no one takes the time to explain...not that you ask. One time you discussed the sensation with one of your peers during a free period, away from the prying ears of the technicians. However, after explaining what occurred, they didn’t know what was happening either, as they’ve never felt that way.
You stared into this man’s eyes, hoping that it would be a good session, and not one where he screams as you really don’t want to feel that way again.
“Y/n, are you ready for today’s session?” Raoul asked as he pulls out a stack of cards.
“Yes,” you respond, your gaze flickering down to the cards in his hands.
You watch as he pulls out the first card and holds it up to you. You realize it’s the same test that you’ve completed this whole week, the same cards, the same images. You don’t understand why they keep making you repeat the test. Are you doing something wrong?
“What do you see here y/n?”
You gaze at the image, your eyes roaming the card. You tilt your head to look at it a different angle, trying to get a good grasp of the concept.
It’s a mess of a picture, the picture not clear cut, but if you look at it long enough you can start to make out wings of a maybe an…insect or a bird? You think a moment more before nodding your head, agreeing on your answer.
“A butterfly,” you say plainly, your eyes settling on Raoul again.
He doesn’t respond to your answer, but instead places the card aside just to pick up the next one.
“And here?”
Once more, you stare at the picture, the image strange. This picture has red on the top and bottom of the black image. You remember the feeling you had whenever Raoul screams at you, hurling names that are not yours and sound insulting. This picture reminds you of that in a way, but you can’t put a name to it.
Taking a breath, you respond, “bear with blood on its head and feet.”
You watch Raoul’s eyebrows raise briefly and within a second it’s gone, his face devoid of any reaction. Did you answer wrong? Why is he looking at you like that? Your eyes follow as he puts the card down and picks up another.
And so it goes, card after card as time passes. Your responses are simple, “two people, animal skin, another butterfly, another animal skin, a face.”
At the last three cards, you sit up straighter and your eyes get bigger as something warm flows through you. This is the same reaction you had the previous days of the week. Raoul watches your every move, ensuring he doesn’t miss your reaction.
“A tiger, a person, a crab,” you respond in succession.
You let out a breath as he sets the last card down, the test seeming to be over. Raoul leans forward and stares at you with narrowed eyes. You don’t move but stare back, waiting on the next test.
“You are nothing, you know that?” Raoul says, spittle flying from his mouth.
You cock your head, unsure of what he meant. He lets out a loud laugh at your reaction, his hands coming down to slap the table. You jolt in your seat at the sound, your eyes wide as the hairs stick up on your arms, and little bumps form. You feel your heart beat faster, the thump thump pounding against your skin.
Despite this, you continue to stare at him, watching as he turns red in the face from laughing.
“You don’t even know what you’re feeling! I knew it was too good to be true!”
What you are feeling? What does he mean by the word ‘feeling?’ You watch as Raoul gets up and walks your way, stopping right next to you. He grabs your hair and forces you to look up at him.
You comply without protest, your hands still in your lap.
“You. Are. Nothing.”
He releases your hair with a shove, your hands reaching out for the table to catch yourself from falling. You blink once, twice before an orderly is next to you, ordering you to get up and follow them out of the room. It seems today’s testing is over.
“Dinner will be in a few hours. You will wait in your room until said time,” the orderly saids, glancing at you in her periphery.
You nod and continue to follow her all the way to your room. She unlocks the door and lets you in, closing and locking it once you cross the threshold. You glance at the door before glancing at your room, taking in the few belongings you have.
Your bed sits in the corner, a simple blue blanket placed neatly on top, your pillow fluffed and ready for nighttime. Next to your bed is a pile of an assortment of books that you have acquired over the years. You often sit curled up in the corner reading, filling your head with other worlds and what is in them.
However, your most prized possession is the mural on the wall across from your bed that you have been working on. In different vibrant shades of purple, you have painted lavender flowers. The wall is covered in delicate strokes of the purple stems, accompanied by the brown stalk that anchors it to the ground.
You discovered the flower in one of your books, your eyes lighting up at the picture. You remember touching the page with your fingertips, lightly brushing over the image as you stared at the beautiful colors. After that moment, you worked extra hard to earn favor with some of the orderlies so you could acquire paints.
You were going to recreate the scene so you could go to the place with the flowers, the pretty lavender flowers. That was years ago. The wall was halfway painted in the beauties, causing you to feel warm inside.
Walking further inside, you grabbed your paints and paintbrush and kneeled down to paint, your mind drifting in the mundane task that you have grown accustomed to. Your eyes wandered over the wet paint, as you paid attention to the tiniest detail, wanting to get the picture just right.
Time passed and you painted, lost in the world of lavender, that you didn’t hear the bell outside your door signaling dinner. You jumped when you heard the door open, dropping your paintbrush in the process, the bristles brushing against the hem of your dress, staining it in purple.
“Dinner time, get up,” the orderly said, crossing her arms when she noticed you weren’t ready.
You had no time to put your supplies away so you gently set them down and got up, your knees cracking with the sudden movement. You followed the lady to a hall, and sat down next to one of your peers. Dinner was served and everyone ate in relative silence as there was not much to say when everyone did the same thing day in and day out.
The rest of the afternoon passed with no significance. Settling into bed, you pulled the blanket up to your chin. Yawning, you turned your head to gaze at the mural, your mind drifting to how it would be escape to the field, to smell their scent, and touch their delicate petals.
With these thoughts you drifted off, another day come and gone of your life here within the lab. — — Days passed, which turned into weeks. You were subjected to the same tests again and again. You were yelled at and chastised over and over, the same phrase repeated on a daily basis.
“You are nothing.”
You sat there as you were tossed around, your hair disheveled, your arms pinched, your face spit on as Raoul ran his tests day in and day out. You felt that weird sensation as before, but a new one had started to develop.
On a particular day, you endured the typical testing, but when Raoul repeated the same phrase to you, you felt a pang in your heart, and your eyes clouded over causing your vision to be blurry.
You had no idea what was going on and tried to blink, jumping in your seat as you felt tears fall from your eyes. Raoul stared at you in disbelief. He screamed that you were faking it, that you had no inkling as to what you were feeling.
Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.
You are nothing.
You continued to stare straight ahead as he screamed in your ear, chastising you for things you did not understand. Your hands were trembling, your heart beating rapidly until you heard a loud bang on the window.
Raoul stopped, and straightened up, narrowing his eyes once more at you before exiting the room. You let out a breath, your body sinking in the chair you were sitting on. It was over, or so you would hope.
