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TEACH ME (HOW TO MAKE HIM COME) | jack hughes.

nhl masterlist, nsfw, @lovecla’s kinktober collection, chapter four:

➴ chapter warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, softdom jack, p in v, no protection (don’t do this kids!), praise kink and degradation if you squint, dirty talk, wet n messy!, subspace kinda, dacryphilia.

➴ word count: 3.4k

💌 from me to you: can we talk about how they completely forgot about the whole teaching thing and just straight up fucked each other? wild! also, will sarah and jackie wake up with trevor almost yanking jack’s door like morgan from criminal minds? maybe. have a nice reading loves!

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IF YOU had to describe what you were feeling, you’d have to say you are…

Well. Horny.

Being late to everything in your romantic life, you had never felt aroused towards a man before. Of course, you have had crushes on boys and you’d love if things went further than that, but besides Zack, you had never really intended on having sex with any of them.

Even with that guy back in high school, you only did it because you felt pressured to. You didn’t really like him, and you can only guess that he didn’t really like you either.

Until Jack.

You were sitting on the bench near the lake at your brother’s house, the bonfire near you is almost completely extinguished and you’re staring at the dark, lowkey scary lake in front of you.

It was late at night, everyone Trev had invited to his little lake party had already left, Jack included.

“Hey,” Jack’s honeyed voice reaches your ear, as you finish putting on your sweater. Everyone was inside already, and you could hear Trevor’s nonstop talk. “What’s up with the pouty lips, pretty?”

“I’m not pouting…”

He leans closer, chuckling. “Yes, you are, baby. What’s going on?”

“I just…” you sigh, hoping the darkness around you both hides the blush in your cheeks. “Can’t we move on to the next lesson?” Whispering, you look down to your feet.

Jack’s laugh makes you frown even more.

“It’s not funny, Jack.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers. “It’s hard, baby. Trevor’s already complaining about you sneaking out at night and only coming back in the morning.”

“He would never connect the dots, Jack.”

“Baby—”

“Besides that, I’m twenty!” You raise your voice, only to lower it again. “I’m twenty, Jack. If I want you to f-fuck me, it’s my business.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

Jack had a playful, yet amused smile on his face, and you wanted to kiss him really badly.

“I mean, y-yes?”

He leans closer, briefly pecking your lips before stepping back. “Believe me, I want that too, baby. But we can’t right now, so be patient okay? I don’t want Z to give you too much trouble,” he sighs, putting his hands inside his front pocket. “Get inside soon, alright? Don’t want you to get cold. Text me if you need anything, pretty.”

You nod, watching as he smiles at you before leaving.

And you’re still outside, an hour later, with your mind working nonstop. The thought of laying underneath Jack, with his dick inside of you, in and out, while you’re nothing but a whimpering mess under him made you so fucking horny it isn’t one bit funny.

Before, when your friends or even Kiara would talk about wanting to fuck someone, you thought they were just exaggerating to make you want to do the same, and after your first time going awfully terrible, you started to believe that, but now, as you get up and head inside to pack your things, you realise they weren’t kidding.

“Where are you going?” Trevor asks, sounding tipsy as fuck. “Saraah.”

“I’m— I’m going to a guy’s house,” you blurt out, zipping up your bag. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“What?” He gets up, suddenly looking a whole lot sober, walking in your direction. “What do you mean? No!”

“What do you mean ‘no’?” You scoff, suddenly brave. “I’m twenty and last time I checked, I’m free to do whatever I want. And if what I want is to go to a guy’s house,” And fuck him until I can no longer speak. “Then I’ll do it. Good night.”

“What— Sarah!”

Trevor keeps shouting your name, but at this point, you’ve had enough of his protective bullshit. He’s been fucking girls since he was seventeen years old, so what’s the big deal anyway?

You call for an Uber and put on Jack’s address.

It was now or never.

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“I’M PLEASED yet scared to ask what you’re doing here, or how you even got here in the first place,” Jack laughs as he lets you inside his house. You look around, seeing the TV on with some random hockey game playing, and a bag of chips opened on the coffee table. “Does Z know?”

“No, but this time he’ll probably figure it out by himself.” You roll your eyes.

“Do I have to worry about him showing up at my door tomorrow?” He raised his eyebrows and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I don’t care.”

Jack stays quiet for a while, walking towards you with a mischievous expression on his face.

“Are you this desperate, baby?” He whispers. “Are you so needy for something inside that greedy, little pussy of yours that you’ll run from your brother at midnight just to have my dick inside you?”

“Jack,” is all you manage to say, dropping your things on the floor and ending the distance between your bodies.

“Answer me, baby.”

“You already know the answer to that,” you close your eyes, holding the hem of your sweatshirt tightly. “Stop being mean.”

“I’m not being mean, baby. I just want to hear you say,” he grins. “Tell me, baby.”

“I’m— I am desperate. I want you so bad I think—” you breathe, opening your eyes to stare at his. “I think I’m going insane.”

“Are you?” He tilts his head. “How so, pretty?”

“I think about you all the time,” you start, pushing your embarrassment aside. “I wake up w-wet, after dreaming about you all night. Everyday before I get up I have to t-touch myself, pretending it’s your hand instead of mine down there.”

Jack leans closer and kisses your neck, inhaling your perfume right after, before squeezing your waist, hard. “Is that so, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Then you’re not the only one going insane,” he mumbles against your lips. “Because I think about you all the fucking time too. I’ve always cared for you, and you know this, baby, but you grew up and suddenly you’re not Z’s little sister anymore, you’re a fucking woman. And I want you so fucking bad, Sarah.”

You can feel his dick hardening beneath his pants and you try to get closer, even if it’s physically impossible.

“You drive me fucking crazy when you wear those little things that you call skirts, or when you wear those bikinis so fucking tight your tits look edible,” he chuckles. “When you asked me to teach you how to fuck? Sarah, you gave me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. All I could think about was fucking you.”

“Then do it,” you whisper. “Fuck me, Jack.”

“Sarah—”

“Don’t think about anything else,” you continue, running your fingers through his chest. “Just fuck me, please.”

“Fine,” he smirks. “I’ll give you what you want.”

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JACK IS absolutely gorgeous and you’re just one single step away from losing your mind. You had imagined Jack fully naked before, and even seen his dick and all of that, but once again, the entire thing did nothing to the real thing;

Jack has a tanned, toned body, abs that you wanted to wrap your hands around and squeeze— his thighs were toned and probably illegal in, like, forty-six countries at least. His dick was flushed and red, rock hard too, and his lips were slightly parted as he stood naked in the middle of the room.

“You’re such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” He smiles at you, who’s also naked, dangerous and so, so lustful.

You smile and look at him with begging, doe eyes, before mumbling a small thank you— you remembered right before your first “lesson” started, Jack said that consent is sexy, and so is being talkative inside the bedroom. No humming, no nodding; just using your words and, if things got too much, saying “stop” would work just fine.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do tonight, sweetheart,” Jack started, shamelessly jerking off his dick in front of you. “You’re gonna come three times. Once on my tongue, once in my fingers and, finally, once on my cock. Are we clear?”

You whimpered, before whispering a faint “Yes.”

“Very well, baby,” his cocky accent crawled out of his mouth, accentuating the last word. “On the bed, hands and knees," Jack instructed, his voice dripping with dominance.

You scrambled onto the bed, positioning yourself on all fours, your heart pounding with anticipation. You felt vulnerable yet incredibly aroused, your pussy probably leaking against the sheets.

Even with the dim lighting, Jack could probably see how red— everywhere really; your ears, your cheeks, your nose, your knees— and how needy you are. Your pussy was practically dripping, drenched. Jack looked like he wished he could eat you out until you turned into sand in his hands.

And to him, you’re a fucking vision. Face sweaty and anxious, and he could probably tell how much you wanted to move or just do anything, but you were being good and letting Jack dictate what was best for you and oh.

Jack stepped closer to your pliant body on the gigantic bed and caressed it, his fingers tracing a path on your skin; while all you could do was just squirm in place.

“You’re just like a doll,” Jack said, softly but loud enough to make you fucking moan. “So pliant and needy. So easy to play with, even easier to break.”

“Jack.” You whispered, lips wet and shiny.

“You like that, don’t you? Knowing that I can do whatever I want with you, with your body— I’ll mark you up, and then everyone will know how good you are for me and what you let me do with you.”

You shivered under Jack’s touch. He decided to be kind and move his fingers a little bit further down, until he was touching your clenching hole. He heard you hold your breath and he chuckled, finding it cute.

He leaned down on the bed, placing his knees on the floor, and kissing your thighs gently— he slowly made his way to your dripping pussy, his tongue licking all the way from your folds to your hole, making you moan loudly. It had been brief, just a light touch, but your knees got weak just the same.

“Hold yourself tight, baby.” Jack ordered, before diving completely into your hole.

And he ate well. He ate you out like a starved man who hadn’t eat in days as he licked and fucked you with his tongue, leaving you trashing under him— you weren’t even in all fours anymore, your knees had given up a minute or two after Jack inserted his tongue inside you. He was sloppy and messy, his spit practically dripping out his mouth.

“Jack, mhhmm, J-Jack, please.” You whispered, and it’d only encourage him to sink further, deeper inside you.

His hands were holding you roughly, and you knew it would look fucking amazing to see his handprints on your ass later. Oh, you’d ascend.

“‘m gonna… Jack, please, can I—”

“Come for me, pretty,” He said, getting his tongue out of you for just a moment, before diving completely again. You were trashing and whimpering, your eyes were in the back of your head, your mouth was open and there was so much wetness in your lips and. “Come for me like the good girl you are, baby. Come on, make me proud.”

“‘M gonna make you proud, I’m—” You were just a step away from actually yelling, with how loud you were sounding. But then. “Jack, oh.”

Jack stepped away, looking at the mess he’d made: you were flushed, sweaty, your hands holding the sheets for dear life, your hair stuck to your forehead. Your lips were red and wet, saliva running down your chin and your eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your pussy throbbed between the sheets and your thighs were covered with your cum.

“Baby,” Jack breathed. “You did so well, sweetheart. Look at you, coming like a good girl. Aren’t you my good girl?”

“Y-yes, Jack, yes.” You stated, a small smile on your face, eyes still closed.

“How are you, pretty?”

“Fine. So fucking fine.”

“Good.”

He didn’t give time for you to recover, not really, manhandling you further up the bed. You whimpered but complied, too tired to do anything else; besides, you would do whatever Jack asked you to— too cock drunk to think of anything else. You simply wanted Jack to be satisfied, proud.

Without another word, Jack got up and captured your lips in a slow, ardent kiss. Your mouths moved together gently at first, then more urgently as he deepened the kiss. You melted into the touch, your hands coming up to grip Jack’s shoulders. You moaned softly as you tasted yourself on Jack’s tongue.

He pulled away momentarily, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. "Keep making those sounds and I swear to God, Sarah, you’re not leaving this bedroom today," he breathed, before claiming your mouth once more, kissing you hard, his hand tightening on your waist.

You whimpered into the kiss, your body thrumming with desire. You wanted more, needed more. Breaking the kiss, Jack trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. You tilted your head back, giving Jack better access, your hands moving up to thread through his silky hair.

Sucking and biting his way down your neck, Jack left a trail of wet, purpled marks, marking you as his. You squirmed under the sensation, a keening whine escaping your throat. "Jack... please," you begged, not sure exactly what you were asking for, but knowing you needed something.

Jack stepped away for a moment, touching your pussy with cold, firm fingers, spreading your slick all over it.

"Shh, I've got you," Jack murmured, continuing his onslaught on your skin.

Jack said nothing as he inserted one finger inside your hotness, a fuck leaving his lips because, fuck, you were tight. He rubbed your clit, side to side, until it mixed with the remains of his saliva, getting it all wet and messy. He inserts another one, making you clench around his index and middle finger.

“You need to relax for me, baby,” Jack whispered, voice gentle once again.

“I’m, I’m— ah,” You moan, voice raspy and soft.

“Come on, pretty.”

You try your hardest— and you hope Jack can tell— and relax, making it easier for both of you. Jack fucks his two fingers inside you, curling them and searching for the thing that’ll have you whimpering under him like a slut.

He finds it after a second or two, making your body move up and up, trying to get away from Jack’s touch and he understands— you had told him it’d been a while (years) since you had sex for the last time and you had just came pretty hard so it was pretty easy for you to get overwhelmed.

Jack wouldn’t have any of it though. “Take it, pretty. If you fucking move again you’re going to take care of yourself alone because I won’t tolerate any fucking brats,” he breathed, watching as you gripped the sheets harder and— tears coming out of your eyes.

“No, no, Jack, please—” you begged and moaned at the same time because, fuck. Jack had just inserted his third finger in you and fuckfuckfuck. “‘m good. I promise. I-I’m good, y-you said it, I’m good, I’ll come, just— Christ, I’m gonna.”

It’s too early for you to be orgasming again, you’re both are aware of it, but; you’re coming and shouting and trashing, your cum coming out of you like you’re fucking squirting. Jack takes his fingers out of you, wiping them in the dark sheets, just to take a good look at you.

“Baby,” Jack whispered, knowing that you were probably deep inside subspace and everything could be too much. “Can you give me one more? Mhm?”

“I-I can’t.”

“How are you feeling, doll?”

“Good,” you whispered, like you were telling Jack a secret.

“Then you can, and you will,” you could hear the smile in his voice, even though you couldn’t see; you had his eyes closed once again. He manhandled you again, arranging you on the bed so your head was laying against the fluffy pillows and your back was on the bed. “You’ll give me one more, baby, and then you can rest. How does that sound, hmm?”

You nodded and just when Jack was about to remind you about your little rule, you opened your eyes and stared so deeply into Jack’s that he forgot about everything for a second. Jack knew he should always get a verbal answer and that he was probably being irresponsible but you seemed to be speaking with him with just a stare and Jack was weak, so, so weak that he just mirrored your action and nodded too.

He lined the tip of his cock with your hole, pushing forward and moaning because even with preparation you were still tight and squeezing his dick and fuck. He sank deeper and deeper until his crotch touched your bottom making you both moan at the same time. Tears were falling from your eyes and your lips were opened, sinful sounds making their way out.

“Fuck,” Jack moaned, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re taking me so well, princess. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Ngh—” your eyes were full of tears and you felt his dick twitch inside you. God, he needed to fuck the shit out of you before you exploded.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby, okay?” He warned, even though you were like a putty in his arms and he knew it was going to be hard for you to be verbal at that moment; you would need to discuss ways of communicating when you couldn’t properly speak but for now, you’d just try your hardest and hope for the best.

If there is a next time… right?

He put his arms behind yours, locking you up and he then really fucked you. His pace was fast and his thrusts were strong and accurate, hitting your sweet spot every time. You had tears all over your face, saliva all over your mouth and chin, looking like the cheapest fucking whore Jack could ever find. Whining to the point of making Jack’s own head dizzy.

“Ah, ngh, mmgh,” was all you would say, hands almost yanking all of Jack’s hair but he didn’t mind, no, of course not— not when you sounded like a bitch in heat, moans so sweet and delicious that felt like the syrup he liked to add to his breakfast pancakes sometimes. “T-too much, too— mmhmm.”

“Take it, sweetheart,” Jack was thrusting you like your lives depended on it. “Take it like the perfect fucking doll you are, baby, come on, pretty.”

You actually screamed when you came for the third time, almost no cum coming out at all, but your clit felt more sensitive than ever, it was too much and Jack was still hitting your spot like a maniac and Christ—

“You came all over yourself, yeah? Good—” a thrust. “Fucking—” another. “Girl—” another.

Jack kept chasing after his own release and when he felt like he couldn’t hold it anymore, he left your inside just to cum on your tummy. You were fully crying now, sobbing quietly.

Jack looked at you, fondly, feeling his heart beating faster than it ever did. He knew you needed him but he couldn’t leave you dirty, so he lifted himself briefly, just enough to reach his shirt on the nightstand, which he used to wipe the cum, sweat and saliva on your— now— fucked body.

“Shh, baby, I’m here,” Jack whispered, not wanting to overwhelm you even more. He laid down beside you, wrapping your body gently in his arms and laying your head on his chest, covering you both completely with the duvet— that thankfully hadn’t gotten dirty nor wet. “I got you, sweetheart.”

“Was I g-good?” You whispered after a while, voice small and hoarse. Jack chuckled, combing his fingers through your locks.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered back, placing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, making you lean in closer. “So fucking good.”

You heard a soft hum and it made you smile. There, with your head on his chest, and the warmth of his body close to his, you realised something: you were utterly fucked because you liked Jack Hughes so fucking much.

You started all of this because you wanted to date Zack, and prove to yourself that you can please him in bed, like any other girl.

But in fact, you don’t want to do that anymore.

Phase four of getting Zack to like you. Phase one of getting Jack to like you…?

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ariseur · 22 days ago

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how do they love? | ffvii | slight nsfw blurbs too..

ᯓ CLOUD STRIFE’s love is subtle — in a way that the naked eye can’t recognize, only the fluttering in your stomach able to distinguish his feelings. to stand so close to him; enough to feel body heat radiating, is a privilege only given to you — words left unsaid, but always heard.

cloud’s not so physically affectionate, especially in public. he doesn’t do candlelit dinners with wine and sweet nothings, or slinging an arm over your shoulder to press you to his side. but when he comes home after a long day with tifa and the rest of avalanche, dark trails of marks littering his arms and back, he comes to you for patching up.

though it takes a long time for cloud to accept the love you truly have for him (and a lot of late nights spent bickering because he doesn’t want to bother you with the wound he can’t get on his back) — one night, he sits on your bed and wordlessly hands you supplies. his eyes can’t tear away from your soft smile and dreary eyes.

he’s grateful for your patience at his awkwardness. cloud hasn’t exactly had much experience with relationships, and not the best for the ones he did have. he means well; although his words come out strained, like the molasses didn’t come up his mouth right and instead sticks to his incisors, the sweetness of his tone absent and replaced with something almost confused. you reassure him it’s okay, that it’s okay to not say anything. he always wonders how you always know what to say to him and instead lets his hand rub circles into your wrist as a response.

and when you lay at night, he’s subtle too. his soft breaths muffled into the crook of your neck as you mewl quietly, soft words spewed through your lips between sighs. he asks you a question and your brain’s so fuzzy you almost can’t hear it, until you feel fingers hook into your waistband, perched there until he asks you again.

his eyes’ll always find you in a room until your own pair meet his — only then does he look away. he can always find you, from a laugh in a crowded room or from your quiet sobs behind the bathroom door. cloud finds comfort in these moments because he didn’t have anyone to lean on like this. he only hopes you’ll find comfort in it, too.

ᯓ ZACK FAIR’s love is boyish — rosy smiles with crinkled eyes, only starlight in them at the way you compliment his technique in battle. proud hands on his hips as he clears his throat with a confident, “yeah? oh, yeah! maybe i’ll teach you sometime!”

when he’s not training under angeal and so busy all the time, being a SOLDIER and all, spending time with you is one of the main ways he shows affection. a hand in yours while the other holds a cup of ice cream, prattling on about how he couldn’t wait to come home; looking over to you once you laugh behind your hand, a grin on his face and a bump of your hip is all he needs and he’d die a happy man.

zack will kiss your tears away and cup your face in his hands, looking down on you with only the softest of gazes. he’ll listen to you talk the same way you listen to him — always. it’s a mutual thing between you two and zack sees nothing but equality in your relationship; so when he’s pulling you close to his chest with a hand on the back of your head, he’ll stand there until his legs hurt and your voice gives out.

he’ll do anything you ask — talk with you, listen to you, pass by the food stall for your favorite on the way home, anything to make you feel better. he’ll even stand there for hours, rubbing circles into your back — cracking only a few jokes to hear the soft rumble in your body, letting a small chuckle of his own slip in.

at night, he’s quick with it even with the hand that cradles the back of your neck; a soft gesture even while he’s rolling his hips harshly and pressing his lips against your own, feeling the smile that breaks out on both his and your face. he can’t help but wanna get closer to you, until your brains meld together with the sweat on your skin and the moon on your faces.

zack smells of citrus and the ground outside; and he can never quite get rid of it. especially since you start using the same body wash and pitter patter along outside to hug him goodbye. he walks away with a grin, his pulse quickening and his stomach tightening with the thought of you.

