#no worries if you are tagged and don't feel like it

[shinra-makonoid]

Yeah, it was totally violence when I was belittled, disrespected, mocked, gaslighted, and emotionally abused by my father for years, he probably has XY chromosomes, so. But when a woman does it? It's just acceptable and all ok and not at all violence. Couldn't be! I was also severly emotionally abused by my female peers all my school time because I was an awkward girl, but totally A-OK. Those events definitely didn't cause any trauma and didn't harm me in any way at all (it did).

You (radfems) are oppressive bigots. You (radfems) destroy people's lives through words, shame, politics and harassment. That's the definition of an oppressor, whether you like it or not. You're a highschool bully trapped in an adult body, with the emotional maturity and empathy of a toddler.

You (radfems) are just like the incels. Just because your way of doing violence is different and that you don't actively hold a knife or a rifle, doesn't mean it doesn't destroy people's lives, it does, and doesn't mean you're better, you're not. You both suffer from loneliness because you're in a hate-cult and endlessly jerk off to the idea of hating the opposite sex. You're both deluded into thinking that men and women are different species that have specific roles and skills.

You're exactly the same, mirrored, and nobody can date you because you're insufferable and obsessed with your cult. Like most incels, the way to get better would be to actually go outside and interact with normal people, but alas you're so sensitive to the topic of this that you're completely unable to not view the world unless it's through the lences of your conspiracy ideology.

But don't worry, even if you tried, you couldn't hurt my feelings: I have a happy and fulfilling life outside, and I know how much yours is pathetic in comparison, for posting this trash in Contra's tag.

I think one of the biggest reasons people think “terfs” are oppressive bigots despite lack of any violent hate crimes is because people genuinely believe women insulting men’s appearances and hurting their feelings is violence.

Take being trans out of the occasion, it’s a common belief that women making fun of male tears or tiny dicks is on the same level as men literally killing and raping women: misandry vs misogyny.

I’ll never forget in Contrapoint’s JK Rowling “takedown” video, all of the “evidence” he had about how evil terfs were was… schoolyard insults. He pulled quotes of different women making fun of male pattern baldness, of stubble poking through foundation. I was like… how is this not identical to Andrew Tate MRAs screaming about how evil women are and how terrible misandry is and just pulling up jokes about male appearances?

Like before you label anyone as a bigot or oppressor, can you do 5 seconds of research and find any evidence of the claim? Women laughing at you is not violence lmao, no matter how much it hurts your feelings

[angelltheninth]

Can you write the Arcane women taking care of their girlfriend when she's on her period?

My own period is getting closer so I am feeling this ask right now.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Grayson, Sevika, Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman

Tags: fluff, periods, bleeding, feeling sick, period cramps, comfort food, massages, cuddles, working out, suggestive content

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A/N: If there was a button to opt me out of periods for the rest of my life I would press it so fast. It's not fair.

Jinx would run around frantically, literally burying you in supplies that she doesn't even know if you need. The type to try to distract you by talking your ear off and making you laugh. She feels guilty when she sees you cramping up in pain and briefly considers offering you Shimmer to make you feel better. If she needs to she will break into Piltover medicine shops to get you some better medicine.

Vi hasn't had the best experience with periods herself so she doesn't know how to take care of you properly. She offers you messages that worked with her when her cramps were really bad and makes sure you have enough water to drink since you're bleeding a lot. Kisses your stomach when she feels it flexing from cramps. When she feels you relax under her touch she smiles, knowing she's doing it right.

Caitlyn knows when your period is close so she takes days off work to tend to you. Piltover won't fall to pieces if she's not working for a bit, taking care of her girlfriend is more important. She can get you anything you need, be it medicine, pads, food you're craving, just ask her and she'll take care of it. Doesn't want you walking alone when you're feeling sick so she always follows you to the bathroom.

Maddie always makes sure she has your favorite comfort food ready for when you're on your period. It's a small comfort maybe but it's something she always wanted to have while she was on her periods, someone taking care of her. To make sure you don't get sick again she feeds you the food little by little. When a bit of food stains your lips she leans in to kiss you, distracting you for just a moment longer.

Grayson gets worried when she wakes up and you're not in bed next to her but in the bathroom holding your stomach. She knows what's wrong right away and carries you back to bed, telling you to stay put while she goes out to buy what you need. Helps you change into clean pajamas and kisses your legs, hips and stomach while doing so. Makes sure you get lots of rest, and lots of tea to help with the pain.

Sevika thinks that a good workout is a great way to help with your period pains. Obviously she won't push you past your breaking point or push you if you're feeling sick but a little work out will do you some good. She rewards you with food and drinks she knows you like, and those that keep your energy up so you're not as sluggish. Kisses are on the table too, and more if you're feeling up for it later.

Mel prepares you a big, warm bath and yes she will take the bath with you once you washed up. Pampers and spoils you rotten while you're on your period, she's even more attentive than usual. She makes sure you know that she doesn't think the blood is gross or unsightly, she might look prim and proper but she'd seen her fair share of blood. And she would never be grossed out by you, especially not now.

Ambessa lets you see her secret softer side when you're on your period. Her duties can wait a bit, she wants to spend a good chunk of her day with you instead. Physical activity is a good way to help with period pains and you already know she's not grossed out by blood in any way, so if you want to spend the day in bed with her it's more than welcome. Or you can just cuddle, that's on the table too.

Cassandra didn't have regular periods when she was younger but she knows how painful they can be. The last thing she wants is to see you in pain so she always has tea ready, it's right next to your bed, might not be tasty but it helps. She cuddles up next to you on the bed or on the couch, constantly kissing your cheeks, your forehead, kissing you on the lips, comforting you. Will even take a day off from the Council.

[blubunz]

SUGAR & SPICE

— sugar daddy! bruce wayne x f! sugar baby! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: reader doesn't know bruce wayne is batman, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, slight angst, daddy kink obvi, not a lot in here though.

A/N: Ough I don't think this is healthy at all um yeah that's all :] idk if this is angst though I put the tag there just in case. I have a different plot in mind though but I can't lead the story up to that I'm so upset. Maybe I'll do a part 2.

Honestly, Bruce isn't the type to maintain a long-lasting relationship. You should've learned that by now. Hell, one of his titles is The Playboy Millionaire! Or, billionaire. Millionaire is so last season.

Still, young and naive little girl you are, you chase after him. Sometimes, it reminds him of a puppy, always seeking his validation. You are always at every one of his event, dressed so nicely in your favorite colour, with that sparkly eyes and cute smile.

You're not his type, not exactly the one he's looking for to spend the rest of his life when he's skin and bones. You should've given up long ago, he's the type to tease, not to indulge.

He gives you one night, one night to satisfy your urges. You look so pathetic when he denies you, it melts his heart even if his moral is screaming at him not to. You're old enough, already an adult, sure. But he is too old for you, still. This will never work out for the two of you.

That night, he brings you to a lavish hotel, booked on the highest floor, the most luxurious one. Bruce is an absolute gentleman, of course he is, he's not acting like himself, he simply just wants you to stop, to make you realize after one night that he's not a good fit for you.

Bruce can see your anticipation, how your hips sway when you walk, or when he sits you down, your thighs are tightly closed against each other, practically rubbing yourself underneath your dress. He doesn't want to rush you, he even offers to get some food first or shower, but you insist.

Young people these days.

If that's what you want, then.

Bruce sighs, but he gives you a smile that melts your vulnerable heart. You jolt when he gently touches your thigh, and before he can ask you anything, you frantically nod.

“Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.” You stammer nervously, already sweating bullets. Fuck, you didn't expect yourself to react like this. You're mostly excited, but your body reacts the same when you're nervous too, of course you're sweating, but for good reasons.

“Don't worry, sweet girl. I live up to my reputation.” In actuality, he doesn't sleep around a lot. A few women, sure, but it doesn't go above five.

He's crazy good, though. His finger gently swipes up and down the front of your panties, feeling it getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. He's observing you close and slowly, and you feel yourself burning just from that alone.

Bruce leans down, pressing a small kiss on your cheek. “I'll put my fingers in, is that okay?”

You nod, breathing shakily when he plays with your pubes, then going past it to reach under. Big fingers gently touching your clit, down to your slick folds.

Your hips buck, and you grab his wrist tightly, trying to hump yourself on it.

“Calm down, I haven't put it in.” He laughs, voice low and rumbly in his chest when he can even feel your desperation seeping through his fingers. “I don't want to rush. Stay still for me, okay, baby?”

You nod, slowly loosening your grip, and Bruce pushes two fingers in your puffy cunt. His eyes closed, feeling your wet heat squeezing his fingers as if it's his cock. You're practically shaking, moaning and eyes rolling up already when he's knuckles deep in you. What would you do if it was his cock instead?

Luckily enough, he doesn't plan to fuck you tonight. He'll just fuck you with his fingers until you pass out and that's it, that should make you feel enough.

His mind sets on it quickly, pulling your panties off completely, he begins plunging his fingers in and out of your needy pussy, and you can feel the pads pressing and curling up against your walls, stretching you out so much, rubbing right against that spot.

You're drooling already, your head leaning on his shoulder as he pulls you to his lap to keep you from squirming so much.

“That's it, baby. Let it out, no one can hear you.” He assures, wriggling his fingers in your cunt as he palm grinds against your clit. Your back arches, thinking of how alone you are, how there's just the two of you in this lavished hotel room, on the top floor that has the nicest view of this gloomy city.

“Bruce!” You gasps, his free hand gripping your arm tightly, leaning in your neck to kiss it. It tickles, you thought, but you can't react to it because his fingers just push in you once more, curling so delicious you feel like you're above the clouds.

Bruce reminds every second that this is for you, not for shared enjoyments between two people. Just you. Just to give you satisfaction, enough to have you ignore him, hopefully.

“Good girl. Move your hips just like that.” He pants, feeling a bit riled up himself too. He can't help it, of course he can't. You're moaning and writhing so much, shaking under his grip, so vulnerable and weak, something he expects from someone like you, but it doesn't mean he's used to it. “Can you cum for me, baby? Are you going to cum on my fingers?”

The way he's talking to you is nothing you've heard before. Like he's coddling you, like you're his delicate little doll. You've heard him talked many times, composed and calm, he carries that persona like he's some old-fashioned rich man. But now he's acting like someone you'd call "daddy" as you cling tight to him, and him hugging you back, praising you and protecting you as you deserve to be.

You cum with a silent scream, jaw hanging open and head tilting back with your eyes following. You can't think. How can you just have the best orgasm just from his fingers alone?

“Good girl.” He smiles, that makes you feel warm inside. With a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead, he drawls his fingers out slowly, feeling your inside convulsed and twitching, clinging tight to him when he pulls out completely.

You're dazed already, too dazed to notice the growing bulge between his thighs. No, Bruce won't fuck you with that. Instead, he resumes his action, pushing his fingers back in, having his name shakingly spelled out from your throat.

“Hmngh...B-Bruce, I-I just—”

“Shh, shh. Come on, surely you can handle one more, can't you, pretty girl?” He pulls your face up to look at him. He gives you that same smile that gives you butterflies, going down to kiss behind your ear. “One more, please?”

You can't deny him. No one can. And certainly he's just made you crave him more after tonight, after so much orgasm in one night. Who wouldn't?

[abiatackerman]

Could I make a request if it's not too much? I was hoping you could write something where Levi defends you from being assaulted it would help me a lot to get over some things but I understand if it's too much keep up the great writing!

Hello sweetie! Thank you for requesting! You didn't specify how the reader would get assaulted so I wrote in my way! Hope you'll like it!

Safe in his arms

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female Reader ⚔️

⚠️Mentions of physical violence and harassment⚠️

Canon universe! Captain Levi Ackerman X Female Reader! Overprotectiveness! Argument! Make-up! 2.1k words!

Summary: After a heated argument, you storm off, only to be cornered by a drunken man. Just as fear sets in, Levi arrives—furious and relentless.

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The barracks are quiet right now, save for the distant murmur of soldiers finishing their nightly routines. But the tension inside your room feels suffocating. The air inside is thick with tension, heated by an argument you barely remember starting. You and Levi are standing inches apart, locked in a battle of sharp words and stubborn silence.

"You're not going."

You stiffen but don't turn around. You had expected this.

Levi is standing by the doorway, arms crossed, posture rigid. His sharp gaze is locked onto you like a command.

"It's too dangerous."

A slow breath leaves your lips as you tug your satchel over your shoulder.

"I know the roads, Levi. I grew up there."

"I don't care," he snaps. "It's the middle of the damn night. Do you have any idea what kind of shit lurks out there?"

You turn to face him now, frustration simmering beneath your skin. " That's why I'm taking a carriage! Also I can handle myself."

Levi's expression darkens. "Tch. That's what I'm afraid of."

You exhale sharply, already knowing where this is going. He has always been overprotective, but this—this felt different. More annoying.

"I don't need you to babysit me," you mutter.

"You think this is about babysitting?" His raises his voice slightly, something rare for him. "It's about not being a reckless idiot. You have no idea what could happen if you—"

You cut him off. "So what? I should just sit here and wait for permission like some helpless girl? You know Levi, my mom is sick! I'm worried!"

Levi's jaw tightens. "That's why I'm saying I'll take you there myself tomorrow morning. Erwin haven't given you the permission to go either. So you can't leave!"

"So what? I can just leave right now and then I'll apologise to Erwin later!" You step closer, anger flaring as your voice raises. "Why do you always act like I can't do anything without you watching over me?"

Silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, Levi's expression shifts as his features hardens-

"Because you're weak."

The words slammed into you like a punch to the gut.

You know it too that you're weak. Compared to him. But that doesn't mean you're so weak that you can't even go to somewhere far just because it's the middle of night. It's too much.

And just to make the situation worse, Levi doesn't stop.

"You don't think. You just act. And one day, that's going to get you killed." His tone is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Maybe I should stop wasting my time worrying about you."

You swallow the tightness in your throat, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady.

"If that's how you see me, then I guess there's nothing left to say."

You step past him with your suitcase, your shoulder brushing against his as you walk out.

"Tch. Do whatever you want."

That was the last thing he said before turning his back to you.

And it stung.

You storm out, desperate for air, for distance—anything to stop your chest from aching like this. The streets of the district are quiet at this hour, save for the occasional patrol. The cool night air does little to ease the tightness in your chest as you quicken your pace, your destination set.

A dimly lit tavern comes into view, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the worn wooden walls. This isn't just any stop—it's where you need to collect medicine for your mother. From here, you'll catch a carriage that will take you home.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you push open the heavy door. The scent of alcohol and smoke envelops you immediately, thick and cloying. The low hum of conversation barely registers as you make your way to the counter.

Sliding the list of medicines across the worn wooden surface, you glance up at the tavern keeper. He takes it with a nod, scanning the contents before speaking. "Give me a moment. I'll get these for you."

You nod in response, shifting your weight as you glance around. Your eyes land on the large clock mounted on the wall. There's still time before the carriage arrives.

With another quiet sigh, you decide to order a juice, hoping it will help settle your nerves—even if just a little.

"You shouldn't be alone, y'know," a voice slurs beside you.

You stiffen. A man reeking of alcohol leans too close, his bloodshot eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach twist.

"You lost, sweetheart?" He grins, his teeth yellowed and uneven. "I can keep you company."

You kept your expression blank. "Not interested."

"Aww, don't be like that." His starts to brush his fingers against your arm up and down, slow and deliberate.

You pull away. "I said no."

But he wasn't listening. His hand clamps down on your wrist as the another grips your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. Your heart pounds as you try to yank yourself free.

But you're too tired. After the busy day and the argument... You're too tired!

"You're actin' like you got a choice," the drunk man sneers feeling your tiredness, yanking you toward him.

Suddenly there's a scrape of a chair. A shadow moved.

Then, a loud crack.

The man's head snaps to the side as he crashes onto the floor.

A hush falls over the tavern. The few patrons lingering in the room shrink back, whispering amongst themselves.

Levi stands over the crumpled man, his fist still clenched. His knuckles are already bruised, his chest rising and falling in steady, controlled breaths. But his eyes—his eyes are anything but calm. They burn with something dark, something lethal.

