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sfw and nsfw hc for the dog-coded PTN women?
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Pairing: Rahu x fem!reader, Zoya x fem!reader, Cinnabar x fem!reader, Ninety-Nine x fem!reader
C.W: NSFW, Collars, muzzles, leashes, pet play(? kinda), more like talking about dog-coded women but cw none the lessđ«Ą
Authorâs Note: Woof woof đ¶poupy poupy! Your ask was really vague so i didn't know what you wanted so i just went with whatever was in my mind. (Not proof read)
Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut
Rahu
Rahu would reluctantly, but still, let you put all these things on her. Sheâs tall. Sheâs scary. Sheâs intimidating! Like an obedient guard dog sheâd keep it on and follow orders. Her self restraint can only last so long, but seeing her teary eyed and desperate makes it worth it.
Rahu get so sad when you donât let her do anything but watch as you go about and do things. Poor woman wants to help you, but you remind her to stay put and not move or even hold you đš she just has to sit there while you grind on her thigh or ride her cock.
Rahu gets all whiney and desperate, hands clawing at the sheets beside her while she begs and begs for you to at least let her hold you. But thatâs a reward only after she makes you cum a few times.Â
When sheâs finally allowed to properly fuck you, Rhau will have been all pent up. Her hands dig into your hips with a bruising grip. Hips rutting into you like no tomorrow, all while muttering âi love youâ, âthank youâ, and âhow good you make her feelâ right by your ear.
The best Rahu can do is leave her mark by painting your insides white đ she canât leave bite marks; only leaving imprints of the muzzle on your back, but this way you get to hear every sound Rahu would usually snuff out when sinking her teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Itâs okay though, you let her double her effort and let her mark you up this way.
Rahu can be dangerous, but sheâs an obedient pup who listens to your orders. Advised for her to have a collar, muzzle, and lead đ so you can bully her frfr
Zoya
Zoya is big and strong. The scary dog gf privileges are on full display with this absolute hulk of a woman. Sheâs on top and in-charge. Good luck getting anything more than a muzzle or collar on this woman. If you're lucky, maybe Zoya will let you do both, but a leash is a no no because she wants to be free to do as she pleases.
Zoya places you on her lap, hands holding your waist in place as you squirm in her arms. Through the cage of the muzzle you see her smirking, amused by the small tug on her jacket. Sheâs entertained you enough hadnât she? Putting on this stupid thing made her initially annoyed, but Zoya will make it workâ even with it on.
With Zoya, sheâs the one who lets you do this, not the other way around. If you get a little too cocky, or go too slow for her liking, Zoya will note it down and make you pay double as a reminder on whoâs the one who wears the pants in the relationship.
Zoya gets a little frisky, maybe goes a little wild in pace as well, but she wouldnât do anything that would intentionally hurt you (non-consensually).Â
At most, Zoya will fuck you into oblivion, taking you until your on the brink of passing out. Her hips move in hard languid strokes so her thick cock can hit all your sweet spots with as much strength she can muster.
You put a muzzle on Zoya to help âtameâ her, so sheâll show you just how feral she can get in bed. Youâre not going to be able to walk for the next few days, and whatâs worse is the fact Zoya took the muzzle off anyway đ just so she can âproperlyâ mark you up
Cinnabar
Cinnabar, Cinnabar, Cinnabar⊠The poster lady of golden retriever girlfriends who could honestly do no wrong. Sheâs a walking green flag and does not need any restraints whatsoever. No muzzle, collar, or leash required because Cinnabar can be your fluffy puppy or your guard dog on the dime; it's all down to the given situation!
Cinnabar is always eager to please. Her top and main priority is you, after all. If youâre feeling good, then so is she đ„ș Just make sure to complement and sing your praises. Cinna would absolutely melt from your sweet words.
Call her nicknames and sheâll go beet red. It's only because its you saying these sweet words, Cinna might just explode! Carefully guide her hands away from her face and youâll see the absolutely adorable sight of your girlfriend flustered.
Cinnapup (nick-name curated from the lovely @/sinful-lanturnsâs blog) can top or bottom for you. She prefers to be a service top above all else but Cinnabar can switch between the two, just for you.Â
Cinnabar as a top is careful with her ministrations. She is gentle, not wanting to hurt you in the slightest because she loves you so much. Her fingers are a little clumsy when they explore the wet cavern of your pussy. Her careful, cautious nature has Cinnabar unintentionally edging you đ°so you have to tell her to properly fuck you, but even then she goes too slow.
Ninety-Nine
Ninety-Nine is big, strong , and scary đš this woman is the most feral out of them. Youâre gonna need everything to keep safe, and you definitely gonna get dragged or carried around by her. Ninety-Nine will be willing to wear a muzzle, collar, and lead, but you have to talk her through it. Bby trusts you not to do anything bad to her or Hella đ„ș
She unironically growls. When itâs not anything serious itâs actually pretty cute đ Ninety-Nine often looks at you for guidance or orders, staying around because she likes your company (and you give her snacks).
My take is Ninety-Nine is like a Rottweiler? Big scary dog, but is not so secretly a great pup over all. That being said, with those Ninety-Nine considers âfamilyâ she will protect like her life depends on it. Sheâs using her entire body to shield you and will have no hesitation for snapping at anyone who tries to do anything to you.
Feral Ninety-Nine is a menace because even with a muzzle and collar itâs impossible to restrain her so she does what her instincts tell her. If that means shoving your head into the sheets and relentlessly rut her hips into you, then so be it đ her claw like hands dig into your skin; leaving little beads of blood in their wake. Your cries and whines partially register, and she lessens her grip on your sides
Ninety-Nine will go for as long as she wants. Thereâs just no way youâll get out of her grip once she starts going to town on you. Sheâs an insatiable beast đš so good luck getting out of bed in the morning tomorrow cause youâre in for a long and difficult ride
#đș.hibiscus writes#rahu x reader#zoya x reader#ptn cinnabar x reader#Ninety-Nine x reader#rahu smut#zoya smut#ptn cinnabar smut#ninety-nine smut#ptn smut#ptn x reader
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MBCC LOVEPOST
ⶠNinety-Nine feat. Hella
Asking for more food was something Ninety-Nine was used to, especially from you, who always indulged her without a word of complaint. But today felt a bit.. different? She could feel your touch on her while she was feasting on your breakfast, prompting her to turn her head and look at you.
"Chief... Do you need anything?"
As for you, you were still suffering from a hangover that hadn't dissipated yet, and even opening your eyes was difficult. You thought you were holding onto a bun, but it felt unusually big and firm, yet soft and squishy.
Ninety-Nine's voice finally caught your attention, though it was a struggle. The sensation of the bun felt so good that your hand subconsciously squeezed it again. However, something felt off, especially with Hella snickering besides you. So you followed the direction of your hand.
???!!!
YOUR POV
(the so-called tenderness, I see, respectfully đ)
As if electrocuted, you panicked and withdrew your hand from the soft rear. To make the situation even more embarrassing, a certain gremlin's comment was the icing on the cake.
"HAHAHAHA! How is it, Chief? Why don't you come closer to really appreciate the tenderness? Come on!"
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Hella: Purposely putting your hand there was something genius of me!
You: You- what?!
You: ...
You (sigh in relief): I thought my hand was the one who did something naughty.
Hella: F***! Don't act like you didn't enjoy that!
Ninety-Nine: Enjoy what?
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#path to nowhere#ptn#path to nowhere x reader#ninety-nine x reader#mbcc lovepost#daily life in mbcc#(ÊáŽÊâż) brain juices.
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Hella, Ninety-nine with a sleep deprived sinner who lives next to their cell...
- Hella might as well be your nightmare fuel đ, she is the reason why you are sleep deprived in the first place⊠Or maybe not đ¶ Because before she even was your cellmate, me thinks you were already sleep deprived⊠You hear her yell at a guard, at adjutant nightingale, and even at the chief. Every.single.day. No, she is not sorry and will do it again. Bestie, I think youâll get used to it probably⊠In a year or so đ Stink does not care if youâre annoyed, sheâll probably even annoy you more by yelling more and yap at every opportunity⊠I think youâre better off making peace with the girl⊠- So, you end up bribing her with money. Since thatâs what sheâs been asking chief every time the two end up talking. You gave it to her when she started yapping too much while you were trying to do your shit. Her: Let me out of here and give me some sweets! Or else Iâll break out of my cell again and leave this place! You: Shut up and take my money. Her: đ€© Girlie finally stopped and let you relax for once! Until she decided to yell again after 5 hours⊠But hey! At least it worked right? đ You better not be broke or know how to at least bake shit so you can get at least 5 seconds of peace before it returns to chaos again⊠But when was the MBCC ever quiet anyways? Stink, they might as well put a straightjacket on you so you wouldnât be tweaking⊠- Timeskip to Ninety-nineâs arrival, you and Hella managed to become pookies somehow⊠So obviously, she introduced you to Ninety-nine, who tried to commit die on you the first time you met⊠Yeah, you still get the heebie-jeebies now and then when she approaches you, though some of yaâll might be into that so⊠(Ignore this part đ€žââïž) Ninety ended up liking you after she saw how you were basically pookies with Hella⊠She ended up becoming your pookie, too! <3 - But good lord you are still sleep deprived, and when both of them are in the same cell well⊠Safe to say, you are never getting a good night sleep in those days because of how⊠Chaotic evil the two seemed to be whenever theyâre both paired up⊠</3 - Unlike Hella who can be bribed with sweets or money, unfortunately, you cannot bribe Ninety-nine⊠But! If yaâll managed to get even closer, sheâll probably quiet down if youâd ask⊠Stink, I can just imagine the sad hamster meme that youâd do thatâll make Ninety-nine quiet down for a bitâŠ! But itâs not like itâs her fault that her mania level is so unstable⊠đ But anyways! Whenever sheâs around, you donât complain about the noise too much. Youâd rather sacrifice sleep and stay up if anything bad happens while her mania level spikes up⊠You are a real pookie for braving the storm to help her out despite how dangerous it is and how it can get you killed!!! - Anyways, enough with the angst but if you somehow managed to hang around them a lot, you get to be a part of the shenanigans as well! Though, I donât think chief and adjutant Nightingale would enjoy another chaotic evil to deal with when they already have a lot to deal with the others⊠đ©â𩯠đ©â𩯠đ©â𩯠Though you end up becoming the voice of reason when they are about to do something⊠Stupid. đ§ââïž - Yeah⊠Me thinks youâre more of a chaotic good rather than evil because you either ride with it or prevent another crisis to save the bureau from a mountain pile of paperwork⊠Me thinks youâd developed a migraine alongside with Chief and Nightingale due to how much⊠Shit they can do in one day⊠Like, I imagine you getting flabbergasted at the amount of property damage they can commit⊠Over opening a damn cookie jar. A jar. Right⊠A cookie⊠Damn it. Sighs, but oh well nothing is ever boring with the two and I guess⊠You wouldnât have it in any other way⊠Right? ? Life is never boring when you're around these two!
#path to nowhere#ptn#platonic ptn#ptn x reader#path to nowhere x reader#Hella x reader#Ninety-nine x reader
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Ninety-nine Ă Fem!Reader
NSFW Drabble.
Notes: A nice balance of poorly written smut and dumb crack that intruded on my brain mid writing. Not much to really give warnings for other than NSFW content, guess maybe some light exhibitionism and uhh⊠kinda rough. I dunno.
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She's going to break you, you just know it. Mind and body, both torn apart under the searing heat of her touch.
Normally she is much more gentle, almost doting any time she thinks she put a small bruise on you. Normally she prefers to have you hold onto her arm rather than to hold you in her clawed hands. Pressing her lips against the top of your head as she pulls you into her lap during meals. Ninety-nine ignores the relentless teasing from Hella, but you would only light up with cheeks as red as your girlfriend's eyes.
But normally she is not growling like a beast and staring down at you with a more ravenous hunger then you'd ever seen. Normally she doesn't have your legs spread wide for her and wrapped around her hips. Normally she doesn't burn a strap-on cock into you with all the desperation of if it were real.
Spread out over the small bed of her cell, the torn up shreds of your work uniform scatter the floor like confetti. Her body pins you down under her, one of her clawed hands holds both of your up out of the way, her other wrapped around your torso, pressing your body up against hers as her hips beat down on you.
Her head remains firmly pressed into the nape of your neck, taking deep inhales of your scent with each breath. Growling hungrily, and scraping her teeth against your soft skin. Her hips crash down on you over and over, little rhythm present in her thrusts, just force and desperation.
"Mine." She growls occasionally, punctuating each repeat of the word with a hard bite at your neck.
Her teeth dig into you again, you scream out at the feeling, long past caring if other residents can hear you. "Ninety! Baby! S-slow do- ah fuck- down!" You plea, voice hoarse and barely legible between cried moans.
Again she only answers in a possessive growl. Her grip on you heats up, her body is so hot it could leave burn marks on your skin. Her eyes burning bright as they take on a glow but no hint of the malice that normally causes it, Ninety-nine stares at you with only adoration, she has a terrible hunger that even after using you so much already, still has yet to be sated.
You hear noise from outside the cell, footsteps and voice. There's shouting, who they are you can't tell, how many there are is also lost on you. Your senses can only focus on one thing, one person, and that's Ninety-nine, your girlfriend as she sates herself on you. As the rubber cock she's kept buried in your cunt pounds you closer and closer to yet another release.
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"So why did you call me down here to help? You've got enough guards already!" Hella complains, her metal pipe thrown over her shoulder.
"Y/n went to handle the in person monitoring of Ninety-nine, but she hasn't come back for hours and our calls have gone straight to voicemail." The Chief states, eyes locked on the hallway in front of them as the clatter of numerous boots echoes off the walls.
"We assumed that you would be able to help pacify her if things are amiss." Nightingale cuts in.
