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omg haiii :3 #1 i just found your account and i love your works! the way you write is just⌠mwahmwahmwah. besides that! iâd love it if u could do a jinx x reader where reader is lowkey oblivious but jinx is super obvious with how much she wants to fuck⌠and when she finally gets to hit she degrades and dumbifies reader⌠orrrr am i just thirsty đââď¸đââď¸
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syp. the first time jinx set her glowy shimmer-charged eyes on you, she knew she had to have youâand she always gets what she wants. no matter that you were friends and you were oblivious to her constantly undressing you with her eyes, fighting her urges to completely ruin, defile, and destroy you. youâd come to realize soon enough.
cw: nsfw content!!, dom!jinx plotting on that p***y (lol), sub!reader (i'm a switch!jinx truther but let me cook...), a lot of degrading + dumbification, cursing, dirty talk, some praise, teasing, mocking, she forces you to take it!!, mentions of oral/fingering/gun-play, strap-on sex, hair-pulling, pet names (toots, hon, babe, baby, bunny, etc?), possessiveness, nastiness galore (lord forgive me!), readerâs past sex life is purposefully written to be vague, + prob more
wc: 4.2k!!
jinxâs fantasies involving you started a month ago when she was off roaming the rowdy streets of the undercity for a market sale. well, before it. she had begrudgingly taken up silcoâs orders to keep tabs on the shipment coming in and out before the market opened to the public. for what? âwho freakinâ knows?!â she thought.
in retrospect, jinx was never an overly sexual person. she understood what it was, why people participated in it, and her own sexual preferences but sheâd never devoted much time to finding someone to fuck or to fuck her for that matter. she's fucked before, but that was it. plunging her long, slender fingers into her own cunt while reading a racy scene in a shitty romance novel was enough to get her rocks off. she figured something was missing but she brushed it off.
her mind was⌠elsewhere most of the time.
(a month ago...)
lost in her thoughts, per usual, jinx doesnât see you standing in all your beautiful glory. she walks right past you, eyes darting along everything she can see to accurately take in the information silco wants her to report back to him. she's still preoccupied with the inner workings of her mind and not too much with the zaunite public.
well, that's bound to change one way or another.
suddenly, she's stopping dead in her tracks. something's changed. the air feels charged, full of opportunity and something else. curly lines, shapes, and colorful graphics fill her visionâoverwhelming but she feels as though she can really see clearly for the first time.
her nostrils catch a whiff of something⌠sweet. inviting. like freshly baked cookies although it's almost incomparable to how truly delectable the scent is. she's taken by surprise at the smell of something so good, good enough to eat, to devour. sheâs never smelt anything or anyone so delicious. it intrigued her beyond belief, she knew that whatever it was, she was going to have that thing.
thatâs when in her own self-induced frenzy she'd caused by frantically turning and thrashing around to look for where the smell led her, she sees you for the first time. as radiant as ever.
everything's in slow motion.
you're leaning up against a metal post and speaking to a market vendor, your voice as sweet as ever chatting to them about âwho the fuck caresâ. your smile is the brightest sheâd ever seen living in a place full of drug addicts, violence, and poverty like youâve never been subjected to zaun in your entire life.
she watches as you flip your hair to one side, hips swaying and fingers twiddling against your satchel. she watches you so intently, that she can see your eyes blinking slowly, she can count your individual eyelashes and remember the number for the rest of her life.
to say the least, jinx is enamored by the sight of you, let alone your smell. images of how good you'd look naked, and what your skin would feel like against hers cloud her vision, creating the perfect first impression of you in her mind. she looks further at you, specifically your ass and the jeans hugging it perfectly as well as the curve of your hips. the veins in your neck travel further down beneath your shirt and she can't help but wonder what your chest would look like.
bare.
before this moment, she'd never thought of somebody in such a vulgar light; it put her in a state of shock. she let her mind wander even farther off into jinx-landia and she imagines what it would feel like to slide her fingers into your pussy and press the pads of them onto your g-spot. she wants to know what it feels like to feel you get wetter and wetter and what it feels like to make out with your pussyâto push your own juices into your mouth and kiss you dumb. she thinks about testing how deep your cunt could getâhow pretty your ass would look riding a cock, tits bouncing in the air.
controlling herself was something jinx always had problems with, so she isn't surprised when she is unable to stop herself from approaching you. her feet seem to be dragging themselves towards you like some sort of magnetic force.