ᯓ SEPHIROTH’s love is quiet — murmured upon the top of your head where it travels through the flesh and fires your neurons, a softness oozing inside of you. a soft hand at the curve of your lower back, guiding you where he needs you to go, perhaps subconsciously. perceptively eyeing any habits you have; like holding a pencil between your teeth or stumbling over your feet — maybe a few low, playful remarks, too.

he writes you everyday when he’s on long missions. they’re usually short, but the length doesn’t matter compared to the content that’s within them, sweet letters across the page in small handwriting, signed off with his initials at the bottom and the scent of warm leather alongside it.

the warmth of seph’s skin is foreign when you’re so used to his gloves. when he takes them off, it’s a nice change of pace as you can finally feel his skin as he can yours. he’ll come home from dinner, taking off his arm and unsheathing himself for the day — he’s bare and belly-up but seph figures it’s okay as long as it’s you he’s with. he gives a small kiss to your forehead, delicate and careful, as he asks about your day over dinner; and as the lights comes through, glaring at you through the cracks of windows, you tell him.

he’ll talk about you to his friends; angeal and genesis practically rolling their eyes the next time they hear about you. he merely crosses his arms and goes on about you even further to annoy them. what can he say? you have a special place in his mind, inhabiting it 24/7.

sephiroth’s a quiet lover at heart, even while you got your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer. his breathing only becomes heavier and you worry he doesn’t feel as good until you involuntarily clench around him; his lashes fluttering with a sudden groan. you crack a grin and he puffs an amused breath through his nose before he leans over you, your pupils dilating at his whispers.

he lies back and lets his eyes flutter close at night. he knows that you only have to press your ear to his chest to hear your name rather than a heartbeat. he only hopes you know, too.

ᯓ ANGEAL HEWLEY’s love is wholehearted — because he figures; why do something if you’re not going to give it your all? angeal doesn’t date often, if at all. he was hesitant to date you only because this relationship with you and his relationship with work would probably be imbalanced and while he did find you attractive both inside and out, he wanted to establish a bond of trust between the two of you before going any further.

angeal is very careful with his love, another perceptive one. even as sleep pulls at his eyelids and a yawn threatens to escape his throat, he will always come home to you and ask how your day’s been, how you’re doing, everything before falling asleep. a soft smile tugs at his lips when he hears you ask the same, following him to the bedroom after the both of you packed and stowed away leftovers. he respects equality and trust within your relationship as well and tries his hardest to maintain a healthy relationship through and through.

he’ll send you lengthy letters full of promises and sweet words, awaiting the day when he comes back home from his longer missions. he’ll tell you about zack, about genesis’ antics, about the dumbapples in his village. he’ll even take you to see them, if you’d like. angeal is also very old fashioned — insisting that you meet his mother and that he asks your parents (or friends) for your hand in marriage when it comes to it.

while not into pda as much, there are times where he’ll sit with you outside and just bask in your presence. hand in his, he’ll turn away to hide the subtlety of his growing smile but only hopes that you don’t hide yours. quality time is especially important to angeal — whenever he has free time to spare, he always spends it with you. a freshly baked cookie; gooey on the inside and crispy on the outside.

angeal is very loving at night, too. though preferring to let you do your own thing unless told otherwise, he is just a sucker for missionary, only because he just wants your space in his; just so you two can clutch onto each other, pulsing excitement threatening to tear a tendon as you both murmur out praises that only make his hips stutter and tilt upward.

as a boy, knee scraped and tears brimming in his eyes, his father told him that something gold waited for angeal. he only truly believed it when he met you, and now everything’s turned to gold.

ᯓ GENESIS RHAPSODOS’ love is poetic — and no, not just because he reads poetry, but because the way he shows his love is almost like a dream. bordering on the brink of a fairytale will genesis’ love be displayed, almost a bit cliché.

obviously he is a first class SOLDIER as well, and balancing all the work he is and public appearances (and his fan club..), he doesn’t want to make you feel neglected! so he’ll come to your home and just want to relax. but at least, he gets to do it with you. waiting for you to finish reading before he turns a page in a book you both have your noses in, until you eventually fall asleep — he resists the urge to keep reading and instantly marks the page, shutting the book altogether and pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss goodnight.

will also write you letters when he’s far away! (yes, he might be a little sad if he doesn’t get one back) — but the type to do it the most though, as he prefers pen to paper than a call away. yes, he makes sure to kiss the letter before he sends it off. he thinks it helps it navigate itself to you and ensures that it doesn’t get lost. you laugh it off but surprisingly none of your letters have ever gotten lost in the mail. . .

also one to take you to banora to see the dumbapples — he’ll tell you of fond memories and the smell of floral days and sugar slowly creep up on you, and you both smile at it. it might take genesis a while to unfold his secrets, but he’d like to be shown bare with you, nothing hidden. he just doesn’t know how. if you gently clasp his hands and look him in the eye, expressing how okay everything will be even if he doesn’t tell you, you’ve got his hand in marriage.

so talkative even when it’s just the two of you in bed; he’s confident while he’s grinding into you, whispering sweet nothings to you and occasionally laughing at an expression you make. he can’t help but tease you even in your most vulnerable moments. he’ll place two fingers on either side of your jaw and tilt your head up to just look at him — that’s all he wants you to see as you cum. he may be a little possessive.. who knows??

genesis is a lover who shows you that the world is a beautiful place, and that you are but a beautiful piece of nature in this place. he’ll tell you that the wind whispers sweet messages for you, that the sun calls each day wishing to look upon your face, that the ocean sings in its waves in a song just for you — that it’s all for you.

ᯓ RENO’s love is teasing — laughing at you when he has to catch you when you trip, flicking your forehead when you ask him a question you’ve already asked. it’s all lighthearted though, you know it deep down. he’s catlike, one who’ll knock a mug over just to see you scramble to try and catch it or lay across your lap while you’re working.

being a turk also has its downsides for when he’s away from you. he won’t call or write, but reno can never stay away from you for too long or else rude’ll have to endure more of his complaining about the mission being too long. a real whiner, he is. even when he comes home; if you try to give him a hug, he’ll scoff and “try to push you away” which ends up being more like pawing at you instead. oh no, what a predicament he’s in . . whatever will he dooo. . .

he’s much more protective in public or when you’re around friends which is the most you’ll get. his love language is being annoying unfortunately. reno’s not into romantic stuff like that either, no candlelit dinners or dancing in the moonlight. stereotypical romance isn’t for him — even if you try to ask for it.

instead, he’ll wriggle his way behind you when you’re half asleep, nosing his way into your neck as he just . . lays there. he’s got a bruised rib and a wrapped gash across his leg, but he’ll still let you latch onto him when you’re sleeping, as tight as you can — or something, i guess. he doesn’t care. (he totally does).

he tries to act like he knows what he’s doing but reno’s thrusts are a little clumsy, paired with staggered breaths and starved kisses. a hand on his cheek and a soft look in your eyes, though. that’s all he needs before he’s holding back the urge to cum and he kisses you to swallow the whine in the back of his throat.

reno’s love is playful and albeit a little frustrating; but when you feel him reach over to you in the middle of the night for your hand, everything feels right.

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School Daze

Titania University

Be the Man You Were Meant to Be.

With a sense of pride Zack read those words on the brochure again. There weren’t a lot of men that were invited to attend Titania. In fact, until a decade ago, it had been an all-female school. Not only that, but it had been one that catered almost exclusively to demi-humans. So to be a human and get accepted? Well, needless to say he appreciated the honour.

And it had been an honour. Admissions had made that very clear when they gave him the good news, explaining how only the choicest of male students were admitted.

And now he was here.

But where was the orientation officer?

He looked about the campus, adjusting his grips on his bags. Miss Cutter was supposed to meet him by the front doors on the hour, but it was now fifteen minutes past and no sign of her. He was starting to get worried.

And he noticed he was getting a fair bit of notice.

He nervously shifted from one foot to the other, trying to avoid looking at the girls around campus. Of course, he knew Titania was the biggest and most prestigious college in the country that accepted monster girls. And he’d be lying if he said that hadn’t played some role in his decision to attend. Still, he wasn’t used to this much attention. Some goblin maids near the trees kept shooting him glances and giggles, and he was sure those three centaur girls had walked by at least half a dozen times by now. He caught himself fixing his hair again and swallowed nervously.

“Zachary Newfeld?”

“Huh? Sorry?”

He whipped about and started back a step, finding an absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. She wore a prim jacket and almost scandalously high skirt, while silver scales shimmered on her neck and cheeks. Small fins flicked instead of ears, while lustrous black hair framed her face. Her eyes had a certain… reptilian quality about them, he couldn’t help but notice. But far from being unnerving, Zack found them oddly intriguing.

She smiled, “Clarissa Cutter,” she said, putting out her hand. “Orientation supervisor.”

“Oh, ah, hello,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, flashing a brilliant smile, her voice sonorous and sweet, like a wave of gentle sound carrying him away. “Sorry for the delay. We’ve had quite the crop of freshmen. Were you waiting long?”

“Oh, no. No. Not at all.”

“Excellent. Shall we?”

She opened the doors and ushered him inside, smoothly taking the lead.

“I hope you appreciate the privilege being bestowed on you,” Cutter said as they walked down the polished hallways of the school, her heels clicking rhythmically.

“I do. Really!” he insisted. “And I intend to do my best to honour the rich culture of the school.”

“Yes. About that,” she said with a sideways glance. “I’m sure you’ve heard some things about the low graduation rates of male students.”

“I have,” he admitted.

She nodded along. “Yes. You see, unfortunately, a number of our attendees tend to come to Titania for, shall we say, less than academic reasons.”

He felt his face warm. “I ah, assure you, ma’am, I’m absolutely dedicated to getting my degree.”

“Let’s hope so,” she said with a sweet smile, yet the subtle teasing in her tone slid through him with a strange shiver of nameless anticipation, and made his manhood pulse and harden in his pants. “But all the same,” she continued, her voice tugging him back to the present, “we have a daily orientation class in the afternoons for our male students. One of the projects we’ve undertaken to increase retention.”

“Is it uh, mandatory?”

She nodded sympathetically. “I’m afraid so. But not to worry. I try to make it engaging, and I hope you won’t mind listening to me for an hour everyday.”

Zack sincerely doubted he’d have a problem with that. Her voice was so soothing and relaxing, he felt like he could listen to it all day.

“I don’t mind.”

“Wonderful,” Cutter said with another of those winning smiles that made him feel like he’d just stepped under a tropical sun. “I’m sure you’ll make a splendid addition to our school.”

Zack nodded along eagerly, resolving to do his best at Titania, if only not to disappoint the gorgeous woman. Especially if he’d be meeting with her every afternoon.

His own expectations about the college were more than satisfied as they toured the place, taking in the cafeteria, gyms, extensive libraries and study halls. All of which, he couldn’t help but notice, were positively stuffed with female coeds of every race imaginable. And though he spotted more than a few male students, it always seemed like they were outnumbered by females at least two to one.

“The dorms are this way,” Cutter said as they once more crossed the lawn and towards a tall brickwork building on the other side. “And there is… one thing I should warn you about.”

“What?”

She gave him a backwards glance, for the first time looking a bit apologetic. “You see, due to the… periodic shortage of male students once the year gets in full swing, Titania has made the decision not to segregate the dorms by sex. It just complicates things unnecessarily when the boys clear out. We keep the rooms male and female only, but am afraid that you’ll be sharing the dorm with a number of female students. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“I don’t see why I would,” he replied.

She beamed and stopped before the doors. “Wonderful. Now, this is your key,” she said, producing one from her pocket. “Room two two one. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here at Titania. And, of course, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at four sharp in the Shimmer Annex. I’m so looking forward to helping you adjust to your future here.”

Again, Zack felt that thrill of anticipation at her words. “Me too,” he said.

She gave him a last smile and left him at the door to the dorms.

He watched her go, knowing he shouldn’t stare at the way her ass rocked in her skirt, but unable to quite resist. When she was out of sight, he finally made his way inside, climbing to the second floor and hunting down his room. It took him some time to find it, but when he did, he tried the key and teased it open.

His dorm was about what he expected, consisting of two beds on either side of the room along with a pair of desks. One side was barren, but the other was clearly occupied, the bed heavy with bags, while a poster of an amazingly busty woman with cow horns graced the wall, framed by Christmas lights.

As he stood in the doorway, Zack heard the familiar sound of a shower from the room’s shared bathroom. Making his way towards the unoccupied side of the room, he dumped his bags onto the bed.

The hiss of the shower cut off and Zack heard the thumping of someone moving around. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened to reveal a fit young man in a pair of loose pants and no shirt, a towel covering his head as he dried himself off. As the towel came free, it revealed a head of lanky brown hair and two surprised eyes.

“Hi,” Zack said. “Name’s Zack.”

“Oh, hey. You must be the roommate,” the stranger said with a lazy grin. “Name’s John. Nice to meet you.”

“Thanks. Already chosen your space?” Zack said, nodding at the messy bed and lights.

“You know it,” John winked, tossing aside the towel and sauntering to his bags. “Not that I expect to be spending too much time in here.”

Zack frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, man,” John chortled as he pulled on a shirt. “You kidding me? Getting into a school that’s seventy percent hot monster girls? You better believe I’m going all in on this. Doubt I’ll be in this room at all with all those hotties looking for a guy to share their bed. Right?”

Zack frowned. Not that he was surprised. As Cutter had said, there was going to be some male students like that. Zack was just annoyed he was going to be rooming with one who so clearly didn’t appreciate the opportunity they’d been given. “That so?” Zack said neutrally as he pulled clothes from his bag.

“Oh yeah,” John said, tugging on his shoes. “Going to really enjoy my school life. Get me?”

“I do,” Zack said as he put his things into his dresser. “But I’m really more focused on classwork.”

“C’mon,” John said with a wry look at him. “You really didn’t think about getting laid when you got here? Really?”

Zack cleared his throat. “Well, I mean…”

John guffawed. “Of course you did! Every guy here is coming to get some of that sweet monster girl tail.”

“That would explain why men so rarely graduate,” Zack muttered.

“Eh,” John said, shrugging. “Some guys might not be able to handle it. Especially with the rumours.”

Zack paused and glanced back. “Rumours?”

“Sure,” John said as he finished lacing up his shoes. “You must have heard them, right? That the reason most of the guys don’t finish is because they fall in love with a girl here? Drop out to marry her? C’mon, you have to have heard that bit.”

“Not really. But, well, seems unlikely.”

“Too true. I mean, monster girls are great for a quick fuck. But marrying them? C’mon?”

Zack scowled. “Nothing wrong with it, in my opinion,” he replied.

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you say,” John said, pushing himself off his bed and to his feet. He smoothed back his hair and grinned into a nearby mirror. “As for me, I’m going on the prowl. Rawr!”

“Good luck,” Zack said, not really meaning it. If John noticed he didn’t show it, instead strolling out of the room with a lazy saunter.

Zack sighed and turned back to his new dresser. Pulling out more of his clothes, he cocked his head as he heard the door open again. “Forget something?” he asked without turning around.

“Maaaaaybe.”

The feminine drawl made him start, but before he could turn around a pair of arms looped around him and tugged him back against a soft chest. His head whipped about in surprise and he found himself almost nose to nose with a strikingly lovely face. Eyes with reptilian slit pupils in spiral rings sparkled impishly amid a mane of copper hair. A brush of scales gleamed on her cheeks, and a hint of fang was revealed in her grin. She wore a t-shirt with the words ManEater warped by the curve of her breasts, while a skirt hid her hips, but not so much he didn’t see her lower body was that of a snake

“S-sorry!” Zack gasped. “Who…”

“Just your neighbour from across the hall,” she purred, squeezing him again, in more ways than one. He suddenly felt a tightness around his legs and looked down to find serpentine coils wrapping around him. “Name’s Sammy.”

“O-oh. Nice to uh, meet you. I think,” he gasped. “I’m Zack. But uh-”

“Sorry,” she giggled, though she didn’t look apologetic. She did take her arms off him, though her lower half remained tight about him. “When I saw you in here, I just couldn’t resist having a little fun.”

“Er, right. Thanks. But the, uh…”

“Oh, don’t mind my tail,” she said dismissively. “I swear, it sometimes has a mind all its own!”

“Kinda hard to ignore it,” Zack replied as her coils slid further up his thighs and to his hips. If they went much further, they’d come across the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“It’s because you keep tensing up. If you relax, it won’t think you’re prey.”

“Relax?”

“Sure! You gotta learn how to relax around here. Or college will just gobble you up!” she giggled. “Want some help with it?”

“I-”

“I know some very good techniques,” she said, her voice dropping a little. Becoming sly and sonorous as she moved in close again, her t-shirt stretching wide across her bust. Soft breasts outlined sharply by the fabric, warping the logo like the letters were being stretched across a pair of basketballs. “In fact, that’s what I’m taking. Massage Therapy. How about you?”

“Oh, uh, Transportal History.”

“Oooh, bit of a dry subject. And not much money in it,” she noted.

Zack tried not to wince. He knew only too well it wasn’t a very practical degree. But it was what he was interested in, and what he would take.

“It’s an interesting fi-ield!” he gasped as the coils slid up around his waist, rubbing his bulge in a very unsubtle way.

“I bet. Pretty intensive too. Takes lots of… concentration.”

“Er, s-some,” he admitted in a tight voice.

She gave him a knowing look. “Mhmm. Well, I think I think I’d better keep an eye on you,” Sammy said, tapping a finger to his nose, her eyes flashing with amusement. “I bet you’re gonna need a fair bit of… help. But be careful,” she added teasingly, her finger stroking his cheek before sliding off with a flick to his chin. “Cute guy like you will have lots of interest soon. Reaaaal soon.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she giggled, her tail loosening from around him as the lamia sidled out of the room with a backwards wave.

Zack watched her go, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he felt his cock throb in his pants. He shivered again at the memory of those scales. The intensity of her eyes.

But he steeled himself. He wasn’t here to date, after all. He was here to study. To graduate. With conviction he resumed putting away his clothes.

And tried to ignore the needy throbbing in his pants…

Zack yawned, his hand fanning his mouth as he plodded up the stairs of the dorms. He’d known that his chosen subject would be difficult. But maybe he hadn’t quite appreciated just how difficult it would be. Transportal science was a heavy subject, and took a lot of effort. Especially given the professor tended to single him out a lot. Something he didn’t appreciate, given how much attention the female students gave him as a result. He practically ran out of the room at the end of class.

Though, avoiding his fellow students wasn’t the only reason for that. Or his exhaustion. To be fair, he kind of suspected that had more to do with orientation.

Zack berated himself with frustration. Though he’d been attending Cutter’s orientation class, he only ever seemed to come away drowsy and heavy headed. Just listening to her voice seemed to take all he had. That sweet, wonderful voice. So smooth and lyrical it was like listening to a song that ferried him away on soothing waves. It was a struggle not to close his eyes and just… fall asleep listening to her. He knew some of the other male students were, but she never seemed to notice.