"What? No way Ninety-nine would do anything to Y/n! She's more like a puppy around that girl than any kind of monsters I've seen before." Hella laughs for a moment, a loud echoing scream wrenching through the halls. Bouncing off the walls deafeningly, coming from the direction of Ninety-nine's cell.
Hella takes off running in an instant, pipe ready to swing at whatever she may come across. Anything that it may take to snap Ninety-nine out of whatever rage she's fallen into before she can hurt Y/n. The sound of the Chief and other Bureau guards not far behind her.
The screams grow louder, nearer and nearer they sprint to the cell where Y/n had been trapped with a raging Ninety-nine.
Hella skids to a halt in front of the cell, shouting to try and pull the red eyed woman's attention. "Ninety-nine! Wait, you know you don't want to hurt- Jesus fucking!-" Hella sharply turns back towards the Chief, arms thrown out "stop don't come closer!" Her voice cracks.
Nightingale and the Chief both skid to a halt, the pair staring at the short woman confused by her sudden flushed expression.
"Uh, Hella, move we need to-" the Chief starts.
Hella shifts to stop them from moving around her, "no you don't!"
Scoffing Nightingale attempts to pass the smaller woman,"we do, we have to subdue Ninety-nine before she-" being stopped by Hella holding her pipe out in front of her.
"Ninety-nine's fine! They're both fine! Don't come closer!" Hella dances between stopping Nightingale and the Chief.
A loud screamed moan echoes from the cell, the Chief pushing past Hella to see past the bars. "Y/n is everythiii-" their voice trails off, furious red overtaking their features as they quickly pivot to face the collection of guards, "yep! Everyone leave! Things are fine! We have to go."
"What's going on?" Nightingale scans over the pair now blocking the hall.
"Nothing! Nothing we need to be seeing. Let's go." The Chief signals for the guards to leave, and with Hella's help, corrals the group away from the cell.
Another of Y/n's screams echoes through the halls as the elevator doors close the group off.
#path to nowhere x reader#Ninety-nine x reader#x reader smut#Hella shows up for a little bit#not really related to the smut though#I dont know how to tag stuff...#ptn x reader#path to nowhere#ok thats enough#I'm done#tags are hard#don't fucking judge me
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Haloo, Can I get a ninety nine x FEM reader(chief) from ptn? The plot It's like ninety nine found out that some of the sinners are doing seggs with chief and somehow she was curious what chief's face would look like and how she mĂž@ns so she decided to sneak out of her cell one night and went to chief's office
This was funny and hot to write at the same time and I was confused whether to make it NSFW or not. Also, 99 deserves more content too man I want to see her in lighthearted events and how she's doing after her interro
18+ CONTENT
Game: Path to Nowhere
Characters: Ninety-Nine x fem!reader (Chief)
Type: Smut with plot
The MBCC Cafeteria was buzzing with noise and activity as it was time for dinner, the Sinners assembled and took their seats after a tiring training regime and were already pleasantly digging in their food. Ninety-Nine was seated with Hella and silently ate her portion while Hella chatted away with EMP and others, that's when Ninety-Nine overheard some Sinners on the table beside her talk about a strange topic.
"Hey, who's going to accompany Chief tonight? Yesterday the Countess went, right?" it was Bai Yi who spoke.
"I believe it's your turn tonight, Ms Bai Yi. Unless you are interested to switch?~" a red-haired woman spoke, Ninety-Nine remembered her name was Cabernet.
"Hey, don't take my chance so easily! I have been waiting for so long~"
"So have we all, Ms Bai Yi. Chief had been busy for weeks and we had to stop this.... routine of ours~" the psychologist, Chameleon answered now.
"It was a shame, truly. We should help Chief relax now that she has time again~" Cabernet replied.
Curiosity took over Ninety-Nine as she heard more of the conversation, wondering what this 'routine' was. All of a sudden, Langley walked in near that table and sat down.
"Apologies, Bai Yi. But you'll have to give Chief to me tonight, I have important work to discuss." Langley said.
"That's not fair! I demand compensation for this!" Bai Yi roused, making Langley smirk.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll be given your due rewards~"
Bai Yi hummed in annoyance and accepted the deal. Now Ninety-Nine was even more curious, what was this routine that even Langley, the leader of the 9th Agency, was involved in? After dinner, Ninety-Nine discreetly made her way to your office and as expected, she found Langley inside. She couldn't hear nor see much from the glass opening on the door, but the sight in front caught her by surprise. Langley was all over you, roughly kissing you while pinning you on your table followed by pulling you to the couch and straddling you.
Ninety-Nine leaned in and wished to see better, but the couch was too far away from her view now and all she could see was your legs lying on Langley's shoulders while she rocked her body. She could hear faint sounds of moaning and whimpering and she was sure it was your voice. Ninety-Nine didn't know what to do, it felt like a crime standing there and watching this act unfold. Her body moved on its own and she practically ran back to her cell.
"That was.... the Chief does these things with other Sinners here? Has she also tried with Hella... No, that can't be. Hella would never accept, and I know Chief isn't that kind of person either. Not to mention, it looked like that other woman initiated it first. Everyone else also spoke of it as if they enjoyed it a lot...."
Ninety-Nine felt her body become warmer, her temperature rising unusually as the images of you moaning in pleasure ran through her mind. She pictured how your face may look, and she didn't realize how much she wanted to see you that way now. From then on, she regularly snuck to your office at the same hour and watched a different Sinner come in and have their fun.
She was surprised how many Sinners did this with you, and it looked like all of them had a good time for which they kept coming back. Their conversations during dinnertime also became more vivid and clear as they discussed specific actions they did with you, praising and fawning over your adorable reactions and surprising dominant moments. Ninety-Nine couldn't hold back anymore.
This time, she came to your office before anyone else could.
"Chief, do you have a minute?"
The familiar voice surprised you, "Ah, Ninety-Nine? Is everything okay?"
"Yes, I had... a question."
"Oh okay, sure. Ask away."
"What do you do every night with other Sinners?" Ninety-Nine asked with no hesitation at all, you almost choked on your coffee at her directness.
"W-What do you mean I do with other Sinners?!"
"I heard them talk about you at the cafeteria... and I have been watching you for a few days. Since when did you have this arrangement with them?"
Your face flushed at her statements, they talk about you and Ninety Nine has been spying on you? You wanted to hide in a corner now.
"I-I... I just do it for their own good. Some of them have certain... urges, and I fulfill them." you replied while looking away. Ninety-Nine hummed then stepped closer to you and forcefully pinned you to the wall.
"Do it with me too then." Ninety-Nine's statement came out as a command, an order. Her scarlet eyes gazed into your soul with determination, you knew she was absolutely serious.
"W-Wait, why? Are you having some problems in your body? I will have you treated the correct way, you shouldn't do this just because of others...."
"No... it's not that. I have never experienced such things, I don't know how it feels. But when I heard them talk about you, and heard your voice myself... I wanted it more. I wanted to see you in that state and hear you properly."
Your face flushed in embarrassment, was she talking about hearing you moan? You felt you had no choice. You never expected to do this with Ninety-Nine of all people, but somehow you were drawn to her and wanted to see how she is in that state. You finally agreed and like an animal in heat, Ninety-Nine lunged forward to press her lips to yours. Her movements were rough and erratic, she really had no idea what she was doing but she wanted to devour you.
"Wait wait, Ninety-Nine, slow down...!" you tried to speak in between the kiss and Ninety-Nine stopped in confusion.
"Is this not the way? I saw them do this every time before starting."
"N-No, you aren't wrong but you don't have to be so quick. You first have to set the mood a little and take it easy, shall I show you?"
"....Okay."
Ninety-Nine was calm but you could tell she was slightly nervous too, perhaps even intrigued. You smiled at her then guided her by her wrist to the couch and seated her beside yourself. She looked at you and waited for you to move and do something. You looked at her all over and suddenly felt nervous yourself, you had had sex with so many different people with different experiences but somehow initiating things yourself with someone like Ninety-Nine was challenging.
"Chief, what do I need to do?" Ninety-Nine questioned with sincerity, you could tell she really wanted this. You sighed then shifted closer and gently held her shoulders then leaned forward, slowly and steadily kissing her lips. She had the urge to kiss back roughly just like before but she held back and let you guide her. Your lips were soft to touch and pleasant to feel, she didn't realize how much she wanted this warmness more.
You tilted your head and kissed her deeper, swiping your tongue across her lips and on instinct, she parted her mouth slightly and you took the opportunity to go in. You moved your tongue with hers and passionately kissed her, Ninety-Nine was taken aback by the intimacy. Her body temperature rose like never before, it wasn't anger that was fueling her but something completely different.
"....Mmh~" Ninety-Nine moaned when you pulled back from the kiss, slightly panting as you gazed at her.
"H-How was it...?" you asked.
"....Not bad, I can see what you mean."
You smiled then trailed your gaze over her neck and chest, feeling aroused looking at her exposed skin.
"Do we remove our clothes now?"
"Ah, do you want to continue to that....?"
"Of course, that's what I want."
You nodded then slowly moved your arms around her and removed her top to expose her breasts. She did the same to you and removed your shirt, intently gazing at your naked form which made you slightly embarrassed. Her eyes trailed towards your pants and her hands were already on the move to discard them.
"I want to do what they do with you, Chief."
"....Everyone does different things, they all have different desires and way of doing it. You shouldn't want to follow them. Tell me, what do you want, Ninety-Nine?"
Ninety-Nine was at a loss of words for a while as she pondered deeply then finally spoke, "I.... I want to see you and hear you. I don't know how to do that but.... that's what I want."
"Alright then, is there something your body is telling you to do? Some kind of urge you are getting?"
"I...." Ninety-Nine was breathing hard and gazing at you. As if being controlled by her urges, she pounced on you and pushed you down on the couch then straddled your lap.
"This... I want to do this."
You blushed then cupped her face and pulled her down into a passionate kiss once again. Ninety-Nine was more confident now, her tongue moving impatiently to taste you. Her knee dug into your core making you moan into the kiss, and she only wanted to hear that more. She released the kiss and sat up on your lap then brushed her hand across your core, dipping it past your pants and touching your clit.
You softly gasped and squeezed your thighs together but Ninety-Nine was quick to shove them apart followed by taking off your pants and underwear completely. She looked at your throbbing wet core and felt arousal rising in her own body, her eyes intensely gleaming at the sight.
"I know I have to do it here. But tell me how to."
You nodded and she extended her hand towards your folds, slowly and gently rubbing her fingers on them. She was too focused on how her fingers moved, scared to unintentionally hurt you. Your softly moaned at her ministrations, your sounds making her more eager and she looked up to see you being all hot and aroused.
"Hah.... you are doing it right. Just... try moving here now, mhm~" You guided her hand towards your clit and she grasped the bud then lightly squeezed it, earning a whimper from you.
"Ngh~ Yes.... just.... rub and circle it.... aah.... slowly and easily...."
Ninety-Nine nodded and did as you told, circling your clit with her index finger and thumb followed by gently pressing and pulling it. You threw your head back with a moan, and she was determined to go further. She moved her hand towards your vulva and inserted a finger inside, your eyes widening in ecstacy and your body spasming.
"Aaah! Yes... you can put in 2 fingers... N-Ninety Nine...."
Ninety-Nine nodded and inserted another finger, slowly pushing your walls apart and going in until they were completely hilted inside. It was so warm and wet, she thought. Your walls were clenching her fingers and drenching them in your juices. She then attempted to pull them out and earned another whimper from you.
"Y-Yea...thrust them... you are doing right, aaahn!~"
Ninety-Nine quickly sheathed them inside and hit your sensitive spot, your body arching. She looked up to see your face drowned in absolute pleasure, this is what she wanted. She continued the thrusting movement as you said and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy this, it was a different feeling inside her and she wanted it more. She gazed at you exposed neck and suddenly leaned down to kiss your collarbone, her fingers not stopping their movements at all.
"Aaah.... I'm cumming.... keep doing this, Ninety-Nine... mhm~"
She licked up your neck and kissed your jaw on complete instincts, she didn't know what compelled her to but she felt like marking you like an animal. She scissored her fingers and hit all the right spots, her thumb even circling your clit now. You wrapped your arms around her and arched up as you released on her palm, a loud and melodic moan ringing in her ear. She pulled out her fingers and saw them covered in your juices while you panted and came down from your orgasm.
"T-There's tissue.... in the drawer.... haah..."
You pointed to the drawer in your table for her to wipe her hand but to your surprise, she licked up all your release from her fingers. The sight was erotic, to say the least. She was lapping them up like a starved dog, and you couldn't help but wonder how she would eat you out if you made her.
"Hmm.... slightly sweet and sticky. I see why that red-haired woman likes doing this so much."
"R-Red haired woman? Does she mean Cabernet?! Just how much has she seen me with others?!" you thought, bewildered.
"Do you.... want to do more?" Ninety-Nine asked.
"....I don't mind. Let me do it to you now." you said with a smile and Ninety-Nine smiled back as well, a rare smile on her face.
#path to nowhere#ninety nine#ptn#ptn x reader#ptn ninety nine#ninety nine x reader#99 x reader#path to nowhere x reader
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all the wolf-like strong possessive and powerful sinners become domestic puppies after their child is born i swear to god. soft and nice bunny-like sinners get extremely supportive and even softer than before and mischievous cat-like or bird-like sinners become an absolute disaster they spoil their child as much as they can and they teach them lots of... things. not always the best things but hey does it matter? who cares! their child is happy! they're laughing and smiling and simply enjoying their parent's company. so what matters more? some social policies...? never!
YAASSSS I AGREE 1000% this is gonna get long so I'll need to put a read more...I got carried away đł If you want more added, lemme know! đ€©
Zoya becomes a very compassionate and protective parent. She always makes sure to deal with her children's needs while helping you out with anything around the house. She dresses up, tea dates, and spoils them!
Rahu is a bit awkward still and more protective than any other parent. She will ensure their safety no matter what and might be deemed around them too much. However, she has the gentlest touch with them because she's afraid of harming them in anyway.