âhiya, toots,â spills from her lips before she can even stop and think about what she's doing.
you pause your conversation with whomever you're speaking to, looking over in her direction to find her staring intently at you. confused and a little petrified, you stand up straighter, as you aren't expecting silcoâs adoptive daughter to be staring you down at the beginning of some random ass tuesday morning.
âuhm, hey,â you respond, sounding more like a question rather than a greeting in return.
âthis is gonna be so much fun,â jinxâs eyes light up and she lets her lips curl up in a friendly smirk, running through ways in her mind how exactly sheâd ruin your body, mark you up, and claim you for herself.
because no matter what, nobody else is ever getting a piece of you now that she's sought you out.
no fuckinâ way.
âŚ
somewhere in the present, thereâs an ideaâa certain narrative established between you and jinx.
youâre friends. good ones.
you don't know what else would explain the obvious liking jinx has taken to you. what else would explain the way sheâs always touching you, looking after you, and asking you personal questions? questions so personal they have your eyes widening and gripping the edges of your clothes.
"have you ever, y'know, done it before? had sex?"
"what sorta stuff you into? like, sex stuff."
"you ever touch yourself? what feels the best? just trying to see if i could learn somethin' interesting for myself."
you never answer, often opting to lower your head in silence. how could you? it was wildly inappropriate and quite frankly, jinx made you shy. maybe it's because she's so pretty, and bold, and has a waist so small and touchable that you just want to-
no! 'why does she care so much?' you ask yourself frequently. no friend has ever been so crass...
duh! she gives a shit because she wants to fuck your brains out 'n then maybe cuddle you a bit! but you don't know that...
jinx follows you around too, insisting you need protecting since "you're too pretty 'n perfect" to not have protection.
one day, she started walking you to your god-awful job and never stopped. her excuse was, "can't have anyone takin' advantage of ya so early in the morning, princess. janna knows they'd try with a face 'n a body like that...whew", she whistled to herself.
needless to say, she kept your life interesting. she always seems to find you, no matter where you are. like she can sense your presence anywhere. you figure she doesn't have many people to talk to, everyone's scared of her being silco's daughter and all. but, you don't have anyone either; no parents or friends. no girlfriend.
well that makes two of you. sort of.
you both are currently smushed together on her sofa in her hideout making braceletsâsnacks, craft supplies, and sleepover galore surrounding you. earlier on in the day, jinx had swung by your apartment (how she found out where you lived, you had no clue) and invited you over for a sleepover for the first time. you were surprised she was trusting you enough to let you see where she retreats at night and where she spends most of her time eating, sleeping, plotting; scheming.
she has a knack for making you feel special; like itâs just you two in the world and nothing else matters.
she makes you feel alive.
youâre shaken out of your thoughts by a grinning jinx. yes, physically shaken. both of her palms are placed on your shoulders, gripping them tight and looking into your eyes almost as a way to silently ask if youâre having as much fun as her. heat transfers from her usually cold hands to your skin which has you internally reeling. youâre wearing a tank top, comfortable enough with her to show a little something extra, âwhatcha thinkinâ about, hon?â
you smile back at her, ânothing.â
you swear you see her eyes flicker down to your chest for a split second but you ignore it. her eyes move quick due to the shimmer, âyouâre seeing shit, girlâ claims the angel on your shoulder.
âhmm, youâre lying.â
âam not!â you counter.
âare too,â she doubles back.