The drunk man groans, rolling onto his hands and knees, but Levi dosen't give him the chance to recover. He grabs him by the collar, lifting him just enough to slam his fist into his gut. A strangled gasp left the man's lips as he crumples again.

"You fucking bastard," Levi mutters, his voice low and sharp. A chill runs down to your spine because you can tell by his voice that he's furious.

Another punch.

The man coughs, spitting blood onto the floorboards. But Levi dosen't stop. He grabs a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.

"You think you can touch her and walk away? What were you planning to do with her, huh?" Levi's voice was dangerously calm, almost detached. His grip tightens. "I should kill you right here."

His fist reels back.

"Levi."

Your voice barely wavers, but it is enough to make him pause. His chest is still heaving, his fingers still curled into a fist, but something in his expression shifts.

He looks at you.

And for a moment, it felt like the whole world has gone silent.

"That's enough," you whisper, stepping closer. You reach for his hand—the same hand that has just shattered the bastard's nose—and cover it with your own.

Levi exhales sharply through his nose. His body is still tense, but after a few seconds, his grip loosens. He let the man collapse onto the floor, unconscious.

His attention shifts fully to you now, his gaze scanning you for any sign of injury. "Are you hurt?"

You shake your head. "Just shaken."

Levi's eyes darkens, and his fingers twitched like he is resisting the urge to turn back and break the man's ribs. But instead, he reaches for your hand, the same way you had reached for his. His touch is firm, grounding.

"You scared the hell out of me," he mutters. "So I followed you to make sure you make it to the carriage safely but-" He looks at the unconscious drunk man and clicks his tongue again.

"I'm sorry."

That's all you could just say.

Levi scoffs as the tavern keeper comes back with the medicine and apologises for the mess. Sighing you take the medicine and walk out with Levi before he can even start to give the keeper a piece of his mind.

"Thanks for coming levi." You say in a soft-grateful voice as you hand levi a tissue to clean his hand.

"Idiot. Of course, I did. I had to make sure you got into the carraige safely." He says as he wipes off the blood with an irritated expression on his face.

"Tch, filthy-"

You smile at his adorable irritation and slowly you step closer, resting your forehead against his. He stiffens at first—Levi isn't one for public displays of affection—but after a second, you feel his arms wrap around you, one hand slipping to the small of your back, the other curling into your hair.

"You smell like alcohol," he mutters against your cheek.

You huff a laugh. "You smell like blood."

His grip tightens, his lips ghosting against the top of your head. "Next time you're mad at me," he says, voice quieter now, "just punch me instead of running off."

You smile and meet his gaze, your hands gripping the front of his jacket. "Maybe I will."

His eyes softens. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leans in. His lips brushes against your forehead—slow, lingering.

"Let's go home," he murmurs.

And this time, when he leads you away, you followed without hesitation.

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 6/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lovers, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi guys 💜 It's me with a new chapter to please you 🥹 I didn't write much this time and I have to post it right now because I'm going to be busy this weekend. I have a birthday on Sunday 🫣 and I will have a house full of guests and they definitely won't let me write 😫😂 But I swear I will write every free minute to post 7 chapter for you as soon as possible. I came up with such an interesting idea there 🤭 Anyway, let me know how you like this part? Did you like everything? You know your opinion is important to me 🥰❤️‍🔥 Thank you all and I bow low for reading what I write, it is very important and valuable to me.

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko007, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 6. The dissonance of sympathy and hatred

Silence fell in the car. You could hear your own heartbeat, which seemed louder than the raindrops that kept pounding on the car roof. Jungkook was confused for a moment, obviously realizing that he really came inside you. Your sex was so hot and good that he couldn't get out of you in time, and you lost all sense of reality when the orgasm hit you. Jungkook gently squeezed your waist, making you remember that you were still sitting on top of him. 

"Why, did you just feel it now?" his voice sounded relaxed, a little mocking, but also with a hint of tired satisfaction.

You blinked, trying to comprehend the situation while your body was still trembling from his touch. The heat, the foggy car windows, the heavy breathing that was gradually steadying... All of this created an atmosphere of forbidden pleasure. 

"Jungkook..." you panicked, trying to say something, but he didn't let you finish.

He slowly ran his fingers down your back, creating the same goosebumps you felt every time he touched you gently. And then his hands stopped on your bare thighs. 

"Don't worry about it. There is emergency contraception you can take." he said with confidence in his voice. 

Your heart sped up as he tilted his head and met your gaze. His eyes were sparkling with fire, and you could see the pleasure of what had just happened, but you slowly recovered and finally began to understand clearly. You had just had sex again, and Jungkook had managed to come inside you. 

"Why the hell did you come inside me?" you asked angrily, resting your palms on his shoulders to push away from him. You were still sitting on his cock, which for some reason was getting hard inside you again. 

Jungkook just grinned defiantly, not allowing you to pull away even a little. His strong arms held your waist tightly, not allowing you to escape from his closeness.

"Oh, come on," he breathed, leaning closer, "You liked it." 

You realized that he wanted to kiss you, and you pressed your palms against his body as hard as you could to stop him from doing so. 

"Let go of me, I have to go." You struggled. Jungkook straightened up in his chair and literally grabbed you with his arms in his strong embrace. You were forced to bend your arms, and your palms slid down his chest. You felt their strength when he again left no space between you, his lips were close to yours, and you stirred on his hips, trying to free yourself. 

"You better not move or I'm going to come inside you again." Jungkook warned seriously. You froze. You felt his cock standing harden inside you. Is he kidding? How he ca get horny again so quickly? 

Your legs were stiff from the position, but you couldn't get free because Jungkook wasn't going to let go, and you didn't know how long he was going to keep you like this. 

"Let…let me go, Jeon!" you demanded, unconsciously squeezing his thighs with your knees. 

"If you're worried about getting pregnant, I'll buy you some pills." Jungkook offered, not a millimeter away from you. You looked at his lips, which beckoned with their softness and fullness. 

You blinked in confusion, trying to force yourself to focus on what was important and not on how attractive his lips looked right in front of yours.

"Yes, buy it," you breathed out, forcing yourself to look away. "But first, let me go."

Jungkook seemed to think for a second, as if considering whether he really wanted to do it. And he decided he didn't. He put his arm around your neck, running his fingers through your hair and kissed you, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth. You raised your eyebrows, but returned the kiss by intertwining your tongues. He wasn't planning a second round, was he? He seems actually in a hurry. 

You continued kissing and you couldn't think of anything else but this man who could make you lose all common sense so easily. Jungkook moved his hips and you moaned slightly, not expecting him to do that. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach when he made that movement again. Your knees were squeezing his hips with force. The pleasant feeling of being filled with his cock did its job. You were aroused again. 

"I really can fuck that sweet pussy again." Jungkook whispered as he pulled away from your lips. He didn't give you a chance to say anything as he immediately kissed you again, just as passionately as before. 

You were moving your hips to have your third orgasm today, and the thought of him coming inside you again scared you. You pulled away from his lips, but Jungkook didn't move away. You kept moving, feeling his hardness. 

"God forbid, if you come inside me again, I'll kill you," you warned him. Your voice was choked, raspy because you were riding his hips. Jungkook smiled, his eyes full of lust, and his palms were on your bare buttocks, squeezing your flesh. 

"I think you're right, this time I’ll need to control yourself." Jungkook said in a low voice with excitement. His voice made you feel even more fire inside. 

You were so close to each other. You could feel his pubic bone with your clit. His breath was burning your skin. 

His lips found yours again, greedy and demanding, and you leaned one hand on the back of the seat and kept the other on his shoulder. 

The space in the car was still suffocating, filled with the sounds of your moaning and bodies to collide. 

"Faster..." Jungkook ordered as he pulled away from your lips, and then simply pinched your lower lip between his teeth. You whimpered loudly. You sped up your movements. Sweat ran down your back, it was hot. And you felt tired. You had worked so hard today. 

The car swayed with the rhythm of your movements, and the air seemed too thick. 

You put your hand on the glass, feeling the condensation and the coldness of it. Your palm slid down, leaving a trail. 

You didn't think about anything else, only about this moment, his hands, his hot breath on your skin, and the sweet state you were both rapidly approaching. 

Suddenly, Jungkook's phone vibrated. He was cursing, but he didn't ask you to stop. He reached for the phone, and you had to stopped, breathing heavily. He took the phone, pressing his hand against your body.

"Fuck, he couldn't have called a minute later?!" Jungkook said. You couldn't turn your head to see who could have called Jungkook. It must be someone he was in a hurry to see. 

The phone vibrated, but suddenly it went silent because Jungkook clicked something on the car's touchscreen. He pressed the green button, answering the call through the car. A voice came through the car. 

"Jungkook!" you heard a man's low voice, which sounded angry, though his voice was steady. 

Jungkook turned to you, leaned back, and put his finger to his lips, showing you to be quiet. You stared at Jungkook, holding your breath. You sat on his cock, completely still. Your chest rose and fell silently. 

"Yes, Dad..." Jungkook said loudly and clearly, so that his breathless tone was not noticeable. Oh my God, did he really decide to talk to the president of the ‘Jeon Group’ right when you were having sex? 

"Son, you're keeping me waiting. I thought I told you that our conversation was important!"

"I'm on my way to your place..." Jungkook said, looking into your eyes, which looked like Bambi's frightened eyes. 

So that's where he was going, to meet his father.

"I heard that thirty minutes ago. I don't see you in our house." Jungkook's father's voice was similar to his. But it had a softer timbre. 

"I'm sorry, Dad, I had an urgent matter that I had to take care of right away." Jungkook smiled, winking at you. He held you tightly, his fingers lightly stroking your skin, and he wasn't going to let go of you, even though he was on the phone.

"I hope this 'urgent matter' is not related to those articles that came out this morning," his father's voice sounded heavy, but he still maintained his restraint.

You felt Jungkook tense slightly beneath you, his hand tightening on your thigh. His gaze burned with defiance, though he spoke to father in an even tone.

"You're right, it has to do with that." he said confidently, as if his father had no power over him.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Jungkook's father was clearly not happy with his son's behavior. 

You could hear Jungkook's breathing rapidly, even though he was trying to hide it. His cock was still inside you, hot and throbbing, and with every second the delayed conversation, your patience was diminishing.

"Jungkook, we agreed that you wouldn't cause any problems before we officially announce your engagement to Sukhi," his father finally spoke, more firmly now.

Jungkook laughed. Mockingly. 

"I never once said I would agree to this farce."

"A farce?" the man's voice turned cold. "You think you can tarnish the family's reputation just because you want to have fun with the first girl you see?"

You twitched, but Jungkook quickly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"She's not first girl..." His voice was low, warning. "I like her, and I want to be with her, not Sukhi. I told you from the beginning that I wouldn't marry under a contract."

You felt his hips rise a little and barely held back a groan. And you felt butterflies in your stomach.  For the third time that evening. But this time it was because of Chunguk's words. 

He said those words so sincerely that you would have believed him if you didn't know that your relationship going be fake.

"Come home right away," his father said firmly. "Otherwise, the consequences will be serious."

Jungkook didn't answer right away. He tilted his head back slightly, exhaled heavily, and confidently ran his palms over your buttocks, squeezing them. 

"Okay, Dad," he said, gathering his strength, his voice almost silky. You could feel him twitching inside you. "I'll come. But not right away."

After he said that, he pressed the end button, not giving his father a chance to object.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and squeezed hard, pulling you closer.

His lips touched yours, but he didn't kiss you.

"I hate it when I'm interrupted from important things."

Jungkook began to move his hips, forcing your body to give in to him. You also set your own pace, creating the friction that would bring you to your desired orgasm. 

"This is crazy..." you suddenly whispered, summarizing everything that had been happening around you since Jungkook had entered your life. He smiled, biting your lower lip again.

"Yes," he agreed. His fingers slid down your stomach before lifting up your white top that you had been wearing the whole time. His palms stopped on your breasts, squeezing them lightly, almost teasingly. His touch burned on your skin, making you arch and seek more contact.

Jungkook continued to move inside you, steady and deep, making your body betray all attempts to stay restrained. 

You inhaled sharply and then let the air out with a groan as he made a new, particularly confident movement. Jungkook smiled as he watched your reaction, pleased that he could make you feel this way.

You could feel him getting harder with each stroke, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you at the right pace. He was enjoying the way you were surrendering to the moment, the way your body was trembling in his hands.

"Gosh..." you moaned softly, closing your eyes against the wave of pleasure that was rolling over you.

Jungkook leaned down to your ear, his hot breath making you melt.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered. "You're so greedy for my cock."

His words, his touch, his rhythm - everything merged into a single whole, pushing you to the edge. Jungkook was also on the verge, his breathing heavier, his movements faster, and his grip even tighter.

"I'm... I'm going to come..." you warned him, so that Jungkook would be ready to come out of you in time. 

A few more strokes and your body arched, taking in every wave of orgasm that rolled through you, leaving only a pleasant shudder. Jungkook groaned, his movements became chaotic, you felt his hands grip your buttocks, and then he lifted you up abruptly. His warm cum spilled between you, onto your stomach and pussy, onto his thighs. 

When Jungkook stopped spewing his cum, he relaxed on the seat. It was an absolute mess between you two. You were both sweaty, out of breath, tired, and covered in Jungkook's cum. 

You were breathing heavily, still sitting on his lap, seeing his heart beating frantically in time with yours.

"Fuck, I'm generous tonight, aren't I kitten?" he asked with a smirk, hinting at the amount of cum that had soiled you. You snorted, unable to contain your emotions at the joke. So he is really generous today. He fucked you three times, and earlier he promised you a position in the main company and pay you to be his fake girlfriend.

"You're a real patron of the arts," you joked back, and Jungkook laughed heartily. You giggled too. You laughed together, but your smile faded when you realized where you were and what had just happened. 

"Do you have any napkins or anything? We need to cleanse." You said. You turn your head looking for them. 

"Yeah, they're in the glove compartment." Jungkook said, pointing to the one opposite the passenger seat. You wanted to get off Jungkook, but he held your hips with his hands. "You'd better not get off me, or you'll get the car interior dirty."

You looked at him in embarrassment. He was right, but you could hardly feel your legs anymore. They were swollen and sore. You wanted to get off his lap. 

"How am I supposed to get the napkins?" you asked, unhappy. 

Jungkook glanced at the glove compartment, estimating the distance to it, and then smiled.

"You'll have to reach for it."

His hands were firmly on your buttocks, holding you still. You rolled your eyes, realizing you didn't have many options. Your body was sticky, and there was a lot of Jungkook's cum, and if you got up from him you would stain the floor and the car seats, so you reached to the side. 

The glove compartment opened with a slight click, and you quickly grabbed a pack of wet wipes.

"Here," you held it up proudly, happy to have gotten it so easily, but Jungkook didn't pay attention. 

His gaze lingered on your breasts, which were now completely exposed with your top still up. His hands slid gently around your waist, and his lips stretched into a sly smile.

"Let me help you cleanse…" his voice was seductive. You felt your body responding to these words, but you quickly regained your composure. You hastily opened the napkins and began to take them out of the package 

"I'm not without a hands, I can do it myself..." you started wiping yourself, hoping he would give you some space. 

But he just laughed.

"I'll be happy to help with that, it's my fault you're all stained..." his fingers touched your stomach, rubbing the remnants of cum as if it were something normal. 

You froze at Jungkook's sudden movement, then pushed him into your chest.

"What the hell are you doing? You're not helping!"

Jungkook grabbed the napkins from your hands and began to wipe you down. You froze again, watching his palms. He threw the napkin away and took another one. You could feel its coolness on your stomach, and then Jungkook moved it down to your crotch, wiping you there as well. You were embarrassed. He looked down at you and smiled, noticing your shyness. 

"You're so sexy when you're shy," Jungkook said, changing the napkin. You looked up at your feet. But instead of simply accepting the compliment, you narrowed your eyes and replied, filling your voice with sarcasm. 

"Do you ever think about anything other than sex?" 

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and hummed. 

"Of course..." he said mischievously. You looked at his face, lingering on his moles, which you could see so clearly now, even though it was dark in the car. The light from the street lamps faintly penetrated the interior, distorted by raindrops. Shadows danced on his face from the patterns created by the stream of water that poured over the windshield. 