Ninety-Nine has a bit of clueless aura with her. She never envisioned herself as a parent, but here she is. She relies heavily on you until she gets her own groove, but she is very loving and caring to her children. She may teach them a few nasty habits!
Shalom is ironically a tender and loving parent. She teaches her children so much about the world but doesn't shy away from the bad. She warns them and prepares them when their older. She loves having tea parties with them and sitting down reading books with them.
Langley is one of the strictest parents out of the women. It's simply because she expects so much from her children and knows they can do it! She is very caring and teaches them all they need to know. She prefers sitting with them and teaching them, not some tedious tea parties. A little coaxing she'll cave.
Coquelic is very supportive and yet stern. She has a very creative view of everything. She insists on her children to look into gardening, but if they dont, it's okay! She supports them no matter what they choose to do and encourages with a smile on her lips.
Cinnabar is the most fun-loving mother. She's protective, caring, compassionate, and soft. She looks out for every one of her children with a watchful eye and does whatever they want to do, as long as it's not bad, of course! She always insists on family time to form a bond that is one of the strongest yet. Her family means everything to her.
#claire talks#path to nowhere#ptn#path to nowhere x reader#ptn x reader#path to nowhere langley#path to nowhere zoya#path to nowhere ninety-nine#path to nowhere shalom#path to nowhere rahu#path to nowhere coquelic#path to nowhere cinnabar
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Big dog Ninety-Nine :0
Big dog deserves big head pats đ
I don't have 99 yet, so her characteristic is my personal delulu.
Can eat A LOT, easily irritated when failing basic life skill, self-preservation increase when training with others, mostly calm around a gremlin Hella, nice to us because Hella is nice to us, have i told you her appetite is big?
Girlfailure soggy hungry puppy
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birthday wish;
itoshi sae x female reader. wc 2.4k
content: fluff. some profanity. slight making out. birthday fic for sae <3
summary: itâs itoshi saeâs birthday. the world hates you. youâve never been a lucky one. being âshit out of luckâ is the only thing you know. the tables must turn.
if higher beings do exist, they really must hate you. they must. you canât fathom your bad luck otherwise.
not only did your cab to the airport run into an hour long jam, your connecting flight also got delayed and now youâre running a day late.
all you get to see is the group chat blowing up, people sending pictures of others, of each of their antics. thereâs a photo of everyone together except you.
because your business trip is a pain in the ass.
because it made you miss a weekend getaway with your friends in hokkaido.
because even when they made the effort to convince the birthday boy to make a little side trip back to tokyo, youâre still too late for that.
if it was anyone else, youâd have been fine with it. as much as you feel guilty about that.
but itâs sae. itâs itoshi fucking sae and you canât even remember the last time you saw him in person because everyone elseâs schedules match except yours. the world has driven a constant wedge between you and sae and you hate it.
is there any other emotion to be reserved when that happens to you and a boy youâve had a crush on since forever?
meeting itoshi sae as a kid was exciting, hopeful. falling for itoshi sae when he was a teen leaving japan for opportunities elsewhere was giddying. sometimes you canât believe that someone you know is that successful, and other times you hate the fact that heâs so far away because of it.
more than half the time, heâs in spain. heâs never where you are at least ninety-nine percent of the time. the one occasion he was, which was three years ago over new yearâs, you were fucking sick.
and all he sent you was a text telling you to get better while the rest of your group of friends get to hang out with him.
though, you suppose thatâs a good thing. he barely ever texts anyway, and you donât initiate, if only out of fear for getting in his way. (as if small speech bubbles could get in his way at all.)
you sigh helplessly as you reach the immigration hall, even more irritated as you look at the time. already past midnight, saeâs flight wouldâve already left by nowâor, actually, an hour ago because he doesnât have your bad luckâso you donât even have the chance of bumping into him at the airport.
whoopee.
your phone finds itself tossed into your duffel bag at your irritation. unwarranted but it is what it is. by the time you finally get your luggage and exit, youâre exhausted. from the disappointment, the delays, everything.
itâs only when you walk a couple more steps, lugging your things behind you when you stop in your tracks, your boots suddenly feel like theyâre one with the marble below them.
âdidnât think your luck could get any worse.â
is it possible for your heart to feel like it isnât functioning properly after hearing a voice? a voice that you havenât heard physically for who knows how long now?
you have to take a deep breath to even get his name out. âsaeâŠ?â
his brows furrow before he cocks one, sighing as he propels himself forward from against the railing, hands in his jacket pocket as he takes a few steps towards you. his face is hidden behind a black mask, his hood pulled over his head but you can still see the clear piercing teal of his eyes and the same nonchalant expression he always wears in his interviews.
youâve seen a bunch of them.
âwho else would i be?â he sighs again, like heâs exasperated, before he grabs the luggage handle from you and starts tugging it behind him.
it occurs to you seconds later that he expects you to follow him when he doesnât even turn behind.
âwait wait.â you nearly trip over your own feet as you scramble to catch up to him, feeling out of shape the moment you fall into step beside him. âdidnât you have a flight to spain, like, an hour ago?â
you couldnât have gotten the timing wrong because you triple checked it in the group chat.
sae makes a confused noice in his throat before shrugging. âpushed it a day later.â
he doesnât elaborate. like he always does. or doesnât.
âbut why? donât you have training right after you land? or, when you were supposed to land?â
his body brushes your side when he sidesteps someone on his right. youâre ashamed of how your heart skips a beat.
âi have training the day after. i just wanted to get a day to nurse my jet lag if i could. i could still make training if i leave tomorrow.â
heâs always to the point. but heâs intentionally evading a part of your question.
âbut whyââ
âiâm hungry. you hungry?â he asks, and you can only blink. you canât even say anything before your stomach growls and answers for you and sae doesnât have to wait for your response.
he holds your luggage with his right, and his left hand reaches out for you, warmth enveloping as he tugs you beside him into the nearest izakaya, swiftly getting a table for two in the privacy of their special corner table and all he had to do was remove his mask.
âitâs a little late but⊠happy birthday,â you whisper to him across the table.
saeâs gaze flicks over to you, blank expression as he just stares at you for a moment. âno itâs not,â he says, and upon your confused expression continues, âi got your text.â
right, because you used the shitty in-flight wifi to try and get your message to him. looks like it worked.
âoh, good then,â you heave a sigh of relief as you let yourself relax, subtly slinking lower against the booth.
over supper, sae purposely asks you questions, about your work, your days, life in general, overloading you with them so you donât even have a chance to ask him anything thus far.
neither of you even realise that itâs not a 24-hour place, but itâs not a surprise that being itoshi sae has its privileges. before long, the only customers are you and the boy you like and your impatience that puts its foot down and bites the bait.
âwhy did you push your flight back, sae?â
his bowl is long cleared and all he has to busy himself with is the hot ocha on his side. he looks out the window for a moment, as if contemplating something before he spots the waiter and asks for the bill.
another attempt at shaking the question off that wonât earn him any points because the moment you step out of the airport and into the chilly air outside, you question him again.
âsae, tell me.â
sae takes a deep breath, and you can see the bare hint of a flush in his cheeks. itâs not that obvious, but you can see it.
he finally lets up for the first time tonight, the life granting a glint in his eyes. he chuckles, and he shakes his head, though his smile is subtleâjust barely visible.
âyouâre still as irritating as when you were a kid, you know?â he remarks, and you find yourself crossing your arms before he finally relents.
after a small pause, he takes a step towards you, his body barely inches from yours. he leans down to your ears, with a voice thatâs barely a whisper, âi wanted my birthday wish to come true.â
this isnât fair, itoshi sae.
âand whatâs that?â you ask because heâs still there, his neck right next to your lips and sucking the energy out of you because itâs always nerve-wracking being near him even if youâve known him most of your life. l
âi wantedâŠâ he pauses, hesitant to say, âto see you. in person.â
and he finally straightens back up, giving you room to breathe.
is it greedy of you to not be satisfied? you feel like this could be a fever dream. are you sick?
âwhy?â you ask again, and you find yourself trailing after him when he refuses to answer.
sae flags down a cab, telling him your address, word for word correctly and it doesnât register to you that despite never having been there, he remembers it like the curve of the soccer ball, like the arc of his passes.
nothing is ever too much effort if itâs worth it.
youâve just never thought you were ever in saeâs head.
by the time you reach your apartment, the both of you are shriveling in awkwardness, too stubborn and stupid for too long that youâre too used to it.
âthis one, right?â sae asks when he gets to your unit, the one in the corner of the top floor.
you nod weakly, and sae purses his lips before he pushes the luggage towards you.
âget some rest. you must be tired,â is all he tells you before he starts to make a move, heading back towards the elevator.
but youâre sick of it. sick of the chances you never take and sick of how youâre too scared to even try. your fingers reach out to grab the hem of his jacket sleeve, holding him back.
âi wanted to see you too,â you declare, even if he never asked. you get greeted by the sight of his widening eyes, by the slight upward tug of his lips. âyouâre never free when i am and i justâfuckâi hate it. and youâre so accomplished and iâm happy for you, really, but i⊠i miss you.â
(sae looks at you, looking at the floor, looking guilty as if saying you miss someone is a sin. he feels the way his heart aches in his chestâfuck, did he really miss you this much too?
heâs used to having the upper hand, always having you squirm in embarrassment, but why does he feel like itâs slipping with every instance heâs about to tell you how he really feels about you? why is it slipping every single time he sees you smile? in your photos, your stories, even the emojis you send in your fucking texts.)
âyeah, missed me that much?â he asks, teasing you a little as he sees your feet shift nervously.
what you do next catches him completely off-guard, his eyes snapping shut the moment you grab his jacket lapel, pulling him close and kissing him, tasting so sweet he would be tempted to ask you to do that all night.
by the time you pull away, sae isnât ready. heâs not ready anymore. to leave you. not so soon. youâve always been one of the few reasons he couldnât bear to leave japan and not seeing you all this time has helped him tolerate it. now that youâre here, in the flesh, his fingers digging into your hips, he doesnât think he can leave.
âyou- um- what timeâs your flight tomorrow?â you ask, breathless when you finally manage to pull away.
sae groans, shaking his head. âdonât wanna talk about that, doesnât matter itâs fine, iâll make it,â he mutters, eyes shutting close again because the next second heâs chasing your lips, swallowing your chuckles as you stumble to open your apartment door.
he makes the effort to kick your luggage inside before he feels his back hitting the back of the door, eyes flying open and being greeted with a smirk on your face.
so you have this kind of side to you too.
sae smiles a little wider now, shaking his head when you wrap your arms around his neck, jumping up with your legs around his waist as you drown him in kisses that would probably last him at most a few days.
âsorry, i know this is more than you wished for,â you laugh weakly in between kisses.
sae shakes his head. âi donât mind a bonus,â he jokes, and you hit him playfully on the chest.
itâs a little surreal to you that the boy youâve had a crush on for half your life is actually reciprocating. youâve watched him play pro-soccer since he was a teen until now, when youâre both full-fledged adults. youâve never thought that anything would work out. not when youâre just barely navigating through life while he has his whole career figured out.
not when youâre always shit out of luck. but if this is the kind of luck that you get, youâll take it.
âi⊠iâve always liked you, itoshi sae,â you confess, foreheads pressed against one anotherâs as he continues to hold you in his arms, stronger than you remember.
a low hum leaves his throat. âi know, rin told me the first time i came back to japan from spain.â
you might actually kill rin.
(sae bites back a chuckle. he never thought of it much at all back then. he barely cared for anything except soccer. he canât even remember when he started to think of you more. miss you. wish to see you on birthdays, on new year eves, on new years, christmases, whatever occasions there are in a year.)
âi think i might love you,â he confesses, and it takes your breath away.
you can only blink, slowly letting it sink in. you get down off his arms, both of you locking gazes and never looking away.
âthink you could do that from halfway across the world too?â you ask.
it dawns on him what youâre afraid of, but after years of pining for you, sae has no doubt in his head.
âthink i could do that forever, no matter where we are,â sae assures you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. âcould you grant me one more wish?â
you swallow the lump in your throat. âwhat is it?â
âbe mine.â
and this is his birthday (itâs still not 11 october in other parts of the world!) but you feel like itâs your lucky day.
âi think iâve always been yours, itoshi sae.â
and for the first time since youâve known him, you see him smile. wider than youâve ever seen. you finally see the path clearing, you can finally tell, somehowâitoshi sae will be yours for life.
#i JUST put this together so pardon any mistakes :â) but i hope you guys still enjoy it <3#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#sae x reader#itoshi sae x reader#bllk x you#bllk x y/n#sae x you#sae x y/n#itoshi sae x you#itoshi sae x y/n#itoshi sae fluff#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#à«Ș aeriâs fics !
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Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Words: 1k
Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader (Godly parent not specified)
Synopsis: Clarisse was fine with not getting anything she wanted until she laid her eyes on you.
Warnings: Pining, whipped!Clarisse, This is mostly in Clarisse's POV, handling of dangerous weapons (a dagger and a spear). [Let me know if I missed any.]
A/N: I apologize if the storyline is messy. I wanted this to be longer, but my attention span was not cooperating with me today. I had to take a lot of breaks while writing this because I could not sit still for more than five minutes.
masterlist || previous work
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Clarisse remembers the first time she saw you.
You were in the forge, polishing some of the newly-made spears because you had nothing better to do. You were under the supervision of Luke since he was showing you around, but the boy had kept his distance, opting to just watch from the sidelines as you worked. Clarisse had walked into the forge, the chatter that was going on around you stopping. You discontinued what you were doing in order to look at her, wondering why your fellow campers were on-edge at her presence.
Your eyes met hers, taking her aback.
She hadnât seen you before.
Once Clarisse realized that she was staring, she promptly cleared her throat, scowling. âWhat are you looking at, newbie?â She asked, crossing her arms. Her plans on scaring you, however, failed when you smiled sheepishly.