âwhatever.â you finalize, emphasizing the âeverâ. youâre not interested in arguing with her any further or giving her the satisfaction of proving her right.
you focus on the friendship bracelet youâre creating for her, determined to make it as pretty as you can for her. you want her to wear itâlike it. love it, even. it fills you with a sick satisfaction knowing that soon youâd be wearing each other's creations, way more than it would if you just saw her as a friend. you see her pause her movements out of the corner of your eye but you keep going.
the faint sound of her own bracelet dropping to the couch cushion causes your head to rise up, looking at her in slight confusion. youâre not shocked to realize that sheâs already looking at you.
ââm bored,â jinx replies blankly, pouting cutely.
âand grass is green. what else is new? youâre always bored, girl,â you playfully nudge her arm.
âwell⌠grass has more of a grey hue down here so-â
the funny but slightly depressing joke nearly flew over your head but the knowing smirk on her face clued you in on her shenanigans.
you gasp in disbelief and nudge her arm a little harder now, fighting to stifle your laugh under your breath, âha ha. very funny.â
âyeah, toots. iâm extremely hilarious,â she holds her head up high and crosses her arms above her chest.
she pauses, âletâs play somethinâ.
she faces you fully now, right knee switching from resting next to your left to mirroring both of your knees, parallel to you. she scoots closer, and by now you know her calculating personality. you know that whatever sheâs up to, has to be mischievous.
âever hear of truth or dare?â
you roll your eyes, âof course i have!â
âthen, you know the rules⌠right?â
âyes, jinx. i know how to play,â you rebuttal.
maybe you shouldâve known her attention span wouldnât last long while bracelet making. even if the speaker blared her favorite music at her gadget station, filling the space with a comfortable ambiance.
she smiles widely, âthen letâs fuckinâ play!
âitâll be so. much. fun,â she gets closer to your face with each word to emphasize her point, biting her lip and giving you intense eye contact. sexually charged eye contact. but again, you don't realize.
âfine. fine! but youâre going first. you're better at this sorta thing.â
she leans back to give you more space, just enough space to where it's socially acceptable to still be incredibly close to your friend. she's clapping her manicured hands together as her smile grows bigger and her shoulders tense with excitement.
"truth or dare?!" she asks in a televised over-dramatic fashion.
"truth."
'too easy' she thought. although, 'this is good,' her thoughts linger further. she figures she should start you off easy.
jinx has now stopped her clapping to put a finger on her chin in a thinking motion, obviously pretending to conjure up an interesting question that she's probably already picked out in her head.
"hmm...have you ever had a boyfriend?" she asks confidently, putting emphasis on the 'boy' part of "boyfriend" in a mocking manner; like how a sibling or family member would tease you about a crush.
your eyes widen, already caught off-guard by her first question.
"uhm... no. i-i don't really like boys like that."
she licks her lower lip and smiles once again, unbeknownst to you because you've just confirmed that she actually has a chance to win you over. although, she had her suspicions when she first met you.
"ever had a girlfriend?" she questions further, a serious, eerie edge to her voice appearing at the thought of you ever even romantically touching another girl. hell, in any way, shape, or form.
blinking rapidly, you shut her down quickly, "what, no! never really got the⌠chance to."
initially, you were going to tease her by mentioning that she was only allowed to ask one question but, you couldn't help but shake the feeling that she wasn't going down without an answer from you.
"awesome, good to know! your turn."
"okay. truth or da-"
"dare," she cuts you off delightedly.
you file through your mind to give her something entertaining to do but you find absolutely nothing, your mind blank like always the very moment you get around her. jinx makes you feel like you don't have to live your life thinking so hard. it's peaceful.
"damn, you are bad at this game," she snorts.
"hey, i can't help it. you've gotta help me here."
she raises a brow, "i mean, you could ask me t'do basically anything. y'know i'd do it," she slowly cocks her head to the side, still gazing deep into your irises. her braids follow the movement of her head.
"make it nasty."