— — Hyunjin watched as the director banged on the glass of lab five, the vibration causing the glass to rattle. He glared at Raoul as he watched the man release you and walk to the door.
In his four years of working here, he’s never experienced a technician as brutal as Raoul, and it was unfortunate he was assigned to you.
You. The anomaly.
You were different than your peers. Typically your kind does not experience emotions, do not even know what they are. However, you showed promise as a little girl, being subjected to testing from a young age.
His father remembers you and was in awe, watching as you were taken from your mother at the ripe age of five and brought to the room with the other children. You hesitated and held on tighter to your mother’s hand, fear etched in your eyes at the strange people coming to take you away.
His father went on to say it took you a while to adjust, your days spent separated from the other children, as you didn’t want to interact with them. Of course overtime, you forgot your mother, and fell right into the routine of living here in the lab.
You excelled on your testing, the technicians surprised at how your grasped emotional concepts the others have not. You were the only one in the hundreds of Gevorians that lived here that had an inkling of similarity to human kind.
Over the last six months, that uniqueness showed as you had interesting results after taking the Rorschach test over and over. It seemed you could learn to encompass the emotional capacity the others lacked.
Hyunjin took notice and became interested in your progress, wanting to know more about you. He looked through your files, all the way from childhood to adolescence, studied your results and the potential you had to make it in the human world, which is ultimately the labs goal.
He took to watching your sessions, notebook in hand to take notes. Imagine his horror when he saw Raoul abusing you, berating you for not being able to feel. Hyunjin’s heart broke for you in your predicament as he’s sure you were confused, not being able to understand the emotions that were going through you during the sessions.
Eventually, he had had enough as he saw you crying one day as Raoul spat in your face and called you nothing once more. He marched to the director’s office then and there and demanded Raoul be taken off the case and that he be assigned to you instead.
At first the director was hesitant, not sure if he would be able to handle you, but after many reassurances, he was granted the request.
Hyunjin went so far as to ask to have your sessions in different places throughout the building, to see if it’ll help in your journey. He was very persuasive, promising positive outcomes, which was risky, but a risk he was willing to take. He remembered silently cheering when the director granted him that power.
Now, here he was with several other technicians and the director himself, all staring down at Raoul.
“As of today Raoul, you are no longer y/n’s technician. Hyunjin will take over their sessions,” the director said in a commanding tone, his hands placed behind his back challenging any defiance.
“What the fuck! I’m making progress! Can’t you see that!” Raoul screamed.
Hyunjin shook his head in disdain, “How? By abusing y/n? Berating them? How is that going to help you son of a bitch?”
“Hyunjin!” The director said, shock in his eyes. He turned to look back at Raoul, “you are not their technician any longer. That’s final.”
The director turned around and marched out, the other technicians filing behind him. Raoul turned toward Hyunjin furious.
“You think you can handle y/n? Good luck, you won’t make a dent. Don’t come crying to me when the director fires you because you failed in your task.”
Hyunjin wiped the spit from his face and watched Raoul storm away.
He was definitely up for the task, wanting to make sure you could have a fulfilling life. One that was better than the one you lived within these walls.
He turned to stare at you through the two way mirror, watching how you stared straight ahead, waiting for someone to get you. However, he looked closer, and noticed your face was wet, as tears streamed down your face.
You didn’t wipe them, but let them fall down your cheeks, onto your clothes as you most likely had no clue what you were feeling.
He watched as an orderly came to retrieve you, watching as you walked past him, not even giving him a second glance.
He would be successful if it’s the last thing he does. He can’t let a promising, talented person like you rot here within the lab. He will mold you, teach you, and take you under his wing.
And once Hyunjin sets a goal, he follows it through.
He can’t wait for your first session together.
He can’t wait to meet you.
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SFW Catwin drabble
something short, getting back into it x
The Cat King was, for all his grace, one lanky tangle of limbs at times, only emphasised by the way he was currently sprawled out on his - their- makeshift throne. Recently modified, it could now comfortably seat two people. With the way his lover currently occupied the furniture, there was no space for anyone but the King. One leg up, so his bare foot could dangle off over the side of the arm, the other leg bent underneath. With his slitted golden eyes half-lidded, comfortably hazed, content little smile upon his lips, arms thrown up over his head so his upper arms and hands hung off the arm in a mirror to his freely-dangling foot, Edwin’s lover looked the epitome of comfort.
Which was a shame, because Edwin really did want to take a seat.
"C'mon you, shuffle up." he huffed. As Edwin stood beside the lounging form of the Cat King, the urge to reach out, trail his fingertips in a light caress over the other’s nearest bit of exposed skin surged within him. The sole reason he held back, was the way his lover was staring him down, small quirk at the corner of his mouth, merest tip of his tongue visible, peeking between his lips. Pure cheek in the soft purr emanating from his throat. Purest form of a challenge.
Edwin fully anticipated the snarky little "make me", because that's exactly the kind of playful mess he had to go and fall in love with, but before it could come, the Cat King moved. Twisted himself with an unfair amount of grace, shuffling forward, both his legs now swung off from the arm of the couch. "C'mere you." The Cat King echoed, craning his neck back, leaving only the barest sliver of gold visible enough to make eye-contact with, patting the seat behind him.
There was no hesitation as Edwin dropped himself onto the furniture, relieved to finally be off his feet. Though in the practical sense there was no fatigue to be felt, a long day of proper field work did give him the need to rest. Beside him, the Cat King shuffled, pulling his legs from where they dangled, silently offering more space. As soon as Edwin found comfort, his lover’s heat neared, curling, wriggling, twisting, until any space previously offered was reclaimed with quiet surety. A soft mop of hair met Edwin’s lap, his lover snuggling his face into the smaller man’s thighs with a happy little murmur.
Without thinking, Edwin raised a hand to cup his lover's cheek.
As with pretty much everything in their shared life, the Cat King was a characteristically...energetic cuddler. Even coiled into a vaguely round lump, he continued to wriggle, tracing the outside of Edwin's thigh with a stray digit, stretching, reclaiming his hold around a leg, repositioning the arm beneath his broad chest someway more comfortable. An endearing constant of motion, enough to draw and keep Edwin’s attention, currently willingly given.
“You're insatiable." Edwin hummed, voice laced with fondness, expression soft, as he traced his thumb along the edge of the Cat King’s jaw. Edwin smiled at his lover’s playful frown, pondering the choice of whether to nuzzle into the thigh below, or chase the soft touch of that thumb. A soft chuckle filled the warehouse as the Cat King appeared to try to do both simultaneously, with results that weren't exactly yielding.
