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[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

I need you all to understand anytime it's said that the (non canon) ye olde new vegas wedding that Kremy and Gideon had was a "shotgun wedding" I am laughing my ass off. I don't think that means what you think it means

Actually you know what I firmly believe Gricko has called it that before and nobody has corrected him

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Oils and Incense [Masseur AU]

FEATURING : AITO SOUSUKE (OC) X male reader

Following your friend's suggestion, you went to a health & beauty spa, specifically for a massage and you're surprised to find a fellow student working there as a part-timer. What's that smell and why do you feel so hot? This was the wrong room? Your body won't be the only thing getting oiled up!

dubcon af, rough sex, aphrodisiac on both ends, shady reader(?), sousuke munching, profile

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"All the rooms are full?"

The clerk standing at the register nodded with a polite smile on her face. (m/n) frowned, feeling the ache on his shoulder weighing on his figure.

It had been a harsh week for the (h/c), catching up on his assignments, managing his club activities and after sleeping on his desk for a week straight, his muscles were tense and in pain.

His friend, Daisuke, had suggested this place, a high-end beauty spa and of course it was expensive that motherfucker was loaded. But you decided to treat yourself, as a reward for getting through the semester and you drove over to the place after your classes.

Unfortunately for him, all the rooms are filled and busy.

"Well, we do have a private room available. Although it is usually booked in advance for regulars, I can make an exception for you." She winked at him, feeling sorry seeing the (h/c)'s tired expression. "I'll take it."

"And what kind of package would you like?"

(m/n) didn't bother reading the whole brochure, only skimming through the numbers. "Two hours, please."

The lady escorted her to the room, opening the door inside and (m/n) awed at the interior, fluffy flooring, multiple candles on mahogany cupboards with decorations to make the room more presentable with gold and green highlights with a warm lighting to compliment the whole design.

A massage table stood in the middle, layered with a white covered mattress and a hole for the face in the head area. "The rooms are designed for your privacy and comfort, thick walls and we provide a change of clothing afterwards. Your assigned masseur will be here soon." He thanked the lady and placed his bag on one of the lush seats.

(m/n) stood in the room idly, peering at the ceramic dishes and balls before hearing a conversation outside.

"Make sure you take the right incense and oils, okay. He's not one of the usual clientage." The woman from before seem to be speaking to someone. The masseur perhaps.

"Yeah yeah, I know." The voice replied with a drag, implying annoyance followed by a smack.

The door opened and (m/n) turned to see a familliar person, holding a basket of bottles and taper candles. Said person, with his long red hair in a claw clip with strands sticking to his forehead, froze seeing the (h/c). He had adorned the usual white piece, what masseurs would usually wear.

"You..." He seemed to be taken aback, although his face doesn't show much, (m/n) could definitely tell he knew him and vice versa as well. "...We go to the same university, right? Keio Shiki?' (m/n) broke the awkward silence with a nervous grin.

The redhead seemed to snap back out of his trance as he coughed into his fist and moved to one of the cupboards, setting up the session, placing the taper candles in its holders. "Yeah, we do." He replied dismissively.

"We shared a class once, too. Aito? Was that your name-?" "It's Sousuke. Just Sousuke." (m/n) tensed, nodding quickly as he rubbed his nape.

(m/n) had seen Sousuke around campus before, always alone and keeping to himself with his muted red hair that had always caught his attention. When they shared a class together, the (h/c) had attempted to converse with the redhead but was ignored or only received half-assed answers.

He only knew snippets about the redhead from his peers, who told him to stay away from the man, saying that he brought trouble everywhere he goes. However, (m/n) thought of otherwise.

"So you work here? I thought your dad runs a dōjō." It's not everyday you get to talk to the brooding guy in your prestige university, especially when he's supposed to service you. (e/c) eyes gazed at him with a smirk, teasing the redhead whose hazel ones squinted at him.

"...It's temporary. Until that old man gets off my back." He mumbled, lighting one of the candles with a long nozzle lighter, clicking it a few times. The (h/c)'s eyes still wandered, lingering on his muscular back the white uniform couldn't hide. "Do you remember me? You looked shocked when you first walked in here-"

(m/n)'s words were cut off as Sousuke promptly pressed a white fluffy cloth to his chest. "I do. (l/n)." The redhead emphasized, pushing the article on his chest with pressure. There's a hint of annoyance but (m/n) can see the tip of his ears turning red.

"You can call me (m/n)." His lips stretched a smile, cheekily looking up at the redhead through his lashes.

Sousuke stared for a second before turning away. "Change."

The (h/c) held the cloth Sousuke had given to him, it was literally just a white fabric meant to tie around his waist. "Just this-?" "Yes." Sousuke huffed as he turned back to the (h/c), his fingers snapping a pair of black latex gloves on his hands. "In other words, strip."

"Will do." (m/n) whistled, pulling his clothes off.

The redhead rolled his eyes, rummaging through the cupboards as the (h/c) had his fun teasing the former.

Sousuke did not expect the (h/c) as his customer for the evening. His father had sent him here for work since he had broken three sandbags at the dōjō, apparently his old man's friend owned the place and needed a pair of strong hands to cover a few shifts. Unluckily, Sousuke had been taking a degree in physical education so he was more or less qualified to work here.

However, the clerk suddenly called him on his break, saying that there was a fill-in in one of the private rooms, he was never allowed to step in there by the way, and the woman told him that there was someone looked like around his age while lecturing him about grabbing the right bottles or whatnot.

Sousuke had mindlessly grabbed the basket for the private rooms, there can't be much difference there can it? Probably just the brand itself or whatever.

Fuck, why is he here? Sousuke grumbled silently. He had known the (h/c), (m/n) (l/n) who had caught his eye ever since he walked on campus. His stupid cute smile, really nice build and those fucking thighs-

He snapped himself out of his thoughts hearing shuffles of clothing behind him as he lit the incense and waving the smoke around, letting it dissipate. Something smelled weird. He's dealt with incense before but this one smells more honey?

"I'm done."

The redhead had to stop himself from looking too much as he ushered the (h/c) to lay stomach down on the massage table.

(m/n) pouted, seeing the redhead was quick to place him down as he straddled the massage table, putting his head in its place and his face facing the floor through the hole.

Sousuke helped him place his legs on the rest of the table, his large gloved hands pulling his calves up before setting it down, avoiding looking at the (s/c) presented before him.

The (h/c) felt like he was purring in bliss. "It smells...sweet?" "It's the candle. Nothing much." Sousuke reassured (m/n) and himself, he had never used this specific candle before.

Taking a bowl of warm water, he placed three different sizes of ceramic balls or spheres, letting it sit in the liquid while the (h/c) attempted to start a conversation with him. "How've you've been? Anything interesting coming up?" "None of your concern." (m/n) scrunched his nose at the immediate rejection.

Was the room supposed to be this hot?

He felt warmer than usual, the blood rushing to the lower part of his body. (m/n) continued staring at the carpeted floor beneath him, talking to the redhead. "My team is having a practice match next week. With a university in the next town over."

Tilting the glass bottle, Sousuke dripped the oil in his gloved hands before rubbing them together, warming it up. "So?" "Will you come watch?" He huffed. "For what?"

"For me." There's a hint of flirt and Sousuke had to take a breather before nearing the laying (h/c), avoiding looking at his (s/c) legs. "I'll start now." "What-?"

(m/n) bit his tongue to prevent a moan from escaping his lips when warm gloved hands pressed on in between his shoulders. Fingers moving around, testing the waters as Sousuke gently spread the oil on his back like slicing butter on a piece of bread.

When the redhead felt the skin beneath him less tense, he slowly pressed his fingers deeper, kneading the muscle beneath him, rubbing his thumb in the notches and crooks of his shoulder blades.

Then he moved upwards, trailing his hand and poured more oil directly on (m/n)'s shoulders, letting it stain the cushioned table and he dipped his fingers in the skin between his neck and his shoulder, inching closer to his chest as he massaged his clavicle.

Sousuke was wondering why was the chatterbox underneath him was quiet. Usually customers would let out a satisfied groan every now and then. Maybe it was better for the redhead himself, not having to answer to the (h/c)'s incessant questions.

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, sliding down the tip of his nose. (m/n) was holding in his breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when Sousuke's fingers massaged his nape, pressing his knuckles on the base of his neck, letting the pressure subside when he reached his hairline.

He had been holding in gasps and groans from his throat, feeling so pleasured with the service he's receiving. He felt more fired up than usual. (m/n) almost released a whine when Sousuke pulled his hands away, walking over to the front of him, where the bowl of water was and (m/n) stared at his legs, licking his lips.

"...Everything okay down there?"

Yeah I want you down here- "All's good." (m/n) felt his cheeks flushed, trying to focus back but his mind was foggy, all fuzzy and warm, he couldn't keep his head straight only thinking about those nice thick gloved fingers touching his skin.

Sousuke carefully picked up the smallest ball, placing it in the middle of (m/n)'s back, the latter letting out a noise of confusion. "It's a new thing they brought in. Constant pressure isn't good but the warmth helps and we've been receiving positive feedback..." The redhead muttered, stabilizing the sphere.

"Is it okay for you?"

(m/n) nodded drowsily. "Yeah, yeah. Anything's good from you." Sousuke's mouth gaped from the comment before looking away, grabbing the second ball while ignoring the butterflies raging wildly in his stomach.

"Don't move." He mumbled, balancing the second ball on his upper shoulders, near his nape. He rolled it around, using it as a tool before letting it rest on (m/n)'s body. Sousuke was unaware of the drooling (h/c) who was resisting the urge to utter the most sinful things human beings have ever heard.

The redhead paused, his steps stopping as he gazed at the taper candle, his eyes brimming suspicion before (m/n)'s voice brought him back to reality.

"Hurry up." He whined. Sousuke gritted his teeth, his cheeks warming at the cute noise the other had mewled out. "Be patient." (m/n) grinned. "Don't think you're supposed to talk back to your customers."

He heard the redhead sighed, his legs coming into his line of sight and Sousuke's face suddenly appeared close to his. "And I don't think you should be acting like a brat but here we are. Be quiet...and let me do my job." Hazel eyes stared up at him, his position crouching on the floor near the massage table.

(m/n) was silent, taken aback by the sudden proximity of his handsome face. He definitely got hard. "... Yes, sir." Sousuke groaned in annoyance, immediately standing back up, secretly adjusting his pants.

Immediately, he retrieved the third sphere, letting them all line up on (m/n)'s lower back, the latter letting out a guttural groan at the pressure. Hazel eyes leered at the (s/c) legs on display, sighing lowly as he poured another batch of oil on his gloved hands.

Steadily, he placed his hands on the (h/c)'s thighs, near the cloth and he dragged his palms down, pulling the muscle and knots all the way down to the ankle. Heat was looming all around his crotch as he massaged (m/n)'s foot, rubbing his fingers in between the appendages.

"You're like...mmn- really good at this."

Sousuke heard the drowsy comment from the mouth at the other end. "I work here. It's my job." "Wasn't it temporary?" "As I've told." "Wish it wasn't. I'd come for you everyday."

(m/n) was slurring his words, his cheeks flushed, his dick hard and sweat was dripping from his face to his nose. Fingers massaging him all over, caressing his thigh, pushing his skin and god he wished those fingers were in him.

Just fuck me- The (h/c) grinned to himself, not noticing the reddened masseur who pulled away, grabbing the spheres as well, eager to end the session already.

"Sit up. We'll work on your front next." "...My front?" "Yes. Is there a problem?" Sousuke went to grab a pillow to fill the hole in the head area so (m/n) could lie down on it but when he turned around, the (h/c) was on his side, his face looked embarrassed and he looked away when Sousuke's eyes travelled down to (m/n)'s crotch.

"...It's normal." The (h/c) frowned, mad that Sousuke isn't getting the hint. What the hell? Is it normal for customers to get hard after you massage them or what? (e/c) eyes glared at Sousuke, who was panicking in his head.

"And if I say it's intentional?" "I won't believe you."

He couldn't deny his slight attraction to the (h/c) and what the fuck why does he feel so hot right now? Sousuke staggered when the loop of his pants was tugged.

"Is it normal for you to get hard too?" (m/n) whispered into his ear, huffing his warm breath into the shell of Sousuke's ears that flushed at the contact.

The redhead looked down and he was indeed hard. Had he not noticed the whole time? Sousuke pulled away, facing the cheeky (h/c) who was kneeling on the table, the cloth around his waist barely hiding his erection and an amused expression on his face.

"Stop that." "You don't hate me." "I can." "I don't think you will."

What? Sousuke pressed his lips into a thin line, his head dizzy. (m/n) was so lax around him, closing the gap he had with others, toying with his boundaries like he was edging the redhead, wanting to draw a reaction out of him.

It's the same when they had first met too, when they shared a class. To (m/n), it was normal but to Sousuke, it was thrilling and confusing.

He was melting under the (h/c)'s gaze, his lips quivering and he felt his eyes water. "Are you flirting with me?" (m/n) purred. "Maybe." He winked and held out his hand.

The redhead swatted it away. He can feel his sweat building up on the collar of his uniform. (m/n) looked like a meal in front of him but he couldn't, his heart conflicted.

"Don't...play about these things. Don't toy with me." Sousuke stated, him placing down the pillow, covering the hole in the massage table, (e/c) eyes following him. "....I'm not."

Sousuke clenched his jaw, his neck tense as he felt fingers inching on his nape, tugging his claw clip. He yelped, his hair now loose, red strands laying on his back as the redhead glared at the (h/c).

(m/n) clipped the hair accessory onto his own tresses. "You should kick me out. I'm harassing you and all, aren't I?" The redhead stared at the now sitting (h/c) who swung his feet back and forth. He glanced at his hair clip on the (h/c)'s head.

"I ought to." "...You're hot, Sousuke." A cough escaped his lips, exasperated at the sudden confession. The redhead scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. (m/n) gleamed at him, glancing at the taper candles behind him.

"If you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask." "What?"

"You think I don't see that?" (m/n) jutted his chin to the candle holder behind Sousuke, the one he had lit up earlier. "Lucky Clover. Common choice but it does its job."

Sousuke snatched the candle out of the holder, blowing out the flame, his eyes scanning the brand name edged on the side of the candle. He had grabbed the wrong basket. "I didn-"

"Haa...now I'm all hot and bothered. It's not fair you're not as affected as I am." "I took the wrong candle. I didn't mean to-" "Whatever was your intention, it doesn't matter." (m/n) rested his chin on his palm, his body was coated with sweat, his back smooth with the oils Sousuke had rubbed in earlier.

"I have at least an hour and a half left. Now come here and do your job, masseur."

Something snapped inside the redhead at that moment, something raw and viscous. His feet slowly moved to the (h/c), settling behind him and grabbing a bottle of oil.

Sousuke should have never denied the attraction he had for the (h/c). His words that jumbled his thoughts, his eyes that made his legs quiver, his tongue that flicked against his teeth that made the redhead desire to grab his neck so he can-

(m/n) leaned his back against Sousuke's chest with a satisfied sigh, smudging the redhead's white uniform. Biting his lower lip, he grinned while staring at across the room. Sousuke was something (m/n) had wanted to solve, it wasn't a priority, but with the massages and the oils, it was like a candlelit dinner for him.

The claw clip was pulled from his hair, Sousuke swiping (m/n)'s hair back and clipped it in properly, (m/n) rubbed his cheek on the redhead's hand, the latter not responding and the (h/c) heard him picking up a glass bottle.

Slippery liquid trickled down his chest, Sousuke tilting the whole bottle on (m/n)'s torso letting it trickle down onto the (h/c)'s crotch. He placed the bottle aside, cracking his fingers. The redhead placed his arms underneath (m/n)'s own, looming his hands over his body before placing it flat against the (h/c)'s chest.

(m/n) gasped when Sousuke cupped his pecs, rubbing his nipples in between his fingers. "Mmnn!" He mewled as the redhead continued his work, massaging his man tit, rubbing his hands up and down as (m/n) gripped Sousuke's arms.

He squirmed when Sousuke's movements became rougher, squeezing his chest and essentially groping him. The redhead's right hand trailed down and rubbed the oil all over his stomach, kneading it into his side.

(m/n) was wrong when he had stated that the redhead was not affected as he is. The redhead had only not noticed. His will is strong, not something that is easily swayed by a mere candle.

Sousuke had bear flirts, jabs, and allure from the (h/c). He's a man. He has sensual passion. Although the redhead simply locked his aptitude to bite back deep inside himself. However, (m/n) was brave. Almost like he was aware Sousuke would let him trample all over him.

Hovering his tongue over the (h/c)'s shoulder, he licked a stripe experimentally. (m/n) flinched, his head turning to the side, looking with his glossy (e/c) eyes. He was panting disheveledly, Sousuke's hand still playing with his chest, gripping the fat and pinching his nipple.

The redhead leaned in closer, his face close with (m/n)'s and their breaths mixed. (m/n) was staring at the masseur's mouth, gazing over his lips and the redhead was looking for any sign of desire in his eyes until (e/c) met hazel.

There was only pure unholy lust. Sousuke pushed his mouth towards (m/n)'s awaiting lips. The latter moaning as they mushed their tongues together, exchanging drool and (m/n) was so excited as he sucked on the redhead's muscly organ.

"Aanh haa ah ah!"

Sousuke's right hand went lower, cupping (m/n)'s erection as he squeezed it lightly. The (h/c) bit his lower lip in response, the redhead gasping as (m/n) stuck his tongue inside Sousuke's mouth.

Tearing the fabric at (m/n)'s waist off, Sousuke grabbed (m/n)'s cock, pumping it up and down, earning whines from the (h/c). It was so slippery, so easy to move with the oil coating (m/n)'s skin and Sousuke gave no mercy to the (h/c) whose hips started to stutter in his hold.

(m/n) bucked his hips, loving the attention his cock was receiving as he pulled away from the makeout session. "I-I'm close- nggh ahh ang ahh!"

Ropes of cum spurted from his tip as Sousuke gripped his base, dragging out (m/n)'s orgasm. His hazel eyes had a fire in them, one (m/n) had ever since Sousuke laid his hands on him.

Drool seeped from his lips, (m/n) was in a daze as Sousuke laid his body on the massage table, letting him lie stomach down. He shivered when he felt the redhead pour more oil on his bottom, the liquid dripping on his ass, seeping and touching his twitching hole.

"You wanted this." Sousuke grunted, pulling off of his sticky uniform, revealing his sexy sweaty torso. His hand rubbed one of the (h/c)'s asscheeks before bringing it up and slapping it. The (h/c) yelped at the contact and Sousuke spanked him again, rubbing the oil on the cheek before swinging his gloved hand back down.

"Ah! F-Fucking- ah!" (m/n) screamed, feeling his cock twitch every time Sousuke smacked his ass. His hips stuttered he felt the redhead gripped and spread his ass, revealing his perky hole, Sousuke dipping his covered thumb in experimentally and scratched his rim.

Whining endlessly, (m/n) flinched as Sousuke spat on his hole, feeling the cold liquid trickle down. The redhead pulled his hips up, (m/n) hugging the pillow for stability, his nails digging into the fabric and pushing his face into the pillow.

Sousuke laid his tongue flat against (m/n)'s balls, licking up until he reached the wet entrance and he pushed a finger in, hearing a squeal from the (h/c). Digging inside, he shoved another gloved finger in to spread the hole with a scissoring motion. The (h/c) could only emit muffled cries, staining the pillow with his saliva.

The redhead licked his hole, a flinch from (m/n), and he pushed his tongue inside, brushing his fangs against (m/n)'s rim. He kissed, licked and spat on the twitching entrance, taking his time and ignoring the begging (h/c).

"P-Please- mmn ahh! I-I'm sorry- ungg mmn!"

Sousuke didn't want an apology from the (h/c). All he cared about was the ass in his hand he was eating right now. The redhead sucked on (m/n)'s balls while pistoning his fingers in and out of the (h/c)'s puckered hole.

He stopped when a hand grabbed his arm, Sousuke glaring down at the crying (h/c) whose back was facing him. "T-Too much. I'm s-sorry- mmn!" (m/n) cried, his tears and drool wetting the pillow under him.

"...Then what do you want?" Sousuke asked nonchalantly as he released (m/n)'s hips, letting him drop onto the table. (m/n)'s lower half was trembling.

"I w-wanna suck you off..." "Is this your apology?" (m/n) shook his head. "I want your c-cock in my throat." He mumbled.

Sousuke stared at him, (m/n) tried to calm down his nerves but his entire body was so hot, the oil covering almost every inch of his skin. "Get on the floor." He heard the redhead ordered.

Shakily, (m/n) pushed himself off of the table, landing on the floor on his knees with a pitiful whine. He turned to the unimpressed redhead who stood, his back leaning against the massage table, his flowing red hair framing his gorgeous face.

"I don't understand you, (m/n)." Sousuke mumbled, grabbing his jaw when the (h/c) inched closer to his crotch while on his knees, his (s/c) glistening under the warm spotlight.

Caressing the (h/c)'s inner thigh with his shoe, Sousuke gazed at his dripping dick, raising his line of sight to (m/n)'s panting flushed face. "You don't have to..." The (h/c) closed his eyes, enduring the tightening still gloved grip Sousuke had on his face.

"You're so...confusing. Pushing my buttons, testing my limits. I'm a man, (l/n)." (m/n) nodded drunkenly. "Handsome man..." He slurred and Sousuke rolled his eyes at that and extended his hand into (m/n)'s face who pulled off the drenched latex gloves with his teeth.

"I can't believe you're into this shit." The redhead raised his bare hand, slapping (m/n)'s face, not too hard but enough to leave a red mark. "You like this? You like getting slapped?"

Sousuke smacked the (h/c) again, who only cried out wantonly, his body leaning closer to the redhead's. "Does your friend know? That you're a fucking freak." (m/n) shook his head, tears threatening to spill from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be special then?" (m/n) couldn't even talk properly, getting slapped for the third time. He only slobbered, his eyes peering up at Sousuke's hazel ones. "I-It hurts..." He whined.

