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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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Hi lovely, congrats on 1K 🥳💐 you're amazing and deserve all the love.

If you feel inclined to write it, could i request an Enzo fic for your event pls? Like a situationship to an established relationship, where everyone knows reader is basically Enzos girl but theyre not dating and someone takes it as an invitation to challenge him on it because " she's not really yours, is she?". And Enzo kinda just snaps and everyone finds out just why hes a Slytherin.

Thank you for all your time and work love x

If this is shit it's because i'm high but i NEED MORE ENZO REQUESTS PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Warnings: mentions of blood; not proofread

There had yet to be labels, and you were generally fine with it. You knew that he was yours and you were his and that was all that really mattered to you in the long run. It did made some things a little confusing, like when a third year would ask you to Hogsmead and you would politely decline. It was fair enough, you really didn’t technically have a boyfriend, but everyone knew you were Enzo’s.

So when Cho Chang started very obviously flirting with him after Herbology, you were fuming. He didn’t immediately refuse her advances, you wanted to chalk it up to him just being a genuinely nice person. However, you were not always as nice. You wanted to rip her black stringy hair out of her scalp and choke her with it. You and Enzo were together, everyone knew it.

Sometimes people took advantage of Enzo being too nice, though. They never really expected him to be in a fight, let alone start one, but you knew he was capable. His reserved anger was one of the things you loved about him, how his possessiveness would just come out without anyone really expecting it and that he would just snap.

It almost happened once a few months ago, Draco was joking around about taking you back to his dorm after a little group common room party of just your friends. You saw Enzo’s jaw clench and his hand get a little tighter on your thigh and instantly your panties were wet. You had leaned over, assuring him the only bed you wanted to be in was his and he seemed to calm down.

But his interaction with Cho was perfect ammo to get him to really react. Your original plan was to con one of his friends or maybe some poor fourth year into asking you out, but when Rodger Davies stopped you after dinner, it was like you were given the perfect victim for your plan.

Rodger caught you by grabbing your wrist as your group of friends passed through the doors of the Great Hall. “Can I steal you for a moment, love?” His tone was smooth and confident as he spoke to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Enzo’s eyebrows shoot up; at least he was paying attention.

“What’s up, Davies? Need help on your potions homework?” You knew what he really wanted, but playing the innocent girl card would just further push Enzo where you wanted.

Rodger chucked slightly, “No, darling, I was wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”

“She’s taken, Davies, how about you go bother some other poor girl with your advances,” Enzo had on a sweet smile, but he was gritting his teeth, trying his best to keep that kind facade he was so known for and quickly losing his patience.

Rodger just smirked, “Is she though?”

Enzo tongued his cheek, a clear sign he was near his boiling point, “Whadya mean, is she, mate?”

“I mean, she’s not really yours, is she? She just wets your whistle when you’re lonely and bored, right? A little muckin’ about when you’re both drunk?” Rodger knew he hit a nerve and you could thank him for it.

Enzo just nodded slowly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he glanced over at Theo standing next to him. Theo just raised his eyebrows as if to say, the fights yours, mate. Enzo turned back to Rodger in front of you, who had opened his mouth to further egg him on.

In a blink Rodger had disappeared from sight, you weren’t sure what happened until you saw Enzo kneeling over him on the floor landing blow after blow. You took a step towards the two on the ground when Theo placed a hand on your shoulder, “Give him a minute longer, it’s been a while since he’s had a good reason to fight.”

So you stood there with Theo, watching Enzo’s large frame hover over Rodger’s as Enzo’s fists landed into Rodgers ribs, then his chin, then the bridge of his nose causing a spray of blood to land across the tile floor. After a second blow to the nose, Theo and Mattheo finally pulled Enzo off of Rodger.

You grabbed hold of Enzo’s hand, lacing your fingers and not caring that you were covering your own hand in spots of blood. Enzo was still fuming, but as soon as he felt your touch he turned to look at you. His furrowed brows relaxed and his scowl turned in to an expression of guilt.

“C’mon Enzie, let’s go get you cleaned up,” he nodded, following you like a puppy as you pulled him along the corridors, down to the dungeons and through your dorm to the bathroom.

“Sit,” you pointed to the edge of the tub, Enzo immediately following your direction. You grabbed some gauze, walking over and standing between his open legs. You grabbed one of his hands, the other finding solace along the back of your thigh. You began dabbing the gauze against the deeper cuts on his knuckles, assuming he caught them on some of Rodger’s teeth.

His hands switched positions as you grabbed the other off your leg and dabbed it off as well. “Hands like this,” you held your hands face down in the air in front of you. Again, Enzo followed your instruction, holding out his hands and you grabbed your wand, waving it over and mumbling incantations to slowly close his cuts.

“Be my girlfriend,” Enzo’s sudden outburst caused you to still, wand still hovering over his hands. You looked up, meeting his eyes and seeing nothing but sencerity. “Enzo, we’re together, everyone knows it,” you tried to keep your voice nonchalant, but truth is you wouldn’t mind the label being added to whatever situationship you had now.

Enzo shook his head, “Everyone knowing in a roundabout way isn’t good enough, love. Be my girlfriend, let me tell everyone you’re mine, officially.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking a step closer, his hands finding place at your hips and giving you a cheeky squeeze.

You laced your fingers behind his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours. You loved the height difference between you and Enzo, him sitting on the edge of the tub making his face finally even with yours. As his lips slotted against yours the grip he had on your hips tightened.

When you finally pulled away, Enzo had a smile on his face, "Is that a yes, darling?" You nodded, not hiding the grin appearing on your face, "A million times yes."

#hope this isnt shite????#lemme know lolll #Enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire angst #lorenzo berkshire angst

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woongisi · 5 months ago

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Hot & I Hate It // Park Sunghoon

power struggle but eventual sub!Park Sunghoon x dom!fem!Reader // SMUT

WC// 4.1k

Synopsis// Park Sunghoon is the thorn in your side. The really hot thorn in your side. An "apology" visit changes your view on him for good.

Warnings// arguing, unprotected sex (use protection please xx), drinking, name calling (slut, whore), pain play (smacking), dacryphilia

Author's Note// I've been sitting on this baby for so long and finally got the motivation to complete it. Idk how I feel about it but I hope you all enjoy. ☺︎

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7:16 pm

“Sunghoon. I'm so serious. I need you to stop talking before I shove this pen into your throat.”

Your best friend, Sunoo, being part of a band had its perks, it was hard to get hit on by greasy strangers when you're surrounded by 7 men you, for the most part, trust. It had its cons too… the biggest being the existence of Park Sunghoon. He was cocky, always made fun of you, and seemed to make it a point to push you to your limit. The only positive you could think of was that he was, at the very least, eye candy. Unfortunately for you, he was still part of the band, and he was still one of Sunoo’s closest friends. There was no changing that.

You'd only been out to dinner for around half an hour. Jake had found some pizza joint with drinks and cheap food. In that half hour alone Sunghoon had made fun of your height, and your choice of clothing, and bumped into you a few times which you assumed was on purpose. The food hadn't even made it to the table. Whatever the reason, you especially weren't in the mood for his shit today.

“Aww, I'm so scared.” Sunghoon leaned back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. “You gonna throw a hissy fit, huh?”

“You know what.” In one quick movement, you shoved your chair backward and slammed your hands down onto the table as you stood up. “Fuck you, Sunghoon. I'm going.”

Grabbing your purse and heading toward the door, Sunoo called after you. “Where are you going?! At least tell me where! You didn't even drive here!”

“Anywhere that isn't with that asshole!” You slammed the door behind you.

“Damn. What's up with her? I thought you were just joking around.” Sunoo murmured and shoved his face into his hands. “I should go after her. It's not safe to be out around here alone. Sunghoon, you're coming with.”

“What about the pizza-”

“Get up.”

“Fine.”

7:23 pm

In the meantime, you'd slipped into some grimy little dive bar a few streets down. The cleanliness was questionable, and it smelled concerning at best, but you supposed they didn't serve food. Perhaps the standards weren't so high. Fighting back tears, you slapped your card down on the counter and waved for the bartender.

“Give me something strong. I don't care what it is… Please.”

Thanking the man and tossing your head back, the shot burned the entire length of your throat. “Shit tastes like motor oil… guess I got what I asked for.” You sighed and ordered a cocktail. Something fruity, something to lift your mood.

A man took the bar stool next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Did you come here all alone?”

You hesitated, feeling uncomfortable already. “No… My friends are in the bathroom. They'll be back in a minute.”

“Playing hard to get? I watched you come in. Not a soul following you.” He pulled the thin strap of your shirt and let it snap back against your skin.

“Fine… You got me. Can you just let me be? I'm not in the best mood.” You chuckled half-heartedly and swatted his hand away.

“Aw, this kitty has claws. What's the matter? I just wanna talk. I can cheer you right up.”

By the time Sunghoon and Sunoo made it to the bar, you were a few too many drinks deep and desperately trying to convince the man to leave your side. They'd checked every building in the area, asking if anyone had seen a girl yay high in a black crop top and long black pants.

You heard a set of footsteps approaching you from behind, clutching your purse and preparing to have to fight.

“Leave her alone, shithead.” Sunghoon’s voice rumbled over the snide comments of the stranger. “She's not into you.”

“Who are you? Her boyfriend?” He scoffed.

Sunghoon cringed slightly at the suggestion he'd ever date you but gave the man a shove all the same. “What's it to you? What? You can't get some pussy so you creep on lonely girls at the bar, huh?”

“Why you think pretty highly of yourself, huh? How about we take it out b-”

Taking note of the commotion, the bartender waved over security who grabbed the dirt bag by the collar and dragged him away, much to his displeasure.

“Thanks…” You muttered and stirred the ice of your cocktail with your fingernail. Your heart was heavy, a predator replaced by the most insufferable man you'd ever known.

“Don't mention it.” Sunghoon stopped and for a moment you thought you might've misjudged him. “I just did what Sunoo told me to do.”

“Oh? Great to know you care about me soooo much.”

“Don't get your panties all in a twist, jeez.”

You shot a razor-sharp glare to Sunghoon and stood up, moving behind him to cling to Sunoo’s arm.

“Sunghoon, get your act together and apologize when you can bear to act nice.” Sunoo sighed and pulled you into his arms tightly. You were crying into his shoulder now, staining the dark orange fabric of his sweater.

Sunoo was a constant for you, you'd known him for years. He was always there to support you and the familiarity was something you needed far too badly.

“Come on,” Sunoo tapped your lower back with his finger. “I'll pick up some drive-thru and drop you off at your apartment. Sunghoon, go back to the boys. I'll meet you there in a few.”

8:00 pm

The drive back to your home was quiet. You didn't say a word, staring absentmindedly out the window. Sunoo hummed along to the songs on the radio which provided you some small amount of comfort. Walking you up to your door, he brushed the hair out of your face.

“Stop crying, alright?” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you again. “Get some rest. I'll talk to Hoon… call me if you need me.”

“Thanks. Love you, man.” You nestled your head into the crook of his neck for a moment before pulling away from him, then you slipped into your apartment. You peeked your head out the door until he reached his car safely and then collapsed on the couch.

8:37 am

You awoke with a start, jumping out of your skin to the sound of someone knocking firmly on your door. You threw on some modest pajamas and opened the door, immediately pissed. Sunghoon. At your front door. Admittedly he looked incredible. His long black coat was double-breasted, adorned with silver buttons, and taken in at the waist to compliment the shape of his body. His pants were just as well tailored, and his shoes well polished.

At some point in the night, it had snowed and was continuing to snow now. Sunghoon’s ears and cheeks were flushed pink by the biting cold. Fluffy white snowflakes decorated the black hair that landed so naturally to the sides of his face and more landed on his lashes before he quickly blinked them away.

“What do you want?” You avoided his gaze, shuffling your feet and feeling defeated.

“Sunoo thinks I'm here to apologize.”

“So you aren't?”

He simply shrugged and questioned if you were going to let him in.

Reluctantly agreeing, you sat down on the couch with him clear on the opposite end. Neither of you said a word, but you could feel him staring at you even while you looked away.

“I was just messing with you, y’know.”

“You know I don't like it.”

“I know you overreact.”

You snapped your head to look at Sunghoon in bewilderment.

“You know what I know? I know that I hate your guts.”

“You gotta learn to calm down and take a joke.”

You were standing in front of Sunghoon now, annoyed at the way he lounged back on the couch and man spread like he owned the place.

“Honestly, Sunghoon. If you just get out of my fucking house you can tell Sunoo you apologized, and I'll even back you up. I was sleeping pretty peacefully until you got here. To be entirely truthful, I could die happy if I never saw your stupid hot face again! I could live my whole life without seeing those dark eyes or the little moles that dot your face and be-”

“Hot?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m hot?”

You stared at him stunned, not even realizing what you'd said. You opened your mouth as if to speak but nothing came out. Those same deep brown eyes you'd thought about more than you'd ever admit were now resting heavily on your form.

“Shut up.” You hissed and crawled on the couch, straddling Sunghoon's lap and crashing your lips against his.

