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[cherbii]

INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.

warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni

reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.

Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.

You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.

To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.

Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.

You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.

"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.

You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.

On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.

Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.

Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.

This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.

With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.

A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.

"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.

With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.

"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.

In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.

Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.

Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.

"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.

Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.

"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.

With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.

To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.

"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."

"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."

"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."

You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.

He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.

Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.

"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.

"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.

"I'm s-sorry, pa."

How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.

He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.

His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.

His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.

With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.

With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.

The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.

"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."

"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.

Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.

With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.

He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.

Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"

"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.

"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.

"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.

You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.

Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.

Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.

One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).

Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 

You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.

You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.

Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.

It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.

Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.

Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.

He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.

You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.

"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."

He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.

Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."

"B-But, please, Touya, please?"

Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."

Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.

"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.

Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."

"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.

"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."

"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.

He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.

He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.

"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.

Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.

Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.

His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.

His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.

He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.

His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.

He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.

"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.

His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.

Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.

His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.

Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.

What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."

And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.

Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.

"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."

Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.

You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.

The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.

In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).

The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.

This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.

Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.

His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.

Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."

Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.

"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.

His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.

Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.

Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.

You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."

[comradecowplant]

*** weewoo weewoo, Severance rant incoming, avoid or gather 'round depending on your preference, weewoo weewoo***

oofda Severance went from what's gotta be the best episode in the series-- visually, emotionally, character drive, general plot development, etc.-- to probably the weakest. Dgmw, I absolutely adore Patricia Arquette's performance as this sad off-putting woman and was eager for a Cobel check-in, but back-to-back bottleneck episodes leading up the finale was a TERRIBLE pacing choice, just completely missing the mark in a season that has already been plagued with pacing issues-- I'm lookin' at you, beloved by many but meh to me bc I have never been a melly shipper & thought it was a frustrating cut-away from the previous episode's dramatic final moment, Woe's Hollow-- & did not really provide much new information/plot momentum to make up for it-- yeah yeah Cobel lifelong Kier cultist, child labor & mommy issues, groomed & exploited scientific prowess, Lumon ruining anachronistic ether-huffing towns economically & spiritually; didn't really dig deeper or meaningfully build on anything we already know of in a away that needed to be a full break-away episode for, imo. Coulda & shoulda been the b-plot to a Milchick's continued spirit breaking/background to Ms. Huang (which would have very much thematically tied together to each!) -focused episode. And considering how short the episode is compared to the rest, I kind of suspect it might have began production that way but it was changed for some reason further along, but that's purely vibes based speculation.

These pacing issues paired with the knowledge that there are only nine episodes a season in this silly era of television, I am increasingly nervous about the finale, particularly considering ms dipshit mama bear super sibling withOUT a background in neuroscience who thinks she knows better than the scientist who was already digging around inside his noggin Devon followed through and reached Cobel 🤦‍♂️ like, clearly there are cracks in Cobel's Kier worship/Lumon militancy-- I think she has an ego that 1) cannot forgive how tossed away she was, especially with the newest detail of her being the overlooked inventor of the severance technology, & 2) despite the indoctrination, she has enough self-preservation to bridge the cognitive dissonance that rationalizes Lumon's abuses now that it's HER that might get locked away in the mind wipe torture basement-- but you're watching a different show in a different universe if you think we've gotten any evidence to strongly indicate that she is actually trustworthy. As the inventor of the chip she could be the perfect person to help Mark with the final reintegration steps... or, as I suspect will be more along the lines of what will happen, she could activate any of the other "modes" that have so far been only eluded to/cause further brain damage/betray mark & ragbhari to leverage herself into a better position with lumon/whatever will benefit her in her quest for... well, besides survival & credit for her invention, I really can't say for sure what her motivations currently are, but legitimate compassion & concern for Mark/the innies certainly are not among them.

Idk, just overall I think this season has put its hands in too many plot pies, especially now that the other outies have been given more character development time, a choice I've liked overall but that has not been 😏 integrated 😏 well with the rest of the story, largely because (forgive my repeating myself) of the pacing/9 episode limit-- we've gotten the central Mark reintegration plot, then we have melly romance b-plot, dylan emotional affair with his own wife c-plot, outie irv + his relationship to the testing floor & whatever the fuck is going on with burt/his husband d & e-plot, milchick being racially micro-aggressed f-plot, ms huang & the spectre of child labor g-plot, nasty lady helena eagan & her sinister side swept blunt bang h-plot, whatever cobel's deal is i-plot, the general overarching What Evil Mysterious Schemes is Lumon Up To j to whatever plot, and finally, the most pressing plot point to me that has been frustratingly shelved until episode 7, What's Happening to Gemma plot. I don't expect nor want wrapped packages with bows, but satisfying narratives involve give and take, and I simply don't have much confidence in the real estate provided by the 49 remaining minutes of the season that we'll get much of anywhere (except mad over what bad things are likely about to happen to Gemma, that is one thing I have begrudging confidence in 😔)

[ellearts]

NEED. TO DRAW. YAOI

[emjiroki]

As much as Manjiro absolutely hates early mornings, he loves spending them with you.

Just barely pulling the sheets and blanket up so he can sneak under to pull your panties off, pleasantly surprised to find them still off from last night. He's still so sleepy as he drags his tongue against you, his eyes heavy as the scent of you invades his senses. All he can smell, and taste, and think about is you and he wouldn't have it any other way as you moan so prettily in your sleep.

[sunshades]

Ummmm everyone drop comfort show suggestions I need to see something Nice

[silvergyus]

txt at the radio show.... thinking thoughts about indie record store/college radio bfs txt

[whoreforgyu]

pb&j

MDNI 18+

✌︎ pairing; neighbor!kim mingyu x fem!reader

✍︎ genre; smut, neighbors to lovers, au, fluff

ⓘ tldr; after finally mustering up the courage to ask your fine ass neighbor for help opening a jar of raspberry jelly, he makes sure to fill yours up with some cream by the end of the night 😏

⚠︎ warnings; under 21 drinking (20yrs but turning 21 in a few days (& dw even though i am 19 i don’t drink personally, this is just for the fic 😭)), mingyu has a slight thing for older girls, mingyu is a sophomore and reader is a junior in college, mentions of ‘95 liners, awkward reader, mentions of food, lowercase intentional

✎ note; i’m a new writer so this is my first fic let me know how i did 🫣 got the idea to write this after i spent all night trying to open up this jar of coconut oil from trader joe’s lol 😭

⇅wc; 2.4k

after what felt like an eternity of twisting, turning, and damn near college level research on how to open a glass jar, what are the odds that not a single thing has worked.

“run it under some hot water” they said.

“tap the lid with a heavy object to break the seal” they said.

“slap the bottom with the palm of your hand” they said.

but despite the hundreds of google searches and youtube videos you’ve watched, the tin lid to your jar of organic raspberry jelly hasn’t budged an inch.

“ugh!” you screeched, nearly throwing the damn thing at the wall. but you would much rather go to bed hungry than have to clean up fruit preserves mixed with shards of glass from the ground, or even worse, eat a dry peanut butter sandwich without jelly.

now, was there a quick an easy solution that you have thought of, but didn’t dare to act upon? well, yes! but that would require having to interact with your fine ass, johnny bravo-esque, tank of a neighbor— mingyu. at first, that option was off the table, but soon hunger got the best of you.

so here you are, standing in front of apartment 406 in some skimpy boy shorts that expose wayyy to much ass and a sweater, holding the infamous jar of raspberry jelly.

*knock, knock, knock*

the apartment goes silent, you feel nervous as the sound of foot steps walk up to the door, pause, and a zipper opens moments before hearing the lock turn. your cheeks heat up at the sight of him in a tank top with grey sweats. trying to stop yourself from ogling at his biceps, triceps, and quadriceps on full display, and you peep how his matching grey hoodie is coincidentally hanging from the coat rack.

the smell of sweet and savory spices bless your nose, if there’s one thing about mingyu, that man could cook. sometimes he’ll hand deliver you a bowl of whatever food he’s making, under the pretense of, “i made extra,” as opposed to “i was thinking about you, so i made a larger portion just to share with you.” and you swear he’s ruined your whole perception of food, you can’t help but think about how much better everything would taste if mingyu was the one who made it instead.