"Curious to know about what?" You asked without changing my tone. Jungkook looked like the type who thinks about sex 24/7. 

"You want to know what I'm thinking about right now or anything at all?" He asked playfully. He changed the fourth napkin, conscientiously wiping you clean of any traces of his cum. You looked down between your bodies and looked at your stomach, which was damp from the napkins. 

"What are you thinking about now?" you asked. You wanted to hear that maybe he was nervous about meeting his father, or that he would share a plan for what you should do next, but he said something else entirely. 

"Right now I'm thinking about the fact that I like your tits." he said and you froze. Your top was still up and your breasts were at his eye level. 

Jungkook sensed that you were not responding to his words and looked up at you. He gave you a cocky smile. 

"What? This has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with you." Jungkook assured you. You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. 

"God, you're unbearable, honestly, Jeon."

You finally got off his lap and stood on the floor. Your legs ached and shook. You had been in that position for too long and now you could barely stand. Jungkook held your hand, helping you to the passenger seat. But when you almost sat down, you felt his cum dripping between your legs. It was the same one he had used to come inside you. You froze. Damn, it was so embarrassing. 

"What's wrong?" he asked as he put on his boxers and saw your confused expression. You looked at him angrily. He is always creating awkward situations for you. That annoying guy...

"It's nothing special. Just some leftover luxury you left in me from the last time." You said irritably, picking up the napkins and wiping yourself. 

Jungkook pulled up his pants with a satisfied smile watching you. You threw the napkin in with the ones he was using to clean you and sat down on the seat, finding your thong and quickly putting it on.

"Fuck, that's so hot." you heard Jungkook's voice say in awe. You glanced sideways at him. "I'm getting a little crazy thinking about you leaking my cum." 

His words made you feel hot. This man is a real maniac. 

"Jeon, shut your mouth." you snapped. Jungkook chuckled.

The sound of an incoming call rang throughout the car. Because Jungkook's iPhone was connected to the car's display, a name popped up on the Maybach's touchscreen: "Kang Sukhi." You both stared into the screen and then looked at each other at the same time. But each of you felt different emotions. You, for example, felt nervous for some reason. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest. 

You looked down to hide your emotions and, making your expression as indifferent as possible, straightened your jacket and put on your hood to leave. 

"I'll go." You said, putting your palm on the door lock. 

But instead of picking up the phone, Jungkook knocked down the call. He put his hand on your hip, holding you back. 

"You're not leaving. We're going to the pharmacy right now to buy you emergency contraception." He said. You looked at him without emitting any emotion and then turned away. 

"There's no need to go anywhere. I'll buy them tomorrow morning." You said in a steady voice. In fact, you wanted to leave as soon as possible. 

"Why wait until morning when I can buy them now?" Jungkook asked you as he started the car. He reached for the dirty napkins under his feet and put them in a used paper bag. He threw them on the floor near the back seats. He wanted to drive away, but Kang Sukhi's name appeared on the dashboard again. 

She seemed to need his attention. You tried to act indifferent, but something was tugging at your heartstrings. It was clear that Kang Sukhi was not just an acquaintance. She was someone who was imposed on him, someone his parents saw him with. And whatever his real opinion of her was, she was almost his fiancée.

Did this make you nervous? Why would it? 

Jungkook knocked down a call for the second time. 

"You should have answered her. In case it was important." you said smiling to hide the strange emotions in your middle. Jungkook looked at you carefully. 

"It can't be anything important from her. She's probably calling to pick my brain." he said irritably. Jungkook turned on the windshield wipers to see where he was going. You looked at the road. 

"Jungkook, your father is waiting for you. No need to go to the pharmacy. I'll buy them myself. Give me a ride to the entrance so I don't get wet." you asked. 

Jungkook looked at you carefully. 

"Are you sure? It's not hard for me to do." 

You shook your head, confirming what you had said earlier. 

"Yes. Go to the meeting." you said. 

Jungkook continued to stare at you as if he was trying to read something between the lines, but eventually nodded reluctantly.

"Okay." He turned the car around and drove silently toward your house. 

You were in the bathroom when your phone vibrated. Your contact's name appeared on the screen: "Mother." Your stomach twisted unpleasantly - it always did when she called.

She called for one reason only-to demand money. She never asked how you were living or how you were feeling. You had nothing in common except biology. She gave you life, but she was never a real mother. Her attitude towards you was always cold and indifferently distant.

You never knew who your father was. Every time you asked about him as a little girl, she would quarrel, break down in tears and start drinking even more.

Your grandmother raised you. Warm, loving, caring - she was everything you needed. Thanks to her, you did well in school and were able to enter a prestigious university on a scholarship. You worked hard, dreaming of a good job to thank your grandmother for her love and support. And you succeeded: you got a position in one of the most prestigious companies in Busan. But you wanted more, so you found a job in Seoul.

And then... you lost it because of a stupid situation. Now you were a prisoner. Fate must have decided that you didn't have enough drama in your life, so first it gave you Jungkook, and then it gave you the brilliant idea of asking him to play your boyfriend.

Your mother's phone call ruined your mood. It was the last thing you needed right now. Ignoring a few annoying calls, you still sent her 20 thousand won without even calling back. You didn't want to do it, but you knew that otherwise she might go to grandmother's house and demand the money from her. This had happened before, and you found out about it by accident. Grandma hid the truth from you, not wanting you to worry.

To calm yourself down, you called her. As usual, she spoke to you warmly and asked you about your day. Of course, you lied and told her that you were fine and eating well. And then you unobtrusively mentioned your mother, telling that you had sent money so that she wouldn't bother her. From grandma you heard that your mother hadn't come and demanded anything this time, you relaxed a bit.

After the conversation, you sat down on the couch, flipping through social media. But your thoughts kept coming back to Jungkook. To what happened between you today.

The sex in his car.

You tried to put it out of your mind, to convince yourself that it didn't mean anything. That he was just a neighbor who annoyed you. That you should be angry with him, because he got you into a situation that damaged your image. But... the situation has changed.

You agreed to help him get his "freedom" and you set the rules: you can't catch feelings because you have a agreement. You pretend to be his girlfriend so that he doesn't get married under the contract, and in return he gives you a job in the main company.

It's as simple as that.

But with every passing minute, you realized that you were starting to think about him too much.

Yes, you couldn't deny that you liked having sex with him. Jungkook had an undeniable natural attraction, no matter how fucking annoying you thought he was. His charisma worked like a charm.

But it was something else that bothered you the most.

You remembered how after sex, he gently wiped you clean of the remaining sperm. How he wanted to go to get birth control pills, even though his angry father was waiting for him. How after your first night, he took you to the bathroom and helped you wash.

His care scared you.

You made up your mind: "No more sex!" 

If you fall in love with Jungkook...

The thought made you cringe.

No. It's not possible. You'll never fall in love with that asshole!

You were about to add a new rule to your list. 

To switch gears, you went to the kitchen as usual to drink warm milk before bed. You turned on the microwave, automatically tidy up the coffee maker, put the dishes away, wiped the countertop...

And at that very moment, the doorbell rang.

You froze. Who could come so late? You glanced at the door and the image of only one person who could have come to your house so late appeared in your mind. 

A little hesitantly, you went to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing a familiar face, you bit your lips against your will. Of course it was Jungkook. You opened the door, ignoring the rapid rhythm of your heart. 

When you opened them, you met the gaze of obsidian eyes. He was dressed casually, wearing a large black T-shirt that couldn't hide his perfect body. His pumped-up chest was clearly visible even under the oversized T-shirt. His wide sweatpants only emphasized his relaxed confidence.

A slight smile played on Jungkook's face when he saw you in front of him. He did not hide his appraising gaze. Jungkook ran his eyes over your figure. 

You were wearing pajamas-lightweight pants and a strapless tank top with... nothing underneath. His eyes rested briefly on your breasts, and he could clearly see your nipples through the fabric. 

You were embarrassed, but didn't let on.

"Why did you come?" you asked, a little sharper than you expected. Jungkook looked at your face and smiled wider.

"I could say that I missed you," he said in a playful voice, "but I lie a lot as it is. I’m here for a reason."

You rolled your eyes defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide them from his gaze.

"What reason? Couldn't it wait until the morning?" you asked, irritated. You stared at Jungkook and barely controlled your breathing, which was fast and uneven from your rapid heartbeat. The dirty memories of your sex tonight were like intrusive flies in your head. 

"Aren't you going to invite me inside?" his voice sounded low and slightly mocking.

"No," you answered immediately, but he had already taken a step forward. You reflexively took a step back. 

"Oh..." he raised one eyebrow. "Why so categorical? I thought you enjoyed my company." 

The door closed behind him with a dull thud.

"Jeon, why did you bother coming? Say what you want and get out." You tried to sound angry, but inside you were bubbling with curiosity as to why he showed up at this time.

"Are you angry? Did I not satisfy your physical needs? I thought I did everything at the highest level." He smiled seductively, running his tongue over his lips. You maintained your indifferent expression and raised your eyebrows.

"There's no limit to perfection..." you replied sarcastically. Jungkook laughed heartily, and you held back your laughter, pursing your lips. You had to keep up the good work. 

"You're right kitten." he said through his laughter. "But I'm really here for business. Here you go..." He handed you a small bag with the logo of a local pharmacy that he kept behind his back.

You automatically took the bag and looked inside, not realizing what he could bring. When you put your hand inside the bag, you felt a box.

Emergency contraception. He bought you the pills and brought them right to your doorstep. You looked up at him, full of surprise, and he just smiled, calmly and confidently.

"Are you serious?" you asked. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders without waiting for your invitation come into inside and walked further into the apartment without looking back. He sat down on the couch. You remained standing by the door, looking at the medicine in your hands in confusion.

"I thought it would be safer if you took the medicine right away. The sooner the better, I read." he said, throwing his arms over the back of your couch. His voice was relaxed, without any concern for what kind of pills he was talking about. 

"Are you worried about becoming a daddy?" you couldn't contain your sarcasm. Jungkook looked at you with a challenge, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not, but do you want to become a mother?" he answered jokingly, but his voice were serious.

"I do, but not with your help." Jungkook snorted. He shook his head, looking like he didn't believe what you said.

Jungkook smiled at you, his dark eyes glittering with defiance.

"Well, you don't have to worry now. I've taken care of you," he winked. 

You took a deep breath, trying not to react.

"You didn't have to worry about me, I told you I'd buy them myself," you replied coldly, walking over to the couch and throwing the bag on the table. "And you came so late to bring them...couldn't you wait until morning?" you asked, sitting down in the chair to begin away from him. 

"I'm impatient," he admitted. His gaze on you was attentive and interested. "Besides, I wanted to know how you felt after sex." 

You grimaced, hoping it would help hide the excitement his words caused. Jungkook was amused to see you trying to hide your embarrassment. 

"You act like it was my first time," you grumbled. 

Jungkook hummed, dropping one arm into his lap. The other remained on the back of the couch. His confident, relaxed look only irritated you more.

"Definitely not the first, we've fucked twice already." He smiled, tilting his head to the side, gauging your reaction.

You looked down at the medicine bag. How much longer are you going to put up with this jerk today? 

You frowned, you didn't need to be reminded and you remembered well how many times you had sex. Jungkook sighed at your indignation. He slowly ran his hand through his hair.

"Okay, kitten, don't be mad," he said gently. "I really wanted to make sure you were okay."

You pressed your lips together, not knowing what to say.

"I'm fine, so don't worry about me. Because you'll get used to it, and then suddenly you'll fall in love. What are you going to do?" You asked, smiling. Even though you were nervous about his jokes and behavior, you couldn't help but fight back. 

Jungkook laughed out loud, leaning forward as if your words really amused him. He licked his lips, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at you with his usual audacity.

"Fall in love?" he repeated, "Kitten, I'm not that sentimental."

"Oh, really?" you said, pretending to be surprised. "Because it looks like you just can't seem to leave me alone. You made the 'no feelings' rule, didn't you? Or is it hard for you to follow rules, even the ones you made?"

Jungkook hummed as he got up from the couch and slowly walked over to you. His movements were smooth and relaxed, but his eyes were focused. He stopped right in front of you, leaning down slightly to be level with your face.

"I can't," he admitted, smiling. "You've noticed that, haven't you? That I always do things my way."

You sighed, forcing yourself not to look away. He was deliberately playing with you, challenging you, and you knew you couldn't show weakness.

"I noticed. So to make sure that things don't go your way, I'd like to add one rule. And it will be mandatory, otherwise I won't keep my end of the bargain."  

Now he was a little confused. You were pleased with his reaction. 

"What rule?" Jungkook asked in a serious tone. 

"No sex." you said firmly. Jungkook froze, and then laughed, straightening up. He looked down at you from above his height and chuckled again. He walked back to the couch and leaned back. 

"Are you trying to convince yourself that this is a bad idea again?" he asked with a smile, but his tone was irritated. You wanted to protest, but he didn't let you speak, interrupting you. "We have such damn good sex. Why do you keep trying to deny it?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

"This is actually a bad idea, Jeon. You and I both know that. One of us is definitely going to break the rules if we continue to have sex." you replied firmly. "I don't want to complicate things. Let's just keep it a business transaction." 

"Did you just admit that you might be in love with me?" 

You blinked several times in surprise, confused by his question. And when you realized his meaning, you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose. Why does he piss you off so much?

"No, Mr. Narcissist, I meant you." you said colorlessly. 

Jungkook smiled out of the corner of his mouth, lounging relaxed on the couch. 

"Kitten, to be honest, I think you like what we have more than you're willing to admit," his voice was low and calm, but there was something dangerous about it.

"You're wrong. If I liked it, I'd keep was fucking by you, not ask to stop." you countered, meeting his gaze. 

Jungkook's face instantly became serious and he could no longer contain his irritation, but a challenge flashed in his eyes. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and you ignored the gesture as best you could. A second of silence between you. Intense glances that could physically emit lightning. And you continued. 

"So for our deal to work out well, you have to take new point into this account." you stood your ground. 

Jungkook raised one eyebrow.

"But you must have forgotten that there's a 'no partners' clause." Jungkook said and you tensed up, realizing where he was going with this. "Have pity on me Y/N. How am I supposed to live without sex for how many months? I have to be 'faithful' to you and not have other women. Why don't we um..." he put a finger to his lip as if remembering something, "help ourselves satisfy our physical needs until we finalize our deal?" Jungkook suggested. 

You were boiling with anger. 

"Are you going to remind me of those words for the rest of my life?" you fumed. "I want everything to be simple between us."

"And what could be simpler than sex?"

You exhaled nervously. He was just hopeless. 

"Do you know how to listen, or just talk?"

Jungkook smiled, leaning in your direction.

"I can do a lot of different things." His voice was softer, almost velvety.

You swallowed, but held your ground.

"Then listen carefully: nothing else will happen between us."

He was quiet for a second, assessing your words. Jungkook's eyes darted between yours, and then he stood up abruptly.

"Okay," he nodded, "Whatever you say. Let's see how long you can hold out."

You clenched your fists as he headed for the exit.

"I'll last a long time. And don't even think about provoking me, Jeon. Otherwise, I won’t abide by the agreement." you said firmly, getting up from your armchair. 

Jungkook stopped at the door and then turned to you, hiding his hands in his pockets. 

"If you refuse the deal, you will be left with nothing. I won't lift a finger to give you your job back, let alone give you a job at the parent company." Jungkook's voice sounded confident, leaving you with no choice again. Everything inside you was torn. He's blackmailing you again. He clearly wants everything to be his way and no other. 

You went to him and stopped a step away from his figure. You were shaking with anger. You raised your finger and poked him right in the face. 

"It's your fucking fault that I'm out of work! And you have to give it back to me. How dare you blackmail me?" 

Jungkook looked at your angry face and couldn't help but think that he had already lost. He was really blackmailing you because... because he wants that you to do things his way. He wants you to be his. Pretend to be his girlfriend, have sex with him, and be obedient, and he will do what he promised you. But you resist. You've been resisting since you met him. And the more you resist, the more he wants to have you. 

He grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall, dangerously close to your lips. He instantly felt aroused. Jungkook looked at you as if he was ready to eat you right then and there. His fingers squeezed your wrist, and his body pressed against yours. A wave of warmth and self-confidence emanated from him that took your breath away.

"You keep blaming me, but you created this problem. So if I'm obligated to do something, you're also obligated to honor the agreement. This isn't blackmail." 

You tensed up, trying to push him away, but he only tightened his grip on your wrist, not allowing you to pull away.

"I'm ready to do it, but only if you don't touch me again!" you said angrily. The fact that he was so close to you instantly inflamed you, but you absolutely did not want to accept it. Your physical attraction to him would not end well. And knowing yourself, if you continue to have sex with Jungkook, you will lose yourself. And that can't happen. No way.

His gaze slowly descended to your lips. You tried to carry yourself with dignity.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked tensely. 

"I really want this," you answered coldly, but you felt your body betraying you in a sneaky way - your heart was beating too fast, your breathing was ragged. Jungkook leaned even closer, so that there was almost no space between you. 

His lips didn't even give you a second to realize what was happening.

His mouth captured yours in a kiss that was hard, passionate, possessive. It wasn't the kind of gentle kiss that makes your heart flutter. No, it was a challenge. A challenge that he was throwing at you, and you could either accept it or lose.

You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. And all you could do was cling to his shirt with your fingers, keeping your balance.

When Jungkook finally pulled away from you, his breathing was labored and his eyes were even darker. He let go of you too abruptly. 

"Okay. No sex." he said. You looked at him angrily. You couldn't understand what had just happened. Why did this asshole just kiss you? "We'll see what happens. I think you'll be the first, who’s to break that’s t rule." 

Jungkook put the handle on your door and pushed it open. 

"Don't even dream about it! I'm definitely not breaking it!" you threw at him. He looked back when he was outside your apartment. 

"Take the pill so you don't get pregnant." He reminded you and walked decisively into his apartment. You closed the door with a loud bang. You were shaking with anger and exhaled heavily. 

Damn Jungkook. As usual, he makes every situation difficult. 

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[actualbird]

who do you think makes the most money amongst the NXX men. we have luke with three sources of income (NSB, antique shop & private detective gig), marius whose a literal CEO of the biggest corporation, vyn who has his own research centre + is a psychiatrist + nobility (not sure if that counts tbh given his complicated relationship with his haspran lineage) and artem whose a lawyer. i feel like marius makes the most, and then it’s kinda debatable between vyn and luke, but artem’s for sure last, and that’s wild because he makes BANK. he’s only in fourth place because someone has to be there 🧍‍♀️

anon, i need you to know this simple question sent me into a spiral. it had me googling things like "How much does James Bond make annually???? (adjusted to present day inflation)" and wondering things like "hold on, what currency do we use for this, because Stellis uses their currency of Stellins and the income will definitely depend as well on the strength Stellin as a currency and the cost of living within Stellis, but oh god we don't really have any good information on how much Stellin is in comparison to IRL currencies, but fuck, i do need to pick a currency to base this off of or else we're not getting ANYWHERE [PULLS AT MY FUCKING HAIR]---"

okay. all that said, this question sent me through so many tabs of googling, but after all that research and my own headcanons and views, here is my answer.

1ST PLACE = marius von hagen

obviously. he's the CEO of one of the most powerful and influential corporations in the country of Stellis. he makes like a gazillion bajillion fuckoff-illion Stellin annually, we dont even have to find a number for him because he's definitely at the top.

did you know canonically, marius never checks the price tag of any of the things he buys? yeah. i think that says enough

2ND PLACE = vyn richter

im not going to do any numbers or math for vyn either because i agree with you that vyn is at second place. vyn technically has the following sources of income

psychologist/psychiatrist

owner/co-founder of Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center

visiting professor at the School of Psychology of Stellis University

being Royalty (but this is...complicated)

being a visiting professor is basically negligible, income-wise. i come from a family of teachers so i know teachers, even at a university level, are paid horrendously. but his practice as a psychiatrist and the income he gets as the owner and co-founder of his research center must be Big Bucks

as for the being Royalty part.....i dont think thats Income, per se, but vyn definitely doesnt need to WORRY about money tbh. worst comes to worst, shitbag dad eirik haspran will throw svartish currency at vyn's face, which vyn will ABSOLUTELY HATE, but that doesnt get rid of the fact that it Is money that he's got access to.

in terms of attitudes and behaviors in regards to spending, his placement of 2nd place seems to align here: vyn lives with many fancy luxuries!! nowhere near as extravagant and out-of-this-world as marius, but it's There: the clear see-through grand piano in his pre-moving-in-together bedroom, the upper class hobbies and interests like wine tasting and horse riding, that kind of stuff. so i think he fits here in 2nd place.

INTERMISSION = i need to take you through my process, methodology, and struggle here (so you understand what i WENT THROUGH)

okay now it was artem and luke that tripped me up the most for this response. my gut instinct when you said artem was last place just made me go "that can't be right...."

i originally tried to solve this conundrum by doing actual math and conversion. my process was:

search the job's annual salary in China (because Stellis is based on Chinese cities in general. this would mean we would be working under Chinese living costs and the Chinese Yuan)

convert those values into Philippine Peso simply so that i can comprehend the numbers

compare who's higher!!

but then that made me realize a big issue with this process.....artem's job is easy, he's a Senior Attorney. but luke....what the FUCK is his actual job title for the NSB??????

in Main Story 05-01, he describes himself as part of the "Financial and Technological Crime Section" of the NSB, and he joins the NXX Investigation Team as a "special investigator" but like....WHATS HIS TITLE. WHATS HIS POSITION. WHATS HIS JOB DESCRIPTION AND WHAT ARE HIS RESPONSIBILITIES???

on NSB missions or during his NSB era, luke has been seen doing undercover work, hacking (idk a more formal term for this), combat training for new recruits, AND THE LIST GOES ON. essentially, searching for his "job" in the first place tripped me up

hence why i landed at this reddit page

it seemed like a lost fucking cause to use actual IRL sources for luke's job so i went into the realm of fictional secret agents, james bond being the most known and, well, luke pearce is basically james bond at this point, what with everything he's had to do already.

HOWEVER, i won't be using the exact numbers that the above reddit thread came up with, because those numbers are based on the living costs and culture of Europe. that fucked up all the numbers ONCE MORE

SO WHAT I INSTEAD DECIDED TO DO WAS extrapolate the answer based on Vibes and Living Conditions

"zak why did you tell us all of this if you were gonna disregard it anyway" because you all need to know how much i wENT THROUGH, FOR THIS ASK SKJFBDLSKFJSD.

3RD PLACE = artem wing

he may have a normal job but consider the fact that he bought a penthouse apartment straight out of college.

additionally, after consulting an Artem Knower, she mentioned and reminded me of the fact that Pax is Themis' client. so artem is getting them BIG PAX BUCKS.

his living conditions are sleek, elegant, and luxurious. not at the same level as vyn and marius, but it is very swanky. in his pre-moving-in-together apartment, he literally had his own private cinema room. his kitchen had two ovens. these are signs that he makes BANK.

4th PLACE = luke pearce

"but zak!! luke literally has THREE SOURCES OF INCOME!! AND ONE OF THOSE IS BEING A GOVERNMENT AGENT!!!" to that i say:

the income from Time's Antiquities is honestly negligible because 1) its main purpose, canonically, isn't actually to be an establishment but instead a front for his PI business. yes, he does do restorations and make sales, but that's not his priority. and 2) HE DOES SO MUCH SHIT FOR FREE. LUKE, THIS IS NO WAY TO RUN A BUSINESS!!! KBSLFBLDS

the income from his Pearce Private Investigations is also somewhat negligible because, again, HE ALSO DOES CASES FOR FREEEEEE or at the very least is very flexible about payment

as for being a government agent........the government does Not Pay Its Employees Well

"but unlike artem, who has an apartment, luke has an entire 3-floor building to himself!!" yes he does! but he did not buy that. it was canonically left to him by his deceased parents

with those matters out of the way, i wanna say that luke making the least among the boys (WHICH DOESNT MEAN HE MAKES LITTLE. he definitely still makes Money, just not as much as the other three) makes sense given his Vibes and Living Conditions

in terms of vibes, luke is a very simple boy. he tends for "low-brow" hobbies and indulgences and food. in terms of living conditions, his pre-moving-in-together living space, which was just one floor of his 3-floor building, was very simple as well, even cramped. his bed was on a palette on the FLOOR. LUKE, FOR GOD'S SAKE, SURELY YOU MAKE ENOUGH TO GET A PROPER BEDFRAME //SHAKES HIM

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conclusion = never make me do this again

i went through a crisis trying to answer this ask. people are allowed to have different opinions of course, but this is My View. i hope this response was at the very least entertaining. KBKSJFSDF

[chrissssssmut]

Liz and Rei threesome nuru massage smut?

RELIEVING TENSION

Liz & Rei x Male Reader

AN: Last fic for this week! Need to prioritize my health so I'll be resting for now! UIIIAUIIAAIAAU💕

The exhaustion had been creeping up for weeks. Work had drained you, your body aching in ways that no amount of sleep could fix. You needed something—something different. Something that would help you loosen up completely.

That’s what led you here, standing at the entrance of an upscale but discreet massage parlor tucked away in the quieter streets of the city. The sign outside read, "Ethereal Touch", its soft golden glow inviting and warm. With a deep breath, you pushed the door open, greeted by the gentle chime of a bell.

The receptionist, a striking young woman with long dark hair and sharp eyes, greeted you with a knowing smile. "Welcome to Ethereal Touch. Are you looking for a specific massage, or would you like to browse our packages?" Her name tag read Rei.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I’d like to see the packages."

Rei handed you a laminated menu, her neatly manicured fingers brushing against yours briefly. Your eyes scanned over the options—standard oil massages, deep tissue treatments, aromatherapy… but then, something caught your eye. "Nuru Experience - Ultimate Relaxation (Two Masseuses)".

Your gaze lingered on the description. Heated, fragrance-free gel, full body contact, synchronized deep relaxation…

"That one." You pointed, your voice steadier than you expected.

Rei smirked, as if she had expected your choice all along. "Good choice. Liz and I will be taking care of you tonight."

A soft chime rang as another door opened. A blonde-haired woman stepped forward, her features delicate yet captivating. Her skin glowed under the warm lighting, and her smile was gentle but unreadable. "You must be my next client," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "Follow me."

Your heart picked up as you followed Liz and Rei down the dimly lit hallway, the scent of lavender and warm oils hanging in the air. The room they led you to was sleek yet cozy—candlelight flickering softly, a large cushioned mat replacing the usual massage table in the center.

Liz turned to you, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You know how this works, right?"

You swallowed. "Not exactly."

Rei chuckled, stepping closer, her fingers grazing the hem of your shirt. "Don't worry. We'll take good care of you. Just relax and let us do all the work."

Liz gestured toward a small changing area in the corner. "You can undress there. There's a robe if you'd like to cover up before we begin."

You nodded, stepping into the area and taking a deep breath. The anticipation was building as you undressed, neatly folding your clothes before slipping into the robe. When you stepped back out, Rei and Liz were waiting, Liz holding a bottle of the warm, glistening Nuru gel in her hands.

"Lie down on the mat," Liz instructed, her voice soothing yet firm.

As you settled onto the cushioned mat, Rei knelt beside you, her hands trailing lightly over your shoulders. "You seem tense," she mused, her voice carrying a playful lilt. "We’ll have to fix that."

Liz knelt on your other side, her hands already warming the gel between her fingers. "We’ll start slow. Just let us take care of you."

The massage started off normal—well, as normal as it could be with two stunning women gliding their slick, warm hands over your body. Their movements were slow, deliberate, working out every knot in your muscles with practiced ease.

But then… things shifted.

"Turn over for us," Liz murmured, her voice soft yet commanding.

You hesitated for a second, but Rei gave you a playful tap on your shoulder. "Don’t be shy. We still have a lot of tension to work out."

Rolling onto your back, you tried to focus on the feeling of their hands, the heat of their bodies so close to yours. Liz’s fingers pressed into your shoulders, kneading firmly before slowly trailing downward. Too slow. Too intentional.

Rei’s touch mirrored hers, moving along your sides, the slickness of the gel making every motion smooth, effortless. And then—Liz’s hands ghosted over your thighs, her nails dragging lightly against sensitive skin. Your breath hitched.

Rei chuckled, voice laced with amusement. "Sensitive, are we?"

Liz smirked, her fingertips grazing higher, dangerously close. "Looks like we found another area that needs some… special attention."

Your body betrayed you before you could even react, heat pooling low in your stomach as your cock twitched to life. Liz and Rei exchanged glances, their smiles growing as they leaned in closer.

"Don’t worry," Liz purred. "We’ll take care of everything."

For a brief moment, your mind raced. Was this still part of the package? Were they really offering… this?

Almost as if they could read your thoughts, Rei giggled, her breath warm against your skin. "Of course it is," she whispered. "This is the best package we offer."

Liz leaned in closer, her fingers teasing along your length, barely touching—just enough to make you throb with anticipation. "You did pick the ultimate relaxation experience," she added, her voice dripping with amusement. "We’re just making sure you get what you paid for."

A shaky breath left your lips as Liz finally wrapped her hand around your cock, her movements slow, deliberate—like she wanted to savor every reaction. Meanwhile, Rei shifted, her presence growing closer until her lips hovered just above yours, her eyes dark with something unreadable.

"You’re so tense," she murmured. "Let me help with that."

And then, before you could even process it, her lips met yours—soft, warm, and undeniably intoxicating.

The sensation was overwhelming—two gorgeous women, their bodies pressed against you, their hands and lips exploring every inch of your skin. It caught you completely off guard.

You wanted to say something, maybe protest, maybe question how this was even happening—but the words never came. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as Liz maintained her slow, torturous rhythm, her fingers working you with a practiced touch.

Rei finally pulled away from the kiss, her lips glistening as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You're lucky, you know," she whispered, voice dripping with something dangerously sweet. "We don’t usually go this far with clients..."

She paused, letting her fingers trace lazily down your chest before smirking. "But since you’re extra attractive, we figured you deserved the best special treatment."

Liz let out a soft chuckle, her grip tightening just slightly. "Hope you can handle it."

Within seconds, Liz rose to her feet, her eyes locked onto yours with something almost predatory. Your breath caught as she hooked her fingers around the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her thighs before stepping out of them completely.

She didn’t hesitate. With the nuru gel making everything impossibly slick, she straddled you, positioning herself just right before slowly sinking down onto your throbbing cock. The sensation was instant—hot, wet, and so smooth that it almost didn’t feel real. A deep, shaky groan slipped from your lips as she took you in inch by inch, her nails lightly grazing your chest.

Rei, still close, still whispering, smirked at your reaction. "You like that?" she murmured, her fingers teasing along your jaw before tilting your head back slightly. "You like being inside of Liz?"

Her voice was intoxicating, a perfect contrast to the slow, deliberate movements Liz was making above you. Every roll of her hips, every squeeze around you, every whispered word from Rei sent a fresh wave of heat through your body.

Liz let out a soft moan, her hands bracing against your chest as she moved. "He loves it," she teased, breathless. "Look at him."

Rei giggled, pressing her lips close to your ear. "Don’t hold back. We want to hear everything."

Liz’s hands found their way to your chest, her fingers digging in slightly as she picked up her pace. She bounced on your length, her movements fast and effortless, the slick warmth of the nuru gel making every thrust impossibly smooth.

The sensation was overwhelming—each downward motion sending a wave of pleasure through your body, the lewd sound of skin against skin filling the dimly lit room. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it slipped out anyway, raw and breathless.

Rei smirked at the sound, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across your jaw before tilting your chin towards her. "You’re really enjoying this, huh?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Feels too good to stay quiet?"

Liz let out a soft, breathy moan of her own, her nails pressing into your chest as she rode you harder. "You’re stretching me so well," she panted, her rhythm never faltering. "I can feel you twitching… are you about to lose it?"

Rei chuckled, her lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Don’t fight it," she whispered. "Give Liz everything."