"It's been a long day, love, I’m allowed to be." The Cat King offered, half muffled, as he pressed his face more insistently against Edwin's lap. Fingers trailed up, absentmindedly in their slow drawl, up over Edwin's hip, coming up to sweep gently against his waist, in a way that had Edwin wriggling despite not being ticklish.
"I was with you all day!" There was no malice in Edwin's voice, his mock exasperation defeated by the way he tried not to giggle from his lover’s ministrations. "Yeah,” The Cat King started, burying his face into the side of Edwin’s thigh before continuing, with an exaggerated pout that could be felt through Edwin’s trousers for all that his lover’s face was so intimately pressed to the fabric, “but I couldn't show you my love, like this."
"Insatiable and shameless. Noted." Despite his words, as he spoke, Edwin trailed his fingers through soft hair, scratching at his lover’s nape, sweeping along the Cat King's jaw, lightly drawing them up and over his cheek, ending with a light caress behind his ear.
The effect was instantaneous.
The Cat King melted.
All at once the wriggling halted, his lover going lax in Edwin’s lap like a puppet with its strings cut, hands falling to curl and softly knead whatever part of Edwin was closest, that broad chest draped over the opposite hip rumbling into low, contented purring that soaked through layers of clothing and warmed Edwin to the core.
Turning his head the slightest bit, making sure not to dislodge or dissuade Edwin from continuing his caresses, the Cat King sighed in bliss.
And promptly bit down on the meat of Edwin’s thigh.
"You know you love me." The Cat King breathed, voice heavy with emotion for all the soft whispered declarations leaving his lips, slitted eyes warm, bright with adoration as they focused in on Edwin’s face. The Cat King’s own face tilted upwards, to compensate for his current position, a heap of limbs on the floor in front of the throne.
"Get back up here, and I'll tell you how to properly show your love."
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You were lying on your stomach on your bed thinking profoundly with a frown on your face.
Suddenly the other side dips. “hey sweetie, what are you doing here ?” A hot whisper echoes in your ear, causing a current rolling in your spine. But instead of looking at the source, you huffed because now you were used to Casper and his shenanigans. “Caaaazzzzz, why do you do that always ???” you whined with a pout. “ I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetie “ Casper shrugs with innocence. “Sure you don’t” you rolled your eyes. “ Well, where have you been ?? It’s been long since I last saw you “ Casper asked. “ it’s been 3 days only, also I’m right here. And I was working on a new design. I’m not sure about it tho. “ you replied. “ Well, if you don’t know I do have an eye for nice designs. Just saying “ Casper jokes. “Sure you do” you laughed.
“Come out sweetie, I won’t laugh.” Casper calls. you have been in the bathroom for 15 minutes now.
And here you were infront of casper wearing your latest design, unknowingly giving him a twirl and checking his reaction. Casper does nothing but stare at the very revealing hot pink dress or a umm… you could call it a lingerie, or a very sexy lingerie, Sitting just to semi-cover the required parts and showing a great expanse of your skin. Casper couldn’t do anything but stare with wide eyes. All sorts of scenes started playing in his eyes.
“This… is… ummm… a dress ?? for ??” Casper stutters. You twirled again and looked in the mirror. “This is a dressed modified out of a personalized one. We made a new design out of a one that was personalized by a cutomer. Let me show you another one. That’s a bit revealing.” Bit ??? if that’s a bit revealing, then what is this ???
You came out again, wearing a black lingerie but this time, Casper could do nothing. Blood rushed to his face, neck and every part of the body possible. His mouth ran dry at the sight and he quickly hid the tent forming on his erm… you know.
“This one is also a modified version our greatest sales, especially in China and Japan, it has cat girl features, you know. Why aren’t you saying anything. I know this isn’t good. I’ll just go and change. “ you pouted with those glossy lips of yours and blinked your big bambi eyes.
You were teasing him, weren’t you ? You naughty little thing.
“Caz…ahhh….nghhh….fuck….fuck…..fuck….nghhh��…ahh….plzz….plz…plz….ahhh….” only your moans could be heard.
“Such a lovely pussy… so tight for me” Casper whispers
“Oh my God," you groan and throw your head back against the pillow. "Caz…... Fuck."
Casper was so love drunk that all he could do was take out his frustrations when he had to help himself all alone.
You didn’t mean to pull on his hair, but the reaction you get out of him makes you want to do it again. He hums and your entire body shake. You bit down your lower lip because the last thing you needed was your neighbors to hear you having what's probably the best sex of your life.
Casper curls his fingers inside you and you let out a borderline pornographic moan, cuming without a warning .
Your entire body melts and becomes one with the mattress when he withdraws his fingers and you begins to come back to reality.
"Shit," you chuckle as Casper sits back on his knees and licks his lips. That simple motion shouldn't be as hot as it is if you didn’t know what he's licking off of his lips.
Something comes over you and you pull Casper back down to the mattress. You flip him over and sit on Casper's waist showing off all your glory.
You lean down and press soft kisses to Casper's jaw and cheek. "My turn to make you feel good," you whisper close to his ear while rubbing circle on his tip "You lay there and look pretty."
You tried your best but it was sure that you were going to receive a noise complaint early in the morning.
As you woke up, you saw Casper sleeping and caging cuddling you with his all fours. Your vision shift to your body and suddenly all the yesterday’s night event came in your mind. Blood rushed to every part of your face, making you look like a tomato early in the morning.
“Someone is so shy as if they didn’t have their full stamina even after 4th-”
“SHUT UPP”
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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (8)
erwin x fem!reader
chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27) | (28) | (29)
summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 4.2k
“My goodness! You are totally going to find a husband tonight.”
“Do you think it’s too much?” The crisp air flowing in through the open window caressed your bare skin and prompted you to ask the question.
“Who cares? Woman, look at yourself.” Hitch grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you to the mirror.
You examined your reflection again, trying your best to find the confidence required to finally step out of the ladies’ room. You had chosen one of your favorite silk dresses for the occasion: sky-colored, cowl neck that stopped exactly where it was comfortable, and thin bow-tie straps to hold everything up. Yes, definitely a favorite. Favorite, as in ‘best liked’ and not as in ‘frequently worn’. In fact, this was the first time the poor thing ever left your room, where a teenager version of yourself used to wear it late into the night, when the risk of getting caught by your mother equaled zero. She didn’t even know you owned it, but you were certain the thigh slit and the flirty silhouette would be reason enough for her to disapprove. But to be fair, you didn’t remember the fabric ever hugging you this way before. Your body had obviously changed a lot over the years, and you were surprised it still fit.