“oh hey _____, is everything alright?” he asked, looking up and down your figure, taking notice of the jar of jelly in your hand.

“yup!” you say awkwardly, accidentally look down at his man-cleavage “i just wanted to know if you could open this for me please?” an innocent grin plays on your lips as you shove the jar towards him, trying to ignore the way he was staring at them.

he laughs while gripping the jar and lid, twisting them in opposite directions before hearing a-

*pop*

“there ya go,” he says, handing back the jar. you sigh of relief before thanking him and turning to walk back to into your apartment, all while feeling a pair of eyes burning into your ass.

“y’know,” he blurts out. stopping you in your tracks, turning around to listen to him. mingyu couldn’t help but trip over his words at the sight of your doe eyes looking expectantly at him. “i’m making dinner right now, n’ i was just about to bring some over to you,” the tips of his ears now turning red, “but- i mean, since you’re already here, would you mind joining me?”

“yes!- i mean no- like no as in i wouldn’t mind,” shit, you think to yourself, what the fuck am i saying?

“okay perfect” mingyu says trying to hold back his smile (you know that cute 😗 face he makes), letting you into his apartment, allowing himself a closer look at your ass.

to no surprise, his apartment layout was an exact copy of yours, only furnished to his liking, of course. a dark stained wooden coffee table accompanied by a matching tv console, upholding a flatscreen tv and ps5, and a dark blue ribbed suede couch. hm, interesting.

“almost done, just need to finish sautéing these veggies,” he says now facing the stovetop, and you take the opportunity to get a real good look at his back muscles. you’re so glad you got front row seats to see them, since the view through the peephole of your door every time he came back from the gym wasn’t cutting it.

“could you help set up the table?” mingyu turns off the stove and grabs some plates and glasses from the cabinet above, breaking you out of your trance.

“yea, of course” you squeak, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way you were drooling over him just then. you set down the jar of jelly you, for some reason, still had in your hands on to the counter, and grabbed the placemats, utensils, and glasses from the drawers mingyu directed you to. he brings over the dishes and sets them onto the table before going back to grab a bottle of wine.

“you drink?” he asked raising a brow.

“not really, but i don’t mind having a glass,”

“how old are you?” he questioned.

“twenty one, how ‘bout you?” you wary.

“twenty.” he replied. there’s a brief moment of silence between you two before he’s sporting a stupid grin, like he knows he’s doing something he’s not supposed to, waiting to see your reaction.

“so where the hell did you get that from?” you pressed, raising your voice, baffled by his audacity to ask for your credentials when he, himself, isn’t even qualified.

“a frienddd~” his tone playful as he laughs. “relax, i consider this my early birthday gift, i’ll be twenty one on the sixth of this month.”

you think it must be from one of of his older friends, specifically seungcheol or jeonghan, those dudes from your engineering class who come by often, not that you’re keeping count. you sigh, you can’t blame him. you’ve had your own fair share of alcohol during your birthday party that you celebrated the weekend before your twenty first, especially since you could not afford to get lit on the wednesday night before your exam.

“fine,” you gave a tight lipped smile as mingyu pours you both a glass, starting to loosen up as alcohol soon calms your nerves.

“wanna watch that new ‘baby reindeer’ series, i heard it’s crazy as shit!” mingyu laughs, as you two are finishing dinner.

“ yeah i’ve been meaning to start! just haven’t gotten around to it,” you finish up the rest of the bottle, while mingyu takes the dishes to load them up into the dishwasher. you grab the remote turning on the television, and plop down on the couch, briefly pausing to remind yourself that this isn’t your place, but he sure does make you feel like it.

after drying off his hands mingyu plopped himself right beside you, leaving only about an inch or two in between, and smoothly snakes his arm around you, being careful not to make contact though. you laugh to yourself at how respectful he’s trying to be, and wonder if he’s truly oblivious to the not so respectful feelings you have towards him.

half way through the first episode, you can’t help but feel warm, almost hot due to his body heat. his scent isn’t helping either, he smells like fresh clean laundry and natural musk. you want to study his face now that you’re up close, but it’d be too obvious, he’d notice right? wrong, frankly, his ass is not paying attention to you, so you take initiative and scoot closer into his touch, resting your head onto his shoulder, smirking at the sudden tension of his body.

“you alright?” mingyu speaks lowly into your hair, subconsciously helping himself to your scent. turning down the volume on the tv, he tilts his head to hold your gaze, dammit, there she goes again with those eyes, he curses. swiftly glancing at your lips, and back up to your eyes, it’s like he can read your mind. cautiously, lowering his hand to your ass, he helps you onto his lap. “whatchu tryna get into?” mingyu teases.

“i dunno know you tell me, you’re the one who’s got me on their lap” you tease back giggling while biting your lip.

mingyu uses his teeth to now bite your lip between his before kissing you deeply. he couldn’t wait for the day he could he could get his lips on your pretty plump ones. not a day goes by where he doesn’t think about getting the chance to mess with his pretty ass little neighbor.

whimpering at the sensation of his sunken fangs into your lip, you quickly match his energy, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing erection. his hands now gripping your ass like a vice, increasing the relentless speed and friction between you two. hand nearly getting crushed in the process, you reach between your bodies to free his now rock hard cock from his sweats, beginning to stroke him while slowing down to a more sensual pace. he breaks the kiss, letting out a loud whine as you spread the bead of precum, focusing right on the tip, and dip the pad of your thumb right into the dimple before rubbing circles around it.

mingyu’s body shudders as he throws his head back in ecstasy, blabbering a whole bunch of nonsense, while you lick and bite the sensitive skin from his collarbone all the way to his jaw. continuing to stroke his aching cock, “ah! ouu~ shit- baaabe- baby oh! fuuuuck~ m’ boutta-” are the only coherent words he’s able to slew before you cease all movement. his head shoots up, wide eyed as he looks at you as if your head’s missing.

you give him a sweet— almost taunting, smile before reaching under his tank to reveal his sculpted torso, chest rising and falling as you scrape your nails against every nook and cranny of his flesh. you lean forward to give a few licks and and sucks to each of his nipples. mind you, the man is still staring at you in disbelief. giving a sinister laugh, he holds you by your hips and and in one swift movement, shifts his body under you, so instead of sitting on his lap, you’re now sitting on his face.

mingyu wastes no time lapping at the mere outline of your pussy, desperately sucking your arousal through the fabric of your shorts. like a rabid dog he rips through the fabric with his teeth, lips immediately latching onto your clit like a vacuum. you let out a loud cry desperately grabbing fistfuls of his hair as a poor attempt to ground yourself before he’s gripping your waist, gliding your cunt alllll over his face.

“gy-gyuuu~” you whine, your legs starting to shake as you the feel pressure building up in your core. your thighs now locked tight around his head, you’re scared you may suffocate him but you’re far to worried about reaching your own orgasm to stop. “mmmph~ shiiit pleaseee~ oh my- no gyu! piece of shit!” you scream, as mingyu removes himself from under you, a shit eating grin playing on his lips, his face covered in your juices.

you squeal as mingyu rips off any and every remnant of clothing you still had on, and throws you over his shoulder— face down ass up, giving it a quick harsh slap before heading into his bedroom. throwing you down on the bed, he immediately attaches his lips to yours as he slips his thick middle and ring fingers inside of you, curling them just enough to make you cum better than any one of your pathetic toys ever could. if he could give you mind blowing orgasms just with his fingers, just imagine what universe he’d take you to on his cock.

mingyu teases your entrance with his fat tip, gliding it along your wet folds. his cock was looong, thick, and heavy, a vein running along the left side of the shaft. it felt like steel wrapped in velvet. he begins pushing his way into you, nothing could prepare you for the stretch he gave, he felt invasive, greedy, selfish. invading any space he could find inside your small tight cunt.