The redhead released his tight hold, carressing (m/n)'s cheek. "Went too far, huh? Least' I know your limit now." He gently stroked the (h/c)'s reddened cheek fondly, as if its a way for him to say sorry. (m/n) purring into his touch.

Extending his hand, (m/n) tugged Sousuke's pants, sticking his tongue out eager to suck his cock. The redhead scoffed, his face expressing amusement. "You're cute, y'know?" The (h/c) pawed at the redhead's zipper, pulling it down and shuffling his pants off.

Sousuke pushed his briefs down, his hardened cock springing out and (m/n)'s eyes brightened, his tongue drooling and he whined even more, leaning closer into the redhead. Sousuke cooed, running his fingers through the (h/c)'s hair and he pulled the hair clip off, placing it on his own head.

(m/n) placed his tongue under Sousuke's tip, sliding it gently as he licked the base, caressing the veins. The redhead groaned, bucking his hips and accidentally gripped the (h/c)'s hair. Moving his head forward, the (h/c) took the long cock in his mouth, slobbering his spit all over the shaft.

It was a wonder how their dynamic switched. When (m/n) had first walked in, he was so adamant at poking at the redhead, now he was the one on his knees, sucking Sousuke's cock so desperately.

His cheeks hollowed as he hummed, (m/n)'s palate being grazed and the tip touching the back of his throat. He choked and coughed, Sousuke wanting to pull back but (m/n) grabbed his hips and shoved his own face into the redhead's crotch, his chin touching his balls.

"Anngg- mmff!" Sousuke held onto the table, his fingers clenching on the cushion as he closed his eyes, hot pleasure focusing on his dick and the (h/c). Cum shot from his tip and he was ready to pull out but (m/n)'s nails dug into his hips as he hissed in pain. Sousuke pulled his other glove off with his fangs.

The (h/c) sucked everything he could muster out of the redhead, letting the semen pool on his tongue as he shakily stood up and grabbed Sousuke's face, pushing his tongue in so the redhead could have a taste of himself.

Sousuke choked and gagged as the (h/c) shoved his tongue into his mouth as they stumbled, the redhead's arms around (m/n)'s waist and the latter around his neck. They planted themselves back onto the massage table, (m/n)'s back lying on the stained cushion and he spread his legs.

"Put it in." He breathed out, staring at hazel eyes who gazed back at (e/c), their sweaty foreheads touching each other. Sousuke took a breather and he adjusted himself, pumping his cock and lining it up against (m/n)'s hole.

"Just a second." The redhead spoke, he leaned forward, (m/n) stupidly clinging onto his body and rubbing his cheek against his face as Sousuke grabbed a decanter, biting the cork off and spitting it on the floor. The (h/c) rubbed his dick against the redhead's abs, letting his precum smear all over the rockhard muscles.

Sousuke pushed (m/n) to make room, tilting the decanter and pouring oil onto the (h/c)'s thighs, the liquid dripping down onto his ass and the redhead used his fingers to push it into (m/n)'s throbbing hole.

He also spilled the oil onto his own body, letting it drip from his chest and onto his dick, (m/n) now thrusting his hips to get the redhead's attention. "I know, I know." He mumbled, brushing his lips over (m/n)'s forehead.

Carefully, he held the (h/c)'s waist, adjusting both of them and he pushed in, the slippery oil letting him thrust all of his cock in one go. (m/n) let out a satisfied mewl, his thighs shaking as Sousuke pulled his cock out until only the tip nestled inside the twitching anus.

"Aannh ann ah ah ha ahh!" (m/n) wailed as the redhead began to pound himself with wet sloppy noises emitting around the room. Their squelching was so loud, the oil making their skin soft and wet as it smacked together.

Sousuke licked the (h/c)'s ear, his fangs biting the shell as the (h/c) spread his legs even wider, letting his ankles dangle in the air and the redhead slapped his inner thigh. "God you should've came here earlier." Sousuke groaned into (m/n)'s ear who nodded ferverently.

"Fuck fuck fuck." The (h/c) cussed with a moan , every time the redhead's cock kissed his prostate, his shaft dragging against his walls. Sousuke poured more oil on his base, as he pushed (m/n) down on the table, humping and fucking his meaty cock into his drenched ass.

The candle's waft still lingered in the air, although not as intense as earlier but (m/n) wished that it would last longer. His untouched cock was flicked by the redhead's fingers and (m/n) came, cum shooting out of his stimulated penis and it landed on both of their chests.

Sousuke wanted to kiss the (h/c), however he opted to graze his neck and sucked on the skin there instead, leaving hickies and marks. His hips stuttered as he shallowly thrusted into (m/n)'s bottom, his orgasm arriving and reaching its peak and (m/n) locked his ankles around the redhead, forcing him to still and cum inside his ass, filling his hole with his white batter.

(m/n) pulled Sousuke by his hair away from his neck and crashed his lips onto his and their teeths clashed. There were biting and saliva dripping from their chins, the (h/c) pushing his hips, indicating his want for a second round.

Sousuke climbed onto the massage table, asking (m/n) to kneel like him and he positioned himself behind the (h/c). He rammed himself inside (m/n) who arched his back and started to bounce himself on Sousuke's lap in time with his thrusts.

The redhead hands sneakily cupped (m/n)'s chest, groping his pecs and rubbing the skin. (m/n) whimpered when Sousuke scratched his nipple with his nails, pinching and twisting it as he continued slamming himself in and out the (h/c)'s throbbing hole, his previous cum spilling and dripping out of (m/n)'s rim.

(m/n) turned his face to the side, his (e/c) eyes begging Sousuke for a kiss as he stuck his tongue out. The redhead obliged licking (m/n)'s lips and kissing him again, them sloppily making out for the nth time already. The table shook with each thrust, shockingly still able to support the two.

Sousuke came inside the (h/c) again while (m/n) was pushing his ass back desperately for his own orgasm, the redhead gritting his teeth as (m/n) prolonged his climax by using his cock like a joystick.

Both of them lost any sense they had as they succumbed to their arousal, having sex on the table as much as they could. (m/n) was having the time of his life getting slapped, used like a fleshlight, begging Sousuke to fold him into many position and the redhead indulged in his cries, pushing him up against the cupboard, forcing him to ride his cock and they only stopped when the clerk had came back, knocking on the door while Sousuke was pushing (m/n) into a mating press.

"Is everything alright in there? Aito, the session is supposed to be over."

The redhead grunted out a half-assed response as he covered (m/n)'s mouth and quickly fucked himself inside the (h/c) making them both cum. (m/n)'s body was sweaty and slippery, his skin covered in oils and bite marks, his neck filled with hickies and his ass was dripping spit and cum.

Sousuke pulled the (h/c), pushing him and himself into the small shower station they had and quickly washed themselves clean, (m/n) begging the redhead for one last round and he unceremoniously followed through, making the (h/c) cum on his cock under the pouring shower head.

The redhead forced (m/n) to help him clean, changing the cushions, wiping the floor, throwing away the candle tapers so the clerk won't lecture him for using the wrong ones. Sousuke checked everything, making sure he didn't leave any evidence behind as he changed the drowsy (h/c) into a simple clothing the spa provided for customers.

He packed (m/n)'s clothes and his dirty uniform into a paper bag, clocking himself out of his shift as he left the spa hurriedly with the (h/c) hugging him fondly. Sousuke made sure to drive (m/n) back to his dorm with the latter's car, not trusting him to arrive safely as the (h/c) immediately passed out in the passenger's seat.

-

"(m/n), someone's looking for you." His classmate called him, the (h/c) lifting his head from the table he was sitting in. The class had just ended and (m/n) wanted to stay behind to finish his notes before his classmate yelled for him.

It had been three days since the whole massage thing and he couldn't find the redhead, not even at the spa. Hilarious to think that (m/n) actually went back searching for him but the clerk informed him that Sousuke asked for a few days off, him claiming that he had exams to study for and the (h/c) frowned, knowing that the redhead was avoiding him.

Understandably he was taken aback when he was met with the sight of the abashed redhead, who was standing with his hair still clipped in that purple accessory, his shoulder bag on his side.

"I thought we should go on a date. After that whole y'know." Sousuke handed him a singular sunflower, its stem jagged and (m/n) could tell that he didn't bought this at the florist.

(m/n) caressed the petals as he laughed. "Now which poor gardener did you stole from?" The redhead jabbed his finger behind him, the window showing the university's prestige courtyard with many beautiful flowers blooming, people won't notice one going missing.

"How sweet." The (h/c) smiled and Sousuke looked away, his ears reddened. "Let me grab my bag first. Where are we going?" "Eat. You need some meat if you want to win that practice match."

(m/n)'s heart fluttered, Sousuke remembered the practice match he had mentioned and he took it as a sign of him attending it for him as he hurriedly retrieve his books, shoving it in his bag as he skipped to the redhead.

"Told you I wasn't toying with you." The (h/c) teased Sousuke as he hugged his bicep. The redhead only rolled his eyes, letting (m/n) hang off of his arm as they walked through the hallway, earning weird looks from the rest of the students.

"The sunflower reminds me of you." Sousuke quirked an eyebrow, he had only chose said flower because it was the biggest one in the flower patch. "A flower?" "The sun." The redhead was silent, not understanding what he meant but shrugged. He'll let his potential boyfriend run his mind in weird places.

"Say...do you have it?" "Have what?" (e/c) gleamed up at the redhead. A knowing grin on (m/n)'s face as Sousuke slightly opened his shoulder bag, letting (m/n) peek inside.

The same candle taper, a new one, Sousuke had grabbed some from the spa. He'll cover a shift or two later and (m/n) kissed his cheek, the latter flinched and blushed heavily.

"Can't wait." The (h/c) was now pushing the redhead, eager to start and finish their lunch date so he could make room for their raunchy dinner that would last from the early evening to the dead of night.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

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I had debated the plot for this au but i didnt want it to be some random drugged bunny fuck so theres the convo, the trifling comm, and the buildup there. Everything is better w feelings involved and its good if its one that makes u think, its what gives character

I wished this fic was what debuted sousuke on my page argh. this might be my proudest work yet. When i meant rough I meant ROUGH

This will probably be my last one before i disappear for a couple of weeks. I'll reply to stuff but to post nahhh new sem starts soon so imma be super bz.

Haha i got happy cuz ppl commented on my last post so i shat this one out as quickly as i could.

comment lots and ill post lots mkay🍖

more of aito sousuke! 𖤓

[osunari]

⚠︎ s i l e n t t e m p t a t i o n s (18+)

— ch.2

➤ s t a r t

Mr. crawling x MC

- h o m i c i p h e r 𒌧

"Unspoken Affection”

(please read ch.1 first)

"This again?" you muttered, glancing down at mr. chopped. His severed head was settled awkwardly on the cart, his brows furrowed in a mix of irritation and embarrassment. He looked quite funny, despite the level of seriousness the situation he got himself caught in.

"卄乙(not)丨千 乂(funny) , 几乇(need) 卄乇Ҝ尺(help) !” he grumbled, his tone sharp but his eyes softening ever so slightly. "卄ㄩ卩ㄖ(hold) ! 卄ㄩ卩ㄖ(hold) ! 千乇尺(fast) !”

As you caught your breath, the memory hit you like a chill down your spine. The last time you'd seen him like this— rolling around helplessly—it wasn't by accident. It was her. That hooded child with the sheep-like head. You had watched as she toyed with him, like a predator playing with its prey, her quiet amusement twisted and unsettling.

And now, as if summoned by the thought, she appeared again.

Kids are nuisances even in this world.

At the end of the dim hallway stood a small figure in a pristine, lace-trimmed Victorian dress. The innocence of the outfit clashed horribly with the severed sheep’s head draped over her shoulders, its glassy, lifeless eyes staring into nothingness, the fur matted and stained.

She tilted her head slowly, an eerie, playful energy radiating from her stillness. Her hands hid behind her back, fingers twitching slightly as though ready to move. She didn’t feel malicious—just wrong, like a child who wanted to play a game you couldn’t possibly win.

“That annoying child again?” you muttered in your native language so she wouldn’t understand, your grip tightening on the cart as mr. chopped’s troubled expression worsened.

“千乇尺(fast) ! 千乇尺(fast) !” mr. chopped raises his voice, his eyes closing tightly after he feels a comforting sensation as you wrap him around your arms and run away—completely forgetting about the man on all fours in spite of the situation.

The hooded child didn’t move, but her gaze burned into your back, cold and unrelenting. The sound of your heart pounding overcome the loudness of each step you took on the hardwood floor, a cruel reminder of how close she’d come to taking him away. You didn’t dare look back, each step faster than the last, as if you could outrun the suffocating weight of her stare.

The sound of your hurried footsteps echoed through the endless corridors as you cradled mr. chopped in your arms, his weight surprisingly easy to manage despite the growing tension in the air. His voice was your guide, calm but firm, as he barked directions like a map brought to life. “爪ㄚ几(left) !” he snapped, his tone clipped but steady.

You skidded around the corner, barely catching your balance before dashing down another dim hallway. The walls seemed to stretch endlessly, the flickering lights above casting distorted shadows that made it feel like you were being followed.

“尺千ㄚ(us) 匚几 ﾌ乇(careful) , 千匚(child) 几ㄚ乇(sneaky) !” he added, glancing back from your arms.

You straightened your posture, gripping mr. chopped tighter as determination flared within you. “So she’s quite the prankster, huh?” The playful unease from earlier was gone, replaced by a sharper focus—you couldn’t afford to underestimate the hooded child again. Your movements became quicker, more calculated, your eyes scanning every corner for signs of her. “I got your back.” The air around you felt charged, your resolve cutting through the fear like a blade.

Meanwhile, in the room you had left behind, mr. crawling stood alone in the dark, his towering form oddly still. He had managed to find a solution—a way to trap the hooded child in the room you and him once resided.

“���尺几ﾌ(play) ! ㄥ尺几ﾌ(play) ! ㄥ尺几ﾌ(play) !” the loud banging and ringing of the doorknob didn’t help release her from the room she was kept in, wherein the culprit stood in silence from the other side of the door. “几ㄩ(you) 千ㄚ尺 (bad) ! 几ㄩ(you) 千ㄚ尺 (bad) !” the hooded child’s cries failed to overpower the cloudy thoughts of her foe, whom was now lifelessly staring up at the ceiling—his body hunched down while his mouth open agape.

Where had you gone? His hair shifted slightly as if mimicking his unsettled thoughts, the quiet stillness of the room making your absence more noticeable. You were fine one moment, and then gone the next—chasing that severed head.

His lips twitched with unease, a strange jealousy gnawing at him. That head had taken you away, dragged you into danger without a second thought—while you fully consented to yourself being in light of danger instead of the other. The thought of losing you again made his chest feel heavy. He turned toward the doorway and spotted the faint trail left by the cart you had pulled on earlier.

Without hesitation, he dropped on all fours, his long limbs propelling him forward as he started following your path. He had no exact idea where you might have gone, but instinct and worry pushed him on, his glowing hair brushing against the cold floor as he moved. Whatever trouble you’d run into, he would find you before it was too late.

The wooden stairs groaned beneath your feet as you made your way into the dim basement. The air was heavy and thick, carrying the faint scent of meat and something metallic that prickled your nose. You reached the bottom, your fingers brushing against the cool wall for support, and pushed open the familiar door. The room inside greeted you with its worn-down charm, a space cluttered with some tables, scattered chairs, and a few more familiar details. This place had always felt like a strange mix of horror and comforting—a haven for those who didn’t belong anywhere else.

Your eyes darted around, searching for mr. silvair, but the soft, grumbling sound in your arms pulled your attention downward.

“ㄖㄚ千(put) ! ㄖㄚ千(put) ! 几ㄩ(me) ﾌ乂ㄩ几(want) !” mr. chopped muttered after seeing his favorite blue beanbag that rested on a small table. His small form wriggled in your grip, his frustration almost comical given how utterly exhausted he looked.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting him in your arms as you walked further into the room. “Okay,” you muttered. “Hooded child get you in your sleep.” you teased and attempted to translate in their native language, earning a look of puffed cheeks from the severed head.

You lowered him onto the well-loved beanbag nestled in the corner of the room. He flopped back with a dramatic huff, his sharp features relaxing almost immediately as his eyes began to flutter closed. “几ㄩ(me) 千几ㄩ(feel) 乂ㄚ几(good) ! 几ㄩ(me)丨ㄖ千(sleep) . . .” Within seconds, he was asleep, his tiny form now looking oddly peaceful against the worn fabric. You crossed your arms, watching him for a moment. Not even a thank you? you thought with a faint scoff, but his soft, even breathing made it hard to stay annoyed.

In all suddenness, the sound of a door creaking open broke your thoughts. You turned just in time to see mr. silvair step into the room, tall and composed as always. His sharp features were highlighted by the flickering candlelight, his pale white hair trailing softly behind him as he moved with a kind of quiet grace. In one hand, he carried a syringe filled with an unknown liquid that gleamed faintly under the dim light.

“山ㄚ(we) 乙乂乇(meet) 尺 ﾌ几(again) .” he said smoothly, his voice low and even as his gaze locked onto you. His eyes scanned your figure, lingering on the pale sheen of your skin and the faint bluish veins visible beneath it. A flicker of concern passed across his face, subtle but unmistakable. “几ㄚ(you) 丂乃乇ㄥ(unwell) ? 乃卄丂 (maybe) 匚千 (can) 卄ㄩ几卩(help) .” he informed, gesturing you to take a seat on one of the chairs not far from him—his crossed arms indicating a sense of interest and worry.

Something in his tone made you comply, and you sank into one of the worn chairs nearby. Exhaustion was catching up to you, and the weight of the day seemed to pull your shoulders down. Silvair remained standing, studying you with an intensity that made you feel like a puzzle he was determined to solve.

“千ㄚㄩ(feel) ﾌ丂ㄩ几(pain) ? 乃乂乙(body) 几ﾌㄒ(not) 乃乙卩ㄥ(healthy) .” he said alarmingly, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

You glanced down at your hands, at the strange, translucent quality of your skin that hadn’t been there before. Even now, you weren’t sure how to explain the changes overtaking you. “Don’t know. Me not feel sick.” you admitted in their language, your voice barely above a whisper. “No pain. Yet, not healthy.”

“卂乇卄(when) ㄚㄖ(change) ﾌ几千(occur) ?” he pressed, his tone more focused now.

“When met with red man, mr. scarletella.” you said, the name sending a shiver down your spine.

At that, silvair’s calm demeanor cracked. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his sharp gaze darkened. He took a step closer, his presence suddenly heavier. “scarletella,” he repeated, his voice low and filled with an unspoken weight.

“Why? Something wrong?” you asked, your stomach twisting as unease crept through you.

Silvair frowned, his hands clasping behind his back as he began to pace slowly. The flickering candlelight threw long shadows across the walls, giving him an almost spectral appearance. “几ㄩ(me) ㄖ乙几(unable) 千ㄩ(to) 匚 山乇(lift) ㄩㄚㄒ(curse) .” he said after a moment, his voice measured. “卄几(he) 乙乇尺(want) ㄒ千(you) . 卄ㄩㄥ(want) 几ㄚ尺(your) 千卩几(soul) .”

“Curse?” you echoed, the word leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “Soul??” you uttered in your language, wishing it was something as little as a mistranslation, but your instincts told you otherwise.

Silvair turned to face you, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with a quiet intensity. “乃乇(time) ㄩ乂乇(pass) , 乙乂(you) 丂匚(turn) 千卄ㄒ(less) 卄ㄚ尺卩(human) . ㄥ爪几(similar to) ㄩ卄尺匚ㄥ(everyone else) .” he said carefully, “匚尺(he) 乂千卄(like) ㄚ卩(you) . 几乇 (he) 山几ㄒ(want) ㄚ几尺(take) 卄ㄩ(you) .”

Your heart pounded harder in your chest. “What the hell does that mean?” you thought to yourself as you run a hand through your hair—leaning down the chair with a slouched position, your face almost intact with your knees.

Silvair looked down sympathetically at your troubled figure, although he didn’t comprehend your last sentence, it’s like he could read the words your body language revealed. He hesitated, having difficulty finding the right words to not provoke your mind any curther. With a heavy sigh, his chest shifted—opening his mouth agape to reveal more information about the curse, to which you anticipated. But before a sound could even escape from his mouth, the world around you began to blur. The dim room faded, its edges smearing into darkness, and you felt a sudden weightlessness as though you were falling. Panic clawed at your chest, and you reached out for something to ground yourself, but there was nothing.

Once the transition halts, the world felt impossibly small. You were enclosed in a tight, suffocating space that pressed against you from every side. The smooth, cold walls brushed uncomfortably against your arms and legs, confining you like a prisoner in an unyielding cage. The air was thick and stale, each breath harder to draw than the last, and a faint, metallic tang lingered in your throat. Your pulse quickened, the rhythm of your panic pounding in your ears.

This is so fucking strange.

You tried to shift, to move, but the limited space made even the smallest motion feel impossible. Your fingers searched the surface above, sliding across the smooth, unbroken material. The darkness was absolute, making it impossible to orient yourself. The thought crept into your mind: Was this a trap? Had you been buried alive?

Adrenaline surged through you, and with a burst of desperation, you pushed upward. Your arms trembled as you strained against the weight, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then, finally, the lid above you gave way with a groaning creak that echoed loudly in the stillness.

You gasped as fresh air rushed in, cool against your overheated skin, filling your lungs with a sharp, almost painful relief. Light flooded in through the open space, blinding you momentarily as you struggled to adjust. You blinked rapidly, the blurriness giving way to the sight of a strange, unfamiliar room. Disoriented and still breathless, you peaked half of your face through the opening of the box you were in, immediately taking in the blurry form of two very familiar individuals.

“尺几ㄚ(funny) ?”

“heh-he , 尺几ㄚㄩ(funny) !”

Mr. masque stood with his usual flair, a theatrical magician with his broad-brimmed hat casting shadows over his face, his robes swirling with impossible patterns of monochromatic colors. His every movement was deliberate, calculated, as if every inch of his presence was part of some grand performance.