“Jeez. I really wish I wasn’t on duty tonight, so I could wear one of these.” Hitch let out a disheartened sigh. Her chin was resting on your right shoulder and her eyes examined your reflection from head to toe. When they stopped at the slit in your right leg she said “Those thighs won’t have a problem finding their way into a gentleman’s heart.” She gave you one of those smirks you had missed so much. “Or into his bed…”
“Sadly, I’m not here for that tonight. I’m here for work.”
“Sorry but no one who is here just for work, one, looks this good in a slip dress, and two, takes this long to come out. What about punctuality?”
She was right. You had already taken too long. So, very reluctantly, you decided to walk out the door. But as soon as you stepped out, heads started turning in your direction, the attention mostly coming from women wearing pastry-shaped gowns and opera gloves.
You would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting the attention. You knew the dress had been a daring decision. The moment you slipped on it, you confirmed it had the potential to make heads turn, and maybe some part of you actually wanted a taste of that. Would admitting it make you an attention-seeker? According to your script, however, the scene was supposed to play out a little different, and you had imagined yourself actually enjoying it. But, in real-life, the only thing the dress was succeeding at was awakening dormant insecurities, like that feeling of inadequacy you had almost forgotten about. How could you have forgotten though? You used to be inseparable. That was until you started working at the Survey Corps. You thought of your office, and the familiar picture comforted you for a brief moment, until you remembered it was now miles away.
You smoothed down the front of your dress, in part to look busy and also to dry your sweaty palms, but unlike the silky fabric, the crowd’s eyes felt rough on your skin. And you wished you had decided to wear something less special, something that would allow you to camouflage and pass as one of them. Why did I wear this? Your eyes tried to find the answer in a very promising spot on the floor. Maybe it had been out of pity for the dress. As a dress, it would be disappointing to spend all your life in a dark closet. Maybe it had been for old time’s sake. Since you hadn’t felt that out of place in months, maybe you wanted to remind yourself of the sensation. Or maybe it had all come down to something as simple as the color, and how it reminded you of something you had grown to like so much over the last months.
You turned to Hitch, displaying your bare back to the crowd.
“I can’t do this. Not like this. I’ll go get my coat.”
“Absolutely not. You look perfect, that’s why they are staring, because they like what they see. In fact, I would be worried if they weren-” Her eyes got lost in a particular spot on the other side of the room. “Woah, your boss is hot.”
You turned around and felt like you were coming undone. You didn’t understand why all these eyes were fixed on you, when clearly the best view was across the room, where he was standing.
One look at him and it was obvious that tuxedos had been created just so they could be worn by him. That black suit was exactly the kind of fit a woman would pick out for her man to wear at an event like this. And, while the slicked back hair undoubtedly contributed to the fireworks lighting up all over your skin, the real devil was in all the other details. It was in the way he kept his shoulders back and his chin high as he spoke, in the unconcerned drumming of his fingers against his leg, in the way he threw his head back when laughing, and in the way he seemed to fall into place everywhere he went, whether it was a room full of intimidating people, or a field full of titans. Confidence shone through his skin. Confidence, as well as everything else that made him attractive, came from deep within.
“Alright, now go out there and fulfill your duties.” You felt your friend's hands on your shoulders. “That also includes finding yourself a rich suitor who asks for your hand in marriage.” She whispered into your ear before pushing you into the crowd.
Across the room, the commander was talking to a group of older-looking men. Despite your legs feeling as steady as a house of cards, you started walking towards him. You had successfully made it halfway through the uncomfortable stares, when his eyes finally landed on you. Like everyone else so far, he did a double-take. However, unlike the others, he didn’t turn to the next person to whisper something. Instead, he started making his way to you. And most notably, unlike the others, whose eyes traveled all over your body, back and forth between every patch of exposed skin and resting at all the wrong stops, his didn’t. As he walked to you, his eyes were fixed on yours. And, in that moment, you realized you were very lucky. Because those were the kind of eyes that made the world around you vanish, uncomfortable stares and all.
When you finally met halfway, you decided you would gladly give up your ability to blink. It would be a small price to pay if it meant you would never miss a second of that irresistible smile and the way it made his eyes crinkle. He reached for your hand, and took it in with the kind of gentleness you wouldn’t expect from a man who spends his life around flesh-eating giants.
He brought your hand to his lips, and when they met the back of your fingers, you prayed he didn’t notice all the hairs on your forearms standing on end. The rest of your body was clearly getting jealous of your hand. You could tell by the way your lips parted and let out a very subtle, and you hoped silent, moan.
“May I?” He offered you his arm and you took it promptly, deciding you wouldn’t mind holding on to it for the rest of your life, and if that wasn’t possible, then at least for the rest of the evening.
When you got a closer look at the men he had been previously talking to, you realized you actually knew one of them: Commander Pixis, head of the Garrison. You had never met him formally, but you had seen him a few times around the capital. However, before any introduction could take place, a man with gentle-looking features spoke in a soft voice.
“My lady, Erwin is undoubtedly a very lucky man.”
His words took a few seconds to register with you, but when they finally did, your ears started burning, the sensation spreading like fire to the rest of your face as you realized that they, most likely, still didn't know you were his assistant.
After conversing some more, the commander asked to be excused and guided you to another group of people. And so, as you made your way around the ballroom, you realized there were even more eyes on you now, and it wasn’t surprising, the man beside you was reason enough. But the stares didn’t hold as much weight as they did before, because right now you had his arm to hold.
You glanced up at him, and your lips curved slightly as you remembered the little incident from earlier. Much like that man, these onlookers most likely didn’t know you were just his assistant. And something about that, and the speculations it could lead to, the rumors it could start, and everything else it could imply about you and him, made your insides feel as fizzy as the contents of the glass you were holding. For all they knew, the night would end with your dress discarded on the floor, and bodies tangled under the covers. And you found yourself wishing that whatever assumptions they were making would actually come true.
As the night went on, a couple of things caught your attention. One of them was Captain Levi, who looked like he would much rather attend his own funeral. And the other one was a certain pattern of behavior: Every man you met while holding the commander’s arm, purposely avoided looking at your exposed thigh or bare shoulders, and while their eyes would occasionally linger on your collarbones for an innocent second or two, they would quickly migrate somewhere else.
The evening was already coming to a close when the pattern was sadly broken. To be more precise, it was when you met the group of men standing at the top of the stairs. They had been laughing boisterously and drinking steadily since the evening started. Most of them looked like they were well into their fifties, and all six men were wearing ostentatious sashes dotted with the biggest collection of golden studs you had ever seen. The loudest, and presumably oldest, of them all greeted the commander animatedly.