He gasped, processing what was happening, before grabbing your waist with his large hands. He attacked back with vigor, forcing your bodies closer together. Despite having spent time in the freezing cold, his body was searing. He tasted like bitter coffee, the scent of it lingering on his breath and mingling with the scent of your perfume.

“You know I wanted to like you,” You tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. “I've always thought you were so fucking fine, but every time you open your mouth I pray to whatever higher power that you shut up.”

“You seem to like me plenty right now…”

“Stop talking. Please.”

Sunghoon made some sort of acknowledging nod, allowing you to settle back in. Your chests were pressed firmly together, your hands tangling through his silky black hair. Heavy breaths filled the surrounding air, panting against each other's faces with lewd strings of saliva connecting you.

“Hey,” Sunghoon’s voice was laced with need that made your stomach swirl. “I-I'm gonna be honest. I'm getting really hard here but if we're going to go farther I need to know if you really want to do this or if it's just the heat of the moment you'll regret later.”

You smoothed Sunghoon's hair back and pressed a kiss against the tip of his nose. The tenderness of your action made his train of thought falter.

“I mean it when I say I hate your guts,” You growled. “That unfortunately doesn't mean I hate the way you feel against me. Please make yourself useful, I want it.”

He let out a breathy “fuck” and lowered his hands to your ass, urging you to give him some kind of friction. He sheepishly heeded your warning of getting too greedy, you reminding him this was out of the kindness of your own heart. Sunghoon latched onto your neck, his sharp canine teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Something was too good about the warmth of his mouth with the slight pain of his bites that was soon soothed by his plush lips.

“Sunghoon,” You moaned softly. “Bra. Take it off… if you even know how.”

He was quick to oblige, grabbing the hem of your nightshirt and aiding you in slipping it off. You donned a sports bra, one that closely matched your skin tone and featured a zipper up the front. You insisted they were more comfortable to sleep in and easier to remove this way.

The confused “ah?” that escaped Sunghoon was almost cute. He took the zipper in his shaky hands and unzipped it almost painfully slowly, biting his lip at the sight of your tits suddenly being free of their confines and spilling out.

“Damn…” Sunghoon muttered with wide eyes, making you feel suddenly vulnerable.

“So now you like what you see? Men. All the same.” You looked to the side in an attempt to hide the deepening blush on your cheeks.

Only after sneering, Sunghoon happily took your tits into his hands, squeezing lightly. His tongue swirled around your nipple, purposely avoiding the bud itself. Your hand rested on the nape of his neck so you could encouragingly (or rather, impatiently) dig your nails into his skin so he'd cut to the chase. Sunghoon harshly sucked your nipple between his teeth, tugging and swirling it in the process.

Sunghoon felt he could stay in this position forever and be completely content with his decision. He shuddered when you scratched his nape softly, trying to get his attention.

“As nice as this is… I didn't agree to this so you could use me like a stress ball.”

He considered making a snarky remark but thought better of it. The sight of Sunghoon’s flushed face and furrowed brows almost stressed you out, praying he couldn't feel the pulsing of your cunt against his lap.

“Alright, I'm sick of this…” You sighed, smirking at the way Sunghoon’s face twisted into a pout. “I think I'm going crazy, just get your dick out.”

The two of you scrambled off of the couch, removing most of your clothing in a hurry. You kept your panties on at first, allowing Sunghoon to rip them off of you as long as he bought you a new pair, a pair even nicer than the ones he'd ruined.

Settling back down on the couch, you lay on your back with Sunghoon moving to hover over you. Sunghoon freed his cock from the confines of his briefs and gave it a few languid strokes for good measure. The sight of him nearly stole your breath. He was of pretty average length, but girthy with a pleasant curve to the left.

Feeling precum drip onto your thighs, you huffed and pulled Sunghoon into a brief but harsh kiss. “I've been insulting you and treating you like shit this whole time, yet you're leaking all over the place. You like it when I'm mean to you, hm?”

“I… I guess I can't deny it at this point.”

“Slut.” You murmured, which caused Sunghoon to gasp in protest.

“I'm not a slut, what the hell?!”

“Yes, you are. Why else would you be so worked up from me degrading you? Say it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Sunghoon. Say you're my bitch or I'm putting my clothes back on right now and kicking you out.”

“Fine… I'm… I'm your bitch.”

Sunghoon despised the electricity that shot through his core when he heeded your demands. What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be the one in charge, the one calling you names. Yet, the humiliation that burned his cheeks clouded his mind with hazy arousal.

You reached down, wrapping your hand around Sunghoon’s cock so you could guide the tip to your entrance, rubbing it in small circles against you.

“Are you ready?”

“As I'll ever be.”

Sunghoon's reply came across so softly, whining when you urged him to finally push into you. Every inch of him stretched your walls so intoxicatingly.

“Oh, fuck,” Your breath hitched once his hips finally pressed against your skin. “So good, Hoon, so good.”

“Ah? I haven't even done anything yet. That's all it takes to-”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry…”

His thrusts were slow at first, too slow. You could tell he was absolutely relishing in the feeling of your walls around him, this would have irritated you if it didn't stroke your ego so well.

“Sunghoon,” He hadn't moved in a minute. Just staying in place with his eyes screwed shut, panting heavily. “Earth to Sunghoon. Speak to me or I'm shutting this whole operation down.”

Sunghoon’s eyes shot open, his pupils blown wide with lust. His hand moved to grab your own tightly. “W-wait, I'm ok. Promise. Just… so tight. Please.”

A moment later, Sunghoon seemed to regain his icy composure. Every slap of his hips against you brought a low grunt from him. Yet, every so often he faltered with a whine. He was trying his best to maintain some dignity though deep down he knew he was slipping.

Suddenly, your phone rang. Blasting some shit default ringtone you never bothered to change. You groaned as you reached for your phone, squinting at the brightness of your screen. It was Sunoo.

“Keep it down,” You warned. “It's Sunoo. I gotta pick up or he's gonna show up at my door.”

Sunoo sighed in relief when you greeted him. You sounded awake which was enough to convince him that Sunghoon had come to apologize like he instructed. You told him it had gone fine, that Sunghoon apologized and left, though you still hated his guts. Hah. Ironic, given he was in your guts at the present moment.

Snap. Sunghoon had apparently grown sick of waiting and granted a particularly rough stroke that slammed into your g-spot. You just about dropped your phone, doing your absolute best to stifle the noise of pure shock and pleasure that you let out.

“Y/N… you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry. Just stubbed my toe.” You feigned pain quite well to try and pass off the aforementioned moan as an unpleasant one.

You found yourself gripping Sunghoon’s hair tightly and pulling it angrily. Unfortunately for you, Sunghoon did not try to hide his reaction. Not that he had much of a chance to process how good it felt.

There was radio silence over the phone from you and Sunoo both.

“Y/N was that Sunghoon?”

No reply.

“Y/N.”

“I gotta go, I’ll call you in a bit. Byeee!”

“Woah, hold on, wait a sec-” Sunoo was cut off by you ending the call and practically throwing your phone across the room.

“Oh. Oh we’re screwed aren't we?”

Sunghoon’s voice speaking meekly sent a wave of ire through you.

“Oh. Oh we are. Guess what? It's your fault too.”

You sat up, causing Sunghoon to slip out of you. Grabbing the silver chain he'd so foolishly left on, you yanked him toward you, causing him to lose his balance for a moment and hurriedly try to settle on his knees.

“Oh, fuck!” Sunghoon's breath caught in his throat as you tilted his head upward and smacked him square across the face. He was trembling visibly.

A realization hit you with horror and intrigue. He was loving this.

“Oh my God! You really are getting off on me treating you like shit!” You smacked him again, this time with more purpose and calculated force. “You're no better than a common whore!”

“Don't stop. Please don't stop!” Sunghoon was absolutely desperate. He'd tried to explore this aspect of his sexuality before but hadn't had luck finding a girl willing to indulge him. He absolutely couldn't lose this now.

Pushing him into place so that you were now hovering over him in turn, you closed in on Sunghoon like he was your prey.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Is this why you dedicate your time to getting under my skin?”

Sunghoon, at this moment, thought he could die. How could anyone be so indubitably hot? He felt vulnerable under you. Powerless. He was always the dominant one. Not just sexually. Tall, hot, imposing, and a man that people generally didn't want to mess with. You weren't scared of him. Sunghoon didn't understand why, but somehow he trusted you. Finally, he granted a reply. Perhaps it was time to give in.

“Yours. I wanna be yours.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “If I knew we'd end up like this I would've pushed harder. So, take it out on me. Whatever you want, I can take it.”

You could not believe your eyes. Your ears. Any of your senses. This wasn't an opportunity you were going to give up. You took a timeout to establish any hard boundaries and a safe word. You hated him (did you?), but he was still a person at the end of the day.

Sunghoon sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. You bound his wrists together with white rope that was specially designed with this in mind, then tied them to the posts of the bed. Normally it was being used on you. He looked gorgeous with the snowy bindings contrasting beautifully on his tanned skin. You cupped his cheek in your hand.

“Look at you.”

You forced your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue so that he'd open up, spit pooling before running down his chin. You always did appreciate his sharp canine teeth and now was no exception.

“You dirty boy. Park Sunghoon, all at my mercy.”

Sunghoon flinched when you took tight hold of his sore cock. You kept your grip tight with every deliberate stroke, causing him to whimper and buck his hips up against your hand. You released him only to place a firm slap to his shaft which you followed with soft soothing tugs. Sunghoon yelped, slumping over helplessly. He'd become so pliant for you, so obedient.

“So this is all it takes, Hoonie?” He whimpered at the pet name. “Just needed someone to boss you around to crack you open.”

You spent god knows how long teasing and tormenting Sunghoon until his cheeks were wet with salty tears. Eventually, you felt like you were torturing yourself with how needy you were with your pussy clenching against nothing. You untied Sunghoon’s wrists and granted him permission to touch you again. He took you up on this eagerly, his hands roaming your body mindlessly.

“Be a good fucktoy and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

A choked moan ripped from Sunghoon’s throat when you finally sunk down onto his cock. He was even more sensitive and jumpy than when he'd first entered you, and you were even wetter. One hand placed on his abdomen, you felt his stomach distend and shudder along every pathetic sob. Sunghoon's stomach was well toned, not rock hard, but sculpted. He had a noticeable happy trail that drove you absolutely insane.

Sunghoon clung to you like he might lose you, allowing you to ride him to your heart's content and doing his very best to thrust up into you at the same pace. The more overwhelmed he got, the more he struggled to keep up. His head was buried into the crook of your neck, drooling and whining against your soft skin. He really has lost all his will to maintain his attitude towards you. It almost made you melt.

“Sunghoon,” You softly raked your fingers through his silky black hair. “You doing ok, hm?”

“Y-yes, love your pussy, wanna cum-”

Your pace slowed down to a consistent level. You held Sunghoon as close as you could. He’d entrusted himself to you and you felt the need to keep him secure.

“Alright,” Your voice was soft in his ear. “Cum for me. You've earned it.”

Sunghoon let go with a high-pitched cry, his thighs shaking underneath you. His cum flooded your walls in warm spurts. Your orgasm followed soon after, squeezing each and every drop of semen from Sunghoon’s twitching cock.

The two of you were quiet for some time, clinging to each other and coming down from your highs. Once you pulled off of him, his cum spilled from your pussy down onto his hips. Though he clearly wasn't completely clear headed he was already making moves to get his clothes on and go.

“Where are you going?” You frowned.

“Uh. Home… I figured you would just want me out of here as soon as possible.”

“Sit down, Sunghoon. Just sit down.”

You tossed a loose t-shirt on and hobbled to the bathroom with a groan. Your legs were already this sore? You were so fucked tomorrow. Cleaning yourself up quickly, you proceeded to wet a cloth with warm water and make your way back to Sunghoon.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this, Y/N? Why aren't you kicking me out?”

“It's aftercare, Hoon.”

“I…”

“I know. It's ok. You deserve it just as much as any of the girls you've slept with in the past.”

In the midst of you wiping the tears off of his face, Sunghoon looked up at you so weakly and did his best to keep himself from crying on the spot. He never expected you to let him be so exposed, never mind how sweetly you were treating him now. You handed Sunghoon his briefs and a throw blanket.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For being such an asshole. Everything I’ve done for you was willing, even if it was Sunoo’s idea. I actually couldn't stand the thought of you being alone in that bar with strangers. It's just… when our reputation for fighting is so strong it's hard to let you know I care.”

“It's alright. I accept your apology. I think I should say sorry too, though. For refusing to let you in. You trusted me to watch over you in your most vulnerable state and I… I don't know. It will take time but I think we can really be something.”

Crawling into bed, you invited Sunghoon to stay awhile. It was still early, after all. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his strong, steady heart. He hesitantly grasped your hand.

“To new beginnings?”

“To new beginnings.”