You had been equally mesmerized by her, something that she failed to notice. âSorry, youâre just soââ
Clarisse held her breath, preparing herself for an accusation (that sheâs mean and terrifying â both of which are true, but words that sting nonetheless). Though, itâs not like sheâs going to think about it for the rest of â
ââPretty.â You conclude your sentence.
Oh.
Clarisseâs brows furrowed. She thought she would hear something insulting, but instead she was met with a compliment? Her eyes searched yours once again, looking for a trace of malice. She didnât find any, which made her confusion stir all the more. She scoffs, furious at herself for not being able to figure you out. âWhatever.â Clarisse walks away, turning her back on you so as to not show her weakness. She storms back to the Ares cabin, forgetting the reason why she went to the forge in the first place.
You frown as you look at the dagger in your hand, examining the initials engraved on the grip.
C.L.R.
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The next time Clarisse saw you was when you were watching her train, your eyes following her every move. Clarisse pretended to ignore you until she found herself unable to focus. She put down her spear, turned to you and asked, âWould you like me to teach you?â before she could even stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth.
You nodded eagerly, âYes, please.â
You walked over and Clarisse pretty much had to use all her self-restraint to not just stand there and stare at you.
ââŠAlright, so you hold this andââ
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It had been ages since that day.
Even though you and Clarisse have gotten closer, there was still a part of her that longs for more. See, ninety-nine percent of the time, her wishes donât come true. Or it does, for a little while, but then it gets ripped away from her grasp. She gets her hopes up and then it all comes crashing down â a cycle that never ends.
Clarisse has come to terms with the thought that she will never gets what she wants. She supposed that she was okay with that, but then you came along and everything changed. For every smile, every crinkle of your nose, every stupid joke that made you laugh, she finds herself wanting to wish that you would feel the same way she does.
âClary?â
She snaps out of her reverie and looks at you, âYes?â She felt embarrassed for not paying attention, smiling apologetically.
âI asked if you wanted toââ
âYes.â
You sit up in her bed, laughing. âI havenât even finished the sentence yet.â You grab her hand gingerly, locking your fingers together. âI was going to ask if you wanted to go with meââ
âYes.â
âClarisse,â You whine, âLet me continue first.â You pout, trying to let go of her hand, but Clarisse wouldnât let you.
Clarisse shakes her head, holding on to your hand firmly while her other brushes a strand of hair away from your face. âI donât care. Iâll go wherever you go.â She says genuinely. Being that close to you made Clarisseâs heart race, but she couldnât bring it in herself to look away because then youâll know that something was up.
You stare at her in disbelief, crossing your arms, âReally? Youâll go with me to show the new kid around camp?â
Her lips purse and you know youâve got her. Clarisse lets out a sigh of resignation. âNo.â She mumbles. As much as sheâd love to spend more time with you, she and you have very opposing ideas on how to welcome new campers.
âThought so.â You deadpan.
âWhy are you the one doing it, anyway?â
âBecause Iâm still in trouble for staying past curfew two days ago, pretty girl.â
Clarisse froze at the nickname. If her heart wasnât beating fast before, it surely was now. You chuckle, beginning to make your way out of the bed. âHey, no, where are you going?â Clarisse grabs your hand, another laugh escaping you.
âTo give that tour.â You roll your eyes, successfully prying your hands away from Clarisseâs grip. You ignore her sounds of protest as you make your way to the door.
Clarisse could feel her stomach drop, feeling the warmth slip away the further your distance becomes. The longer she stares at you with your back turned, the longer she thinks you would leave without saying goodbye. To her surprise (and not for the first time), you look back at her.
âIâll see you later at the bonfire.â You lean against the doorframe, your eyes narrowing. âDonât be late, alright?â
Clarisse rolls her eyes at the look you give her. She was only late one time and that was because she was debating with herself whether to give you flowers or not. She wanted to tell you the real reason why she was late, but decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut. âI wonât.â She says instead.
âGood.â You straighten your posture, putting one foot out the door while a hand rested on the doorframe, giving Clarisse a smile she knows you only reserved for her. Only when she smiles back do you actually take your leave.
Clarisse gets a sense of hope upon your departure.
Maybe it would be different this time.
She leans back against the bed frame, sending out the same prayer to every god she could think of.
Please, please, please let me get what I want.
#clarisse la rue#clarisse pjo#clarisse la rue x y/n#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse x reader#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson series
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â° full house
the devils month - day thirtyone
featuring: jing yuan x den heng il x blade x f!reader
summary: the general's "old friends" pay him a visit, where they get to meet you, his cute little toy for the first time.
tags: smut, foursome/gangbang, choking, spitting, implied squirting, face fucking, praise, degredation, p in v, finishing inside, triple penetration, dan heng has two cocks fight me.
wc: 3.5k
your arrangement with the general is quite simple. he makes sure you donât get drafted into the cloud knights, despite your family's wishes, and in return, you keep him company. you see, being general is quite a straining duty, and therefore the jing yuan rarely has free time of his own; hence, relationships and intimacy are almost unknown to him. of course, until you came along. your little deal has been going on for a while now; it has almost been a year since it started, and life is great. he dresses you up, treats you to the finest dishes in the luofu and makes your eyes roll back in the best way possible.
the only âdownsideâ is that you canât deny his sexual advantages, but ninety-nine percent of the time, youâre in need of good dick anyways. today is no exception.
right now youâre lounging in the generalâs office while heâs managing some paperwork. your day had been mostly uneventfulâthat was until the doors to his office abruptly opened. in walk 2 men, one with dark hair and a sour expression, the other definitely a vhidyadara, with a more neutral expression. despite your shock, the general doesnât seem fazed at all. in fact, he seems quite happy. he gives them a short nod as they enter his office, taking in the familiar room and making themselves at home.
itâs not long until their eyes settle on you, confused as to what a mere thing like you is doing in the great general's office.
âwhat is that doing in here?â the dark-haired man spouts, clearly unimpressed by your presence.
the general lets out a chuckle, âher? donât mind her. sheâs simply keeping me company.â he finally looks up, doing a one-over on the three of you, giving you a short smile as he turns back to face his friends.
âhow unbecoming of you, dear general. keeping a concubine at your disposal,â the dark haired man gestures dismissively in your direction, stepping further into the room, closing the distance between him and the general.
jing yuan steps away from his desk, making his way down to the lower area of his office, past his friends, and to the sofa, occupying the space next to you. ânow, now, blade, no need to be so aggressive,â he grips your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. âor are you perhaps jealous? sheâs quite the pretty thing, isnât she?â
the man you now know as blade scoffs, rolling his eyes at the display. "jealous? i have no reason to be." he stalks closer, looming over the two of you on the couch. "i just think it's pathetic, is all. a man of your stature, reduced to rutting with some common whore."
the other man finally speaks up, his calm voice cutting through the tension. "enough. itâs not our position to interfere in jing yuanâs affairs." he steps forward, making his way to the sofa. "although, i must agree, sheâs quite a stunning catch, general."
jing yuan smiles, his gaze never leaving yours as he addresses his friends. "indeed, den heng, she is quite stunning. and very talented as well." his hand slides higher up your thigh, his fingers tracing teasing patterns against your skin. âespecially on her knees.â
dan heng chuckles, his teal eyes glinting ever so slightly. "i can certainly see the appeal." he takes a seat on the other side of you, his large frame dwarfing your own. "perhaps we should stay and enjoy the general's hospitality a while longer, hmm?"
blade looks like he wants to object, but something in jing yuan's expression stops him. he settles for a scowl, crossing his arms over his chest. "fine. but make sure your whore behaves herself.â
you do your best to pay blade no attention, instead glancing over at the two men on either side of you. the general's touch is igniting a familiar heat in your core, letting sinful thoughts fill your head. a blush slowly creeps up your cheeks.
dan heng notices your reaction, a slow smile spreading across his face. "looks like the lady is eager to please." his hand joins jing juan's on your thigh, teasing your smooth skin.
jing yuan hums in agreement, his thumb brushing over your clothed sex. "mmm, indeed she is. and i aim to take advantage of that." he meets your gaze, his dark eyes smouldering with promise. "would you like that, dear? to have us use this slutty little body of yours?â
your breath hitches, your hips shifting restlessly under their combined touch. "yes," you whisper, your voice trembling with need. "please, i want... i want you.â you lock eyes with blade, looking down on you. ânoâi need you. all of you,â you plead, catching his attention too.
jing yuan grins, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in your pleading expression. "Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" his hand slides beneath your skirt, his fingers brushing against your damp panties. "don't worry, sweetheart. i promise by the end of the night, youâll be fucked dumb by us.â
dan heng chuckles, his own hand joining jing yuan's beneath your skirt. "indeed, we'll make sure this slutty little body of yours gets the thorough fucking it deserves." he presses a finger against your clothed sex, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
even blade seems to be wavering at the sight of your needy expression, his gaze specifically drawn to the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips. "i suppose there's no harm in indulging a bit," he mutters, moving closer to the sofa.
jing yuan smirks, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. "good girl. now, let's get these off, shall we?" he tugs the flimsy fabric down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. ânow on your knees, my pretty slut.â
you comply, of course, moving to kneel before them. jing yuan grins, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in your body beneath him. "that's it, my little slut. on your knees where you belong." his hand slides into your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he guides your head towards his crotch.
dan heng mirrors his actions, his own hand fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer to his own clothed erection. "open wide, whore. gonna use this pretty mouth of yours."
blade watches from the sidelines, his expression a mix of disgust and reluctant arousal. but as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, he seems to discard his hate. with a muttered curse, joins the other men, unfastening his pants and freeing his hardening cock.
jing yuan smirks, his grip on your hair tightening as he frees his cock, just before pulling you to face his member. "suck," he commands, his voice rough with need. "go on, show us what that slutty mouth can do."
you part your lips, allowing him to slide his throbbing length into your mouth. you moan around his length, the taste of his precum coating your tongue as you begin to bob your head.
dan heng grunts, his own cock twitching with anticipation as he watches you service jing yuan. "fuck, pretty," he breathes, grabbing your right hand and dragging it to palm his erection. "câmon, keep me busy with your hands."
you fumble with his pants, messily freeing his erection, noâerections. you can only spare him a quick glance, given how your face is busy taking jing yuan. but you can feel it nonethelessâtwo hardened lengths grazing your fingers, and theyâre big. you alternate between the two cocks, stroking and playing with them, eliciting sweet sounds from the dragon while youâre bobbing on the general's length.
blade steps closer, his expression unreadable as he watches you work. but as jing yuan pulls you off him, your mouth parting with a wet pop, he seems to make up his mind. he grips your face roughly, forcing your gaze to meet his.
"you want all of us, slut?" he growls, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. "then open up. i'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth until you're choking on my cock."
he doesnât wait for a response; instead, he thrusts forward, forcing his thick length past your lips. heâs much larger than you expected, making you gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat, but he doesn't relent. his hips snap, meeting your face as he fucks it with brutality. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe, but in all honesty, youâre quite enjoying the situation before you with the three men.
while your attention is divided between the vhidyadara and hunter, jing yuan takes matters into his own hands. kneeling down to meet your level, he starts to tug at your robes. his movements start off delicate, trying not to ruin the expensive garments he bought for you. but to no dismay, heâs not making any progress. he lets out a muttered curse under his breath as he opts to rip the garments instead, desperate to see your naked body displayed for him.
the rough motion makes you squeal around bladeâs length, getting quite the reaction out of him as his grip on your face tightens, fucking you harder. the cool air hits your body hard, instantly sending a shiver throughout your entire body. jing yuan's hungry gaze rakes over your exposed self, his hands skim over your curves, his touch possessive and demanding as he pulls you flush against him, away from the other men.
he swiftly picks you up, holding you in his firm arms while he moves you according to his will. he throws you down on the now-free sofa, with your ass up in the air. ever the generous general, he gestures to his two old friends, offering your body to them. âgo on, pretty. be a good whore for us,â he coos as he watches from a distance, hand fisting his cock. âyou gonna be a good girl and let them fuck you silly, hm?â
your response comes out in ragged breaths, due to the harsh treatment from not just the generalâbut his friends too. "please," you whimper, locking eyes with dan heng, pleading as you look up at him. "fuck me. use me like the slut I am.â
your pleading expression makes dan heng's eyes darken with lust, his gaze roaming over your exposed body with a sense of hunger that he doesnât even try to hide. "such a needy little whore," he growls, stalking closer to your body. "begging for our cocks like a bitch in heat.â
he grips your hips, his large hands spanning your waist as he positions himself behind you. you can feel one of his thick lengths pressing against your wet cunt, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate touches.
jing yuan chuckles darkly from his position in front of the sofa, his hand still fisting himself. "indeed, she is. my pretty little slut, so desperate to be filled and used."
blade scoffs, finding his place at your face once again, his expression emphasises the digust in his eyes as he towers over you. "pathetic," he spits, though his hips keep on thrusting forward, his cock sliding against your cheek. "reduced to rutting with a common whore." despite his harsh words, you can feel his length twitch against your skin, smearing his precum all over your face. you lick a small droplet on the corner of your lips, tasting the salty liquid before peppering him with kitten licks.
your desperation is evident at this point. den hengâs grip on your hips tightens as he grinds against you. "fuck, such a slutty little cunt," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "i bet you'd let anyone fuck your tight little holes, wouldn't you?"
his words send a shiver down your spine, your stomach clenching as he teases your entrance with one of his cocks, while the other rubs your sensitive nub perfectly. you're so close to being filled, your body aching for the stretch of cock.
jing yuan seems to sense your desperation as well, his hand sliding up your back as he leans in close. "Mmm, such a wet little cunt," he groans, his thumb circling your clit. "I bet she'll let us do anything we want to her, won't you, my pretty slut?"
replying seems impossible at this point, so instead, you push your hips further against him, grinding any friction you can get while you moan around bladeâs length. you donât look behind you, but you can hear a condescending tsk from dan hengâs direction. although youâre taken aback as you feel something light trail up your back, you do your best to ignore it; you can only manage for so long.
you try to turn around to see whatâs tickling your delicate skin. but before you can catch a glimpse, the same mysterious object wraps around your face. its ends are soft as it slithers down to your neck, tightening around it, making you gasp for air. itâs then that you realise that itâs his tailâheâs a vhidyadara, of course; it only makes sense for him to have one.
itâs with the movement of his tail that he finally enters you, pushing into your tight cunt at a painfully slow pace, making you feel every burn from being stretched around his cock. you cry out at the sensation, âoh, fuck!â you gasp, your body shaking from being so full. âs-so big! so fullââ
he smirks at the way your body is shaking, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your slick folds while the other continues to perfectly rub your clit. "that's it, take it all, you little whore," he growls, his hips snapping against your ass with each brutal stroke. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to be stuffed full of cock?"
jing yuan, watching from the best view in the house, chuckles darkly in front of you, the pace he set on himself slowly speeding up. "indeed, she is. my pretty little slut, desperate to be used like a cheap whore."
blade is surprisingly quiet, letting out grunts here and there as he continues to fuck your face, mesmerised by your wet eyes looking up at him. you bat your eyes at him like a helpless dear, which only made him harder, showing no mercy as he fucks your throat even harder. occasionally landing a few slaps to your poor cheeks. heâs close, so he grabs you by the hair and pushes you down on his cock one last time.