And then, there was mr. crawling. His lanky form crouched low on the ground as usual, uncomfortably so, beside the magician, his eyes, if they could even be called that—shrouded in shadows beneath his unkempt hair. His posture was stiff, strained. He wasn’t acting like the wary, defensive figure you were used to. No, he was pretending, and it didn’t take long for you to realize why.

Mr. masque was finishing one of his dramatic moments, head slightly tilted toward you. “尺几ㄚㄩ(funny) ? 尺ㄚㄩ(yes) ?” he asked monotonously, anticipating your response.

Mr. crawling, though, did not seem to share his excitement. Instead, a hollow giggle escaped from his lips, forced and shallow. “尺几ㄚㄩ(funny) ! 尺几ㄚㄩ(funny) !” he said, his voice shaky as he clapped his hands together a little too enthusiastically, the laughter too loud, too desperate. His hair flickered erratically, a sign that the effort to play along was a struggle. The tension in his limbs was perceptible as if he knew the consequences of failing to feign interest, failing to show enough interest for mr. masque’s performance.

Is he…? mr. crawling—he’s helping me.

You watched the scene unfold, understanding far too well that mr. crawling’s laugh was just that—a facade. His own discomfort radiated from him, and yet, he didn’t stop. His fingers twitched, and you knew deep down that he was afraid of what might happen if he didn’t play his part. He had approached mr. masque himself to perform the teleportation trick, to bring you back—to return what was once his—and now that it was done, he needed to keep the magician appeased.

But as you stood there, caught in the uneasy aftermath of it all, your mind began to drift. Mr. silvair’s words echoed in your head, still unfinished. He had been on the verge of telling you something important, something that might have explained the sickness gnawing at you. The pieces had been right there, hanging on the edge of revelation… but then, the magic had pulled you away, and now, you were stuck in this strange limbo.

You felt a pang of devastation in your chest. Your thoughts were tangled, the curiosity and the need for answers battling with the reality of being pulled back into mr. crawling’s grasp—summoned, as though you were a mere possession.

Mr. crawling noticed your sudden change in demeanor, his own false smile faltering as he awkwardly shuffled closer, his glowing strands brushing against your skin. He didn’t speak, but there was a fleeting softness in his expression, a rare moment of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual eerie confidence. Yet, despite his attempt at calming you, it was clear that the moment of truth, of answers, had slipped through your fingers. The mystery of your curse and the warning from mr. silvair now felt like something distant, something left behind in the wake of your summoning.

As mr. masque grinned, unaware of the turmoil that had washed over you, mr. crawling silently reached out, his touch gentle but insistent. Without a word, he began pulling you away, the magician’s laughter still ringing in your ears as you were guided swiftly out of the room.

.

.

.

Once you were both left with no company but each others’, the tension in mr. crawling’s posture seemed to break. His usual eerie calmness shattered like glass, and the unsettling facade he wore had melted away in an instant. His glowing strands of hair flickered anxiously, his movements almost jerky, betraying just how much your well-being had rattled him that badly.

He stopped abruptly in the hallway, his head tilting slightly as if sensing your presence, his hair shifting in the air. The intensity of his attention was unmistakable, despite the absence of eyes. “千尺几卩(okay) ? 卄丂ㄩㄥ(pain) ? 千尺ㄒ(need) 乙乇山尺(medication) ?” His voice was low, almost breathless, as though he had been holding his worry in for far too long.

Before you could even respond, his hands were already reaching for you, gentle but insistent. His fingers brushed over your skin as he checked over and under your arms and shoulders, searching for any sign of injury or harm. His touch was soft, but the urgency behind it was clear. His eyes never left yours as he carefully inspected you, looking for any clue that you might be hurt in some way.

The air between you both felt charged, and when his hands moved to lift the edge of your dress—gently, and cautiously as though checking for any unseen bruises or wounds, you froze. The movement was intimate, too close, and something inside you fluttered with the sudden tension of it all. But before he could lift it further, you placed your hand over his, stopping him with a soft, almost hesitant touch.

“N-no…” you whispered, your voice quieter than you intended, a mix of fluster and vulnerability in your tone.

His hand stilled, hovering over your dress, his expression softening as if realizing how invasive his actions had been. “乙丂ㄚ(sorry) , 几ㄩ(me) 匚乂ㄚ千(worry) .” he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt. “几ㄩ (me) 千ㄚ几(worry) 尺山卩乙 (somebody else) 匚乂ㄚ(take) 几ㄚ(you) .” His words were sincere, filled with an anxiety that made your heart ache. “几ㄚ(you) 千ㄥㄒ(leave) , 几ㄚ(me) ﾌㄩ卩(look) 千尺(for) 几ㄩ(you) .”

The raw honesty in his voice made your chest tighten. You could see the genuine worry in his eyes now, his usually intimidating demeanor replaced with something softer, more vulnerable.

His hands slowly dropped to his sides, and he looked away for a moment, his hair falling lower around his face, hiding the faint blush that had appeared on his cheeks. “丂尺匚ㄚ(sorry) , 几ㄚ(me) 匚尺ㄩ千(trouble) 几ㄩ(you) .” he said, his words stumbling slightly. “几ㄚ(me) —” He cut himself off, looking back at you, his gaze filled with an emotion that was both endearing and intense. “几ㄚ(me) 匚尺乙ﾌ(want) 几ㄩ(you) 千尺乇(safe) . 丂尺匚ㄚ(sorry) .”

You could see how conflicted he was—guilt and affection warred within him. But as he stood there, his posture a little more relaxed, you realized just how much he valued you. He wasn’t just the unsettling figure you’d come to know. In this moment, he was… worried. He was worried for you because he couldn’t stand the thought of you slipping away, just like that.

“Why, sorry?” you said softly, your voice quiet but filled with warmth. “Me okay. No trouble, not mad.” You smiled gently at him, crouching down to reach his height and caressing your hands on his head full of hair—hoping to ease some of the tension that still clung to the air because of his conduct.

He looked up at you, his nonexistent eyes softening, and for a moment, his usual jagged grin was replaced with something tender. “几尺ㄚ卩(good) .” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, the weight of his emotions still lingering. “几ㄚ(me) 卂��千(happy) .”

You sank to your knees on the floor, the weight of everything pressing down on you, and an overwhelming need to feel close to him overtook you. Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him into a tight, desperate hug. The moment his form melted into yours, your heart skipped a beat, as the warmth and solidity of his body washed over you, filling the emptiness you’d been trying to ignore. His scent, faint yet oddly comforting, wrapped around you like a delicate blanket, and for the first time in a while, you felt safe. You lingered in the moment, arms tightening around him, wishing the world outside could just disappear. His closeness was intoxicating, and you realized that you never wanted to let go, never wanted this peace to end.

The silence between you stretched longer than you expected. Until finally, he broke it with a soft, amused giggle—“heh-he”, almost like he couldn’t believe what was happening. His voice, though light, held an undeniable warmth, a mix of surprise and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. He realized what was happening—you had wrapped yourself around him, had pulled him close, letting your body speak the words you couldn’t say.

The realization made his heart flutter in his chest, and for a brief moment, he felt exposed. But, instead of pulling away, he let himself fall into it, his arms shifting to hold you just a little bit tighter, his voice dropping low and teasing. “几ㄚ(me) 匚千尺ﾌ(want) 几ㄩ(you) .” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. And in that moment, the air between you both thickened with something new—something unspoken, but undeniable.

⚠︎ s i l e n t t e m p t a t i o n s (18+)

- ch.2

➤ e n d

[ivymarquis]

A Little Death

Pairing| Ghost x F!Reader Rating| M Word Count| 7k Kinks/Content/Warnings| The author has decided she can't be assed to edit this, Chubby!Reader, Kidnapping, nondescript mentions of torture. Ambiguous mentions of S/A (vague enough you can chose to ignore that part if you want tbh), Reader is traumatized from her ordeal but working through it. Fingering, PiV, riding, squirting, Simon has a moment where he's worried he triggered reader after sex but that is an incorrect assumption on his part.

On days like this Simon can almost pretend he’s normal. 

The game’s on, a beer in one hand while the other has been commandeered by his girlfriend with a simple “Gimmie.”

Simon has never been one to worry about his nails beyond clipping them for practicality’s sake.

Having a SAS lieutenant for a boyfriend means she deals with what she insists is Simon’s paranoia and he insists is a healthy level of suspicion about the outside world. Having a nail technician for a girlfriend means every so often she’ll commandeer his hands to ensure they’re up to her standards. As it turned out, adhering to regulations wasn’t up to par for her. 

His neighbor is a popular woman.

It sets him on edge, all the traffic. One or two people at a time, usually other women- sometimes with a man in tow, other times not. They show up, they stay for maybe an hour or maybe 4, and they leave. Within 30 minutes someone else is knocking on her door.

Normal men humor their partners about things they don’t particularly give a fuck about when left to their own devices, as an acknowledgment of its importance to them. 

And so he sits, beer in one hand as she works on the other. Once she’s finished she gathers up the towel that acts as a catch for the various clips and trimmings before making her move to switch sides, Simon easily acquiescing to her whim.

“I’m not keeping you up, am I?” She asks one night. Music plays lowly from a laptop on her patio as he steps onto his for a smoke break. Just because he’s got his vice doesn’t mean he wants the whole flat smelling like it.

“Don’t sleep much anyway, pet. Bit of music won’t change that one way or another.”

Despite his insistence that he’s merely humoring her, he soaks up the attention she readily gives him. When she’s done and tidied after herself she returns with a small bottle of lotion.

He’s got one arm wrapped around her shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of her head as she massages his hand. If he plays his cards right tonight he can probably get her to soothe some of the aches and stiff muscles that always plague him. For now he melts as she seems to know exactly what points to hit in his palm and forearm. 

It’s domestic and normal and Simon can almost ignore the burner phone he keeps on him at all times.

It goes off at 5am on a Sunday, Simon already awake and having been watching the ceiling fan since 4:30. He can’t fall back asleep but can’t bring himself to separate from her. 

She burrows further into his chest as his shifting disrupts her. He’s fairly certain she would crawl inside his ribcage if she could, curl up right next to his heart and never leave. 

Simon would gladly let her. 

She’s a nail technician, he comes to learn. Sure as shit, he eventually memorizes the traffic that comes and goes on a roughly two week interval. Some of them are steadfast in their appointments. 2 o clock every other Thursday. 4 o clock every other Friday. Others not so much- they come around frequently but the days and times are random after the 14 day mark. 

The familiarity of some of the faces takes him slightly less on edge. He will never relax, not truly, but it settles him down now that he knows the pattern. 

It also explains why her hands have two completely different designs on each one. Color, pattern, the shape of the nails. Her left and right hand look like they belong to two different people. 

Simon doesn’t use social media, for obvious reasons. His little neighbor has formed an entire career for herself based off of it. 

But the phone buzzes on the nightstand, an omniscient presence that always hovers heavy in the air.

“Price?” Is all he gives for a greeting. Trying to keep his words short and concise. He doesn’t want to wake her, still under the lull she draws him into without trying. 

He keeps his work and his personal life separate with no intention of ever melding the two. 

“Laswell’s got intel. We meet in 2 days, back on base at 06:00.”

He is about to respond, both an acknowledgment and a hopeful end to the conversation, when she stretches next to him with a groan of protest at being awoken so early. 

“Tell your other girlfriend I said hi,” she grumbles, already knowing it’s Price on the phone and that the clock is officially counting down on the time they have left together. 

“You know at a certain point I'm going to just decide you’ve got a whole secret life with a wife and kids and a picket fence.”

He doesn’t want his work to ever follow him home. Not to her. He keeps them strictly separate. She knows he’s military- specifically SAS- and that he works in counter terrorism and that’s about all he’s willing to tell. She doesn’t need to know details. And more importantly the details don’t ever need to know about her. 

His past missions have haunted him in the worst way possible. He’s finally rebuilt something for himself as the ghost of a dead man, and doesn’t want anything to ever tarnish what he’s found. 

He can’t entirely blame her. It takes a leap of faith to accept the little he offers her. What does he have? A dead man’s name and most likely a violent end waiting for him. 

Eventually he does offer a small peace offering. Price is enough to settle the concerns that she hides as jokes. Provides enough credibility that she can let go of the concern that he’s living a double life.

Well, he is. But not the kind that nags at her. 

Price knows her; Gaz and Soap know that he’s got someone waiting for him at home, but Simon is already at his limit of how much intermingling he can handle. They’re both compromising, both making allowances for their comfort levels for the sake of the other. But he has to draw the line somewhere. 

If Simon had his way Gaz and Soap would be none the wiser, but a night of frantic coupling before he’d left had Simon bearing marks that are incredibly obvious in the changing room. 

“Steamin’ Jesus L.T.! You get jumped by a wildcat?” The chortle from the Scot makes it obvious that Johnny is yet again not afraid to push Simon’s buttons. 

There’s no denying what they are, nor how he got them. Neither Soap nor Gaz are stupid. 

Long, red scratch marks criss cross the broad expanse of his scarred back. He certainly hadn’t complained when his lovely girl had left her mark on him- those nails dragging across his skin had only encouraged him as his hips clapped wetly against hers, hands gripping her knees as he pressed them to her shoulders.

Most nights he is soft and gentle and strokes her skin while his lips press either in her hair or the soft expanse of her neck. He doesn’t roughhouse her tonight, but the knowledge he’ll be gone for weeks and tonight is their last together for the foreseeable future?

Well, the pair of them are a bit amped about the impending separation. It’s a good thing neither of them are particularly known for their good sleeping habits, because there’s not a lot of that usually happening on the nights before Simon leaves. 

Leaving without waking her up is an impossible task but he tries anyway.

Whereas Simon finds sleep difficult to achieve and eventually sleeps like the dead once he finds it, she drifts readily enough but will wake at the drop of a hat.

Usually she’ll settle soon after. Eyes following his form in the dark, waiting expectantly for him to come back after he dresses to kiss her goodbye. 

They carve out a routine for themselves. One for when Simon is home, and one for when he’s preparing to walk out the door until eventually coming back through it.

His therapist is equal parts shocked and pleased to hear that Simon is taking the leap and opening himself up emotionally to someone. 

His therapist is less pleased about the way he simply buries himself in her life when he’s on leave.

Simon is nothing- has nothing- when he is not acting in the line of duty. He is a dead man with nothing to his name and no one who gives a fuck if he ever walks back through the door that isn’t tied to his military career. 

He thrives on the stability and schedule on base. On the simplicity of nights spent out on the field. Wake up, piss, dont die, go to sleep. Wake up, repeat. 

Some days the only thing keeping him from trying to end it all (again, he bitterly acknowledges) when he’s gotten too far into a bottle of bourbon is his therapist and the thought of his team’s face at the news. 

Until, at least, he meets her. 

The mission is brief but successful. Simon is pleased. 

The deepest of the scratch marks has just finished healing and he’s already missing the sensation of her nails dragging against his skin- and he’s not picky about the context, either. 

There have been plenty of nights he’s fallen asleep with his face buried in her chest with one of her hands scratching gently at his scalp and the other tracing in broad strokes across his back.

Of course those nails also feel divine scratching at his abdomen while she is on her knees for him.

There’s a process he goes through when he gets home. It lets him shed the mantle of Ghost- to calm down as much as he’s able and be better equipped to deal with civilian life. Helps him give her the illusion that she is with a normal man who’s not holding onto himself with a death grip, desperately trying to keep the pieces together.

He feels fine when he leaves base and heads home. Everything is normal. 

Until he turns the corner and sees the door ajar.

Fear runs ice cold in his veins, hackles raised and on guard. 

I’m just being paranoid, he tries to self soothe as he steps towards the door. She tells me all the time.

Course, it was one thing when he gripes about how she answers the door without looking to see who it is. She doesn’t leave the fucking door open.

“Wish you’d at least look at the peep hole before just opening the bloody door,” he grouses into her hair, pulling her in so she’s tucked up to his side. 

“If I’m expecting someone to come at 3 and there’s a knock at 3, I already know who it is, Si.”

There are times when he is grateful that she has, by comparison, lived a life where she thinks he is paranoid and needlessly worries. She hasn’t had the experiences he has, and he doesn’t wish that upon her. He’s grateful with the knowledge that every time he’s sent out, thus far, that she’s been tucked away safe and sound until he returns. 

But of course the other shoe was always going to drop eventually. 

“Price?” Simon doesn’t know who else to call. 

He’s standing in the middle of his flat, evidence of an altercation scattered around the living room. 

She put up a fight if the state of the flat is anything to go by. He wants to be proud of that at least, use it as hope-

He just feels hollow. 

A group the 141 has dealt with prior are the ones all the signs point to. They wanted the team’s attention and by God they fucking got it. 

Simon doesn’t understand how they found she has any ties to him. He’s so careful- keeps her tucked away and hidden from any potential cross over with his work.

The next few days are a blur and Simon’s mental health has seen better days. 

He resigns himself, even when Laswell gets a hit and the 141 are loaded into a helo, to the fact that at best this will be a body retrieval mission. 

Even as Soap gives a reassuring knock into his shoulder- we’ll get her back, LT- as confident as ever. 

His sweet girl is dead, just like every other person Simon has ever cared about. 

He doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve losing them all. The only ones he has left are his team, and that’s a tenuous state at best. His family was good. They were normal people with normal lives. She is good and a normal person. 

Her only sin is being foolish enough to love him. 

Some time between getting on the bird and offloading, Simon forces the thoughts in a corner and blocks them off. 

Simon, the terrified boyfriend, gives way to Ghost so he can get through this in one piece. He just wants to find her, bring her home and bury her body. He’s numb to anything beyond the scope of the plan he’s formed in his mind. 

It’s laughably easy. A fringe group the 141 has had altercations with- she’s not exactly a high profile prisoner. They just wanted to fuck with Simon.

There’s no satisfaction or vindication as they clear the building floor by floor. 

He feels nothing.

The further they venture into the building with no sign of her, the pit in his stomach sinks just as far. There’s no sign of anything concrete or anywhere they’d keep a prisoner. 

And then there, in a corner of a hallway, Ghost spots it-

An acrylic nail lying broken on the ground, dried blood clotted on the tips. 

For the first time in days, Simon feels something. 

It’s not hope. He doesn’t dare hope. 

But it’s confirmation that she has, at some point, been in the building. 

It’s also confirmation that she gave it a fighting chance. 

She’s a civilian- nothing much she can do against professional criminals. But she tried and Simon has to find something in that.

They split into pairs down a hallway clearing rooms. Every door that opens only to not have her in it is like a knife that keeps twisting in his abdomen. 

Just let him have this one thing. 

It’s just as Ghost and Soap have called out clear on another room that he hears Price’s voice call to him down the hall. 

There’s only one reason Price would be calling for him specifically.

As he approaches he can hear the captain again, softer this time. Can’t make out what he’s saying but everything feels slow; like he’s moving under water. 

As his mind prepares him for every horrific potential image waiting for him beyond the threshold of the door- there’s nothing that prepares him for what he sees. 

She’s alive. 

Wide eyed and panicked, which is to be expected all things considered, but she’s here and she’s breathing.

Simon forgets himself entirely. He swings wildly from feeling nothing to feeling everything and it bubbles up all at once as he barrels towards her. 

He forgets that while she knows Simon is SAS she knows nothing of Ghost. Simon works in counter terrorism, yes, but she knows nothing about the mask.

So after being kidnapped and going through God-knows-what in her absence, she’s got no fucking clue the 6’4 fucker with the skull mask gunning for her is her boyfriend. 

The sharp, croaked “Stay the fuck away from me!” doesn’t cut but it does jog his memory enough to know she’s absolutely terrified.

Again there’s that part of him that is proud of her. After everything she’s been through even if she wouldn’t stand a chance in an actual altercation- She’s not huddled in the corner. She looks willing to fight him, until Simon rips the mask off his face. “It’s me, love! It’s me.”

“Simon? What the fuck is that?!”

Rather than scrambling to get away she turns to launch herself at him, a tangle of limbs as they cling to each other and reassure themselves that yes this is real and yes the other is there. That this fucking nightmare is over.

Simon buries his nose in her hair- was so certain he’d be bringing her home in a body bag he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. She’s shaking in his grip, sobs ripping through her as he shushes her gently and murmurs “It’s alright, love. I’ve got you now.”

“As much as I love a good reunion- we need to get going, Ghost.” Price is ever the voice of reason, because Simon’s head is not in the game right now. 

He wants to cling to her and never let her go- he needs to pull his head out of his ass. 

Price isn’t wrong. As much as he has to fight off the impulse to tuck her against his side and keep her there, they have shit to do. 

He won’t truly be able to relax until she’s safely stowed on the helo and they’re on their way back.

It’s a bit easier once he puts the mask on. His brain is trained to focus on work and not let his personal life muddy the waters. Where Simon can’t help but falter, Ghost is dauntless. 

Simon can barely string a thought together now that he has her back in his arms. Simon still cannot believe she’s alive and breathing even after touching, smelling and hearing her. 

But Ghost can focus on getting her to the helo. 

Everything is a blur as Price and Gaz lead with Soap bringing up the rear. 

Ghost can’t quite decide where he wants her- keeps alternating between keeping her behind him in the event they get blindsided, that he’ll take any hits that go past Price or Gaz, or getting her in front of him so he can keep an eye on her, and there’s two SAS soldiers in front of her and two behind.

The hostiles in the building wanted the 141’s attention. Mission fucking accomplished.

The ones they chance across are dropped with ease. Simon is no stranger to returning to a location and making his point. Right now he’s got bigger concerns to be worried about. 

A knot of anxiety lodges itself on his ribcage as they move through the building that doesn’t unwind until he’s got her strapped to her seat in the helo. 

For the first time in days he can breathe. The knot slowly untangles as they ascend.

It finally settles in for both of them that she is out and she is safe. She’s been quiet the whole trek to the helo but Price, Soap, and Gaz have been on enough hostage recovery missions to not be caught off guard as she bursts into tears and buries her face in Ghost’s vest. 

It’s finally safe for her to do so, the adrenaline wearing off as she sobs. 