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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 5 months ago

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💻🍭🥰🤔- if you want to! hope your day is nice 😽

Donuts by the Bay - Sweet/Romantic Kurt Goreshter Headcanons

Warnings: Fluff Q//w//Q

Notes: You don't even know how happy I am that Kurt is next in my queue I love him so much 🥰 I tried to keep all my hc requests between 10-20 but then I keep just going to 20 so that's what I'm gunna keep doing lol I hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience~ I hope your day is nice too! 💗💗💗

the first time you see him, you think he might be the type to mug you in a dark alleyway, between his tattoos and his haircut and his outfit you end up sweating nervously as he gets closer to you, and you're so busy trying to avoid him that you don't even notice yourself get mugged by a completely different guy until he's grabbing the thief by the arm and getting your attention, giving you back your wallet with a thick accent

you run into him again as you're waiting in line for donuts to bring to work, and he has the same idea it turns out as you properly thank him, and when you end up asking for the same thing coincidentally he gives you such a big smile you don't know how you were ever afraid of him

you see him repeatedly as you both stop for morning treats, and you chat while you stand in line each time until he tells you about his job at a security business, a start-up he and his friend own, and when he gives you his card in case you ever need some home security his personal number is written on the back

the next time you see him (after chickening out of calling him repeatedly) you sum up all your courage and ask him out for coffee, and you learn that while the pastries aren't just for him he does have quite the sweet tooth, another thing to contrast your first impression of him, and you can't believe how incredibly wrong you were as you sit with him in the corner of the café without realizing you're actually swooning as he speaks

after you start dating he greets you with kisses to your temple when you meet up at the shop each morning, kisses to your cheek when he takes you out to lunch, and a kiss to your hand when you finally have dinner together

he's surprisingly affectionate despite his more or less stoic nature by default, not the type to climb onto the nearest table and sing your praises to the world, but more the type to casually have his hand on you in some way no matter if you're sitting or standing, needing to be close to you until it becomes so second nature you don't even realize you've started doing it back

he's smart, so much better at computers and tech than you, and he's always ready to help you with something no matter how small or silly, he never laughs when you think you're asking a dumb question, just listens to your problem and takes a look, and without fail he has yet to not fix whatever task you bring to him

his friends mean a lot to him, the only people who had his back when he was dealing with getting out of Folsom State Prison, and when he opens up enough to let you meet them not just in the 'come check out our business' way but the 'let's all get dinner together one night' way you see just how much they compliment him even though they're all so different

whenever they need to work on a new commercial for X-CON, since Luis loves to keep changing it up purely due to nerves, you're the one he offers up as their test audience, since he trusts your opinion so highly, and while he is unbearably cute as he reads off his cue cards and curses in Russian when he messes up, you're always ready to give them pointers and adjust their scripts so it flows more naturally, which they really appreciate

you end up deciding that you could use a bit of home security after you've been together a while, an unintentional paranoia arising in your stomach after spending so much time around them all and their stories of break ins, some caused by them back in the day ironically enough, but he just holds you close, presses kisses to your forehead and promises that he'll never let anything happen to you

when you do order some cameras to put outside he's the one to personally install them, and he sneaks in a few extra bonuses for you without the others knowing, just to make you feel safer

whenever he visits he always waves at the camera by your door, just because he knows you'll eventually see it, and you keep a small collection of each one because you can't imagine letting them be lost to time

he loves cooking old family recipes from back home, sharing things he was taught by his mother, grandmother, telling you all about what each one means to him as you sit on your counter and watch him, and when you eat together he always lets you try it first so he can see your reactions

as you lay together on the couch or in bed he loves to link his fingers with yours and tell you about his tattoos, where he got his ring and necklace from and how the latter's been passed down through the men of his family for generations, and he teaches you the words for them in Russian

when you're held close he'll whisper things to you that you don't understand, and when he translate them you get him to teach you how to say them too, and his eyes shine when you tell him you love him in his native tongue for the first time

on the nights where you're anxious and can't sleep he brings you hot cocoa in bed and holds you to his chest, softly singing lullabies from when he was a child until your heart calms and you relax into his arms

for your birthday you find out that he's been planning a surprise party for you for weeks, he needed to ask Scott and Cassie to help most of all since Luis and Dave have horrible ideas, and aside from a beautiful cake and dinner they all helped make he also gifts you a box of the pastries you always get with a little ribbon on top, and for some reason (you know why) they taste even sweeter than usual as you all share them together in your living room

for his birthday you also need to go to Scott and Cassie, but only because you have no idea what he wants, but they're also stumped and can't help, so when he shows up at your place you feel bad that you have nothing to give, but he's just happy to make his favourite foods together, just the two of you, and spend the night with you while he shows you a movie from his childhood, and he translates every single line as you watch without subtitles

you never talk about marriage, not even when you date long enough to move into a brand new place together that's big enough for the both of you, but you think he might want it as much as you do when you wake up one morning and find him already awake and looking at you in the dawn's light, his hand brushing gently against your cheek as he wishes you a good morning in Russian, and you don't even realize til later that you understood him and wished it right back, English not even crossing your mind as he then kissed you in response

when he proposes to you he uses his own ring, a stand in until he can afford the one you want, but you just say yes and kiss him and tell him that you want to keep his, he's never getting it back now

#Ray's Headcanons #Ray's Requests #david dastmalchian #kurt goreshter #kurt goreshter x reader #I thought adding my own gifs to each of these would be fun but then I got caught in the loop looking at him OTL HE'S TOO DAMN PRETTY #the title is like cake by the ocean lol I fought so hard to think of something this time and had nothing #I really missed doing these 😊

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ahhvernin · 2 months ago

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possibly unpopular opinion: OTC drugs, over the counter drugs meaning meds you don't need a prescription for, a med you should be easily access and buy from the store and go home without judgement....is no longer really OTC if you lock everything up behind a cabinet.

You have to wait for like 15-20 minutes for a sales associate to come over and unlock, say a cabinet of cold medicine.

The entire time they are hovering.

Which makes it near impossible to sit or stand there comparing and contrasting the different brands, to make judgement calls on which one is best suitable for you, especially if they're just sighing, rolling their eyes and telling you to hurry up.

Most of the time they lock it in a box.

Sometimes they hand it to you but other times they carry said box to the front counter.

At that point, just put them behind the counter and I will badger the pharmacist for the next 15-20 minutes about the pros cons and ingredients of said drugs.

6. What the fuck are these little credit card like cards for the OTC drug that say "Bring card to the pharmacist, meanwhile on the back is the drugs label but its damn near impossible to read because the image is blurry as heck and TINY AF. I am not that old and I was struggling to read the ingredients and side effects on the back. Your loss prevention method SUCKS. People who need medicine shouldn't have to deal with some overworked retail sales associate dropping exasperated sighs and telling you to hurry the fuck up because they have work to do, because the whole point was you wanted to shop somewhere local and get something that is on the shelf but now its locked up...I might as well go home and do the whole process online on my computer and order off online. Plus people who want to quietly shop and keep interactions at a minimum are probably just skipping the item because of the wait time to find someone with the damn key and then have to deal with the unhappy sales associate that you have now inconvenienced. Also your damn call button is BROKEN. Also sometimes people do not want to wait an additional 20 damn minutes to get fever reducer for their sick kid, when they could have just grabbed it off the shelf along with all the other things, paid and leave to take care of the kid within 5 minutes.

Also why is basic toothpaste being locked up????????? It's TOOTHPASTE. You brush your teeth with it and then you spit it out. I'm talking your basic Crest and Colgate like the $2.00 tubes. I'm not talking about the fancy electric toothbrushes, which I can understand being locked up. $2 toothpaste?????

#OTC medication #OTC drugs #medicine #shopping #retail #loss prevention #accessibility #compare and contrast #judgement #hygiene

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the--blackdahlia · 1 year ago

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Hotel Key (Adam Cole x MJF; 18+)

Title: Hotel Key

Summary: Companion piece to Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House). Missing scene of what happened after they left the chapel and before they woke up the next morning.

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, drunk sex, language, daddy kink

Author's Note: I'm really sorry about this. Please be easy on me. I very rarely, if ever, write smut. So nice comments would be very welcome.

Max had Adam pressed up against the wall by their room, lips firmly on his neck, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. Adam had his eyes closed, head back, arms wrapped around Max to keep him in place. The metal of the diamond ring could be felt through the thing fabric of Max’s shirt, just reminding him what they had just done.

“We should probably go inside before someone sees,” Adam whispered, voice just dripping with need.

“Maybe I want everyone to see who you belong to,” Max purred, kissing the other side of his neck.

“You sure you want that?” Adam gasped. “Maybe Roddy will come by and want a taste.”

That’s when Max growled. He actually fucking growled and it made all the blood rush south on Adam. Between the alcohol, the euphoria of marrying Max, and now that deep, feral growl, Adam was ready to just bend over the railing and let the whole courtyard watch his husband take him.

“That generic white boy is never touching you again,” Max hissed. He managed to pull away from Adam enough to fish the key card out of his wallet. The receipt for the chapel was wrapped around it, making Max smirk as he unlocked the door and pulled Adam in. Once the door was firmly shut, separating them from the outside world, Max pushed Adam against it, earning a soft gasp from the older man.

“Max,” Adam moaned softly before Max’s lips were on his and a bruising pace.

“Mine,” Max growled. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Adam responded. Max grabbed his hand and pulled him over to one of the beds. Max sat on the edge of the bed, smirking.

“Why don’t you strip for Daddy?” Max asked. Adam huffed a little, but it was obvious by the tinting of his cheeks that he was into that. Max watched with a satisfied smile as Adam attempted to strip out of his clothes. It was less sexy and more clumsy, but Max swore that Adam was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on.

Before too long, Adam’s clothes were strewn about the floor. He stood there, slightly self-conscious as he stood before Max. Their bodies were total opposites of each other. At one point, Adam would’ve been just as tan and toned as Max, but that felt like many lifetimes ago.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you,” Max spoke up, drawing Adam’s attention back to the here and now. “Too bad they can’t have you though. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” Adam nodded.

“Yes?”

“Yes, I am?” Adam raised an eyebrow when Max shook his head. Adam realized what Max wanted then. “Yes, Daddy.”

“There’s a good boy,” Max smirked. “Why don’t you come help me get out of my clothes?” Max leaned back, relaxing as Adam’s nimble fingers worked to free him from his clothes. He felt calloused fingers on his skin before lips followed, kissing his chest. It was different than the rats or that ex of his. There felt to be real love behind each kiss. It wasn’t just a fuck with the hopes of getting their hands on his money.

And then he felt Adam’s mouth on his cock, and any thoughts he had about the men and women from his best flew out the door faster than Hook chasing Jack’s SUV. Max had never thought about Adam having experience with other men like he did, but then again, he had been very, very close to Matt and Nick Jackson, Bobby Fish, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick fucking Strong…

“Fuck Adam…” Max moaned, lacing his fingers in Adam’s long hair, and pulling him farther down. He felt Adam gag a little, but it didn’t last long when Adam adjusted. “You’re doing so good baby boy.”

Adam savored the praise. He wasn’t used to it much. Most of the time, it had just been him giving and then left alone. No praise, no return, nothing. And when he found a way to get the most praise from Max, he kept doing it. Hollowing his cheeks at the right point, sucking and kissing on his balls, a light amount of teeth. He just kept going until Max pulled him off. Adam sat on the ground, looking up at him.

“Not cumming in that pretty mouth of yours,” Max told him. “Not when I can cum in your perfect ass.”

“Max, please.”

“What was that?” He asked, making Adam’s cheeks go red again.

“Daddy, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Max smiled. “Go be a good boy and go get the lube out of my bag?” Adam nodded quickly and headed over to Max’s bags. “It’s in my toiletry bag.” Adam quickly opened it, snagged the bottle, and headed back over to Max. Max was standing then, and he pushed Adam onto the bed.

Adam was suddenly back about ten years prior when he was a cocky little shit, a brat some may say, and would gladly open his legs for his boys. Things had changed so much in his life, and while he could still be a little brat sometimes, he wasn’t the same person he was ten years ago. Max seemed to notice a shift in the energy as he got ready to lube his fingers up.

“Hey,” Max got Adam’s attention. “Where’d all the enthusiasm go? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s great,” Adam smiled. “I want to make sure you feel good.”

“But what about you?”

“Does it matter?”

Max came to a realization then. Adam wasn’t one of the rats who wanted him to be the big bad champion. This was someone who needed to feel love just as much as Max did. And it might have been the alcohol talking, but all Max wanted to do was hold him. And make him feel as good as he made Max feel.

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart,” Max whispered, crawling between Adam’s legs, lube in hand. He gently rubbed Adam’s thigh with one hand as he gently pushed a lubed-up finger into him, making Adam gasp softly. It had felt like too long since anyone had touched him this gently. And honestly, it had been a while since Max had been like this with anyone, with someone who didn’t want the heel to destroy them.

Max had long, thick fingers. Perfect to stretch Adam with. After a moment, Max removed the one finger and pushed in two, slowly scissoring to open Adam more. He chuckled a little as he did.

“What?” Adam asked, breathing heavily already.

“Daddy is scissoring your ass,” He laughed, making even Adam laugh.

“You did not…”

“Oh, I did,” Max moved so he could kiss Adam deeply. “Think you need one more?”

“No. I’m good. I like a little pain sometimes.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you. Be super unsexy to ruin the honeymoon because I legit rip your ass open.”