After a while, Liz’s movements slowed, her breath heavy as she lifted herself off of you, leaving you throbbing and desperate for more. A wicked smile played on her lips as she met your gaze.

"I think it’s Rei’s turn now," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before you could even process it, Rei was already moving. She stood up, her hands gripping her hips as she slid her panties to the side, revealing herself to you. Without hesitation, she positioned herself over your aching cock, her breath shaky with anticipation.

And then, in one slow, careful motion, she sank down onto you.

A sharp gasp left both of you at the same time. Rei’s body clenched around you, impossibly tight, the heat and slickness making you dizzy.

"Holy shit," Rei choked out, her hands flying to your chest to steady herself. "You’re… fucking huge."

Her walls fluttered around you as she adjusted, her brows furrowing as she bit her lip, overwhelmed by the stretch. "Shit, shit—fuck," she cursed under her breath, her nails digging into your skin. "How the hell am I supposed to handle this?"

Liz, watching with amusement, leaned down and pressed a teasing kiss to Rei’s neck. "You’ll get used to it," she whispered, her hands sliding over Rei’s waist. "Just take it slow… or don’t."

Rei let out a shaky moan, her fingers tightening against your chest as she tested a small movement, her body shuddering at the feeling.

"You better not hold back on me," she panted, locking eyes with you. "I want all of it."

Rei’s movements were different from Liz’s. Both of them were fast, but Rei’s body gripped you tighter—almost unbearably so. Every time she lifted her hips and slammed back down, her walls clenched around your aching cock, making you feel every inch of her.

"F-Fuck," Rei stammered, her voice breaking as she struggled to adjust. "You're stretching me so much—I can feel everything."

Her nails dragged down your chest, her thighs trembling as she quickened her pace. Unlike Liz’s smooth, fluid motions, Rei’s were desperate, erratic—like she was chasing something she’d never felt before. And the way her tight pussy clenched around you only made it harder for you to hold back.

Liz, still beside you, watched with a smirk, running her fingers through Rei’s disheveled hair. "Look at you," she cooed. "You’re already so fucked out."

Rei let out a strangled moan, her body shivering as she sank down to take you even deeper. "I don’t care," she panted, tossing her head back. "It feels too fucking good—I don’t wanna stop."

For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you even cared about the massage anymore. The whole reason you came here had completely slipped from your mind—because right now, nothing else mattered except the way these two gorgeous women were completely falling apart on you.

Rei was relentless, her hips rolling in a desperate rhythm, her tight walls gripping you like she never wanted to let go. Every thrust had her moaning louder, her words growing filthier with every breath.

"Fuck—you're so deep—shit, I can feel you in my stomach," she whined, her head tilting back as another string of curses tumbled from her lips. "I—hah—I'm so fucking full."

Liz chuckled beside you, clearly enjoying the sight of Rei losing herself. Then, as Rei continued to ride you, Liz leaned down, her lips grazing your ear.

"Want to feel our mouths next?" she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "I promise we’re just as good with our tongues."

Your pulse quickened. The moment the words left her lips, you already knew the answer.

"Fuck yes," you groaned.

Liz grinned, exchanging a look with Rei, who bit her lip before finally slowing her movements. Your body ached from the loss of heat, but as they both slid down to the mat, their hands trailing over your skin, you knew the next part would be even better.

Rei’s movements started to slow, her breath ragged, her thighs trembling from the intensity of it all. With one final, shaky gasp, she lifted herself off of you, leaving your cock slick and throbbing, desperate for more.

But before you could even register the loss, both Liz and Rei were already on you.

Two warm mouths. Two eager tongues.

You groaned as they licked up and down your aching length, their soft lips trailing along every inch of you. Liz took the base, her fingers wrapping around you as she kissed and sucked along the shaft, while Rei flicked her tongue over the tip, teasing you with slow, deliberate circles.

"Fuck," you exhaled, your head falling back as pleasure shot through you.

Rei looked up at you, her tongue dragging along a vein before smirking. "You were stretching me so good just now," she purred, her voice sultry. "I wanna see if you taste just as good."

Liz hummed against your skin, her lips pressing wet kisses along your cock before taking you into her mouth, her tongue swirling expertly. After a moment, she pulled back just enough to breathe, "Don’t hold back. We want to feel you throbbing on our tongues."

Rei giggled, pressing her tongue flat against your shaft. "Let us make you lose control."

Their mouths were just as heavenly as their pussies—warm, wet, and utterly relentless. Liz and Rei worked in perfect sync, their tongues gliding along your length, leaving trails of slick saliva as they took turns sucking and teasing.

Soft lips pressed kisses along your shaft, their movements slow and deliberate, as if they wanted to savor every inch of you. Rei’s tongue flicked over the tip while Liz wrapped her lips around the base, her fingers stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. The combination was intoxicating.

A deep, shameless moan escaped your lips, your body shuddering under their touch. The moment they heard it, their eyes darkened with hunger.

Rei pulled back for a second, her lips shiny with spit, a smirk playing on her face. "You sound so good when you moan like that," she teased, before pressing her tongue flat against your cock and dragging it up slowly.

Liz giggled, glancing up at you as she let a string of saliva drip onto your shaft, her hand spreading it along your length. "We can make you even louder," she murmured, voice thick with desire.

And just like that, they both went back to devouring you—hungrier, messier, more desperate to pull every last sound from your lips.

Your mind was hazy, completely fucked out, barely able to process anything beyond the wet, sinful heat of their mouths working your length. Every lick, every kiss, every slow stroke of their tongues sent another wave of pleasure crashing through you.

Then Liz decided to take things even further.

Without hesitation, she slid her lips down, taking you deeper—deeper—until her nose brushed against your pelvis. She swallowed your entire cock effortlessly, her throat tightening around you in a way that made you groan loud and raw.

Rei, eyes wide with awe, pulled back and let out a breathy laugh. "Holy shit, Liz… how did you do that?"

Liz smirked as she finally pulled off you with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to your cock. "Talent," she teased, wiping her mouth before shooting Rei a playful look. "Wanna give it a try?"

Rei, never one to back down from a challenge, licked her lips and nodded. She positioned herself, took a deep breath, and slowly started to sink down. At first, she did well, inching further and further… but the moment she reached a certain point, her throat tightened, and—

"Ghk!" She gagged, immediately pulling off with teary eyes, coughing as she wiped her lips. "Shit—how do you even—"

Liz giggled, rubbing Rei’s back. "Don’t worry, baby. It takes practice." She turned to you, stroking your spit-soaked length. "Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing on him."

Rei caught her breath, then grinned. "I’m not giving up just yet."

And with that, she went right back down.

Their mouths never slowed, never relented—both of them completely focused on you, devouring you with their lips and tongues. The pleasure was overwhelming, and as much as you tried to hold on, you could feel it building deep inside you.

Liz seemed to notice first. With a knowing smirk, she wrapped her hand around your slick, throbbing length and started stroking you faster, her grip firm and relentless. "You’re close, aren’t you?" she murmured, watching the way your body tensed beneath them. "Come on, let us have it."

Meanwhile, Rei kept her mouth wrapped around your tip, her tongue swirling slow, teasing circles over the sensitive head. Her eyes flickered up, locking onto yours, dark with lust. "Give it to us," she whispered between strokes, her breath hot against your skin. "I wanna taste how good we made you feel."

That was it. That was all it took.

Your climax hit like a tidal wave, your moan ripping through the air as pleasure overtook you. Your release shot out, splattering across Rei’s flushed face and dripping over Liz’s eager hands. Rei gasped at the warmth hitting her skin, her lips parting as she licked some off the corner of her mouth with a satisfied hum.

Liz, still gripping you, stroked you a few more times, coaxing out every last drop. She brought her hand up, watching the way your release dripped between her fingers before smirking. "God, that was a lot," she teased, glancing at Rei. "He must’ve really loved this."

The session left you completely breathless, your body loose and tension-free in a way you had never experienced before. Every muscle in you, once tight and aching, now felt melted into relaxation, your mind hazy from the overwhelming pleasure.

Liz leaned down, her soft, warm breath fanning against your ear as she whispered, "Feeling better?" Her voice was laced with satisfaction, her fingers tracing gentle patterns across your chest, as if she was savoring the aftermath just as much as you were.

You tried to answer, but all you could manage was a slow, exhausted nod. A lazy smirk tugged at Liz’s lips. "Thought so," she murmured before pressing one last teasing kiss to your jaw.

Rei, still just as playful even after everything, propped herself up on her elbow, watching you with amusement. "I don’t think he can even move right now," she teased, trailing a single finger down your stomach. "We really did a number on you, huh?"

You exhaled a shaky breath, finally finding your voice. "Yeah… you could say that."

Liz chuckled while Rei stretched, giving you one final sultry glance before slowly standing up. "Well, whenever you need another ‘massage,’ you know where to find us."

After finally gathering the strength to move, you cleaned up, got dressed, and made your way back to the front. Rei was already behind the desk, her usual air of professionalism now mixed with the lingering heat of what just happened. As you approached, she tapped the counter lightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Hope to see you again soon, handsome." she mused, tilting her head.

Liz, leaning casually against the doorway behind her, added, "Next time, we’ll have even more fun."

You swallowed, your body still buzzing from everything they had put you through. As you stepped out into the cool night air, the crisp breeze hitting your flushed skin, one thought settled firmly in your mind.

You would definitely be coming back.

[kasayugi]

Kekal (adjective), meaning eternal in Indonesian.

Summary: In his fairly long life, Anaxa has never felt what the word eternal means - whether from romance or not. His relationship with the titan of rationality who represents rationality in him has no connection at all in the seeds of eternity and love. But what about that beautiful woman? Does he still feel eternity in the seeds of his love that are stored tightly in the depths of his heart?

Warning!: mentions violence, blood, trauma, slight harsh words.

Attention!: English is not my first language and I use translation here, please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Feel free to tell me in the comments^^

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In the endless darkness of the night in the Grove, where scholars spend their time studying and spreading their knowledge about Titans- especially rationality. A place that never stops with the sound of debate from scholars to prove their knowledge and theories under the embrace of this night.

There stood a scholar- a blasphemer of god or titan, a fool who always questions something. That's what they call him, Professor Anaxagoras, who holds his name with pride and even makes his own rules for others how they will say his name. Sounds ridiculous to some people, right?

Every word uttered by his mouth is nothing other than knowledge accompanied by blasphemy against the divine beings. What is destiny? Anaxa does not believe in the concept of destiny or prophecy in his life.

Destiny and prophecy, the result of one's own actions that produce the prophecy or destiny that they step on, not any intervention from the divine party.

"I forgot you existed here" oh, his arrogant and cynical voice towards the Titan of Rationality, Cerces who steps on the same place as him. Not at all minding her tone of voice that was veiled with dislike.

"Does my presence really burden your heart right now?" Cerces, said in their calm and gentle tone. even though their eyes were closed, but in their tone there was a sense of amusement.

Can't you in your life not be that sassy, say that, Anaxa?

"I believe if you were smart, then you wouldn't ask that rhetorical question" he snorted, what kind of question was that? Titan, that stupid? Or they just wanted to tease him under this moonlight.

It was different with Cerces who just sighed, "as usual" their gaze turned towards the moon that radiated eternal light in the darkness of the eternal night in this Grove.

"It's not like you usually grieve this late" the silence of the night was broken by Cerces, they felt it from Anaxa's gaze who looked at the moon tightly. Like hugging the moon tightly, even though there was no light of life in her beautiful eyes.

"Grieving is a strong word, I prefer to reminiscing"

How funny.

"You try to deny it as much as you want, but the eyes don't lie, Anaxa" even the rationality snorted, a ridiculous alibi if someone - even a divine being can penetrate your soul through the eyes. The eyes are the windows to a person's soul itself - how their gaze can't lie even though the heart says otherwise.

"Rule number one, do not call me Anaxa"

"Your answer is nonsense"

How much longer are you going to deny it in the depths of your heart? Even your own eyes are fed up when your heart continues to deny and lock those feelings tightly.

If only there was someone who dared to voice that out loud to this stubborn scholar, anyone to make him open his eyes wide by himself through any method to destroy his prestige.

"You pushed yourself too hard to tag along here" trailblazer, caelus held his fragile partner's body tightly. The partner he admired and respected had now fallen fragile since they set foot in this place, amphoreus.

Followed by Dan Heng who helped him also support the weight of her body that even looked tired and heavy to do activities. Since the information from the black tide that attacked part of the amphoreus area. Who knows what made her fall so fragile.

"You have to rest, (name)" A worried tone filled the words that Dan Heng threw out, his hand gently squeezed her hand. The beautiful gray gaze radiated worry.

But she refused, she shook her head firmly and still wanted to stand alone. Even though her body screamed to stay still and return to the room in her resting place.

"I'm just tired. The black tide has nothing to do with me" She dismissed all the thoughts that hit her, the black tide ... did the disaster have anything to do with her?

"It's impossible" Dan Heng disagrees.

"But your condition is severe, look at your blood" Caelus pointed to her clothes, now seeping with her blood that came out freely staining her beautiful clothes.

She didn't even realize that her blood would never stop flowing staining her clothes this badly, this was abnormal. What caused it? She asked herself.

"You're bleeding, but there are no wounds at all" Dan Heng's sharp gray eyes stared closely, examining her bleeding that looked abnormal. Bleeding, no wounds at all. "She hasn't been injured at all since earlier" Caelus added, that the journey he and her had taken together had no wounds at all on her.

"Maybe we need help from my partner" Hyacine, the girl with the strawberry pink mane said in a worried tone. Although she tried to stay calm and not panic.

Even her's healing skills that she had learned in the Grove of Epiphany had no effect at all. It was strange, for Hyacine who had been able to heal other scholars who were badly injured by the black tide attack from the Grove.

That made Hyacine worried..

"Your partner? Which one? Are you sure?" Despite Hyacine's kindness, no- it wasn't that Caelus doubted the cute girl. It was just that his worry that slowly embraced his emotions quickly made him a little skeptical.

"We don't have time now. I trust Hyacine's decision, this is an emergency"

"Dan Heng-"

"I can guarantee my partner can help (name)...my healing has no effect on her at all" Hyacine tried to calm Caelus down. Even though she herself was quite confused and panicked.

caelus was confused, should he trust her? Who is the stranger that Hyacine refers to as her partner? What if Hyacine's partner's healing also had no effect? He didn't want his partner to get more seriously injured from this abnormal bleeding.

He was lost in his thoughts until a pat on his shoulder broke his reverie and all his negative thoughts. It was Dan Heng who looked at him sternly but tried to calm him down too. "There is no time for negative thoughts, we better follow Hyacine's words"

With Dan Heng's final words leaving no room for argument with him, Caelus took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Fine.."

At least he would keep his negative thoughts to himself, and so would Dan Heng. He was sure.

For now it would be better for them to focus on what Hyacine suggested, and follow her orders as she led the way to meet her partner.

For now they could only pray that the results would be positive.

At least..

"Dude, you two are useless"

The welcome given by Hyacine's partner was quite friendly, they thought. It went well at first when he started to carefully examine (name), their astral express partner even though there was a slight expression of horror when her clothes were completely covered in blood.

For that, but for now, the rancid brat who was Hyacine's partner actually cursed them openly without looking at the condition.

"Pardon?"

Lilia, or as they know him as Hyacine's medical partner, shook his head in displeasure, "Seriously? An outsider this ass stupid? Don't you know that I am the best healer in all of Amphoreus? Why didn't you bring your damn partner immediately when her condition was abnormal?"

Oh, what a sharp tongue you have, kid. Please watch your words.

"How do we know?" Caelus raised his eyebrows in disapproval mixed with annoyance. On what basis did this jerk scold them? Okay? Caelus admitted that he and the other partners who tagged along on Amphoreus didn't know the entire contents of this planet.

But cursing someone so bluntly was like having no ethics at all, what if they were a child. Where were their parents?

"Of course from the people, you are too lazy to ask and stupid to think about it. This is why Titan forbids outsiders from entering Amphoreus so that they will not be contaminated by their idiocy"

Remind Caelus not to take out his baseball bat to hit this stinky brat who openly speaks with his dirty mouth.

"Do you even have a parent to teach you some manners?"