Even then, though he managed to stay awake, he never seemed to remember what was talked about in there. He was only glad there were no tests for it. Especially since he came away from them so tired. He groaned as he plodded up the stairs, reaching his floor, and smiled in relief as he saw his room. He couldn’t wait to get in there, get into bed, and just…

“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” Zack moaned as he spotted the sock on the doorknob. Fucking hell. Every night like this! It never seemed to fail that John had some girl over when Zack got back. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if John went to any damn classes.

And John was definitely in there. Zack could hear the moans and thumps of bed posts against walls. And likewise, Zack knew that banging on the door to try and get the pair’s attention would be an exercise in futility. He’d tried that a few times with all of zero results, and when he brought it up later, John didn’t seem to give a shit. Just off in his own little world. Zack sighed. He would just have to wait.

Again.

Of course, he groused, this wouldn’t be a problem if the last orientation session hadn’t gone on for so long. Gods. Every time he finished them, he had such a headache. How was he supposed to study with all this bullshit happening?

“Fuck’s sake,” he snapped, slamming a fist on the door even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. “It’s ten, dammit! I need to sleep!”

Moans and pants were all he heard and Zack banged his head into the door, resting it there with a groan. Dammit. Was he really going to end up spending the night in the cafeteria again?

“Problems?”

Zack turned his head to find Sammy in the doorway across the hall, the lamia leaning against the frame and giving him a knowing smirk. He also couldn’t help but notice that she was only wearing a sports bra to restrict the immensity of her bust.

“Just… locked out of my room. Again,” Zack said, trying not to sound bitter and knowing he failed utterly. “My roommate is having some… fun.”

Sammy’s smirk widened. “Aw. Poor thing,” she crooned, sidling out of her room and towards him. “What are you going to do?”

He sighed and shrugged. “I guess go study in the cafeteria again.”

“Oh no no! We mustn’t have that,” she said, her tail sidling around him.

Zack barely bothered to notice. Sammy’s tail always seemed to be touching him whenever they met. Which was often. Though he’d been put off from her at first, he’d grown unexpectedly comfortable around her. Largely because she always seemed to pop up wherever he was, and had little concept of personal space.

And to be fair, he wasn’t against getting to know the gorgeous snake-girl. He just… wasn’t sure how to deal with her. She was very forceful. He hadn’t thought he liked that in a girl, but Sammy had a way about her that put him at ease.

“Not like I have a lot of choice,” he told her with another look at the sock.

“Of course you do. Just stay in my room until they finish.”

He gave her a startled look. “Your room?”

“Sure. My roommate is never around anyway. And it’s quite cozy. Promise,” she said, her tail drawing him in towards the door like a fisherman reeling in a trout.

Zack wasn’t too sure about that. But as her spiral eyes gazed into his with that hopeful look, he found his arguments dying on his tongue. And… it would save him an awful lot of walking to and from if he did stay with her for a bit.

“I… guess I could…” he said.

“That’s the spirit. Now, come along,” she purred, drawing him after her.

Zack followed the pull of her tail and found himself in a room almost the mirror image of his own in design. The same two desks and beds. The same single bathroom. Even the same solitary window between the beds.

But the decoration was considerably different. He had no trouble picking out which side belonged to Sammy. Clothes were strewn about and spilled from dresser drawers left hanging open. The sheets of the bed were in a tangle and practically lost among sumptuous pillows.

By contrast, the other side of the room was neat and primly made up, the bedsheets tucked in, the desk arranged in almost meticulous uniformity. Zack would have wondered if anyone even lived there, if not for the fact he was sure Sammy’s mess would have migrated to the other side of the room if given the chance.

“Here we are,” Sammy cooed, sidling onto the messy bed and depositing him beside her. She smiled at him, her long lashes fluttering as she nestled her chin in her hands and stared intently at him. “Feeling better?”

“More comfortable than the hall,” he admitted.

“I bet.”

He saw the tip of Sammy’s tail tug the door closed. Only then did he realize the situation he was in. Alone in the room with the gorgeous snake girl, he suddenly felt his face warm and looked about uncertainly.

“So, uh…” he coughed. “I should maybe get to studying…”

“If you think it’ll do much good,” Sammy said as more of her tail wrapped about him, sliding around his midriff.

“Why uh, wouldn’t it?”

“Remember what I told you?” Sammy asked with a knowing smile. “How bad stress is for studying?”

“I think so…”

“Well?” she said coyly. “You certainly sound stressed. Very stressed.”

“I mean, yeah. But who wouldn’t be?”

“Mmm. Want me to help with that?”

“You?”

“Sure,” she said, drawing herself up beside him. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m an expert in massage, and I can help make you so very relaxed.”

“I… don’t know…”

“Come on,” she crooned, moving in closer, her eyes bright and gazing into his. A smirk on her lips. “I promise it’ll be sooooo soothing…”

Zack opened his mouth, on the cusp of refusing again.

But as he gazed again into her bright, shining eyes, he felt the urge to refuse fade. His mouth slowly slide shut as he looked into those golden orbs. Why, the spirals of her pupils almost… seemed to swirl…

“I… guess it couldn’t hurt,” he said at last.

Sammy’s smile widened. “Attaboy,” she purred. “Now, let’s get started. Go ahead and take your shirt off.”

Still uncertain, but figuring that he may as well at this point, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He felt himself warm under the intense gaze of the lamia as he bared his chest and abs. He didn’t have much of an ego about it, but knew he was fit. And he swore he heard her whisper, “Nice.”

“So uh, what next?” he asked.

“Next, we get you laid out on the bed,” she said.

Zack yelped as the serpentine coils around his legs suddenly twitched him onto his back.

“Then we get you nice and tied up,” she purred as her body slithered more securely around him, his arms suddenly pulled tight against his sides. Her coils wrapped about him head to foot, and he tensed with a sudden instinctive alarm as he felt her body lazily flex around him. As he sensed the power in her coils and realized he was at the mercy of them.

“Now now,” Sammy giggled as she suddenly loomed above him, smirking down at him. Predatory. Dominating. “No use getting all rigid now. This is all part of the process.”

“I-it is?” Zack said.

“Of course,” she purred, her human half almost on top of him, her breasts hovering over his chest, her hands planted on either side of his head and her eyes right above his. “Lamia massage is very… special… indeed…”

Zack shivered beneath those eyes. The heat in them made him shift in her tight coils. Yet, strangely, he started to feel a bit… thrilled to have her wrapped around him. To have her coils lazily flex, squeezing and rippling around him in slow, heavy motions. To be surrounded by the gorgeous monster girl. Utterly at her mercy…

“There now,” Sammy breathed as she lowered her face a bit closer. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Y-yeah,” Zack admitted as he gazed into her swirling eyes. Yes. They… they were definitely swirling….

“Don’t you feel relaaaaxed?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t you feel easy? Soft? All that tension just ooooozing out of you?”

“Yeah,” Zack breathed, and realized it was true. He could feel the tension escape him. Hell, it almost felt like… like all of the tightness was being squeezed out of him.

“That’s right,” Sammy breathed, her voice almost as smooth as Cutter’s. “So sooooft. So eeeeeasy. Just let it all out, handsome. Just look into my eyes. Look deep into them, Zack. Just look deep. Deep as you can go…”

Zack nodded vaguely. He did his best to follow her directions, and found it remarkably easy to do. Her eyes were like endless pools rippling before him. Drawing him from his body, yet always leaving him aware of every sensation. The gentle, subtle squeezing of the coils around him. The shudder of pleasure that ached through him. Even the feeling of her soft breasts coming down lower. Pressing into his chest. Soft and heavy and making his cock throb with desire.

“Does it feel good?” Sammy breathed, her voice faintly hissing, slithering into his ear and wrapping around his thoughts. “Does it feel so nice? So pleasant? So wonderful to give in and relax?”

“Yeah,” he breathed again.

“Then do it,” she whispered. “Just let all that tension go. Just relax for me, Zack. Just let those silly thoughts get squeezed out. All that tension pushing down. Down. Down into that big… throbbing… cock…”

Zack shifted where he lay, blushing at the suggestion, even as he found it oddly compelling. “I um…”

“Just relax, Zackie,” Sammy crooned as her coils gave a particularly tight squeeze. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy it. Just do as I say. Just listen to my voice, and let all your worries melt away…”

Zack found himself nodding. Found himself doing as she said. He shuddered softly, the tightness of her coils oddly pleasurable. Restricting. Yet exciting. He felt like her coils weren’t just squeezing his body, but his mind. Massaging his thoughts until his scattered worries just… melted away, as she’d suggested.

He sighed, relaxing as commanded, and found it was amazingly easy to do as she said. To just let all that tension seep down into his crotch. To throb in his hardening cock.

“I can feel it, Zack,” Sammy purred as her fingers danced down his naked chest and sides. Down and to his crotch. Her coils shifting so his bulge was bared, helpless as her palm pressed against it. Her fingers gently squeezing. Pumping him. Making him gasp and moan in ecstasy as she massaged his balls. “I can feel all those worries down in your cock. Filling up your balls. Poor boy. We need to take care of that, don’t we?”

“Ah… Y-yeah,” he gasped.

“That we do. That we definitely do,” Sammy cooed, her face leaning in closer. Her eyes spinning with wonderful hues as her tongue slid hungrily around her lips. “Can I, Zack? Do you want me to? Do you need me to do whatever it takes to get that heavy… aching… tension and stress all out of you?”

“Y-yesssss,” he groaned, arching beneath her.

“Just what I was hoping to hear,” Sammy laughed, her fingers sliding to his zipper and tugging it down.

He gasped as his cock popped free, throbbing with desire. He heard Sammy croon as her fingers played along his manhood, stroking it slowly.

“Oh my,” she breathed, her fingers wrapping around him, beginning to slowly pump him. “Look at that. You were really stressed. Look at how big… and thick… and full you are. Big and hot and heavy. But don’t worry,” she teased tenderly. “I’ll fix that. I’ll free you from all that heavy cum. All those heavy, tight thoughts.”

“S-Sammy?” Zack gasped. “I um… is this…”

“It’s all very technical,” she murmured as she pumped him. “Very specific. I’ve gotten lots of lessons in it. So many. All to make good males nice and happy. Nice and relaxed. Nice and obedient. You want to be happy, don’t you, Zack? You want to be obedient, right?”

“I um…”

She leaned in closer, her eyes thrumming. “Right?”

Zack stared into those eyes, his protests fading from his thoughts. And why would he argue? Hadn’t he agreed? Didn’t she know what was best? She was the expert here. She knew what he needed.

Yes.

Yes, there was no reason to doubt. To hesitate.

She knew best.

Sammy knew best.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed, the tension oozing from him yet again.

Sammy smiled, her eyes lighting up, and the sight filled Zack with a strange pleasure that rushed through him like mulled wine.

“Good boy,” she purred, leaned down, and kissed him.

Zack shivered with delight as those lips met his. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers pumped his throbbing cock. He shivered in ecstasy as Sammy’s coils rippled and tightened around his helpless form. Squeezing him adoringly.

Zack wasn’t sure when he started undulating in her coils. Squirming in her grasp. Thrusting into her pumping hand. He only knew that he couldn’t stop. That it felt better than anything he’d known before. He only knew he had to cum.

Cum.

Cum!

“Mmm. Mmm! Mmmmmm!” he moaned into her kiss, shuddering as he came. His cock spurting into her stroking hand in sharp bursts of pleasure.

Sammy sighed in delight, her warm breath washing over his face as her fingers lazily stroked him a last few times, coaxing out the final few bursts of his seed. At last she lifted her lips from his, her eyes lidded and sated, her smile wide and amused.

“Mmm. Did you enjoy that?” she asked teasingly.

“Y-yeah,” Zack gasped.

“And are you feeling more relaxed?”

Zack nodded happily. “Very,” he agreed, realizing it was true. Even the headache he had from orientation was gone.

“How good to hear,” she purred, her coils giving him another loving squeeze. “Which means I’m sure you’ll be needing lots more relaxing, right? Gotta ace those assignments, right?”

“Uh…”

“Right,” Sammy breathed, the rings in her eyes pulsing.

Throbbing.

Spinning.

Zeke blinked, then smiled and relaxed. “Yeah. Exactly,” he said agreeably.

“Good boy,” Sammy said, her body squeezing him again. “Good boy…”

Zack winced as he checked his marks on his latest assignment.

How?

How could this be happening?

He checked it again, as if he might have read it wrong, but no. It remained just above a failing grade.

Which meant that if he didn’t pass the next exam…

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, slipping his phone back into his pocket, his shoulders drooping as he trudged through the dorm. What was going on? He’d been completing all his assignments. Working so hard. Making sure he kept nice and relaxed in order to get the assignments done.

So how?

How was this happening?

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. Fuuuuck, he felt his shoulders tensing and stomach tightening with stress, sensations that seemed to torture him these days. Whenever something went wrong he just… well, felt confused. Like he was too dumb to figure it out. He had to get a fucking grip, or he’d fail! Fail like all the other guys in orientation class. When he first started with Cutter, there’d been over fifty male students. Now, he was one of just a handful. All the others had dropped out, he’d been told.

“Goddam it,” he groaned, shaking his head and pushed open his dorm room.

And froze, staring blankly.

For a second he thought he’d walked into the wrong room (not an unusual occurrence these days), but a quick check showed that his side was still there. John’s things, however, were gone, aside from a pair of boxes on the bed.

But the most startling addition to the room was a tall holstaur standing by the desk.

She’d turned in surprise at his arrival, the movement sending her chest wobbling in a way that instantly arrested his eyes before he could drag them away. She was tall and unbelievably busty, with a soft face that seemed made for smiling and did so at once. She wore cut off jeans that positively strained around her ample hips and rear, a short blouse pushed open by her bust and over a sports jersey. A pair of bovine horns broke from her wavy, straw blonde hair, which she brushed back as she smiled at him.

“Well hey there,” the cowgirl said, her voice thick with a southern drawl. “You must be Zack.”

“Uh… hi,” he said. “Who…”

She laughed, which made her chest do some very interesting things. “How silly of me. Do forgive my manners. I’m Bess. John’s girlfriend. How funny we haven’t met. But I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?”

“Oh yeah. And I imagine you’ve heard a lot of me and John,” she said with a wink.

Zack flushed slightly. “I uh, right. Where is John anyway?”

“Him? Aw, poor thing. I’m afraid he’s done and dropped out.”

“D-dropped out?”

“Sure! Turns out his grades were fallin’ somethin’ awful. Poor thing realized he just wasn’t cut out for college life. But don’t worry! He found his true callin’. Yes he did.”

“Er, what’s that?”

“Why, bein’ a handsome hubby a course! And I was most happy to accept his hand in marriage.”

Zack’s jaw dropped. “Marriage? But, he… I mean…”

“Oh, I know,” Bess said with a lazy laugh and wave. “That boy was a real player. But once he got a good feel of these girls, he just couldn’t get enough!”

Zack felt his jaw drop as Bess cupped her breasts and gave them a teasing bounce.

“I uh… I…”

“And I bet you know what that’s like. Don’t ya, handsome?” she asked with a sly look his way.

“S-sorry?”

“Ya know,” Bess said, lazily moving towards him, her chest bouncing in the tightness of her shirt. “Seein’ a gal around the school. Gettin’ a good gander at her assets. Maybe thinking about how much nicer it might be not to have ta study so hard? Work so hard? How much… easier it’d be ta just be a nice, happy house husband? Eh?”

Zack realized he was backing up and forced himself to stop. Which may have been a mistake as before he knew it Bess was right in front of him, the heavy orbs of her breasts right before his face, their subtle bounce arresting his attention. He felt his cock thicken in his pants. Dear gods, he swore he could hear a sloshing in those ample tits. He sucked in a breath, and the sudden scent of her body and the flowery perfume she wore made his head spin.

“I uh…” he stammered.

“You’re a real cute one, darlin’,” Bess said, her hand reaching out, stroking his hair, nudging him forward. “A real cutie. Why, hard ta believe ain’t no one claimed you yet.”

“O-oh,” Zack gasped as his face was gently compelled into her chest. Against the immense heft of her breasts, a shudder working its way through him as he felt that perfect softness press around his warm cheeks, a wave of aching weakness radiating through him as her hands gently pet his head.

“Poor boy,” Bess cooed as her arms folded him into an embrace. “Look at you. All helpless. Such a silly thing. But I’m willin’ ta share myself between two cuties. I got two breasts, after all, and both a them could use some real… lovin’... attention…”

Zack groaned, his eyelids fluttering, his head swirling like he was drunk. Thoughts spun in clouds of pleasure and his body was hot with need and desire. So much so, he barely felt the coils wrapping around his chest and suddenly giving him a possessive squeeze.

“I’m afraid he’s not up for grabs.”

Zack blinked, Sammy’s voice breaking through the fog in his head as her serpentine body tightened around him. He looked up at Bess and saw the holstaur looking past him with a wry smirk.

“Ain’t he?” Bess asked sweetly. “But he’s still a student this late in the year…”

“That’s my business, cow. Not yours.”

Zack looked uncertainly between the two women, feeling the tension crackle between them. At last, with a lazy shrug, Bess released him, Sammy’s tail wrenching him back and against the lamia’s body. The bovine beauty chuckled throatily and gave them a smirk.

“A’right. A’right. I can take a hint. But best be careful there, snake. Or that boy’ll get snapped up lickity split.”

Sammy hissed, and Bess merely chuckled again and strolled out the door.

Zeke watched her go, enthralled by the sight of her ass as it swayed with every step, her jeans flexing against those perfect curves until she was out of sight. He came back to himself as he felt Sammy’s tail squeeze him again. He glanced nervously at the lamia, whose lips were pursed with thought and annoyance as she stared after the holstaur.

“S-Sammy?” he gasped.

Her eyes snapped to him and she smiled sharply. “Come with me, Zack. There’s ssssomething I want to talk to you about.”

“I uh… okay,” Zack whimpered as she dragged him back into her room. He found himself being plopped back onto the bed with a grunt, Sammy’s tail still wrapped around him.

The lamia loomed over him, thoughtful, lips pursed as her spiral eyes took him in, her expression unreadable.

“She may have had a point,” Sammy finally mused to herself.

“Sorry?” Zack said.

A slight smirk graced her lips. He gasped, reflexively going limp as her coils flexed around him. “Poor boy,” she cooed. “Poor, silly Zack. So deep under my sway you’d just melt for any pair of tits or gorgeous gal. It’s my own fault, really. I’m just too good at what I do.”

“S-Sammy?” he murmured blearily. “I don’t… um…”

She giggled. “Did you really think the reason so few boys graduate here is because the courses are hard? I mean, they are. But they’re not that hard. And did you really think, Zack, that all those orientation meetings were meant to make sure you understood the culture of the school? To help you graduate? Oh no. No no no. They’re for a very… special… reason…”

“Ooooh,” Zack groaned as he felt her coils ripple around him. Pulse and ache through him, his toes curling in his shoes with relaxing pleasure. “Wh… what um, do you mean?”

Her smile widened. The spirals of her eyes beginning to lazily spin. “Simple, my sweet boy,” she sang. “All those precious meetings? That time spent in that dark room as Cutter goes over and over those pointless rules and slides? As her voice fills the room? They aren’t to help you get used to some campus culture. Oh no. You never even thought to wonder what Cutter was.”

“A um… a reptile?” he ventured blearily.

“No,” Sammy cooed as her tail gave him another mind-melting squeeze. “She’s a siren. And her pretty voice has been working so very hard to prime you. To get your mind all soft and defenceless so us sweet girls can swoop on in and just… brainwash you cute boys into happy husbands.”

Zack blinked, an inkling of fear working into him. “I… wh-what?”