“just hold on to me baby,” he growls in you ear, his breathing ragged as he bottoms out, pelvis right against your ass. the man desperately trying to help himself from releasing right then and there at the feeling of your wet pudgy walls sucking him in, as if your body was trying to create a mold of his cock to remember forever.

your legs wrap tight around his torso, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he’s rutting into you like a dog in heat. he desperately pants, holding another vice-like grip onto your hips, the combination of your pornographic moans and walls beginning to clench and spasm around him making his cock twitch inside you like a bolt of lightning.

not even science can measure the amount of pent up tension that has built up in your core, the feeling painfully delicious. the sharp thrusts of his cock soon becoming sloppy as you feel him starting to shudder once again, his mouth now on your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh. he brings his hand down to your cunt, beginning to rub messy circles onto your clit making you cry out, sending you over the edge.

the knot in your abdomen comes un done, feeling like an explosion as mingyu shoots what felt like the entirety of earth’s population into your poor pussy. your body goes numb, your vision, seemingly no different than looking out of a kaleidoscope, seeing shapes and colors you didn’t even know existed.

mingyu lays on top of you, cock still sunken deep inside as if he’s trying to fertilize each one of your millions of eggs, his heavy breathing sinking you into the mattress even deeper than you were before. looking up he sees your fucked out state, locking eyes with you before giving you the filthiest smile you’ve ever seen.

you smile back, matching his same filth, before pulling him into another heated make out session. “ready for round two?”

[quinnstinct]

♱ baby, patience is a virtue. 🔞

pairing: victoria neuman x fem!reader ⚢

⌗⠀ warnings: nsfw (sesbian lex!!!!), mommy kink ahaha…. minor ??? orgasm denial/control, semi-exhibitionism, affectionate degradation, controversial age difference (reader is in their early twenties), power imbalance-ish (boss x assistant)

word count: 3.8k .ᐟ

synopsis: you poor, pathetic thing. you just couldn’t bear to keep your hands to yourself until vicky was finished with her work for the night, could you? and during a zoom meeting no less. oh well; you’re lucky the congresswoman is never one to deny you, so you better not regret being such an impatient brat later.‎

part 2: tba ↩︎

✍︎ author’s note: unfortunately a repost from my other account that i’ve waited nearly two weeks to be unshadowbanned from ): i’m too impatient to wait longer so lol! here’s this again i guess enjoy victoria fans sorry it’s not something new

     work is dreadfully boring. a fact victoria finds herself reminded of far too often these long days she spends cooped up inside her spacious home office, the recent pandemic keeping her restricted to the confines of her admittedly peaceful, cape cod-style house. as much as the congresswoman relishes her time off in the comfortability and familiarity of one of her few safe spaces (god knows how busy her schedule typically is and how rare it is for her to be out of the public eye), she can’t help but feel like she’s going stir crazy. victoria is so used to being on the move, or at the very least absorbed into her duties at the fbsa; always busy.

     she could, in theory, go to the building anyway and resume her work as usual—being the supe she is, victoria has no need to worry about illnesses, diseases, viruses and the like. that’s knowledge a very select few are privy to however, and so, she has to keep up appearances. it wouldn’t look good for a congresswoman of her standing to be going against the mandated quarantine anyway. she needed to set an example as a government figure.

     now it’s all paperwork… paperwork, a zoom meeting or two, and so on. it’s dull, tedious—victoria is convinced that if she has to do this for much longer, she might pop her own head. she hates how… unfulfilling her routine has become. aside from you, of course; her girl—sweet little thing. you’d taken it upon yourself to all but move in at this point, much to zoe’s satisfaction (and victoria’s own). you’d been together long enough that it was going to happen sooner rather than later anyhow. the pandemic simply sped things along somewhat. victoria can see a silver lining in that.

     you provide the congresswoman with a spark she likely wouldn’t survive being stuck indoors without. eager to please, whenever you can—even if it’s simply bringing a smile to victoria’s face or rousing a laugh from her when she’s had to listen to her insufferable colleagues speak down on her for three hours straight. like now.

     the congressmen, who have been bickering back and forth over a new bill that’s been drafted for the last six hours, are finally taking a break from their oh-so productive discussion. for how long? victoria isn’t sure, but she’s grateful for the reprieve regardless. after turning off her camera and muting her microphone on her laptop, she leans back in her plush office chair with a hefty sigh. victoria brings a hand to her hair as she lets her eyelids fall shut, gingerly stroking her fingers through the already semi-tousled strands of her dark brown locks.

     a few moments later, the soft click of the door opening rouses victoria’s attention. she lifts her weary head with a silent breath, tired expression softening when her vision lands on you. a ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of victoria’s lips, dark brown eyes—now having a somewhat possessive glimmer, narrowing at you playfully when they sweep over your nightwear. an old, baggy sweater of her’s from her columbia days—thighs bare to her subtly ravenous gaze. victoria usually wasn’t one for such little pieces of nostalgia, but, the sweater was an article of clothing that she’s never found herself willing to retire, no matter how wash-worn the logo at the center has become. the fabric remains soft.

     it seems she’s not the only one who’s fond of it either. victoria tilts her head a fraction and lifts a thick, sculpted brow at you, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth before she speaks. her voice is clearly teasing, but having a husky edge to it that lets you know she appreciates the view you’ve given her. “lose your pants on the way down here, sweetheart? can’t say i’m complaining.”

     you look adorable, and absolutely edible—the sweater hangs off of you, but not to the point that she can’t catch a glimpse of your panties beneath the hem when you shift. victoria swallows imperceptibly, and adjusts her posture slightly, sitting taller in your presence, legs moving to manspread. her little jab results in a somewhat indignant huff from you, which the congresswoman expected. she’s already surmised that you’ve come to chastise her, given how late her meetings have been keeping her up for the last couple of weeks; you must be feeling needy. victoria would be lying if she said she wasn’t pent up herself.

     “how much longer do you have to listen to them argue like chickens with their heads cut off?” you ask, tone mildly impatient. you lean against the doorframe, your head pressing into the wood as you hold victoria’s gaze. “you said you’d be done by ten,” you point out as your arms cross over your chest, nails tapping against your forearms. victoria can already feel the attitude rolling off of you in waves. normally, she’d efficiently put you in your place for your testiness with a promise to edge you until you learned your lesson. guilt, weighing somewhat heavily on her shoulders however, stops her this time around. you were right—she’d told you to expect her in bed nearly two hours ago now.

     “i know,” victoria exhales quietly, offering you an apologetic frown before properly apologizing for her absence. “i know, baby, i’m sorry. i can’t help it though—you know how work is for me, especially right now. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow night, alright? i promise.”

     there she goes again, looking at you with those bambi eyes and making you honey-dipped promises. god, usually that’s all it takes to get you to fold to her every whim—after all, how could you possibly do anything else when she looks at you so sweetly? but tonight isn’t usual. no, not in the slightest. your girlfriend hasn’t touched you in nearly two weeks, an (incredibly) active sex life taking a downward spiral to stagnancy. you’re horny, and tonight was supposed to be the night the both of you were finally going to get some much needed time for intimacy.

     you’ll be damned if you let some old, white bastards who can’t decide if the fucking sky is blue deprive you of what you deserve. they get vicky far too much. you’re the one that deserves her attention, and you’re going to get it. so, you move away from the doorframe, and close the door to victoria’s home office behind you, turning the lock, just in case. the implication isn’t lost on the congresswoman, who’s jaw tightens as you take several strides forward until you’re standing between her legs.

     a low drawl of your name from victoria’s lips is her weak attempt at a warning; she has no time to indulge in your desires right now, or her own for that matter, regardless of how terribly tempted she is to have you bent over her desk so she can fill and drill into your pussy from behind with her fingers, her meeting be damned. life is not so fair, though, you aren’t deterred from getting what you want despite your girlfriend’s disapproving mumble, and you slide into her lap as you have so many times before, thighs bracketing her own as you bring your arms around her neck.