"what the hell am i supposed to do? tell you to take off your clothes?!"
she doesn't waver, "yeah. yeah, that's a good one. do it."
you gulp, throat now dryer than ever and your fingers hurt from tightly grasping the fabric of your sleep shorts, 'here goes nothing.'
"u-uh... i dare you to t-take off your shirt," you order weakly.
jinx doesn't even let you finish your sentence before she's crossing her arms in front of her to tug the tiny, thin tank top off of her body, you follow her hands and you watch her chuck it on the floor carelessly. you look back up at her only to realize that,
she isnât fucking wearing a bra.
you gasp in shock and secret arousal, eyes darting to the spot below you as you avoid looking at her soft, perky chest any longer, not wanting to over-step or make her uncomfortable.
"hey, you're startin' to hurt my feelings, babe. gave you that idea for a reason. makes shit more... interesting."
you look up to meet her eyes and for the nth time, you see her staring right back at you, gaze charged with something more than usual. you may have been oblivious, but you weren't dumb, something was definitely going on here. something that friends shouldn't do alone.
but you can't stop. it's turning you on.
the game continues on for many rounds after that, you and jinx switching back and forth from truth and dare, learning more and more about each other as time passes by. you start to get the hang of her outlandish questions, answering them shyly but not as reluctant as before. something you'd never get used to was the hypnotizing way her tits bounced with each slight movement, entrancing you. you learn that she's had sex once before and that she likes rope play and getting her hair pulled.
she also mentions other personal traits of hers that make your head spin, "y'know when i get wet, i get reeeally wet. like water wet."
needless to say, you know more than you should. she seemed to not mind telling you these things either, almost excited to clue you in.
"truth or dare, baby?"
"truth," you choose once more, the pet name affecting your better judgment and the seductive tinge to her voice causing the wetness already present in your underwear to leak through to your shorts.
jinx doesn't attempt to pretend to think of a question, "tell me, toots. what turns you on? what gets ya goin'?"
"what do you mean? like some sort of a kink?"
"yeah, like a kink."
embarrassment falls over your face like a dam breaking. you have to lie. this was getting too up close and personal for your own good and the only thing that could save what's left of your dignity is a lie.
"i-i don't know..."
so much for a lie.
her unhappiness with your answer is expressed when you see her narrowing her eyes at you. she leans in close, nose brushing yours and you can feel her warm breath on your face, "i know you're lying," she says real sing-songy-like. she's teasing you, and enjoying it.
her slender finger points in your face, âno fair! showed you my tits, toots! play by the rules."
"okay! okay! god, this is so fucking embarrassing-"
"c'mon..," she urges you on, eager to learn more about your sexual side and what takes you cream. she desired to know what made your pussy wet before she stuffed you full. but again, you don't know that.
"i-um. i read something onc-,â
she cuts you off once again, âdonât got all day!â
you sigh, âokay! i like getting called names. mean ones,â you blurt out quicklyâsick of her antics.
âand i think i like itâŚrougher?â
her seemingly continuous stare falters for a split second before a bubbly laugh escapes her throat, smiling bigger and better than she has all day.
âoh, yeah? you like it⌠rough? you like getting treated like youâre nothinâ?â she laughs out incredulously and somehow sheâs gotten closer to you, lips almost close enough to graze yours.
âjinx⌠i- what are you-â
âwhat if we⌠played somethinâ else? somethinâ a little more worth our while.â
she figures, âay, iâve waited long enoughâŚi need her'.
âlike what?â you inquire even though you're no longer oblivious, catching on to what she means by âsomethinâ else.â you feign innocence.
you feel a calculating hand travel up your leg, theyâre slightly sweaty and cold which makes a shiver crawl down your spine. your chest visibly quickens, eyebrows furrowing, and eyes glossy with desire. jinx, still maintaining eye contact with you, remains calm although internally jumping for joy as she's finally got you where she wanted you the moment she laid eyes on you.