“Did I forget to mention that?” Sammy said, her grin widening with wicked amusement. “Oooh, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, Zack, but I have to admit seeing that look on your face is just delicious! That uncertainty. That suspicion. That realization that you were never really meant to graduate from this fine institution. No no no,” she purred, moving over him, her eyes slowly spiralling with hues that seemed to suck at his thoughts. “Titania was made for boys like you, but mainly women like me. Women who are guaranteed an excellent career out of school, but have no time to go fishing for the right man. So the school takes care of that. Makes you boys all dumb and brainwashed and deliciously helpless to our control. Gives us a chance to pick our new, obedient, happy boyfriends and just… melt them into the perfect husbands.”

Zack gaped, his mind struggling to understand what she was saying. He blinked, the tug of her eyes almost irresistible. “You… you’re…”

“That’s right,” Sammy giggled, moving in closer above him, planting her hands on either side of his head, her breasts bouncing in her top as she looked down at him hungrily. “I’ve been brainwashing you to just adore my touch. Just give in to my coils. To relish being under the thumb of a big, busty babe from the moment my tail was all wrapped around you. Too relaxed to think. Too dumb to study. But just right to be my sweet, adoring, dumb bimbo husband.

“And doesn’t it feel goooood,” she purred as her tail gave another loving squeeze.

Zack moaned, shuddering in her grasp, his lips trembling as pleasure ached through him, urging him to do as she said. To relax and enjoy her embrace and her touch. “B-but I’m… I’m not y-yet…”

“Oh no. Not yet. That’s where the fun comes in,” Sammy purred. “I was lucky that dumb cow almost stole you away. I realized how close you were to giving in. To being utterly primed to be the best hubby a girl could ask for. But not quite there. So I’m going to do it now, Zack. I’m going to make you mine right now. I’m going to let you know exactly what I’m going to do so you can understand every bit of it, and then give in anyway.”

Zack panted, flushed, fear tingling through him at the revelation.

But there was worse.

Oh so much worse.

And that was the arousal that wormed through him like a fire.

Intoxicating. Shamefully delightful as he squirmed helplessly in the lamia’s coils. Feeling the aching need throbbing from his balls and cock. The position was so familiar. So wonderfully the same. The feel of her entrapping coils squeezing and massaging him as he stared into her eyes as they spun and glowed. Feeling his body yearn to give in. So easy to sink. To give in despite all she was saying. The temptation not to fight.

To just…

Give in…

“It’ll be so gooood,” Sammy purred, her voice seeming to vibrate in his bones. Throb in his thoughts. “To give in at last. To just quit. Why study? Why bother? Don’t you like being in my coils? In my grasp? Don’t you love all these days and nights when I’ve had you all wrapped up? Don’t you enjoy sssssurrendering? Delight in jusssst… giving in? No need to fight. You’ll be sssso happy.”

Zack whimpered, because he knew she was right. He would enjoy being under her control. Trapped in her coils. Helpless to her whims. His thoughts only about her. About pleasuring her. About doing whatever he could to make her happy and be a good husband.

“Every night we’d fuck,” Sammy hissed, her forked tongue licking out, teasing his nose. “Every night I’d wrap you up. Squeeze you. Fuck you. Sssssink you into my eyesssss. Deeper under my control. My own persssonal trophy hussssband. Ssssso happy to be mine. Ssssso enjoying my love. Won’t that be wonderful?”

It would.

Dear gods, it would be wonderful. He could feel his body tremble, yearn to slip into that sweet oblivion. Blessed ignorance and eternal pleasure being promised. He whimpered as her coils again flexed.

And her fingers danced on his bulge.

“Sssssso horny,” Sammy whispered as she slipped down his pants. Drew out his cock. “Ssssso needy. And I have just the fix, Zack. Just the thing to make you feel so good. So happy. So mindlessly wonderful. And all you need to do… is give… in…”

Zack groaned as her hand began to lovingly pump his cock. He couldn’t stop his body from undulating, thrusting into her palm despite the shame of it. It was so goooood! Again her coils constricted, holding him tight. Holding him helpless.

“Come on,” Sammy whispered, leaning in closer, her breasts pressing into his chest, her eyes devouring him. “Do it for me, Zackie.”

The sound of that pet name seemed to race down his spine with a tingle of unholy ecstasy, race into his cock and throb in his balls. He gave a great groan, head falling back as he felt the pleasure rush into him. The tension tightening as he stared into her eyes.

“Give in, Zackie. Be a good boy. Be mine. Give in. It’ll feel so good to cum. To cum that silly brain away. To give in to me. To be mine. Don’t fight it. Give in. Give in…”

“S-Sammy. Sammy. I… I… O-ohhhhh!”

Zack cried out as he felt that final peak of pleasure consume him. As he surrendered. As his cock throbbed and cum spurted from him in sharp bursts of pleasure. As his mind swam and sank beneath the waves of ecstasy. Dark waters that surged up and swallowed him whole.

And above him Sammy smirked, lazily milking his cock. Even as he remained hard. Throbbing. Horny despite the shuddering ecstasy that washed through him.

“Good boy,” Sammy purred as she manipulated her human half above his twitching manhood. As she eased down and pressed the delicate slickness of her pussy against his cock. “Gooood boy. Going to make it even better now. Going to make sure I milk every thought out of your head. Make you a perfect husband. A perfect boy utterly obsessed with me. Going to teach you how good it is to obey, Zackie. Going to make you all mine. Forever mine. And it’s going to be soooo good.”

He gazed up at her, his face red, flushed, his lips panting and body tingling with pins and needles of pleasure and knew she was right.

He knew it would be good.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

He felt it in his bones.

Knew his chance to resist was now gone. The possibility of defying her was now behind him.

Her coils flexed again. He groaned in ecstasy as her lips descended on his and kissed him softly. Passionately. And his cock slipped into her slick pussy. Felt her inner walls flex and fuck him as she pulled him hard against her. Her hands stroking him. Confining him in her coils.

In her love.

In pleasure ever lasting…

“Dropping out, hm?” Miss Cutter said from the other side of her desk, giving him a knowing look.

Zack nodded eagerly. “Y-yes,” he gasped, squirming as the serpentine tail flexed and squeezed around him. “I ah… mnnn… th-think my life is taking… taking a d-different direction and that… um… that college is m-maybe not what I need in life.”

“Yes,” Miss Cutter said with a smirk at the lamia sitting in the chair beside him. “I imagine so. I suppose you found something a bit more… important in life, right?”

Zack nodded eagerly, biting his lower lip and groaning as he felt Sammy’s hand in his lap, squeezing his bulge. “So true,” the lamia cooed. “But then, isn’t that what school is for? Learning more about yourself and the world?”

“S-so true,” Zack gasped, gazing at her, eyes filled with love and devotion. Hearts pulsing in his pupils as he gazed at the seductive serpent.

Miss Cutter chuckled. “I understand,” she said, sliding the form across the table. “Just sign here, and we can get everything sorted out.”

Zack picked up the pen and put it to the line, and for the briefest moment hesitated. Then he felt a squeeze of serpentine coils, and he exhaled, relaxing again, and happily signed.

“Wonderful,” Miss Cutter said, slipping the form out from under his pen. “And since we’re so close to spring break, I assume you two have something in mind?”

“Naturally,” Sammy cooed as her tail again squeezed Zack. “We’re going to get married right away. I have the wedding all planned out.”

“Really?” Miss Cutter said with an amused look between the pair. “And are you going to stay, Sammy?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I’ve still got my studies to finish. But I’ll be taking my darling husband for a quick honeymoon back home. My mom and sisters will take very good care of him while I’m finishing up school. And they live close enough I can head on up to spend the weekends with him. Doesn’t that sound wonderful, sweetie?”

Zack moaned as her hand massaged his bulge, stroking his rapidly hardening manhood through his pants. He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes. Sounds… sounds g-good. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Sammy breathed, leaning over and kissing him fondly on the cheek.

Miss Cutter chuckled. “Now now. Save it for the dorm room you two.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sammy cooed, rising from her chair. “Come along, darling.”

“Yes dear,” Zack breathed, obediently following his serpentine bride, her tail tugging him after her like a leash. But he didn’t mind. Sometimes, a husband needed a firm hand to keep him from going astray.

And he couldn’t wait for the wedding, the honeymoon.

And especially to meet the family…

#brainwashing #mind control #mindless #brainless #mind corruption #hypnosis #hypnotized #brain drain #jay aury #ai artwork #lamia #snake #gentle fdom #gentle domination #spiral eyes #short story

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Tell Me What To Do

A/N: okay you all convinced me. Daryl is inexperienced when it comes to sex. Bless.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Prison Era

WC: 2.6K

Warnings: smut, masturbation (both), fingering, inexperienced Daryl, light voyeurism, premature ejaculation

Summary: when you need some help, Daryl is happy to offer his assistance and learn exactly what you need.

It was bad. It was hot, sweaty, and torturous and it was driving her to tears. It was like her own body was against her, making her crazy for a release that was too stubborn to come.

Pun intended.

By now, she had shoved a rag between her teeth which she bit down on relentlessly in both frustration and an attempt to smother any whimpers that unwittingly left her. It took everything in her not to tear the cloth to shreds.

Everyone around her was asleep, she was sure of it. It was an ungodly hour, after all. She was on the top level of the block and the cell next to hers was empty- newly empty. But that didn’t cross her mind right now. The only thing in her head right now was please please please…

Carol slept in the next cell block over, but she had taken over the night watch shift from (Y/N), which made this an optimal time to take care of this… need. This feeling that swelled deep in her gut and needed to be expelled.

She just couldn’t reach.

Her entire body trembled and her legs downright shook in the bed as her heels dug in and held her up. The curve of her back ached all the way up to her neck from its perpetual arching. She’d been so close for so long now, why couldn’t she just let go?

Out of breath, she laid out flat for a moment and stared at the ceiling, trying to imagine what had brought her to this point in the first place. She pictured strong, dirty hands, a slim mouth, and narrowed eyes. Deep in her mind, she heard grunts and curses. She even imagined whimpers.

It was too much. She tried again.

***

He’d seen her like that before. He didn’t do it on purpose, he certainly didn’t go looking. It’s just that the privacy screens on the cell doors only did so much, even when she yanked the ends of the curtain all the way to each side. He could still see.

And his tracker’s ears- they could still hear even when she did everything in her power to stay quiet. Just her breathing- as ragged as it was hushed- tipped him off.

Once he had just been passing by, grabbing Zack for his watch shift in the middle of the night. Luckily the kid was passed out, deep in sleep, and had no idea what she was doing just next door to him. It made Daryl’s chest light up with a jealous, protective fire that fueled him to push Zack silently along the balcony and out to the watchtower, none the wiser.

Daryl, though, was wise to it. To her touching herself in the dark. He wasn’t completely daft, he knew everyone did it and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wonder about you previously. While he didn’t return to peek again- he wouldn’t, he respected you too much- he did rush back to his own cell like a grounded teenager sneaking back into the house at midnight. With shaking hands, he slammed his curtain up against the walls of his cell and leaned his back against the pillar of his bed.

He didn’t want to. It made him feel like a sleaze. She was nothing like anyone he’s experienced before- in his old life, his other life. And he thanked fuck for that. But he knew this aching hard on, the one that had so quickly spurred to life at the sight of her- that one tiny peek of her- wouldn’t go away without a fight. He had to take care of it. Had to rub one out right there, standing just inside the door of his cell, fly open and boxers pulled down just enough to get his fist around the base of his cock.

It was quick and dirty and he tried not to include her in his fantasies, but he failed. He pictured what he had seen that night, which was so similar to what he saw this night when he finally got the courage to peek through the sliver sized gap between the privacy shield and the wall of her cell.

***

The top level of the cell block was empty except for Daryl and her. He’d just laid down for the night- later than usual after returning from a run that evening- and he heard a breath catch.

He stood immediately, grabbing his crossbow from its perch on the ground right beside his pillow. Exiting his cell, he viewed with block from above, assessing any threat but he quickly realized there wasn’t one. Well, nothing more than a threat to his own sanity, that is.

He followed the noise, though she was successful in being almost silent despite her activities. He leaned against the wall, needing the support as he listened. He was sure there was only one person in the cell, no one else joined you, no other threat imminent.

One mouth hanging open, one set of lungs gasping for air, two feet sliding against the sheet, one her begging for orgasm. Though it was clear she couldn’t find it.

Just the sound of her had him losing his breath. And when his head slowly swiveled to the doorway, that was it for him.

Standing there outside her cell, he could imagine what caused her to make those struggling sounds. He could picture what her hands might be doing, where they could be touching, how she may have been trembling. Or shining with slick.

Now, however, he could see it all exactly. The saliva dampening the rag stuck in her mouth, the tears tracking their way down her cheeks, her breasts squeezed together like two mounds under her shirt as her arms reached and reached down between her legs. A sharp crack busted open in his chest as he watched her struggle. While he stood there with two good, free hands.

***

She was too lost in desperation to notice him slide past the curtain and into her cell. The hunter, after all, was silent. He set his weapon down on her clean desk and knelt at her bedside, taking in her furrowed brow and tangled hair. A moment passed as he simply watched her up close.

She only opened her eyes when he tugged the rag from her mouth. She jolted from him, shocked.

“Daryl-“

“Shh, s’alrigh’.” He wiped the tears from her face as he whispered to her.

“Is something- did I wake you? I’m sorry, I-“

He stopped her from shuffling the sheets closer to her body, but he himself tugged her shirt down to shield her from him. As if the image wasn’t burned in his mind already.

“I can help,” he said, taking her chin in his rough fingertips. “Yer workin’ so hard here,” he smirked.

“No,” she said.

His hands left her at the word. “Want me ta leave?”

“No.” She grabbed his arm, bringing his hand back to her face. “No, don’t leave.”

A grunt grumbled in his chest and left his throat. “Tell me what I can do. Tell me what ya want.”

She stared at him, taking in the face she’d been picturing all night and every other time she touched herself since meeting him. And now, he was right here. Offering to help. It sent a wave of slick down to her core.

Eyes falling into a lazy, needy haze, she moved his fingers from the tip of her chin to her lips. She sucked his middle two into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and drenching them with her saliva.

“Shit,” Daryl groaned, feeling painfully hard in his filled out pants already. “Shit-cher such a pretty girl.”

She hummed around his digits, smiling at the praise. It was just as she imagined it might be.

With her feet, she kicked down the sheets and opened her legs for him so shyly. Just a bit.

“Please-“

“Tell me,” he said.

He’d fucked girls before, but it was just to get himself off. It was quick and sloppy and he barely used his hands, just his dick. He’d never worked for a woman’s pleasure before. He needed her to tell him what she wanted. He needed to feel her.

Her fingers never left him, wrapped tight around his wrist as she lowered his hand to the wet spot between her thighs. “I want your fingers in me,” she said.

The moment he touched her thigh, her knees fell wide open and he could have come right there and then, untouched. His cock jumped against the fly of his pants at the sight- at how wet she was for him.

“Jus-just one? Er-“

“Both. Please.”

The pads of his fingers rubbed at her entrance. He took a minute to explore her and she sighed happily, finally not needing to work so hard for her own pleasure. It was like a dream- he was like a dream to her.

Only when she nodded did his fingers slowly plunge into her. She was so warm and soft and spongy inside and when he pulled his fingers out, he felt her pussy suck him back in.

“Fuck,” he said.

She whined in answer, chasing his fingers and scooting her ass down the cot to be closer to him.

His fingers dove back in. “M’righ’ ‘ere,” he mumbled, leaning over her body as he knelt on the floor. He tucked his arm under her neck, his strong, round forearm acting as her pillow.

“M-fuck-yes,” she whined. “Yer fingers are so big, so long, yes-“

“Ya like tha’?”

“Yes, Daryl, please.”

He was drunk on her sounds. Drunk on the way her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth sunk into her lip and her back arched into him, curving to the side until it brushed against his chest. She wanted him so close.

She lifted her free hand- the hand that wasn’t practically tearing his shirt- and put her fingers in the air. She curled them up against her palm, showing him what she wanted him to do to her. Inside her.

“C-curl them, please, yes- like that.”

She was practically wrapping herself around him. After releasing these soft, high pitched whines, she moved into deep, guttural grunts and groans that had him falling over the cot, at her mercy.

“Fuck me, Daryl.”

“Whatever you want, baby. M’I doin’ good fer ya? Huh? Gotta be quiet now, good girl.”

She nodded, turning her head into him, kissing and sucking on his arm. He pulled her closer until the bulge of his bicep was flexed and right there for her to sink her teeth into.

It was all he could do to keep her on the bed. She was so sexy, so hot and pretty like this, he’d do anything for her. He already felt that way without this intimacy, but this night clinched it. He was hers.

He rested his cheek on her head and whispered to her, kissing her hair. “Ya gonna come fer me, baby? Huh?”

She nodded fiercely against his chest.

“Use yer words, girl.”

“Yes, Dare. Please, make me come.”

“Tell me wha’ I gotta do.”

She fell back on the cot, flat again like when they began this dance. “Don’t stop, please.”

He watched with hungry, black eyes as her hand trailed down her side to the little bundle right above the spot where his own fingers worked. His jaw dropped with a silent, knowing groan.

“Gonna rub yer clit fer me? Make yerself come ‘round my fat fingers, huh?”

She whined in confirmation. “Shit- please, please-“

“I gotcha, baby. Ya tell me, tell me what’cha want.”

“Harder.”

Fuck. That was it for him. He ground against the side of the bed, letting the friction finally touch his hard, oozing cock as he watched her. His fingers disappeared deep in her and he worked so hard to curl them the way she liked, the way that made her whine for him. But as she got closer to her orgasm, he felt that spongy spot on the top of her walls grow bigger and harder and it became more difficult for him to move his fingers. His hand felt as if it would cramp up and his veins were popping through the underside of his sore and tired forearm, but he’d die before letting his girl down.

This girl. Maybe at least for this stolen moment in the night she was his.

He watched her expertly draw little circles into what he knew was her clit- yes, there it was- and again, his barely touched cock twitched hard against his jeans.

“Fuck,” he ground out in a low growl. “Fuck me, (Y/N), look at me.”

She so quickly obeyed. Her eyes popped open and she bit her lip hard, but he couldn’t stand to see it so abused. His mouth crashed down to hers, sucking her bottom lip away from her teeth and soothing it with his tongue. He didn’t want to kiss her tonight, he didn’t want to ruin it with his sloppy, untamed mouth, but he couldn’t help it.

She moaned deep into his mouth and he ground into the side of the cot and came, shooting his cum into his pants.

Just as he was about to beg for her, she followed him into oblivion, ripping her mouth from his to suck in a gasp. She came whining his name and it was the best sound he’d ever heard. He wanted it tattooed on his skin so it would never leave him. Just the sound of her blissed out, fuck drunk voice.

Her hand shot down to his, where his fingers were still working inside her. “Slow, slow, please,” she said, trembling.

“Fuck, m’sorry-“

She kissed him again, this time softer against his lips. Her hands on his face smelled of her cum and he felt his cock blooming to hardness again.

“Thank you,” she said, exhausted and timid.

He chuckled as he sucked on his pruned, salty fingers, enjoying the taste of her and what he helped her do. “No problem.”

“You know, I can help with that,” she said, eyeing the bulge in his jeans. He thanked fuck that his boxers formed a barrier between his cock and his pants so she couldn’t see he’d already come once just at the sight of her, practically untouched.

“Next time,” he said, standing. He could see she was already fading, tired from the exertion. “Git sum sleep, girl.”

He turned his back to her, lifting his crossbow from her desk as quietly as he could, wincing at the uncomfortable, drying cum in his pants.

“Daryl,” she said from the bed. He expected her to fall asleep immediately, as he always did, but she’d sat up on the cot.

“Wha? Did I hurt ya?”

“No,” she said with a shy smile. “No, I’m good. But are we? Good?”