“I dunno. I think it’d be a hell of a memory,” Adam smiled up at Max. Max slowly pulled out his fingers before lubing himself up. Adam expected a bit of a stretch when Max started to push in, but he didn’t expect it to be as much as it was. It was a good burn though as Max worked on pushing all the way in.

“Fuck, baby,” Max whispered as he buried his face in Adam’s neck. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” Adam gasped softly. Max kissed his neck, helping Adam relax. Once he felt that Adam had calmed down enough, he started to move. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, and Adam’s moans growing louder as Max took him apart.

“I love you so fucking much,” Max whispered after a few moments, as he felt himself drawing closer.

“I love you too Max.” Max was so lost in the bliss of what was going on, he didn’t even make Adam call him daddy.

“I’m close,” Max told him. “I want you to cum with me.” Just that thought seemed to be enough for Adam, as he tightened around Max and came on his stomach, some splashing up onto Max. Max’s movements became more erratic as he chased his own release, cumming just seconds after Adam did.

“Fuck,” Adam breathed. Max slowly pulled out before getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean his stomach off. He returned a moment later and cleaned Adam up before climbing behind him and gathering his husband into his arms.

“I do love you Mr. Adam Friedman,” Max kissed his shoulder blade.

“I love you too Max,” Adam yawned. Before too long, the newlyweds fell asleep, Max holding onto Adam as they slept.

Both were unaware that come morning light, neither would really remember the night before.

#adam cole #mjf #fanfiction #aew #maxwell jacob friedman #better than you bay bay

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thegeeksideofsr · 2 years ago

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Caught

I'm back with another Ford!reader I hope you don't mind.

I have a tag list growing, so if you like to be added to that for any future stories let me know!!

Takes place after Cooking Together

The job my dad was trying to pull was relatively simple. Except for the fact that it took six people to pull off.

He didn't want to involve me, but when they were planning everything and going through that marks background, it became clear that they needed another chef in the kitchen with Eliot.

Sophie was the one who suggested I join the con, just this one. Dad was against it of course, but when Sophie reminded him that I could get closer to the chef then any one, he relented. He partnered me with Eliot, made me promise to listen to him if the job goes south.

The con was going relatively well. Until Hardison jinxed it and said that he was glad this was an easy one. As soon as the words came out of his mouth it all went to shit.

Eliot and I were in the kitchen, Parker was dressed as a waitress and lifted the mark keys while Sophie and Nate kept him distracted at the house party.

She brought back everything we'd need to get into his office. She was very put out that she had to stay at the party, but she unfortunately, had caught the marks eye, and if she left for any amount of time longer that her getting a fresh tray, the mark would notice.

We had to sneak from the kitchen, nearly getting caught twice by the guards while trying to get to the stairs.

The marks office was the next floor up, and near the stairs. We managed to get up there and in the office fine, got want we needed and were on our way out when Hardison opened his big mouth.

We got to the hall way at the bottom of the stairs and head towards the double glassdoors, only to find it was being watched by two rather big men.

"Damnit Hardison, there's guards on the door. How we supposed to get passed them?"

"Well think of something cause you need to get back to the kitchen."

Apparently, the sound of our voices we're just loud enough through the door that they caught the attention of the guard closest to us. Panic starts to bubble as he start to turn towards us.

I turn to Eliot, who is already gearing up for a fight, but we really don't need the attention that a fight would bring. With time running out I grab him by the back of his shirt and pull him in front of me.

"What are you doing?" He asks, trying to pull away to put himself between the guards and I.

"Taking a card out of Parker's book." I tighten my grip on his collar, press him into a closed door, and kiss him.

This was the first time we'd kissed since the night in my kitchen.

We get lost in the kiss, his hands on my hips, mine in his hair, and one of his legs pressed between mine, only the sound of a throat clearing breaks is out of it.

We turn and look at where the sound came from. The guard has annoyed look on his face as he looks at us.

"This area is off limits," he grumbles.

"Sorry, sir, just wanted a little privacy from the kitchen." Eliot plays it off.

" Shouldn't you be there now? Not snogging in a corner?"

"Snogging?" My dad's voice comes over the comms like he's on the verge of having a stroke.

"Yes, sir. As soon as we can put ourselves together again."

The man nods, then walks back to his post.

Eliot and I stand pressed against each other, trying to catch or breath. I watch one emotion after another pass over his face. His eyes show more then he probably wanted.

I take a breath to say something, but Parker's voice over the comms breaks the silence between us.

" You two done, cause I'm close to stabbing him."

" Yeah, on our way back." Eliot growls, as he separates us and heads towards the door.

I take a deep breath, and follow him back through the doors to the hall, passed the guards and back to the kitchen.

"Eliot, did you just kiss my daughter?"

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Tag list: @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fictional-hooman

#eliot spencer #eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer x oc #parker #leverage fanfic #alec hardison #leverage #christian kane #ford!reader

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callgespenst · 2 months ago

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It wasn't a hugely eventful convention or anything but I should probably still write up my Matsuricon 2024 report.

Thursday: Had a friend stay over at my place for the weekend. Pregamed the con by watching a few more episodes of Legend of the Galactic Heroes.

Friday: Cosplayed Soujyurou from Mahoyo, made the jacket and safety pinned my Robin plush to my shoulder. Showed up, grabbed my badge, ran our Lupin III panel for the first time in...four and a half years? Went out into the hallway to chat with people who attended the panel. Then suddenly it was four hours later and we went home.

Saturday: Went home early on Friday to be awake and in a panel room at 8 AM on Saturday to talk about robots for two hours. Midway through the 90s we realized that, despite getting the longest possible timeslot, we were still almost out of time, and had to blast through the last three decades. Haven't done that panel in a while either (haven't done too many panels in general since the pandemic).

Got lunch and looked around the dealer's hall for a bit. I got a rubber charm of Bocchi (of Rock) from a gachapon machine. Not a whole lot else I was interested in, but that's objectively a good thing. Then it was off to the YGO tournament!

I'd revamped my deck (again) because I had made a few key realizations. First, I don't know my opponents' decks well enough to effectively use hand traps to shut down a combo. Second, many modern decks are relatively unprepared to handle a board-clearing spell. Monster effects are simple to negate and counter with a full board. But spells, maybe not. And third, and this one is the most critical part: having a balanced deck of 50/50 monsters/spells and traps no longer matters. I was taking out a bunch of monsters that would never, ever actually be played to the field, their only point in my deck was to be discarded as a counter; to switch in three copies of Raigeki, three Dark Holes, and two Lightning Storms.

It wasn't a huge tourney, there were eleven other players, for what would end up being three rounds of single elimination. My first game, I played a guy who had some kinda deck full of Dinosaurs and counter trap cards. It was an interesting playstyle I hadn't seen before, but I won that 2-0. Second game, Kashtira. Won the first duel, lost the second, won the third. Third and final game, which I sure didn't expect to get to the finals, was vs Ancient Gears, another deck that prefers to go second. Lost the first game, won the second, and I might have been able to win the third if I hadn't let myself get psyched out. But I'm still pretty pleased with my performance, considering I've lost just about every other match I've played with my new deck 0-2.

The second place prize was a bunch of tournament packs, and first place was as well, plus a free badge for next year. The first place winner let me have his pack pulls, which was nice, I'm still building back up a selection of trades to have available. I didn't really need a free badge for next year anyway since I'm planning on paneling again, and my opponent getting a free badge means we can rematch next year! So honestly, I'm kinda glad I got second.

Also while everyone waited for the tourney to start, everyone was ribbing on one guy for his very expensive deck he was keeping in the world's most basic $3 deckbox, so that was entertaining. Reminded me of the fellas I used to play YGO with at the local library, where there was always some friendly banter back and forth.

After that I hung out with a few more friends, played some Melty Blood, and went home.

Sunday: The traditional day at a con where I play mahjong with the homies until we pack up and go home. I got in one whole game before we took all the tables back to our organizer's car (that took half an hour to find). That wrapped up the event and then I got home and conked out early Sunday evening and most of Monday too. I didn't even do a whole lot of running around or anything, I was just tired.

Also my last few conventions have been so overwhelmingly positive on the whole that I forgot that these events are also frequented by people who are weird in not-fun ways. That last mahjong game, had a fella start spouting off about he hates being referred to as cis, despite being a cis hetero male. I hit him with the "I hate the cis because they are led by the treacherous Count Dooku" and that worked surprisingly well at changing the subject, but it was still, terribly awkward there for a second, especially when another of our club's regulars at the same table is one of the most Gender individuals I know.

Anyway that's probably my last anime con for the year, but there's a new event coming to the area in April I think I'll hit up, excited to see what that's like.

#gespenst updates #gespenst dueling

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sharperthewriter · 6 months ago

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Chapter 27 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 27

(Feb. 14, 2006, 8:11pm)

Back at the Possible house, Kim and Monique were finishing up the lines from Scene 5.

"So I have to kiss Ron pretty much twice in a span of two minutes in that scene of the masked ball..." Kim said sighing.

"Yep...that's what it says on the play, girl." Monique replied.

"Too bad the censors didn't cut it out." Kim muttered, "But still, it's only a play...only a play!"

Then, the Kimmunicator on Kim's bed, beeped the familiar four-beep tune.

Beep-beep-be-beep

"I'll get that." Kim insisted as she grabbed the Kimmunicator.

"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"

"Hey Kim, how's the Romeo and Juliet thing going?" Wade asked.

"Okay so far, we got through the first three scenes of Act I and we're going to finish the rest of it tomorrow." Kim didn't want to mention anything between her and Ron to Wade as of yet.

Then she added, "Is there anything else more than the Bard's works on this call?"

"Oh yes, I was about to get to you on the IRCH. It took me about 14 hours, but I managed to scan the extensive employee database of the entire Space Center." Wade said, "I found one discrepancy."

"You wonder who could it be?" Kim wondered.

"According to my findings, the fake Middleton Space Center employee is actually a con-woman named Grace Larceny." Wade said as he brought a mugshot of the woman to Kim's attention. She was in her mid-20s and stood 5'7. "She is an expert in the art of theft ranging from rare jewelry to scientific devices for money. She is also an expert at 15 styles of kung-fu and is a master of creating fake identities to fool even the toughest security systems."

"So where is she now?" Kim asked.

"As it stands, she could be anywhere in the world!" Wade exclaimed, "She's really good at the fake identity thing! But I can try and track her credit card use and let you know where she is!"

"Please and thank you, Wade!" Kim said as the two of them ended the communication on the Kimmunicator.

(February 15, 2006, 7:30am)

Kim entered Middleton High wearing a long-sleeved button-down croptop, Club Banana khaki baggy overalls with both straps hooked and high-heeled brown boots. Giant gold hoop earrings and a couple of gold CB bracelets completed the outfit.

She met up with Ron at her locker. Ron was in his normal outfit, holding the Romeo and Juliet script.

"Hey, Ron!" Kim exclaimed, waving to him.

"Hey, KP! How did practice with Monique go last night?" Ron asked, waving back.

"It was no big, really. We managed to get through Scenes Four and Five alright." Kim replied. "Wade did beep in on the Kimmunicator last night. He may have found who stole that insect helmet thing."

Ron shuddered, "Again, KP, insects really bring up those bad Wannaweep memories..."

Kim then thought, "The only problem is where the thief will strike next. From what Wade said, she blends well in the shadows. We would have to find her first..."

However, her train of thought was interrupted by Tara. The blonde was in a CB long denim dress and black high heel boots with a long gold necklace.

"Ummm...Kim, don't look at Bonnie and her girls now..." Tara groaned.

"Step aside, losers

"Oh, great..." Kim muttered, "...what is Bonnie...?"

She turned around and found her answer as to what Tara was talking about.

"O...M...G..."

Kim's jaw dropped at the outfits Bonnie, as well as Hope, Ashley A, Ashley B, Ashley T, Amanda and Sarah all wore.

Bonnie led the way, as usual. She was wearing a pink tube top and baggy oversize dark denim Club Banana overalls with both straps undone and a belt to hold them up. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for Kim since she had seen Bonnie style them in that manner, as much as it annoys the redhead since the brunette cannot utilize the basic need of the straps and that it was a blatant violation of the MHS dress code. What was different this time was that Bonnie was showing off half her pink Club Banana boxers.

As for the three Ashleys that were there, Ashley A and Ashley B were also in the dark denim CB overalls with the bib down, only that both straps were hooked to the bib. Ashley T was in the CB carpenter jeans. They were all in croptops with Ashley A and Ashley T sporting pink while Ashley B was sporting teal. All three of the Ashleys went with the purple CB boxers to show off. While Ashley A and Ashley T were wearing pink sneakers to complete the outfit, Ashley B went for beige boots.

Hope, Sarah and Amanda, were wearing yellow, lavender, and blue croptops, respectively and, like Bonnie, Ashley A and B , were in the CB dark denim overalls with both straps undone and showing off the CB boxers, like the other Mean Cheers. Those three girls also coordinated their sneakers to match their croptops.

They also wore varying amounts of heavy gold and silver jewelry that were extremely shiny.

"What's the matter, K? Jelly over our fetch outfits?" Bonnie grinned.