"how wet are ya right now, toots? you look like you're 'bout to cream your fuckin' pants!"
you audibly gasp, and she continues,
"i bet you're just drippin' down there... this whole time i've been sittin' here thinkin' you're being tortured answering all my questions, but, the entire time you've been gettin' off to it, haven't ya?!"
a single tear gathers in your eye out of complete and utter embarrassment. despite that, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't fucking love it.
her hand stops at the edge of your top, fiddling softly with it, "you can tell me to stop, baby! but, i have a feeling you don't want that," she whispers against your lips. you feel her tug the bottom of your tank top tighter, balling it in her clammy fist.
"dont! d-dont stop."
and just like that, a switch flips in her head. she's grabbing the back of your neck and smushing her lips against yours, capturing them in a searing kiss that has your lips aching. as soon as you feel her tongue attempt to break into your mouth, you let her in.
you initially jump in surprise but quickly sink into the kiss once you get used to the overwhelming contrast between her cold hands clutching your waist and her warm lips pressed on your lips. soon, she's basically drooling into your mouth, tongue trailing over every detail of the inside of your mouth as if she's trying to memorize the space. it's disgusting, really. but, it makes your cunt sloppy.
jinx breaks the kiss to pull your top over your head. she throws it on top of hers. the same one she abandoned long ago at the start of the game. it creates a small heap on the floor of her cozy abode.
"fuckin' whore," she laughs.
you moan, biting your lip softly as a seductive tactic to keep her kissing you.
"wooow!!" she drags out humorously, pressing her hand against your throat and tightening slowly with each word that comes out of her mouth, "you really are a slut. you like when i'm mean, slut?"
you nod, words seemingly impossible to form at this point.
she tightens her hold on you, bringing your neck closer so her mouth resides next to your ear, "if you don't speak up, i'm gonna make it hurt. 's gonna hurt so bad, bunny. gonna torture you. ân i know itâs our first time and all! donât wanna have to scare ya just yet!"
unable to stop rambling, she continues, "hmm... maybe i'll shove the biggest fucking cock i have into your tight cunt... no prep! betcha you'd take it so well. hell, you'd probably like it! you're nasty like that."
"maybe i'll stuff my gun in there...with the bullets inside."
"please, jinx. fuck me.â
she just smiles, âi thought youâd never ask.â
âŚ
you swear you see your life flash before your eyes because of how hard jinx is pounding your poor, abused cunt into the couch cushion. she has you face downâass up with your hands held together behind your back by her own hands. your face rests on the couch arm, halfway visible to her so she can marvel at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and crossing achingly.
her own eyes roll at the sight of you in such a lewd state, âfuck, toots! youâre takinâ this cock so good. suckinâ me in your pussy like a good little cockslut. mmph. jus' swallowing it whole, fuck!!"
her pace is fast but calculated; and planned. as always. sheâs roughly rolling her hips into yours to produce the addictive whore-ish moans to spill from your mouth. sheâs also focused on watching her cock disappear in you, your cunt swallowing her cock like it was supposed to be there. the open space is filled with creamy cunt sounds and skin-slapping noises.
âholy fuckinâ shit, hear that? ya hear that pussy creaming âround my dick? sheâs talkinâ to me, baby!â
you speak, remembering her resentment towards you not responding to her, ây-yes! i-i do, jinxie.â
âyeah?! you think sheâs tryinâ to tell me how much she loves me? how much she loves when i split her open on my dick?â she reaches below your stomach to slap at your clit right where the balls on the faux cock meet your skin and you shudder in pleasure.
âfucking love your dick, âs so good, s-shit!â
itâs like her mouth wonât stop. sheâs relentlessâbullying you with her words as well as her cock. jinx pulls you up by your hair so your upper body mirrors hers. she slows her pace to thrust deeper and harder in you, damn near knocking the wind out of you. that causes to you choke on your breath, and your mouth is open as far as it can go.
âh-hah! aww⌠âs just sooo good, isnât it?"
"see what happens when youâre good for me? good lilâ whores get good dick, ân i love givinâ it to ya, hon.â
youâre uncontrollably moaning, voice echoing loudly as you beg her for moreâto wreck you.