He shrugged, hiding his smile with a slanted smirk. “More n’ good.”

“Okay. Good. I’ll see ya in the morning, then.”

He nodded. “See ya.”

He ducked out the way he came in, silent with his crossbow on his back. His dick pressed stubbornly against his fly again and he knew he’d quickly take care of it by just closing his eyes and studying the image of her that was now burned into his eyelids. Sweet deal.

Maybe he’d actually be able to touch himself this time.

Before he made it to his cell, however, he passed Carol’s. She was already back from watch- how long had he been in (Y/N)’s cell?

Carol stood just inside her doorway leaning against it. “‘Bout damn time,” was all she said.

“Shut up,” Daryl said, as his whole body flushed red.

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c0smoshit · 1 year ago

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Comfort headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud, Zack and my bby Vincent

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, just fluff

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ First little fic after a while, hope you guys enjoy!!

Cloud

★ As we all know, he isn't the best comfort buddy

★ But, through all the years he had to slowly leave behind all his trauma, he definitely has softened up

★ Secretly loves the way you would fall asleep on him after bawling your eyes out

★ Obviously not much of a talker, he prefers to listen and just be there for you

★ I just love to think that it always ends up in a hours-lasting cuddling session, doesn't matter if he was the one who needed to be comforted or the other way around

"It´s fine, really" However, your puffy cheeks said otherwise as you adverted your gaze from him. Your arms hugging your body wearily, soft sniffles and of course, your ragged breathing was all you had let him see. His approach was sincere, walking slowly up to you just to place a hand on your shoulder, he sure had improved on how to just... listen over the years. "Talk to me" But still you wouldn't budge, turning your face from him, embarrassed he had to see you like this once again. So after huffing out a sigh he seemed to have been holding for quite a while now, he placed his left hand on your unoccupied shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Then you let go, ugly sobbing into his chest as you fisted his shirt. His hands trying the most soothing patterns he recalls you drawing on his back after a rough day. He would caress as tenderly as he could, not quite being used to touching a texture softer than the handle of his sword, to hear such pretty cries and not from death. "Sorry, I just-" You hiccuped after you had rambled your sorrows into the tension-filled air of your room. However, he didn't budge, muffling your priceless apologies into his chest as he opted to just hold you for however you needed him to. That was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you, everything you had done to soothe him, he will reciprocate too.

Zack

★ MAJOR comforter

★ I mean, he doesn't even have to do anything, his meere presence is just so comforting

★ He feels bad about it but he loves your face whenever you're grumpy or upset, he just finds your tear-stained cheeks so cute!

★ Oh and btw, you aren't crying more than 5 minutes when he's around

★ He would do anything to make you forget it, want some icecream? He's already bought like 10 of them. A massage? Face down lying on your mattress asap

"C'mon y/n" You felt his saddened voice ring through your ears, his hands holding your waist as you hid your face under your palms. Your cheekbones glistening and getting irritated from the saltiness of your tears, and the more he tried to sneak a peek out of the them, the worse he felt. "Look at me please" He whispered as he delicately placed his still gloved hands over yours, finally prying them off your gorgerous face. "There we go, as beautiful as I remember" You didn't know why, but at first glance, his dumb but somewhat anxious smile looking down at you made you mimic his own expression, earning a playful laugh from him. It really wasn't fair, you thought, you could never be upset around him. "What? Got something funny on my face?" He joked before swiftly moving his hands and reaching the sides of your waist, nagging your sides until he had to catch you from falling on your ass as you laughed. "You're such a dork" You giggled out after he lifted you into his arms, your feet dangling off the floor as your arms were trapped under a bear hug. Hearts beating shakily into each other the more he nuzzled into you. "Yeah, but you love it"

Vincent

★ Tbh I think he's the most compressive of the three

★ Would and will listen to you ramble for hours of necessary, he's such a hopeless romantic

★ Not a fan of physical contact but if you are, he would not complain if you wanted to cuddle with him

★ (I mean this mf is always sleeping on his coffin)

★ Will do whatever you felt more comfortable with, if you just want him to listen and be there, he will, if you want to be alone, he will leave you be (but ofc he later would be looking for you to see if you were fine)

"Who was it?" A sudden deep voice rang through your ears, making you jolt up from the floor as you looked around to spot the source of it. And of course, it was your deary sneaky vampire. "Jesus" You choked out before turning your back to him, telling him that one, he really should stop sneaking on you like that and two, of course it was nothing. Either way, as soon as he heard your pained voice he knew you required some comfort, he's been there already. The more you stepped away, the more he tried to approach you, finally getting to wrap his cold arms on your waist as your back pressed against his chest. . . . You both stayed like that for a while, rocking back and forth as he lulled you, letting you cry out your last tears before you finally felt relief, slumping down on him as sleepiness took over your features.

He huffed out what seemed a quiet laugh before dragging you back into your bed, sitting on it first as he let you nestle on his lap, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you slowly dozed off on him. His cloack sure was comforting.

Bonus!!

"Don't let such a stupid thing get into your head dummy" "Yeah, she's right y/n" You swore you couldn't feel any warmer in that moment, the girl's you've always looked up to were sweeter than ever. And yeah, it was a stupid thing you were upset about too.

Then they both took you on one of the best improvised little dates ever, taking walks and admiring the (not-so-clean) streets of Midgar. Then Aerith took you to her house, Tifa following shortly behind you as they both giggled playfully.

A cuddling session followed closely and you were absolutely living it. Snacking on some homemade food Aerith's mom had worked on the day before and nuzzling your head onto Aerith's chest meanwhile Tifa had her arms around you for behind.

"You both are the best, really"

You sighed out, your eyes not puffy anymore as you glanced at both of them. Earning more sweet comments from the brunnete and nods from the bartender.

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koiiiji · 6 months ago

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here for you

author’s note ; been thinking about annoying classmate Jinseong (Zack Lee) and ended up with this… past days ideas are rich for possessive guys😪 will post something cute too!!!

tw ; slightly yandere

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Lee Jinseong had always prided himself on his newly acquired in university ability to remain calm and collected. the days of street fights and reckless behavior were gone ; now his baggy clothes masked his athletic physique, and he kept to himself, focusing on his studies, avoiding the social scene he had once thrived in. but all that changed the moment he met you.

it started innocently enough — just a few casual conversations after class, small talk that didn’t seem like much at the time. you’d laugh at his jokes, ask him about his interests, and listen patiently when he talked about boxing and martial arts. unlike everyone else, you seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. you weren’t like the people he used to hang out with in high school. you listened.

Jinseong thrived on that attention, and before long, he found himself seeking it out more and more. it was like a drug — each conversation, each smile from you, pulling him deeper into a hole he couldn’t control. he told himself it was harmless at first. you were friends, right? friends talk, friends hang out. but that wasn’t enough for Jinseong. not anymore.

he began to text you constantly, at all hours. at first, it was normal — little things like, “hey, what’s up?” or “wanna study together?” but then the messages became more frequent, more desperate.

JinJin: "what are you doing?" JinJin: "are you busy?" JinJin: "why aren’t you answering?" JinJin: "are you with someone else?"

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messages would pile up, one after the other, even if you hadn’t responded yet. sometimes he’d send three or four in a row within minutes, and the longer you didn’t reply, the more desperate his texts became.

it wasn’t long before his behavior in person became just as suffocating. he was always there — waiting outside your classes, showing up at the library, popping up unannounced at your dorm. at first, you tried to brush it off, telling yourself that Jinseong was just being a good friend, just protective. but the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore how clingy and persistent he was becoming.

“hey, you’re here!” Jinseong’s voice startled you one afternoon as you sat in the library. you hadn’t told him you’d be there, but there he was, standing at the end of the table with that all-too-familiar grin.

“uh, yeah… studying,” you said, forcing a smile as he pulled out the chair across from you. Jinseong didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness. “mind if i join?” he didn’t wait for an answer before settling in.

you tried to focus on your work, but it was impossible with Jinseong sitting so close, constantly shifting in his seat, watching you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. after every few minutes of silence, he’d ask you something, his questions coming out of nowhere, desperate for attention.

“what are you reading?” Jinseong asked, leaning in way too close so you could feel his breath on your cheek, and you just knew his hand resting on the back of your chair. “need any help?”

“no, i’m good,” you replied, feeling how your face just burning and crawling embarrassment. he wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore.

“are you sure? i mean, i can help you with anything. we can study together more often.” he smiled, but there was an edge of neediness in his voice that made your stomach twist. you tried to stay calm, but the more he clung to you, the more anxious you became.

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he followed you out of the library that day, insisting on walking you home, talking nonstop about things you weren’t even paying attention to. his presence felt oppressive now — too close, too constant, too much.

the real breaking point came one night after class. Jinseong showed up at your dorm unexpectedly, knocking on the door with a wide grin on his face.

“hey!” he said cheerfully when you opened the door. “thought we could hang out.”

“JinJin,” you breath out his nickname, a force of habit, but not a sincere wish to him affectionately “it’s late,” you said, trying to keep your voice neutral. “i’m really tired. i’ve got a lot of work to do.”

his smile faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. “come on, just for a little while. i brought some snacks. you like those, right?”

you hesitated, guilt tugging at you for a moment. but the more Jinseong pushed, the more you realized just how badly you wanted some space. “i really can’t tonight, Jinseong. maybe some other time.”

there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes, — you almost never called him by his full name — and for a moment, you thought he might not leave. but then he let out a small laugh, though it sounded forced. “yeah, okay… sure. tomorrow, then?”

you nodded quickly, wanting to end the conversation, but the way he lingered at your door for just a second too long sent a shiver down your spine. when he finally left, you shut the door, exhaling deeply, your chest tight with unease. what had started as friendly attention had spiraled into something else entirely, something you couldn’t control. and as you leaned against the door, you realized with a sinking feeling that Jinseong wasn’t going to stop.

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#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#lookism #x reader #webtoon #webtoon lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #yandere lookism #zack lee #zack lee x reader #headcanon #lee jinseong

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brookediamonds · 1 month ago

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Just wanted to say that I love your fics! You are such an awesome writer! 👏😊

And can you maybe do a fic based on the song “my ex’s best friend” by Machine Gun Kelly and Backbear?

my ex's best friend (part one)| Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Trying to put yourself out there again after a break-up, you're dragged to a party where you come across a familiar face who's been waiting for you this entire time. Your ex's best friend.

Word Count: 6.3k Warnings: Smut, p in v, fingering, wrap it before you tap it, 18+, minors dni

gif is not mine

The break-up wasn’t messy.

No screaming, no slammed doors, no betrayal. Just a slow, inevitable unraveling. Miguel walking one way, you walking another.

You told yourselves you’d stay friends.

We’re still good, right? Miguel had asked, hopeful.

And you nodded, smiling even as something inside you cracked. Of course.

But then Sam happened.

Sam, your best friend. Sam, the one who had sworn she would never look at Miguel that way.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You just left. Blocked their numbers. Walked past them in the hall like they were strangers. Built a new version of yourself that didn’t include them.

But the loneliness crept in late at night, in the quiet moments when you couldn’t drown it out.

So, you found ways to fill the silence.

Which is exactly how you ended up at this party, red cup in hand, pretending to care about whatever Zack from Economics is saying about cryptocurrency.

The bass thumps through the floorboards, vibrating up through your shoes. You nod at appropriate intervals while scanning the crowded living room.

"So anyway, that's why I'm telling everyone to invest now," Zack concludes, taking a swig from his cup.

"Fascinating," you say, though you haven't heard a word. Your eyes catch on Tory, waving frantically from across the room. Rescue.

"I should—" you gesture vaguely, and Zack nods, already turning to find his next victim.

Tory a grabs your arm when you reach her.

"You looked like you were being held hostage," she laughs, pressing a fresh drink into your hand. "Having fun yet?"

"Define fun," you say, taking a sip from the cup. The liquid is sweet and strong—some concoction that tastes like fruit punch but hits like something much stronger.

Tory rolls her eyes. "Come on, it's better than sitting at home scrolling through Netflix for two hours before giving up and going to sleep at nine."

She's not wrong. But before you can admit it, a pair of arms snake around her waist from behind.

"There you are," Robby says, nuzzling his face into Tory's neck. His cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with the particular gleam that comes after three beers. "We're starting another round of beer pong. Need a partner."

Tory gives you an apologetic look. "Want to come watch?"

But Robby is already tugging her backward. "Hurry up, Tory," he whines, pulling her deeper into the crowd.

"I'll catch up!" you call after them, knowing you won't.

You sigh, taking another sip of your drink. The sweetness barely masks the burn of cheap vodka.

The living room has grown more packed, bodies pressed together like sardines, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and spilled beer.

You decide to find some air.

Threading your way through the crowd, you push toward what you hope is the kitchen.

Someone's elbow catches you in the ribs, another person steps on your foot. By the time you break free into the relative calm of the hallway, half your drink has sloshed onto your hand.

"Great," you mutter, shaking droplets from your fingers.

The kitchen is mercifully emptier, just a few people gathered around the island mixing drinks. You head for the sink, setting down your cup to rinse your sticky hand.

The cool water feels good against your skin, a momentary relief from the chaos of the party.

"I never understood the appeal of jungle juice," comes a low voice from behind you. "It's basically sugar, food coloring, and regret."

You freeze, water still running over your fingers. That voice. The slight accent that wraps around certain words, softening them at the edges.

You turn slowly, and there he is—Axel Kovačević, leaning against the doorframe. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt that makes his pale skin look even more striking.

His light brown hair is slightly tousled, like he's been running his fingers through it.

"Hey," you say, your voice coming out softer than intended.

Axel pushes himself off the doorframe with a fluid motion and walks toward you.

There's something predatory in the way he moves—deliberate, measured, like he's always aware of exactly how much space he occupies.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he says, reaching past you to grab a clean cup from the counter. His arm brushes yours, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne.

You turn off the faucet, suddenly self-conscious of your wet hands. "Yeah, well... Tory dragged me."

"Ah," he nods, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "And then abandoned you for beer pong with Robby."

"You saw that?"

"I see a lot of things," Axel says, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin warm. "Including how quickly you tried to escape Zack's crypto lecture."

You laugh despite yourself. "You were watching me?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he pours something amber-colored into his cup. "Maybe. It was quite the performance—all those interested nods while your eyes screamed for help."

"Didn't realize I was so transparent," you say, reaching for a paper towel to dry your hands.

Axel leans against the counter beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "Only to someone who's paying attention."

There's something in the way he says it—soft, almost intimate—that makes your pulse quicken.

You've known Axel for years, of course. Miguel's best friend. Always there, always watching from the sidelines.

But something feels different tonight. The way he's looking at you, like he's seeing you properly for the first time.

"This kitchen's getting crowded," Axel says, glancing over his shoulder as a group of laughing sophomores stumble in. "And that music is giving me a headache."

You nod, suddenly aware of how the bass is vibrating through the floor, making the glassware in the cabinets rattle slightly.

The kitchen, once a refuge, is now filling with people looking for more drinks or snacks.

"Want to go somewhere quieter?" he asks, his voice dropping a notch lower. "I found a spot upstairs earlier—the study has actual comfortable furniture and a door that closes."

He lifts his cup slightly. "I've got a much better bottle than whatever they're serving in those red cups."

Your eyes flick to the doorway where a couple is now making out against the refrigerator, and back to Axel.

Something about his invitation feels significant, like stepping over an invisible line.

"Lead the way," you say, picking up your cup.

Axel smiles—not his usual smirk, but something genuine that reaches his dark blue eyes. He gestures for you to follow him, and you weave through the crowd together, his tall frame creating a path that you slip through behind him.

The staircase is less crowded, though a few people sit on the steps, deep in conversation. Axel's hand finds the small of your back as you navigate around them, his touch light but steady. Your skin tingles beneath your shirt where his fingers rest.

"Watch the step," he murmurs close to your ear as you reach a slightly uneven part of the staircase. His breath is warm against your neck, sending a small shiver down your spine.

At the top of the stairs, the noise of the party seems to recede slightly, like you're moving underwater. The hallway is dimly lit, with closed doors lining both sides.

Axel leads you to the end of the corridor, pushing open a heavy wooden door.

"After you," he says, stepping aside.

The study is exactly as he described—bookshelves lining one wall, a plush leather couch against another, and a large desk by the window.

A single lamp casts a warm glow over the room, creating pools of gold light that soften the shadows. The bass from downstairs is just a distant pulse here, like a heartbeat.

"How did you even find this place?" you ask, running your fingers along the spine of a leather-bound book on the shelf.

Axel closes the door behind you with a soft click.

"I explore," he says simply, setting his cup down on a side table. "Most people at parties never venture past wherever the alcohol is being served. They're missing out."

You move to sit on the desk and Axel comes over to stand near you. Not too close, just enough that you can feel the subtle shift in the air between you.

The polished wood is cool beneath your thighs as you perch on its edge, your feet dangling slightly above the floor.

"So," he says, pulling a small flask from his back pocket. He unscrews the cap and offers it to you first. "Better than what you were drinking, I promise."

Your fingers brush as you take the flask, and you try to ignore the little jolt that runs through you at the contact.

The metal is warm from being pressed against his body. You take a small sip, and the liquid burns pleasantly through your throat—smoother than the jungle juice, with notes of caramel and oak that linger on your tongue.

"Whiskey?" you ask, handing the flask back.

"Bourbon," Axel corrects, his fingers lingering against yours a moment longer than necessary.

He takes a sip himself, his throat working as he swallows. A comfortable silence settles between you, punctuated only by the muffled thump of music from downstairs.

"It's been a while," Axel says finally, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Since we've talked. Really talked."

You nod, suddenly aware of how true that is. After the breakup, after Sam, you'd cut everyone off—including Axel, even though he wasn't directly involved. Miguel's best friend was part of that.

You fiddle with the edge of your shirt, suddenly finding the pattern fascinating. "Yeah, well. Life moves on, right?"

Axel takes another sip from his flask, his eyes never leaving your face. "Does it? Because Miguel seems to think you've fallen off the face of the earth."

The mention of his name makes something twist in your chest. "Miguel doesn't get to have opinions about my life anymore."

"Fair enough," Axel says, leaning against the desk beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "What about me? Do I get to have opinions?"

You glance at him sideways. "About what?"

"About how you disappeared from everyone's lives. Including mine." There's no accusation in his voice, just a quiet curiosity that makes it hard to look away.

"I didn't think you'd notice," you say honestly.

Axel laughs, but there's no humor in it. The sound is hollow, almost pained. He turns to face you fully, one hand braced on the desk beside your thigh.

"Not notice you?" His voice drops to something just above a whisper. "That's the problem. I've always noticed you."

The air between you seems to thicken. You can count his eyelashes in the dim light, see the slight flush creeping up his neck.

"What does that mean?" you ask, your own voice barely audible over the distant thrum of the party.

Axel's eyes—those dark blue eyes that always seemed to be watching from the periphery—lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath.

"It means," he says, measuring each word carefully, "that I noticed you the first day Miguel introduced us. I noticed how you laughed with your whole body.”

"I noticed how you lit up when talking about your passions. I noticed how you always made room for people, even when they didn't deserve it." He takes a deep breath. "And I noticed how Miguel never saw what was right in front of him."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. "What?"

Axel sets the flask down on the desk, his movements deliberate. When he looks at you again, there's something raw in his expression.

"Miguel was my best friend. Is my best friend. But he was blind to what he had." His voice drops even lower. "He never saw how beautiful you are—not just here," he gestures vaguely toward your face, "but here." His hand hovers near your heart without touching you.

The air between you feels electric, charged with something you can't name.

"Axel..." you start, not sure what you're going to say. The words catch in your throat, trapped there by his intense gaze.