     “just for a little bit?” you hum, batting your eyelashes slightly as you trace your nails along the curve of victoria’s jaw. the congresswoman’s cheeks burn red, both out of desire, and embarrassment for just how aroused that simple motion of yours, combined with the pleading lilt to your voice makes her. fuck. victoria doesn’t like to rush—taking her time with you is her favorite thing to do. for example, she could spend hours between your thighs ravaging you, drawing out those mewls and whines of yours that she loves so much; giving you what you want now will start something the both of you surely won’t be able to stop, and with her meeting, she has no leeway for that.

     but then you lean in, lips brushing against the shell of victoria’s ear, voice like silk. “please?” you whisper, making sure your tone is a sweet as it can be, without laying it on too thick.

     to seal the deal, you nip at victoria’s ear once. a wave of something wholly unholy washes over her, making the brunette shiver, and the fraying ends of her restraint snap. victoria grasps the nape of your neck, roughly forcing your head back with a tug to meet her gaze. she leans forward with an almost patronizing sigh, but the heat in her dark brown pools is unmistakable. “tsk. such a needy brat…”

     that said, victoria pulls you down to close the remaining gap between your lips, kissing you feverishly, her free hand cradling one of your cheeks. you melt into her immediately, a soft moan making your lips part, which the older woman takes advantage of. her tongue briefly brushes across your lips before slipping into your mouth, her own slanting. a satisfied sound rumbles in the back of victoria’s throat, and you press forward greedily, encouraged by her response. lifting your hands, you tangle them in her hair, holding onto the strands as you pull victoria forwards, like the two of you could possibly get any closer in your position.

     a few minutes of making out, and you’re already whimpering and whining in her lap, which you’ve started to squirm against, your hips just barely rolling down. god, you must need this more than she thought. victoria pulls you away to break the deep kiss you’re currently sharing, the both of you letting out ragged breaths. a string of saliva still connects you, until she speaks after a beat passes that the two of you use to catch your breath. “you’re getting too worked up, doll,” victoria chuckles, her voice airy and almost mocking, “are you really that desperate for it right now?”

     before you get the chance to respond, victoria is cupping you through your panties, her thumb pressing down against the outline of your swollen clit. whatever words you’d started to speak breaking off into a sharp whine, arching back making your chest push towards the congresswoman’s own. victoria coos in response, the hand on your nape sliding away to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at her again whenever your head starts to fall backward. “you poooor thing,” she croons, the pad of her thumb stroking over your moistened lips. “mommy would love to take care of you, but she’s busy right now. can’t you see that, baby?”

     you can only reply with a pitiful whine—the word mommy falling from victoria’s lips spiking your arousal. victoria coos again, her other thumb rubbing in slow, languid circles against your bud. “i know, pretty girl,” she murmurs, gripping your chin a bit more firmly as she pulls you down to her eye level. “do you have any idea what you do to me? the audacity you have, to walk in here while i’m having a meeting, looking like that… wearing my shirt…” her voice lowers to a husky grumble.

     of course you know. that was the whole reason you’d chosen to don just her sweater and a pair of panties—a little attempt at seduction, and while victoria has always been the more charming and devious out of you, your efforts seem to have worked. you won’t admit such a thing, however. so instead, you opt to change the subject, playing into victoria’s arousal in a bid to get more stimulation from her. “vicky…” you start, your voice shaky. the feeling of victoria’s breath, still fanning gently across your lips makes your head swim. “can’t you feel how wet i am for you?” you whine, “don’t torture me, please.”

     “torture?” victoria echoes with a lighthearted scoff, moving the hand on your chin to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing against the skin of your cheekbone. “i’m not torturing you, babygirl… you’re the one who took it upon yourself to sit in my lap. i’m only giving you what you asked for.”

     you let out a growl of frustration when victoria speeds up her circling thumb just to bring it down to an agonizingly slow pace that leaves you wanting, her other fingers stroking over the damp patch that’s formed on your panties all while your clit throbs incessantly for victoria’s proper attention. you start to make a witty retort to bring to light your discontent, but the voices of the congressmen return on victoria’s laptop and she tuts. “that’s too bad, i was thinking about giving you a little more too…” victoria leans back slightly, taking in the pout that grows on your face. victoria frowns condescendingly, patting your cheek out of pity. “baby, patience is a virtue.”

     no, no, no! you let out a petulant whine of utter agitation, or perhaps disbelief, and victoria gives a downright cruel laugh in response, her eyes crinkling at you in amusement. oh, you’re going to wipe that look off of her face if it’s the last fucking thing you do—give her a taste of her own medicine. with a grunt you quickly dismount from victoria’s lap, and for a moment, the congresswoman looks shocked—she hadn’t expected you to get up so willingly, but it’s mere moments later that she realizes your true intentions.

     really, she should’ve anticipated this. she knows just how insatiable you can be when you get all hot and bothered.

     you drop down to your knees in one smooth motion, tugging victoria forward in her chair by her legs to bring her closer to her desk. you’re glad she’d decided to wear a skirt today, and that she was still in it. “baby, wait a minute—” victoria begins to interject, but you don’t allow her to finish.

     you hike up victoria’s skirt and pull her panties down her legs with a surprising amount of force, enough that it manages to rouse a rare squeak from the brunette, which you can’t help but smirk at. leaning forward, you waste no time, not wanting to give victoria’s more professional tendencies the chance to interrupt. you press the flat of your tongue against the warm petals of her cunt, spreading them apart to lick up the wetness that had gathered between them before dragging your tongue up to her clit. you find her gaze, watching her expression contort between frustration, affection, and lust through your lashes. the sight of you on your knees, tucked beneath her desk like this and that damn look in your eyes…

     victoria surrenders and buries her fingers in your hair, curling around the strands tightly with a hiss. “god you’re insufferable sometimes, i swear… ah- fuck, you’re pathetic, can’t even wait a bit longer…” she trails off and within the same sentence, pushes your head closer to her. you moan into her pussy, the vibration managing to get a soft moan out of the congresswoman. you lap at her more earnestly, working your whole jaw hoping she’ll appreciate your efforts (she does), and that it’ll lessen your punishment for being so impatient later (it won’t).

     with a shaky sigh victoria tugs you off of her, a gentle pop of your lips removed from her clit following, and you look up with a confused whimper, a glistening strand of her sticky wetness still attaching you to her dripping warmth. fuck, you’re too cute for your own good. victoria’s heart throbs, and she tucks some of your hair behind your ear then brushes her thumb over your glossy lips. “can you be good and manage to be quiet for me, baby?” and of course, you nod, just like she thought you would. victoria hums in approval at your obedience, “that’s my girl,” she murmurs tenderly, and promptly brings your opening mouth to her cunt again. “get busy then. mommy needs this just as much as you do.”

     victoria turns her camera and microphone back on and immerses herself in her meeting; this time, she has something to fall back on when they inevitably begin to argue again. only you and victoria can hear the soft, faint squelches of your warm, pillowy, and sinfully wet mouth devouring her like you haven’t gotten to in ages. you’re so eager, so eager that victoria has to tug on your hair a few times to get you to slow down, otherwise half of congress would be hearing her cry out your name.

     gradually victoria relaxes further in her chair, letting out a content sigh as you suckle on her clit, your tongue tracing gentle patterns against the bundle of nerves at the same time. victoria really did need this just as much as you did; it wasn’t going to be long before she came, and you’d only been at it for ten minutes now. you seem to sense this too, as you double your efforts, eating her out like a woman starved. victoria’s eyes widen at your renewed fervor, and her thighs reflexively squeeze around your head.