âmore! m-more please!â
âmore?!â she removes her hand from your head to dig her nails into your hips so she can get deeper, so she can open you up.
âyou. want. fuckinâ. more?!â she slams into your pussy with each word.
your pussy is drooling with your arousal and the shared sweat between you and jinx. you can feel it squelching down your legs with every thrust and throaty laugh she lets out at your pathetic form.
âgod, you should see yourself. suchâa perfect slut.â
with every word you feel your pussy quiver, getting closer and closer to cumming around her cock. when you curl your toes and inch off of her to prevent yourself from orgasming a whopping 3 minutes in sheâs not having it, quickening her pace but keeping her almost-painful thrusts deep.
ânope! gonna take it all. ya asked for it, toots! you begged me to stick my dick in you. so take all of it.â
âb-but âm gonna cum! don't wanna yet! oh my god, p-please!!â you beg her for the slightest bit of mercy.
uncaring, she leans down next to the side of your head, lowering her voice, âyouâre gonna fuckinâ cum, ân youâre gonna cum telling me whose pussy this is. whoâs is it, babe?â
âwhoâs feedinâ this cunt good dick?!â
âyou, you! only you.â
âyeah, âs me. cum, toots. soak meâget me wet.â
and that was it, âfuck! âm cumming!â
you release a soul-crushing moan and triggered by your sudden high, you grip the edges of the couch arm and fuck your ass back on her to deepen her thrusts if thatâs even possible. wetness squirts from your cunt and everywhere around you, soaking the entire space below you including jinxâs lower half. the last thing you remember before you pass the fuck out is the hazy, content look on her face and incoherent mumbles that probably consisted of,
âthat was way better than a fuckinâ fantasy.â
âŚ
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check your window, he's at your window...
wc: 1k
content: this is strictly for the bitches that are sick & afraid of their own mind like ME, little to no dialogue, stalking, dub con/non con, hitting, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, etc etc...
a/n: I recommend listening to "she" by tyler the creator while you read. this work was written with that song in mind, hence the name. ideas, constructive criticism, and compliments are always welcome. thanks for reading <3
It rained all day. streets slippery with rainwater and mud, the earth outside your window was the same. big, chunky, steel toed boots sinking in the ground beneath them. he should've been more careful, removed his boots before he came in. maybe then he would've spared you the horror of finding muddy footprints inside of your home.
he was sure that would be the last time he saw you. that you'd do the most obvious thing and call the police, tell them about the footprints, the squeaking floorboards in the middle of the night, the letters. or that time you woke up unexpectedly, peeked out the window to find him there.
had he not blinked, you probably wouldn't have known. you wouldn't have screamed either, forcing him to flee.
had he been in his right mind, he would've stopped hanging outside your window then. had you been in your right mind, you would've made sure your blinds were shut before you slept. you would've called the police.
instead, you made him greedy. wanting to believe you might actually feel the same way, the notes became more frequent, longer, more passionate. he'd watch you read them too, swearing he could see a smile on your face each time you read one. swearing he might actually have a chance with you.
he knew it when you made it easier for him to get in. he knows you purposefully left your back door cracked. in fact, he watched you. watched you contemplate between locking it, leaving it unlocked, or keeping it just a tad bit open.
endless nights of following you home, memorizing your routines and schedules, watching you sleep, watching you unknowingly undress in front of your window, even those nights when you touch yourself under your covers, writhing and squirming until you finish.
all those nights have finally paid off. he thinks that maybe, it was fate that he left those footprints on the floor outside your bedroom. after all, youâve finally accepted him.
so why are you screaming?
he couldn't figure out why you weren't happy to finally see him. why you were so surprised when he told you that you two would be together soon. he didn't understand why you fought him off either.
he watched you frantically reach for your cellphone on your dresser, and had you not been shaking so much you probably could've made the call while you had him stunned. but your mistake gave him enough time to recover. he made sure to break it before he came back for you. large hands covered by black gloves dragging you back to your mattress, forcing you on your back.
he'll never forget the way you looked at him. eyes wide as if you've seen a ghost, body trembling yet frozen in your fear, frantically trying to make your eyes adjust so you can see the figure above you.
frozen when he reached into his pants, eager to finally be inside you after weeks of watching and waiting, after dealing with your endless teasing. you'd mumbled a plead for him to wait that fell on deaf ears, sunghoon too occupied with getting his cock free and forcing your legs open.