"B, can't you or your girls EVER hook up overalls properly like I do?" Kim muttered. "Monique would declare this a fashion disaster area!"

"And look like a farmer? So no way!" Bonnie countered, "Unlike you, in which your wardrobe is always the same, me and the girls stayed up at midnight to watch the new Britina-MC Honey duet!"

"Lemme guess, the outfits you and the Mean Cheers are wearing match the ones in the video?" Kim guessed.

"They are so ab-fab!" Bonnie exclaimed while flipping her hair, "Elsa Cleeg said so!"

"I don't care what she says, Rockwaller!" Kim exclaimed, "You know, you're going to be the reason why this district is going to force us to wear school uniforms!"

"Not going to happen, Possible! Not as long as my mom is the head!" Bonnie countered, "You should know this already!"

"Whatever, don't blame me if you do indeed suffer a Ron moment." Kim muttered. "And I gotta get to my first class any ways!"

"Kthanksbye, loser!" Bonnie smirked "See you at cheer practice!"

And so, the two rivals parted ways for their separate classes. The rest of the Mean Cheers also went their separate ways for their first classes.

Bonnie walked with Amanda, for they had US History as their first period class.

"Amanda, I want you to record Scenes 4 and 5 for me for today's practice." she insisted, "But keep the camera hidden from Possible. We still do not want her to notice anything!"

#kim possible #ron stoppable #fanfiction #roneo and kimliet #chapter 27 #rufus #bonnie rockwaller #monique

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tomyo · 1 year ago

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Street Pass Mini Game Special

I truly love my 3DS. Even though I came in to owning one a lot later than everyone else, it's been something I've loved deeply. From themes to kisekae plates to the virtual console IR to AR, I really love exploring the full functionality of the system. At some point I'd probably start a series on other functions of the 3DS but today I wanted to focus on the beloved street pass!

So yes, I did buy ALL the street pass dlc when I hear the shop was closing and it's....an experience to say the least. This has given me the chance to go through them however! So let's go!!

Puzzle Swap

I loved this one a lot when I started using my 3DS. Collecting is definitely a brain activator for me. Admittedly though when they updated to multiple pieces getting collected, it was a lot healthier of a job. Right now, I sit extremely frustrated since my current memory card only shows the standard puzzles and not the ones added over time. I know at one point I was at least to one final puzzle needing filling so now I sit frustratingly finished but not really finished on it.

Find Mii 1&2

Find me was where I truly put more of my attention and also equally frustrating at one point in time as I rarely got passerbys and mostly relied on hires mercs. The biggest struggle was I got my 3DS after I moved back to the suburbs meaning I no longer had the benefit of living in a city or it's huge campus. By the time I did move back to city living, I went to a much smaller school at a time where the switch was about to be released. Sometimes I think back to watching my friends get to play Animal Crossing New Leaf and Pokemon X & Y(which I actually like) with a little bit of envy. There's the tug and pull that I went to a lot of cons at than time and could afford it because I was frugal or how getting an og 3DS likely would've stopped me from getting my beloved new 3DS but sometimes it sucks that I didn't shell out the $180 or so to be apart of all that. The 3DS was probably more of a kawaii golden era staple than any other system could have been and just little things like this suddenly come to mind.... Wait wasn't I supposed to be talking about the games? Ah yes, I truly love the two find Mii games. I think they're extremely fun and you can see the way they paved the path for Miitopia. I still have yet to collect all the rewards you can get partially because of that whole tangent issue but hopefully if I start to walk around with it more I can regularly beat the game. I've started to bring my 3DS to cons and now even own a second one after a lucky find so regular street passing is more common for me!

When it came to the next games, you had to pay for them in I believe $15 increments. Either two to three packages where available alongside the premium upgrade which allowed you to have a longer queue and one additional features. Each game also has a guide character for the stories.

Slot Car Rivals

This was the game I selected from the free choice when they offered that up for the game releases. You race against passers to try and progress and build up your car. If I'm honest I don't get this one much. Your guide character is a race team assistant.

Market Crashers

If somehow you can still get this one I'd choose it of the free choice. You get to do capitalism simply put with more passers equalling better predictions on stock shares going up or down through a session. The gameplay per a session is really short once it starts but I find it fun thus far. Basically rapidly hitting by or sell to make more money as quick as possible. There's also art assets to grab up and hold onto. I definitely get excited at chances to play this one. Your guide character is a reddit looking business man.

Feed Mii

Another concept I really like. You essentially grab ingredients and try to cook the best meals possible for your passers who are going out on quests. Do good and you get good reviews from their success. Sadly also really short gameplay overall. While you're encouraged to try cooking more before ending a session, the gameplay can feel a little to quickly done. Your guide character is a cozy male cook in a bandana.

Ninja launcher

Another extremely quick gameplay session one. You're trying to match up passers to be in your shooting path as they'll give you equipment to fight an enemy but you have a time limit to try and get the most ideal shot. Once you fight the target the session is over. Your guide character is a Yamato nadeshiko ninja.

Mii Trek

This one reaks of edutainment in the best way. Each passed adds to the amount of traveling you can do as you lead an expedition for treasure and find real life animals along the way. It's not fully my cup of tea but I like the journey you get to take being a longer and more complicated game session than the previous ones. Your guide character is a toucan straight out of the 90s era gif graphics.

Mii Force

Another longer game. You're in a classic side scrolling shooter with each passed equating to being a weapon with variation based on shirt color. Its sometimes even a little challenging for me. At points I even feel a bit frustrated because enemy shots aren't always clear on the screen noise but that also means I'll have more reason to come back to it as I progress through it. Your guide character is a robot captain.

Flower Town

One of my favorites and one I was really excited to finally get to play. You raise and breed flowers to create a plethora of breeds. I like anything that involves raising so this one spoke to me a lot. That being said it goes pretty slow hahahah. Your guide character is this calming older dude with glasses.

Warriors Way

I remember my best friend talking good of this one and I do enjoy it. Your troops are your total street passes and then most passer's numbers will also be added to yours which you then use to conquer other nations. Because I started so late I started off with a sizable 900+ and then a few thousand from others joining me. However I did run into a monster army I would of had to of challenged but I was too overwhelmed by the size. The battles are rock paper scissors but with the right number and it letting you know the win outcomes, it can be doable without ever losing. Your guide character is a butler.

Monster Manor

You're stuck in a mansion and collect essentially Tetris pieces that turn into halls to help you discover the stairs to help guide you up to freedom. You also occasionally fight ghosts. I don't know how to put it has more meat of a game but it doesn't hold my attention as much. Your guide character is a tiny girl who you employ (I promise I don't mean it in that way but she's a loli type)

Ultimate Angler

You fish various species with bait you receive from your street passes. It’s even local to your area based on how you registered yourself. To catch certain fish you need the right bait which is based on the color of your street passer’s shirts. When I had a lot of street passes pulled up it was pretty fun but it’s not as great when you struggle to get the right bait. I also wish you could change areas and save bait for new locations but sadly you have to use it all at once. When you get back you can stick the stuff you caught in an aquarium and sometimes get new rods which I haven’t explored much yet. You guide character is a bikini clad girl who runs the desk.

Battleground Z

The final of them is a zombie brawler where passers give you weapons or fight with you. I'm not a big fan of beat em ups so I'm a little sad I'm not a huge fan of this one. Sad because you're guide character is a blonde, Bayonetta looking onee-san.

#tomyo’s backlog adventure #backlog #street pass #streetpass #mii #streetpass plaza #street pass plaza

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squeemcsquee · 1 year ago

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Otakon 2023: Day 2 (Sat)

Saturday, I started my morning with a Digimon panel - I don't get to go to these too often at cons, since Pokemon tends to be people's greater focus. Digimon is NOT a Ripoff: The Crazy Story of the Franchise was very informative. I honestly didn't know that both Pokemon and Digimon share some characteristics with the Megami Tensei franchise.

I am ashamed to admit that a lot of my knowledge of Digimon is too rusty to attempt to play a trivia game. The host was offering up different Digimon prizes, from trading cards to actual vpets. And he got a far longer line of competitors that I believe he thought he would get.

Next on my agenda was Idols Through the Ages. It wasn't a bad panel, but I was disappointed by the lack of engagement from the panelist. He mostly just read straight from the slides. But I did still learn more on the background of idol culture and the idol industry, so I still was happy with the panel overall.

After that, I met with @lechevaliermalfet, and O. to grab an early lunch. It was at this time that I realized that Otakon needs to work a smidge on their communication with their attendees.

See, @lechevaliermalfet and I were prepared to rely mainly on our cards for payment for the weekend - we were far, far away from any ATMs for our local credit union, after all, and everyone knows that con ATMs can run out of $$ quickly. We didn't want to be stranded in DC trying to find more cash at the last second.

So this announcement didn't really impact us. But it was still strange for Otakon to drop this little nugget on Saturday morning, instead of, perhaps, Thursday before the con.

I wasn't the only one who felt this way - there were plenty of complaints on the FB announcement made throughout the weekend. Justified complaints, I would say.

This was also the point where I once again wished Otakon had a Dining Guide section in their Guidebook, even if just for the food vendors within the con center itself - knowing when things opened and what their general price range was, as well as their cashless status, would've been a great resource for attendees. Just my take on it.

Btw, during the whole con, finding a table to sit at with our food was a struggle - with as many people as Otakon brings in, there never really seems to be a downtime for the con center food vendors until just before they close. So tables where you can easily eat are in high demand.

After lunch, we met up with R. and R.'s girlfriend briefly, then made our way to the Dealers Hall again. The BlerdCon booth had a dance party going, and I heard both the Macarena and the Cha Cha Slide. We observed the party for a couple minutes, because, well, duh. It's a dance party at a con - that energetic vibe can be hard to resist.

We also learned that the Mandalorian Mercs were on site, with a creative photo op area as part of their recruitment setup. No, we did not go take advantage, I'm sorry to say.

After the Dealers Hall, I headed to Animation Cels at Work: The Life and Death of Cel Animation in Japan. This one ran right up to the very last second of panel time and was very informative. The panelist not only traced the history of cel animation but also took some time to cover the current collectors' market for cels, explaining why certain cels are valued more than others.

I spent some time people watching and just sort of seeking a brief quiet space in the con after that. Wandering a con with friends is great, but I do strongly recommend learning how to navigate solo, for when nothing in the guide grabs you and you don't feel like spending money in the Dealers Hall or Artist Alley.

Some of this time was spent on Pokemon Go, because the area was great for Pokestops and actually getting to participate in gym battles. Please excuse that the screenshot is actually from earlier in the day. Really, it can be assumed that I'm playing Pokemon Go at any con, because cons are among the few times I'm around enough people to make battling gyms worthwhile.

I ended up in the Otamuseum, which was a small room dedicated to showing off some of the relics and factoids of Otakon's history. Since my one and only other Otakon was 2012, I definitely snapped photos of anything relating to that year.

I knew 2012's attendance had been comparable to the numbers I was familiar with from ACen, but I was still surprised to learn there were so many attendees that year. Honestly, I'd felt like there were more -but that's because the Baltimore venue was clearly becoming too small for the con at that time.

I once again met up with @lechevaliermalfet and O. for an early dinner before O. had to leave the con for the day. We spent part of dinner discussing another note that Otakon had made for attendees, via the Guidebook app.

My understanding is that this aggressive defense of the Saturday Dealers Hall hours are in response to a handful of complaints each year from attendees that could swear the hours had changed. And I'm sure that's frustrating for staff to experience. But this just came off as hostile when I read it.

After dinner, we parted ways with O., and headed down to Artist Alley. We got a few prints but my real prize for the night was a strange plushie.

He was labeled as being unloved and how could I say no for $10? I love weird, cute things.

After shopping, it was time for @shoujorockheaven - this focuses on girl rock bands in Japan and it's run by the same team as @awesomelybadjmusicvideos . It's honestly a great way to discover some new groups to listen to.

After the panel, despite still wanting that con vibe, we had to admit we were wiped. So that ended up being our last event for Saturday.

All Otakon 2023 Coverage

Otakon 2023 Day 0 (Thurs) and Day 1 (Friday)

Otakon 2023 Friday cosplay

Otakon 2023 Day 2 (Sat) - current post

Otakon 2023 Saturday cosplay

Otakon 2023 Day 3 (Sun)

Otakon 2023 Sunday cosplay

#otakon #otakon 2023 #con review #con report #prose and cons

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themcst · 3 months ago

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Okay. It's Comic Con haul. I will not deny I spent like £400 at comic con alone and it isn't counting the Danmei books. Including them it's a good £520 since they where all around £20ish each on average. It sounds like a lot but it has to be noted I have been slowly saving for the past 4 months since I got my job and got some stability in my life.

On with my haul though! Hoyoverse! I didn't spend as much on it compared to last year. I did grab a Neuvillete ita bag and it was the most expensive individual item I spent money on this entire con. Welt I couldn't get much merch of him bar the two items you see. I did grab a sticker book since I decided it was time to get one as I do tend to have a lot of stickers that I dunno where to put. It's already in use. Couple of posters and standees related to Childe and Zhongli. And then there's 3 charms that I adored as there's like gold flakes in them giving it a nice effect!