âdumb bitch,â he breathlessly spits. âtake it all, you fucking slut,â with that, he lets out what you can only assume is a low moan as he empties his load down your throat.
he pulls away from your mouth, a trail of saliva dangling between his cock and your lips. âopen,â he commands.
you part your lips for him, showing the cum mixed with your own spit inside your mouth. to your surprise, blade leans down, spitting there too, mixing his own saliva with yours. âswallow,â of course, you do. leaving him somewhat satisfied. âwhat an obedient slut, good bitch.â
after licking the remains of bladeâs cum off your face, the grip around your neck pulls you up so youâre standing on your knees. to your dismay, dan heng pulls out, leaving you completely empty. you whine out, disappointed in the three men. that is, until jing yuan grabs hold of your fragile body, lifting you up to place you on top of him as he sits down on the sofa.
âwhatâs wrong, dear?â he coos, feigning pity. âare you that desperate for my cock?â he grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. âwell go on, ride my cock. fuck yourself dumb for me, okay?â in an instance, youâre shifting your weight to slowly sink yourself down on his cock, letting out a loud cry as you completely sit down on him. although as you try to move, you find yourself being blocked once more, by that familiar feeling around your neck.
dan heng, who makes his presence evident behind you, grips your ass while he whispers into your ear. ânot yet, silly girl. thought you wanted to be stuffed full, ainât that right?â one of his hands is now holding his cocks, aligning the first with the very same hole that jing yuan is occupying and the other with your, currently empty hole.
he pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust. youâve never been so full before. part of you thinks you should be worried; at this rate, theyâll probably break you. but this is what you asked for, no? so you sit there and take it like a good cocksleeve, your limits being tested as dan heng finally bottoms out inside of you, placing a small kiss to the back of your head. âgood girl,â he whispers. âso good at taking cock, arenât you?â
instead of riding the general as he initially planned, he grips your hips, hoisting you up so he can instead thrust inside of you, moving at a brutally mean pace. normally, this would be fine. heâs trained you to be the perfect fucktoy for him. but as youâre currently finding out, taking him and two other cocks is quite the challenge.
you cry out, your slutty moans filling his office. at this point, youâre definitely loud enough for the guards stationed outside to hear you, but they know better than to interrupt the generals âprivateâ affairs. youâre crying, tears streaming down, landing on your breasts. you canât even think straight; even if you could, what the hell are you supposed to think about when youâre so full of cocks.
your pleasure only heightens when you feel a new sensation, something wet and hot gliding across your breasts. you manage to spare a teary glance to realise that itâs blade. sitting next to your general, he leans in closer, lapping up the tears that fall onto your plush tits all whilst stroking himself.
itâs all too much, you can feel your orgasm approaching you rapidly. and apparently, your general can too. âwhatâs this, pretty?â he murmurs in a lustful tone. âyou like being used by multiple men that much? you gonna cum fâme? cream mine and den hengs cocks?â his breath etching into the sides of your neck is only pushing you further; the hot heat making your sensitive skin feel like itâs set ablaze. âgo on then. make a mess for me, my pretty little slut.â
you didnât even notice until it was too late, but during the general's words, the vhidyadara man found his own release. his hot cum spurting out of both cocks, filling you up in both holes. heâs a mess, groaning and moaning at the sensation of being milked dry, babbling into your other ear about how youâre such a pretty concubine.
of course, he wonât pull out just yet, though. i mean, the very concubine herself hasnât come yet. despite the overstimulation, he keeps going, fucking his cum deep inside of you while he whispers into your ear. âjust like that. taking us so well, arenât you?â
youâre quite desperate yourself; the grip you have on jing yuan is much stronger than before, leaving crescent marks all over his biceps as you grind into the cocks. youâre so close, you can practically already feel it.
whether it was den hengâs whiny moan in your ears, bladeâs teeth biting your sesitive nipple, or jing yuan hitting that one spot that makes you see stars, your orgasm hits you hard. harder than ever, if you dare say so. you scream out, moaning the general's name as your vision goes blurry for a moment, gushing out all over jing yuanâs lap and definitely the sofa. the way youâre clenching around him is also enough to send him over the edge, fucking his cum deep inside of you as he rides out his own high. and of course, blade, whoâs watching the entire scenario unfold before him, pulls you to face him. your tits are on full display as he shoots his load all over them, letting it drip down your aching body.
collapsing on top of jing yuan, you finally have a moment to catch your breath. youâre covered in sweat and heaving hard as dan heng pulls out and makes himself comfortable on the sofa. you though, decide to stay and rest on your general, cock still inside of you, keeping the cum from earlier sealed. he himself is also out of breath, dazed expression falling across his face. he seems satisfied, but thatâs not all. youâre sure you can sense something else in his eyes.
your thoughts are confirmed as he clears his throat. âgood girl,â his voice is low, tickling the area next to your ear. âyou took us so well, you really are my perfect little cocksleeve.â he sends a reassuring smile your way as he tucks a stray piece of hair away from your face. although, his gaze quickly shifts into something⊠darker as the hand on your hip slowly trails down to the curve of your ass.
âso well that itâs only fair we return the favourâŠâ he holds your chin gently and you lock eyes with him once more. âisnât that right, gentlemen?â
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MIDAS TOUCH ⊠mark lee
pairing female!reader x spider!mark
synopsis just because your boyfriend is your friendly neighborhood spiderman, doesnât mean heâs a tough guy all the time. you especially know how to get his nerdy, awkward, boyish side to show when you express your likings towards someone else (even if they are fictional).
genre so much fluff, mark is so down bad itâs not even funny, slightly suggestive.
âdo you really think heâs tougher than me?â
your boyfriend, mark, whines as he hangs by his finger tips from your ceiling. you stood in front of your mirror, touching up your lipgloss with gentle strokes.
the tv played the daily news, clips of your boyfriend swinging around the city flash vibrantly catching his attention.
âiâm not saying heâs tougher than you mark. heâs a fictional character.â you sighed, looking at mark through the reflection in your mirror.
he still hung behind you, his spidey-skills giving him the ability to stick to any surface with ease. a small pout was on his lips, taking in your words but still watching the tv.
âi can literally swing from buildings and hang upside down. i bet he canât do that.â mark let go of one of his hands, throwing it out in protest.
you finalized your touch ups, turning around to tug on markâs t-shirt which had begun to ride up his torso. âyouâre seriously jealous of someone whoâs not even real?â
his eyes quickly tore away from the screen at the feeling of your fingertips on his bare skin. you smirked, seeing the way his cheeks and ears immediately began to flush a light pink.
âhow am i supposed to react when i see you giggling at some words on a page and not me?â he plops to the ground with a thud, moving past you quickly to hide his blushing. mark always tried to hide his dorky, awkward side from you even if he was unsuccessful ninety-nine percent of the time.
you laugh, quickly reaching out to tug him back by one of his belt loops by his hip. his steps stuttered before he looked back to see you looking up at him with a grin. âi laugh at you all the time spidey-boy.â
he finally turns around, leaning his body against your door frame accepting defeat. your other hand comes to hook around his waist, pulling yourself nearly flush against him.
âyeah-â he looks down at you not able to fight the urge. âbut youâre laughing at me. youâre a complete bully to me!â he goes on, your lips pulling more into a smile as he goes on.
âyou know,â you fight back your laugh, turning towards your desk where your book sat annotated to the brim, âhe wouldnât be acting like this.â you turn to see mark completely dumbfounded.
he tore his eyes away from you, scoffing as he looked at the book. how could you be so caught up in a guy who wasnât even real?
âhow would you feel if i was drooling over some girl in the movies we watch?â he dropped his head to the side, you almost swore his eyes were trying to trick you into feeling bad.
âfirst off, i would beat you to it.â you reached out and brushed his bangs that fell into his face away. âdonât beat yourself up markie, not every girl can say that they are are actually, not fictionally, dating spiderman.â you smiled as you continued to soothe him as your fingers raked against his scalp.
his pout morphed into a smiled at your words. âyeah, youâre rightâŠâ he leaned back against the wall, smirking to himself. â-not every girl gets to wake up and see these bad boys and know theyâre from my heroic duties.â mark reach up and leaned his head against his arm, causing his muscles to flex in your face.
you could have sworn you felt yourself drool a little. mark wasnât the most ripped man in the world, but those spidey-skills donât just come without putting in a little effort.
your eyes followed from his lean forearm, to his sculpted triceps, and then to his lean shoulders that practically suffocated in his t-shirt.
âyeah⊠youâre right.â your words came out slow and soft. you couldnât even think of a clever comeback and you didnât care to.
mark watched you with a satisfied smile, knowing you were just trying to get under his skin a bit. âso what was it about that guy?â
âi have no idea what your talking about.â you quickly pulled him flush to you, your lips silencing him from commenting on how red your cheeks had gotten.
as your lips moved with one anotherâs, you couldnât help but smile as you felt his hands skim under your shirt.
âi love you, you know? even if you do like some fictional guy over me.â mark muttered against your lips as you shoved his shoulder softly. âi love you too.â you pecked his lips once before kissing along his cheek. âway more than that guy.â you felt him smile against your lips.
thank god you werenât one of the girls who had to imagine these scenarios with mark.
hiiiiii!!!! omg iâve been gone for so long this feels so weird. sorry this is so short and literal trash T-T i just really wanted to get something out. please leave any recs in my inbox!!!
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ikea meatballs before marriage?
contents ౚৠâ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. â your fiancĂ© and you get a little too into playing house when youâre supposed to be furniture shopping for your new apartment.
âyouâre home early.â touya smirks. an apron youâre ninety-nine percent sure he stole from the aisle showcasing the ovens with âi cook as good as i lookâ printed on it is tied around his waist.
âiâm home!â you say cheerfully, playing along with him.Â
you take a moment to study âyourâ kitchen and droop in disappointment.Â
it was a bit too dim for your liking, the lighting.
thereâs no way you could read the recipe books rei had gifted you without touya having to stand there and hold a flashlight while you did.
but the deep forest green accented cabinets, reaching all the way to the ceiling, were beautiful.
perfect for storing fuyumiâs leftover snacks that her students gifted her yesterday.
she had complained to you over the phone about how there was no space at home since all the cupboards were full of soba noodles, courtesy of your fiancé and little brother-in-law.
touya nervously watches, until he sees as you visibly brighten up, and he lets a little huff out, half in pride, half in relief.Â
he knew his pick couldnât be that bad.
then you spot the fake plant hanging from overhead, and grimace as you see a cluster of even more potted plants under it near the toaster.Â
cute in theory, but definitely a fire hazard.
touya notices the little way your eyebrows furrow with doubt, and casually leans against the edge of the sink to distract you from making any more keen observations.Â
you giggle at the way he almost knocks off the price tag on it in the process, too busy staring at you to bother noticing.Â
âhow was work?â your favorite fire hazard asks, reaching out a hand to gently brush a stray lash you didnât notice from your cheek.Â
your face always feels hotter than usual when touya pulls away, even after all this time.
âugh, so exhausting,â you fan yourself a bit, let out an exaggerated sigh. âthe printer blew up and got toner all over my clothes, can you believe it?â
âaw.â thereâs a playful sparkle in his eyes as touya innocently frowns in sugary sweet sympathy. âwant me to run a bath for you later?â
you can feel your cheeks start to burn. you just took one with him yesterday!
but of course you find yourself stuttering out, âoh, um sure.âÂ
the memory of his fingers softly massaging your scalp as he helped you wash your hair. the gentlest of touches on your skin as he lathered you in suds, pressing a kiss to your forehead between rinses flood back to you.Â
you remember trying to wash his hair one time, but he quickly stopped you by trapping you in his lap, insisting that he wanted to do yours first. like he does during every bath he runs for you when you stay over at the todoroki house.
and he would take just as good care of you, your heart knows, in your cozy new apartment that was waiting for you back in shizuoka too.Â
not too far from home, so that everyone could still visit, but not too close either, so the both of you had your own space.
touya grins as a shy expression suddenly crosses over your face, knowing exactly what youâre thinking about.Â
with amusement, he watches as you reach over to set your purse on the white marble counter.Â
a pair of strong hands claim their usual spot on your waist, holding you in place, and then youâre pulled away until your back bumps against a familiar, firm chest.