"I know I shouldn't say these things," he continues, running a hand through his hair. "He's my friend. But watching him with you..." He shakes his head slightly. "It was torture."

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

His laugh is soft, almost sad. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, man, I think you're taking your girlfriend for granted?' Or better yet, 'I can't stop thinking about her'?"

The confession hangs in the air between you. His eyes search yours, looking for something—permission, perhaps. Or rejection.

"I never meant to feel this way," he says, his accent thickening with emotion.

"But I watched him miss every single sign when you were upset. I saw him ignore what hurt you most," he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "And I noticed things about you he never did."

His eyes drift down briefly before meeting yours again, a flush spreading across his cheekbones. "The way you bite your lip when you're concentrating. How your eyes catch the light when you laugh. The curve of your neck when you tilt your head to listen."

You feel heat rising to your face under his gaze, which has become more intense, more deliberate. His eyes travel down your body and back up in a way that makes your skin tingle.

"I noticed how you'd walk into a room and every head would turn," he admits, his accent becoming more pronounced with each confession. "The way that dress hugged your curves at Miguel's birthday party last year—I couldn't take my eyes off you all night."

He shifts his stance, moving with that same fluid grace that has always defined him, until he's standing directly in front of you.

The desk puts you nearly at eye level with him, despite his towering height.

Your knees part instinctively to accommodate him, and suddenly he's there, between your legs, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"I've tried not to look," he confesses, his voice rough around the edges. His hands come to rest on the desk on either side of your hips, not quite touching you but effectively caging you in. "I've tried to be respectful. To be the good friend. But god, do you have any idea what you do to me?"

The air between you feels charged, electric. His eyes, those deep blue pools that have always seemed to see right through you, now burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers, leaning in closer. "Tell me this isn't what you want, and I'll walk away right now."

The logical part of your brain knows you should say it—tell him to back off, remind him that he's Miguel's best friend, that this crosses a line you can't uncross.

But the words won't come. Instead, your heart pounds so loudly you're certain he can hear it.

"I can't," you breathe, your voice barely audible even to your own ears.

His eyes darken. "You can't what?"

"I can't tell you to stop," you admit, the confession spilling out before you can catch it. "I've thought about this too. About you."

The revelation hangs between you for a heartbeat, and then Axel moves. One hand slides up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheek.

His thumb traces your bottom lip, sending shivers down your spine.

"Say it again," he murmurs, his voice husky. "Tell me what you want."

"You," you whisper, the word hanging in the air between you. "I want you, Axel."

Something snaps in his expression, a final thread of restraint breaking. He leans in, closing the last inches between you, and then his lips are on yours.

The first touch is gentle, almost tentative, a question. But when you respond, parting your lips slightly, the kiss transforms.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss with a hunger that takes your breath away.

You taste bourbon on his tongue, his other hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk.

You pull him closer to you, grinding against him. The friction sends a jolt of electricity through your body, and you feel him respond immediately, his breath catching in his throat.

His hands move to your hips, guiding your movements as you arch against him.

"I've thought about this," he murmurs against your lips, "for so long."

His mouth trails down your neck, leaving a path of fire wherever he touches.

You tilt your head back, giving him better access as his teeth graze your sensitive skin. Your fingers thread through his brown hair, softer than you'd imagined.

"Tell me," you breathe, barely recognizing your own voice. "Tell me what you've thought about."

Axel pulls back slightly, his dark blue eyes almost black with desire. The flush on his pale cheeks has deepened, spreading down his neck.

"Everything," he confesses, his accent thick with desire. "The way you'd look in my arms, how you'd sound saying my name, how your skin would feel against mine."

His hands move to your thighs, the heat of his palms burning through the denim of your skirt. Your breath catches as his fingers trace small circles just above your knees.

"I've imagined touching you like this," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Imagined what you'd do if I..."

He trails his hands up your thighs, softly pushing your jean skirt up. The fabric bunches around your hips as his fingers trace patterns on your bare skin.

Each touch sends electricity coursing through you, making it hard to breathe, to think.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. His hands hesitate at the edge of your underwear, his eyes searching yours for permission.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the distant thump of bass from downstairs.

That single word breaks something loose in him. His fingers slide higher, tracing the edge of your underwear with a touch so light it makes you shiver.

You feel your breath catching as his fingertips ghost over the fabric, testing, teasing.

"I've dreamed about this," he confesses, his voice rough with desire. "Touching you like this. Watching your face when I do."

And he is watching. Those eyes fixed on yours, catching every reaction, every flutter of your eyelashes, every caught breath.

His gaze is almost as intoxicating as his touch.

You can only moan, unable to form words as his fingers finally make contact. The pressure is gentle at first, exploratory, as he strokes you through the thin cotton.

Your hips instinctively arch into his touch, seeking more.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his accent thickening with desire. "So beautiful like this."

His other hand slides up your side, fingers splaying across your ribs, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your shirt.

The dual sensation makes you gasp, eyes fluttering close

His fingers hover at the edge of your underwear, and your breath catches in anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, Axel hooks his finger under the elastic and gently pulls the fabric to the side. The cool air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver.

"God," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and intense. "You're so wet already."

You can only whimper in response as his fingertip traces your entrance with light touches. Your hips cant forward instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him.

"Patience," he whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against your neck. "I've waited so long for this. Let me savor you."

His finger slides through your folds, exploring with gentle curiosity.

Every touch sends sparks shooting up your spine.

When one finger slips inside you, your head falls back, a moan escaping your lips.

"Axel," you breathe, his name like a prayer on your tongue.

He adds a second finger, curling them slightly, and you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

His thumb finds your clit, circling with just the right pressure to make your thighs tremble.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against your neck, his voice strained with his own desire. "So perfect."

Your hands grip his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle beneath his shirt. His fingers work inside you, building a rhythm that has you panting, teetering on the edge of something magnificent.

But it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Axel," you say, your voice breathy but determined. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes.

The dim light of the study makes the blue of his irises seem deeper, more intense.

His pupils are blown wide with desire, his breath coming in short bursts that match your own.

"I need more," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. Your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. "I want to feel you. All of you."

His fingers still inside you, and for a moment, he just looks at you—really looks at you—like he's memorizing every detail of your face.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it. There's vulnerability in his question, a hesitation that makes your chest tighten.

In answer, you reach for his belt, your fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. "I've never been more sure in my life."

His hands tremble slightly as he works open his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle seems unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

You help him, your fingers brushing against his as together you undo his jeans.

When you push them down his hips, he lets out a shaky breath that warms your neck. His underwear does little to hide how much he wants you.

"I've thought about this so many times," he murmurs, voice rough with desire as he steps out of his jeans. "But nothing compares to the real thing. To you."

You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. The desk creaks beneath you as he presses forward, his hardness rubbing against your core through the thin fabric of his underwear.

"Take these off," you whisper, tugging at the waistband.

He complies, stepping back just enough to push the fabric down his hips. Your breath catches as he springs free, and for a moment, you just look at him.

The lean muscles of his torso tapering down to narrow hips, the light dusting of hair trailing below his navel, the unmistakable evidence of how much he wants you.

When you reach for him, wrapping your fingers around his length, Axel lets out a sound that's half-groan, half-gasp.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment, long lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. His skin is hot against your palm, velvet over steel.

"God," he breathes, his accent thick with desire. "Your touch..."

You stroke him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitches, the way his muscles tense beneath your free hand. His face is a study in barely contained control.

His lips parted, eyes half-lidded but watching you intently. When you run your thumb over the tip, collecting the moisture there, his whole body shudders.

"I need you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Now."

He positions himself between your thighs, one hand bracing against the desk beside your hip. The other cups your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip with a tenderness that contrasts with the hunger in his eyes.

"Wait," he says suddenly, his voice strained. He pulls back slightly, reaching for his discarded jeans. "I need to—"

"I'm on the pill," you tell him, your fingers trailing up his arm, feeling the subtle definition of muscle beneath his pale skin. "If you're okay with that..."

His eyes widen slightly, searching your face. "You sure?"

In answer, you pull him closer, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist.

"Yes," you breathe, pulling him closer. "I want to feel all of you, Axel. Nothing between us."

A soft groan escapes him at your words, his eyes darkening further

The world narrows to this single point of contact as he pushes inside you with agonizing slowness.

Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way possible.

His forehead presses against yours, eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of expression that crosses your face.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it, voice strained with the effort of holding still.

You can only nod, overwhelmed by the feeling of completeness, of rightness.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as your body adjusts to the intrusion.

"You feel..." He trails off, seemingly unable to find the words. His eyes close briefly, dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks. "Perfect. So perfect."

Then he begins to move, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body. The desk creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your breathless gasps and his low groans.

His pace is measured, controlled, each movement deliberate and deep.

But it's not enough. The coiling tension inside you demands more.

"Axel," you breathe against his ear, your voice barely recognizable to your own ears. "Harder."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark blue eyes searching yours.

"You want me to go harder?" The concern in his voice makes something flutter in your chest, even as desire burns through your veins.

"Yes," you whisper, fingers tangling in his light brown hair. "Please. I need more of you."

Something shifts in his expression, an undeniable hunger breaking through his careful control.

With one fluid motion, Axel sweeps away the few items on the desk's surface. His strong hands grip your waist, pushing you backward until you're lying flat against the polished wood.

The cool surface presses against your heated skin as he towers over you, his eyes dark with desire.

"Like this?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that you feel more than hear.

Before you can answer, he takes your right leg and lifts it, positioning it over his shoulder.

The new angle makes you gasp as he slides impossibly deeper. His fingers dig into your thigh, holding you steady as he begins to move with renewed purpose.

"Oh god," you moan, your back arching off the desk.

The position leaves you completely exposed to him, vulnerable in the most exquisite way. Each thrust hits places inside you that make stars burst behind your eyelids.

Your hands scramble for purchase on the smooth surface, finally gripping the edges of the desk as pleasure builds inside you.

"Axel, yes," you cry out, no longer caring if anyone downstairs might hear. The world has narrowed to just this, his body moving against yours, inside yours, claiming you completely.

His free hand slides up your body, pushing your shirt higher, exposing your stomach to the cool air.

His fingers trace patterns on your skin, teasing higher until he's cupping your breast through your bra.

When his thumb brushes over your nipple, even through the fabric, a shock of pleasure courses through you, making you clench around him.

"You're incredible," he breathes, his eyes never leaving your face. "So beautiful like this."

The intensity of his gaze as he watches you—really watches you—sends a thrill through your body.

It's nothing like it was with Miguel. With Miguel, it had been comfortable, familiar, routine.

He'd known what worked and stuck to it. But this—Axel's eyes never leave yours, studying every reaction, every gasp, adjusting his movements accordingly.

He's learning you, memorizing you.

His movements grow more urgent, more demanding. The desk creaks beneath you as his thrusts become deeper, harder, exactly what you need.

Each stroke hits a spot inside you that makes your toes curl, your breath catch in your throat.

"Look at me," he commands softly, his accent thickening with desire. "I want to see your face when you come."

Your eyes lock with his, and the connection is almost too much—too intimate, too raw. There's something in his gaze that Miguel never had when you were together. A hunger, yes, but also something like reverence.

One of his hands slides between your bodies, finding the bundle of nerves at your center. His fingers circle with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm, as if he's studied your body for years.

"How do you know exactly..." you gasp, words failing as pleasure builds inside you.

A small, smug smile curves his lips.

"I told you," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I've been watching you for years. Noticing everything about you."

The pressure inside you builds, coiling tighter with each thrust, each circle of his fingers. Your breathing comes in short gasps now, your body trembling on the edge of release.

"Axel," you moan, his name falling from your lips. "I'm close. So close."

His movements become more intense, more deliberate. The controlled rhythm gives way to something more primal, more desperate.

His breathing is ragged, his skin flushed and glistening in the dim light.

"That's it," he encourages, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it. "Let go for me. I want to see you come undone."

The pressure builds to an almost unbearable point, a tidal wave gathering force at the edge of your consciousness.

Your body tenses, back arching off the cold wood as the first waves of your orgasm crash through you.

"Axel!" His name tears from your throat, a desperate, pleading sound that echoes in the quiet room.

Your entire body pulses around him as pleasure radiates outward from your core, sending shockwaves of sensation to your fingertips, your toes, the top of your head.

Your vision blurs at the edges, the world narrowing to just this moment, just him.

"God, you're beautiful," Axel groans, his voice strained as he watches you come apart beneath him. His movements grow erratic, his rhythm faltering as your body clenches around him. "The way you look right now—"

His words dissolve into a guttural moan as his control finally shatters.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

"Don't stop," you pant, running your hands up his arms, feeling the muscles trembling with exertion. You pull him down towards, until your foreheads touch.

Something breaks in his expression, the last thread of control snapping. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you completely.

His release comes with a shudder that runs through his entire body, a deep groan torn from his throat as he pulses inside you.

The sensation of warmth spreading inside you is exquisite, intimate in a way you've never experienced before.

You moan at the feeling of him spilling his seed inside of you, your body clenching around him, drawing out every last pulse.

The connection feels primal, and ancient, something beyond words as your bodies communicate in the oldest language known to humanity.

"Oh my god," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the sound of your combined ragged breathing.

Axel's forehead is still pressed against yours, his eyes closed, long lashes fanned against his flushed cheeks.

He's trembling slightly, aftershocks running through his lean frame. When he finally opens his eyes, the intensity in them makes your breath catch.

The dark blue is almost black in the dim light, pupils still blown wide with pleasure.

"That was..." he starts, then shakes his head slightly, seemingly at a loss for words. His thumb traces your cheekbone with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. "I don't have the words."

You're lying on the desk, your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure, feeling more alive than you have in months.

The wood is cool against your back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Axel's body above you. His weight is pleasant, grounding you in this moment that feels almost dreamlike.

"I do," you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. "That was fucking amazing."

Axel's serious expression cracks, and he laughs—a genuine laugh that transforms his face, softening the sharp edges and making his eyes crinkle at the corners.

The sound is rich and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket.

"Always so eloquent," he teases, but his eyes are soft, tender in a way that makes your heart flutter.

With gentle hands, he helps you sit up, his movements careful as if you're made of something precious.

The desk creaks beneath you as you shift, your body pleasantly sore in ways you haven't felt in a long time.

The gentleness in his movements is almost more intimate than what you had just experienced.

Axel bends down to retrieve his underwear from the floor, sliding them up his long legs in one fluid motion.

You watch, still perched on the edge of the desk, as the fabric clings to his lean muscles.

"You're staring," he says, a smile playing at his lips as he steps into his jeans.

"Can you blame me?" Your voice comes out huskier than intended, still raw from your earlier cries.

He fastens his belt, the metal buckle clinking softly in the quiet room. The sound brings you back to reality—to the party still raging downstairs, to the fact that you're half-dressed on a stranger's desk.

"Come here," he says, his voice soft as he extends his hand to you.

You take it, sliding off the desk. Your legs wobble slightly, and he steadies you with a hand at your waist, his touch warm through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Easy," he murmurs, his accent making the word sound like a caress. "No rush."

"We should probably..." You gesture vaguely at your disheveled state.

Axel nods, his eyes still dark with lingering desire.

"Let me help you," he says softly, reaching for your shirt that's ridden up nearly to your bra.

His fingers brush against your skin as he gently tugs the fabric down, smoothing it over your stomach with careful attention. The touch is gentle but sends shivers across your skin nonetheless.

"Turn around," he murmurs, his accent caressing the words. "Your skirt is all..." He makes a twisting motion with his hand, a hint of color rising to his pale cheeks.

You spin slowly, feeling surprisingly vulnerable in this moment of tenderness after what you've just shared.

His hands settle on your hips, warm and steady as he adjusts your skirt, making sure the fabric falls properly. His fingers linger at the small of your back, tracing small circles there.

"Your hair," he murmurs, stepping behind you. His fingers thread through the tangled strands, gently working out the knots that formed while you were writhing beneath him on the desk.

There's something reverent in the way he touches you—like he's handling something precious, irreplaceable.

You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as he carefully smooths your hair. His fingertips occasionally brush against your neck, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"There," he says softly, his breath warm against your ear. "Beautiful again."

You turn to face him, suddenly shy despite the intimacy you just shared. "I wasn't before?"

Axel's eyes soften, the dark blue warming like a summer sky at dawn.

"You're always beautiful," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Even when you're a complete mess."

The teasing lilt in his voice makes you smile despite yourself. You reach up to straighten his collar, which has gone askew during your encounter.

"You're not so bad yourself," you reply, smoothing the fabric between your fingers. "When you're not being all broody and mysterious."

He catches your hand as you pull away, bringing your fingers to his lips.

The gentle kiss he presses against your knuckles is so at odds with the passionate intensity from moments ago that it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"I should probably find Tory," you say reluctantly, even as your body leans toward his like a flower seeking sunlight. "Let her know I'm still alive."

Axel nods, but doesn't release your hand.

"Or," he says, voice dropping to that low register that sends warmth pooling in your belly, "we could just leave. Together."

The suggestion hangs in the air between you, full of possibility.

You feel your pulse quicken at the thought of leaving with him, of continuing what you've started in the privacy of your own space.

"Drive me home?" you ask, your voice soft but steady.

His eyes light up, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I'd love nothing more."

You gather your things, checking your appearance one last time in a small mirror hanging on the wall.

Your cheeks are still flushed, your lips slightly swollen from his kisses. There's a subtle glow about you that can't be explained away by the dim lighting.

Axel opens the study door, peering out to check the hallway.

"Coast is clear," he says, holding the door for you.

The party seems to have grown even louder downstairs, the bass thumping through the floorboards as you make your way down the stairs.

Axel's hand finds yours in the crowd, his long fingers intertwining with yours. The simple touch feels intimate, a silent claim that sends a thrill through you.

You spot Tory by the beer pong table, cheering as Robby sinks a ball.

Her face lights up when she sees you, then her eyes widen slightly as she notices Axel beside you, your hands linked.

"Hey!" she shouts over the music, weaving through the crowd toward you. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere!"

"Just getting some air," you say, aware of the half-truth in your words. "It was too loud down here."

Tory's eyes flick between you and Axel, a slow smile spreading across her face as understanding dawns.

Her gaze drops to your joined hands, then back up to your flushed cheeks.

"I'm heading out," you tell her, raising your voice to be heard over the music. "Axel's going to drive me home."

"Oh, is he now?" Tory's eyebrows shoot up, her smile turning mischievous. She leans in closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear. "What happened to 'I'm just going to make an appearance and leave'?"

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. "Plans change."

"I can see that." She pulls back, her eyes dancing with amusement as she gives Axel an appraising look. “Take care of her."

"I intend to," Axel responds, his voice low and serious despite the playful gleam in his eyes. The promise in those three simple words sends a shiver down your spine.

Tory gives you a knowing look, mouthing "details later" before Robby calls her back to the beer pong table.

She offers a little wave as she disappears back into the crowd, leaving you and Axel standing in the pulsing heart of the party.

"Ready?" Axel asks, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand.

You nod, suddenly eager to escape the crowded house with its too-loud music and too many bodies.

"Ready," you smile up at him.

The night air feels like a promise of something new, something just for the two of you.

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part two

Masterlist

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: thank you for your kind words! LOVED this one. gonna be working on my smut writing these next 2-3 one shots i apologize in advance)

#axel kovacevic x reader #axel kovacevic imagines #axel kovacevic imagine #axel kovacevic smut #axel kovacevic #axel x reader #axel cobra kai #cobra kai #miguel diaz #sam larusso #eli moskowitz #tory nichols #robby keene #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai smut #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai fanfiction

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rottenpumpkin13 · 6 months ago

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Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #7

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, STOP MEOWING AT ME.

Kunsel: Any loser twink can be a fem-boy, but it takes a real badass to be a fem-man.