Next is the Nu:Carnival merch. I am genuinely surprised I even found anything related to this series. I did forget to put the little patches I got in my photo but here's a link to what they look like! I also found surprise fanart of the boys. I bought all bar one but I'll most likely buy from this artist again in the future since they do plan to do more if these sold well! I am very please that I finally own some official merch of this series as I have been dying to do so for years now!

Next Danmei merch. The little 3 posters that match, I'm certain there was a Lan Zhan one but there was none left so I couldn't get the entire 4. I am going to hopefully buy it online sometime. I just need to find the seller who did it. I do have their business card, I just completely forget which one it is in my small bundle of artist cards! Just some other misc merch and then the danmei books I bought. I genuinely didn't need to buy half of these but I saw them and wanted them. I will be ordering more from these publishers again when I can!

Some misc art of a few fandoms. I needed some art of my splatoon girls. There wasn't as much as I thought there would be but I'm glad I found what I did. Cookie Run stuff isn't big either but I did get a couple prints and stickers and a random P5 protag too. I didn't think I'd find bugsnax things but I did and I couldn't help myself but get a few keychains. What isn't here is a lanyard I got off eeveelutions and it can be seen here in this photo but it's a little hard. I did get stickers of them so they'll be down below. And then there's just some oc art that people did. I love the frogs. The artist seemed thrilled that someone was buying the entire set. And then the monster girls was a mystery set of 4 and honestly they're all so good!

And final photo! It's of stickers I got along with patches. 3 patches aren't here. They would have been two of my star sign Aquarius and a digidevice.. I left them at my friends along with some free stickers I won't in a shop. They'll send them to me at some point along with the snacks I left behind. I am planning to get a jacket for my patches as I've built a small collection up but I'm unsure as to when I'll get it but it is a want to do one day!!!

That's all I got! I am happy with what I obtained. I actually got no pins for once which is a surprise but I think that's more me knowing I don't have the room right now. Everything pin related keeps ending up in my pin box as I have to redo my walls but I'm never really here to do it so for now they're not a concern. But overall I'm glad with everything! I do hope to get to put some of these things up in the future or put them in my poster folder for the time being until I can give them a home.

#【☆】 ooc ramblings / asks.#// long post #cw // long pst #// aka as anything slightly not suitable as my mum will judge #// one day I'll be free to put everything up!!!

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?”

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.”

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens.

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq Reader: [G/N] Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?”

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~”

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart.

What a con artist.

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder.

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm.

You were acting out of desperation.

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul.

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.”

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?”

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.”

Great, more insults towards your intelligence.

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree.

But that wouldn’t be near enough.

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--”

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~”

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!”

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage.

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red.

A floorshow.

That’s right! A floorshow!

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out.

“What--what!”

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--”

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!”

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar.

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.”

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses.

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?”

“...yes.”

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--”

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--”

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.”

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step.

“...Floyd.”

“Yes?”

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!”

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures.

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it.

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask.

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.”

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student.

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them.

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna.

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-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this?

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside.

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor.

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame.

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you.

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor.

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service?

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again.

-So this is what you were planning. How interesting~

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table.

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got.

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked.

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible.

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation.

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around.

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him.

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable.

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides.

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song.

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp?

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.”

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along.

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell.

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage.

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You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together.

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight.

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes.

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes.

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes.

At least it was over.

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!”

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened.

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily.

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?”

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings.

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?”

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take.

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?”

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?”

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take.

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ”

“Y--Yeah! Sure!”

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office.

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Learn Her Place

Title: Learn Her Place Summary: Fem!Omega!Reader x Alpha!Tony Stark x Alpha!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Bucky Barnes. The reader works for S.H.I.E.L.D. and is on suppressants. In this universe, we obviously are working with multiple Alphas being able to share an Omega. The reader has had sex before but it has been with Betas. She is very distracting to the Alphas and they’re tired of not being able to focus on their work, so they decide to make sure her suppressants no longer work and she is where they think she belongs. Without the suppressants, the reader succumbs to her hormones very quickly. Words: 4,894 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Non-con, ABO dynamics, smut, breeding, brief mention of infidelity, multiple partners, angst. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Author’s Note: Kudos to whoever picks up on the movie line reference

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Steve hated it.

Watching her come back from one-night stands with Betas and not feel any remorse about it.

She was an Omega and was granted freedom by the suppressants given to her. She was wasting her fertile cycles away on frivolous orgasms with random strangers. She was able to infiltrate regular society, mainly hide herself away into the crowd. It was not foolproof though.

There was still something there during what her cycle should be. If one did not know she was Omega, they would not attribute the feeling of arousal to her. But he – along with every other high ranking agent – knew she was and it was that much easier to pinpoint it. He could pick up on it and it made him clench his fists every time she was in close proximity, her infiltrating all his senses. He saw the other Alphas in the room tense too at those times, having a difficult time focusing on the mission briefs with her sitting so close. And one of those times was right the hell now. Tony was staring at her abashedly across the table, his fingers at his lips, his jaw clenched. His stare could be excused, he was an intense person. Bucky, next to Steve, chewed on his cheeks while he tried avoiding looking over at her.

It was selfish.

And foolish because the suppressants only did so much, and they acted like it was a solve all. S.H.I.E.L.D was trying so hard to be inclusive and it was only serving to bring down focus and morale when all they wanted to do was mount one of their team members who was acting above her Omega rank.

She had raised her hand and was answering a question. She was smart, there was no doubt about that. She had worked really hard to get up to this level and she continued to go above and beyond.

But…

Steve’s eyes raked down her clavicle to where the top of her breasts were exposed above her shirt. She most certainly had a push up on. His thoughts trailed to what they looked like bare. How they would look at different angles… when she was riding him, below him, from the side… all the different positions he could get her in. His favorite: cradled in his arms, his hand on her round stomach…

He snapped to attention when Wanda literally snapped her fingers in front of his face. He had been spacing out.

“You alright?” she snorted.

“Yeah, fine,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. He gathered up his file and got up from the table without another word, walking towards the door.

He spotted her down the hall, speaking with Thor. Thor was enthralled, looking at whatever she was showing him in her file. He was a huge teddy bear, just like Bruce.

Steve caught sight of Tony and Bucky coming to stand next to him, their eyes fixated on her too down the hallway.

“Anyone else not catch a single thing that was said in that meeting?” Bucky half joked.

“She’s distracting,” Steve snapped in hushed tones. “How do they not notice the affect she has? Has no one said anything?”

“Oh, I’ve already brought it up,” Tony told Steve and Bucky, rolling his eyes. “They’re marking it up to me not being able to ‘control myself’ and shaming me for it.” He added scornfully, “Were you forced to watch that goddamn video—”

“Where they were described as ‘delicate flowers’? Yeah, I did. And was that supposed to make us feel any better about thinking about them being put in harm’s way?” Bucky muttered, shaking his head. “They shouldn’t be putting her out in the field. Here in the office is one thing. But they shouldn’t be putting any position outside. They’re too susceptible to persuasion.”

Tony said, “That’s why it’s supposed to be secret about their Omega status.”

“I don’t like them out there,” Bucky repeated. “Not just for them but for the rest of our safety too.”

Thor was so close to her, laughing at whatever she had said. He was not affected at all. Steve ground his teeth watching that in front of him. She was comfortable around him, her hand coming to rest on his arm. He felt jealously scratching away at his insides, knowing she was in a cycle.

“It’s gonna drive me insane if I don’t leave,” Tony grated, tearing his eyes away from her to focus on the other two. “You going to the party tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Bucky and Steve said in unison, still staring down the hall.

Tony snorted, “Who the hell planned it on a Thursday, anyhow? Don’t get too worked up if she takes a random person home. I for one won’t be there to witness that. That is unless…” He pulled a syringe out of his pocket, holding it up and Bucky swiped it in the blink of an eye, making it disappear again. Tony threw him a wry smile and said, “I think it’s about time. Don’t hesitate too long now since she’s just gone into the cycle. It’ll take a day or two though to work, remember! And don’t let Banner catch you with that.”

He clapped Bucky on the shoulder before turning on his heel, leaving the other two Alphas to stew.

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Bucky and Steve walked into the loud club, finding everyone in disarray already in the VIP area. They had been on last minute mission and had returned late and the party was already well underway. The upper space of the club was packed of S.H.I.E.L.D agents at all varying stages of intoxication. Some had set up tables to play poker – something normally illegal in clubs but no one was bothering them – as well as varying card games.

Of course both of their attention was drawn in towards Y/N. Clint was laughing at the fact she had walked back from up the stairs with a sandwich shoved halfway in her mouth. “Y/N! The food is on the way! You remember? That we ordered?”

“But I’m hungry now,” she whined, her mouth full. “And Wanda asked for half of it!”

“You’re such a baby,” Clint laughed barely keeping it together.

Wanda was in stitches, her head thrown back against her chair. Vision was laughing in tandem with Wanda, following her movement. She only laughed harder when Y/N held out the untouched part of the sandwich that was supposed to be for her.

“Thank you,” Wanda said, taking deep breaths as she tried to stifle her laughter.

Natasha appeared at Bucky and Steve’s sides, raising her eyebrows. “They are drunk,” Natasha hissed at them over the music.

And she smirked then, an unfamiliar kind of smirk. And Steve cocked his head.

“Are you drunk?”

She shrugged sheepishly which was all the answer they needed.

You grasped onto Steve’s arm, startling him. “Have you guys done shots yet?”

Steve’s eyes flicked down to her hand only for a moment and he could feel every press of her hand into his bicep. He looked back up at her and told her, “I can’t get drunk, Y/N.”

“Oh, right,” she said looking immediately pitying of him. She rubbed his arm excessively in her drunk state and he stiffened, his jaw clicking. “I’m sorry. I forgot!” She laughed, noticing how stiff he was and poked him in the chest. “You need to loosen up, Steve.”

“I’ll try,” he said forcing a smile.

“You too, Bucky,” she commented eyeing his stoic expression. She touched the side of his face and he inhaled sharply. She giggled at the response and said, “Maybe you’ll feel better after a drink? You can get drunk right?”

Before he could respond, her attention was drawn elsewhere by Wanda. As soon as she was gone, Steve let out a frustrated sigh and Bucky mirrored his state.

“She’s not taking care of herself,” Bucky murmured, shaking his head. “Anyone could take her home. Anyone!”

“Yeah, well, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Steve returned firmly. Bucky frowned and Steve rolled his eyes, “You can have some drinks. I’ll just be the sober eyes.”

“Thanks for that leeway, but this has gone on long enough hasn’t it?” Bucky asked.

“It has,” Steve exhaled heavily. Y/N was holding Clint’s hand as they danced their way down the staircase from the VIP section, away from where him and Bucky were standing.

Steve was close to her all night, especially on the dance floor. At one point, he grabbed a female Alpha who had started grinding on Y/N and yanked her away. The other Alpha had started to get buck until she realized who exactly she was trying to fight. He was not a hard man to mistake, not with all the press conferences and his mere presence on top of that. She gritted her teeth before leaving seeing his icy stare, taking the hint. Y/N was oblivious, dancing to the techno music, hands in the air still with Clint and Wanda.

Y/N fanned herself and her hands came to the hem of her shirt. Steve’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as she began to tear it off. Steve was at her side immediately, grabbing the shirt before she could remove it completely, yanking it back down.

She focused in on him, confused, and he demanded inches from her face, “What are you doing?”

“It’s hot,” she yelled at him over the music, as if that was a reasonable explanation for her behavior. He imagined all the eyes on her now, his blood pumping in his ears.

Steve shook his head and grasped her arm, pulling her through the crowd.

“Steve!” he heard Clint call from behind him, but it went ignored.

Bucky knew when Steve walked by with Y/N it was time. He got up, following Steve’s movement away from the VIP section towards a more isolated part of the club. Y/N was asking Steve where he was taking her before Bucky snuck up and administered the shot before Y/N could even react to his presence.

She began to ask, “What the hell…” but her eyes were already drooping.

Steve caught her before her knees gave out from beneath her. She was conscious but she was far past coherent. She groaned in his arms and he picked her up, hushing her.

“Wish I could have gotten even two drinks in before that,” Bucky said, eyes searching the club. He looked towards the hall and said, “Should try to take her out a back way or…?”

“She was reckless,” Steve grumbled in his ear as she slumped into his side. “Let’s take her home. She shouldn’t remember any of this. But no, let’s take her back by so everyone can see how ‘drunk’ she is.”

“Right, good idea,” Bucky agreed.

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Tony walked in, seeing Y/N at the break room table already, at 7:00am. But, her head was resting on her forearms, a large cup of coffee next to her. He looked over his shoulder, seeing people were walking by in the hallway. Slowly, he closed the door, the handle clicking into place when it was fully closed. She did not stir, and he cocked his head. She must really be out.

He tapped her shoulder and she grumbled, sitting back uncomfortably. She was squinting at him and recognized him, before rubbing at her eyes.

“You alright?” he asked, feigning concern.

“Yeah, just… not feeling great,” she told him.

Hungover. Every clue of it clear as day to everyone else. But Tony was not everyone else. He knew this was not a withdrawal from alcohol but another drug entirely. Her body was correcting itself from that nasty medication, right at the height of her heat.