     “fuck—” victoria lets out a moan which she quickly covers with a cough as she yanks at your hair in a gesture for you to slow your pace. none of her colleagues notice, thankfully, too caught up in their bickering. but like a fucking brat, you choose now to be difficult. feeling you smirk against her pussy, victoria shifts her gaze down to you with the intention to give you a warning glare, but you just eye up at her cheekily, and start to focus all of your attention to her clit, your slick, hot tongue flicking across the swollen bud quickly. the wrath in victoria’s dark brown eyes fades away rapidly, and her features slacken from pleasure, her lips parting as she sucks in a large breath.

     victoria can’t handle it—she’s been on edge for too long, and you both know it. a little whimper crawls out of her throat, and she props her elbow up on her desk, balling a fist before she brings her arm up, pressing her curled fingers against her mouth to mask her arousal. god, she could only imagine what her co-workers would say if they knew what was going on behind the screen they can see her on. here they are, bickering over some meaningless government spending bill, and she has you slurping at her drenched cunt underneath her desk while she tunes them out. victoria can’t help the way the direction of her thoughts begins to stroke her ego, and she starts to rock her hips against you, her carefully sculpted composure cracking.

     the gratified whimper you reward her with spurs her on as she mushes your face entirely against her pussy—she glances down at you briefly, a sight for sore eyes you are, eyes closed; chin and mouth covered in spit and victoria’s wetness. what would they think of her if they knew she had her thighs wrapped around such a sweet, pretty little thing like yourself? a girl nearly a decade younger than her, and her assistant of all things (she’d admittedly hired you at the fbsa early into your relationship due to your dreadful job at vought-a-burger, a small abuse of her powers).

     oh, they’d scorn her without a second thought, despite their own mistresses and midnight rendezvous. half of them are old enough to be grandfather’s too. victoria nearly scoffs, but she finds her eyes drawn to you again. you working between her thighs is enough to quell any real unrest within her.

     she’s pleasantly surprised to see that at some point, you’ve dipped a hand beneath your panties to touch yourself, and she feels the coil in her stomach start to tighten, knowing that you’re so turned on just from having your face shoved into her cunt like this. victoria is willing to bet that her colleagues never get a view such as this either—like you, and pride flares to life in her chest.

     “fuck, look at you…” victoria murmurs adoringly under her breath with a low growl, fingers stroking through your hair before she grips your locks tightly again. “you love this, don’t you? all wet and whimper-y just from the taste of me… fucking slut— ah—no one else besides me would put up with that damn mouth of yours, but you already know that. and you love being mommy’s slut, don’t you?” she all but demands an answer.

     you nod with a whine, and as if to prove yourself, you start to lap at her with as much vigor as you can muster. victoria chuckles breathlessly and barely swallows down a moan of your name, and she rocks harder against your mouth. “stick out your tongue, brat,” she hisses out the command, her voice barely above a whisper, and you obey, opening your mouth wider so victoria can use the fleshy appendage to get herself off. each pass of her hips makes your nose bump against her clit, and the congresswoman clenches her teeth.

     “vic…” you manage to hoarse out between mouthfuls—your voice trembling. victoria shushes you quietly, and murmurs her approval, knowing that you’re close just like she is. “mmn— fuck, don’t stop,” and you don’t. a couple more rolls of victoria’s hips, and her body stiffens, thighs clamping down around your head and the insides flexing as she bites down on her knuckles to prevent herself from crying out at the force of her orgasm. your own hits not long after, the movements your slick fingers, which had been furiously rubbing at your clit growing jerky. you aren’t as in control of yourself as your girlfriend, however, and are unable to stop yourself from mewling and whimpering.

     with your face still buried in her cunt, slurping up her juices and licking her clean, the sound is muffled, so victoria doesn’t feel the need to chastise you. once the brunette’s legs around your head and the grip she has on your hair relax, you pull away with a heavy pant. victoria turns her camera and microphone off, and grips you by the collar of your sweater seconds later, tugging you up into a wet and messy kiss so she can taste herself on your lips. you moan appreciatively in response, but before you have the chance to kiss back, victoria shoves you away, making your back hit the edge of her desk.

     “upstairs, now,” victoria says while she smooths herself out, talking as if you hadn’t just ate her out like a wild animal. her tone brooks no argument, the low, raspy timbre of her voice making you shudder from anticipation. “i want you naked; on your hands and knees in our bed, and your ass up. i’ll be up in ten minutes.” she then waves a somewhat shaky, dismissive hand at you, which tells you just how frazzled you’ve left her. you swallow hard and rush to do as you’re told, all but sprinting out of victoria’s home office to head to your shared bedroom. you had a feeling that the older woman wasn’t going to be as kind as she had been just now once she joins you.

     that’s fine. you’re a glutton for her punishment.

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❤❤❤

💔💔💔

🙈🔥🔥

You may think this is kind of stupid, but trust me, it is NOT for the writer. It shows you've read until the end of the chapter and that you liked it so much that you decided to say it publicly. Your presence means A LOT.

Also, leaving kudos or votes takes literally just 1 second, what are you doing NOT doing that?? 🤨🤨🤨

2. Simple phrases

I loved it so much!!

Can't wait for the next chapter!!

This was just so good 😍

Amazing as always, keep it up!! 🙌🏼

Writing is a lonely work if you think about it. When I'm in a writer's block, just one sentence can hype me up for the rest of the day and give me the spirit I need 💪🏽

3. The emotions you felt

Yes, you DO matter. That fanfic author cares more about your opinion than your stupid ex so you better write to them instead 🧐

The plotwist was so unexpected, I'm shocked 😱

You can't end with that cliffhanger, how am I supposed to wait another week??

Excuse me, I will now lock into my room and cry all night, thank you 💔

I've read some people saying they won't comment how they felt because they feel ashamed or shy. Take it as if you were about to post a tweet or comment on a friend IG's story 👍🏻

4. One piece of dialogue/prose that really amazed you

Oof 🔥 this happened to me a few weeks ago and that comment still lives in my mind rent free. There's no better way to compliment a writer's work than to highlight something they wrote that left a true impression on you.

And it literally takes no time:

[Insert piece of dialogue], oh she didn't just say that, imma throw hands 🤬🤬

[Insert piece of a description], I could really see it with my own eyes, loved how you described it!

5. Hopes and wishes for future chapters

C'mon, you're going to comment this anyway with some of your fandom mutuals or friends, why don't let the writer know that too?? COPY AND PASTE IT ✍✍

I just need Chatacter A and Chatacter B to kiss, how long is it gonna take?? 😩

Watching that scene in [Canon series name] would have been awesome!! Maybe in future seasons 👀👀

I hope [Ship Name] don't break up in the next chapter, they are so cute 😭

6. Character discussion

Okay, we're entering deeper waters here.

But the truth is: if you love that fanfic that much is because the characters really resonated with you. So express your first thoughts without any fear:

[Chatacter Name] is so important to me, like you have no idea. All the things they went through... But they still manage to be a better person ❤

[Chatacter Name] was so forgotten in [Movie/Series Name], I'm glad they're getting the development they deserved here!

7. Scene discussion

Again, you might think the comment section is no place to start "fangirling" over the stuff you liked. But IT IS!! And the writer wants to know your thoughts on their work, especially if your opinion is all positive 💞

This will take more time, sure. But if you're going to write it anyways for other people, COPY AND PASTE AGAIN, hon!

8. How this story is impacting your fan life (or even personal life)

You don't need to overshare, but simple comments like:

Your fic has really changed the way I think about [Character Name]'s decisions, I feel like I can understand them better now.

This story has motivated me to rewatch all the episodes again 😢 the nostalgia!!!

What you did with [Character's situation] was incredible! I've been there myself and I could have not explain it better 😔

... They will be the ones the writer will remember the most, I can assure you that.