“Erwin Smith, the legend himself. I’m still waiting for that rematch.” You noticed the cufflinks on his shirt and wondered if those were diamonds, because if they were, then they’ve got to be the biggest in existence. “I’ve been working on my double attacks.”
“Intuition is sometimes far more helpful than memorizing patterns, my lord.” The commander replied in a gentle voice.
“That’s why you’re always one step ahead.” The older man let out a guffaw that, in retrospective, felt a little unnecessary, before turning to you. “Woah. Just like in the game, you never cease to surprise me, Erwin. In very pleasant ways, I must say.” His eyes meticulously outlined all the curves of your body, paying special attention to your covered cleavage, and the amount of time he spent there made you wonder if he had somehow developed the ability to see through fabric. “However, I will never understand how your mind works. There is no way I would bring the missus to an event like this. I mean, the whole purpose of a party is to have fun!” The man and his friends broke out in strident laughter, and that was the only moment his eyes left your body, when he tilted his head back to enjoy his own remark.
“I mean no disrespect to you, my lady,” he may not but his body language sure as hell did, “so please don’t take offense.” With tears in his eyes and still recovering from earlier, he acknowledged you briefly before turning to the commander. “But I was hoping we could become family someday, Erwin. You left quite the impression on my youngest.”
You suddenly felt a burning sensation in your chest, and it had nothing to do with the unsolicited attention it had been getting from the man.
“She asked if you were coming tonight. Sent her regards.” The audacity of this man. If the commander were actually your man, how would you feel listening to all this? “Maybe you could join us for lunch tomorrow. She would be delighted to play against you one more time. She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” And right there and then, you realized there would actually be no difference between how you would feel if you were his wife and how you were feeling in that very moment. This man was basically setting the commander up for a little chess date with his daughter, when his alleged wife, fiancée, girlfriend or whatever, was standing right beside him, holding his arm.
“She’s a very gifted young lady.” The commander’s deep voice contrasted the man’s grating tone. “However, I’m afraid I must decline your kind offer, my lord. I will be returning to the headquarters first thing in the morning.”
“I see.” The man cleared his throat, the gleeful undertone seemingly gone all of a sudden. “Anyway, you’re a lucky man. There’s no denying.” His eyes bore into yours, successfully reminding you of a vulture scavenging for rotting carrion. “Your lady is gorgeous.”
That last remark made you feel like you had swallowed a rock; the way he had said it made your legs feel heavier than concrete; and the stare he had given you while saying it, made you feel as clothed as a titan. You knew once this man found out you were not with the commander, you were done. Once, the words ‘she’s my assistant’ left his mouth, this man would come after you. And you also knew that you wouldn’t get far, not with your legs in that state.
“Yes. She really is.” The commander’s voice sounded a lot like the rainy mornings back at the base. You looked up and found him staring at you, his lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze wrapping you like that well-worn blanket your mother always told you to throw away but you never did. You stared back into his eyes and what you saw, took you back to that day in the Forest of Giant Trees, with his heartbeat like a lullaby, and his arms like a sweet childhood memory.
But then, murmuring sounds came flooding in like muddy water spilling out of the sewers. You turned your head in their direction and realized the older man wasn’t the only one who had taken an interest in your dress, but also his friends.
And you decided you would gladly take the women’s stares over these any day. Who knows, maybe the women had only been thinking about how the color didn’t suit you or how fake the silk looked. But something about the way these men were grinning and whispering to each other told you that they were looking for something in particular, and you were sure it wasn’t the tailor’s name. You would much rather feel cheap and underdressed, than dirty and undressed.
You held onto the commander’s arm with your other hand as well, and snuggled closer, in what seemed to be your body’s desperate attempt to elude the attention.
“If you excuse us, gentlemen.” Much like the seasons, his voice always seemed to know when it was its turn to arrive. He guided you away, and at some point between the top of the stairs and the main hall, his hand came to rest at the small of your back. Even through the fabric, his fingers caused your skin to burn. And for the second time that night, you could feel the rest of your body getting jealous.
“Commander, I think I’ll call it a night.” You announced once you reached the main hall. “Thank you for tonight.” You gently let go of his arm and wondered if that was what autumn leaves felt as they were about to fall from the branches.
He nodded slightly, and, probably having no idea how nice it was going to feel, then said: “I’ll walk you home.”
“Oh don’t worry about it. My house is actually very close.”
“All the more reason to do it then.” His eyes crinkled in that enticing way they usually did and, honestly, you didn’t feel like pretending you were against his proposal.
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The distinctive smell of frost infused the night air, and slipped into your bustle coat as you walked down the familiar streets that led to your house. There was a lingering warmth still left from the summer, but the mist that hovered above the cobblestones signaled the impending arrival of winter. However, they weren’t fighting for dominance, and you wondered if you would ever know such harmony. You glanced at the man walking just a couple of feet beside you, his eyes, on the road ahead; his mind, somewhere you didn’t know; but his hands, his hands were in his pockets, and you wanted to reach inside his coat and take one.
It had been a dreamy night for the most part, but you could feel your heart shrinking a little with every step you took. Every passing street light signaled another lost chance at getting closure. And you still had lots of words awaiting in your tongue, lots of questions lingering on your lips, and your mouth was heavy with all the things that were yet to be said.
“Lord Wald seems to have problems with alcohol.” He spoke in his usual quiet voice, but there was a certain undertone propping up his words.
“Didn’t seem like that to me.” He looked at you, slight confusion painting his features and causing his head to tilt to one side. “They seemed to get along quite well.”
He chuckled. And you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” His eyes were fixed in the cobblestones below his feet, and the underlying something from earlier was still there, but this time you were able to put a name to it: it sounded like remorse.
“It’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile, even though he wasn’t looking. “But I feel bad for his wife, and honestly for any woman who crosses paths with him when she’s not around.”
“I highly doubt her presence makes any difference when it comes to his behavior.”
You looked at your hands, they were holding each other as if seeking comfort. “So, you play with her often?” You felt his gaze on you but didn’t look back. “His daughter.”
“Met her once. Very impressive player. Cannot say she got it from her father though.” You faked a smile at the exact same moment a tide of regret washed over you, finally understanding what your mother meant when she said chess was an important life skill.
And speaking about your mother, you caught a whiff of a familiar and otherwise pleasant earthy scent and prayed you wouldn’t find her beloved climbing hydrangea, but when you looked up, it was there. And so was your front door.