âuh-uh, mrs. todoroki.â he murmurs softly in your ear. âi just cleaned that for you before you got home.â
your breath catches. mrs. todoroki? Â
âmy bad,â is all you can manage to squeak out.
his nose tickles your cheek in response and you giggle at the feeling of his piercings, cold and soothing against your warm skin.
âso. what do you want for dinner today?â touya says, leaning over you to open the fridge. he scans its empty contents with a face so serious that you have to bite back a laugh.Â
âwhat do we have?â
âstale airâi mean,â touya coughs. âuh, salad.â
âthatâs it? just salad?â you point an accusatory finger at him, and he snorts at the way you force your eyebrows to scrunch together to make an angry face. so cute.
âoh, you think this is funny? take that apron off right now, you big phony.âÂ
âyes maâam.â he laughs airily, reaching behind him to undo the tie when his hands stop.Â
touya turns to you with a pout. âcan you do it for me? my fingers hurt from cooking and cleaning all day.â
he makes it so hard to stay mad at him, even as a joke.Â
you bite your lip to suppress the fond grin growing on your face, but it's too late, touyaâs already seen it and he knows youâll give into him soon enough.
âaw, my poor husband all alone in the house, cooking air and salad. it mustâve been so hard for you.â
he pouts even more. âit really was.â
the giggle youâve been holding back finally spills from your mouth. he was ridiculous, and you loved him for it. âokay you big baby, iâll untie it for you.â you move to stand behind him, hands reaching for the back of his waist to untie the neat bow he did for himself earlier.
âi think you mean your big strong husband.â touya leans his weight back into you.Â
not enough to hurt you or make you fall, but just enough to give you a hard time undoing the knot of his apron.Â
âsewing machine was acting up like crazy today, had to teach it some manners.â
âiâm sure you did.â you fight back another laugh, which turns into a whine as his broad back leans into your face even more.Â
âtouya stop it! do you want this apron off of you or not?â
you can practically hear him smirk from in front of you.
âiâm okay with anything as long as it keeps your hands on me.â
you step away from him and he lets out a âoof!â as his back thuds against the hard floor of the ikea showroom, taking down a fake plant with him.
touya is donning a new apron when the two of you find yourselves outside of another kitchen showroom.Â
âârelax, iâll feed you bitches.â it read in bold.Â
you giggle hysterically as he stands there, hands on his hips and looking way too proud of his find, as you snap a pic to send to the groupchat with his siblings.
iâd rather eat poison, natsuo texts back.Â
his message is hearted by fuyumi and shoto a few moments later.Â
a miffed touya reaches over your shoulder to steal your phone, which you easily let go of and surrender like usual with a laugh.
 his chin rests on your head, your back pressed to his chest as he perches his upper arms on your shoulders to text back.Â
after he hits send with a satisfied smirk, the both of you walk onto the set.
the kitchen this time was one with a less colorful theme, yet you hear a sharp intake of breath from touya and you feel your own breath catch in your throat.
the tall windows and generous lighting more than made up for it.Â
framed paintings of cranes were hung on the slate gray wall behind the dining table, and the refrigerator was much, much larger than the one you saw touya open before.
familiar indigo petals catch your eye. there was a beautiful painting of rindou flowers next to the window in the kitchen, and you canât help but stare.
âmom would love those.â touya murmurs from beside you. your fingers lace through his as you smile softly in agreement.Â
âshe would.â
still in the second showroom, touyaâs rummaging inside the cabinets while you study the spice rack.Â
imagine all the goodies you could fit in there, from sesame seeds to shichimi togarashi.
you drool thinking about all the miso soups and sweet potatoes you could put them on when he suddenly turns to you.
âiâve been working on my cocktails while you were at work, by the way.â touya grins, handing you an empty, plastic wine glass from where youâre perched on the granite countertop. âwanna try?â
you raise it to your lips and take a delicate sip of nothing.Â
âoh yum! whatâd you put in it?â
âkale juice.â he snickers behind his hand. âyour favorite.â
you make a disgusted face. âwell thatâd explain the kick to it.â
âright? i really, really think fuyumi and natsuo would like it.â
âtouya todoroki, donât you dare.â
âhey.â he raises both hands in innocence. âa little kale never hurt anyone.â
âyou say that but you hate kale.â
âa little kale never hurt anyone unless itâs me.â
you roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. touyaâs hands smoothly guide your legs to hug his waist, bringing you closer to him from where youâre sitting on the counter. he stays standing, towering over you.Â
âcanât believe iâm marrying a hypocrite.â your voice is muffled against his shoulder, and he laughs.
suddenly, you gasp and point at the sink. âtouya!â
his eyes widen at your raised voice, instinctively looking behind him for bugs to kill because thatâs the only time your tone would sound that alarmed.
touya hugs you closer to him protectively.Â
you canât help but melt as his arms wrap even tighter around you, his serious turquoise eyes still scanning around the kitchen for any threats to you.
no bugs.Â
no tacky âlive, laugh, loveâ-esque sayings framed on the wall.
which he knows is your biggest interior design pet peeve after binging an insane amount of those house flipping shows with you.
â...what is it?â touya finally asks after a moment of hesitation.Â
you giggle at the ticklish feeling of the cold silver of his lip piercing brushing against your forehead as he speaks.
âthe dishes arenât in alphabetical order!â
touya breathes a sigh of relief, then laughs into your neck.Â
he pulls away to roll his eyes at you. âyou nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!â
âwhat, why?â you laugh, fluttering your lashes at him. so utterly adorable, that he resists the urge to bite you.
touya fights back a blush and averts his eyes from your face, remembering his protective actions. they had been purely instinctive. he reaches up to cover his face with one hand.
âtouuu!â you canât help but laugh harder, reaching up to pry his fingers away from his face. âcome on, look at me!â
touya shyly slides his gaze back to you, and lets you take his hand away from his face.Â
you lace your fingers through his and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, which only makes him blush even harder. the chill of the ikea air conditioning did nothing to help.
his eyes trail in the direction of the spice rack you were dreamily looking at earlier.
âwhy is this crooked?â he frowns, reaching behind you to straighten it.
âpfft is it bothering you?â you take a glance at it. looked okay enough to you.
âyeah it is.â touyaâs hands are on the shelf, trying to readjust it into the right position when suddenlyâ
snap!
the both of your eyes widen at the sound.Â
the shelf was upright and more centered than before.Â
except now it had a clean split down the middle of it.
of course, touya chooses to focus on the most important part.
âwell at least it looks better now.â
and all he can think about as you laugh into his shoulder is that he canât wait to stand hip to hip with you in your actual kitchen.Â
sunshine peeking through the curtains as the two of you make soups, bake each otherâs favorite pastries, and indulge in your random middle of the night cravings.
from now until forever.
after lunch in the restaurant, touya adds ikea meatballs to his list of favorite foods.Â
youâre pretty sure thatâs only because you fed them to him.Â
because while you adore him to pieces, he is an unbelievably picky eater, much to fuyumiâs chagrin.Â
luckily, heâll eat anything as long as youâre the one giving it to him.
your sister-in-law thanks you for her lack of headaches when she makes dinner.
in the third kitchen showroom of today, you squint out the window behind the sink.
âi donât know if i like it.â
âdonât know if you like what?â touyaâs still washing his hand in the imaginary water under the faucet thatâs clearly never going to start running. his silly self has been there for the past five minutes, at least.Â
you hold back a laugh at how meticulous he is about it.
âthe view.âÂ
he looks up and snorts at the wistful gaze you throw out the obviously fake window.Â
it had a picture of city scenery taped on the wall outside of it, and the circular shape of a familiar building catches his eye. he recognizes it.
the meguro sky garden in tokyo.
the first place he ever took you out on a date to.
with a fond twitch of his lips, he remembers the way he almost tripped over his feet under the cherry blossom trees when you had suddenly pecked him on the cheek. all those years ago.
touya turns the faucet off, and comes up behind you to lean his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. his eyes soften as you nuzzle against his chin.Â
he knows that you know he canât feel any sensations there anymore.Â
but god, does touya love that you still touch him in the places where he canât feel.Â
the way you litter soft kisses under his eyes, stroke his forearms as you guide them to your waist. like theyâre still a part of him, like heâs not broken.
like heâs always been whole to you, never any less.Â
âbut sweetheart,â touya muses. âthink about how close it's close to the best schools.â
your face heats up as you realize what heâs talking about. like you havenât thought about it a million times before.
a kid. with him.
his and your kid.
as if the universe read your mind, a very chubby baby being pushed in a cart passes by the opposite side of the window, covering the picture of tokyoâs scenery.
and it stares at touya and you with the judgiest look youâve ever seen in your life.
the two of you glance sideways at each other and burst out laughing.Â
ânevermind,â you giggle, feeling small and safe tucked in his strong arms. âmaybe the view isnât so bad.â
looking softly down at you, the beautiful color of your eyes meets his, and his heartbeat quickens.
touya canât help but agree.
a familiar weight softly rests on your shoulder when you groggily open your eyes, and your fiancé is close to follow as he stirs beside you.
you flip around to face him from where he was spooning you, giggling at the little trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth as you watch his eyes flutter open.
you feel your breath catch in your throat as you gaze upon him.
his hair is starlight in the morning.
touya, still half-asleep, snuggles against you, completely drunk on your warmth. the soft feeling of your skin against his.Â
he doesnât even try to resist it.
the little giddy smile that tugs at his lips whenever the cool feeling silver of your sapphire embedded ring sparkles under the sunlight pooling through the curtains of your shared bedroom as he laces his fingers through yours.
his own ring softly clinking against the one he gave you.
after moving into the privacy of the apartment, with no prying eyes or nosy siblings randomly bursting into his room, touya loves to sleep with his lips just barely grazing your neck.
whenever you wake up from a nightmare, heâs already kissing the nape of it, the protective hand he has on your hip smoothing circles into your bare skin.
when he wakes from his, youâre already quietly cradling him in your arms, running your hands through his midnight black hair.Â
you really have no idea how hard you make it for him to get up.
but the idea of seeing you happily smile because of him is what gives him the final push to wriggle out of your embrace, and the adorable little pout you give him almost breaks his heart.
âwhere you going, tou?â
he grins cheekily, placing a finger on his lips. âitâs a secret.â
there's a grumble from you in response and he smooths the crinkle between your furrowed brows with a gentle kiss.
âiâ'll be back soon, i promise.â
âyou better or iâm eating your last pocky.â
he laughs at your threat, as if he wouldnât give it up to you the moment you asked.
at the sight of your eyes already starting to droop, touya presses another kiss to your forehead. âgo back to sleep, sweetheart.â
âno.â you pout as his socks pad against the floor when he leaves the room with another laugh.Â
huddled up in your floral patterned blankets, you drink in the faint scent of sweet cologne that lingers on them.Â
it still smells like him. warm like him, too.
thereâs an old photo of touya framed on your nightstand. you love to look at when you fold his and your clothes.Â
rei had slipped it out of the family album for you to keep the moment she saw how much you liked it.Â
itâs the one where heâs holding a baby shoto like a football in his arms. thereâs an easy grin on his face.
you look at it for a little longer, letting a sleepy, content smile spread across your lips.Â
until five more minutes pass, and youâre starting to feel impatient.
âshoto!â you call out the doorway in the direction of the guest room you set up for him the day before he came to visit. âwhatâs your brother doing?â
âcooking.â comes shotoâs soft voice floating down the hallway.
and thatâs all it takes for you to get up and rush to the kitchen at lightning speed.
thankfully, the fire alarm hasnât gone off yet by the time you get there.Â
you find touya slicing peaches on the counter, in front of the painting of rindou flowers. thereâs a plate of neatly assorted fruit next to him, and your eyes widen as you admire the rose-shaped strawberries. howâd he do that?
âhey.â touyaâs eyes narrow playfully when he notices you, putting down the knife. âyouâre supposed to be in bed.â
you place your hands on your hips.Â
âand youâre supposed to not be burning our new apartment down.âÂ
throwing a cautious glance at the unmanned pancakes sizzling in the pan beside you, you add on. âwith your little brother in it.â
he breathes a laugh and saunters over where youâre standing by the fridge, cornering you to the counter.Â
your fiancĂ© grins at your stammers when he leans closer. he can practically feel the heat from your cheeks from here, and touya thinks the tiny house plant overhead grows an inch taller from the sheer warmth youâre radiating.
âstoveâs off, sweetheart. theyâre not gonna burn.â
âo-oh.â you sigh in relief.
âyou worry too much.â touya murmurs softly as holds you in place by the waist to hold up a spoonful of blueberries he forgot to add to the batter.Â
your lips reluctantly part to let him feed you, and his heart skips a beat at the hint of a smile on your face.
âmmph!â
suddenly, touyaâs lips are on yours and you taste the sweet tartness of the peach he mustâve had before you came over.Â
the cold piercing of his tongue teases your mouth and he corners you even further against the cool marble of the counter to make out, just as you hear a pot start to boil and your eyes snap open.Â
youâre breathless as you muster all your willpower and break away from him.
âtouya, the pot!âÂ
âoops.â he glances at it, still caging you against the counter with his arms.Â
âforgot about that.â
âfound your necklace that fell behind the bed last week.â touya says later after breakfast. youâre both sitting on cushions fuyumi and natsuo gifted you at the coffee table in front of the tv, watching ponyo as sunlight seeps into the living room.
it swings it back and forth on his finger and your eyes widen in relief.
âi was looking everywhere for that to wear to shotoâs class party!âÂ
âi know.â he grins, and you sigh as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. of course he did.Â
touya reaches around your neck to securely clasp the back of the necklaceâs chain, a smirk tugging at his lips.
âi think i deserve a little reward.â
you giggle, he was so cute.
âthanks touya.â you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he pouts.