9. A simple THANK YOU

At the end of the day, fanfic and fanart creators only have your feedback to rely on when the block or discouragement hits... This is about showing appreciation to someone you may not know at all, but that has brighten your day with their creations and efforts ❤

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[emjiroki]

I have written in so long it felt good to write that nanami drabble

[feasibilities]

Mrs. Muckraker | Thomas Shelby x Author!Reader ✍︎

✍︎ Synopsis: Your controversial writings catch the attention of local kingpin, Thomas Shelby. ✍︎ Warnings: Hatefuck, Dub-Con, Spanking, Manhandling, Period-Typical Sexism, Blackmail, Manipulation, Veiled Threats, Slurs, Shame ✍︎ Author's Note: My first full-length fic of 2025. I'm trying to tackle darker themes. Enjoy!

Your tendentious writings are causing a stir in the literary world, especially in Birmingham. You tackled hot-button topics like corruption, misogyny, crime, sexuality and more. Against the advice of your publisher, you refused to use a pen name to protect your identity. This led to a myriad of angry letters from local priests, husbands with shaky marriages, and stuffy bureaucrats like Inspector Campbell. You had also caught the attention of the Thomas Shelby, the patriarch of the family and leader of the Peaky Blinders. 

Against your instincts, you decided to spend an evening at the Garrison. You were surprised to see it empty with the exception of a few drunkards. After ordering a glass of whiskey, you saw Thomas emerge from the meeting room with a stern expression. Harry wordlessly poured him a glass of gin while you rolled your eyes at his acquiescence. Taking note of your irritation, Thomas sat next to you. 

“The Virginia Woolf of Birmingham, eh?” He teased. 

“I’m surprised someone like you knows who she is.” You retorted, sipping your whiskey. 

“Do tell, who am I?” He asked with a pompous tone.

“A witless cunt.” You criticized. 

“Very creative, sweetheart.” He praised sarcastically. 

“I am not your fucking sweetheart.” You shot back. 

“I suppose so. I thought you would be sweeter.” He purred, touching your hand. You snatched it away. His chuckling angered you even more. 

“Fuck off. I’m taking this to go, Harry.” You declared, walking to the door with the glass. 

“Before you leave, I have a preposition for you.” He said. You continued out of the pub without another word. 

—

The next morning, you found refuge at a local tea room. Your peace was swiftly interrupted by the crook you met the night before. 

“Nice to see you again.” He spoke, lighting a cigarette and sitting at the table. 

“Is this the only tea room in town?” You huffed.

“I’m a regular here, dove.” He replied, smoke ghosting in front of his mouth. 

“Fucking any woman that comes through the door doesn’t make you a regular.” You sniped. 

“I’ll take that as the compliment it was meant to be. I have news for you.” He said. 

“What news?” You complained. 

“Shelby Company Limited is willing to publish your next novel at a far better percentage than your current publisher.” He declared, handing you a copy of your contract with Orchid Publishing. You felt ill at what he could’ve done to get such a private document. 

“I’m not interested in anything under the table. Your intimidation tactics won’t work on me.” You said, handing it back. 

“Of course. I’m confident that you’ll sort everything out once you’re dropped due to public outcry and a ‘firm recommendation’ from Inspector Campbell.” He revealed, tapping the ash of his cigarette. You were almost impressed by his business acumen but refused to compliment him. Thomas saw the wheels turning and decided to take advantage of the opportunity. 

“If you’d like to discuss this further, I’ll be hosting a dinner for the Shelby Foundation. I would hate to see talent like yours go to waste.” He stated, pulling a golden envelope from his suit pocket. He sat it on the table and stared at you intently. You kept eye contact with him as you took the envelope in your hands. 

“I’ll let you know of my decision at the dinner.” You said plainly, standing up. He gave an affirmative nod as he watched you leave. 

Thomas provoked your ire like no other. His need to dominate every industry that came through Birmingham was close to swallowing you whole. You feared that your writings would be diluted under the authority of Shelby Company Limited. The wrong decision could end your career as you know it.

Arriving at the foundation dinner, your dress earned concupiscent gazes from male attendees and glares from their wives. You hurriedly took a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter’s tray. Dread wore on your face as you pondered the inevitable. 

“You clean up well.” A gruff voice whispered behind you. You were ready to elbow the man in the face until you realized it was Thomas. He circled you like prey while admiring your beauty. 

“For me?” He said arrogantly. 

“No, the invitation said formal. Don’t be so proud of yourself.” You replied, sipping from the flute. 

“Sure.” He said, looking you up and down once more. You felt butterflies in your stomach. A longtime colleague of his stopping by seemed to embolden his peacocking. You became an awkward background character to their lively conversation until his colleague recognized you. 

“She’s the spinster keeping up trouble in Small Heath?” He realized. You finally came to as you heard the insult. 

“She is but she’ll be an ally of ours soon, eh?” He smiled, placing a patronizing hand on your shoulder. You snatched his hand away and smashed the half-full flute on the floor

“Stupid fucking Birmingham scum, the both of you! You’re nothing but a stupid gypsy bastard with nothing to speak for but the money you’ve taken out of our pockets!” You shouted, causing the party to go silent. Thomas retreated into an aggrieved, icy quiet as the humiliation soaked in. Exasperated, you tilted your head waiting for a response. The partygoers, including his colleague, grew nervous at what could happen next.

“I’ll have to excuse myself. Carry on everyone.” He announced, walking to his study. Whispers traveled like a virus through the attendees as they were stunned at his allowance of your vituperative attack. Soon after, the festivities resumed while you were smoked a cigarette outside. As much as you hated it, you worried that you might’ve bruised his ego this time. You were also worried that you signed your death warrant as he was the most feared man in town. Sneaking past nosy attendees, you found the door of his study. You knocked and waited for an answer.

“Come in.” He said. You came in and stood at his desk. Before you could speak, Thomas began reading a scathing excerpt from your latest novel. 

“The Peaky Blinders can be compared to a family of plague rats. Spreading disease, death, and degeneracy wherever they end up. Thomas is the captain of a sinking ship and has no qualms about leaving his crew behind if they grow lame or impotent.” He read the excerpt as if it was a bedtime story. 

“I came to apologize and-“ You started before being cut off once more. 

“Thomas seems to think he can fuck and drink his way into being elected MP. This region has truly gone to shit if he is ever elected.” He read another excerpt. This time, you stayed silent to avoid any interruptions. He removed his glasses and sat back in his chair. 

“You forgot to notify me of your decision.” He said with an eerily calm tone. 

“I haven’t made one yet. I just came to apologize.” You said, trying to gauge his anger. 

“For what? The gypsy bastard part or the degeneracy commentary?” He said, feigning confusion. 

“For all of it, I suppose.” You relented, feeling deep shame. 

“Oh, no. Don’t apologize for speaking the truth.” He pushed back, standing up and walking to you.

“What?” You asked. 

“I’m pleased to let you know that I’m everything you said I am. A gypsy bastard. A drunk. A pest. An enjoyer of women. Now, what is your decision?” He heralded.

“I..can’t work with you. I would forego my morals.” You rejected. 

“Why not? A man like me would be great print.” He implored, walking closer. With each step he took forward, you took a step back. 

“The answer is no. I apologize for the outburst and I won’t write of you again.” You concluded, reaching for the doorknob. Suddenly, you were slammed against the wall with a painful grip on your face.

“The truth is that you need someone like me. Someone to keep you in line.” He threatened, eyes boring into yours. Your attempts to escape were hopeless as he relished in your panic.

“Let me show you something.” He whispered, slipping his other hand in the top of your dress. His hand stalled at your chest. Your heart jackhammered against his warm palm. 

“Feel that?” He asked. You nodded as you pulled your dress off your shoulders and moved his hand to your breast. Finally, you two kissed with a burning hatred for each other. You two yanked away each other’s clothing with such disdain. You found yourself bent over the cool mahogany of Thomas’ desk. You lifted your head to insult him before your head was roughly pressed back down. 

“Be a dear and stay still.” He said with condescension.

“Fuck you.” You spat, trying your best to hide your lust. He groped the soft flesh of your ass before landing a series of harsh smacks. Each slap evoked a wanton mewl from you. He went back to massage the tender flesh to vex you even more.