For the most part the other three men try to avert their eyes and not intrude.

Simon’s always been reserved about his life off base and watching him soothe his partner is bordering too personal for the others to witness.

It comes and goes in waves; Simon will settle her down, crooning quietly in her ear too low for the others to hear. She’ll stifle her tears for a bit as he soothes her. They go straight to medical after landing to have her looked at. She starts up again while waiting for the nurse to come back, trying to apologize to Simon through choked sobs. 

He won’t hear it, softly but firmly brushing her apologies to the side and assuring her everything’s fine now, love. No need to apologize.

He feels physically ill when the nurse delicately asks if she needs a rape kit or screenings done.

The rest of the 141 gives them a wide berth- which is a marked accomplishment because all too often Soap and Gaz are trailing behind him and finding some sort of shenanigans to get up to. Simon is perfectly content with the arrangement. He wants to focus his attention on her and that’s easier to do without the sergeants under foot.

His room on base is much like his entire apartment was before she moved in.

It’s 3am, Simon needs to take a piss and as he’s doing so, he’s not-quite eye level with a sign that says

“★★★★★ -

Would poop here again”

He’s got no idea when or where she found that, let alone put it up, but rolls his eyes good naturedly as he tucks himself away.

Normal people have bathroom decor.

Simon can appreciate a bit or a joke as much as the next person- but while this space is his it’s not something he’s ever felt the need to decorate. It’s a bed for him to crash on in between missions or if he’s too bloody exhausted to safely make the trek home.

There’s only one piece of any sort of personal touch to the room- a framed photo of her.

Simon intends to see her through the next few days- they’ll head home in the morning and realistically there’s only so long John can hold off on calling the boys in again. But the captain says he’ll do what he can to keep Simon home while they settle back in. He’s been due for some leave anyway.

He doesn’t sleep the first night. She swings drastically between being knocked out and jolting awake screaming and crying. Even once she’s gotten over the initial shock of her rescue it still takes time for her nervous system to calm down.

“I’ve got you, love- you’re safe here” he murmurs into her ear as she trembles like a leaf. “We’ll be home soon, yeah? You’ll feel better once you’re in our bed.”

The question is twofold- it is to soothe her, and also to gauge her reaction to the prospect of going home. Simon won’t hesitate to set the flat ablaze if it makes her feel better. 

Start fresh.

For now she seems to sleep better if he’s got her pinned up against the wall- the bulk of him a physical barrier to anything that might enter the room.

He’s always slept between her and the door so that’s no hardship- it just takes time to realize she feels safer trapped between him and the wall.

They make it through the first night in one piece, although the next morning she will not stop chewing on her nails. With someone else, he wouldn’t necessarily be surprised- but she’s never been a nail biter.

It dawns on him, as she sits on the couch and bursts into tears, that she wants the nails (or at least the ones that survived the ordeal) off, and is winding herself up too much to take them off the way she knows she should.

Simon goes to her office; he’s watched her enough that he knows the steps and the materials she’ll need, gathering them up before coaxing her to the table.

There’s no interest in redoing them but Simon manages to get the current sets off of her so she doesn’t damage her nail beds- assuming she stops chewing on them (which she does).

Over the next few days he lets her set the pace. She’s jumpy at home and calmer when he takes her out to run errands or just to stretch their legs. 

Maybe he will propose moving sooner rather than later. Their building is a shithole anyway.

He puts her in therapy after a week. It’s the only time he’s away from her. Realistically he knows it’s not good to have her so used to always being within arms length or eyesight of him- it’s not sustainable when eventually he will be called back in. But he has no qualms for the coddling he subjects her to while he’s able to. She’s quiet and comfortable with his hovering in a way she’d never tolerate before she was abducted- he figures he’ll know when she’s feeling a bit like herself again when she starts complaining about him not giving her any space.

Knowing she’s got the therapist gives him some security on how she’ll mentally cope when eventually he needs to leave again.

Her bursting into tears occurs less frequently. If Simon has to pry himself away from her to take a piss in the middle of the night she’s not up, back ramrod straight and waiting for him to come back with wet, teary eyes.

As the days tick on, bleeding into months later, Simon idly acknowledges that-short of when he’s on deployment- this is the longest they’ve gone without having sex. There’s nothing else that goes with that acknowledgement- he’s far more concerned with her well being than he is getting his kicks. He’s just taking stock of all their ‘normals’ and prior to her abduction they’d had quite the active sex life.

It’s one day as they’re watching a movie that it’s apparent Simon isn’t the only one aware of their dry spell.

They’re laying on the couch, her back pressed against his front with one of his heavy arms draped across her rib cage to keep her snuggled up against him as they watch the screen in front.

At first he thinks that she’s repositioning- thinks nothing of it and lifts his arm just enough to allow her the freedom to wiggle to a more comfortable spot. She keeps wiggling though and Simon is trying to keep his mind off the sensation of her arse grinding into his groin. Trying to ignore the way his dick twitches in interest, because- God help him- he's not dead and the love of his life is grinding her arse on him. Bodies are going to do what bodies do, and he can feel himself stiffening in response.

“Sweetheart, you need to sit still,” he whispers the plea into her ear. 

Her head tilts back towards him and lust jolts through his body at the look in her eyes while she still continues to grind against him.

“I miss you, Simon,” and given how he is rarely further than grabbing distance from her, there’s very few other ways to interpret what exactly it is that she is missing.

He’s a goner when she gives him that wide, doe eyed expression paired with the prettiest “Please?” he’s ever heard in his life.

One moment they’re quiet and content laying on their sides on the couch- the next Simon’s gripping her arm and pulling her on top of him as he settles onto his back. She follows his lead and moves so her weight is settled on his hips as his hands grip hers.

It is no hardship on his end to wait for her- the patience never truly even registered in his brain. She can have as much time as she needs and Simon will give it to her gladly.

But his pretty girl batting her eyes at him and pleading softly for him? His patience isn’t the only thing he’s willing to give her.

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t mean to second guess her or make her question herself but he does want to make sure that she’s not acting on obligation.

“Yes, Simon- Please,” and who is he to deny her?

His hands are on her immediately- pulling her towards him and encouraging her to grind, knowing her sweet clit will light up at the friction of her soft panties dragging across the rough material of his jeans.

His lips find hers, separating only briefly as he hauls her dress up and over her head, happily discarding the material in a heap on the floor.

His hands grip her hips, Simon relaxing into the couch while his fingers dug into the pillow soft skin perching above him. He’s straining against the fabric of his jeans- knows the tip of his erection is leaking clear pre and it’s not just going to be her being the reason the fabric has a wet spot.

The couch is certainly not the worst place to be, his beautiful girlfriend’s tits in his face as she grinds down in his lap with little hitching breaths.

“Just like that, pretty,” he encourages, kissing down her jawbone, the length of her neck and across her collar bone before happily mouthing at her breasts which are blessedly right in his face.

Simon groans in pleasure as he teases one nipple, her sweet mewls and the grip on his hair only spurring him on.

Grabbing a handful of her plush arse, he groans in anticipation while switching from one breast to the other.

It’s been a fair while since his back has been shredded by her nails and he can’t wait to feel the bite of them dragging down the length of his spine.

“Lift up, sweetheart,” he instructs, somewhat loath to release her plump bottom but eager to get her dripping for him.

She pulls up enough for him to slip one hand between her legs. Exploring fingers are quick to spread her wetness, dipping between her folds and dragging back up to circle her clit softly.

“Fuck- Simon!” she whines in his ear.

He knows enough by now what makes her tick. Once she’s all warmed up and ready to roll, that sweet cunt of hers could take a thrashing. But warming up involves feather-light touches to get her squirming and squealing for him.

“Feels good, pretty?” he asks despite knowing the answer in the way her arms wrap around his neck and she sags against him, hips twitching as she lets him tease her.

“Ye-yeah,” she murmurs, and presses her lips against his neck as he takes another pass- finger pulling away from her clit just to draw shivers from her as he traces back down her folds and presses ever so lightly against the entrance on her- just to the first knuckle- and making his way back to tease her clit.

Each pass has her rocking her hips more as he slips more of his finger inside, eventually adding a second that has her mewling and squirming in his lap.

He’s going to have one hell of a hickey from how she’s sucking on his neck, but Simon can’t bring himself to care. Not when his ears are graced with the delightful little noises she makes- whimpers of protest as he pulls his fingers out of her, the shaky inhales as he circles her clit and the trembling moan when he once again slides his fingers inside of her to give a few pointed strokes to her g-spot just to get her shivering and blinking up at him with lust-blown eyes.

“Fuck you’re wet,” there’s absolutely zero resistance now, even when he slides a third finger inside her. 

“Please,” she mewls into his skin, hips rocking in time with the thrust of his fingers into her.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” He’s always found her an absolute delight to tease- she gets so flustered and stares at him with that doe eyed, betrayed look- how dare he make her ask for anything when it’s obvious what she wants.

“Please let me cum,” she pants as her eyes screw up in pleasure while his fingers trace and circle her clit for several passes.

“You wanna cum, love?” His tone is just a bit too soft to be a mocking tease despite the way she glares at him. Spoiled little thing so easily sliding back into her old habits.

“I’m going to bite you,” she grumbles in bemused annoyance, brows furrowing as she tries to follow his hand while teasing her.

He doesn’t doubt his little viper for a second, mollifying her displeasure with three fingers digging for that spot that makes her see stars.

“Oh~,” she mewls against him as he stokes the fires of her orgasm with a vengeance. He doesn’t stop, angling his hand so his thumb can stroke against her clit and enjoying the way she trembles against him like a leaf caught in a windstorm.

“That the spot, hm? Right there, innit?” He rumbles low in her ear, a satisfied smirk on his face as she nods in a big sweeping motion against his neck. “Come on, pretty. You wanna cum so badly? Do it.” he baits.

Mission accomplished.

Fuck he’ll remember the vision of her crying and cumming and trembling in his hold, soaking his forearm and abdomen as she squirts, for the rest of his days. His free hand runs soothingly down her back for a few passes before pulling both hands away from her.

She’s immediately whining against him, upset at having his touch taken away. “Simon, please-”

He shushes her with a kiss to her temple, “I know what you need, sweetheart,” he murmurs while deftly undoing his pants and freeing his cock.

It only takes a few strokes, already straining and ready to perform, before they’re shuffling as he pulls and maneuvers her so she’s hovering above him and Oh fuck has Simon missed this as she sinks down on him.

It always takes a couple attempts- he’s not a small man, and doesn’t want to risk injury. Not to mention there’s just something fucking delicious about only giving her a few inches, pulling back and feeding her just a few more. Slow, short, steady thrusts that get deeper bit by bit, having Simon ready to melt into the couch at the bliss of being buried in her by the time she sinks all of her weight onto him, her groin pressing against his.

She’s so fucking warm and wet, clinging to him as she shuffles to get good leverage on top of him to bounce.

Bloody fucking hell does she feel good. “That’s it, pretty. Take it all,” he encourages her while she whimpers above him- if he angles himself just right he can grind her clit against him in a way that has her sucking down air and shivering.

She’s so good for him but he knows there’s only so long she can bounce in his lap- even resting on one knee on the couch and her other foot on the floor so she can shift her weight and give leg a break every now and then, Simon throwing his head back and groaning loudly.

It’s one of the only times he’s particularly verbose- Usually content to be silent and broody unless he has a specific question in mind, the bedroom (or in this case the living room) is the one place where he is a chatterbox. The mouth on him is surreal at times, and while one would think his sweet girl would be use to the filth every now and then he’ll catch her off guard with some particularly out of pocket comment.

For now though, he’s a bit reserved- doesn’t want to go from zero to a hundred out of nowhere.

No, for now his attention is focused on the goddess bouncing on his cock, wondering if he can get her to squirt a second time if he just- he shifts underneath her, changing the angle and fucking hell does that seem to do the trick for her. Swiping one of his thumbs across his tongue before pressing it to her clit and circling again, Simon can’t help the smug look on his face when she squeals. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck,” he grunts as he thrusts up into her. From how those pretty thighs are trembling, her legs are about to give out as he fucks into her. 

“Simon!” She’s yelping his name with glassy eyes and a clenching cunt “Fuck- Simon! Please-”

She doesn’t have the energy to get herself back up again- poor thing, her thighs must be burning, and he can’t help but be a cocky fuck about the fact that she loves riding his dick to the point that she physically can’t keep going.

“On your back, sweetheart,” he instructs with a light swat to her ass- appreciating the way her body jiggles at the impact.

His sweet girl has done so well and worked so hard, it’s only right that he rewards her. Once she’s on her back he grips her under her knees and folds her legs back- gives himself room between those gorgeous thighs.

“Fuck, baby- please don’t stop,” she pants underneath him, back arching in pleasure as his mouth drops to her breasts again. Her arms wrap loosely around his neck, and he twitches in anticipation at the feel of her nails tracing ever so lightly against his back.

“Not gonna stop, pretty girl.” he groans against her skin, alternating between which nipple he has between his teeth.

Fuck she’s clenching down on him like a vice. He knows she’s getting close; squirming in his grip, keeping her legs nice and spread for him. The feel of her nails reaching down his back and dragging up his spine pulls a groan that would be embarrassing if Simon could find it within himself to care in the slightest. The slight pain encourages him as he cants against her.

“Simon!” The sound of his hips knocking into the back of her thighs is loud and messy. Fuck he’s such a goner when she looks up at him with that sweet expression on her face- pure adoration and wonder in her eyes.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Fucking hell, love,” he grunts out, a second wind reinvigorating him when she starts shaking. Those plush thighs shaking in his hold as he knocks the sense out of her pretty head, he’s so fucking close he can taste it but is determined to get her across the finish line first.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he purrs in her ear, “You feel fucking perfect taking my cock. This wet cunt’s all mine, innit?”

All she can do is chant “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again- Simon’s not sure if even she is certain if she’s repeating the word to answer him, or if she’s just babbling because he’s making her feel good and she’s getting close.

“You gonna cum again love? Gonna soak me, hm?” He’s just running his mouth now- knows the shit she likes to hear, reaffirmed by the way she’s shivering in his hold and crying for it with a glassy eyed gaze.

Whatever she is going to respond with is cut off with a squeal. Simon rears back, enjoying the show as she makes a mess all over his cock with her eyes rolled back. He lets go of one of her legs in favor of teasing her clit just shy of overstimulation to prolong her orgasm- she lets him for a time before her hands abandon shredding his back in favor of wrapping around his wrist in a plea for mercy. 

“Simon it’s too much,” she laments with teary eyes as he pulls his hand away with a chuckle and a chaste kiss. 

He stays curled over her, hips driving into hers. “Tell me where you want it,” he instructs.

“Inside! Please, I want it inside!” Her answer is sharp and immediate, the leg not pinned to her chest wrapping around his waist like she is daring him to even try to pull out.

And fuck there is something cathartic about his orgasm when it hits. Burying his face in her soft body while his hips snapped into hers a few times, Simon groans as his vision damn near whites out for a second.

Simon knows better than most that there’s good days and bad days- and a presumed good day can become a bad day quicker than one can blink. But overall he feels like consistently she’s doing better all around. They take their time calming down, Simon showering her in attention and getting a feel for where her head is at. Praising her for how well she did and making sure she feels stable.

He lets out a breath, feeling confident that she’s settled, having a good day, and everything is fine for now. 

And it is. Until about two hours later.

One moment they’re finishing the movie they’d initially started before the impromptu romp on the couch, and then Simon has a 3 second warning of her sniffling as she obviously tries to fight back the tears and then she’s sobbing harder than she has in weeks.

Simon goes from content to concerned in a second, his blood turning to ice in his veins. His immediate assumption is that their prior activities finally caught up with her mentally and now that she’s had time to think it over it wasn’t good. It was too fucking soon to have sex. He should have told her no, should have been gentler, should have-

“Sweetheart? Talk to me,” his voice is tinged with a thinly controlled concern (not panic he convinces himself) and while he means to comfort her, she can hear his tone and that just sets her off anew.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she blubbers, turning to face him. “I don’t know why I’m crying!”

That settles Simon’s nerves somewhat, stroking her back and pulling her close to comfort her. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” he soothes her, listening to her sniffle against his shirt after shoving her into the crook of his neck.

“I just want to feel normal again,” she sobs into his collar.

“You will, love,” he assures her- never mind that ‘normal’ is something that even he struggles with on a near daily basis. “It’ll take time but you’ll get there. I promise.”

He’s a bastard for making a promise to her that he can’t guarantee to keep. There’s a part of him that knows that- hell, he’s been working on his shit for years and he still doesn’t feel normal most days.

But while he can’t promise that she’ll ever get back to feeling exactly the same as she did before all of this happened, he can promise that he’ll be by her side and ensure she’s adjusting. It will take time, and work, but Simon will make sure she gets there one step at a time.

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hiii,

as someone who only recently started poking their nose into this, help i am so confused T-T do you have like a slythering boys 101 or something i am so lost on them and their personalities q-q

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O H M Y G O D S

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME FOR A FULL RUN DOWN EHEHEHEHHWHEHE THANK YOU

okay so essentially the Slytherin boys consist of about 5-7 boys. Draco Malfoy(canon), Blaise Zabini(Canon), Theodore Nott(canon character, will explain), Mattheo Riddle(Fanmade), Lorenzo Berkshire(Fanmade), Tom Riddle(the third. Fanmade, not the dead one), and Regulus Black(Fanmade, again not the dead one)

You’ll typically see Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Theodore being written about, but its not hard to find Tom Riddle and Regulus Black content either.

So like? Who are these people?? How did they come to be??

We already know Blaise and Draco, they frequent both the books and movies so i’m not going to spend a lot time talking about them.

Draco is just about canon Draco. I can’t think of anything that really changes about him in the fandom.

Blaise has a lot less book/screen time than Draco so a lot of people have taken it upon themselves to characterize him. I see him as a very posh, haughty, quiet person. I think he’s at least half Italian even if he doesnt speak the language, but that differs person to person.

Okay here’s where it gets a bit complicated so stay with me(if you need clarification on anything PLEASE feel free to dm me or send in another ask <3)

Theodore Nott

Mentioned in the books maybe twice, all we know is he’s a slytherin pureblood with some h e a v y ties to Voldemort. Because we have so little information on Theodore, all of it’s basically made up.

Basic information:

He’s fancasted as Lorenzo Zurzolo, and Theodore himself is Italian and completely fluent in the language. You’ll mostly see clips of him from the show Baby(netflix)

Most people agree that his mom is dead, but i’ve seen some fics where shes alive and just ill, and i’ve seen fics where shes alive and just absent. I characterize Theo as a total mamas boy, but again its up to the author.

His dad seems to be abusive or neglectful. Again, death eater dad who is pretty much besties with Voldemort. Daddy issues

I characterize him as best friends with Mattheo Riddle(explain later) because of their family ties, but they truly get along.

He’s an avid smoker with a pension for ciggies, but i’ve also seem him characterized a few times as the Hogwarts plug which i think is SO fun.

He’s this really quiet, observant, yet flirtatious character. He’s a ladies man but still a heart breaker. Everyone wants to sleep with Nott, and thats okay.

Mattheo Ridde

Mattheo comes from a draco x reader fanfic called Possesive by yasmineamaro. I think you can still find it on Wattpad. He’s completely fanmade.

Basic Information:

He’s fancasted by Benjamin Wadsworth, and you’ll mostly see clips of him from the show Deadly Class

He’s the son of Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, and depending on if the author believes in Tom Riddle the Third, Mattheo is the second child.

Again, Avid smoker, also I see him as a heavy drinker. Type of guy to come into class reeking of pot and act like nothing happened.

Fights galore man. Imagine having the dark lord as your dad, no doubt he was fuckin traumatized as a child. Imagine Ominis Gaunt from Hogwarts Legacy, the Guants were FUCKED UP(Gaunts actually became the riddles so this tracks) and often used unforgivables on their own children for discipline. Cant imagine Voldemort wouldnt do the same.

He is angry, he is mean, he is actually really funny and sweet once you talk to him(can we tell i have a favorite?) but getting through that hard outer shell sucks.

Also depicted as a major playboy.

Tom Riddle(the Third)

Oh boy. No idea where he came from, and tbh I see him WAY less often than anyone else. Its really a 50/50 if the author follows him being… real.

Basic information

Okay i don’t really write for Tom so.. bear with me here.

He’s casted as… just Tom Riddle from the Movies. Its just him. I think Tom Riddle second actually got a new fancast but… i dont really care :P

Heir to the Dark Lord, oldest child(again, when he exists, so don’t be surprised to see single child Matty)

Really just copy/paste book tom riddle into a new, young character.

He’s scary asf, academic weapon, also a ladies man but will drop them IMMEDIATELY after he fucks em

Idk what else to say here tbh? Maybe someone else can explain Tom better 😫

Lorenzo Berkshire

No clue how this fucker came to be, I fucking HATE him. Fanmade and BITCHY. JK just got corrected he’s from a draco x oc on wattpad called Filthy by babynaomi

Basic Information:

Fancasted by Louis Partridge, you’ll most likely see clips from Enola Holmes.

Bastard son of Mr. Berkshire and Bellatrix Lestrange which relates him to the Riddles.

I see Lorenzo being this bestie little trio with Theo and Mattheo. But Matt and Theo are way more likely to hang out with eachother than alone with him.

Suppeeeeeeer bitchy. Someone had a DR scenario where he would fuck everygirl he could, write their name down in a little black book, and each girl was worth different points based on blood status.

This guy sucks fr.

Actually some people characterize him as really sweet and fluffy.

I am not one of those people.

Regulus Black

No ideas where this guy came from. He’s literally just dead regulus copy and pasted into an alive, younger regulus. Supposedly the child of Sirius Black and some random woman?

Basic Information

He’s fancasted as Timothee Chalamet, so is dead regulus, its really confusing.