“It’s here.” You took a deep breath and released the parting words you had been dreading to say. “Thank you for walking me home, commander.”
He took a step closer, reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, but this time, they parted slightly, taking your knuckles between them in a single, soft kiss. The warmth of his lips and the crisp autumn air blowing on wet skin created a delicious contradiction on your hand. His eyes were closed and his lips lingered, some would say for way longer than was required for a hand kiss. It was a sight deserving of a moan, so you gave him a silent one. One that created a playful tickle in your belly.
But maybe it wasn’t silent enough, because in that very moment he looked back at you. And, as you stared back into the deep blue, you realized those were the kind of eyes that could tell you a million things before his lips could even say a word. Tonight, they were telling you something as well, and although you didn’t know exactly what it was, you knew a few other things.
You knew why your skin tingled under his gaze, and burned under his touch. You knew why the sight of him lifted your heart to the sky while his absence made it sink into a bottomless pit. You knew why his scent reminded you of every secret place you hid in as a little girl, and his voice, of a happier future you wanted to escape to. You knew why the thought of another woman interested in him set your heart on fire, and the idea of him interested in her, crushed it into pieces. And you also knew why you had worn the dress.
You knew the blue of the silk would complement your skin just the same way the blue of his eyes did. You had decided to wear the dress just so you could feel what it was like to have his eyes all over your body. His eyes were not only allowed, but welcome and explicitly invited, to explore every inch of your skin, covered or not. He could stare as much as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, in all the places he wanted. But only him. Because you had worn the dress for him. However he was too much of a gentleman to do it, so you gave him permission.
“Do you like my dress?” You took a step closer, and noticed your hand was still in his.
His eyes drifted to your lips, where they lingered for a second, before following the path marked by your collarbones, down to your clothed breasts where they rested momentarily. Then, they paid a short visit to your hips before finally landing on your thigh, visible through the open coat. It was there where they seemed to feel most at home. And it was then, when you had his eyes on your bare skin, that you became aware of how soaked you were. You squeezed his fingers on instinct at the realization, which caused him to trace his steps back to your eyes.
“Very much.” His voice, almost a whisper; his lips, slightly parted. And you could see his breath, as well as the rising and falling of his chest. He was so close you wondered if he could see what you were thinking of, if he could see how much you wanted him to take the silky fabric off you.
In such proximity, his cologne was even more intoxicating. It was musky and clean, like a fresh bubble bath; sweet and gentle, just like him. You knew it was something you would always crave, even after tonight was long gone. And you wondered how many women had been in this intimate space before, and how many of them were craving his perfume right now.
The small of your back was still tingling from where he touched you earlier. And the rest of your body was demanding the same attention, so you took another step closer.
Goodness, he was so handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you want to know how his lips moved in a kiss, and how his hands followed the curves of your body. And the situation laid out before you provided the perfect opportunity.
The perfect opportunity to stop pretending your feelings were written in some foreign language you had never heard before. The perfect opportunity to call it what it was, once and for all.
“Commander.”
“Yes?” His eyes couldn’t decide between yours and your lips.
“There’s something I want to ask you.” Your voice had never sounded so feeble. “Would you- would you please-” He nodded encouragingly but his breath on your skin was too distracting, successfully causing the opposite effect. “I- I can’t tell you.”
“Then show me.”
His eyes were holding your gaze, and his lips, you could almost taste them.
You could also hear, however, shuffling on the other side of the door, and you looked up to find a light turned on in the second floor.
“If it’s my mother, she’ll ask you to come in. If it’s my father, he’ll force you to.” He let out a chuckle and you found yourself wishing you could make him laugh forever. “Would you like to come in?”
“It’s late. I don’t want to importune anyone.”
“Good choice. If you get my father started, he’ll talk about royal family conspiracy theories all night long.”
“Sounds interesting.”
You did your best to return his smile despite the emptiness you felt when letting go of his hand.
“See you tomorrow, commander. Good night.”
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Please write a fic where reader comes up from behind Ferguson at her desk and kisses the back of her neck and then slowly unbuttons her collar and tie, etc.
The amount of joy I had writing this is uncanny. What started as one idea turned into many, and holy shit do I love how it turned out. This also is a lot longer than I had expected— whoops! Thank you for requesting more Joan, I hope you really enjoy this! Let me know what you think! ♡︎
Surprise Visit - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader
Summary: You go visit Joan at work.
Warnings: praise, degradation, semi-public sex, mirror sex, fingering (r!receiving), spanking, strap-on sex (r!receiving), overstimulation, let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 3.1k
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"Darling, shouldn't you be at home?" Joan's voice rang out.
You had left work only to surprise your lover at work. She had to stay overtime with how relentless and demanding prisoners have been recently. Meaning Joan was more tired and frustrated than usual.
You were the only one though that could help relieve her of such stress.
"I missed you," you stated with a faux pout forming across your lips, making your way around the front of her desk.
Joan's dark eyes were on you like a hawk, taking note of the glimmer in your eye, the extra sway of your hips, and the large trench coat suspiciously wrapped around your body.
The weather was hot and sunny, and Joan immediately knew you were up to no good. On a day like this you would typically wear almost nothing, and she would have to constantly protect you from wandering eyes.
"I missed you too, my love. But I still have so much left to do..." Joan let out a sigh.
"But baby..." You made your way behind your lover, and wrapped your arms around her neck. "You already spend so much time here. And you're the boss, you can leave whenever you want."
Your lips make their way to Joan's neck, breathing faintly against her milky skin before attaching to the flesh.
"Is this what you've come here to do?" She chuckles.
"Do what?..." you teased, biting down her neck and eliciting a quiet hiss. You both knew it would leave a mark, and Joan would have to come up with some kind of excuse.
"Seduce me," she husked, letting her head tilt to give you more room to mark up her neck.
"Is it working yet?" You asked, moving your fingers to nimbly unbutton her white collared shirt. Your tongue flicked to soothe each bite, and you swore you could hear the faintest of moans.
"Depends," she said. Joan swiftly grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in front of her. "What do you have hiding under that coat there, hmm?" She asked, slowly licking her lips.
Your eyes quickly darted to her chest, admiring the upper swell of her breasts and the abundance of cleavage popping out from her partially unbuttoned shirt.
If the heels were any indication, Joan was excited to see what you had hidden away.
With slow, intricate movements, you unbuttoned your own coat. Joan leaned back in her chair, eyes watching you intently as you revealed inch after inch of bare skin.