“Let’s make this quick…” He huffed as he plunged inside of you. Your back arched and another lecherous noise left you at the sensation. Soon after, your body began to lurch forward with his merciless thrusts. Your hands searched for purchase on the hard surface. Noise barely escaped your open mouth as the air was expelled from your lungs. Restrained groans came from Thomas while bruises formed on your hips. The stress of pleasure in your abdomen finally broke like an overextended rubber band. He watched as your body violently convulsed with rapture. When you finally came to, he kissed the back of your head. 

“You should get dressed.” He said coldly, slipping on his dress shirt. With shaky legs, you haphazardly dressed yourself. His lack of affection stung but you understood that it was his intention. 

“Hey, sign this before you go.” He said, handing you a pen and pointing to the empty line on the contract. 

[missmimii]

✍︎︎ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

@st7rnioioss request (ily babydoll♡︎)

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In the heart of a quaint town, Matt finds himself stumbling into the isles of a dear bookstore, adventuring through the labyrinth of towering bookshelves, he finds himself captivated not just by the titles, but by the girl who tells them.

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. Teensey bit suggestive, but mostly fluff!

ℳ𝒾𝓂𝒾’𝓈 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈 － I’ve been so inactive due to medical reasons, but I’m back, and currently working on more projects. I love you all so very much, and am beyond grateful for all of the support (300 followers?! Ily)

✩－ With a soft thud, the glass door fell shut behind Matt as he stepped inside, instantly enveloped by the charming surrounding, a faint fragrance of crisp book pages and an aromatic cedar-like essence. Huh, he thought to himself, the weight on his shoulders falling as he took in his atmosphere. Unlike the usual bookstores or libraries that hustled restlessly, and made his heart jump in his chest, this was a sweet contrast.

✯－The idyllic store was faintly lit with a pink hue, soft on the male’s eyes as he glanced at the decor placed around. He felt as if the enchanted looking environment was far more traditional, rather than the bookstores that were designed in a modernized manner. Rustic furniture that he was shamelessly fond of, cozy looking chairs sat at wobbly tables, and a ticking clock.

✩－Matt drew his gaze from the small detailings, smiling at the odd by-passer as he shuffled through the aisles, before he turned toward the right end of the quaint store. Tick tock, tick tock. The clock hung just aside the array of shelves that leaned against the wall behind a large desk, ticking insistently in his mind. Keeping his distance, Matt curiously ran his eyes along the counter with interest.

✯－Pens and markers were sat inside a dusty little organizer, some upside down and others right side up. The comforting melody of ‘Here Comes the Sun’ by the Beatles flooded from the speaker of an old record player, the disc making a little err’ every now and then as the vinyl spun. Thousands upon hundreds of books aligned on the shelves, many collecting dust from the prolonged placement.

✩－Mere seconds passed before Matt swallowed the anxiousness gripping his lungs, eyes flicking around the store as he took a step forward. The male bit down on his lip as someone abruptly dodged in front of the triplet, making him mutter a small “shit”. I guess this place doesn’t attract the most civil customers. “Hey sweetness.” The grey haired male spoke seductively, making Matt’s nose crinkle with distaste.

✯－Suddenly a head popped up from behind the counter, a meek girl standing from her crouched frame. “Two day’s in a row?” She sheepishly chuckled, tucking loose tendrils of hair behind her ear as she nipped at her bottom lip. Uncomfortable, she looked uncomfortable. Matt observed her small movements, becoming uneasy as her hands shook in the slightest.

✩－The man, who was visibly at least ten years older than the girl, placed a hand on the desk. “What can I say? Something’s caught my eye.” He mused, grinning like a fool as he leaned forward. Her lips parted, no words emitting as she stepped back. “Is there a particular book you’re interested in, sir?” Smart girl. Matt felt a smile twitch on his lips as he heard her switch the subject swiftly.

✯－Her eyes widen as the sleezey male points an outstretched finger toward the shelf behind her, quickly flicking her eyes to the area. “What about that one?” Glancing at the array of all the books, she nervously looked back at the smirking man. “Uh－sorry, what one?” Hands nervously wringing together, feeling as if she was failing at her job. Such a simple one at that.

✩－With a careless shrug, Matt lifts an eyebrow at his next request. “Surprise me.” Surprise him? Scoffing, Matt crossed his arms while watching the interaction. The urge the smash the male’s face into the counter was a little too tempting, but the triplet brushed it off as he watched the girl turn around. Looking meek, she stepped a pink sneakered foot onto the latter.

✯－The weak light shone down on her skin irresistibly, Matt’s breath hitching at the sight of something so normal, glimmering with such a provocative tone on her. It was such a captivating sight, his eyes glued onto her hand as iridescent glitters twinkled off of her rings as she plucked a book from the shelf. Was this one too romantic? But this one would be to much Sci-fi. Gosh, why couldn’t he have just picked a book?

✩－Matt watched as the unknowing girl flicked through the books, before glancing at the grey haired man whose eyes couldn’t keep off of the girls backside. Disappointed and disgust built in the triplet’s chest as he shrugged off the wall, a sharp glare on his face as he stalked toward the counter. “Fuck outa’ here man.” Matt muttered, the man who bit his lip while looking the girls ass, snapping his eyes in the boy’s direction. “Sorry?” He scoffed, sounding baffled.

✯－ “I said,” the neckline of the male’s shirt got balled in Matt’s fist as he grabbed ahold of the material, his eyes flying open at the contact. “get your eyes off the girl’s ass, and get the fuck out of here.” He counted in his head, one, two, three, four－rolling his eyes, the older man shrugged off Matt’s hand, storming away with a scowl.

✩－ “I’m not too sure if this one－” Stepping down from the latter and turning around, the girl was expecting to meet eyes with the odd man from before. Instead, the uneasy feeling that swirled in her belly came to a stop as she met eyes with a brown haired man. Matt cocked his head while looking at the girl, nonchalantly smiling her way as if he hadn’t just shocked the life out of her. “I’m not really into the whole ‘romance’, thing.” The triplet joked.

✯－Slowly parting her lips, she drew her eyebrows together in perplexity. Matt’s face dropped a little, clearing his throat as he waved at the book she held. “The book － I meant.” Oh. She felt warmth flood to her cheeks at the realization, blowing out an airy laugh as she glanced down at her shoes. “No?” He hummed, smirking with amusement as he gently shook his head. “Can I ask why?” The murmur made his heart flutter.

✩－Cute. He thought to himself. “Why do you like it?” Matt drew out, forearms lazily falling on the desk as he leaned over a bit. The girl bit her lip in temptation, eyes flicking to his hands that rested on the counter. Veins outlined the soft skin of his hands, two rings on the fingers placed aside his middle and ring. Slim, she thought, the sinful thought leaving her breathless. Clearing her throat, she shifted her gaze up to Matt’s heated one. “Who’s to say I do?”

✯－Matt opted to leave her waiting for a moment, too caught up in his own mind to put together a proper response. The way her lips moved was a fascinating allure, the sight of it playing over in the triplet’s mind over and over until he felt the heat flutter in his abdomen. Fuck, not now. “Just a hunch.” Flicking his blue eyes to her neck, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Pretty,” he whispered to himself, just loud enough for her to hear.

✩－The girl’s heart locket rested sensationally against her flawless clavicle, a mouthwatering sight to the boy as his hungry gaze took in her enticing character. Tilting her head with curiosity, she spoke. “Tell me.” Matt lifted an eyebrow, seeing the perfect twinkle beneath the surface of her lustrous eyes.

✯－He silently admired her for a moment too long. “Tell you what?” Was he really making her do this? The girl peered into Matt’s eyes with an indescribable look, before sighing. “The hunch.” Ah, there it was. Matt tipped his head back with a soft chuckle, nodding a bit,“Well, for starters,” he waved a hand around her neck. “that.” The pink ribbon that was weaved snuggly around her neck got tugged at by her index finger as she dipped in under the satin, making a small ‘ah’. “It gives off a very .. romantic, look.” He explains, watching as her eyes lit up. She liked hearing that.