I dont write for him. Really, I dont know what to tell you

I’ve seen him portrayed as an artist?? Erm… again, i really dont know

Sorry pookie 😫

But!! This is fanfiction! And you can make uo all your own information for these guys because theyre not real!! Thats like.. the essential run down i suppose?? If youre confused about anything just let me know 🥰 really, it looks all intimidating but these characters are super easy to understand. Try poking around tiktok for POVS, silly as they are(dont @ me i read them too😫) theyre really helpful for understanding personalities. I remember being super confused when i first found em too.

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THE TASTE OF THE DIVINE ♡ GOJO SATORU

gojo satoru x fem!reader

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? oral [m!receiving], throat fucking, hair pulling, reader's feral for gojo

sugar level? 0.5k

parlor's note? yes this is literally because of that two second clip of gojo breathing heavily in the shibuya arc trailer, thank you.

regulars? @sugusshi (lemme know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist!)

bon appetit!

"fuck fuck, there you go." gojo exhaled when the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat. he would've loved to lean his head back against the couch as you pleasure him, but he knows how much you love it when his attention's on you so he continues to look down on your figure, kneeled between his spread thighs; when you make eye contact with him and cheekily wink, he decides he loves it too.

he's been working so hard lately, flying from prefecture to prefecture, risking his life nearly everyday to protect people like you. now it's time for you to help him.

you hollow your cheeks as you pull away from his cock, and the friction has him grabbing the cushion of the back of the sofa next to him while his other hand tightens its grip on your hair. the dull pain radiating from your scalp only makes you moan, sending strong vibrations to his tip and he swears he could cum right then and there as a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold runs down his spine.

even with your eyes watering from your gag reflex being abused and your lips swollen, there's nothing on your mind but a want, a need to bring the god-like man in front of you to pleasure.

relaxing your already-aching jaw once more, you lower your head on him, bobbing up and down at the pace you know makes his eyes flutter shut in bliss but close to never uses because he doesn't like being rough with you. you could barely care less right now though, about how your jaw is going to ache, your throat, your mouth, anything. you're intoxicated by his very presence.

"shit," he hisses through gritted teeth. "you really wanna ruin me today, huh?" even the mere breathlessness in his deep voice makes you squeeze your thighs together with pure and unbridled want.

the room is filled with the sounds of him groaning, your satisfied little hums, and the squelch of your wet mouth on his wet dick. it's absolutely disgusting and filthy and you wouldn't have it any other way.

your lust for him comes from something primal inside you. it causes you to abandon all senses, all thoughts, and all cares.

sometime between you taking him into your mouth and now, he's gripped your hair and fucked your throat raw. you never noticed it though. you're going at the same pace as him. you couldn't get yourself to stop, to find contentment where you are.

you only find it when he pulls you off him and finishes on your face, coating your features with white, thick ropes of his cum. it drips down your cheeks, to your throat, your tits where you run a finger through the sticky liquid and put said finger in your mouth, tasting him on your tongue.

when you release the digit with a lewd pop! he chuckles, still breathing in heavy pants and runs a hand through his hair. "always such a naughty girl for me, hm? why don't you bend over the table so i can return the favor."

i get: reblog

you get: gojo returning the favor

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.⋆｡His High｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

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Riding the high of his new fix, Kylo shows her the beauty of her subservience

Chapter Warnings: dubcon, smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, cockwarming, oral (m receiving), public sex, fingering, ocean sex (don't do this- the chaffing isn't worth it)

WC: 2.2k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The First Order was just that, an order. Routine was drilled into them from the moment they were conscripted. Everyone had their place and every job had its responsibilities. The patrol ships left at the same time every day, returning several hours later only for another batch to be sent out when the hall lights began to dim. As a lone TIE fighter streaked by the large window, Y/N stretched her limbs, it was time for her lunch.

Meals were delivered three times a day to the sith lord’s chambers. Sometimes there would be enough for two but most of the meals were only for one.

Y/N sat up against the headboard of the huge bed she was chained to as she heard footsteps make their way down the hall. She had gotten good at listening to the sounds outside those dark walls that surrounded her, she had almost worked out which stormtroopers would bring her food each day just by how loudly they marched. 

Yet when the doors opened, her master was the one that entered. Immediately, she rocked to her knees, hands clasped in her lap, just as he liked her. “Up.” He said, his voice clipped. Her head tilted in confusion.

“Sir?” His helmet turned to her, the blank expression giving her no answers as to what he wished. A sigh bled out from his respirator before he pulled something out from under his cloak and threw it to her. Two small light brown candles landed on the bed a few inches from her knees.

“Put those on and come with me.” With a flick of his wrist, the silver chain attached to her collar fell away, leaving her free. “Now.” He ordered and Y/N sprang up. Her hands shook with nerves as she slipped them onto her feet. She stood from the bed on uncertain legs and almost crashed into the much taller man. He caught her with a gloved hand, steadying her easily. His touch lingered for only a moment before he dropped her arm like it had burned him and turned back to the open door.

“Keep up.” And then he walked off. She scrambled forward, following behind as closely as she could despite how quickly he was walking. They passed throngs of stormtroopers, each one saluting him as they walked by. She could feel their gazes on her but she kept her eyes locked forward on her master’s wide back.

Excitement stirred in her gut, having only seen the med bay and Kylo’s rooms, this was an overload for the young woman. There was a tinge of fear in the back of her mind, a warning to keep her guard up for what the sith may have planned. Her brain reminded her that even if he had been kind to her so far, he was still a dangerous man.

Soon they approached another set of blast doors and before Y/N could even wonder what was behind them, they slid open with a series of mechanical thuds.

The breath was knocked from Y/N’s lungs as they stepped into the hanger bay. Kylo continued to walk but she was rooted to the spot. She had never seen anything like this in her life. It was so much more advanced than the sand gliders of her youth and even bigger than all the villages on her planet combined. 

There was only one ship docked in the hangar but it could easily hold 10 within its hexagonal walls. Huge lights were built into each vertical metal panel that lined the bay. Y/N could only just make out the blue shimmer of the forcefield at the mouth of the hanger. It was filled with robots bustling around, doing repairs and menial jobs, smoothly moving away from the pair’s path. 

“Girl.” The modulated voice broke her from her amazement. Her eyes snapped back to attention, finally catching sight of the huge black TIE fighter standing right behind her master’s hulking form. “Come along, the journey will be long so we need to leave quickly.” She stumbled over her feet as he strode towards the ship.

The cockpit opened smoothly as they approached, revealing the dark interior which included only one jump seat. Her brows scrunched. “There’s only one seat, master.”

“Yes.” He replied before he swung himself over the control panel, settling into the seat. She was confused only for a moment as Kylo reached a long arm out to her. “Take it.” His black leather gloves were surprisingly warm as she fit her smaller hand into his much larger one, the material creaking softly with the curling of his fingers. 

Then, he pulled. Suddenly, Y/N found herself in the air and moving quickly towards the hull of the ship. Just as she let out a yelp, her ass was planted on two very firm thighs, her back pressed against Kylo’s front. He grunted under his helmet and readjusted the girl so she wasn’t sitting right on his cock. Warmth crawled up her neck at the sheer power he had just exhibited, and she was ashamed to admit but it set her veins alight.

He pulled his hand from her grasp (she hadn’t realised that she was still holding him) and pressed several buttons on the display before them. The red glass shield came down, shutting them in as the huge engine came to life. Y/N jumped back into her master in surprise, causing him to let out an almost inaudible chuckle. “I guess you haven’t been in one of these before.” She shook her head and looked back at him.

“I hadn’t even been in a star cruiser until the day you selected me.” He hummed with a measure of self-satisfaction, winding an arm around her soft tummy as he took the controls with his other hand.

“Hold on tight then.” She watched as the world around them seemed to spin, the view of the dark walls quickly replaced by the vast expanse of the ‘verse. Her fingers tightened on his forearm, her eyes almost doubling in size. The fighter silently glided out of the Star Destroyer, giving her a good look at the truly massive ship she had called home for the past couple weeks. 

Using her distraction, Kylo lifted her wide hips from his lap, giving the soft flesh there a tap- a silent signal for her to remain in that position which she obeyed blindly. Her pale pink dress lifted over her plump thighs, the hem coming to rest right below her hips. A hand slipped between them and cupped the roundness of her cunt. “Keep your eyes forward.” He murmured as a thick finger prodded at her entrance.

“Press that button by your knee.” His middle finger, still covered by his glove, sunk into her warmth, uninhibited by any undergarments as she had been barred from wearing them. She bit back a moan as she reached for the button, letting the pad of his finger hit the place inside her that set her body ablaze. She did as he asked and suddenly the stars warped, growing longer and longer until they were only streaks of white above their heads. 

Another finger breached her before quickly being followed by a third. Y/N’s back arched against her master, pushing them even deeper inside of her. Just as her stomach began to tighten with pleasure, he pulled away. She whined, earning a firm squeeze of her plump lower stomach. “Don’t complain.” He snipped.

She felt his trousers shift under her naked thighs before the blunt tip of his cock was suddenly resting between her folds. “Sit.” Her eyes rolled back into her head as she did what he commanded, each inch of his thick cock, brutally stretching her cunt to its very limit, as it did every time he took her.

She was gasping for breath as she finally took him to the hilt, her hands desperately clawing at his forearm. She could feel his cock twitch inside of her, the fat head resting against her cervix, sending shots of pleasure through her. 

Taking in as deep of a breath as she could, Y/N attempted to rock forward but was quickly yanked back and forced to be still. “Keep me warm on our journey. You may rest if you wish but do not finish.” With a great effort, she forced herself to relax into him, tucking her head just below his chin and shutting her eyes. She let the hum of the engine and the sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.

——————

“We’re here.” Warm salty air washed over her, stirring her from her light slumber. Calloused fingers traced up the curve of her arm, encouraging her to open her eyes. And when she did, she swore she was still dreaming.

There was blue as far as the eye could see, even blending into the clear sky and blurring the horizon. “It’s beautiful.” She breathed, sitting up as if it would allow her to absorb even more of the landscape. A deep chuckle from behind her shook her body softly.

“Why don’t you get a closer look then.” Kylo delicately lifted her from his lap, letting his half-hard cock slip from her cunt. They both hissed at the sensation but Y/N’s attention didn’t remain on that for long. She yanked her dress back down over her thighs and leaned over the cockpit edge, vaguely wondering if she could jump. Before she could decide, Kylo took her by the waist and lowered her down until her toes were just barely touching the white sand beneath the ship.

She smiled broadly as the tips of her sandals disappeared into the warm sand. He released her gently, half-expecting her to immediately run off but instead she looked back to him, waiting for something. “Go on. But not too far.” He warned and in return, he received a blinding smile, one he had never seen before.

Kicking off her sandals, Y/N ran to the water. She only stopped when the clear blue was up to her hips, soaking her dress through. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, letting the calm waves wash over her. 

With a sigh, Kylo tucked himself away then shed his helmet and cape, leaving them in a pile with his gloves, before he himself swung out of the cockpit and onto the sand. She paid him no mind as he approached.

This was a truly beautiful planet, one of the many moons of Naboo but so under-utilised considering its vast supply of spice hidden just under its crust. He had discovered it years ago when attempting to track Luke Skywalker and decided to keep it a secret. A selfish piece of him wanted to keep its beauty to himself, to have a sanctuary from his own darkness. He had no doubt that the Supreme Leader knew of this place as well but for now, he would savour his little secret. 

He laid his large hands upon her hips as he curled around her back. “You have been very good. You have not disobeyed me, you have not tried to run. I thought it high time you were rewarded.” As he spoke, one hand dipped lower, disappearing under the water to grasp her thigh and then travel upwards beneath her dress.

He smirked when her breath hitched. “Th-thank you master.” She stammered out, rolling her hips downwards, chasing his touch. He rewarded her with a wet kiss to the crook of her neck. 

“Good girl.” He purred as he finally touched her neglected pearl. “Now let me reward you.” He rolled the sensitive bud between his two fingers as his other hand cupped one of her heavy breasts, his thumb finding her nipple immediately. 

Pleasure rippled through her as she succumbed to his touch. She was already on edge from having him inside her for so long with no relief. And with the feel of the warm water around her lower half and the solid mass of her master behind her, she was ready to fall. His hand shifted from her clit, slipping two of his fingers inside of her as the heel of his palm reconnected with the small bundle of nerves.

“This is what you can receive when you obey me. I will lavish you with gifts and treasures.” He took her earlobe between his teeth, causing her to shutter and clamp down on his fingers. “And ecstasy you could only dream of.” Her moans were carried out with the waves, going higher and higher with each shuddering breath. She clutched at his arms as the knot in her stomach tightened dangerously.

“Let go, give me your pleasure my pet.” She shattered in his arms with a howl, her end consuming her like the ocean that surrounded them. Kylo caught her swiftly as she sagged, her knees buckling. Carrying her bridal style, he walked from the waters to a shady grove a few metres away.

She was still struggling to breathe as he laid her upon the grass, quickly laying down next to her right after. There was no need for words as they each soaked up the perfectly warm rays of the sun, basking in the calmness of the moon. Yet all too soon, Y/N sat up with a smile.

“Let me take care of you too, master.” She rolled between his legs with a smirk and pulled his trousers down his muscular thighs. A groan slipped through his lips as she took him into her mouth, determined to serve her master thoroughly.

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Comment: If you think I'M not in this CROWD somewhere, {despite the fact my voice is really soft 'irl'} you might just be Mistaken,,,,, (Also - This is my overall personal 'final thesis' on The Beginning.) {If you watch, please genuinely try to FOLLOW the themes presented.}

{Note: Tri Pt. #6 Bokura no Mirai/"Our Future" Spoilers, Major The Beginning Spoilers, (select scenes from opening, final battle, FINAL Post-credits scene at very end clip) + middle part Big spoiler (Rui’s eye & Ukkomon) {Notes: Eye Trauma/Injury; Blood}

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TRIGGER WARNING THIS INVOLVES- SMUT, DEGRATION, KINKY

Neymar x Female Reader

You were searching the web for a job when you found one that sparked your interests. "Hmm... Neymar JR is looking for a Chef/Maid" You said. "Ooo Y/N you should really try and get that job!" Your friend Y/FN said. You sent an application in for the job, waiting anxiously for the awnser. You and Y/FN were catching up , its been forever since you guys caught up. You curiously asked "Why were you so invested in me getting that job?" Y/FN didnt reply instead she showed you a clip of him, she then showed you his social medias. "Does that explain why?" Y/FN said with a smirk on her face, she noticed you blushing just by seeing the videos. "Well- okay.." You said looking back at your laptop seeing a reply. "OMG OMG!!" You screamed, Y/FN looked at you. "Whats wrong?" Y/FN said. "They replied" You said in a very exited tone. You clicked on the email, Then you saw neymars number and a 'congradulations you got the job' Y/FN Started jumping up and down. "Do you know what this means? " Y/FN asked. "Your gonna famous!" Y/FN said. You giggled "Well im going now i have a job to do" You said smiling back at Y/FN. "oh okay Ta-ta!" Y/FN said. When the uber pulled up to Neymars house you gasped "wow this is huge" When you stepped out, the uber driver popped the trunk open and passed you your bags "Heres your baggage" Your uber driver said. You took your bags and headed to the front door, when you rung the door bell it took quite a while for Neymar to awnser, and he wasn't even the one that awnsered his son did. "You must be Davi" You said "Mhm, come in" Davi said. Davi showed you your room and walked off, probably playing his playstation. When you finished unpacking you went down stairs. "Hey Davi wanna play outside?" You asked Davi "Yes please, can we play soccer? Theres a ball in dads room, can you get it?" Davi said " Oh sure. Wait outside for me, ill go grab it." You replied. You thought to yourself "should i really be doing this? I mean I'm entering Neymar's room without his permission? Ill just grab the ball and walk out.." When you opened the door you saw Neymar in bed naked, you tried to look away but it was so long and thick. It kept drawing your attention to it, eventually you found the ball on his bed side table. You grabbed it and went to walk away, but Neymar grabbed your hips and pulled you in "Where are you going Y/N?" He said with a cheeky smirk, you looked at him "I-I w-was getting t-the ball s-so m-me and Davi c-can play soccer-" you said stuttering some of your words. "Shh, he'll be fine. Play with me for a bit" You'd notice he was hard, then look back at him nervously. You were so wet. "Can I?" Neymar asked, you nodded and he pulled your panties off. Rubbing your clit in a circular motion at a good rate. You moaned quietly, He pulled you onto the bed, you realised what he was gonna do and you nodded. He bent you over then slapped your ass. "You were so wet you little slut." Neymar said. He slid his big cock into your vagina "Fuck your pussy is so tight he said gripping your ass. He was going so fast, its like hes been wanting to do this forever. He grunted meanwhile you were a moaning mess, moaning every time it slid in and out. "Fuuckk... Your so tight i think I'm gonna" He came inside of you making you feel amazing. He slapped your ass one more time. "I-I better go play soccer with Davi now.." you said "ill join in" Neymar said smirking at you..

Will this continue?

Are you just his one night stand?

Do you even mean anything to him?

[hoshi-y]

HEYYYY

so yk the demon Hanako official arts right?? What about a demon Hanako x fallen Angel reader?? So the reader is an angel in heaven but was framed for a holy crime they didn’t commit and they were banished. They got their wings clipped so they couldn’t fly anymore and their wings turned black to represent that they weren’t holy

well s/o was banished to earth where they were basically dead meat. And s/o is vulnerable now and they don’t have anything to protect them. And that’s when Hanako stumbled upon them and offers to protect them. And s/o doesn’t trust him at first, saying no the first few times because they are afraid he can’t be trusted but they eventually give in and go with him

and maybe a Yandere Hanako in this?? Like he’s a bit more sadistic and overprotective and he doesn’t want to see s/o get hurt

I BEEN HAVING BRAINROT ABOUT THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG THANK YOU IN ADVANCE

ALSO FEEL FREE TO IGNORE

In the hands of a Demon

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Hanako

TW : None

A/N : OH MY, What if he's so obsessed with you he just refuses to give you away HEHSHSH BUT I LIKE YOUR IDEA

I hope you enjoy 💗

Its me against your angels.

Where shall I begin this story about the fallen angel and the demons undying love for one another?

Ah, let us start at the very beginning.

Thousands and hundreds of years ago, the Angels and the Demons fought with each other viscously. They DESPISED each other.

The demons wanted nothing to do with the angels and their dumb kingdom of light, so did the angels.

The Angels were fordbidden to never interact, and get along with the demons. As they said that they will brainwash you, manipulate you into doing what they want

And thus, a nasty rumor spread. It spread like wildfire on the day it was spoken of.

A cheeky, mischievous, little angel decided that it shouldn't always be about you getting all the praise. She hated it.

"Hey. Have you heard?"

People were giving you dirty looks as you walked outside, but you brushed it off.

"I saw [F/N] with someone close to the entrance of the demon's gates."

Before you knew it, you were taken into the gates of the kingdom by the guards.

"[F/N], Is having a secret relationship with a Demon."

A crowd formed as you were pushed down on the ground by your two good friends who was ordered by the God, they held you down with guilt and tears swelled in their eyes as they didn't want to do this to you. But Gods eyes were starring right down at them, and did not want to anger them any further.

"The sin you have committed is absolutely unacceptable. In the presence of our people, and in the holy kingdom. I hereby sentence your wings be clipped, and thrown to the face of the earth and will come back after you have atoned your sins." Her majesty said

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You absolutely had no idea what you did, or what dumb rumor did they believe! "M-my God whatever have I done?!" You questioned

"You were a demon smoocher thats for sure."

Walking from behind the guards, showed your best friend Clara, who had been with you thru thick and thin. She raised her hand and pointed at you and looked around the crowd

"I saw them with a Demon, they held hands, kissed, and probably did sinful acts already." She stared at your swelled up eyes with her dark and emotionless ones.

"They're probably brainwashed by that Demon. And is giving away valued information of our sacred land! God we can not have someone that is involved with a demon!" She declared

Your breathing became uneven as the whisperings of the crowd became louder and louder, You became weaker and weaker by the second.

"I'm sorry.. [F/N].. But we have to do it." Your friend said as his swelled up eyes let out drops of tears. "N-no.. Please.. Don't do this to me, Y-you know I would never involve myself with a demon!" You struggled to get ouf their grasp but your weak body could not withstand their strength.

And just like that, the very thing that had protected you, what kept you warm and shielded you from the harsh sun and rain. Gone.

You watched as feathers from your wings were falling infront of you. You couldn't speak nor move.

And everything went dark.

You awoken to the sound.. Chopping?? You couldn't get up as you felt your body feel heavy, and not only the a throabing headache, what happened to you?

"Oh, your awake" A voice called from the door, someone found you? It looked like your wings disappeared when they.. Well transported you to what you assumed was earth. You wanted to sit up and thank this person for saving you from who knows where and apologize for the disturbance.

The person saw you try to move but gently pushed you back down to rest. "Please, you're injured. You fell pretty bad and most likely broke something." Now that they are close, you slowly moved your head and—

A demon.

And you knew who it was too. It was Hanako, a demon who ran a hotel for the dead with unfinished business near from this life to the next. He sometimes waltz into the crust of the earth himself scavenging for lost souls who didn't go to the kingdom of light to rest easy. It's either they have some unfinish business or... Revenge? Whatever the cause, Hanako surely makes a way for these souls to rest easy. You just don't wanna know how.

He felt you tremble under his touch "I won't do anything to you, if that's what you are thinking. Might I ask, what were you doing here on earth hm? Secret mission to try and make us go extinct?" He chuckled at his joke but you stayed silent.

"I noticed when you were unconscious, that your wings were clipped and severly bruised" Your breath hitched as you heard this.

'Did.. They really not want me to have some sort of protection?.. Is the sin that I have never commit that bad?..'

Hanako noticed your bothered expression and gently placed a bed table infront of you with soup and juice on it. "Here, I also noticed that you were burning up, eat plenty and get some rest so you can get better soon."

You hesitated, should you really be trusting him? What if all this was just an act to get you to warm up to him and force you to let them in the kingdom to raid? Actually.. You kind of hated it there, but you weren't that cruel to let them in and harm the people.