ânot there.âÂ
âwhere then?â you smooth your hands against his bedhead and he almost whines when this time, you press a kiss to his forehead. âhere?âÂ
always such a tease, and he adores you for it.Â
touya looks like a desperate puppy as he huffs, nudging your nose with his.Â
like you didnât spoil him with kisses yesterday when he fixed the washing machine that was acting up.
youâre still not totally sure how he did it, but that was probably because you zoned out while he was explaining it to you.Â
too busy watching the way his forearms flexed as he fixed the pipes behind it and when heâd take whatever wrench or screwdriver he asked you to hand him from the toolbox.
finally, finally your lips find his and you kiss him, soft and sweet.
a cool breeze blows through the open window, and the both of you breathe it in, smelling dewdrops on grass from the rain last night and hints of sunshine.Â
touya smiles against your mouth, arms pulling you into his lap so he can taste you better.
youâre stuck with him.Â
from now until forever.
âor maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when youâre at your worst.â
â danagray
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hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
youâre sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriendâs surgery to finish. Â
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasnât too keen on the idea. peter wasnât afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasnât one of them.Â
âcanât you stay here with me?âÂ
âstay? baby, no theyâre gonna be drilling in your teeth.â
âbut i-â
âand itâs gonna be bloody and nasty and i donât wanna have to see all that.â
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boyâs horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
âbut,â you stand, âyouâre gonna do amazing, youâre gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.â you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
ây/n/n, wait but-â you drop his hand on the way out, âbye, love you baby! be good!â
ây/n!â
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery.Â
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didnât think it would be this bad.Â
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peterâs head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence.Â
âhi baby, how you feeling?â you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, âwoaahhâ he languidly slurs his words, âyouâre so pretty.âÂ
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, âwait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and sheâs-â he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, âiâm in trouble.â
you canât help but let out a laugh, heâs so dopey.Â
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, âiâm your girlfriend, silly.âÂ
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, âget out!â you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
âso do we have sex?â
the awkward silence in the room kills you.Â
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, âpeter, no.â
âno?!â he sighs in disappointment, âaw man.â your boyfriend pouts at the floor, âwhat have i been doing with my life.â
âoh my god, pete,â when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, âsometimes we do.â
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, âreally?!â
the boy seriously has no filter.
as youâre packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, âwait y/n,â he pauses, âmy face kinda feels weird.â
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, âoh my godâŠâ peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
âmy face⊠itâs so fat!â heâs got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, ây/n,â sniffle. âwill-â sniffle. âwill you still love me if my face is so fat?âÂ
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, âof course, i would.â
he seems pleased with your answer because heâs back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. âhey, mr dentist,â he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, âdâyou know iâm spider-man?â
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, âjesus christ.â
you turn to the older man whoâs chuckling at his mental state and shrug, âhe also thinks heâs luke skywalker from star wars.â
âbut i am!-â âokay bug boy, lets go.â
âwhere we going?â
âhome, sweetie.â
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, âto have sex?â
âoh my god.â
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car.Â
heâs extremely dramatic.Â
heâs got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he canât walk - which he definitely can.
âpeter, i know you can walk. câmon help me out,â you beg.
âno, i canât" he moans, "carry me,â he demands.
âwhat? no,â
âwhy not?â
âbecause youâre too heavy.â
and heâs crying all over again, âi knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!â
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september rain â s. reid x reader
in which lightning and thunder is a little less scary with spencer reid.Â
pairing:Â spencer reid x reader genre:Â fluff (comfort) tags:Â thunderstorm. established relationship. word count:Â 1k a/n:Â we r going into storm season in aus. obviously that means obligatory spencer reid fanfic?? sry this is me headcanoning that you have a fear of storms :/ if you don't just pretend. this is sooo simple and not revolutionary LOL hope u enjoy anyways!! as always talk to me if u did!!
You were ninety-nine percent sure the creaking your ears were picking up came from the window frames bending from the sheer force of the wind. And you were mostly certain that the prickle on your skin was from an unexpected leak in the ceiling after a tree had fallen into the building. Not your imagination.Â
Neither could be true. For the windows were not bending even slightly, and there is no tree tall enough to have fallen through the apartment above you.Â
That didn't really soothe your fear.
You were curled up on the couch under a blanket, a silent film playing â Nosferatu, ironically so â that you weren't really paying attention to. Your eyes were instead fixated on the only source of light the room had â a warm glowing lamp in the corner by the bookcase adorning too many books to count.Â
Spencer was not home yet.Â
He was on his way. You knew that much. The first crack of thunder had ripped through the sky and you were calling him almost immediately. Then... hanging up by the first ring, feeling pathetic for calling your â very busy â boyfriend, just because you were scared.
He had called you back immediately, and because he knew you so well, he was asking if you needed him home because of the storm. Your heart had swelled, and you had mumbled a thousand yes's into the phone, until he was promising he'd be on his way as soon as he finished the case report he was working on.Â
Despite the slight comfort him being on his way brought you, you were still shaking, your heart was still thumping uncomfortably in your chest, and your knuckles were still white from your petulant clutching of the blanket around you.Â
You could only faintly hear the click of the front door lock over the deafening rain, but you turned regardless, eyes softening at the sight of your boyfriend entering the apartment. His hair stuck to his forehead; clothes to his body. He was soaking wet, but you were standing on wobbly legs and heading towards him for solace regardless.Â
He placed his messenger bag down by the door, opting to deal with the damp leather later. His eyebrows had furrowed when you had opened your arms.Â
"I'm drenched," he said, side stepping away from your attempt of a hug. "You do not want to hug me right now, honey."
"I do," you protested, voice wavering from the tightness in your throat.Â
"Let me go dry off, then you can hug me forever and never let me go, okay?" he offered instead, watching you come to terms with his idea, and nod your head.Â
So, he did just that. Allowing you to follow him around like a lost puppy the entire time, blanket dragging along the flooring of your apartment as you kept it wrapped firmly around your shoulders.
You sat in the middle of your bed, watching him almost too carefully as he picked out his towel from your ensuite, starting with drying his hair in a way that had your face scrunching up.
When he caught the look, he asked, "What?" in a sort of amused, laughing way.
"You're ruining your curls," you said.
"The rain already ruined them," he replied. "I'll fix them when the storm passes and I can shower."
"This is why I hate storms."
"Because it ruins my hair?"
"No, but that's definitely going on the list," you huffed, folding your arms across your chest â he laughed at that. "You literally can't do anything! You can't shower, you can't cook, the power goes out, it's loud, you can't go outside because what if you get struck by lightning? And also the rain. Which is cold, by the way... where are you going?"
"To get clothes," he explained, then being completely unsurprised by the fact that you were leaving your safe haven atop the bed to trail after him. "I was coming back."
"Two seconds is all it takes for a storm to take me out," you said. "Then you'll feel really bad."
"The storm is not going to take you out," he replied within a sigh, peeling his wet button up off his body.Â
"It could."
"The main cause of death during storms is drowning. The apartment is not flooded. Neither is the street," he was almost nurturing with his tone, unfazed by your locked in stare on the towel he was drying his body with â you weren't really staring at him, simply zoning out on whatever was in front of you as he spoke. "The second is debris flying from the wind, which is nowhere near harsh enough for anything to be flying around. Let alone at this height. The third is a lightning strike, which is impossible when you're indoors because this building has lightning protection."
He spent the time he took debunking all the possible death scenarios to finish drying himself off and changing, and by the time he had stopped speaking he was standing in front of you. Still seemingly unconvinced due to your inner anxieties, your face was painted with a disagreeing frown, that his shoulders slumped at the sight of.Â
"They're still scary," you mumbled, and he nodded his head, arms looping around your body and pulling you into him. His skin was still cold, but it was a welcome comfort nonetheless.Â
"I know they are," he decided to say, instead of attempting to deny all your worries with logic again. The two of you stood there, in your closet, for minutes. His hand found your hair, entangling within it, chin resting on your shoulder. With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, "There's ice cream in the freezer. Movie?"
Hesitantly, you nodded your head, so he broke the hug with a step back, lips tugging into a smile at the now less worried expression on your face.Â
"But we have to eat with wooden spoons," you said as he led you out, hand clasped firmly in yours for your own peace of mind.Â
"Why?"
"Metal attracts lightning," you mumbled, watching his shoulders shake with more laughter.Â
"No, honey, it doesn't. That's a myth," he said.
"Whatever."
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Beyond Probability JJK (m.)
summary: Matching with an idol? Unlikely. But with a 99% compatibility? Beyond probability. pairing: idol!Jungkook x f!reader genre: idolvers, S2L, fluff, smut rating: 18+, MDNI! warnings: fluff, fluff, a bit of self doubt, fluff, fluff, explicit sexual content, shower sex, unprotected sex, pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 4k
a/n: Itâs a rly cute and short oneshot, light and mainly fluff, nothing too deep, no big words etc this time. Just had to get it out of my system since the ideaâs been on my mind for months now (unedited bc I fell ill halfway through writing it đ€)
a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! đ
Your biological clockâs tickingâhas been for some years nowâand even though youâre only now nearing 30, youâre painfully aware that the life you pictured as a kid might never come true.
Itâs not like youâre unstable in who you are or what youâre doing. Youâre fairly successful at your job, youâve got your own place, and youâre more social than most people these days. Still, youâre only what most would call average-looking, and even though youâve got a good career, youâre too soft to keep it up forever. You picture yourself more as a loving wife and mother than a corporate boss bitch climbing the ladder of success.
Thatâs also why your dating life has been rocky all along. Men see what you put out there, but they donât like who you really are or what you want from life, which has left you single for most of it.
So, when a new project startsâafter the K-pop industry finally acknowledges that idols need partnerships and a life of their own, and fans finally understand that these people are human too, that they deserve to experience love and happiness like everyone elseâyou decide to take your chances too.
Funnily enough, all the labels have teamed up, hiring not only the best scientists and psychologists from Korea but from around the world to create a program that can find ideal matches for their idols. Sure, science shouldnât determine who you fall in love with, but⊠what if it could?
After being pre-selectedâjust to confirm youâre not some crazed fanâyouâve spent over two weeks going through tests. Recorded interviews, personality assessments, even physical evaluations⊠now youâre staring at your companyâs computer screen, listening to Dr. Song explain the results through the phone.Â
âNinety-nine percent?â
âYes. The chances of such a high compatibility score are next to impossible. We see it as a perfect match and would like to introduce you to your match.â
âSure, of course.â Even though your voice is steady, you can feel your nerves flaring up like never before.
âIs tomorrow at 8 p.m. alright for you?â
âYes, that works for me.â
âPerfect, weâll see you then.â
Well, jokeâs on you, you didnât expect this outcome.Â
Meeting an idol feels surreal, and the closer you get to 8 p.m. the next day, the more you can feel the anxiety and doubts inside you rising. Every last detail in Dr. Songâs calm, clinical rundown replays in your mind, the ninety-nine percent match, the endless rounds of testing, the surreal realisation that, somehow, all those numbers and algorithms miraculously spat out a name next to yours.Â
You want to trust that thereâs a reason for this, that somehow science isnât just working with chance, but the tension of actually meeting someone this special is so overwhelming you barely notice yourself entering the lab building until youâre standing outside Dr. Songâs office.
âRight on time,â she chirps, giving you an approving nod. She seems to sense your nerves, and as she leads you down a hallway youâve never been before, she gives you a reassuring smile. âI know this is all a lot. But heâs likely feeling the same way. The tests told us that heâs, well, quite like you.â
Her words would make you laugh in any other situation, though disbelief and a strange kind of comfort floods through you still. Like you. An idol, standing here in a lab somewhere to meet some random stranger, feeling just as out of place as you. Youâre not sure of that but still like to think it must be true.Â
You donât have time to process it fully before youâre led into a quiet room with yellowish walls so plain they almost blur in the corners of your vision, a low, comfortable couch and a couple of chairs standing there and none of the lab equipment that surrounded you in the testing rooms all those weeks ago.Â
And then you spot him, sitting on the couch, alone. He stands the second you walk in, hands half in his pockets, a slight, almost unsure smile grazing his lips as he glances down at you. Heâs got that casual look about him, the same dark eyes youâve seen a hundred times on a screen that somehow feel warmer and more human here.Â
He looks not quite better than he does on screen, but not worse either. Somehow, heâs realer, if thatâs a wordâclose enough that you can see the little flecks of colour in his irises, the slight tension in his posture, the faintest trace of nerves hiding under his composure.
âHi.â Jungkookâs voice is lower, softer than you expect from an idol. âNice to meet you, Iâm Jungkook.â
âNice to meet you too. Iâm ___.â Thereâs a pause, and you can tell heâs just as unsure what to do with the space between you two as you are. The click of the door makes you turn around briefly, only to realise Dr. Song has left you both alone. âThis is, um, weird, right?â
He nods, a quick, breathy laugh breaking through. âVery. I mean, this isnât exactly a ânormalâ kind of meeting, right?â
His words are awkward but disarming, and suddenly, youâre aware of all the tiny, meticulous details of him that somehow make him feel more relatable than his polished, on-screen persona. The way his hand keeps moving to rub against his thigh or abs, his tongue playing with his lips and piercing ever so slightlyâeverything about him is familiar but also somehow close enough to feel completely new.
âI donât think I was ready for this,â you admit. You arenât really talking to him but more like letting your own thoughts slip out in the safest way possible, like saying it makes it feel less absurd.
âHonestly, same.â He laughs, and you think thereâs a light flutter in your chest now. âI kept thinking about this whole ninety-nine percent thing. Like⊠how does that even work? Isnât it supposed to feel, I donât know, obvious? Like you know the moment you see someone?â
You nod, understanding exactly what he means, and somehow you move on autopilot, walking towards him and sitting down on that couch with him beside you. It feels like you should both somehow know, like thereâs a sign or an instant connection, something that would make all of this feel simple, easy. But itâs just the two of you in a quiet room, barely knowing each other, held together by nothing but a number on a report.