Sephiroth: Did I "yee-haw" with joy, or did it convey depression?

Zack, holding up Cloud: BEHOLD.

Sephiroth, stealing a fry from Angeal's plate: A most generous offering. You will be spared. Angeal: FROM? Sephiroth: You will be spared.

Genesis, wearing sunglasses and holding a cappuccino: So there I was, gelato on my breasts—

Cloud: Aww, that's such a cute Halloween decoration. *pointing at Genesis sobbing in the corner*

Angeal: Who put a hotdog in the candy bowl?? Zack, in the background: Halloweenie.

Sephiroth: I could've sworn "motherfucker" was a compliment.

Angeal: IF YOU EAT THAT WEEK-OLD SUSHI PLATTER, YOUR INTESTINES WILL BECOME RADIOACTIVE.

Sephiroth: Zack, can I enjoy this steak dinner without you explaining A/B/O to me?

Lazard: I think we ALL need to beat our fathers with shovels, Sephiroth, you're not special.

Zack: NO! THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BANANA!

Genesis: He manspreads to assert dominance, I manspread to create a barrier between myself and heteronormativity. We are not the same.

Sephiroth: I just sent Angeal an email describing my feelings for him. If he doesn't reply, I'll show up at his apartment and superglue myself to the door.

Zack: Give me a pen, paper, and three Adderall, and I'll write something better than Loveless in one hour.

Kunsel: Everyone is subjected to failure, but at least I'm not Roche, who thought the plural of ninja was ninji.

Sephiroth: I have exactly three crayons on my person right now, and they're all stolen from Zack.

Angeal, chewing with his mouth full: Don't make psycho-sexual comments in front of my cheeseburger.

Zack, narrating what he's seeing: 🎶 Look at Angeal 🎶 beating Sephiroth with a frozen chicken because he forgot to take it out the freezer. 🎶

Sephiroth: Please refrain from analyzing my deep-seated fear of abandonment linked to my mother's absence and its impact on my emotional regulation, it's seven in the morning and I still haven't had coffee.

Cloud: I'm about two mental breakdowns away from resorting to gang affiliation.

Genesis: COUNTER SPELL! *flicks his wrist* TRAUMA!

Roche: I often have nightmares about Sephiroth attacking me with a spork.

Sephiroth, in the presence of a spider: I feel anti-at peace.

Zack: Dear diary, today I committed tax evasion, and felt great. Tomorrow I'll try embezzlement and eventually vandalism!

Sephiroth: Can you read this death threat note and check if my handwriting is recognizable?

Zack and Genesis: *Loudly arguing over who gets to be the ring bearer at Sephiroth and Angeal's wedding*

Angeal, laying on the floor: Good luck trying to find my will to live, gang.

Genesis: I'm flashing you a tit to maintain our friendship.

Sephiroth: If I had a gil for every time someone compared me to a cat, I'd have enough to purchase that expensive human cat bed that has been on my wishlist for ages.

Roche: Is my discount wig a joke to you, Zackary?

Cloud, placing an "I miss you" letter from his mother in Sephiroth's line of view: Yeah, that's right. Fuck you.

Lazard: Someone pinned a death threat on my office door written in glitter gel pen.

Genesis, flirting: I own an air-fryer.

Angeal: T-shirt that says "I survived Zack's power point presentation on aliens that included a photo of Sephiroth on the fourth slide"

Roche: Cloud Strife's evil twin…Grass Peace.

Sephiroth: *Showing Zack pictures of baby cows while Zack sobs into his burger*

Genesis: PUT. MASAMUNE. DOWN. No one is stealing your crayons.

Sephiroth: Genesis, I feel inspired to compliment your ass.

Lazard: Take a good, hard look at Sephiroth wearing flip-flops and tell me I shouldn't be stressed.

Sephiroth: A most efficient weapon to add to my arsenal *wielding an entire streetlamp*

Zack, talking to Angeal: My insecure trooper and faceless info guy, versus your 6'7 cat and walking red flag.

Kunsel: Is the cure to male loneliness *incomprehensible screeching* ?

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #crisis core #ff7 crisis core #incorrect quotes #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife #kunsel ff7 #lazard deusericus

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silverryuan · 7 months ago

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Gun Park with Amane Ubuyashiki reader, ft. Daniel Park (Part 1)

There are two ways that Gun can meet you. Either as a Himorogi or an Ubuyashiki.

• If you are a Himorogi, then you are still a student of religious studies in Shintoism. Your grades are so high and perfect that you became the class president of the Religious Studies Department (founded by yours truly). You are also very intelligent that you can rival student prodigies in the Science and Mathematics Department.

• Your beauty is also an aspect of what you are known for in Jaewon High , the large amount of admirers that worship your graceful and elegant aura is astonishing to the point where students thought you should've been in the Beauty and Cosmetics Department. A lot of women are jealous of you because of the same reason and some even threatened you, but you remained calm and expressionless. That lifeless look in your eyes intimidated many people but also made them feel drawn to your mysterious personality.

• You befriended Daniel after hearing him from Kagaya's crow. It told news about it witnessing one of the Ubuyashiki rivals, Charles Choi's daughter and bodyguard stepping into the school grounds. You immediately got up from your library study and head straight to the school festival.

• You made sure to keep distance from the pretty woman and black-eyed man to spy on them. Not even one hour and Gun is already starting a fight... Well, it's actually not him that started the fight, it's that Daniel Park boy who insisted on talking to the girl but the bodyguard prevented him from doing so.

• Luckily, Vasco interrupted before Gun can pulverize Daniel some more. The fight was broken off by Crystal and the two outsiders left the campus. You stepped out of the shadows and joined the injured two, offering them first aid. Vasco insisted that he doesn't need your help but was influenced by your persistent demeanor and let you treat his nose. You politely bowed to introduce yourself to the boys and looked at Daniel for permission to treat his bruise. The flustered handsome man nodded his head in a yes gesture. After that encounter, the rest of you enjoyed the music festival.

• Time flies by and your relationship with your peers improved. You managed to befriend Zoe, Mira, Zack, Vasco, Jace, and even Jay. But at the same time, you were emotionally distant and interacted with everyone only at arm's length. Your quiet behavior and creepy eyes unnerved them a bit.

• Daniel is starting to question you why you became more involved in his life and you answered,

Amane! Reader: "I saw the way you fought that man... If Gun sees potential in you to be his successor, then we'll all be doomed."

Daniel: "...C-Come again...?"

• You explained to Daniel that if Gun were to recruit him, he will train Daniel the ways of a merciless and ruthless fighter and if he succeeds his training through further recruitment from the higher ups, he will be tasked by Charles Choi to destroy the Ubuyashiki family and the Himorogi family as well as the connections that are tied to the two clans.

• Your family may be representatives of several Shinto shrines but even they have some connections with the Ubuyashiki clan, who own a corporation of highly trained fighters targeting gangs and other illegal unions. The corporation is large enough to reach from Japan to South Korea and their most powerful fighters guard and control districts undercover. These top fighters are called Hashiras and each one of them have a reason for joining the corporation as well as a reason to fight. Their fighters are known for having constant conflict with an organization called The Twelve Kizuki.

• Unfortunately, Gun Park, one of the top fighters from one of the corporation's rivals, is eliminating the fighters one by one, causing a major problem for the corporation. You plan on recruiting Daniel and train him to defeat Gun, even telling Daniel that the corporation offers rewards and incentives if he joins you but it still his choice to make whether he wants to work with you or not.

• Weeks passed, due to the increasing homework and performance tasks dumped handed by the teachers, your friends are too worried about the deadline and forgot about that incident. You, on the other hand, counted each day after that. Who knows when Choi will strike?

• One day, you decided to ask Daniel for his final answer and walked home with him. However the moment is ruined when an expensive looking sports car suddenly parked in front of you. The driver of the car came out and look who it is... Gun Park himself.

• Daniel became alert but you remained calm. You can tell by Daniel's stance that he's ready to throw hands. Gun ignored the sudden defensiveness and then asked the boy if he's reconsidered his offer. Outwardly, you are unfazed by the interaction but internally, you are surprised at the hint that Daniel may or may not have told you about Gun's offer. Gun walked closer to you two and stared at Daniel for any indication of the boy changing his mind but you stepped in front of Daniel.

Amane! Reader: "Excuse me for interrupting, but we have somewhere urgent we need to go."

• He made eye contact with you and leaned closer, his height intimidated many but you stood your ground. An awkward silence fills the tense atmosphere as you and the tall man engage in a silent glaring contest. It felt like the abyss is glaring back at the void.

Gun: "Hey. Move."

Amane! Reader: "... I'm sorry but I won't."

• Well, this looks like it'll be difficult to shake him off. He's the first to cut the glaring when he turns his piercing gaze at Daniel. He walked past you and placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder, he brings his mouth close to his ear and whispered...

Gun: "Listen here... if you want to train your body to its fullest potential and master techniques to an extent, then accept my offer, yeah?"

Daniel: "........."

• Gun drew his hand back to his pocket and smirked. Daniel didn't respond and just looked at you with guilt in his eyes.

• Don't tell me... He's actually thinking of...?

• A blur flashed by your eyes as Gun almost kicked you in the side of your head but his leg stopped mid-air. The black-eyed man is actually impressed that you didn't flinch. Daniel was about to intervene your little confrontation but stopped after you held your hand up as if to signal a stop sign to him.

• You look at Gun, no fear evident in your eyes. It's almost as if you're mocking him...

Amane! Reader: "Is that all?"

Gun: "....Yes."

• The man didn't say anything further and went back to his car but not without reminding Daniel of the offer's deadline and then drove off.

• You and Daniel continued to walk home. He wanted to apologize but you gave him a final warning to never accept Gun's offer and left.

• You grew more worried about Daniel as he makes his way to one of the top fighters in school, making enemies left and right. But he also gained allies. Like you, for example, you keep reporting to Ubuyashiki as to protect Daniel from the eyes of other organizations. However, Gun was getting impatient.

• Gun was called in by Charles Choi for a new task. He gave him an assignment that requires him to bribe someone and if they decline, he must kill them. An typical assignment that bores him to the point where he thinks that Goo was more suited for the job. But all it took was one glance at your file and he became interested. Charles noted Gun's eyes filled with recognition upon scanning through your profile and assumed he was at least familiar with you.

• He kept the file and walked out of the office, he'll read more of it in his car. No wonder you're so protective of Daniel Park. You had an ulterior motive for keeping that guy away from him.

• The bell rings and you go outside of the entrance gate to wait for Daniel, in hopes of hearing his decision. Your wait was interrupted by car rolling its window down which revealed Gun Park as the driver. Your body froze. This is bad. Daniel hasn't exited his classroom. And you're certain that this man is MUCH more powerful than you in terms of strength.

• The man got out of his car and begin slowly approach you. Every painfully slow step he takes towards you feels like you're facing a demon... He stops and just stares at you. Despite the difference between your intimidation tactics, you're not backing down. Another glare-down with hidden conflict was engaged. Both of you neither talked, just glared. The only sound there is are the loudly chatting students exiting from the school's entrance.

• After a long while, Daniel still hasn't arrived, and the loudness of the students become muffled until they've gone their way home. The silence was no longer on your side anymore, it's making you uncomfortable enough to speak first...

Amane! Reader: "... Pardon me, may I ask for what motive do you have to come all the way here?"

Gun: "...I'm not gonna waste both of our time... I have a proposition for you."

Amane! Reader: "... A proposition?"

Gun: "Yeah... It's simple. If you leave Daniel Park, you live. If you won't, you die. Deal?"

Amane! Reader: "And what makes you think I'll accept this one-sided offer?"

Gun: "Does the name Charles Choi sound familiar?"

Amane! Reader: "..............."

Gun: "He wants you to work for him. For you to leave the Ubuyashiki corp. You get paid and other benefits."

Amane! Reader: "......How do you..."

Gun: "Read your profile. From the looks of it, you're more than just the Ubuyashiki head's right hand. You're also the head of the Himorogi family's Shinto shrines. I commend you... Not everyone is talented at hiding their identity for so long... Not even from that brat... So, what do you say?"

Amane! Reader: "I am not easily swayed by mere threats and bribes. If you don't have anything else to say, then have a good evening."

• You tried to walk away to get Daniel but a hand grabbed your shoulder and pinned you to the wall. The impact of your back to the cement was strong enough to put cracks on the wall. Gun's gripping hand digs into your skin, you're pretty sure that your bone cracked as well. It was so painful that you wanted to scream help but you know that he'll drag you and kill you. You have no choice but to endure the pain. Just for a bit.

• Gun's piercing jet black eyes glared down at you filled with bloodlust, urging you to give up and surrender. But you still didn't squirm, no trace of pain was evident on your face, not even a wince. You glared back at him...

Gun: "........This is your last warning....."

Amane! Reader: "..........I....Humbly...... Decline....."

• ... Until he let go. He draws his hand back as if he merely squashed a bug. There's hint of irritation on his face. He doesn't understand how a weakling with no fighter's will or experience in fighting stand their ground against him. But for some reason he felt... intimidated?

• For now, he'll let you go.

Amane! Reader: "....... Daniel is a good person..... He'll fight if he needs to..."

Gun: ".... We'll see about that."

"AMANE! READER!!"

• Ah, speaking of Daniel, here he comes now. He ran toward you and stood in front of you, shielding you away from Gun. Daniel held his arms up and shouted at Gun.

Daniel: "What do you want from them?! If you want to fight, then fight me! Don't involve them!"

Gun: "No, they are very much involved."

Amane! Reader: "Daniel, I'm fine. Please don't fight."

Daniel: "W-what? But he..."

Amane! Reader: "I'm sure Gun was just in the middle of leaving.

Gun: "......Yeah. I'm not in the mood right now... I'm leaving."

Daniel: "H-huh...?"

• Well that was unexpected... Usually Gun is constantly in fight mode. He's leaving without a fight from Daniel? The man practically can't survive a day without a fight. But today he withdraws. Daniel put his arms down and just looked dumbfounded. He has lots of questions for you.

• Gun opened the door to his car, he was about to climb in but he looked at you...

Gun: "Hey... Himorogi."

Amane! Reader: "...?"

Gun: "Whatever the hell's wrong with you, I like your boldness. That deal is offered once so expect to be hunted down."

Amane! Reader: "... I'm aware."

• With that, he drove off to report to Charles. He definitely knows that Goo will tease him about his withdrawal and "How the mighty Shiro Oni was scared off by a weakling." He'll have to punch his jaw harder later.

• ..........................

• He couldn't get his mind off of you... Those lifeless, void eyes of yours reminded him of his own, except that they have a somewhat tranquil yet secretive charm. How does the expression go? The eyes are the windows to the soul? Is that how they say it?

• Hmm... It looks like Daniel's answer is going to have to wait. He needs to know more about you...

• As he learned more about you, he realized that you were far more intelligent and mentally stronger than he thought. According to whatever information Kouji gathered, you faced off enemies of the Corp. without even lifting a finger.

• When facing an opponent, you would place hidden traps ahead of time before observing and memorizing the loopholes of the opponent's fighting style. And since you have an expressionless face and laser-focused eye contact, it makes harder for the opponent to predict your next move.

• Your physical strength is low but your mental and academical strength exceeded greatly to the point where you negotiated with leaders from gangs without much conflict. These information intrigued Gun to the point where he thought observing you himself in the shadows.

• He learned that your abilities earned you respect from both the school and the corp. Although some of the fighters there don't cooperate well with each other, you are patient and maintained a calm demeanor towards all of them, while their differing personalities unfazed you. You trained yourself with advanced leadership skills that are equivalent to the Master's in order to give proper commands.

• From all the Hashira fighters Gun has defeated, all of them remained loyal and never revealed who you or the Master are. Even if they won and returned to you with broken bones and regretted ever taking damage, you and the Master would forgive them for their mistakes, brush it off and call it progress.

• You managed to lead both the corp, your family's Shinto shrines, school assignments, and aiding your ill Master, all at the same time. Gun has never seen such loyalty before. To think all of this weight of responsibilities on your shoulders from a young age to 17. You are truly worthy of the Ubuyashiki head's right hand title.

• You really are interesting... Gun makes sure that when you two cross paths again, he'll fight you to see for himself.

#Lookism x reader #Lookism Headcanons #Lookism x GN reader #Lookism x female reader #Lookism x Kny #Lookism x Demon Slayer #Gun Park x reader #Gun Park x GN reader #Gun Park x female reader #Gun Park headcanons #silverryuan works

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THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the tv show (season 1), adjust as necessary

i can shove 12 gummy worms up my nose. you wanna see?

i was blunt... i was direct... and if i do say so myself, i was pretty darn mean.

is that a threat or a promise?

i learned something from you and you learned something from me.

i can't believe i might have to wear plaid.

teach me to be smart!

i mean, this is probably the most boring hotel in the history of boring hotels.

none of them even noticed me.

do you need some help with your bags?

i'm not that strange... except when i get really nervous i can't stop talking which is odd because i'm aware of it and you'd think i'd know better but for some strange reason...

what kind of superficial airhead thinks that's cool?

are you wearing lipstick?

i protest against them.

i got dragged off by a cop!

i guess i should say goodbye. or... you could invite me to your suite?

do you know how much they cost?

it's so much nicer than the mini-van we used to live in.

is there a hall of fame for this kind of stuff?

that's what trees look like before you cut them down.

what's that on your face?

thanks for the red sox tickets!

you tend to be un-smooth.

some of this candy is older than you.

somebody ordered the "i'm sorry for what i did last night" buffet.

get us into the wedding.

we may live in a palace, but we are not royalty.

what did you set on fire?

have you seen what you're wearing?

will you guys stop fighting?

we are not fighting. we are having a creative discussion.

stop agreeing. you're annoying me now.

i'll have you know, i flunked that math test purposely just to get away from you.

are you familiar with the gear shift?

you're making me nervous with all this technical talk.

why don't we just relax, turn on the radio? would you like AM or FM?

let's find out how rich i am!

you're gonna learn to drive?

have you heard the good news?

i love the rush of the road, the wind in my hair.

they shouldn't be too hard to find. we'll just look for the car that's going in reverse.

i suppose i have a slight tendency to be a bit critical.

have you seen my kids?

which goes first, the milk or the cereal?

it's a special night. don't make me slap you.

did you just flick flour into my face?

come back here and take this banana creme pie like a man!

how would you feel if people were spreading rumors about you?

we don't have a dungeon.

i recommend you go away!

this is not a joking matter.

there's no such thing as ghosts.

just 'cause i don't need it doesn't mean it's not mine.

don't take this the wrong way.

i made it with my own two hands.

i've hit rock bottom. and i don't like rock bottom. it's so... rock bottomy.

i have about twenty different ones. which one do you want?

i actually cooked for three hours.

do you ever find yourself feeling discouraged, unfulfilled, unappreciated?

try this hot dog!

#rp meme #rp prompt #mcflymemes #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp starters #roleplay prompt #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters

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allgoldenelite · 1 month ago

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Late as hell because I wasn't online when it happened, but here's why Taichi vs ZSJ from the NJC on 3/15 is so devastating. I'm very normal about this match. I'm normal about these two men and I can be trusted around matches where they're in the same ring /s.

Long so it goes after the cut.

(Btw I will say this here once but it goes for the entire post so please keep it in mind: it's irrelevant to me what's work or what's shoot. At the end of the day this is an art form, so if it was said in a tweet or on stream or backstage I'm taking it as absolute truth for the characters. If it made you feel something it's real enough, the rest is just a footnote.)