"wait! w-wait! don't!" he'd heard that one, but it was weak, barely audible even. had you really wanted him to wait or even stop, you would've screamed like you did just minutes before. you would've made it harder for him to force your hands away.
you wouldn't have put on this skimpy little night gown either. you made it too easy for him for him to shove a hand between your legs and push the damp fabric to the side. didn't even try to hide your ecstasy when he finally got himself inside you.
it was all he dreamed of and more. so much better than sneaking in under the guise of the night and getting off by himself after pulling your covers back. never once did he think he'd actually be on top of you, buried deep inside of your cunt instead of using your hand while you're sleeping.
much different to see you squirming, mouth hung open as you release sounds of pleasure despite your feeble attempts at trying to resist. your legs kick in the air, arms pressed to your chest as sunghoon keeps up with his ruthless thrusting. he's used to having you so easily pliant, and at his disposal.
didn't expect you to be so coy, instinctively moving to cover your chest as if he hasn't seen everything already. he surely didn't expect you to reject his kiss just moments after, going as far as biting him.
"fuck!"
it makes him draw back, the metallic taste in his mouth making him realize you actually drew blood. it infuriates him, and his hand cocks back and comes across your face before you have time to dodge. he wraps a hand around your throat to serve as a warning, thumb and forefinger squeezing around your artery.
it's just enough to force you into submission for the time being. enough for sunghoon to lean back in and kiss you properly this time. sloppy open mouthed kisses against your lips, leading down to your chest. he makes sure to leave marks along the way. whether its around your neck, across your chest, at your hips, your wristsâ anywhere to make sure you don't forget this eventful night.
his thrusts are rough enough to do the same, sure to leave you sore in the morning, maybe even the days following.
he only lets go of your neck when tears form at your eyes and you begin to claw at his wrists. a loud gasp fills the air, followed by a choked and frantic "stop, stop!"
had you not began to convulse beneath him and cry out sounds of pleasure in the immediate seconds following, he just might have.
he has to swallow back a laugh when he glances between your legs to where the two of you meet. skin of your thighs and the fabric of his jeans saturated in your orgasm. all the more reason for him to believe you want this just as much as him.
he's just a few more thrusts behind you, stifling back his own groans as his hips begin to stutter, cumming inside of you without warning shortly after.
this is something heâll truly never forget. heâll make sure you donât either.
just as long as you continue to keep your door open.
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji (separately) X Reader, and it's of them already in a relationship, and kind of based on the trend on TikTok, Reader calls them "Buddy" to see their reaction?
hi!! sorry this took so long, i just returned from a trip and didnât have much time to write at all last week. thanks for the request, this was so fun to write! this was my first time writing short drabbles like this, but i hope i captured the boysâ reactions well :)
âBuddyâ
Pairings: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader (separate) Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n
Sanji
The lid to the peanut butter jar was exceptionally tight that morning.
You glanced at Sanji, who was trying and failing to prevent his lips from turning up into a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes as a small huff escaped your mouth.
Did he seriously think you wouldnât catch on to his little schemes? You had long been aware that heâd sometimes purposefully tighten the lids to all of the jars in the kitchen just so you would ask him for help.
After struggling for a good few seconds, you finally relented and passed the jar to him, âOpen this for me, please?â
Sanji beamed at you, âWhy, of course, dearest! With pleasure.â
He popped the lid open with ease and handed the jar back to you.