He noticed your distant gaze as he leaned on the wall beside the bed with his arms crossed "You.. Really don't have a choice you know, even if you wanted to get out of this place where would you go? I highly doubt you can go far off by yourself with no source of protection. Plus your injured, and sick and in need of treatment. I doubt God will let you back in even if you were on your knees crying, I don't wanna push you to tell me what happened but I am apparently the only one who can help you." He was right. Even if you did leave, where would you go? Would people from this world let a complete stranger inside their homes? tend you? feed you? and treat you better?

You didn't trust any of the humans either. Some could take advantage of your weak state. Some will put up a nice act and manipulate you to do what they want.

"Come on, I'm not that bad? You can trust me" You looked at him as he gave you a small smile. You really don't have a choice now do you. You sighed and slowly sat up and grabbed the spoon on the table and ate the soup. You didn't wanna say it outloud but it tasted AMAZING.

He chuckled at your expression "Delicious right?" He pushed himself off the wall and gently sat on the bed "Why don't you stay here? I can offer you my protection. And I can assure you, no one will come harm you." You stared at him and softly shook your head "I-i'm sorry but I don't think I can stay here."

"Think rationally about this now, like I said before you have nowhere else to go, not with that injured and heating state of yours I doubt any humans will come and aid you. And none of them are gullible enough to easily believe you are an angel." Another of his facts that you could not say it was wrong.

"Really, I.. Can um.. Handle myself.. I can come back here if things don't work as planned—"

Thunder claps the sky making a really loud sound making you jump and hide in the sheets, You slowly peeked your head and heard the harsh rain and looked at Hanako. Honestly you didn't know if this guy controls the weather or he just absolutely is very wise.

"F-Fine.." Still a bit shooken up about the thunder

He smirked as he placed his chin on his hand that rest on his knee "So, you probably know who I am, but I don't know who you are"

You had no one at the moment. You best friend betrayed you. And the Gods believed the lie and have practically banished you from the kingdom of light.

"I'm.. [F/N]. [L/N] [F/N].."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, [L/N], I promise that you have my protection. Inside and Outside these walls."

And a new profounding friendship bloomed.

It has been.. What? About a month ever since you got banished? You didn't wanna admit it but.. You enjoyed your stay at Hanako's hotel, you loved greeting people around you left and right and conversing with them of what happened before they got here. Hanako has been taking good care of you, and fulfilled his promise of protecting you, no harm has went your way in a month.

Despite all this, you missed home. You missed your friends, your neighbors..

Your best friend?. No, She betrayed you. Just thinking about her makes your blood boil, but you were too holy to have that much hatred in you, you just pretended she didn't exist and try to live your life normal here on earth until your sins have been atoned.

"[F/N]~~ Here you are, I was looking everywhere for you" Hanako slithered his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder. In just a month, You have been very comfortable around him, and.. You felt safe just by having him beside you..

Not only that your heart pounds and beats faster than the speed of light whenever he calls you, or gives you any physical touch. No way your starting to like him.

"Mmm.. You're very soft.. Ah! Before I forget, we just finished constructing another part of the garden. Do you wanna come check it out?" Your eyes saparkled, you absolutely LOVED this places garden. All the different kinds of flowers were present when you went to explore the area, you couldn't wait and see the other plants he added. Maybe something form out of this world? or exotic? who knows.

Hanako gently held your hand as he ordered his tseushiros to bring you to the front gate of the newly constructed garden. He let's go of your hand as he beckoned you to open the gate, so you did. Your reaction was the most cutest thing Hanako has seen throughout his life as he watched as you slowly walked up to a bush filled with yellow tulips.

"I planted those myself, not too bad hm?" He crossed his arms as you admired his work. He really did a good job not gonna lie. You stoop up and took a step back to look at the design of how he planted he tulips but you tripped on some bricks and fell backwards, your elbows landing first. You winced in pain as Hanako immediately came to your aid. "Hey, hey.. Don't move you're bleeding.." As Hanako was tending your bruised elbows, he glared daggers at some of the workers making them shiver and shrink under his gaze.

"Let us have a 'talk' about leaving resources in the middle of a path, hm?" Hanako gave them a closed eyed smile as the workers shook in fear

You lay in the comfort of your bed as you held the ice pack on your bruised elbow. After some of the maids and butlers led you back to your room, you noticed how Hanako had this.. Dark and menancing stare to those who were in the garden. You sighed

"I told him it isn't their fault.." As you sat down, someone knocked at your door "[F/N], may I come in?" It was Hanako, and he sounded worried. You stood up and opened the door, you were right about worried.

"Hey.. Are you alright? Does it still hurt? Do you need anything? You can tell me and I'll bring it to you right away" He asked you so many questions but you just hugged him to shut him up. "Im.. Good, thanks for asking.." A small smile crept on Hanako's face as he returned the hug "Wow, I guess me being touchy is rubbing off on you huh?" You nodded against his chest as he chuckled

You two were having the most cutest moment ever, but of course in every type of story, this scenario always gets interrupted right? (haha breaking the 4th wall what are you gonna do?)

A servant of Hanako busted thru your door panting "M-master! There are angels crowding the front entrance demanding to speak with them!" She pointed at you as you felt Hanako's embrace tighten. You looked up to see he had a dark shadow casted over his face as he held you close. "Well, I have business to do, but.. I don't wanna leave you here alone"

Hanako led you thru the crowd as he spotted God himself at the entrance, and the very person who betrayed you was shaking in fear and very nervous.

Her eyes landed on you as she looked really excited. She pointed a finger at you as she exclamed— "S-see!! I told you to believe me that they are involved with a demon!! Look at them holding hands!!" Hanako hid you behind him as he ordered guards to block the entrance preventing angels to enter and do who knows what to you.

"You traitor!! What secrets and information have you been telling him?!" Someone shouts from the crowd

"They've probably started working with the Devil to bring us all down!!"

The crowd started getting more aggressive and louder. This is bad, Hanako wanted to 'knock' some senses into these idiotic people who they call themselves 'angels'. But you were nearby, he had to act quick

He felt you shake against him, he looked down at you and saw that you were covering your ears eith swelled up eyes.

"Hanako.. Please.. Make it stop.."

"Everyone stop!! Do you really call yourselves the child of god?! You're all far more worse than us Demons!! Throwing away the most kindest and sweetest person I have ever met because of some lousy rumor that you believed in an instant?! Look around! You're all boiling with rage and anger! Trying to hurt the very person who helped each and one of you to become the person you are today, have you not have any shame?!" Hanako held you tightly in his arms shielding you from any attempt of harm they plan to do.

It went silent, too silent..

Clara, looked at the sea of angels and guards who had a guilty look in their faces. She didn't want her plans to be spoiled.

"Ugh! He is gaslighting you to believe that [F/N] did any good!!" She raged, your good friend held her shoulder as he forcefully turned her around.

"You know. You should talk about yourself too, you haven't done any 'good' while you stayed in the kingdom. All you did was create thefts, rumors, and sinful acts. And now you blame it to the person who has helped you through thick and thin?"

Clara forcefully removed his hand from her shoulder as she looked around. All eyes were on her.

"Y-you're all guilty!! You BELIEVED me!!" She tried to gaslight them but they weren't having having it anymore. "My Lord please believe me!! I would NEVER lie to you!" She knelt down, but guards held her tight as they too clipped her wings.

"Take her away." God commanded the guards, struggling to held her down as she was fighting back.

"I'll make you regret this!! I HATE YOU [F/N]! I WISH YOU'VE NEVER BEEN BORN!!!" And she was gone.. Years and years of her tormenting you.. As you turned a blind eye and ignored it..

You were free..

After your 'best friend' was banished, the rivalry against demons and angels were no more.

But hmm, do you ever wonder what happens to those who were naughty? rebellious?

Or far worst than the devil himself.

Clara was put in a steel typed caged as she had tried to escape many times to what they assume was to take 'revenge'. But they highly doubt she can.

She has gone far off from the line

And needs to be punished.

Clara shook in fear as she backed into a corner, her shackles making loud sounds at every move she does. "You're crazy." She glared at Hanako who just gave her a closed eyed smile

He gripped the bat behind him as he swung it near her head making her shrink

"I'd do anything, to keep them out of harm. I'd even go as far as exterminating anything that hurts them. And that includes you."

Well, she was supposed to be executed a day prior, I guess your devil boyfriend got to her first.

It turned out, absolutely horrendous 😭😭

I HAVEN'T OPENED UP TUMBLR IN AWHILE SO I FORGOR SOME OF TGE DETAILS YOU ASKED FOR ANGEL BUT I STILL HOPE YOU LIKED IT 😭😭

I had to, squeeze in a small Yandere Hanako in the end because I forgot— I plea guilty

[anglbrkr]

can i get uuuhhhhh, general x recruit reader?? but like, dom/sub, and readers a twink who does whatever the general wants :3

Yes Sir.

Out of all of the things i expected people to request, that wasn't one of them for sure. what a weirdo you are, who in their right mind is attracted to anyone in the army🤢🤮

Content Warning: abuse of power, but that's pretty obvious, uuuhhh, giving oral to a loaded gun, thats something yall should be warned about ig, mentions of bleeding while giving oral, but dw its brief and bc of a dick not a firearm. General possessiveness, reader is amab and a twink ass bitch who does wtv hes told

If you see a typo feel free to hunt my editor/proof reader for sport

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The sunset barely peaks past the clouds, to the point where having a face pressed against the damp earth is as close as one would get to see a smidge of orange against an oppressive gray. The clouds themself, heavy with rain, caress the tips of cabins, descending low enough to cover the camp in a thick fog.

Despite this, dozens of heavy boots stomp through the grounds, a clear disdain in the eyes of the campers as the whistle blows for them to continue. It's not that they just can't see, but the heat has their shirts stuck to their skin, the heavy fabric of their camo pants giving them no relief. It is by far the worst midday of July, and they’re not dismissed until nightfall.

[N]’s luck was ultimately up for debate. On one hand, he’s in here, in the Lieutenant’s well-air-conditioned office, and has been for most of the day. On the other hand, he’s on his knees, the older man’s handgun is pressed against his lips, his cold eyes staring down at him in an manic look on his stoic face.

He can’t hide the way his body shakes, his tongue tracing the dull edges of the barrel, lips awkwardly surrounding it—it's the expected reaction when giving oral to a loaded gun. He brings more of it into his mouth, going as far as the trigger guard would allow him, fleetingly meeting Lieutenant Harper’s gaze, only for his mind to go blank again; fear mixing with sexual excitement. His dick stirs inside his briefs as the warm metal meets the back of his throat, but he ignores it completely. Gagging slightly, he pulls away from the weapon, gasping for breath after nearly choking himself. A small trail of spit remains between his lips and the pistol.

"You did well," The Lieutenant says in a slow, monotonous voice. "But I know you can do better."

With shaking hands, [N] wipes his mouth clean with the bottom half of his shirt before kissing the tip of the barrel once again, sucking it slowly without thought. He does so much better than last time. With each moment that passes through, he finds his arousal increasing. If he were anyone else, he'd be disgusted with what was happening, but these past few weeks have changed his opinion of the Lieutenant's actions.

There's an extra edge to it, having watched the man load the magazine beforehand, his finger precise as he watched the clip slide into the barrel before he pressed it against [N]’s mouth. There's a dark side to the man, one [N] is all too aware of. But for some reason, even with a gun in his mouth, he can’t find reason to care.

Harper takes hold of [N]'s chin and lifts his head from the gun, forcing him to meet his eyes as he continues speaking in the same low, husky voice. "I told you to do better," he says, a tone of irritation evident in it. The recruit physically shivers, nodding his head to the captain. To his best ability, he tries to apologize even with the tip of the gun pressed against his lips and his hazy eyes meeting those cold ones.

"Yes, Sir," He attempts, licking his lips.

His body is hot and damp; he has no control over it at this point, even with the blared air conditioner, his skin is scorching under his gaze. It's almost like a need to please, to make up for his own discomfort. Slowly, he lowers his head on the firearm, feeling the smooth metal slide against the roof of his mouth once more, his tongue following after in the wake of the weapon.

"That's a good boy," He whispers, free hand petting [N]'s head, "Don't be ashamed of how much you like this."

[N] shudders slightly as Harper speaks, an embarrassing amount of drool dripping down his chin. He kisses down until he reaches the barrel, and his tongue darts out as soon as contact is made, exploring every surface he can get to while sucking the metal, his saliva lubricating it enough to make it easy to swallow. It takes a moment before he can pull back again, Harper letting him catch his breath between each cycle, but the Lieutenant doesn't stop until [N] does himself. He pulls away slowly, looking up at his boss, eyes wide, a thin trail of drool clinging to his bottom lip. The older man is clearly aroused by what he sees.

[N] swallows as best he can before returning his head to the pistol. Harper watches intently as he licks and sucks on the gun, moaning softly into the muzzle before pulling back. If his free hand wasn't busy petting at [N]'s head, Harper's sure he'd be palming himself to the sight, his cock hardening inside his fatigues, his own lips moist from the spit from licking his lips.

"Good boy," He whispers, "You’ve come a long way since you first started, hmm?."

 [N]’s arousal has been at its peak for quite some time now. The hardness between his legs is getting heavier with every moment that passes, and he tries to ignore it, concentrating instead on the warm metal between his lips. The seams of his slacks press against his cock at just the right angle, to the point where he doesn’t even need to grind against it—keeping his hips in place as he bobs his head.

His 'relationship' with Lieutenant Harper's been explicit since the third week of camp, ever since the man caught sight of [N]'s physical differences from the other recruits. He was a lot smaller than them, thinner, and far more feminine in his facial features. He stuck out like a sore thumb for most of his training. The Lieutenant wasn't shy to berate him for it either, forcing him to go harder, faster. It came to the point where he would personally train [N], making him run until he collapsed, pushing him to exhaustion just so that the man could get his rocks off by watching. The constant orders and commands left [N] frustrated at first, but after a while, he just did as he was told, like a sick pavlovian response. He’d jump off a cliff if the Lieutenant asked in the right tone.

It was a few days after [N] gave his best effort at running around the camp that Harper caught him in the barracks. He'd just finished bathing when the man walked into the empty showers without warning, eyes roaming over [N]'s lean body in the dim light, taking note of what the recruit was hiding beneath his uniform. A thin towel hung around his neck, and another hid his lower half from view. He stepped closer, and [N] didn't move away, by now, he’d known better than to do that. When the Lieutenant ordered him to drop to his knees and open his mouth, [N] compiled without hesitation. The man then began unbuckling his belt, his cock throbbing, a thick bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, and sliding down towards [N]'s waiting lips. It was only after [N] felt seed stick to his skin did he realize what had happened.

Focusing on the present, [N] licks the barrel with his tongue once more, his cheeks burning as he does so, eyes sliding down to the Lieutenant's crotch, the dark fabric of his pants doing nothing to conceal what was hidden beneath it. The outline was so evident,, hardening even more as he lightly thrust his hips into the air, in sync with [N]'s sucking. The recruit gags, his head slightly as the warm metal meets the back of his throat again, this time a little roughened, but he doesn’t falter like before. His lips slide down, swallowing it deeper, moaning softly around it, the odd flavor of it invading his taste buds.

"Just a little more," Harper murmurs. "Then you'll have my cock instead."

[N] nods, opening wide and having his tongue caress the firearm once more before pulling back, leaving behind a trail of spit that dribbles from his bottom lip and down the side of the gun. His breath hitches and his dick aches between his legs, but he ignores it all, concentrating on pleasing his Lieutenant. Harper watches him in silence as he continues licking at the gun, taking it deep into his mouth and letting it rest on the back of his throat for a few moments, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back. With one final moan, he pulls back once more, taking another gulp of air and wiping the sweat off of his face with the bottom half of his shirt.

"Good boy," He says in a low voice, reaching over to unzip his pants. The older man pulls his cock free with an audible sound, revealing its length and thickness to [N]. It's impressive, thick and uncut, the tip glistening with precum that dribbled out onto his underwear. He sits still on his knees, waiting for Harper to take command. The Lieutenant stands from his chair, towering over [N] and placing a hand on his chin before forcing the recruit to look up at him, Harper then grabs hold of his dick in his fist, guiding it towards his lips. [N] groans as the head brushes against his mouth, wet from his own saliva.

"Don't get shy on me," He whispers. "A good slut like you can take it all in."

[N] licks his lips before taking the head of his Captain's dick between his lips, gently sucking it into his mouth. He starts slowly and deliberately, taking the first couple of inches into his mouth feeling his shaft get even harder under his touch. The Lieutenant moans lowly as the requiem's lips slide around his member, his lips pursed tight enough to have his cock loose circulation. Soon, the Lieutenant is pushing him further down, and [N]'s lips are pressed firmly against the base of his cock. Pretty eyes stare up at Harper, eyelashes fluttering with every bob of his head. The man lets him continue for a moment, stroking his head with one hand while the other begins rubbing [N]'s shoulder, his touch strangely soft and affectionate.

He pushes him further, fingers digging into his scalp as [N] takes in more than half of his dick in his mouth, the sensation of it invading his throat sending shivers down his spine.

"That's it, pretty boy, just take it all." He murmurs petting [N]'s cheek. [N] continues to suck slowly on the hard cock in front of him, feeling a slight throbbing sensation building in his balls that grows steadily. His body begins reacting without him thinking, he reaches up and grabs the base of the large shaft, tugging at it gently until he hears a low moan, eyes meeting his own with an expectant look. He pumps the Lieutenant's cock a few times, his cheeks burning as he tries to fit more in. Harper smirks as he takes a step back and pulls himself out a bit, the recruit gasping when the older man places the head of his dick at the bottom of the boy's lips, letting his precome lubricate the corner of his mouth as he slowly guides himself into [N]'s waiting lips again. It takes a moment before he pushes inside, the recruit choking slightly but continuing to accept the man's cock, allowing a new, rough rhythm to emerge from his sucking.

[N] is quickly pushed past the point of comfort. His head tilts back as Harper's large member slides further down his mouth, his throat muscles working in concert to keep the entire length within them. When Harper's hips finally start to move, [N] feels as though they're about to break his neck, the head of the man’s cock making repeated contact with the back of his throat. He knows better than to cry out, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. The only noise he can make is the muffled grunts and moans that come from deep in his chest. The ever-present cold in the room pickles their skin, traveling past the fabric of their clothing. Harper bites his lip, enjoying the way the recruit's head bobs up and down, his cheeks hollowing with each thrust, swallowing every inch of cock that he can fit into his mouth. His speed becomes almost inhuman, a soft whine leaving [N] as the tip of the Lieutenant's cock abuses the back of his throat, sending waves of pain through his body and causing a small amount of blood to trickle down the back of his throat. His cheeks are damp with tears, snot, and drool mingling together as he tries his best to breathe evenly through his nose—he swears he sees stars.

He bobs back and forth, swallowing Harper's entire shaft. With his eyes glazed over, [N] can do nothing but appreciate the feeling of new bruises forming on the back of his neck and back of his throat, his uvula numb to the Lieutenant's thrusting. Though a part of his brain screams for some type of release, he can’t find the strength to do anything but kneel pliantly.

For a beautiful moment, he forgets he's anything but Lieutenant Harper's fleshlight. He forgets who he is, or what he has been conditioned to do for the camp, his head empty as his body is used. His focus is on pleasing his Captain, on doing everything in his power to ensure the man comes. It doesn't matter how many times the =man forces him to gag or push his cock down his esophagus, he takes it all without complaint.

The Lieutenant’s thrusts were never smooth, but by now they’ve become bruisingly rough, and [N] knows he's about to cum. His hips inch as close as they can to the man’s boot, his head slams downward into his groin, taking the cock deeper with each passing moment. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as the tip hit the back of his throat, followed quickly by a loud moan.

He gags again, trying his best to ignore it, his nose filling up with warm liquid as the Lieutenant keeps pumping, milking him dry until the first shot hits his tongue and the next lands on the roof of his mouth. He tries not to think about it too much, his focus being on continuing to take everything he can. He swallows down the hot load as it spurts out of Lieutenant Harper’s dick, coating the back of his throat. It was salty and sour, something he couldn't help but taste. The sensation of his Captain filling him up with cum sends a shiver down his spine and his dick pulses painfully between his legs.

"That's it, pretty boy," His commander whispers, "swallow your Captain's seed."

[N]'s eyes flick upwards briefly, meeting the man's dark ones and seeing only lust and dominance behind them. He returns his attention to the task at hand, swallowing another large load of Harper's semen, and then sucking it off his shaft clean. Harper watches him intently, letting go of his hair so he can run a hand over [N]'s face, tracing his lips with the back of his knuckles. His fingertips are gentle, almost affectionate.

"Good boy," He murmurs, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I'll give you a treat later, don't worry."

The recruit nodes in response, suckling at the man’s tip.

His hand shakily reached for the Lieutenant's table, pushing himself to his feet and standing up from his knees. The room spins for a second, and the corners of his vision darken. Before he can trip over, Harper's strong arm catches him by the waist, supporting him. A hand rests gently on the small of his back, a warm breath against his neck as the older man continues to hold him close.

"Easy there," He murmurs, low voice reverberating through the recruit. "Can’t have you falling around like that."

[N] buries his head into the man's neck, burying his nose between his skin and the collar of his shirt. He breathes in deeply, smelling the faint hint of musk that still lingers within it. His cheeks are damp with sweat, eyes watering from his rough treatment.

"You alright?"

He nods slightly in response, not trusting his voice. The man gives a curt hum as he runs a hand down his cheek.

"Good boy," He whispers, letting go of him and patting him on the ass. "Now go clean yourself up, you look like shit."

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I was gonna steal @i-remove-color-from-posts’s gimmick but then I realized I have no idea how

So instead I recolored them

Enjoy >:)

[mi-news]

A-Z: CLOTHES & MODE

- A : Accessories : they are like the cherry on the cake, you can’t be fashionable without your accessories. Imagine a girl with a very beautiful dress without her collar, her earrings and her handbag, it clearly misses something, her style is not ugly but it is bland ! 

- B : Bow Tie : This is the most important accessory of the gentleman ! It allows him to be super classy.