“You should be drinking water instead of coffee,” Tony told her, his Alpha peaking in his tone.

It was an easy way to worm himself in. He was not supposed to do this – but they had also not been supposed to administer that drug without her consent –, it was against protocol. But he just had to know. He had to see if she would respond.

Simultaneously to his surprise and not, she made eye contact with him. He saw… doe eyes. She quickly averted her gaze and looked at her cup.

“You’re right,” she told him.

Tony watched her with arousal as she got up and tossed the coffee in the sink. She went towards the fridge, but Tony was already there, opening it up to grab a water bottle for her.

“Let me,” he told her, and she stopped, looking at him patiently as he held it out to her.

She took it from him, taking a drink. “Thanks. I… I really don’t feel great.”

Tony pointed at her and said, “You probably need oxygen. And a lot of water.”

“Oxygen?”

“Clears a hangover pretty quickly.”

“Oh, I’m not—” she began to stammer, and he could not help his lip twitching in amusement at her looking embarrassed.

Tony chuckled, “It’s alright. The party was last night. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Y/N looked unsure if she should relax or not for a few moments before she relented, nodding. “Yeah, what idiot decided tequila shots was the way to start off the night?”

“Probably the same idiot who planned it to be on a Thursday.”

“Thirsty Thursday,” she mumbled, taking another drink.

“Thirsty Thursday,” Tony agreed lightly. “Eat something too. Something healthy. Fruit, maybe.” She grumbled in response but nodded as she sat back down at the table. She swiped an apple from the center of the table and took a large bite. Tony watched her for a few more seconds, anticipation nipping at his heels before he parted with, “Feel better.”

He needed to tell Bucky and Steve she should be ready by tonight if she was already reacting to him like that.

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Y/N was the last one in her office, the other two had gone home already. She looked up at Tony walking into the office, carrying a bag. Her stomach growled at the smell coming from the bag, her eyes falling to it. Tony only stalled for a moment, the smell of her coming to him. She was tumbling fast, she looked flushed.

Tony approached her desk, a friendly glint in his eye. “Ah, you are still here. Here, we ordered some food. I always go for greasy at some point after drinking and I’m sure it’ll help.” She looked past him to where Bucky and Steve were in the hallway.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N told him timidly.

Tony loved the sight: she was tying to avoid direct eye contact, speaking in soft tones.

“Just thought we’d be nice.”

“Thank you.” She would not grab it from him. “Today has been… I don’t know. I can’t focus. I need to finish this before I leave. I just… I don’t feel great,” she said her voice getting smaller as her eyes were dragged back to her computer screen.

Tony ordered, “Press save and close the laptop. Eat.” He placed the bag on her desk. “It’ll help.”

He turned to leave, and she blurted, “Where are you going?”

Tony came to a stop, his gaze locked with Steve and Bucky, his back to her. To them, he gave them a sly, knowing smile that only lasted a few seconds before he turned back to her.

“I mean, you don’t have to leave and go eat somewhere else if you already have your food too. You don’t want it to get cold. I promise I’m not throwing up or anything. I just feel off. Like a headache… a little hot.”

She wanted them to stay, that was obvious. She needed something from them and even if she could not figure out what it was just yet, her body was telling her they were needed.

“Sure,” Tony chirped. “If it won’t bother you.”

She shook her head and he started walking back towards the desk beside hers. His suit jacket came off, and he swung it around the back of the chair. Steve and Bucky had come into the room as well, purposely leaving the door open. Bucky sat across from Y/N, his eyes following her movements as she opened the bag Tony had placed in front of her. He watched the way her hands shook ever so slightly, her tongue running across her bottom lip as she opened the container of food.

Y/N made a satisfied sound as she tasted it. “God, thank you. This is delicious. I needed it. I feel… shaky.”

The three of them around her was making it difficult for her to focus though. She kept stealing glances at them, being met with blatant stares back as they slowly ate. Steve adjusted, trying to hide his length that was starting to grow at her being so damn close and smelling so damn good.

Tony spilled some on the desk and said, “Shit!”

Before she could offer he was leaning over her, reaching across the grab a kleenex from the other side of her desk. He heard her inhale and he forced himself to not react, sitting back down, dabbing at the food he had spilled. His jaw was clenched; he should not have done that because now he was working himself up quickly.

The three of them noticed her chewing slowed to a stop and her eyes moved between the three of them. Something was starting to click… the tense silence in the room getting under her skin. The off feeling no doubt growing ever stronger.

Swallowing, she cleared her throat. Her voice was higher pitched than normal, “Do you guys want a cookie? To go with it for after, I mean? I… there’s some over here.”

She pushed her chair back quickly and moved away from her desk. Along the wall, she fumbled with the drawers, looking for these mysterious cookies. She was getting squirrelly, nervous, like she wanted some air. They could all sense it and they wanted to get ahead of her stressing out while they could. All three were out of their seats: Bucky strode across the room away from her, closing the door while Tony and Steve came closer towards her.

Y/N turned around startled at them all having moved so quickly, holding a handful of fortune cookies. Bucky leaned against the doorframe, staring directly back at her. She gave a small laugh, “Are people still working out there? Were we being too loud, do you think?”

Tony and Steve said nothing and her smile faltered, a frown growing. “Can…Can I just… get by,” she said trying to skirt around them but each time, one of them blocked her way. She tried to brush it off, holding the cookie out. “Do you just want it now?”

She asked, so innocently. Sweetly. Steve shuddered at it. She could not hide her true nature even in her tone. And the phrasing, the three of them smirked.

Bucky was still by the door, leaning against the frame. He popped a chocolate in his mouth, watching the scene unfold.

“Well, I would really like to get eat—” She said, trying again to break through their rank and being unsuccessful. She frowned visibly now, worry lines showing up on her face. She chuckled nervously, “Did I do something wrong?”

Steve noticed the spiral coming. He could hear the increase in her heartrate. She knew she was surrounded by Alphas and was growing uncomfortable. Especially since she was alone, it was late, and they were encroaching. His hand came up to slap over her mouth and she yelled frightened, the sound muffled. He pulled her away from the counter, dragging her back towards the third desk. Tony was ready, grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back, slipping the retractable cuffs around her wrists. The cookies tumbled to the floor and he paid them no mind, stepping on them as he passed her to Steve solely. Her arms were bound at the small of her back and she fell face first against the table. All three of them were growing hard at the sight.

As soon as Steve removed his hand she began to scream, and he clamped back down.

“Omega,” Steve purred in her ear and she whimpered behind his hand. He laced his tone, his Alpha rumbling, “You’re going to be quiet aren’t you?” She said nothing, her chest just rapidly moving up and down. “Omega… are you gonna be quiet? Nod for me if you are gonna be good.” She nodded frantically against his hand and he slowly removed it.

Tearfully, she said, “Can you let me go?”

“Oh, no. No, we can’t, beautiful,” Steve said, his finger running down her exposed neck, causing her to squirm. He pulled away, turning his attention to Tony.

“But… I… I didn’t do anything wrong,” she tried to plead, looking at Bucky across the desk to where he was standing at the door. “I followed all the rules. I—” Tony’s hands lifted up underneath her dress and she let out a choked noise, craning her neck to look back at him. “Alpha, please!”

Tony audibly groaned at her slipping up and giving in to calling him by his title. He yanked her leggings and underwear down to her ankles. He freed himself from his slacks and his fingers pressed at her pussy. She buried her face in the desk, trying to squeeze her legs together.

“Oh, come now. None of that,” Tony ordered, and she loosened. His fingers pressed in, stroking her slowly. She was already wet, probably had been for the better part of the day. It is why the three of them had stayed away, they could have lost control before now and ruined it all otherwise.

“You’re not being punished, Omega,” he told her. “Rewarded actually…” She whimpered and he cooed as he continued stroking her gently, “Oh, sweetpea… beautiful Omega. You’re going to be just fine. You’re in the perfect hands. You feel sick for a reason and we are going to help you.”

The more he spoke, the more he watched her body relax against his hand and his tone. The smell of her was driving him insane – he could only imagine Steve and Bucky not being able to touch her at all. He should not stall for long, wouldn’t want to start a fight.

“You’re going to feel so much better,” Tony promised as she tried to push back on his fingers, and he bit his lip at the sight. His fingers were gone, and she let out a disappointed noise. Tony rubbed his cock up and down her ass, slowly. “God, this is gonna feel so fucking good.”

Tony’s head pressed in and she gasped, adjusting to his width. He gave a strangled laugh, relishing in how tight her walls were. She was squirming beneath him and he gave her a rapt smack on the ass.

“I know you haven’t had an Alpha cock before but relax, Omega,” Tony ordered gruffly.

“It’s too much,” she said pitifully.

“You’ll adjust. You’ll adjust,” Tony moaned, pressing in further. “You’ll be able to take all of me. All of us. It’s what you were built for.”

Bucky was becoming shifty, chewing on his thumb nail, his eyes boring into Y/N. He had stepped away from the door, coming closer to where she was. His dick was outlined in his jeans but he had refrained from releasing himself just yet. Steve on the other hand had taken his cock out and was stroking himself, needing some type of contact. Both of their eyes were blown wide.

“Oh. Tony,” Bucky said, aroused. “You would love this sight.”

Y/N’s eyes were glazed over as Tony thrusts grew deeper and quicker. Looking the perfect example of a subservient Omega, impaled on an Alpha’s cock.

“I love the feeling,” Tony choked back, holding tight to her wrists to drive himself deeper.

Soon, they came tumbling down. Tony came with loud grunts, emptying inside of her and he left a claim mark on her shoulder. Tony only took a moment to kiss at her neck, whispering something sweet into her ear before he backed off. His pants were buttoned back up and he collapsed in one of the chairs, his eyes falling on her.

Steve wasted no time coming behind her and entering her with ease. She whimpered at the intrusion, still so sensitive. His thrusts were unbridled, worked up into a frenzy. Y/N’s hips bounced off the desk.

“Alpha,” she whined.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Steve panted, his fingers digging into the skin at her hips. “You feel so goddamn good, Omega. You’re doing so well. So, so well. Everything I dreamed.”

The room was filled with skin slapping skin and the aroused moans leaving Y/N.

“Alpha,” she whined again, and Steve groaned, knowing she was getting close. He could feel her clenching around him.

And when she did, shaking and whimpering, Steve thrusted quickly as she tightened. He finished with a shout unable to help himself, coating her walls. He left another distinct claim bite at the base of her neck. His fingers traced it gently before he noticed Bucky standing there.

“You know, for an Alpha. Buck, you sure as hell are patient,” Steve joked.

Bucky gave a curt smirk before shoving Steve out of the way. Steve held his hands up in surrender, turning away and letting Bucky have his way with her. Y/N was doing so well still, behaving and letting Bucky rut her into the desk without pushback. Bucky had been right, Tony thought to himself. He loved that look in her eyes. She was lost to her arousal.

“P-p-please, alpha,” she begged moments before she cried out again.

Bucky grunted loudly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, chasing his high. He shook as he emptied himself and went to the opposite shoulder to leave another claim mark. She was exhausted, breathing heavily having not one but three Alphas imprinting themselves on her and using her.

The door opened and all three of them froze, Bucky still buried in Y/N, his large hands at her hips.

Clint was standing there, his mouth fallen open in disbelief at the scene. There were a few seconds of suspended shock before he asked them disgusted, “You couldn’t even lock it?”

“Didn’t think about it,” Tony admitted.

“You? You didn’t think? That’s rich,” Clint spat back at him. He noticed Y/N was handcuffed and realization dawned on him. He glared daggers at the three of them and snapped, “You’re going to get sidelined for this!”

“No, I don’t think so. More like chewed out… I’ve been chewed out before,” Steve said. Impatiently he added, “Now, will you close the damn door?”

His request went ignored by Clint, who pressed on furiously, “No, seriously. You guys know that right? Compromising an agent like this! Especially one they’re trying to keep up because they’re in such big demand to even out the ranks! She’s only going to respond to your Alpha commands now! That compromises her!”

“And why is anyone complaining about that? She should be answering to her superiors,” Tony remarked, watching her intently. She was so lost, trying to figure out what was going on. She had no purpose without feeling a cock being driven into her when she was this worked up into her heat. Tony almost felt bad for her…

“Barton, are you going to let Barnes pull out so we can untie her or what? She’s got to be getting sore by now. Wouldn’t want to hurt our ‘delicate flower’.” Clint stood his ground and Tony lost his humor, snapping, “Get the fuck out, Barton. It’s already been done. Now. Before I lose my goddamn temper.”

Clint’s jaw was clenched as he turned away from the three Alphas, slamming the door behind him so loudly it shook the wall.

“Speaking of that,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. He leaned in, catching her attention. “Darling… do you want Alpha to finish inside you?” She nodded fervently and Bucky grunted in response, rutting against her backside even as he pulled away from her. He pulled her up and she stood on shaky legs. In her ear, he asked, “Do you want to always be finished inside of?” She nodded again, biting her bottom lip. “Hmm… you want to please us? That’s what I thought. So. How about after you take in that feeling of that warm seed inside you, you go up to the director and tell her you want to resign? Tell her you wanna be a good little housewife for us? How does that sound?”