"I don't"

"Well that describes you"

Lilia's eyes narrowed in disapproval of Caelus' reply, this guy.... sigh, "as if you have parents"

As if struck by lightning in broad daylight, Caelus was left speechless. This kid! He really can't control his mouth at all!

"Guys! Please don't make a fuss!" Hyacine tried to break up the argument between Caelus and Lilia, which if she let it go would definitely continue endlessly and end with words that were inappropriate to hear.

In contrast to Dan Heng who is now fully focused on (name) and ignoring the gray-haired and the rancid boy who are giving off an aura of childish fighting.

He doesn't want to get involved in childish fighting, remember, he is an adult and not a silly child like them.

"I feel like I was hit by a car" (name) took a deep breath, feeling relieved with her bleeding that had stopped completely, he hoped. Thanking Lilia for helping her.

"Isn't that the opposite of you who sometimes hit someone at Penacony?" Caelus raised his eyebrows, seriously? Hearing what his friend said sounded strange if she was hit by a car- even though she was the perpetrator who often accidentally hit cars into other people on the planet full of sparkling festivals.

Remind Caelus to never let her take control of the car again-

"Oh? I hit someone?" And she said it clearly as if she was an amnesiac.

Now Caelus is thankful to anyone that there are no cars in this amphoreus.

"What is a car?" The conversation between Caelus and (name) sounded strange, especially the word "car" which he had never heard at all in Grove, nor Okhema.

"A car is a vehicle that has wheels, carries a small number of passengers, and is moved by an engine-"

"No one asked you to explain what a car is" Caelus quickly cut off her words with laziness, of course returned with a displeased look from her.

"I didn't explain that to you"

[asce-of-hearts]

yesss you should make a tag for it! 💗also here’s a thought . imagine like {two yandere characters} right, so you ended up escaping from your current yan and manged to avoid them while running for your life but you bumped into some accidental begging for help from them, of course they offer to help you but what you don’t know is the {two yan characters} know each other till your current yan appears at the other yans house..

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Contents: Yan!Geto and Yan!Gojo teaming up to keep reader trapped

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WARNINGS: PRETEND KENJAKU DOESN'T EXIST LMAO, KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED SATOSUGU, SOFT YANDERE IG, DON'T ASK ABOUT WHEN THIS HAPPENS IN THE CANON TIMELINE I HAVE NO IDEA.

They say God gives its toughest battles to their strongest soldiers.

Well then, you must be the chosen one. Because God has put you against the strongest.

It's not just the fact that his personality is abhorrent, or that he thinks that just because he's beautiful he has a right to whatever and whoever he wants at any given moment. It's the cynicism, the nerve to pretend to be shocked when you kick and scream at him to leave you alone after he has kidnapped you.

Maybe its luck that makes him oblivious enough to think that you won't try to escape just because he's the strongest, that you won't break the seal because you're a sorcerer of your own. Weak, in his eyes, but smart and strong enough to know how to escape from a situation like this. And you run, you run for your life. Through forest, through shrines, through concrete filled jungles, hoping, aching for someone to help you. A member of the rival faculty of sorcery, one that hates him enough to betray him, one that is kind enough to help you.

And you find one, you find a man dressed in eccentric clothing. With that dark aura every sorcerer has, eyes devoid of anything resembling humanity. And you run towards him, barely able to breathe.

"I need help, I need your help!" You cling to his robe, ignoring the sharp gaze he launches your way. Like a razor, it would kill if it could. But you're desperate, you're pitiful. "He- You- You know him. Satoru Gojo, he has-" You can see his expression shift ever so slightly, a glimmer of hope for you as it turns to disdain again, he gives you a curt nod of the head, making you follow him. "He has me, uhm... kidnapped. I think he will come for me, I'm... I'm scared. I don't want that to happen. I need to go somewhere safe."

He gives you a soft smile, warm. His voice is like butter, smooth, velvety, it melts inside your ears, hypnotic in nature.

"I will help you, don't worry," He wraps an arm around your waist, his touch unnervingly gentle. "I'll get you somewhere safe."

The travel through the city is quiet due to it being early hours of the morning, the travel through the sewage corridors is equally as uneventful. Nothing said besides a few pleasantries, a few questions from his behalf to you, about your life, your identity as a sorcerer, as a human. You find it refreshing, to be away from the usual obnoxiousness of Gojo, of his self centered behavior. You feel in the protagonic for a moment.

Finally, you arrive somewhere else. Somewhere foreign, country looking. The house is not in bad shape, it's rustic and dusty, but it's comfortable. And you settle there, falling asleep quickly over a sofa. Your body giving in to the exhaustion. A rest that's dreamless and quiet, interrupted occasionally by your brain sending confusing signals to your heart and limbs, to your stomach, who keeps screaming at you to run away again.

When you wake up, Geto, the man who so kindly took you in. Has put a blanket over your body. He gives you a soft smile, running his hands through your hair.

"I'm having a guest soon. But you don't mind, don't you?" He asks, purring as he speaks. His eyes, a deep purpleish color glinting under the light of the early morning. Dawn breaking in through the dust covered windows. You shake your head, closing your eyes as his fingers softly massage your scalp.

Finally, there's a knock at the door, and he goes to open. A dark shadow looms over you, strangely familiar if not for the fact that he has his hair down. You choke a scream, standing up immediately. Geto gives you an enigmatic look, his smile much more sinister now.

"Told you I found your little dove," He says to Gojo, who leans against the door frame in a way that's almost taunting. You're frozen in place, trembling, shivering as if you were naked in the snow. There's nothing you can do now.

Gojo gives him an approving nod, a smile that seems far too warm for it to be just friendly. Just where the hell do these two know each other from? And he walks toward you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he traps your wrists with his hand before you can push him away.

"You're lucky Suguru found you," That name rolls from his lips with a strange melancholy, as if it hasn't been said in a long time. His touch hurts, leaving red marks around your wrists as he pulls you close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your ear. "Any other I would've killed for taking whats mine... but with him..." He leaves the implication hanging in the air. And the door slams shut as Geto comes to join his white haired counterpart, his hand, long and slender, but more calloused, traces the outline of your cheek, grinning.

"We've never had a trouble sharing."

It's been a while since i've written for jjk. hope it turned out alright c:

hope you enjoyed this!!!

have a great/day night!!!

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[adieutristana]

Hiiii! Can you do arcane women having “I’m not better than a man” moment?

of course! thank you for the request <3

sunder by hibou on repeat rn

summary; arcane women having an ‘i’m no better than a man’ moment (aka being distracted by your assets).

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, maddie.

tags/warnings; SUGGESTIVE, no explicit nsfw, fluff, mentions of drinking, crack kinda, arcane women being whipped for u

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is a tit girl, no doubt about it. she doesn’t care the size, the shape, how they sit, she’s just utterly obsessed with your boobs. she tries to keep her hands to herself, she really does, but sometimes she just can’t help herself.

✧.* though she does have to show some self-restraint sometimes, as torturous as that is. as much as she'd love to, jinx knows it's probably best that she doesn't smother you and keeps her hands to herself until you're behind closed doors... which makes days like this so difficult.

✧.* today, it's hot out, and zaun gets humid. for that reason it's optimal to dress wisely, you'd picked a simple tank top and pair of loose-fitting shorts in hopes of not sweating yourself half to death. you and jinx had a day planned together, a day of visiting street vendors and exploring the undercity. not much necessarily, but you've found that anything can be fun as long as jinx is around.

✧.* you've run a bit late, and you're internally hoping that your girlfriend won't be mad. she's never exactly punctual herself, but you always feel awful running behind on plans with her. what if she thinks you stood her up, or even left her? though your worries melt off of you as you step into her view, and you see her lips curling into a smile.

✧.* "hey, babe, i'm so sorry for the wait, i was running l-" you're cut off by jinx's index finger on your lips, while her own tug into that grin you've come to love. "don't worry about it, you're here now."

✧.* within seconds, you're grabbing her hand and leading her right into the street market, eager to make up for lost time. jinx thanks janna above that you're preoccupied with looking for a stall to visit, because her gaze is... elsewhere.

✧.* naturally, with it being warmer out today, you'd opted to wear lighter clothing. this included a spaghetti-strap tank top with a very low neckline, where she could see your cleavage just right. her mind immediately went to all the places she knows it shouldn't. you're in public, in broad daylight. but they're right there, and she can't help it.

✧.* what would it look like if you bent over- would they start spilling out? or if you started bouncing on your heels? she thought about how she could see your bra straps, how she might be able to see the clasp from the back. what she'd do to unclasp it right now.

✧.* you pull her to a stall with old records, seemingly donated or imported from piltover. they're not exactly cheap- but still, they're nice to look at. you and your girlfriend have spent many an hour browsing stands like this, with jinx swiping a few vinyls for her stereo more often than not.

✧.* the boxes of records instantly draw you in, all organized by genre and decade. you take a record from one of the first boxes you see, holding it up for jinx- this is one you've been looking for for months, and they have it. finally.

✧.* "baby, look!" you smile, holding the record up. her eyebrows raise, jinx has clearly heard you, but her gaze is... downcast. "uh, babe? what's wrong?" until it clicks. she's looking at your tits.

✧.* "oh- jinx!" you gasp, as one of your hands flies to cover your cleavage. it's a playful gesture, yet still earns a scoff from the girl. she rolls her eyes in response, her voice slightly exasperated. "what? they're right there, and you expect me not to look?"

✧.* this only earns a light shove on the shoulder from you before you return to browsing through records. it's almost comical how hard it is for jinx to resist looking at you like this, but you can't exactly complain.

vi;

✧.* you and vi visit a sports bar in piltover around once a month now. you've made it a routine after she stumbled upon the place by chance, and you both ended up actually enjoying the experience. the bartenders were friendly, the drinks were fairly priced (for piltover), and the patrons were respectful enough.

✧.* it was the same routine: you'd tell vi when you were on your way, she'd swing by your place to pick you up, you'd walk hand-in-hand or with linked elbows to the bar, and you'd have a few hours of fun.

✧.* it's no different this time, with you slipping on a simple yet fun outfit for your night out. vi wasn't ever much of one for dressing up, but she tried for you, and it was always adorable seeing her efforts.

✧.* so when vi shows up at your door and hears a shouted "coming!" from inside, she's rocking back and forth on her heels, anxiously waiting your arrival. she just saw you a few days ago, yet she already misses you- can you blame her?

✧.* you swing the door open with a soft smile on your face, slinging your bag over your shoulder. you make your way down the steps to take vi into your arms, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "hi, baby," you hum, smiling into the skin. "hi, cupcake. i missed you. you ready?"

✧.* with a nod, the two of you head off. vi had noticed your outfit when you opened the door- a simple lacy tank top with black bell-bottom jeans. it was simple, a bit dressy, but appropriate for the location. yet it wasn't until you turned around to lock the door before taking her hand that she noticed your ass.

✧.* she takes hold of your hand, taking the short walk to the bar with you. though her hand is clammy, more than usual, and she's trying so damn hard to focus on what you're saying to her while she can only think of how incredible you look in those pants. how much better you'd look if she took them off.

✧.* "so then my manager said i needed to ease up on the customers, but i was just being fair! he told them the same thing i did!" "i- yeah, that's not good. not good at all."

✧.* you both arrive at the spot, take your usual place at the bar. the bartender greets you, seemingly a new one- but she seems friendly enough. you both order your usual drinks, but you're still hung up on the work situation you'd been ranting about. you need to get it off your chest, and vi has always been such a good listener.

✧.* with your elbows braced on the bar counter, you turn back to her, "i mean, i just don't understand why the need to be so adamant! i told them that we were out of it, what did they expect?"

✧.* though your girlfriend seems to be distracted still, with her blue eyes fixated.. somewhere else. you can't figure out exactly where, though. snapping your fingers a few inches from her face seems to do the trick, though, as she quickly shakes her head. "huh?"

✧.* "are you listening?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i- yeah, i'm listening! your manager, a customer insisting on something that you don't have, uh..."

✧.* you nod slowly, raising a brow. she's listening enough to catch the gist of it, though the girl's tone is starting to worry on you. still waiting on those drinks, you lean a bit closer. "hey, what's up? is something wrong? you seem kinda distracted."

✧.* it's in that moment that vi feels her heart drop. she's been caught. she has no other option than to simply confess, or that's what she thinks.

✧.* "i'm sorry, it's just... your ass looks really good in those jeans."

✧.* your eyes widen for only a moment, and vi is preparing for the worst to happen. she's never shied from intimacy or letting you know the depths of her attraction, but while you're trying to talk to her? the last thing she wants is to be disrespectful. though what follows isn't you getting up, isn't a scoff or you telling her off. it's a bark of laughter, followed by a gentle shove of the shoulder.

✧.* "come on, you could've just told me that! i knew they were doing something for me, but damn!"

mel;

✧.* mel frequently brings you to gatherings. aside from being an influential councilwoman, she's also something of a socialite. being a woman of high status like herself and having the influence she does, she has to get out, to network, make meaningful connections that will not only help her career, but serve as good friendships.

✧.* and mel has never been shy about you, either. while she believes the personal details of your relationship should be kept private (for the most part), she also adores you, and wants the entire city to see that. it's often that you'll be her date to galas, to conferences, to progress day celebrations of all kinds.

✧.* when your girlfriend invites you along to a cocktail party, it's nothing out of the ordinary. she tells you that the dress code is formal, the venue is small yet still lavish- as always. she'll arrange transportation for you, and meet you in the lobby so you can go together.

✧.* choosing a dress certainly took time, though it was an effort you enjoyed. you'd never been one for events or clothes like this before meeting mel, but getting to be part of her world was fun. seeing the life of a powerful politician and socialite like herself was exciting, something entirely new to you.

✧.* you didn't see the point in buying outfits you'd only wear once, though, so you took to rentals for these events. deciding on a cocktail dress proved a bit more tricky than others, but you managed after several hours of trying on garments, switching sizes, checking price tags, and asking for second opinions from shop attendants. a long satin dress in a dark color with a slit up the right side. not too pretentious for an event like this, but far from casual.

✧.* after arriving at the venue, you'd taken a moment to simply take in your surroundings. white marble floors, gold accents on the doorways, marble pillars and framed portraits in the lobby. the attention to detail in this place was nothing short of incredible.

✧.* "there you are," you hear from behind you, prompting you to turn over your shoulder. a smile tugs at the corner of your lips the moment you recognize who it is. "i couldn't find you. i was getting worried."

✧.* mel places a light kiss on both cheeks, before pulling back to take your hand. though as she pulls back, she can't help noticing the slit up your dress, and just how high it runs. it stops just below your hip, and shows off the smooth skin below when you step to the side. it's tantilizing.

✧.* though she's a professional. she swallows, she rolls her shoulders back, and leads you into the main room. she has to keep herself under control- not just for your sake, but for the public's. what would the other guests do if they saw her looking at your legs like that?

✧.* and still, with a cocktail in one hand and her own hand in the other, even as you're making small talk with other guests, mel can't help her wandering eyes. lingering on that oh so high opening along your dress. her mind drifts to what's under that, how much she'd love to tear that dress off of you right now- but she can't. so she takes a quick sip of her drink, and tries to distract herself.

✧.* yet as soon as you notice exactly where her eyes are, you can't help the low chuckle that escapes you as you teasingly stick your leg out just a little more, revealing that much more of your upper thigh. "distracted, miss medarda?"

✧.* "i'm not distracted," she protests, but you can hear the hitch in her breath when you step out just that bit more. "gods, that isn't fair."

✧.* you only roll your eyes in response, giving her hand a firm squeeze. "save it for later," you whisper. a promise- something to look forward to. "we've gotta behave for now."

✧.* mel isn't able to focus on much else for the rest of the night, to say the very least.

sevika;

✧.* you and sevika live together, for the most part. although you've still got your own place that you pay rent on, you're at sevika's more often than not. it's small, rather run-down and cramped, but it's home. she keeps it clean, keeps your belongings around so that it feels more familiar, even started burning candles once you started coming around for a more welcoming atmosphere. she cares, she truly does.

✧.* though there are some times you want to take some time to yourself. sevika gets it. she's been by herself for much of her life, and the only person occupying her living space would be her. if you need a day or two every few weeks to yourself, then so be it.