You had on a matching lace see-through set. Joan's favorite set. The same set she bought for you for your wedding night. The sight of you wearing it forced Joan to let out a groan.
"You little minx..." She shook her head as your coat dropped to the floor. "So you're telling me..." she started, grabbing at your hips protectively to bring you closer to her. "That you wore this skimpy little outfit to my work.. Did anybody see you in this??" She asked with furrowed brows.
"I don't think so.." you mumbled, cheeks growing a deep crimson. How could you know when you were too focused on getting to Joan to pay attention to your surroundings.
"You don't think so?" She huffed, before expertly turning you around with ease and bending you over her desk. You couldn't help but gasp from the sudden motion.
"I-I was just wanting to get to you, Joanie." Your hands were flat on the desk, and the coldness from the wood along your barely covered breasts elicited a chill.
"Such a little slut. Coming to see me at work in this skimpy little getup, expecting me to shower you with praise and fuck you 'til you see star." She tsked, fully standing behind you, and holding you down.
"Well you have one thing right, Governor," you teased, wiggling your ass against her crotch.
"And what is that?" She dared to ask, letting her hands mindlessly wander across your smooth bare back.
"That you're going to fuck me," you stated truthfully with a smirk.
You gasped when you felt a sharp sudden pain on your ass. It was rare when Joan spanked you. Saving it for special moments. Moments like this where you were bratty.
"Just for that comment alone, I'm not going to stop until I have you screaming my name loud enough for even the prisoners to hear how much of a whore you are for the Governor."
Your knees grow weak at her words, breath already short and ragged. "Do you understand?" She asked, soothing the cheek she just smacked.
You shakily nodded your head, daring to look back at the dominatrix standing behind you.
Another sharp smack made its way onto your ass, eliciting the smallest of moans from you. "Answer me," she huskily demanded.
"Yes, Governor... I understand." Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as you grew more excited.
Joan leaned forward, ensuring her body was heavily pressed against yours while her lips hovered just next to your ear. "Good girl," she cooed.
You could feel the dampness between your legs grow, as Joan herself grew determined with every inch of her being to be true to her words.
"And already so wet for me.." Her fingers slid up and down between your legs, feeling just how wet you truly were so quickly.
Your knees were weak, thankful your lover was holding onto you tightly. Lips trailed along your bare back with passion and determination. Your head was spinning by the time you felt Joan suddenly pull away from you.
"Wait— Where—"
"Patience," she calmly but firmly stated.
Your hands were tapping along the wood, turning your head to see her entering her pin for the safe sitting on her wall. You felt yourself shiver, knowing that's where she kept her toys.
With how often you visited, and how horny you always were, she decided to buy toys strictly for her office. And one of them in particular, was your absolute favorite.
It just so happened to be the toy Joan grabbed, and you licked your lips.
As you went to turn your head, Joan tugged at your hair to force you to look ahead. What happened to be straight ahead of you, caught you by surprise.
Instead of the usual cabinet, there was a tall, floor length mirror in its place, facing across from her desk, and your eyes met Joan's through the reflection.
"What's this?" You asked, blush visibly growing across your cheeks.
"I want you to see us." Your eyes lit up at her words. In the reflection, you can see her standing dominantly behind you, with a piercing gaze.
Her pants soon fell to the floor, and she eagerly stepped into the strap, ensuring the end of the toy was pressing against her clit.
"You have no idea how breathtaking you look like this, do you?"
"Tell me," you whispered.
Joan's hands fell to your hips, before tugging your lacy panties down your legs. She was slow and careful, and you quivered.
"Whenever I look at you, my pretty angel, all I can see is how perfect you are. How soft your skin looks, your enchanting curves, how your body is always begging for my touch."
Her fingers traced along the skin across your hips as she spoke deep. Teasing the curve of your ass with her nails. Your back arched at her touch, her slow, lazy touch eliciting more neediness within you for more.
Your ass wiggled against her crotch, only this time feeling relief when you felt the tip of her dick rub against your clit that sent jolts of electricity through you.
"Look at the way you're already begging for me to fill you..." Joan teased, raising her right hand to smack your ass even harder this time. You yelped, but a moan fell past your lips right after.
"Please... I need you.. so bad," you whined, letting your lips fall into a pout as you gazed at your lover through the mirror.
Joan leaned in, letting her lips linger to the side of your head. When she speaks, her voice is low and gravely, and you could feel your pussy clench around nothing.
"Can't take more of what?"
"More of this damned teasing. Please, baby.. I need you. All of you."
Joan let out a low chuckle, as she started kissing a line from your ear, back down your neck, and all the way down the line of your spine.
Your breath hitches when you see her drop to her knees behind you, her tall shadowy figure no longer hovering behind you. Her fingers caress the curve of your ass, admiring the deep shade of crimson she had caused.
"You're still teasing... Joan, please!" You went to wiggle your ass, but Joan held a firm grip on you to keep you still. Her lips were hot against your ass, using her teeth to nip against your skin. The sweet, hard sting sent you reeling.
Before you could even wince, Joan soothed the bite with a soft, gentle kiss. "Since you've come all this way..." she spoke up, standing tall behind you once more. "Might as well make it worth it.."
You had no time for a rebuttal before Joan slammed her hips forward, bottoming you out instantly with her faux cock. The sudden intrusion sent you forward, having to hold yourself with a deathly grip on the edge of her desk.
"Fucking hell!" You cried out, not expecting her to go straight in. If there was one thing to know about Joan, it was that you never knew what she was going to do next.
She was a wild card, and it was exhilarating. The sweet sting of her filling you completely, and the mix of pleasure had you letting out moan after moan as Joan set a quick and rough pace.
"That's it, take my cock like the little whore that you are. I want to hear you screaming my name," she demanded between grunts.
When your head fell forward, Joan wrapped her hand in a handful of your hair, before giving it a yank to force your head to look straight into the mirror.
"I want you to look at me while I fuck this pussy of yours," she groaned. Skin was slapping roughly against skin, and your pussy was dripping wet. The two noises put together along with your moans, was straight out of a porno. It was dirty, yet thrilling.
You nodded your head, keeping contact with your lover through the mirror. Her hair was tussled, brows were knitted in concentration, and you took note of how her shirt was now completely unbuttoned, and her tie was undone around her neck, giving you a full view of her breasts tightly restrained by her dark bra.
It was a sight that you took in every inch of, memorizing it, wanting to etch it into your brain to remember forever.
"Joan, I'm so close!" You cried out.
"Already?..." she tsked, slapping your ass once more. "Can't take my cock for a mere minute before you're already coming. So fucking pathetic," her said sharply.