- C : Cap : This is the base of the skateboarder style, it gives pace and confidence to every skateboarder who wears it. Even if its first function is to be a fashion accessory, it can also be worn as a sun protection for the most vulnerable people. 

- D : Dress : For elegant evenings to casual days of summer, dresses are the perfect clothes for women. 

- E : Earring : Most important accessory for a girl : a girl without her earrings, it is like a castrated boy. 

- F : Fashion : What is up to day. 

- G : Gloves : Gloves not only keep your hands warm in cold winter, but they also add a touch of sophistication to any outfit. From leather driving gloves to elegant ones, there is a style of glove to match any occasion or outfit ! 

- H : Hot bikini : Outfit worn by Nicki Minaj in all her clips . 

- I : In : If you manage to catch the latest trends it basically means that you’re in. 

- J : Jeans : never goes out of style, in all its forms : skinny, straight, bootcut… There is a style that fits everybody ! 

- K : K-way : Simple, effective and essential to survive during the storm. 

- L : Lagerfeld : Fashion and couture legend. Always wore ties and sunglasses. 

- M : Mitten : Super useful when you need to keep the agility of your fingers ! Gloves for penguins. 

- N : Nitro shoes : With Nitro shoes, you will reach an incredible speed ! 

- O : Old-fashioned : Who never tried to put on your parents/grandparents clothes and wanted to wear them for real ?? 

- P : Pull : Basic hoodie to chill 3 seasons per year. 

- Q : Quechua : A must for hikers, campers, and mountain enthusiasts that provides tents, sleeping bags, backpacks, hiking shoes, and outdoor clothing. 

- R : Ring : Only 50% of men wear rings. Do you know why ? 

- S : Suit : World class level. 

- T : Top : Tops are typically considered the uppermost garment that covers the torso and can come in a variety of styles, including t-shirts, blouses, tank tops, crop tops, and more. 

- U : Uniform : Uniforms are a way to show that you are ready to work. They also have the advantage of creating a sense of unity. 

- V : Vest : A vest gives you the advantage to be extremely flexible. It looks very natural to wear it over many other clothes and it is a very simple way to improve your style. 

- W : Wedding dress : the most beautiful white dress for the best day of your life. 

- X : XXXL/XXXS : Sizes for extremely giant or small people. 

- Y : Yeezy : collaboration shoe brand between Kanye West and Adidas. It ended in 2023 after xenophobic remarks by the artist. 

- Z : Zebra pants : as beautiful as galaxy pants.

[iznsfw]

Skirted Terror

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Loona's Park Chaewon (Gowon) x M!Reader

4964 words

Categories: the best of both worlds; girl-on-girl; anal; standing 69; scissoring; students!2Chae & student!reader; a gift for the G.O.A.T

An attempt at something... I don't know if this was already done before, but this is dedicated to @kaedewrites, the best Chaewon(s) stan. Hope this not only fulfills your anal Chaewon request but your dream threesome. I promise to work on the collab when I get the time. Also, the last part was edited in a rush.

Also, there's a reference to the username one of the writers I admire. You just have to find out who and where ;)

Gowon and Chaewon best girls <3

"I'm telling you, it isn't my fault! Sungwoon set me up!"

Your grumbles are clear as day as they echo off the walls of the hallway your teacher is dragging you through. If your leather school shoes had the power to speed you out of one place, you would have tugged yourself free from your teacher's hands and punched the face of the smug-looking bully who has terrorized the majority of your final and senior year in high school. Watch that irritating smirk fade from his face like that as the blood and tears leak. Make your knuckles sore but proud of you for finally taking a stand.

In a perfect world, you would have done that. But it isn't a perfect world, and you don't have magic shoes. You don't have the power to struggle from your teacher. All you can do is glower at Sungwoon, who stands just a few feet away from you, surreptitiously waving you goodbye.

"That inappropriate graffiti can only be made by you, punk!" your teacher, Sir Kang, says angrily, shaking his head. "You're the only student here who ever gave a fuck about arts and you used it to do that!"

Steal a glance at aforementioned graffiti, bright and menacing on the wall. In any other place, like the back of building or alleys, the spray-painted statement "SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS" would be acceptable. But not in a Catholic school like yours, no. You curse it for starting your problems one last time before you shout out another contradiction: "I'm telling you, I didn't do it! I don't even have the money for spray paint!"

"Bring that up with the presidents. I don't wanna hear any of your excuses. You've already disappointed me enough."

The presidents? Does he mean the presidents? You pray that it isn't what you think it means.

Sir Kang finally stops at a classroom. He raps his knuckles on its door thrice, then throws it open and shoves you in the room.

Once you take a look around, you shudder in fear. You know this place. It's been gossiped about by your classmates and cursed by the delinquents. The blackboard scrawled with chalked school rules, the bright pink bags propped below it—this is your school's infamous room of terror, the room where the student government holds their annual meetings.

And who else to uphold that title of terror other than the president and vice president, Kim Chaewon and Park Chaewon?

Oh no, there they are.

The two of them look at you like they've been waiting for this moment. You wonder if they had something to do with your framed offense. What if... no, that's abuse of power, and with a reputation like theirs, they would never dare do that.

Though the two girls are mononymous, they surely are nothing alike. The president Kim Chaewon has freshly dyed pink hair and a fringe that covers the top of her face. She looked adorable, and you admittedly would have had a crush on her if she doesn't bring that ice cold glare everywhere with her.

The vice president, Park Chaewon, (also known as "Gowon"—a nickname given to her by your fellow students simply to tell her apart from her Kim counterpart), dons a purple clip fitted snugly on her blonde hair that matches the color of her plaid skirt. She's known for having a blunt personality and expression—the classic "Gowon look": large round eyes staring into your soul,  arms crossed and raised eyebrows.

Their intimidating glares shoot bullets into your stability. One down, two down, three—

"Is this the guy, Teach?"

Chaewon stands with her hands placed over her hips, head tilted to the side as she looks you up and down. You squirm a little, immediately feeling uncomfortable.

Mr. Kang nods. "Indeed. It's part of the student government's responsibility to decide what to do with pupils like him. I'm fucking tired of his shit."

"Delinquent punk again?"

"Yep. Deal with him for me, will you, girls?"

"Oh, we will, Sir Kang," Gowon assures the stressed out teacher. She nods understandingly. "We will."

Gowon darts her gaze towards yours and gives you a crooked smile. It would have been cute if it weren't for the haunting sound of Chaewon slamming the door shut and clicking it locked.

#

Your skin is hot though the air-conditioner in the room is supposed to prevent any major heat. But it can't drive away the two girls who are igniting that very heat, no. It didn't stop them from knocking you into the chair in front of the teacher's desk Chaewon is perched on. And it definitely wouldn't stop whatever wicked punishment they plan to give you.

Your ass lands hard on the metal seat. Gowon keeps it there by placing her foot in between your legs and wrapping one silky hand around your tie.

"Ow!" you yelp-gasp, choking when Gowon yanks your tie forward.

"Ooh, careful with him, Gowonie," says Chaewon, swinging her legs with contradicting excitement. "Wouldn't want him to cry before we even get to the good part."

"You're right. Let's freshen him up a bit."

She tightens the knot around your throat as quick as the bat of an eyelash. You whimper helplessly, clinging on to her hands to yank them off your tie. But this girl has an unnaturally strong grip; her fingers remain clasped around your patterned uniform tie despite your scratches.

"Did you think you were some kind of badass for making that graffiti, you smug bastard?" Gowon asks you. "Answer me honestly. Did you think you were cool for defying the very values and regulations of this school we try so fucking hard to keep decent?"

A swift kick from Gowon aimed at your crotch sends you bleating in pain. "Please, I was set up! I didn't do it!" you plead with her. Meanwhile your mind races with fear and curious thoughts: Doesn't this count as school violence too? Or some sort of abuse of power? Most importantly, is this even allowed?

Gowon scoffs, laughing amusedly at your reactions to her. "They all say that," she informs you matter-of-factly, "it's all the same shit, different day with this shitty school."

Wasn't she just telling you off for allegedly disrespecting school rules? God, Gowon can rollercoaster through emotions so quickly despite her usual blank face.

You look at Chaewon for any sign of a possible change of heart from her. But she only looks on at you being harassed with a happy smile on her face, as if Gowon torturing you is a movie that keeps her on the edge of her seat.

(Or for this matter: desk.)

Gowon quirks her eyebrows at you losing eye contact with her, but when she follows your gaze that leads to the other Chaewon sitting a few feet away from you, the same crooked smile fixes itself on her glossy lips. Only this time, it exudes much more evil.

"Oh, you like Chaewon?"

Stammer out a nervous, "I... uh..."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad; Chaewon's the campus crush." Gowon looks at her almost lovingly and licks her lips. Her eyes rake over the president's squishable cheeks, long pink hair, and petite bod. "Anyone would do anything for her. Would you?"

"I guess," you say hesitantly, eyebrows raising to comical levels because of the strange compliments Gowon throws at Chaewon. Chaewon doesn't seem to be bothered by that though; she even giggles, shyly tucking her hands under her thighs.

"Look at her body. So slim, so fuckable, right? You like Chaewon's body, punk?"

"Y-yeah."

"You do? Then touch her."

Suddenly, Chaewon's creamy skirted legs are taking strides towards you. You watch the sway of her hips intently for the slightest slip of her shorts into view. Gowon isn't dull; she can see your perverted eyes, but she lets Chaewon's body invade your common sense like a snake sneaking into a bird's nest.

What's the similarity between sex and a hungry snake in a nest?

Something is always swallowed in the end.

Your hands lightly grasp Chaewon's sides. Chaewon makes a soft gasp, but stays in between your fingers. You mindlessly slide them down to her hips then to the back of her skirt, where you grip both globes of her cute, round ass.

"Mmm!" Chaewon whines. Her clit pulses needily, and she circles her ass into your palms. "Fuck, Gowon, I'm so worked up."

Gowon rises to her feet. She brushes her classmate's hair aside from her shoulder. Her hot bubblegum breaths land on Chaewon's neck and make the girl whimper. What more can she do when she starts kissing it?

"You see, Chaewon here"—Gowon slips a hand to the front of Chaewon's skirt and gropes her crotch, patting the skirt over the soaked panties and shorts—"has always begged and begged me to find a good boy who can take it up her ass. 'Please, Gowon-ah, just once!', 'I promise I'll shut up after it happens.' She wants someone with a big cock who can fuck her from behind and make it a memorable first time."

"Don't say it so boldly, G-Gowon-ah," Chaewon rebukes her. "M-mmph! Ah!" She hangs her head with a cry of pleasure after Gowon begins stimulating her perked clit.

"Sorry, baby. I just want to see if this delinquent can do this 'punishment' well enough for you. Don't be mad, okay?"

Muffled groans become involuntarily audible and an erection becomes involuntarily visible. You used to see the president and vice president of the student council as tough stuck-ups, but seeing Chaewon melt like that with just a few touches here and there might just change how you view them. Who wouldn't, though, if the two hottest girls in school were grinding against each other like this in front of them?

Gowon faces you again and offers you a question:

"Can you pound Chaewon's ass good and hard?"

Her words are a key to a padlock you never knew was there. Once it slides off the door, it leads to a rush of emotions overtaking your senses.

"Yes," you answer, finally.

"Good. Turn around for us, Chaewon."

Ms. President does as told, sticking her ass out at you. Her white shorts underneath her checkered skirt are embarrasingly damp already. Not a problem for you, though; you slip them and her panties down all the same.

Chaewon quivers because of the certain unnameable feeling one gets before doing something a little dangerous. A mix of nervousness and excitement? You could never know what else she feels in this type of situation besides horny.

You lift the lapels of her skirt upwards. They unveil her cute petite ass, all ready for your cock, along with a wet innie that's alluring all the same. Swipe a finger in between her folds to see her reaction: a quiet sob of gratification.

You've done anal before, yes, with one of your previous girlfriends. But it's been a while since that happened. You wonder if you can do it again.

Hmmm?

Let's see, you challenge yourself silently while you free your aching erection.

"Since you're being compliant so far," says Gowon, "I'll take away one week of detention. But only if I get a good time from you too."

That's a deal you'll make gladly. However, it's your turn first to fulfill your end of it.

Chaewon's brown puckered hole tightens and untightens around air as your hands guide her to sit down on your dick. Her asshole is lubricated enough because of her wetness running down to it, but she still shivers after your tip touches it.

"Ohhh..."

Her cheeks tighten around her hole. God, she's so worked up, and your cock isn't even inside her yet. She has to be careful in taking it all.

"Oh fffffuck!"

Tightness surrounds you immediately. Chaewon cries out loudly. Her breaths fall out of pattern seen in the shuddering of her shoulders. Her hands fly to the sides of your seat.

"Oh my god, you're huge..." she says. "I should have- I should have brought lube with me. It's too big, it's too—!"

Her ass smacks your lap.

Kim Chaewon has finally taken the full seat.

Sweat rolls down your face. Gasps leave your open mouth. Chaewon's virginal tightness, tensed and unprepared around your rod, is driving you nuts. Forcing your cock to move despite the tightness is almost as difficult as your finals examination. Her juices staining your uniform pants like a steadily flowing stream are almost as wet as the tears you cried during exam hour—

The jokes stop making themselves as soon as Chaewon removing her school jacket distracts you. Once the jacket falls to the ground, she now sits there only in her white blouse. And god, does she look so sexy. She clearly did not think to wear a bra today; her erect nipples poke the fabric stubbornly, begging to be played with. In between moans, she circles them with her palms, letting you slowly bounce her on your lap.

Curse after broken curse leaves her lips meanwhile stream after stream of hot arousal leaves the lower ones. Poor Chaewon is driving herself crazy. How can such a small body stand your large cock ruining her impossibly tight ass and your fingers stretching her soaked vagina?

It's a scientific anatomy experiment whose conclusion will hopefully be an  orgasm wrung out of Chaewon.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Look at her face."

Too bad that you couldn't see the slutty ahegao on Chaewon's face like Gowon requested. You had already faced Gowon again to see her on the teacher's desk with her legs spread-eagled wide open. She's fingering herself, evoking lewd squishing sounds from her pussy and rendering herself gasping. With the way she's so enthusiastically fingering herself, she'll be having an ahegao just like her fellow president's.

Gowon is set on getting herself there. And even if she wasn't, she would still be on the road towards it because of her focus instinctively locking onto Chaewon's small body riding and grinding on you. Her ears can only hear yours and Chaewon's harmonious groans and moans of sheer pleasure.

Her wrist conveniently rubbing her nub for her, Gowon thrusts her fingers faster into herself. Her face has changed to an expression no student outside of this room could imagine on her. Her moans start to shamelessly echo in the room too.

All those teachers were wrong when they said chastity is a virtue. Virtues are things one is supposed to take pride in, and Park Gowon can confidently say she's prouder of fingering herself to the scene of her best friend receiving anal than she is of her long lost virginity.

Gowon never lets one sex scene go unwatched.

"Please, faster!" Chaewon begs. She's starting to adjust to your size, learning to transform the pain into pleasure. She bounces on your lap demandingly. "Please stretch my asshole, sir! It's all yours!"

You've never been begged for so desperately like that. You see the need written in Chaewon's tear-streaked face as she looks back at you, spreading her cheeks for you and needily grinding her hole on your cock.

Fuck. Alright, you'll bite.

You grab Chaewon's sides and pull her back down your lap. Her jaw drops; your cock feels so big inside her, stretching her never-before used hole. She lets out an "Mmmph!" after you lift and drop her back down on your lap again.

And again.

The willpower develops in your core and shows itself through the pistoning you perform for and in Chaewon's ass. While you slam her up and down like a rag doll, you thrust your hips too, not letting a second go by that isn't one spent fucking her ass.

"Hah! Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Chaewon's small tits bounce madly beneath her blouse. She's letting out a whiny, elongated scream that you hope isn't heard by the other students outside. Although she's an experienced singer, her voice cracks because of your fingers forcing themselves inside her cunt. Both holes are tensed and tight, yet fun to screw. One is wetter and the other is tighter, though you are starting to think that they are both too tight to stretch.

"Oh fuck, oh god, it's so fucking hot," Gowon cries out of nowhere. She is still diligently fingering herself to an orgasm. Her wrist is beginning to ache, but the pain doesn't hinder her Flash-paced thrusting. "You guys are gonna make me cum so hard!"

You've never heard Gowon's voice in a range any louder than her normal speaking tone. So, to hear her voice nearly developing into a full-fledged scream along with her masturbating to you fucking Chaewon senseless is like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.

And Chaewon can only bounce faster, and you can only fuck her harder. Two bodies move and rub against each other in unmeasured yet satisfying sync, a very wrong thing to do in this school and setting.

Why is it bad, after all, if it feels so good?

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhh, oppa!" a pink-faced Chaewon screams. Squirming against your index at her clit, she bursts like a bubble. Chaewon writhes against you as her orgasm takes her away forcefully. She's an unbridled force herself; it is almost like she's a brat throwing a tantrum when she squeals and cries on your lap, unable to bear such a strong orgasm.

It's too much for you. Too much that it would be laughable if you had not creamed Chaewon's bubble butt as if it were a pastry. You would eat her pastry if this were a slightly different situation. Maybe someday.

The ends of her skirt have stains on them from both your semen and her juices. Her thighs are slick and trembling as your hands massage them to calm her down.

"Wow... good job, punk," Gowon calls out weakly. She had reached her high too. It was obvious from the wetness she had sprayed all over the desktop. "You even got her to call you 'oppa.' God knows what needs to happen before you bring out oppa's little slut."

Chaewon is not able to contradict her. She's passed out on your lap, humming a foreign dazed tune. Her legs lay limp and useless as jelly above yours.

Did you really just fuck a girl to sleep?

"I guess it's my turn now, huh?" Gowon asks expectantly. She poses a question, but the look on her face tells you that she's going to get what she wants whether or not you grant her her turn.

But you aren't too sure if you can take another round. Although Gowon lying there in her ruined uniform looks awfully tempting, you possess little strength after fucking Chaewon. You are certain this is what your school athletes feel after they join racing games in the Intramurals: completely weak, tired, and sweaty.

Wait, no. You shake your head defiantly. Screw the weakness in your body. How many times do you get to fuck the Chaewons? Defile one of them and do so again to the other? With your school's strict Catholic upbringings and teachers, it would be difficult to get another chance next time.

You have to dive in and grab this opportunity.

But first...

You muster all the might left in you to carry the passed out Chaewon and let her rest on the table clusters. Not exactly an ideal place to nap, but you had to be resourceful. You cover her with her jacket and slip one of the teachers' neck pillow beneath her head.

Even when she had just been fucked out of her mind, Chaewon remains a beauty. A Sleeping Beauty you'd cast in a live-action remake of the tale if there were any.

Gowon watches you closely. She has sat back up eagerly, monitoring your every move. She gives you a small smile as soon as you approach the desk she's perched on. "Can I get my turn now?" she inquires innocently.

You scan her from head to toe. Even without a fancy plastic gown, you realize Park Gowon is the perfect Barbie doll—blonde, petite, and pretty.

Pretty...

You never really noticed until now how beautiful Gowon is. She's always been a little overshadowed by the more famous Chaewon, but she definitely isn't lacking either in beauty. Her crooked smile, although you're sure she will disagree, is definitely one of the best things about her. 

Gowon shows you that exact smile as she notices you're gawking at her. "Why are you staring at me like that, doofus?" she asks teasingly.

"Because I'm about to flip your world upside down."

Before she can respond, you've effortlessly lifted her into your arms. She's as light as a feather because of her small height and build. Just like a doll.

So it wasn't hard, really, to turn her upside down and seal her thighs securely around your neck. She makes a sound of surprise, but like you, she's excited. Curious. Daring.

The musky feminine scent of Gowon's cunt reaches your nostrils. Her pussy leaks with need, and you make it your objective to fulfill that need. You perform it by pulling Gowon's hips towards your face and starting to eat her out.

"Ohhhh!"

Gowon's walls contract around your active tongue. She starts to rub her pussy in your face, desperately wanting the delicious feeling of your pink muscle licking at her sensitive parts. Soon your lips are glossy too, just like hers.

Gowon is in heaven, if the paradise were an upside down classroom. Your stiff cock bumps against her face. She gives it a tender, curious lick. You both moan at the same time—her because of your groan vibrating on her cunt, and you because of her tongue that parallels the talent of yours even if things are just getting started. She wraps her fingers around your rod and  jerks it up and down. The veins protrude against her warm palm.

She slips it inside her mouth all at once.

"Holy shit, Gowon," you gasp. You look down for a second and see the vice president eagerly bobbing her head on your penis, even with her blonde hair hanging at the sides and her face beginning to turn red. You up the stamina of your tongue to return the favor. It swipes from her clit to her asshole, which enjoys a five second long tongue-fuck that makes Gowon cry out, then slips back inside her slit.

Her ass tastes amazing, just like her pussy. You wonder how Chaewon's ass tastes, and if you will ever be able to find that out.

Nope, you have to focus on Gowon for now.

The two of you devour each other like wolves. Gowon suckles on you as if you were a delicious lollipop while you eat her pussy as if you've been starved for days. It's hot and sticky and oh-so-sinful. With the cross of Jesus in the center of the wall and the prayer written on the board, it's ironic too. Why are the girls from Catholic schools the freakiest? you ask yourself, although you don't have an answer.

But maybe, just maybe, it's the naughty dreams that are so far-fetched from chaste. The repressed guilty frustration. The lingering perverted stares at the beautiful thighs wrapped in tight stockings. The urge to sin with pleasure.

The school can't hold you back. You aren't a kid anymore, and neither are Gowon and Chaewon. This is the three of you finally being free from the shackles of this hellhole of an institution.

Being an adult isn't so bad after all.

"F-fuck," Gowon swears through a mouthful of cock, "I'm going to cum."

"Let's do it together?"

"Just hurry, please," she begs. "I'm almost there."