✧.* you parted with a kiss to her cheek, and a whispered, "i'll be back, baby." she has your number, so it's not like you won't be talking- and your address, in case of an emergency.

✧.* the two days you took to yourself were uneventful, spent relaxing. you'd read a book, cleaned the place, caught up on laundry, rearranged furniture (several times, out of indecisiveness) and called your girlfriend at odd hours of the night to hear her rough voice. though you decided it was time to go back once you noticed there was nothing left to do, nothing you wanted to do. you enjoyed your own company, but you were ready to be in sevika's.

✧.* you'd worn a simple bralette and pair of sweatpants to her doorstep, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. you clicked your key into the lock, slowly pushing the door open and stepping into the living room. you never had to announce yourself, sevika was usually there.

✧.* though as she looks up from the book she's reading, you swear you can see her eyes widen. if only for a moment. it's unclear what exactly they're focused on, but you assume it has something to do with your choice of outfit.

✧.* "sorry, didn't feel like a shirt today," you chuckle, situating yourself next to sevika on the couch. placing your overnight bag on one of her side tables, you look up at her, and now you see. now you can see very clearly that your girlfriend's light eyes are lingering on your breasts, and the fact that the lace of the bralette is rather... sheer.

✧.* "yeah, uh- don't worry about it," she mutters, her eyes flitting to the side. for the love of janna, you've just gotten back. she can't be all over you right now. "you... you can start unpacking, if you want."

✧.* you cast her a sidelong glance, though slowly get up from the couch. you take the bag and unzip it, beginning to take out some clean clothes you've brought and turning on your heel to put them away in her room. yet still, you feel sevika's gaze lingering on you. on your tits.

✧.* "that distracting, huh?" you tease, casting a look over your shoulder. sevika lets out a heavy sigh, but nods- there's no point in denying it. she's never been particularly shy about her fondness for your boobs, either. "yeah. something like that."

caitlyn;

✧.* you and caitlyn have a dinner date planned tonight. it's the day before your anniversary- you would've loved to celebrate on the actual day, but something that your girlfriend couldn't get out of came up at work. though it wasn't ideal, you understood. you still have today to celebrate, don't you?

✧.* so naturally, you pulled one of your best dresses from your closet to wear. a light color that compliments your complexion, something simple enough that it's not too much for a restaurant- but still formal enough for the occasion.

✧.* caitlyn had also taken care to wear one of her best dresses, style her hair, do her makeup in a way she knew would draw you in (despite you thinking she's beautiful no matter what she does).

✧.* you'd agreed to meet each other at the place, but caitlyn had taken care to make sure it was within walking distance from both of you. the attention your girlfriend paid to detail never ceased to amaze you, neither did her consideration.

✧.* upon arriving at the restaurant, you take a few moments waiting. you sit down on one of the benches offered, patient, until a hostess spots you and asks if you need help. you inform her that you're waiting for somebody, only to be told that caitlyn is already sat at your table. you're at the table within seconds.

✧.* "i'm so sorry, i didn't keep you waiting, did i?" you breathe out, slinging your bag over the back of the chair. "not at all," she assures, giving a gentle smile. her piercing blue eyes soften every time they fix on you, something you've come to know and love. "i got here early, anyways. i'm just glad you're here."

✧.* but before you sit down, cait's eyes travel down, down, to your hips. the way the dress you chose perfectly hugs them and accentuates the curve. she's always had such a weak spot for those hips, and this dress isn't helping.

✧.* "...you look beautiful, by the way," she says, clearing her throat shortly thereafter. you're in public, caitlyn, behave yourself. she orders her food, she makes small talk with you over your drinks, she makes a point to try and distract herself with the fact it's your anniversary. this is a refined celebration, anything else can wait for later.

✧.* and it's working, until you tell your girlfriend that you have to go to the bathroom quickly, you'll be back. you step out to the side to get up, and her eyes are immediately drawn back to your hips and just how incredible they look in that dress. then you turn to walk in the direction of the bathroom, she sees them sway, and caitlyn is gone. her mind wanders to how they'd look if she pulled your skirt up just that bit, or how they'd look bent over her desk.

✧.* caitlyn tries to finish her meal in peace, she really does. but she finds it increasingly difficult with just how distracted she is. once you return, she's flushed, she's playing with her food, she's stumbling over her words. "cait, baby, is everything alright?"

✧.* "mhm. yes, yes, everything is wonderful. don't worry about me," she rushes out, taking a quick bite of her food. though something tells you she's not telling the full truth- but by the flush dusting her cheeks and the tips of her ears, you have a feeling you'll find out later.

maddie;

✧.* you and maddie have frequent sleepovers, alternating between your own apartment and hers. it's a routine of sorts: maddie will come to your place after work with a bag full of her things for the night, greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a firm embrace. she often brings gifts for you as well: little things. snacks, a bracelet she saw while window shopping, the likes.

✧.* today is no different. maddie had to take a double at work, so she's taking a bit longer than usual, but this isn't out of the ordinary. being a junior officer is nothing if not time-consuming. until then, you've decided to occupy yourself by making dinner for your girlfriend. she's done all this work, she deserves it- besides, you know she'd do the same for you.

✧.* it's rather late, you having already showered and changed into your pajamas. you've eaten your dinner, now it's just a waiting game for your girlfriend.

✧.* as soon as maddie walks in the door, she's hit by the aroma of dinner cooking. her favorite, too. it's a familiar smell, and makes her all the more eager to finally see you. though when she walks into the kitchen, she sees you in a loose tee, and... sleep shorts. tight ones, that hug the shape of your ass just right. maddie's always had something of a dirty mind, and it immediately goes to all the things she could be doing with that ass. but she hasn't even said hello yet.

✧.* so she forces herself to reign it in, snaking her arms around your waist from behind. the girl rests her chin on your shoulder, gently brushing her lips against your temple. "hi, gorgeous," she hums, nestling a bit closer to you. "sorry i took so long."

✧.* you shake your head, giving her a reassuring smile before kissing her cheek in return. "don't worry about it. i know how work is. dinner's almost ready, okay?"

✧.* she nods in response, but doesn't loosen her grip on you. she's glad you're doing this for her. you've always been so thoughtful, so sweet when it comes to her, but still, her mind keeps going back to how incredible you look in those shorts. how badly she wants to take them off.

✧.* once you announce that dinner is ready and set down a steaming plate on the table, maddie reluctantly pulls herself from you to sit down. she starts eating, of course. she's grateful for what you've done for her. "i'm gonna clean up a bit, okay?" you hum, before turning back to the counter, and maddie nearly chokes.

✧.* she's watching you move swiftly throughout the kitchen- wiping down the counter, organizing spices, washing dishes, cleaning cabinet handles. yet she's not watching any of the actual tasks, only the way you look in those little sleep shorts. good gods.

✧.* but you can feel her gaze on you from behind, searing into you. burning, almost. without turning around, you pause at one of the cabinets. "...you're staring," you state. not a question, but an observation. "is it that interesting?"

✧.* maddie takes a moment to swallow, slowly shaking her head as if you could see her. "not exactly, just... you look amazing in those shorts, yeah?"

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/778779938193014784/obviously-non-sexual-kink-exists-but-the-anons Thanks to this anon for saying this. I hate it when people equate "non-sexual kink" to "kink that doesn't involve genitals".

Don't get me wrong, I have my share of true non-sexual kinks- as in, kinks that don't turn me on but are fascinating to me in sensory or aesthetic or intellectual ways. But my very biggest, most hugely sexual fetish is for something that most people find so unsexy that they couldn't imagine anyone being into it; an activity that can be and often is done fully clothed. And I am wildly turned on by it, way more than I ever have been by actual sex. I do not need genitals involved for it to turn me on, and in fact adding standard sex acts to the mix is just kind of a pointless distraction as far as I'm concerned.

So when people call my fetish a "non-sexual kink", it feels like they're saying, "ha ha, don't worry, no one would ever actually be turned on by this weird stuff!" And I'm like, no. This turns me on. It is a sex thing to me. I am into it in a sex way, and no amount of implying that it's inherently non-sexual is ever going to change that.

This rant brought to you by the fetish art archive blog that tagged every single instance of my fetish "non-sexual kink".

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[nezuswritingdesk]

xavier parenting au

A/n: rounding up the parenting au before all the fics and silly stuff, we got papa xavier and his 2, almost 3 children. (lumi was being a brat and demanded their release so you should thank little lumi) also Xavier's debut post! istg, i have a love-hate relationship with him because he keeps blocking zayne from coming home >:(

Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha and every xavier girl and boy dad thing I've seen since

Obligatory tag for Aly bc she's the kids godmother: @deusfoundry

cw/tw: family content, fluff, babies! very cute babies, pregnancy

wc: 732 words

Now now, papa xavier huh? This man sleeps more than your the children combined.

Xavier has collected all their plushies from the arcade, each child has a collection of plushies they sleep with.

He tries his best to cook meals for the kids but that didn't turn out good (He's gonna peel fruit from now on becuse cielo told him himself that he shouldn't cook, ever)

Anyways, Xavier is a father of 2 children . Well to put it accurately, 2 almost 3 children.

Cielo is the eldest child. He is 6 years old. His name means sky in Spanish, and you named him.

Looks like you but got Xavier's bright blue eyes and very relaxed personality.

As a baby, he was very quiet and sleepy, with the occasional fuss. Both you and Xavier had to constantly check on him to make sure he was breathing back then (he is don't worry).

When he's awake, he's a lively and smiley child. a little bit shy at first but he's cute

he's a little shit sometimes but that's okay his parents love him

hes a bit of an airhead sometimes

LOVES ALIENS (how do you feel about being part alien Cielo?)

He loves to read his father's comic book collection and sometimes copies the drawings

Reading his father's comic book collection had inspired him to write and draw things.

he loves his baby brother so muchhhh. he adores him since you had told him that he'll be a big brother

he read to altair (his little brother) as a baby

he's classmates with lumi, calebs middle child

he sometimes naps in class lol but is an all rounder

Is Lumi's secret-not so secret crush

Has the BIGGEST, FATTEST, CRUSH on Lumi but hes shy to tell her how he feels (maybe when theyre older)

wants to learn how to fight with a sword to protect his siblings too

meanwhile, his baby brother altair was named by xavier. He is currently 2 years old, thoughts and prayers to your both.

acts a lot like you, looks like xavier

the world's most fuzziest and crying baby

can not be left alone or he'll cry for mommy and daddy or cielo

he's very talkative and emotional

gets jealous when he sees lumi play with his big brother— always tries to sabotage it — well, as best as 2 year old can do

is the reason why you're pregnant, again. with a 3rd child. (hes jealous that his big brother is playing with lumi more than HIM). he basically demanded her into existence.

he's very cute like his brother too ! very respectful and gentle

likes being held

likes people reading to him, especially big brother Cielo

He loves animals! Really or stuffed toy otherwise

As mentioned, there is an upcoming child for Xavier, but it's still in the making.

it's a baby girl

whoops your having another baby again because your husband can't keep his hands off you, and baby altair is jealous that his big brother is playing with a girl instead him

The kids were with auntie Tara or Uncle Caleb and his kids when you got knocked up oopsies (you couldn't remember when because he fucked you STUPID and the sex was so good 10/10)

And now here we are :)

You're 5 months now Goodluck sweets

And this little miss is very active.

adores her father and brothers’ voice and touch

You have a name in mind, keeping how with the starry/constellation names

But for now? She's okay being a growing fetus.

Despite being a hunter, Xavier tries his best to come home uninjured or with injuries he can hide so that the kids won't worry too much.

On his days off, he spends most if not all of his time with the kids: playing, afternoon naps, going outside to enjoy hotpot dinners (cielo is an absolute fan of them), catching plushies, etc.

At the end of the day, he comes home from working, and sees them try their best to stay up, waiting for him. It brings a smile to his face. He puts his sword down, changes his boots into comfortable slippers, picks up Cielo and Altair in each arm and brings them to their beds for the night. After, he would enter your shared room to kiss you and the growing baby a simple goodnight before sleeping with you.

A/N: sigh. all of the introduction posts are done! everyone, please thank xia lumi for forcing me to post xavier and the kids (Shes playing with cielo now) i hope youre enjoying the au so far, feel free to request and ask more about this lovely au! i would love to yap more about the families and the little kids too! hope you like this one!

[angelltheninth]

Mark Grayson Sees You Get Hurt

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, soothing kisses, teammates, injury, superheroes

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Mark has more than enough angst, but there could always be more!

"Hang on, we're almost there! Hey! Don't... don't close your eyes! Keep looking at me!" Mark's voice was drowned out by the constant pressure and ringing in your ears. The sound was all around you, together with the fading sounds of a fight dying down.

There was a flash of white, more voices all around you, Mark yelling, screaming your name, his worried, masked face before your eyes. You hoped that you gave him a smile as you touched his cheek. Mark's hand pressed against yours. It was bloody. Both your hands were. It was your blood, you knew it was, you could feel it running from your mouth, and somewhere around your stomach area.

A second later after realizing that you passed out, Mark's voice staying in your head, calling out to you.

You felt the warmth of his hand next, holding yours, but you were a little cold too. Groggy and disoriented you opened your eyes, seeing Mark pressing a worried hand against his head, the other was holding your hand. "Mark?"

Mark's eyes snapped up, red with tears, blame written all over his face. "You're awake." His voice sounded so small, so fragile, like it might break if more pressure was applied. "You had a fever after they finished patching you up but your healing factor seems to have kicked in. But... they told me... they told me if you lost anymore blood... that if I was too late bringing you here..."

"But you weren't late. You got me here in time, I knew you would." You smiled at him.

"No you didn't!" He banged his fist against the wall, cracking the surface. "You didn't know! I didn't know! I can't know! I can't- I can't-!" With both hands Mark hid his face from you as drop after drop of tears fell down despite it. "I almost lost you, and it was all my fault."

"It wasn't! We're heroes, Mark, we risk our lives so others can live safely, we knew what we were signing up for." You couldn't exactly yell over him, you were still too weak to. But you didn't want to fight either. Not over something like this. Slowly you took one of Mark's shaking hands in yours, feeling the cracked, rough skin.

Mark finally met your eyes again. "I never signed up for losing you."

"And you won't." You pulled Mark in for a slow, chaste kiss. He moved along, taking a seat next to you on the bed, careful not to interfere with the medical tubes or put any pressure on your injured body.

[noperopesaredope]

So I Had a Dream the 501st Got a Dog-

This is the greatest thing I have come up with and my best contribution to this fandom.

So the 501st have just finished a battle, and unfortunately, a village was pretty much destroyed in the crossfire. They are currently helping out survivors, and Fives and Echo are looking around for people when they stumble across a big ol' dog. It’s basically an Irish Wolfhound. Actually, it straight up is an Irish Wolfhound.

The two of them decide to take it along with them and ask people if they know who it belongs to. One family says that it's their elderly neighbor's dog, but he didn't survive the fighting. So now this dog is without an owner. Fives and Echo asks if there might be anyone who can or is willing to take the dog in, and they are reminded that everyone literally just lost their homes and they have other things to worry about right now. Fives and Echo look at each other, look at the dog, and immediately sprint over to Rex with the dog in arms.

Fives: Captain, can we please keep the do-

Rex: No.

Echo: But sir-

Rex: We are not keeping the dog.

Fives: But just look at it! 

Dog: *Is adorable*

Fives: Do you have no kindness in your heart? Why would you do something so cruel to a homeless little puppy? Are you really willing to have it fend for itself in the middle of a war torn area with nobody to take care of it? Are you willing to abandon such a sweet, innocent dog?

Rex:

Rex: We'll take it back to Coruscant and find it a new home.

Fives & Echo: Yeah!

Rex: But don't get attached to it. We are not keeping it. This whole thing is temporary.

(Spoilers: It was, in fact, not temporary)

So they bring the dog onto the ship and into the barracks where Fives and Echo begin introducing it to everyone. Rex, meanwhile, is busy doing captain stuff and honestly forgets about the dog. But after they leave and are in space, he gets a call from Anakin about some reports or something. Rex suddenly realizes he completely forgot to tell Anakin about the dog or even ask him if it was okay, and begins to panic. He rushes over to the barracks and says they need to hide the dog.