Your arms felt like jello, growing weaker and weaker as the seconds went by, making it harder for you to hold yourself up. "I—I can't- Joan!" You were louder than you had expected, feeling your pussy clench before letting go.
You came with a loud moan, tears brimming at the edge of your eyes as Joan held a deep, seductive smirk on her face as she watched you become undone.
Her pace stayed the same, allowing you to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. Wanting to see your tear stained cheeks. Wanting to see you turn into mush from her fucking you.
Your breath hitched when Joan pulled you up by your hair, before flipping you around to face her. "M-my, legs...Fuck, I can't!" You shook your head, but Joan wasn't having it.
She pulled you up by your thighs, swiftly carrying you to the window in her arms as your legs wrapped around her waist for support.
"You didn't think I was going to stop at one, did you?" She cocked her head to the side as your eyes widened.
Your back hits the window with a thump, and Joan ensured you were stuck in place, before reaching a hand to grab a fistful of her cock. She spit on the length, allowing the saliva to linger before pumping to spread the wetness along her cock before teasing at your used entrance.
"Joan, the prisoners.. w-what if—"
"They see us? Oh sweetheart, you should've thought about that before you came in here with that slutty little outfit wanting to be fucked." She smirked devilishly.
Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, so Joan leaned forward, taking the opportunity to cup your breast. She brought a nipple to her mouth and sucked.
You moan out and arch into her, your fingers desperately clutching at her now messy bun to pull her closer. You're trapped and completely at her mercy as she lavished your perky breasts with loving nips and licks.
"Yesss..." your legs tighten around her waist.
"Can you stand?" She asks, eyes dark with desire.
"I think so... why—" you gasp when Joan hastily puts you down and spins you around. Your hands make way to the window, splayed out against the cool glass.
Her body is heavy and warm behind you, as her hands make way to your waist once more. You arch your back to grind against her cock, and let out a soft moan when the tip presses against your throbbing clit.
"Always so eager.." Joan runs her hands down your back and back over your ass. Her hands stay there, massaging the fat before giving each cheek a hard smack.
A low growl escapes her throat as she finally stops teasing you. One slender finger finds its way into your seeping hole, and you find yourself yelling out her name.
You were so sensitive, your pussy clenching around her single digit as she warmed you back up. It takes everything in you to steady yourself.
"Fuck me with your cock.." You reach back to pull at her wrist. Joan doesn't budge, and instead inserts a second finger, making you gasp.
"I thought I already told you to be patient," she kissed your neck. "Impatient little sluts don't get what they want." You groaned at her words, but knew you wouldn't get your way if you didn't listen.
Her other hand reaches up to tweak your nipple, and Joan lets out a groan. She loved how hard your nipples got, and how perfectly your breasts fit into her hand. Like they were made just for her.
Your moans grew louder once more, and if anyone walked by the door, they would know exactly what was going on behind closed doors.
Your legs were quick to start shaking, your upcoming orgasm coming faster than before. You hadn't expected it, but Joan matched the pinching of your nipple to her finger thrusting.
"I need you to come for me. I want to feel you come around my fingers." Her words were more than enough to send you flying over the edge.
"Joan!" Your legs shook, and your breath fogged up the glass as you breathed heavily. You couldn't help but shout her name as you slumped forward against the window.
Joan slows her pace, giving you a moment to recover by placing gentle kisses to your back to soothe your shaking body.
"That's it, baby. So good for me..." She cooed, noticing how spent you were. You peaked back with a smile, legs feeling weak.
"One more? Please? With the strap this time..." you pleaded, and Joan couldn't help the chuckle she let out.
"Are you sure you can take it? Darling, you look like you're about to fall over," she noted, pointing down at your shaking legs.
"Looks like you'll have to pick me up again," you bit your lower lip with a humorous glint in your eye.
Joan shook her head as she helped you turn back around. Fingers tapped at the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, in which you eagerly did.
"God, what am I going to do with you..." Joan pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, before bringing her lips to your own.
Finally, she lines her cock up to your entrance, and slowly pushes herself in. "Joan..." you mumbled into the kiss, just before she shoved her tongue down your throat.
Your hips instantly buck to meet her thrusts, tingles of electricity shooting throughout your entire body. You gasp when she reaches the deepest part within you, hitting the spongy spot inside your cunt that had you seeing stars.
Joan was hungry and determined, alternating between long, slow strokes and hard, deep thrusts with her hips.
"Yess...just like— that!" Your head fell against the glass as your back arched, giving Joan a better view of your bouncing breasts.
Joan smirks down at you, letting out her own quiet moans as the strap rubbed beautifully against her clit. Her eyes glistened with desire, watching you fall apart once more.
Her thumb reaches between you, rubbing circles along your puffy clit. You can't seem to remember what you were about to say, getting completely lost in the pleasure of being thoroughly fucked in your lovers office.
The only thing in your mind was Joan. The way she fucked you so good, her eager hands on your skin, and her wet mouth against your own. She was dominant in every way. And both of you relished in it.
She circles your pleasure point, once, twice, three more times until you come hard around her faux cock with a scream. Your nails dug into her skin, leaving crescent marks along her flesh, and Joan felt herself come right after you.
You feel broken and exhausted, and Joan could tell. She soothed you with kisses along your face, peppering the corner of your eyes to stop the overstimulated tears from falling.
"That's my good girl, just breathe with me," she cooed. Her movements slowed, before she pulled out of you. "You took me so well."
Even though you were overstimulated, the feeling of her leaving you empty had the tears falling. You couldn't even control it at this point, as you no longer had control over your body.
Your brain was mush, and your head was spinning as you tried coming down from your high. Joan, taking pity on you, carried your limp body to her chair.
She sat you down gently before sliding out of the harness, choosing to deal with the toy later and take care of you first.
"Here. Drink." She demanded, handing you her half-empty glass of water from earlier. "You'll feel better." As you hummed drinking the crisp water that immediately soothed your dry throat, Joan took the necessary actions to clean you up.
First she grabbed a clean cloth from one of her many, many drawers, and bent down between your legs. She paused, waiting for the nod of your head before she gently wiped you clean.
You whined from the touch, and Joan soothed you with quiet hushes and sweet praises. Even placing a tender kiss on your knee. It was the tender moments like this that made your heart swell.
Yes, she could be very demanding and dominant during intimacy, but she would only give you what you could take. Ensuring she was still sweet and caring in the end. After all, you were her guardian angel. The most precious thing in her life.
And she would do anything for you. No matter what.
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