She strengthens the suction of her lips till she's almost vacuuming the pre-cum out of you. Each suck is strong and hard, rendering you weak at the knees. She fondles your testicles the best she could, even jerking you off at the fastest velocity she can muster. Up and down, up and down, up and down—

An overdose of lust results in you cumming in Gowon's pretty little mouth. Similarly, she closes her eyes and moans, warning you that she couldn't take more even if she wanted to. She follows that up with a truthful lock of her legs around your head. The grip of her thighs is so tight that you are surprised your head didn't pop in the process.

Your face is as red as Gowon's. Both of you suffer a fatal lack of oxygen, but your instincts are overpowered by carnal lust. You keep thrusting in Gowon's mouth full of your cum and ferociously eating out her pussy.  Breaths fail to reach your lungs. But her liquids manage to spill on the land of your tongue and down your throat. Gowon pulls away at last and gasps for air like a fish flung out of its bowl.

Your legs are starting to fail you. You quickly prop Gowon back on the desk before collapsing on the floor. Your head knocks against the chalk panel, but at least it's something you can actually feel besides exhaustion and heat.

The classroom is fading from your vision. The posters on the wall become a rainbow blur. You shut your eyes for a while and let yourself bask in the open air and comforting temperature of the classroom.

It feels like heaven. It's quite surprising you are let in after all the sodomy and cunnilingus.

You open your eyes. Everything is back to normal now. The colorful posters aren't painful to look at anymore, and you can clearly see the tables pushed to the sides of the room. Chaewon is resting on one of the clusters, and—oh wait, she's awake now. And Gowon still sits on the desk, leaning against the wall.

The whole room smells like sex. What are you going to tell Sir Kang when he returns?

"What now?" you ask the cum-covered Gowon for help. Her face is painted with white, along with her uniform.

Gown exchanges a look with Chaewon. Somehow, without words, the two girls gain a telepathic understanding. And the only hint you got of their exchange is Gowon's peace-signed hands knocking into each other.

#

You're sure there's a fitting porno name for whatever's happening right now.

You try to think of some. "DETENTION GONE SEXUAL! Mononymous Schoolgirls Scissor Each Other While Delinquent Watches!" can be a good one. You hope that if there's some secret camera in the classroom and someone gets a hold of the sex footages, they'll be nice enough to title it that way when they leak it.

Because that's exactly what's going on right now.

Legs interlocked, Park Chaewon and Kim Chaewon rub their leaking snatches together in front of you. Gowon lies on the floor while Chaewon holds her leg upwards to spark the satisfying sensation of their two clits rubbing against each other. Their moans are a symphony that never leaves your ears.

"Oh, oh, oppa!" Chaewon ups her hips and squeezes her eyes shut. "It feels so good! G-Gowonie's pussy is so wet!"

She doesn't need to describe it for you. You can clearly see their connected crotches, and witness how Gowon's vagina is abundantly leaking. You've already tasted it before, so you know how good it is for Chaewon to be moaning like that.

Gowon is breathless on the floor beside Chaewon. Patches of your cum spot her blouse. Her tie is loosened around her neck just enough for her to freely let out heavy pants.

Your cock is as flaccid as ever. You jerk it in your fist as you take in the the whole scene. Chaewon's moans are pitchy while Gowon's are on the huskier side. They blend together in the air and serve as igniters of your semen.

As their shaved pussies press and rub together, your cock sprays cum all over them. The white fluids land on Chaewon's white blouse and make it wet enough for it to show her pink nipples undetneath the fabric. She coyly circles her nipples with her palm while looking straight at you, a glossy pink lip tucked under her pearly whites.

"Fuck!" Who knew just that could evoke more cum out of you? More spurts of white fling onto Gowon's tight tummy. But no amount of ejaculations could stop the two girls from scissoring.

And as Chaewon whimpers and Gowon screams, you pray that you get another chance at this. Maybe another time, they'd scissor with your cock in between.

#

"Hey. Hey! Mr. Jung, are you even listening to me?"

Light peeks underneath your eyelids and welcome you awake. "W-wha... huh?"

"You really weren't listening to me, were you?" your irritated guidance counselor asks. "You fell asleep!"

Huh?

You sit up in your chair. Look down and see that the armrests are a familiar light green plush. The classic seats designed for offices. And by the shelves labelled "LOST AND FOUND" and certificates you see when you look around, you can tell this is the guidance office.

You turn back to your counselor. "I'm sorry, but why am I here?"

She rolls her eyes. "You were sent here for creating inappropriate graffiti near the convent," she tells you. "Now I'll have to send Mr. Kang to bring you to the presidents of the council to see what they think should be done with you."

"W-who?"

"The presidents of the council! You don't know them? Park Gowon and Kim Chaewon?"

[baekhansol]

Please, Master | h.hj

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : hwang hyunjin x f!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut / pwp

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1655 words

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : kitten play pwp

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :Warnings: pet (kitten) play, anal (tail) plug, dry humping, voyeurism, use of toys, unprotected sex, breeding kink, master kink, creampie, orgasm denial, slight nipple play

© im-sakura 2021. All Rights Reserved.

You feel like a needy kitten in heat. You are a whimpering mess as you decide what to do, playing with your fluffy white clip-on ears. You tug on the sleeves of your borrowed sweater, quickly texting Hyunjin to make sure he would come home soon. When he replies that he was on his way, you lick your lips.

You adjust your tail before you put his pillow between your legs, needily grinding on it. As you grind on it, the sensation from your new tail butt plug makes you mewl louder.

You don't hear Hyunjin come home, but you do hear him open the bedroom door. Your face turns red and you quickly stop, trying to adjust yourself with a little needy whimper.

"Kitten," he says softly, and you don't meet his eyes, so you miss the hunger in them.

"S-s-sorry master," you whimper, sitting up and dropping your head.

"Does my kitten need some play time? Is my kitten needy?" Hyunjin asks, his voice smoother than silk.

You whimper, biting your lip shyly. You hadn't made any rules about whether you could touch yourself or not with Hyunjin yet. In fact, you only recently told him you liked kitten play. After seeing you and taking care of you in subspace, he wasn't too surprised and gladly said he would try it out.

"Kitten, I asked you a question," he says, lifting your chin to make you look up at him before he tugs on your pretty pink collar.

"I want to play, master," you admit earnestly, feeling your core throb.

"Will you show me what you were just doing? You're a good kitten, so I'm sure you can," Hyunjin asks, cooing softly as you lay back down and put the pillow between your legs.

You begin to grind into it, your head turned to see his reaction. He licks his lips as he watches, and you whimper softly. Hyunjin says nothing, but flips your skirt up to better expose what you were doing.

You hear him groan softly as he takes in your fluffy white tail, but more so at how your panties had a cute hole for the tail and a tiny bow above it.

"My kitten is so needy, hmm," he muses, listening to your soft noises as if they were music.

Hyunjin leans over and opens the drawer with your toys, and you pause to watch him with an open mouth, wondering if he was grabbing a condom yet.

Instead, he takes out the bunny vibrator and lubricant. A soft whine escapes you, and he tsks lightly. "None of that now, kitten," he says, shaking his head.

"I want your cock," you mewl shyly, batting your eyelashes up at him.

"Prove it to me and be a good girl before I breed you, kitten," Hyunjin says simply as he stalks closer.

"Now," he begins, pulling the pillow out between your legs. "Are you going to take off your panties or am I going to rip them off?"

"I'll take them off, master!" You assure him, quickly tossing them onto the floor and exposing your throbbing core.

"So wet already," he coos, teasing your entrance with the tip of the rabbit vibrator. Hyunjin turns it on the low setting, teasing your folds and getting the toy more lubricated.

"P-p-please master," you beg, trying your best not to buck your hips up.

"You need to be patient for master, kitten. You had play time by yourself, now it's my play time," Hyunjin explains, pushing the head of the toy in your hole, causing any response you could give him to turn incoherent.

Your soft mewls grow louder as he turns it on higher, letting the toy fuck you on its own. Hyunjin guides it to the perfect spot, and you’re soon cumming embarrassingly fast.

“M-m-master!” you mewl, tearing up as he turns up the vibrations on the toy.

“You can take more, keep going,” Hyunjin hushes you, gently rubbing your side as he turns you onto your hands and knees.

The overstimulation from your previous orgasm has you cumming again all too quickly for your liking as a soft “please please please?” escapes you.

Your face scrunches up from the overstimulation again, and you feel yourself tearing up. Hyunjin then turns off the toy, but leaves it inside of you.

“Roll over onto your back again,” he commands sternly, but gently helps you regardless.

When you lift your hips up and turn, he tugs down your skirt and tosses it onto the floor with your panties.

“Shirt off,” he demands, and you quickly obey.

Your cheeks heat up now that you were completely bare in front of him while he was still fully clothed. Your cunt aches from the toy, and you’re relieved when Hyunjin reaches down and carefully pulls it out of you.

You moan lowly at the sensation, and one of his eyebrows twitches at your response. You both watch in awe as your juices stick to the toy, and as he pulls it away a string of your arousal drops onto the bed near your tail.

“My needy little kitten,” Hyunjin practically purrs.

“Just for you, Jinnie,” you murmur bashfully.

He looks at you in surprise, and you quickly realize your mistake. You didn’t call him master. Hyunjin shakes his head with a smile before you can apologize, setting the toy aside and stripping slowly.

“How much do you want me?” he asks, staring at you after taking off his shirt.

“So much master. I need you so badly,” you begin, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Hmmm…” Hyunjin hums, not convinced as he continues to slowly take off his pants.

“Please? I want your cock in me so bad. I’m a pretty kitty in heat, remember? I need you so badly that it’s all I can think about,” you babble, the innocent look on your face a stark contrast to your dirty words.

“I need it so badly,” you nearly start to cry, feeling your hole clenching around nothing.

Hyunjin nods thoughtfully, taking off his boxers and releasing his erection.

“Alright kitty, you’ve been good so I will give you my cock, okay?”

You eagerly nod as he meets your lips for a kiss, quickly pulling them away to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping harshly to create marks.

You whimper at his teasing actions, as he knew you were ready for his delicious length. Before you can beg more, he pinches both of your nipples, a knowing smirk on his face as you let out a loud moan. Hyunjin is quick to take one in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it with his teeth. His ministrations are too short, as he soon switches to the other. Hyunjin fully knows that he could make you cum just from playing with your breasts, but now is not the time.

Once he is satisfied with the marks he created, he flips you over and pulls your ass up in the air. Hyunjin tugs on your tail, causing you to moan and arch your back more.

“Please master?” you beg as he slides his cock between your soaking folds.

“Please what?” he asks, feigning ignorance of what you needed.

“Need master to breed me,” you beg, trying to give him a pleading look from over your shoulder.

Hyunjin lets out a satisfied hum before pushing the head of his cock inside of you, letting out a soft moan at the sensation.

You let out a pleased whimper, trying to move your hips closer to his.

He notices right away and pulls completely out of you, smacking your ass. “Who is in charge here?” Hyunjin asks.

Your voice gets caught in your throat, but he waits for you to speak.

“You, master,” you manage to say.

“Then stay still,” Hyunjin commands.

A soft whine escapes you, but you stay still as the head of his cock prods your entrance again. He slowly enters you, and you knew it was to test your patience.

“Please master,” you murmur, clawing at the sheets.

Hyunjin hums and slides the rest of the way in, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. A loud moan escapes you as he grinds his hips into you, letting your body adjust to him being balls deep.

“Stay still kitten,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your waist as he slowly begins to thrust into you.

His cock rubs against your g spot with each thrust, causing you to close your eyes and let out gasps and moans into the sheets. Hyunjin is quick to speed up, his grip on your waist tightening. You try to muffle your sounds into the bed, but Hyunjin notices immediately.

He stops his thrusts, snaking a hand from your waist to your stomach and up your torso, wrapping around to hold onto your shoulder as he pulls you up, your back flush against his chest.

“Let me hear your cries, kitten,” he grunts hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before beginning to thrust.

You whimper out and hold onto his arms as one wraps around your waist, his thrusts more precise and harsh than before.

You begin to moan and cry his name incoherently, feeling overwhelmed in the best way. Hyunjin sucks marks on your neck, and you feel his length twitching inside of you. After another loud whimper escapes you, Hyunjin moans your name and cums inside of you.

He thrusts a few more times as his length begins to soften, then pulls out and lays you down on your back, spreading your legs open to see his cum leaking out of you.

The look on his face softens slightly, and he reaches up and wipes your tears with his thumb.

“I didn’t get to cum,” you murmur, pouting.

“Only good kittens get to cum on their master’s cocks,” he informs you, raising an eyebrow.

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector’s Edition:  Mulder’s Early or Late Birthdays (Angst)

What are birthdays without angst, especially in the X-Files universe? These birthday fics seem to be a magnet for mixed emotions-- like the rest of Mulder’s life-- and it’s fun to explore the lows he weathers with his supportive loved ones. 

I’m grouping these by author in a verrry loose chronological order (but it’s there.)

(**Edit: Added in scully-loves-ruthie’s Fictober Day 13 entry.**) 

*cracks knuckles* Here we go! 

greycoupon’s Happy Birthday 

““Fox Mulder hadn’t wanted a party for his 13th birthday. Sam was gone and his family was a mess. There didn’t seem to be much to celebrate. But his mother had actually come out of her room, where she spent all her time now “resting”, to suggest it. She seemed the most alive he’d seen her since it had happened when she was making plans. She was smiling and even though she was still doped up with tranquilizers, as she was constantly these days, for a minute Mulder could see his old mom. So he said okay. That was a mistake.””

Mulder had a truly horrific 13th birthday and has avoided celebrating since. Scully and TLG are able to throw him a good one at last. 

@syntax6​’s (Gossamer, FFN, Omniscribe) Collection of Mulder’s birthdays 

Post Shadows Mulder is surprised by Scully’s birthday card and friendship. And also disappointed by how tiny the Liberty Bell is. 

Pre-One Breath Mulder is surprised from his mourning by Tena’s call. She answers questions about his birth; but carelessly leaves him with a final sting. 

Redux ii Scully is desperately trying not to die on Mulder’s birthday while setting up her death and burial preparations. 

Post Unruhe Mulder invites Scully to his birthday bash at TLG’s. She is still skittish, but the group are inclusive and kindly overlook any strange behavior. 

These are all amazingly excellent. I pulled this quote because it touches on an aspect that all these stories explore-- 

““She stretched until she could reach her watch from the nightstand.  It read eleven-twenty on October thirteenth.   Satisfied, Scully returned the watch to its resting place and drew her hands back under the blankets.   

She had one mission left: don't die today. 

"Mom?  Can you do me a favor?" Her mother came to stroke her hair.  

"Anything, baby." 

"Could you please go to the gift shop and pick out a birthday card?  It's Mulder's birthday today.”"

@lokisgame​’s (Ao3) 33

““We've got time," she replied calmly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.””

Pre- One Breath Mulder’s happy birthday dream is dashed when he wakes to a world without Scully.  

Jennifer Maurer’s There’s Still Nobody Home 

““Once he snuck upstairs to her office and put a post-it note on the picture of her sister on her desk, then waited for hours in the parking garage. 

You never know, that might be the magic charm to bring her back.”” 

Pre- One Breath Mulder is slowly deteriorating: he fails to keep his plants alive, fails to keep himself from sobbing on Frohike’s shoulder, fails to connect to Maggie-- all while blindly failing himself. 

Juliett’s 

All I Want for Christmas

““He had done everything he knew to do and now he pled. 

And October 13th had come and gone with nothing, nothing for him.  At least, nothing that he wanted.””

Pre- One Breath Mulder is having a ROUGH birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Pleas and hands of mercy cannot give him what he wants or allow others to pull him from gloom.  

 Mulder’s Birthday 

““Fox Mulder glanced at his watch and sighed.  Almost time.   Any minute now his partner would be giving him the look that said it was time to go home. 

But he didn't want to go home. 

After all, who wanted to spend a birthday alone?””

Post Paper Clip Scully surprises Mulder with a birthday dinner and mini sculpture. Maggie gifts him Melissa’s pendant. 

Erin M. Blair’s 

You Can’t Change History 

““I would have been doing exactly what Bill's trying to do to me. He's sizing me up before getting the chance to know me. I know it's not fair, but I can understand him.”"

Season 2 Bill tries to intercept Scully from celebrating Mulder’s birthday with him. Mulder resignedly understands; but is happy Scully won’t leave. 

Anonymous/RebeccaRusnak’s (Mulders Creek) Lament 

(**note: I THINK Anonymous is Rebecca Rusnak, but who knows? I just have to trust my past-self’s judgment.**) 

““Fox." 

Mulder stirred as the honey-smooth voice washed over him.  He started as the velvety-soft hand touched his shoulder.  He opened his eyes and stared, astonished, at his mother. 

"Mom," he croaked...”” 

Post Herrenvolk Mulder is alone for his birthday. He trudges back to Quonacatog to seep in his dark memories... until Tena (called Margaret here) shows up, and the two actually have a heartfelt bonding session, marshmallows included. 

@aloysiavirgata​’s (Ao3, Gossamer, WayBackMachine, LiveJournal, Alt.) 

Unnamed Post Unruhe 

““It’s been two days since she was with Schnauz. 

Two days since the howlers in him tried to claim her.

Two days since Mulder had killed a man. 

Post Unruhe Scully had called his cell, his apartment, and the Gunmen before chancing a visit to the basketball court near his apartment. He was there, trash-talking and dribbling in the crisp October air.”” 

Mulder leaves his birthday bball game to offer comfort to a rattled Scully. 

By Falling In and In 5/5

““He used to wear horrible ties," Scully tells her son. "Really awful ones. So if he ever gets a job where he has to wear them, you and I are going to pick them out." "My ties were not that bad," Mulder says. "They were refreshing. And besides, this is coming from the Queen of Shoulder Pads?" Scully hits him with a pillow and William shakes his head. "You guys are so weird.””

Mulder’s birthday-- a clock from Will and elated dancing with Scully-- is halted by CSM and his rescue mission to save them from Colonization.

@crescentmoon223​′s The Realm of Extreme Possibility 

““He never should have brought her out here today. He’d truly thought—for once—it would be a nice trip to the forest, a fun hike as they tracked the Goatman.

A piercing shriek split the night, and Scully went rigid in his arms. It sounded like a woman screaming in terror. That grave looked like it had been here for years, but what if…””

Post Redux ii Mulder’s birthday trip to the forest-- to hunt the Goatman-- is derailed when Scully gets “deja vu” (her denial-word for visions) about visiting these woods before... and they find a corpse with an identical necklace to hers. 

Summer’s Conspiracy Not Included 

““We've been swarmed by pre-historic bugs, attacked by genetic mutants, and tied up by Satanic schoolteachers, Mulder. It was only a matter of time before we got a flat tire." Scully slammed the trunk shut, draping the sweatshirt from her overnight bag over her head. 

"Yeah, but you'd think with all those big catastrophes, the odds would be on our side for little things like flats." 

"You call a five-mile walk in this rain a little thing?" Scully fumed. 

Her partner regarded her with a mixture of affection and fear.””

S2 Scully’s secret plans for Mulder’s birthday are almost derailed by his many misshaps while trying to drive them back to airport. Not so much angst as shooting himself in the foot. 

Pattie’s Enhanced

““Mulder, what happened to your scalp?  There's... there's a shaved spot with what look to be sutures.  Mulder?"

"What?"  He passed his fingers over his head. He felt his cool fingertips on the back of his head, left side, about three inches from the crown.””

S6 Mulder, TLG, and a Harvard doctor do something incredibly stupid. And, of course, he forgot what. 

Folieadeux’s Love Obsessional 

““Throwing herself into the shadow of the building, she realizes she doesn't know how long she's been attacking Fox's car.  She looks at her watch and is stunned to see that it has only been 15 minutes.  It feels like a lifetime.”” 

S6 or S7 Mulder has a stalker in time for his birthday. Her worsening behavior almost stops when served with a restraining order... until her jealousy of Scully overcomes her remaining bits of reason. 

Avalon’s Celebration

“"Well, what's the big deal?"  I ask, starting to get a little exasperated.  I just don't see why she should be so concerned.  "Maybe it's somebody's birthday, and someone in the bullpen brought it down here for you.  You weren't here, so they left it.  End of story." 

She looks at me, the brow above her right eye arching in that definitive Scully look that she gets right before she pins you, squirming, to the wall.  "Did they pull out Mulder's case file for me and leave it there, too?"“

Doggett is frustrated that Scully is fixated on a mysterious cupcake and an opened file. When he understands, he formulates an out-there explanation that honors Scully’s skepticism and Mulder’s memory. 

**The below fics take place after Existence, which is where I usually end in my own headcanon. HOWEVER, these fics can’t help their lineage, so I’ve decided not to hold that over their innocent heads.**  

XSketch’s Birthday Arrival 

““...but days like this seemed to emulate his low resolve so closely that it made everything that much more painful; days like this brought back so many memories of standing beside her under an umbrella on some case or another that the ache to be home where he belonged only deepened that much more.

...Those things, and the fact that today was October 13th...””

S9 Mulder gets a birthday email from Scully while in New Mexico. However, it takes a surprise gift to finally banish his depressed mood. 

@greekowl87​’s Friday the 13th

““It worked. They made it work.

But still, there was always a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.””

IWTB-era Mulder and Scully have settled into life at the Unremarkable House; but Mulder sinks into despair when she leaves early without a word.

Lolabeegood’s (Mulder’s Creek) Laundry Day 

““Banana Republic" he muttered to himself and shook his head. 

Scully was at it again.  Ordering clothes online for a man who never went anywhere.”” 

Pre-IWTB Mulder’s leisurely day is halted by the arrival of a FedEx truck. Hints of his developing depression seep through when Scully has to remind him of his own birthday. 

@scully-loves-ruthie‘s Unnamed Fictober Day 13

““I could make a cake,” She offered wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.          

“I don’t want you to do that Scully.  It’s just another day.”  He shimmies out of her embrace headed toward the office, his pajama pants dragging on the hardwood offering a stark contrast to her work heels.””  

Mulder considers his birthday just another day-- which isn’t a bad thing. 

Ahhhh, a job well done. Well, well-- that’s all for now!

Enjoy!