So, the mise-en-scène is that everything fucking sucks. Suzuki-gun is no more, Dangerous Tekkers are no more, Taichi was just hanging out with a literal pack of Just Some Guys in a casual work only relationship so that he can avoid getting hurt again, and yet he still gets hurt (btw you will burn in hell for this, Sanada). Sana-yan and Taichi go way, way back, so this latest betrayal brought to you by Action Comics The Amazing Always Lose Everything-man hurts especially deep and sharp. On stream he's been wondering, does this promotion even still need me? Does the wrestling business even still need me? Things are fucked, there's a reason he abandoned love, you know the spiel by now.

This is how we go into the NJC. I don't know about you, but when the participants and rounds got announced, personally I wasn't feeling particularly enthusiastic. Last year Tekkers didn't meet for their fated matchup, and this year it seemed even more unlikely as I assumed the Kidd push would continue (thanks, Kenny /s). But that's not how it went. Of course Zack wins his match, but in a surprising turn of events, so does Taichi. It's via count-out, but he wins nonetheless. Thus he will meet Zack on 3/15, with a preview tag set for 3/14.

He's absolutely miserable about it. He's so frustrated at the repeated interferences, the repeated setbacks, his own shortcomings, his lack of tangible achievements, but he's especially sad and embittered about the way this all came together. On stream he says that him and Zack have been wishing and waiting for a singles match ever since Suzuki-gun disbanded. Understandably, Taichi wanted it to be a big deal. So much does even the chance for matchup mean to him that anything but the main event of a big show is unacceptable. The way he got here makes him feel wretched. Wretched in front of himself, and wretched in front of Zack. Backstage he asks the cameras, and thus us, the audience, as well as the company, how the hell he's supposed to stand across from Zack and look him in the eyes. He, who has nothing to show for it. He's here by sheer luck. Even before the Kidd match he already sits awake all night, feeling awful. Even when Zack had the World belt, Taichi wanted to win the Global first so he could face Zack on somewhat equal footing. He even contemplates just withdrawing from the tournament altogether. It means that much to him.

What about Zack? Of course he's also distraught and irate deep down, but where Zack and Taichi differ in this, is that Zack has a clear goal: his goal is to motivate Taichi to come out of his moping shell. So yeah, it wasn't what they had wished for, but they can, as he says, control what they can control. We don't know what exactly they talked about as they find each other beneath the apron after the preview tag, heatedly making eye contact like two lovers outside a club in the morning hours, as far as they are concerned the only people in a ten mile radius. But we know that it resonated with Taichi, and he recounts some of it on stream. That this is still, in spite of everything, their match. It's only about how wins or loses (and not-so-secretly Zack is hoping Taichi wins, because he wants to see him at the top of that mountain where he knows he belongs). They'll wrestle this for themselves. It's fate. They're the best, they'll steal the show. "He said to me, 'How long have we waited for this match? How many years? Not the fans, not the company, how much have we waited? That's what matters most'." Zack knows it, and so does Taichi, even if he still claims his lack of talent and accolades is the reason it never happened sooner.

And backstage on 3/14 Zack practically yells at Taichi to wake up, shake off the misery and face him in the ring with all he's got. Because it also means that much to him. It's tough love, but it's love. "I will force the Taichi that I know, the man who should've already been a main eventer a decade ago. The only person that doubts you, Taichi, is yourself."

That tough love goes a long way, because once Taichi sees said comments, he's struck to his core. Who has ever treated him that way? "For as long as I live I will be proud of having tagged with you and having won the Best Tag Team Award." If you got some déjà-vu, it's because Taichi, much like myself and I wager to guess many of you, keeps coming back to this. No matter what happens, his life keeps coming back to Zack. But the thing about Taichi is that he has, in fact, that dog in him. No matter how many times he's pushed down, no matter how bad his luck is, no matter how many times he contemplates quitting, somehow, he always gets back up. And so, while still frustrated and sad, he goes into the 3/15 match a little bit more motivated, thanks to finding that inner fire and thanks to his former tag partner (or tag partner for life, according to Zack). They set out to steal the show and blow the main event out of the water, and boy, did they.

How do I even describe this match? If you haven't seen it yet, I aggressively implore you to (and the preview match, bc it's a very good and very emotional primer). You'll probably need a metaphorical cigarette after. They went out there that day to lay themselves bare-naked in front of the fans and the cameras and everyone else. The second half of the match made me yell like I haven't yelled at pro wrestling in a long time (the good kind of yell). If you're still somehow on the fence, take a look at these wonderful gifs to get a taste of a fraction of what you're gonna see in the match.

There's one spot in it that I can't stop thinking about, and I think it's because it embodies this whole encounter and story to me. After wisely escaping Zack's Cobra Twist and applying his Holy Cross Mausoleum (the name, ofc, comes from Fist of the North Star, but the moves is modeled after Kawada's dragon sleeper, the Stretch Plum), he has Zack trapped in the middle of the ring. But Zack just eggs him on. "More, harder," he seems to say with his hands and the patting of Taichi's head, even while he himself is already turning purple (I know you can "fake" it, that's not the point). He didn't care if he was gonna pass out in the middle of the ring at that moment. He didn't care if he was gonna lose (you can make a strong argument that he didn't even want to win), as long as it meant that Taichi got to a place where he could show the rest of the world what Zack has known for so many years.

So Taichi digs a little bit deeper still (altho arguably Kawada represents his very roots). He whips out a beautiful Emerald Flowsion and an even more beautiful belly-to-back ("LIFE IS A CHALLENG, SEIZE YOUR CHANCES" indeed), Zack whips out a beautiful Gotch-style piledriver in his own way to refer to back to their shared past, comms and the crowd and I scream and have been screaming for the past several minutes. What is the finish, you ask? A Zack-style Taichi-style Gedo Clutch. If that ain't love, I don't know what is. A move that can only exist because they met. "Thank you for coming into my life," Taichi says in a tweet after the match, something he has said before but will probably say until his last breath. As Zack himself puts it, he wouldn't be here without Taichi, and maybe this was his way of paying him back.

There's so much from Taichi's stream after the match as well, but if I had to pick one thing, it would be this: "I have all of these friends, I'm blessed with all of these friendships, people who support me and push me, but that was the first time someone has ever said something like that to me. I've always told myself that I'm not made to be champion, that this is all I can do. No wonder I couldn't get ahead."

He doesn't feel like he lost that day, and he's right. He didn't. Zack gave him what he needed to get back the most important love of all: the love for yourself. "Maybe," he muses, "I still have what it takes to love myself again." It's a new dawn.

Brother I need to lie down. Dangerous Tekkers forever.

(Also immediately after the match Taichi said Zack told him that this isn't over. The finish might have been smart (and a bit emotional), but it wasn't the end of this. I hope that, whenever they do get their next match, it comes in the shape that they've been hoping for, and it blows whatever else is on the card out of the water once more.)

(Also also this has nothing to do with anything, but later on stream someone comes along with the usual "are u really hitting each other" and it made me laugh as Taichi rolled up his sleeve and showed them Zack's FOOTPRINT on his shoulder lol. Wrestling fans are gonna wrestling fans.)

In summary, it's kinda funny that the guy is so obsessed with gacha because his luck is notoriously bad, but he's a trooper. Every time NJPW actually lets their story breathe again, I can't help but throw my fists on the ground in frustration. Not even at the company (though I will have Gedo's heart on a stick and then eat it). It's frustration at the "maybe in the next life" of it all. THERE'S STILL TIME YOU MORON. You already pulled the SSSS Ultra Rare ★★★★★★★ waifu!!!! THERE'S STILL TIME!!! I HEAR KYOTO IS BEAUTIFUL THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!

#/joesays #rasslin #/long #insert joe swear he's done with wrestling all of a sudden here comes that overly verbose match recommendation meme here #dangerous tekkers #zack sabre jr #taichi #translation #sometimes wrestling is beautiful and love is real etc etc etc #how about them legs

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incorrectpnatquotes · 3 months ago

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Starch Radness 8 Prediction Bracket Contest

Here’s the bracket for Starch Radness 8! This year’s theme is "Who most deserves to say f*ck?"

We’re continuing our prediction bracket contest where you can win merch from the Paranatural store or items from Zack Morrison’s itch.io. Additionally...

ONE EIGHTFOLD PLUSHIE

is up for grabs as a prize this year!

In the event of ties, the entrant who submitted their bracket first will be given the first chance to choose the Eightfold plushie!!

Because we are continuing to use Tumblr polls this year and you can see the live results after voting, entrants may NOT post screenshots or percentages of the results before the poll’s voting has ended. Encouraging people to vote one way or another or saying that X choice is winning or losing is permitted, but we feel giving exact numbers may sway the voting too much. If there is an issue, we will talk to you about it first to attempt to resolve it, but we retain the right to disqualify you if a resolution cannot be reached.

Here’s how it works:

If you want to participate, you may either:

fill out a template bracket, as shown above and submit the photos to this blog

ask us for a link to a Google Sheet version of the bracket, fill that out, and let us know when you're done so we can screenshot your bracket

If you would like to request a Google Sheet bracket to fill out, send an ask to this blog, and I will reach out to you via my main @blairdiggory with a link to your personal bracket.

***You must tell me when you're done filling out the bracket on Google Sheets so that I can take screenshots. Brackets filled out on Google Sheets are not entered until the screenshots have been taken.***

**Additionally, please be aware that I am unable to be on Tumblr most of the work day, but I will do my best to provide links every couple of hours. If you choose to fill out a Google Sheets bracket instead of editing the above photos, you may get your bracket sent to you later than you would like, which could delay your entry into the contest. Requests for Google Sheets brackets will be answered in the order they were received.**

These brackets must be turned submitted to Incorrect Pnat Quotes before 9 PM Eastern Time on Thursday, February 27th. You will receive a message or ask from @blairdiggory to confirm that we received your bracket.

Prizes

The person with the most points at the end of Starch Radness 8 wins one item of their choice from the Paranatural merch store, the Eightfold plushie, or the entire library from Zack’s itch.io! Second place gets one item from Zack’s itch.io.

If first place passes on the Eightfold plushie, the second place winner will be given the chance to choose the plushie as their prize. If the Eightfold plushie isn’t chosen, it will be rolled over to Starch Radness 10 (and future years if still not chosen).

Again, in the event of ties, the entrant who submitted their bracket first will be given the first chance to choose the Eightfold plushie!

How to fill out a template bracket and how scoring works are explained under the cut. Have fun playing! :D

First, I’m going to fill out the bracket with who I think will win each round (which is NOT necessarily who *I* think most deserves to say f*ck*). For example, I think Max is going to beat out Ms. Baxter. So on the line stemming from their bracket, I write "Max" like this:

I do this for all pairs in the first round. Then, we get to the pairs in the second round. For my prediction bracket, I believe the first two characters facing off will be Max and Jean Garcia. Of those two, I believe Max will win, so I write that his name the line stemming from that pair’s bracket.

Continue until all lines are filled out!

Points and Scoring:

After every round, you will tally how many characters that you correctly guessed would win the bracket. Round 1 is 1 point per character guessed correctly, round 2 is 2 points per character guessed correctly, etc. As an example, say Max wins his bracket, but Jean Garcia loses his bracket. I win 1 point for that section because Max won but Jean Garcia lost (and Penny Spender won). If Max wins against Penny Spender, I get 2 points for that section. Then, I add the points up at the end of the game, so for this section, so far I have 3 points.

The person with the most points at the end of Starch Radness 8 wins an item of their choice from the Paranatural merch store, the Eightfold plushie, or the entire library from Zack’s itch.io, and second place gets one item from Zack’s itch.io.

Still have questions? Feel free to send us an ask, and we can clarify. :)

#pnat #paranatural #starch radness 8 #starch radness #prediction brackets

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ariseur · 1 year ago

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I’m the sephiroth hc anon, yea I was referring to the sfw and nsfw, sorry for not specifying :0

sephiroth (n)sfw hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

guys the motivation is coming back to me TRUST ME i’m slowly but surely working on it.. 🙏🙏

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

post nibelheim sephiroth being jealous, possessive, a little toxic and manipulative, mentions of sephiroths touch repulsion and touch starvation, nsfw will have a warning before it, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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❥ soooo!!!1!1!1

❥ let me start off with pre-nibelheim headcanons because i miss a more domestic and ‘normal’ sephiroth rather than.. crazy seph lol

❥ so now let’s get into the actual thing!!

❥ i do not think that sephiroth is familiar with love whether it’s pre or post nibelheim, and if you read up on my angsty / comfort sephiroth fics you’ll see how i love the portrayal of where he’s so beloved by his fanclub and the public due to being a, “war hero” despite not feeling any close love like how you’d love him. the closest he’d get to developing emotional attachments would be his relationship with genesis and angeal (and maybe zack).

❥ it’ll take a while for sephiroth to fully trust and put his faith in you, but he’s actually very mature about romance. he doesn’t get very jealous and he’s very confident in your relationship and bond, if you read up on my jealousy hc’s i explain more there!!

❥ and when he really trusts you.. he’ll even let you perform his hair care routine on him when he’s too tired to do it himself. as you’ve seen, his hair is absolutely gorgeous and while he spends like an hour in the shower on just his hair— he spends more time when he’s out the shower as well with all the after product 😭.

❥ he enjoys having you brush his hair in the mornings and if you have long hair, he’ll return the favor. nothing’s better than sephiroth’s gentle hand cradling your head as he softly brushed through your strands, trying his hardest not to snag too hard on any tangles. if you’re comfortable with it, he’ll even hop in the shower with you and wash your hair for you. he’s not ashamed of nudity, he finds it a very normal and humanizing experience— knowing you can still be so vulnerable and not have it be sexual. he loves when you wash his hair for him too tho, it’s just super long so it’ll take a while lol.

❥ i cant see him as a morning person. i saw a post that he said, “sephiroths not a morning person, he’s a ‘im up because I have to be but if anyone talks to me, there will be murder’ person.” and i totally agree with that. you’ll wake him up, mentioning how he reminded you to wake up him bright and early tomorrow yet there you’d be, shaking his shoulder gently and he mutters a plea of five minutes more before pulling you closer.

❥ i definitely think that you guys would have to keep your love life private considering his job unless you’re like.. around angeal or maybe genesis. possibly zack, but you guys would have to make him promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone because he’d literally be so shocked. otherwise he’d go run to kunsel and brag about his knowledge or be so jaw dropped that he runs to angeal and is even more shocked when he already knows??? like, was he the only one who didn’t know about this whole thing??

❥ it’ll take a while for sephiroth to get comfortable with physical touch. although he secretly yearns for it, he’s also touch repulsed sometimes. it’s not that he’s appalled by you or your touch, it’s just that he’s gone so long without it that it’s foreign to him. once he gets used to it, he’ll eventually search for it and come looking for you in need of just some head massages or even just to rest his chin on your shoulder and view whatever you’re doing. he kinda does what cats do when they nuzzle the sides of their heads into your chest and like rub their noses into you.

❥ i’d like to think sephiroth’s very meticulous, so if you ever invite him in doing an activity such as baking or art or something, he WILL have to do it right or else he’ll get frustrated.

❥ as aforementioned, seph isn’t well versed in healthy love or adoration so if you even do a small task for him such as doing a chore he planned to do or cooking him pasta when he comes home— it will make him feel all gooey inside even if he won’t show it. he’s always calm and collected but, “even the coolest of people try their damndest to be alright,” as i mentioned in one of my headcanons for cloud lolol. he’s appreciative of even the small gestures, always making sure to thank you for your efforts as he knows they’re filled with love.

❥ for post nibelheim, though.. he’s lowkey manipulative. if you knew him before he found out about the jenova project, i’m assuming you’re only with him in hopes that he has some humanity within him that you can restore— well, that or you just like crazy men lol. he will definitely use that against you as a way of making you stay, always promising he’ll change after completing his plans with you by his side.

❥ if you met him post nibelheim though, he’ll be utterly fascinated with you as you’re basically his new toy. and he’ll follow you, regardless of when you met him. he’ll never let you leave his side after he’s gone crazy as he’s constantly reassuring you that his mothers legacy will be fulfilled, and that he can only do that when you’re beside him with support. it almost feels like it’s a shell of sephiroth. he never does any of the things he used to do before he was aware of who he really was, he’ll barely even let you touch him. he’s constantly on guard whenever you two are out, always keeping a hand around your waist or shoulder so that you don’t run off.

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❥ id like to think of pre-nibelheim sephiroth as a soft dom. always being gentle, even when you’re sucking him off so nicely that he can’t help but grip your hair— he always makes sure not to pull it too hard and instead bites on his hand until there’s marks. he’ll always cater to you too, treating you like a pillow prince(ss) and is literally at your beck and call. he will not tolerate brattiness though and will definitely punish you if needed!! he’s just so kind, it’s only fair that he reciprocates the same words you give him :(((

❥ i don’t think sephiroths that experienced, but i don’t think he’s a virgin either. he doesn’t have the time to pursue intimate relationships, but he’s definitely experimented with one or two of his fangirls or something. he sort of regrets it now, considering it wasn’t all that intimate.

❥ like i said, it’ll take a while for sephiroth to even get used to physical contact let alone initiate it, but once you guys do finally have sex, he is literally the sweetest. he’s probably a little rusty lol but he’s a very quick learner!! guide him and teach him how to make you feel good, it makes his chest swell with pride once he gets you making those cute little sounds :(((

❥ let me tell you this man is huge though. he’s around nine to ten inches in length and he’s a big girthier than average. he has like two prominent veins, one on the underside of his shaft and one on the left side. when he cums, it’s a pretty pearly translucent color and right before he blows it beads at the tip as he tries to hold it in.

❥ sephiroth would like to think that there’s a possibility that you two could have kids, although his duties and reputation (and future events..) kind of prevent that. so i think there’s a breeding kink in there somewhere, but if you’re not okay with it then he’s totally fine!! it might sting a little if you don’t want kids, but in the end its your body, your choice— and he will respect that!!

❥ if you’re a virgin, he’d like to make your experience worth while and makes it very clear to you that he’s beyond honored to have been your first. he’ll even place you on the softest satin pillows while he gently thrusts into you, interlacing fingers and slowly pinning them against your head while he watches for your expressions. if you get shy or look away, he’ll always let go of one of your hands to redirect your chin back to him with a soft, “look at me, darling.”

❥ he relishes in the soft sounds of your giggles, watching as you look over the display he set up for you with roses and a meticulously made bed for you, a trick he had learned from genesis once when sephiroth had been too worried of not being able to satiate your need for intimacy. seph would lift you gently, giving you a small kiss and carefully maneuvering his way to the sheets before ceremoniously laying you down beneath him. he savors these lax moments during sex, not just the serious ones.

❥ post nibelheim is a little iffy, he’s definitely more possessive and aggressive when he’s having sex. he’s also very condescending with his words, i can sense a dumbification kink somewhere..

❥ as i’ve said before, post nibelheim seph won’t let you out of his sight most of the time. so he’s so possessive that if he sees you talking to someone else in public, once you find your way back to him, you’ll have wished you never greeted them. he’ll mercilessly press your face against the mattress or table or whatever you guys are on, and talks about how silly it was for you to talk to someone so casually when you clearly knew he was watching.

❥ i don’t think he’d let you top him that much, maybe once in a blue moon would he let you act like you have control over him— but the moment you get too cocky, he’ll remind you of who really has the most control once he grips your hip dips and flips you over, catlike, vindictive mako eyes glinting in the shadows of his body.

❥ again, i’m sorry but it’s the truth, also a little manipulative. post nibelheim sephiroth would accuse you of talking to other men or wanting them to satisfy you instead. he’d grit his teeth and roll his hips even harder— claiming he’d just have to show you how much he’s ruined you for other people. they are but boys but he, he is a man. and he’ll make sure you know that by the time the day ends and the sun seeps through curtains.

❥ pre sephiroth makes love, post sephiroth fucks. there’s a huge difference.

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