✩－ Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, her head tipped to the side as giggled softly. “Romantic?” Matt hummed, a smile of his own growing on his lips. “Mhm.” Fair. The girl absentmindedly toyed with the fabric as she looked into his eyes shyly, feeling a tad intimidated by his heavy gaze. “What else?” So unprofessional, she thought to herself, but her smile didn’t die down.

✯－ He pondered for a second, before answering without a beat missed. “You picked that particular book without knowing what the customer would think,” Matt started, watching as not only her eyes took everything in, but how her facial expressions changing with every word. “meaning that you probably were thinking of what you would’ve liked to be chosen, if you were in their place.” As his explanation came to an end, the girl felt speechless.

✩－Her heart swooned at the male’s interest in her, feeling special almost. It was a safe bet to say that her store didn’t attract the most intriguing men, especially not ones that would ever take such an interest in her of all girls. She was awkward, and said all of the wrong things － and probably should’ve spent all of the time she spent reading, out having a social life.

✯－And if anyone were to get that, it would be Matt. The two individuals shared the glimpse of each other’s stares for a while, the silence never awkward, and always deep. So much behind the surface of one look, an untold story swirling in the distance. Drifting from her irresistible gaze, Matt’s eyes fell on a small homely looking tote bag that sat behind the desk, a stack of books poking from atop. “What’re those?” The triplet mused, watching as her face lit up.

✩－ “Oh.” Peeking a look behind her, she felt embarrassment fill her body as she caught sight of her tote bag, various books of her own open to the eye. “Yeah..” Her hand reached up to nervously itch at her freckled cheek, seeing Matt’s smirk grow at the slightest. “it’s just a few I’ve been meaning to read on my breaks.” As her lips moved in the shy like allure, Matt fell something erupt in his heart.

✯－A tranquil mix of fresh air and adoration sinking into his chest while he melted into her gaze. There was something so simple about the way the two individuals caught up in conversation, neither of them having to even think before speaking. It was almost too easy, Matt pondered. “Have any recommendations?” The triplet inquiries, tilting his head with a curious expression.

✩－She bit down on her lip, hiding a grin. “You don’t like what I like.” Matt’s eyebrow rose with surprise at the bold statement, leaning in closer as he huffed out a sound of amusement. “And what is it that you like?” She’d really done it now. Warmth spread across her cheeks, pink tinting the soft skin as she unknowingly seduced the male with her star-struck eyes.

✯－ Butterflies pressed against her gut as she thought about all of the obscene things she’s read in all of her years, the sinful details written on cedar pages as she bit her lip while imagining all of the things happening to the female character, were taking place on her body. Only this time, the girl was thinking about him. The mysterious man across the counter dragging his calloused finger tips across her bare torso, slowly gliding down her dewy skin until he thumbed at the rough material of her lace undergarment. She could practically feel the chills going down her spine at the mere thought of him whispering sweet nothings against her ear. “Takin’ like the good girl you always were, huh?” It seemed too real to fantasize.

✩－A small －sick, part of the girl knew that if Matt was to demand or request something, that she’d comply without a second thought. Not in the sense of being forced, but because deep down something inside of her ignited with a burning need to please every time she met his eyes. And if anything, to the girl, submission was trust. Such a poorly portrayed dynamic in the books she read, but some aspects she found herself drawn to.

✯－ Swallowing the lump she felt in her throat, she gained the strength to fiercely look into the male’s domineering eyes. “I don’t mind romance.” She murmured, cocking her head with a shy glint in her eyes. Matt, already having caught onto this, urged on. “Yeah?” At her nod, “and what kind of romance, kid?” The inquiry came out in a condescending manner, making the girl’s thighs squeeze together shamefully.

✩－The way her shoulders tensed was all Matt needed to know, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he ran a hand down his jaw. “Not so innocent, huh?” Her eyes narrowed in defiance, shooting him a small glare. “Do I look innocent?” Matt shrugged carelessly, the diamond pierced through his ear glimmering with a gentle shine as he looked off. “Look, yes. Inside ..” Lifting a brow, Matt’s lips tipped up. “Not for a second.” Like he would know, the girl thought to herself.

✯－ Rolling her eyes playfully, a hand ran through her tangled hair with a sigh. “Yeah, because you’re inside me.” She says in a sarcastic manner, eyes widening as she realized what she’d actually said. Her hand halted from its place in her hair as she blanked. Oh my god － cheeks going red, she blew out a breathy laugh. “that is not what I meant －all I was saying was,” Matt listened patiently as she rambled, hooded gaze glued on her as she waved her hands around, making excuses for the silly slip up she’d made.

✩－Physically, innocence practically radiated off of the girl. The pink converse with frilled socks, a little skirt that often rid up her lustrous thighs, sending Matt into a whirlwind of arousal. Though, under all of the ribbons and pearly little bracelets, the sinful persona she hid under the faux innocent facade came eye to eye with the male. Did she think he was oblivious to it? Or maybe she knew, and was being a cute little tease.

✯－Shocked from his daze, Matt looked up as a book was plopped down onto the counter with a thud. The Love Hypothesis, he read, eyes that held a curious glint lifting to meet the girl’s timid one’s. “And what’s this?” He drawled out, watching as she girl offered a little shrug while flicking her eyes away momentarily. “Your recommendation.” So fucking cute. Matt huffed out a small chuckle, placing his hand atop the book. “Well aren’t you a doll?”

✩－The book was a makeshift pedestal for Matt’s larger hand, showcasing the silver glittering rings woven around his slim fingers, and veins that were littered gorgeously over his rough skin. Her heart fluttered with an indescribable warmth, as well as heat coursing through her core at the sight that gave too much attraction. Lifting her eyes to the unknown man, she finally uttered the words. “What’s your name?” She whispered in a melodic note, tilting her head gently.

✯－Flattening his palm onto the hardcover book, he slowly slid it across the counter and into his arm. “Hm..” Tucking his bottom lip into his mouth, he took a step back from the counter with a hidden smirk. “Maybe you’ll find it somewhere in those books you like to read.” Matt murmured, winking playfully as he walked from the gleaming class doors.

✩－And later that evening, just as the last gust of wind swished through the door that now held a CLOSED sign, the girl had found herself unraveling untold stories that made her heart erupt with blooming flowers. Bottom sat on a small stool, and a misplaced book sat in her lap as her palms folded the cover open with a little sigh. Swoop. Just as the book opened, a small paper slipped from dust-cover with ease.

✯－Her eyebrows came together with confusion as she plucked the folded sheet from the floor. ‘This was in the non-fiction isle, right next to a small piece of paper that has my number, which is also non-fiction.’ Corny, she thought, placing her palm over her lips to blow out a breathy giggle. Matt, it signed at the bottom, the name followed by a cheesy smile breaking across the girl’s lips.

✩－Too many more inked stories to come.

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[klausisfreezing]

High school AU Sansa 😌😌🎀💅✍✨

I started working on this for one of my Jonsa manga days ago, not sure if I'll have time to finish it lol 😭😭

[rahuratna]

Hello, friends and moots!

This is going to be a tough November and December for me work-wise, and so ...

I have fully committed to writing the most self-indulgent JJK Fantasy AU detective agency, replete with copious amounts of world building and mystery-solving. It's going to help me take my mind off the slog, with what comes most naturally to me. I will be writing and updating with slow deliberation in my spare time, now that I have the concept and draft!✍

The first chapter is coming soon, so let me introduce:

"Welcome, Visitor, to Jujutsu Guild Academy, tucked discreetly away in the rolling foothills of the Byre Veld Mountains. Our team of expert sorcerers, now misfits and outcasts from society, gather here to train their talented students, as well as use their exceptional skills to solve cases brought to them by those who know the true nature of the Guild ... much like yourself.

We invite you to place your case at their disposal. We guarantee that you won't be disappointed."