“Okay,” she agreed.

Steve’s fingers pressed her cheeks in, pressing her lips out and he smiled. “You wanna be an asset to the team in your best way. Such a team player.” He shot Tony a look at the end of the desk, an aroused gleam in his eye. “I’m sure we can get you a proper collar.”

“I’ve already got it built. I’ve been waiting for her to learn her place.” Tony then added, “But she can’t live with me. Pepper will kill me.”

“I’ve got it,” Steve said.

Steve rubbed her stomach and said, “Regardless, she’s gonna be serving her real purpose soon.”

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sweettodo · 4 years ago

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best friends dad.

levi ackerman x freader.

includes : dub con - [ age gap ] , smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting. pretty much porn with no plot.

wc : 2,7k

a/n, thank you for 600 followers !!! <33 i love every single one of you.

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She's your best friend, your closest ally, your soul sister.

She has been there with you through thick and thin, since youth, you two took showers together as children, ate off the same plate, went on countless vacations, share the same clothes. What would your life be without her?

Your behavior prevails to be horrendous.

It catches you when you're alone, or when there's nothing to distract you. Creeping up, lingering around your soul- guilt- quite the foe.

You lay on your bed, shame depleting you the more you remained in silence, left alone with your thoughts. Staring at the soft white ceiling, the sun scarcely pouring through the cracks of the shades, rendering it impossible to fall back asleep.

It was eating you alive, it was driving you nuts, you were so selfish. It was too late to go back on this.

And this isn't even the worst part of it all...

Your fathers are best friends, also close since childhood. Being neighbors, your mothers were close too, you all were practically family.

Hence, it boils down to one thing- one simple, and easy question.

That being, why was your 'second father' mere inches away from you, naked, barely covered by a sheet, and sleeping in your bed?

Yet, as disgusted as you are with yourself, you're turning to face the sleeping man, placing a small kiss below his ear, his arms instantaneously fastening around your frame, pulling you closer to his body, he loves when you wake him up like this, you're both accustomed to this routine.

After all, you did sleep in the same bed more often than you'd like the admit.

Living alone in your apartment made it easier for the both of you to be with each other, though your best friend resided here, she was at college, living in a dorm out of state for extended periods.

He told his wife and other children the ridiculous excuse, 'I'll be back in a week or so, on business' and he'd come straight to you. Always. With take-out dinner, a duffle over his shoulder, and a plethora of condoms in his pocket.

Call it disturbing, but it's almost perverse to give his wife kudos, 'no wonder you tied the knot.' because shit, you wish you could.

No one knows about the infidelity, so it was fun to sneak around; since becoming an adult, that's when family dinners with the neighbors took a turn, your body filled with a mix of excitement and angst almost every Friday.

He always sits next to you, to your right, hand secretly placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. He finds himself unable to resist your body.

The second you turned eighteen he was ready to pounce, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He's so good at what he does, he knows how to sneak around, he always plays his cards right, he knew you couldn't resist the temptation; the temptation of your best friend's father.

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How it started was almost too cliché.

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"Hey, is y/f/n home? We're supposed to be getting ready to go out, she's not answering my texts."

"She's not home, likely caught up at work."

You nod, "how about you come in and wait?" he allows you in, "what's the occasion?" he laughs, plopping down on the couch, you sit on the other side, placing your dress, makeup bag, and shoes on the floor beside your feet.

"A friend's birthday dinner, she just turned eighteen." He smiles, looking back at the television, "she's always making us late." You chuckle, your phone going off at the same time, Levi watching your thumbs frantically respond to the disappointing message.

"She won't be off for another few hours." Levi sighs, "I'll just hang out in her room until then."

"You can stay down here, you're not in my way." He quickly replies, you accept his offer and slip off your shoes.

"How's your mom?" he changes the topic, standing and walking out of the room towards the direction of the kitchen, "and your dad."

"Both good, how about you and-"

"Good." he interrupts, returning with a glass in his hands, likely a glass of whiskey, that was his go-to.

Oddly enough, you felt unsettled being alone with him, something inside of you remained nervous, but not necessarily a bad sentiment.

You didn't spend much time with Levi alone, most of the time it was with your father and y/f/n, so you sat quietly, both watching the screen mounted on the wall in front of you.

Little did you know, he was feeling the same way, awkward and nervy.

"Do you need to get ready at any particular time?" he cuts the silence.

"Uhm, I didn't expect to wait, because I have to shower."

He hums in agreement, "you can shower here if you want." You didn't even bat an eye, standing and saying 'okay', trotting upstairs towards your best friend's room, dropping all your belongings on the floor.

Leaving the room, you're opening the linen closet to retrieve a towel and head straight for the bathroom.

This was your second home, why leave the bathroom door locked while you showered?

His leg tapped in anticipation, he knew now was such a perfect time, he had to do something about how he was feeling.

Levi told himself that this feeling would pass, he was disgusted in himself.

The first time he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, making himself cum to the thought of his daughter's best friend.

He had never thought about you sexually, it was almost like a switch was flipped when you came home, stumbling drunk with his daughter the night of your birthday to avoid your own parents, you were now an adult, and that's when things changed.

He thought about you in so many twisted ways, and the fetish only grew- it grew day by day, month by month.

Now, you were only a few months shy of nineteen, in college, in your own living space, independent, he loved it; and every day, he prayed to God he'd stop feeling so guilty about his vices.

But he was trapped, stewing on his thoughts before he went to bed at night, on the way to work, waking up in the morning- he only thought about you. He needed to do something.

He found his feet quickly moving up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and pacing, this was sure as hell a tough dilemma, but he knew he could get you to see it too.

"Levi, I- uh, need some help."

Like it was a blessing, a foot in the door, he's now knocking before you allow him in, you stand there only in a towel, hair wet and your body dripping with water, "the thing won't turn off, I'm sorry."

He could barely swallow, "I'll fix it."

The hot steam made him overwhelmed, the fresh smell of the strawberry-scented body wash that you had after your shower was sending him into a frenzy.

You stood there, watching him turn the hot water off, you acknowledged how close you were to him, naked except for the towel, he was so close to your legs, your wet body.

He stood straight after fixing the faucet, wiping his hands on his shirt, "thanks."

You step around him, down the hall, and towards your friend's room, "y/n," turning, Levi's there, in the hallway, a few feet behind you, "I need to talk to you."

He knew now was the only time he could fix this disgusting fixation he has on you.

You pursued him, you followed him straight to his bedroom, you allowed him to close the door behind you; you felt his hands grab your own, pinning them above your head against the wall.

You allowed him to kiss you, you kissed him back, and you savored the taste of him. It was almost like you didn't allow your mind to register what you were doing.

"I've been meaning to do this." He breathes, catching up on his lack of oxygen.

You didn't say anything, your towel was coming loose, his free hand encircling around the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Levi." You uttered, his head dips down, kissing your lips as he's whisking you off your feet and onto his shared bed with his wife.

Your legs wrap around his waist, his elbows propped up beside your head, his tongue swiping across your lip, you do the same, what the fuck were you doing?

You pull away from him, "Levi- this is bad." Hand pressing against his shoulder, pushing him off of you gently, "this is so bad."

He moves his hand through his hair, "no one has to know."

"I gotta' go get dressed," yet your legs don't move, "fuck- fuck this is bad, she's gonna hate me."

"No, no she won't," he objects, pushing you onto your back, "you want it, don't you?"

Your stomach was doing backflips, nauseated almost. You saw his tight body, you've always loved it- like a father.

You felt his cock between your legs instants earlier, you didn't comprehend just how willing you were; how wet you were between your legs.

"Let me show you," throwing off his shirt, "don't worry, no ones gonna know,"

He sees the look on your face, stunned.

"Don't you trust me?" your head was spinning.

"I do."

Your head is pushed onto his pillow, making sure he doesn't strip you of your towel just yet.

The feeling of performing something so bad, so disturbing, so sinful, it was driving you nuts, your stomach twisted, filled with butterflies as you saw the man strip in front of you. This was really happening.

"Open."

Your legs open, but you hold your towel down, feeling his eyes bore into you, "you can show me."

His hands open your legs, gasping, he's kissing you again, laying between your legs with just his boxers severing the direct touch.

"God, this fucking body."

The towel slipping down your chest, his hands instantly cupping your tits, the now, cold droplets of water from your shower making your nipples twice as hard, he smiles, "you've always been so beautiful- so innocent too, you know that?" his hands trail down your sides, feeling your flesh in his palms, up to your thighs.

You felt so dirty, you wanted more, you wanted him to touch every inch of your body, you wanted to feel secure and full, "you want me to touch you don't you. You want it?" he sees your pleading eyes, he sees how hungry you looked, he brings his hand to your beck, squeezing your jugular, "say it, use your words.”

“I do, but y/f/n, Levi.” Your words meant one thing, but your actions were proving another. You didn't know how much you needed this- how much you longed to be touched by a man who helped raise you.

It made you sick, but fuck, it felt so good, “you want it, just as I do,” he pulls back, taking his hand and forcing open your mouth, “here.”

He wet his fingers with your saliva, ripping the towel that barely covered your lower half. “Look at how pretty, so wet too.”

You hiss, his finger pressing down against your clit, your thigh spasming from the harsh pressure against your nerves, “I’m gonna make you cum, you want that, right?”

“Yes, please make me cum.” You plead, his thumb still pressing hard against your bud, “f-fuck!” your legs slamming around his arm.

“Open those legs, I didn't say you could close them.” He commands, getting a better look at your pussy, his hand moving down the threads of his boxers with his free hand, cock springing from his constraints.

“Spit.” He steals more alive from your tongue, using it to lubricate his cock; he was thick, girthy with few veins decorating up the bottom to right below the tip. His chest heaving, hands pinning up your thighs, your legs wide open for him to see.

You whined, his throbbing tip teasing you by soaking up your slick, he was so painfully hard- the way he knocked against the tight hole in front of him.

“You want my cock? You want your other daddy to fuck you, huh?” You nod, eyes begging with every ounce of your entity.

You nod desperately, “please- fuck me.”

He obeys, gripping your thighs, pressing them upwards as he’s leaning down towards you, slowly sliding past your entrance.

Splitting you open, immense pressure brings you to screams, your eyes screwed shut as you spit out the man's name.

“Can barely fit- fuck.” His shoulders lax, cock seeping deeper into your pussy.

He pushes back and forth into you, the sound of your pussy juicing around his cock filled the room as you two take in the feeling of each other's touch.

“S’big- so big, Levi.” Your tongue lols out, he takes it as a welcome to capture your lips, sucking on your tongue as you mewl against his mouth.

He pulls away from you, “say my name,” he groans, “say it, what's my name?” his cock filling you so well, you could say many things; tears brimming your eyes as he's stabbing your cervix with his tip.

You wail, gasping for air, “daddy- please harder!”

His hips piston into you, slamming against yours as he's speeding up, cock ramming into you senselessly, harder thrusts when he hears you call him by his name, fucking you stupid.

“Go on and cum all over my cock, you're so close- fuck- you keep squeezing me-” he can barely contain himself.

But he keeps pace, the sweet spot in the depths of your pussy being abused, pussy squelching with every rut of his wide hips.

You're so close, inching closer towards release, a mantra of his name rolling out of your mouth, you feel so full, packed to the fucking brim.

The weight of his body on top of yours, cock reaching impossible lengths inside of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, “so good, creaming all over my dick, yeah? You love it.” He boasts, you whined, mouth agape.

“So close- daddy- so close.”

“Do it, you're so tight- fuck, can't get over it.”

The coil in your stomach tightening, your body going numb as he rips an incredible orgasm out of your weak body, “that's right, squirt all over my cock, God this pussy s’ fuckin’ amazing.”

He slowed down, bearing his high, watching as your cum drips down your pussy, his thighs and stomach soaked with your essence as it drips down his thighs. Amazed at the sight, he continues to steadily fuck into your convulsing walls, you're body shaking from the debilitating orgasm.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your eyes surrounded by a starry white, wet noises driving Levi closer to climax, the sheets below the both of you soaked, “open those eyes.” He commands.

You open your eyes, legs squeezing tighter around his sides, “you’re gonna swallow my cum, right baby?” he sees you nod your head, needy to taste him down your throat.

He provides you with a few strong thrusts, before slowly pulling out of you, your hand quickly wrapping around the base of his cock, rolling out your tongue like a whore.

You take his tip on the pad of your tongue, swirling around, his eyebrows scrunching from the sensitive touch, “fuck, so fuckin’ perfect,” hand coming down to caress your head before dipping his fingers between the- still wet hair from your shower.

He twitches, releasing his load in your mouth, the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, he watches it coat your tongue, catching his breath as he's seeing you swallow every drop of cum, his thumb strokes across your bottom lip, smirking.

“Look at the mess you made, now I have to clean these sheets.” Gripping your hair between his digits, he's pushing your head down to look at the damp sheets, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

He pushes you back down on the bed, sloppily kissing your red and swollen lips once more.

“That cunt is just as good as I thought it was.”

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