âYeah, thatâs so wild. I didnât think Iâd have a match, this close to a hundred even less. Might be a glitch if our score is this high.â
Jungkook nods with sparkling eyes, seemingly relieved by your honesty and humour. âYeah, I get that. I kept thinking about it too. Wondering if maybe the tests were wrong, or maybe I was justâŠthinking too much.â He lets out a sigh, his gaze meeting yours for a long, meaningful second. âBut I think maybe this is about finding out, right? Not having it all make sense right away.â
âHm, makes sense.â You giggle, because what else can you do in the presence of him.
The two of you sit there in a momentary silence, as if testing each other, feeling out the small boundaries that keep you both distant.
âSo, what did the report tell you about me?â You ask the question half-jokingly, trying to break the quiet, but also curious. You want to know what he knows, how much of this supposed ninety-nine percent compatibility is actually something that either of you feel.Â
He lets out a silent breath, looking down as if slightly embarrassed. âHonestly, not as much as youâd think. They told me you were kind of⊠soft-spoken but resilient? And that you have a job thatâs, uh, stable andâŠâ He trails off, the tips of his ears slightly pink, like heâs embarrassed to keep going.
âAnd?â You canât help but push furtherânot maliciously, just way too curious and playful for your own good. Jungkookâs expression shifts from embarrassed to surprised, and then to a look thatâs just as playful.
âAnd that weâre, apparently, very much sexually compatible.â
Really, you should be the one feeling embarrassed or shy now, but you canât help the laugh that slips out. You know exactly what heâs hinting atâyour report clearly showed the same.
âWell, it might be not wrong. And they told meâŠâ You pause, realising that you barely remember the details in the face of the reality in front of you but alas. âThey said youâd be a good match because, I think, there was something about humour?â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âHumour? Never heard of it.â And it makes you laugh all over again. âI feel like they just told us things weâd want to hear, to make it seem easier and normal.â
His words hit close to home, but theyâre strangely comforting in the way he says them. You reckon, heâs just as bewildered by this as you are, maybe even more so. And somehow, in the middle of all the awkwardness, you find yourself genuinely smiling at him, naturally gravitating towards him, finding that thereâs a softness and reassurance in his gaze, a gentleness that cuts through your nerves like a knife through melted butter in the sun.Â
You start talking more freely after that, exchanging stories that are too mundane to make sense in any real context but feel right here. You tell him about your last trip to the beach, how you got sunburned and spent the whole evening sitting on your balcony, nursing it with iced water and aloe, wishing for a helping hand that you didnât have. He laughs, nodding along as if he can picture it exactly and tells you about how he tried to make pasta he ate in Italy for the first time a few months back and ended up burning the whole batch, because no one was by his side, so badly his kitchen smelled like smoke for days.
The more you talk, the more you notice the little things about him that arenât so polished, arenât so perfect, and make him feel more human and real than anyone you ever met. He has a way of listening, eyes intent on yours, like heâs trying to pick apart every word to understand it better. When he laughs, itâs with his whole face, even body, not the careful, composed look of an idol but a natural, carefree laugh that makes you feel like maybe heâs as relieved as you are to be here, to have someone he doesnât have to impress.Â
At some point, you both lapse into a comfortable silence, each lost in your own thoughts but somehow still connected. The tension from earlier has faded away, replaced by a soothing aura you know you donât want to miss for a day in your life.
Eventually, Jungkook glances over at you, his eyes sucking you in without much resistance. âI kept thinking this would feel forced, you know? Like weâd be sitting here, struggling to find anything in common.â He leans back, drapes his arm around the back of where youâre sitting, glancing up at the ceiling as if searching for the right words. âBut⊠it doesnât feel that way. You feel⊠I donât know, right?â
The slight flutter in your chest has now swelled into a full-blown hurricane, and youâre not sure if itâs that ninety-nine percent compatibility causing it. But you donât let yourself think too muchânot when youâve both been inching closer with each word, not when you take a chance and lean in, resting your head against his side. Especially not when his arm settles directly over your shoulder, pulling you a little closer, his other hand finding yours, fingers intertwining just to see how it feels.
âYeah, it feels right. I really like this.â
As you absently play with his fingers, breathing in his scent for the first time and deciding itâs like heaven, you let yourself trust science. Because this feels like exactly where youâre meant to be.
While the first meeting with Jungkook went better than youâd ever hoped, youâre painfully aware of your overthinking nature. Overthinking in a way that makes it painfully clear there are countless women out there who, on the surface, would seem a better visual match for him than you.
Overthinking to the point where you wonder why Jungkook would even need matchmaking when he could so easily choose a partner on his own. Itâs also why staying focused at work isnât exactly easy today, knowing that soon his label will be sending a car to pick you up for your next meeting with him.
You understand the precautions theyâve taken and completely agree itâs better to meet in a private, safe space rather than making headlines this early on. Thatâs why, as the tinted car arrives, you feel a bit more at ease than you have all day.
Soon enough, youâre driving down the path to the labelâs underground garage, and while you fix your makeup real quick, the car comes to a stop. The driver nods and guides you towards the lift, where the lights are dim and everything has this quiet, professional atmosphere youâve only seen on screen.
You try to take it all in, letting your thoughts settle just a bit more as you follow through to the hallways upstairs, past doors labelled with room numbers and studios, and then finally, youâre outside the door to Jungkookâs studio, right where youâre supposed to meet.
Your heart beats a little faster as you hear Jungkookâs familiar voice call out, âCome in,â and when you open the door, you find him leaning casually against the chair before his equipment with an easy smile that somehow manages to be both happy and slightly flirty.Â
Again, Jungkookâs dressed just like uniquely him, with a few silver rings glinting on his fingers. And while you didnât think heâd even get up to greet you, he steps forward and embraces you in hug so tight, it leaves you drowning in him.Â
âHey,â he greets with that disarming grin, eyes boring into you, taking in your formal work attire, as he gestures to the coffee set up besides his laptop. âHope you donât mind the casual vibe.â
You laugh a little, settling onto the free chair beside him, feeling a bit strange but somehow not. âI think itâs perfect. And to be honest, I donât think Iâd cope well with the whole five-star dining treatment and whatnot.â
He laughs, nodding in agreement, taking your purse from your hands and draping it casually over the back of his chair. The fact that heâs still so attentive, even though heâs clearly in his element here but completely relaxed, is rather fascinating and pulls you in even more.
Like the day before, talking with him comes easy, and while thereâs nothing groundbreaking in your conversations, every word feels meaningful in the bigger picture.
Eventually, you feel yourself relaxing like you were at home by your own, getting comfortable enough to let out the thoughts that have been swimming in your head since last night. âIâve thought a lot about how all of this could play out,â you admit, taking a sip of your coffee, trying to find the right words, though knowing there wonât be any wrong words when talking with Jungkook. âAnd honestly, Iâm not really interested in taking things public if they did work out. I know thatâs probably strange to say, but Iâm not cut out for the spotlight.â
He tilts his head, watching you thoughtfully. âNo, itâs not strange at all. I get it.â
A small smile tugs at your lips as you go on, âI just want something real. A partner whoâs loyal, someone whoâs there because we get each other, not because weâre some public âitâ couple, parading around every chance we get. Does that sound crazy?â
He shakes his head, while he swings from one side to the other. âNot at all. That actually sounds perfect to me.â Thereâs a sincerity in his tone that makes you feel, for the first time, like thereâs some truth to your report. âThe whole âidolâ thing is just a job. Itâs not who I am, not at the core. And having someone who sees it that way, is what I want too.â
It elates you to know that you could have something like this, with him, someone you could genuinely share your life with.
Then, in a thoughtful voice, he asks, âWhat do you want for the future? I mean, outside all of this.âÂ
You take a breath, feeling a little nervous but wanting to be honest. Itâs not like itâs news to him, seeing that this informationâs written in the report he was handed. âI want something traditional. A home, a family, maybe staying home with kids, having that steady, grounded life. It sounds simple, I know, but itâs what Iâve always pictured.â You look up at him, expecting maybe a hint of judgement, but instead, you find him nodding, his eyes lighting up like a candle in the night.
âI donât think that sounds simple at all, but meaningful.â
A shy smile forms on your lips as you add, âSometimes I feel like people donât see that side of things anymore, you know? Like everyoneâs so focused on careers and success and everything else⊠and I get that, I do, but Iâve always just wanted something steady. Something I can hold on to.â
His hand finds yours, his fingers like second nature intertwine with yours, and the gesture is so simple yet so heartwarming that you feel like squealing out of happiness. âThatâs exactly what I want too.â Itâs nothing new to you too, but him saying that, seeing the honesty in his eyes, is better than any data shown to you. âI want that sense of home.â
You feel yourself falling a little harder, a little faster, and maybe that scares you a bit. Youâve seen the kind of attention he gets, the kind of girls that throw themselves at him, and itâs hard not to let those doubts creep in. Especially now. âI know this probably sounds insecure,â you start awkwardly, glancing away, âI think, I donât know, maybe Iâm not the kind of person someone like you would go for. I mean, you could have anyone, and not just because youâre an idol.â
He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. And while his mouth opens to say something, the pull against your hand surprises you as much as him settling you in his lab. âHey, donât think like that. Iâm here because I want to be. And trust me, Iâm not looking for âanyoneâ. Iâm looking for someone who gets me. And that someone is you, no?â
The look in his eyes is so genuine, so unguarded, that itâs hard to keep your heart from doing all sorts of stunts. Heâs not the polished idol right now; heâs just Jungkook, being flirty, being compassionate, being so him, sitting in a cosy studio with his tattoos, his piercings, his moles, his beautiful smile, his whole presence more comfortable and inviting than you could have imagined.
And as he sits there, looking at you like youâre the only person in the world, you realise that you definitely donât have to doubt this. Maybe itâs okay to let yourself believe that heâs here because he wants to be, that heâs falling for you irrevocably just as youâre falling for him.Â
âSooo⊠that means?â You know you need to be brave now, because if this isnât a dream, youâd never forgive yourself for not taking the leap.
âThat means, if you want to, Iâd love to have you as my girlfriend.â
âIsnât it a bit rushed?â You donât actually think so, but you still need to be sure.
âIâm all in if you are. I donât want to waste any more time, and even though itâs just a report, I can feel thereâs real truth behind it.â
Fast forward seven months, and you find yourself pressed against the shower wall like you do every night. But this time, itâs differentâjust hours ago, you made your first public appearance on a music show with Jungkook, just because you both felt ready, where he was not only nominated for Best Singer of the Year but won as well.
âKoo, right there, right there.â
It still amazes you how his cock seems to find your g-spot as soon as he enters you, though you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYeah? Right there, hm? Or is itâŠâ he trails off, shifting his hips ever so slightly, making you realise heâs actually hit the centre point of your g-spot now, his hard, unrelenting thrusts pushing you over the edge without warning.
âOh my goooddd,â your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open against the cool shower wall, as your cunt keeps gripping him even though itâs already creaming around his cock.
âGood girl, keep going, love. Show me how many you can take tonight.â
Thereâs nothing you can do, not that youâd want to do anything other than let him rearrange your insides. Especially not when his tattooed hand finds its way from the back of your hair to your jaw, tilting your head to the side, giving you the perfect view of his upper bodyârivulets of water cascading down his chiselled form, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed.Â
Heâs the epitome of perfection. Not just a ninety-nine percent but a hundred.Â
His eyes, though hooded, bore into your soul as his hips pick up the pace. Itâs this connection you share with him make being with him feel so special.
âKooâŠâ
âI know, love, just a bit more. Can you be a good girl?â
âYes,â you moan, because hell, you can. âYes, for youâŠah, winning the trophy.â
Even though you shouldnât feel his cock twitch with the pace heâs set, you do, realising instantly what he needs tonight.
âBest singer, KooâŠfuckâŠbest boyfriend, only fucking me when, hmm, the whole world wants a piece of you.â
âOnly you. Always you, ___, love.â You think you catch him licking a drop of saliva from his lips as he stares down at where your bodies connect, sending another wave of arousal from your stretched-out hole.
âYouâre so big.â
âJust for you, fuck, squeeze a bit more.â
Itâs not that you did it on purpose, but when his hand shoots down to your clit, circling it just right, your body responds as though itâs never felt this good, soaking him even more and gripping him tight as a vice.
âLike that, love, like that.â Jungkook grunts and pants, holding you harder, tighter as his cock seems to swell even more, pumping frantically in sync with your impending second orgasm.
When Jungkook canât hold back any longer, itâs all you need to let go too, the rush flowing through your veins just as fiercely as the love you feel for this man.
After some time, Jungkook pulls out, helping you straighten up and lean against his chest under the stream. His veiny hands trail down your body, washing away his release dripping out of you, as he plants kisses along the side of your face.
When heâs had enough, he, like always, turns you, brushing the wet strands of hair from your face. And as you do the same to him, captivated by how content and in love he looks, you canât help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world when, for the first time, Jungkook declares his feelings.
âI love you, till the day I die, ___.â
âI love you too, and beyond.â
Because this, because having Jungkook calling you his, is beyond probability.
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since itâs ninety-nines birthday today⊠whatâs better to surprise our lovely girlfriend with lying in her bed, wearing a special lingerie customized to her liking, allowing her to do whatever the hell she wants to usđ maybe even sned her a âspecialâ video only she can watch beforehand to get her even more turned on!!đ
I know Hella will give her a surprise birthday party for sure, the bureau would be decorated and there's cake and all kinds of party food. Every sinner participates and enjoys together with Chief, Ninety Nine may feel weird at first since I'm pretty sure she never got to celebrate her birthday this way, but it's a good kind of weird feeling and she wants it more đ„č
Oh boy, the look on her face when she comes back to her cell only to find you lying on her bed in a bathrobe, seductively winking at her. There's candles, flowers and wine all around and she wonders if it's even her cell anymore. Then the way you walk towards her, swinging your hips and dropping the robe to reveal her favorite lingerie then kiss her cheek wishing her happy birthday... Oh I just know she'd pick you up right there and slam you into the bed with full intent of devouring you đ©
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