Shenanigans ensue, and Anakin stumbles upon them in the middle of an attempt to hide the dog in the most ridiculous way possible.

Anakin: Um, what is going on here?

Rex: Sir, I can explain-

Fives: This is the 501st's new pet dog!

Rex: I already told you, we are not keeping the dog. We are just taking it to Coruscant to find it a new home.

Fives: General, can we keep the dog?

Rex: No, we can't-

Anakin: Sure, we can keep the dog.

Rex: *Stares into Anakin's soul*

Anakin: What? I’m technically the general, so my word is final. And I say we should keep the dog!

Rex: We’re in the military fighting in a war! We spend most of our time either on the battlefield or on this ship! How are we possibly going to be able to take care of a dog?

Anakin: We’ll figure something out!

Rex still tries to convince the others that they cannot keep the dog, but then Ahsoka comes in and immediately loves the dog.

Ahsoka: *Aggressively petting the dog* Who is this?!

Fives: We found this dog last campaign.

Ahsoka: Are we going to keep it?

Fives: You should ask the captain.

Ahsoka: *Turns to Rex with the biggest tooka eyes in existence* Rex, can we keep it?

Rex:

Rex: We can keep the dog.

...........

There's quite a bit more (and most of the funniest stuff happens after this), and I might want to post some other stuff for this, but I'll add that stuff in separate posts. Also, feel free to send me asks about it or something.

I'm probably gonna call this the "501st Pet Dog AU" and will tag it as such. Stay tuned for more!

Edit: (Guys, I added a second and third part, and will likely be adding the 4th tomorrow. Here's the link to part 3, which has links to all previous parts)

Edit 2: Link to Part 4, the final story part (unless I add more stuff)

[thefloatingpickle]

Shattered

Pairing: Feyd Harkonnen and Rautha Harkonnen x Y/N

Summary: You are set to marry not one, but two twisted Harkonnen in a bid to help your family rise in the Empire.

Tags: 18+, TWINS, no real smut yet but it will come if there is interest in more, angst maybe if you squint, dub-con themes, invasion of personal space, minor blood play, two of them one of you, will get worse as it goes I fear

crappy image edited by me, a small addition to the effort to keep the fandom going.

 "Shhhhhh..." You're not even sure which direction the whisper came from. But it didn't matter, either direction held danger. You were making your way from the large arena where you had been forced to watch your future husband's fight in a mock battle to the death. Husband's, both. The demon twins Harkonnen. And they were the danger circling you now.

  You found out only three months ago that they were your fate. Even though the Harkonnens were younger and you had already had one failed engagement. None the less when Vladimir Harkonnen had decided your families wealth would go a long way beside the Harkonnen fortune to aid in their takeover of the empire.

  So now you were standing in place. Your eyes narrowed in a careful expression of caution as the twins sidestepped around you like sharks. "They are better than I expected Feyd." Said the first, both of them completely identical. "But look Rautha," the second growled out, looking almost more manic than his counterpart "She's scared."

  Without warning the first, Feyd, lunged forward taking your upper arms in his hands and pulling you against his chest roughly. "Are you afraid little rabbit?" Feyd wrapped one hand around your face. Cupping it under the chin, his fingers digging against the skin of your cheeks. "Worried that we're going to break you?"

  The second was in front of you in moments. Rautha looked down at you with glee in his eyes. His soft blue stare making you feel like you're burning alive. As he leans in close you can feel a bit of wet drool on the tip of his tongue when he licks your temple. "Don't worry bunny." He bit the tip of your ear roughly. Making you whimper with uncertainty.

  "We don't plan to hurt you, yet." You gasped as you felt Feyd, pulling you backwards into a small passage tucked back in the halls. Rautha followed from the front. Lifting your skirts around your legs as they hid you.

   Feyd's hand held your hips firmly, fingers digging at your skin. Rautha trailed his fingers up the insides of your thighs. Both looked like predators, at last alone with their catch. "Sshh. shush shhh." Feyd whispered against your neck. As he held the skirts up in his hands, keeping your thighs and center open to his brother's wandering hands.

  "We have the right to...explore." Rautha growled out in the empty hall. One of his hands extended a long pointer, finger and hooked it through the cloth of your panties, tugging the covering from the center of your slit. "So, boring." Rautha said as he rubbed the cotton fabric between his fingers. Looking up at your eyes with disapproval.

   "We have to make sure our toy is dressed better for us." Feyd nipped at your neck as he held you in place. Suddenly, without warning, Rautha inserted a long middle finger in your folds. Penetrating your core with brutal precision. You grunted out in protest. But Feyd wrapped a hand around your mouth. "No one ask your opinion little Rabbit."

  Rautha growled low and steady, his finger digging around inside you like he lost something. "She's so warm Feyd." His eyes rolled in the back of his head. "Try it." And then Feyd let go of your dress. Which you were grateful for at least, because it hid the sight of him adding one finger to his brother's.

  Your eyes felt like they wanted to bulge out of your head. A painful grown stripping its way from your throat. "You'll learn to love it." Rautha whispered in your ear. Before biting down on your shoulder through your gown. You could feel the two of their fingers in you. Not thrusting, just digging touching, exploring like they were memorizing you from the inside first.

  Then suddenly, as quickly as they had appeared from nowhere, it stopped. They dropped you letting you fall into a puddle on the floor in front of them, looking up at them confused. "Youre going to be fun Bunny." Rautha said before he turned and left. Feyd left next, his eyes locked on you manic, dark and uncomfortable. " Until next time little rabbit."

And that was the first time you met your husband's. 

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  The next time you saw them was unexpected for the group of you. Your father had brought you along as a show piece to a sanctioned fight held by the Emperor. As soon as you walked from the elevator you heard one of the twins laugh. A malicious and cold sound even when you couldn't see the cold glassy eyes of whichever of your future keepers had spat it.

  As you rounded into the corner and entered the large circular room that would be this afternoon's Circus of social affairs they found you immediately. But only with their eyes. You knew though the moment one; god you wished you could tell them apart, tilted his head and arched a brow at you, that they were unhappy.

  You did not approach them however. You stayed the course following your father to his assigned seating. Doing the careful job of a dutiful daughter of the upper crust. Very few people were even aware of the plans in motion to marry you off to the Harkonnen hyenas.  But you could tell who was, by the way, their eyes moved between the glaring twins and your attempt at subtly ignoring them.

  It was your mistake in the long run however walking yourself off to the bathroom alone. Foolish enough to believe that the public nature of your outing would hold them to some sort of good behavior. You'd seen one strangle a servant already. And the other one that seemed angrier was lashing out at anything that upset him.

  So it only surprised you for a moment when you were walking back down the hall in the direction of the waiting throngs of men hoping to see violence begin as soon as the elderly and always tardy Emperor arrived, that you felt a set of large fingers wrap around your throat from behind. Yanking you aggressively into another shadowed hallway.

 "Do you think yourself clever little rabbit?"

  Rabbit, which one had called you rabbit...

  "I'm not sure what you mean, Feyd."

You could feel him grin against the side of your head. His black teeth pressing against your hair. The grip of his long fingers around your throat tightened slightly. His voice dropped just a touch lower. You could feel the tip of his nose brush over the crown of your ear as he whispered.

 "You think you can pretend that you don't know us? That we don't own you?"

 There's pain in your teeth from how hard your jaw clenched at the sound of the word "own". You are not a toy, or a trophy, or an object.

 "All you have is a contract with no signatures."

 There was a growling sound from Feyd but before he could reply another body came from somewhere blocking the light overhead. The same voice, but with an almost melodic tone, as if they were having a wonderful time at this spoke up.

 " Come now bunny. Don't pretend there's any chance of getting away."

  Feyd's hand moved from your throat. Both of his arms wrapping around your waist and your chest so tight it felt like you were locked in a vice, as Rautha leaned down. Taking one of his pointer fingers and curling it, tucking it under your chin so that the knuckle held the point. 

  He didn't say anything for a moment. His harsh blue eyes simply looking over your features as if making a decision. Then he leaned down his lips, almost touching your own before he smiled horribly. Something about it, making you want to recoil, but his twin behind held you ever steady. Feyd was trembling slightly and you knew whatever Rautha had planned wouldn't be good.

 "You have to learn to behave little bunny."

 Then without warning, Rautha  leaned down and bit down on your bottom lip. All you could do was let out a soft cry. As you felt, his thick black teeth broke through the skin. But instead of pulling away, he only backed up slightly so he could look you in the eyes again. There was a bit of your blood dripping from his own mouth as he smiled at you.

 "Ah-ah now Y/N don't complain."

 From behind you your first captor spoke again.

 "It's our duty to teach you to behave."

 As you hear Feyd speak your eyes couldn't leave Rautha's face while he licked your blood from his lips. The sound he made after, like he'd just tasted the sweetest bramble berry, made your soul shutter.

 "Taste her."

 It was all that he had to say. Before his hand was replaced again by Feyd's. This time wrapping under your jaw to turn your face to look at him behind you. When he saw the blood still staining the bottom of your chin and lip, he salivated a small drip of drool falling from  his mouth.

  With no words he leaned in his tongue, coming out and swiping from the point of your chin up to your mouth. You could feel it behind you. The way that he held you close as the bulge between his legs grew hard against your back. But it was a look in his eyes when they opened pupils wide that made you realize that they weren't just strange or dark, they were what the rumors called them. Beasts. 

 "You taste like mine."

  The animal that would be your husband growled against the side of your face. Then viciously, he crashed his lips against yours. It was nothing like any first kiss you had ever imagined. But then you had never imagined yourself in this situation. No tenderness, not even the unnerving, but curious exploration that had met you the first time they had gotten their hands on you. This was greedy. 

  All teeth and tongue. He held your face to his prying your jaws open with his mouth. His tongue invading yours seeming less like an intimate moment and more like he was fishing for every last drop of flavor he could seek within your cheeks and under your tongue. When he had had his fill, he pulled away. But he didn't let your face go. He only looked at you silently for a long moment.

  Then he released your face but not your body, his eyes moving sideways. Immediately you knew what was next. Rautha grabbed you from Feyd's arms. Holding you against him. He didn't hold your face to make you look at him. It seemed to be a lesson that was already setting in as your eyes roamed up his body until they met his cold blue stare.

  It was then that you finally noticed something small, something to tell them apart. Just on the top of Rautha's nose, where perhaps his eyebrows would have started naturally. Was a scar, a small thing maybe half an inch, but raised and clear enough that now that you had found it, you would be able to find it easily. You only had a moment to process it however, before his own lips crashed down against yours. 

  This kiss was a little less of an invasion. He didn't seem to be hunting for your blood, but rather simply wanting to claim his turn in line. He parted your lips with his, allowing his tongue to slip between your teeth, brushing it over yours. Almost curiously before pushing again more demandingly when you didn't return his affections. Slowly you kissed him back. And after a moment, you forgot yourself. One hand coming to rest on the side of his neck, the other pressing against the center of his chest as he kissed you so deeply it took your breath away.

  But then all at once he was pulling back both of them backing up from you with looks on their faces as if they had achieved exactly what they had wanted. And your face turned crimson when you realized that they had.  You had, at least for a moment, started giving in.  

 "Be a good girl for the fight rabbit."

 Feyd turned and left, his shoulders high, a grin on his face. Rautha lingered just a moment longer. His face turned sideways, his eyes regarding you like that of a puppy who had just discovered something curious. He made a small gesture with his mouth that you couldn't quite understand and then wordlessly righted himself and turned away, leaving you there. Your bottom lip swollen and painful, and your constitution shaken to your very core. 

 How would you survive them? Or at the very least, survive them with anything left of what you consider yourself. 

_ _ _

If you read it all THANK YOU SO MUCH. I’d love to hear any thoughts! And I specifically would like to thank @peggyao3 for your kind words and help with getting this off the ground. I don’t know how often this will update. But it will likely stay little vignettes of moments with the twins like this, and hopefully I should post a part once a week if grown up life agrees with my schedule.

Also I apologize for the difference in writing style between part one and two, there were several weeks between writing them and I have been doing a lot of work on my writing in between, but I liked part one too much to go back and try to mess with it. I had no help editing so errors are all mine.

[gremlin-girly]

Fake Title: The Banana and the Winter Soldier

Nonnie, when I tell you this had me giggling at the DND session last night 💀🤚

Thank you @buck-star for helping me decide on a change 😌

The Banana and the Winter Soldier

Pairing: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Handler!f!reader

Tags/warnings: NSFW themes, 18+,

A/N: This one ran away from me so it's a bit longer oopsie 😅

Navigation | Based on this Ask Game

"Mission report."

You sighed, tapping the down key on your keyboard to scroll the medical report of the soldier. He'd come back in almost near perfect condition again. As always.

Your job was a mixture of abhorrent terror and boredom. You don't know why you'd were picked to be a handler, maybe someone higher up the food chain didn't like you. Obviously; the soldier had killed the last 3 handlers he'd had. You didn't know why or if you'd be next.

The boredom part happened when he was gone or these mission reports. When he was gone it was day-to-day admin. When he returned, he was fine and the mission was a success.

You didn't know why you were the middle man for a slew of information that was classified to you. It seemed stupid. It was.

Your stomach grumbled loudly before the soldier can speak and you offer him a sheepish smile as you reach for your untouched lunch.

"Fuck. Sorry." Your grumble and hold out a packet of crisps to him. "Would you like something to eat Soldat?"

"No."

"Okay." You sigh, throwing the packet back onto the desk and picking up your banana instead. You always tried to offer him food or a drink - some camaraderie - but he was always like this. Blunt. Efficient.

You scroll down and tap the banana on your lip when part of the medical report catches your eyes. Severe bruising. There's images attached and they look terrible. How can he still be walking?

You hum thoughtfully and the soldier clears his throat.

"You can continue, Soldat." You say absently, peeling the top end of your banana delicately. He's only going to tell you it was a success anyway. You pretend to listen as you take a bite of banana and he chokes up, sputtering his words slightly.

Looking over at him curiously with your brows raised you pause your chewing. "Soldat, are you ok? Do you need to go lie down?"

"N-no."

He sounds like he's in pain and you wonder if that bruising on his ribs has finally taken effect. You take another bite of the banana and he looks physically pained.

"Yeah OK, I'm not doing this when you're in pain." You huff, turning back to your screen. You click a few things before closing it down and getting to your feet with a long stretch. You can feel his hawk-like eyes watching your every move and you feel slightly uncomfortable. He was never usually like this.

"Come on," you grumble. " I'll escort you back to your room."

The soldier stands, he's so much bigger than you, muscles making the tac-suit creak as he straightens. Yeah, he could kill you if he wanted. He could do a lot if he wanted. But his programming should hopefully stop that.

You munch on your banana down the hallways, discarding the peel before you get to his room and see him inside. You offer to help him undress and he nods, watching you gingerly undo the straps on his suit and help him out of it.

You've never been this close to him before and under his watchful gaze you can feel your cheeks heat up. He was handsome, you couldn't deny it and oh boy if it didn't make at least a little bit hot and bothered by having this life size toy soldier let you help him out of his clothes.

"Handler, I-" He tries, cheeks pink, to vocalise whatever it is he's feeling. "I need your help with something."

The way he says it sounds desperate, almost pleading and you frown with worry. He'd never said anything like this before.

"Sure soldat, what is it?"

Licking his lips, he almost pouts at you before taking your hands gently over the bulge in his pants. Your breathing hitches and your eyes are immediately drawn downward, tracing the curve of the straining outline and how both your hands barely fit around it.

"You always do this to me." He says quietly. "Sometimes I can wait until I'm back here but tonight you -" he hisses a breath that sounds more like a sob. "You and that banana I just- I couldn't-"

You giggle and watch as the soldier's face turns three shades of red in the space of one second. The soldier was horny for you. That's why he was different with you. But he won double points for being so cute about it and for getting hot and bothered over a banana.

You squeeze your hands around his cock and the soldier whimpers, earning him a smirk from you.

"Dont worry soldat," you reassure him. "I'll take good care of you."