You took it gratefully but couldnât resist the temptation of getting back at him in some way. So, as you walked away, you patted his shoulder and said lightly, âThanks, buddy!â
You instantly regretted it when you saw Sanjiâs crestfallen expression, â...Buddy?â
He looked like he was close to tears as he searched your face, âA-are you mad at me? Is this about the jars? I promise I won't do it agaââ
His small voice broke you and you immediately rushed back to him, âOh sweetheart, no, Iâm just joking!â
You planted a kiss on his cheek, âIâm sorry, honey.â You moved your lips to his other cheek, âBaby.â To his forehead, âDarling.â
He let out a relieved sigh at the return of your usual repertoire of nicknames, before squishing your cheeks in between his hands, âDonât ever call me buddy again. Please.â
You chuckled, âYes, my love.â
He nodded, satisfied at your answer, before leaning in and melding his lips to yours in the sweetest kiss.
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Zoro
âHey, can you pass me the towel?â
You were sitting on the bench of the crowâs nest, quietly reading your book as Zoro spent hours after hours working out. This was the first instance that he had spoken to you in all that time, which was no surprise, really. You knew that he took his workout very seriously.
But, you couldnât deny that it still annoyed you to no end that he had not glanced even once in your direction this whole time, despite this being one of the rare moments that the two of you could spend alone onboard this rowdy ship.
âSure.â You reached for the towel beside you and tossed it in his direction, âHere you go, buddy!â
âThankââ Zoro started to reply before he registered your words. He looked at you, his face contorted in what you could only describe as disgust, âHa?!â
You smirked at how readily he took your bait, watching him closely as he wiped off his sweat and stalked toward you. He placed his hands on the bench on either side of you, caging you in as he bent forward to bring his face close to yours, âWhat did you just call me?â
âWhat, you don't like my new nickname for you, buddy?â You taunted, fully realizing that this would piss him off even further.
âOh, am I your buddy, now?â He pressed his body even closer to yours, an intense look in his eyes as he said, âWell, would a buddy do this, then?â
Your heart danced in victory when his lips finally captured yours in a hungry kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down onto the bench.
Maybe you should rile him up more often.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
Luffy
Luffy was sitting at his usual spot at the figurehead when you approached him.
The conversation you had with Nami earlier still plagued your mind. She had told you that men hated to be called âbuddyâ by their significant other, but you were pretty sure that Luffy wouldnât mind at all. He had liked all of the nicknames you gave him so far, no matter how ridiculous they were. She laughed and disagreed, telling you that Luffy was a man after all, and there was no way he would not be affected in some way.
So, thatâs how you ended up climbing the stairs to the figurehead, on your way to test Namiâs theory.
âHey, buddy!â You called out to Luffy.
His head tilted in confusion as he turned to face you, before replying uncertainly, âHey to you too⌠buddy.â
Well, how the table had turned. You didnât expect him to call you "buddyâ back. And you didnât like it. At all.
âUgh.â You groaned as you sat down beside him, âForget that. Please donât call me buddy.â
He pouted, âHey, you said it first!â
You chuckled and caressed his cheek, your thumb lightly grazing over his scar, âMy bad, turned out I donât like it when you called me that.â
âWell, I donât like it either.â He shrugged as he admitted, âIt made me feel like I was just your friend. And Iâm not⌠right?â
So Nami was right. It did affect him.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry." You smiled, somehow filled with a strange satisfaction, as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, "You're definitely more than just my buddy, Lu.â
You kept his face close to yours as you said, âI promise I wonât call you buddy ever again if you promise not to call me buddy too.â
Luffy laughed before closing the gap between you again, âDeal!â
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Nothing Solitary about Us : âŕź Wriothesley / reader | headcannons . oneshot
â content / trigger warning: bigger story / reader background not fully mentioned, reader is a refugee, Wriothesley swooning (in his own way), thoughts of self doubt, fluff/angst?? Like a weird mixture of the two, not beta read, we die like Wriothesley's adoptive parents. âword count: 4k â author's note: If you saw when I accidentally posted this the first time . . . no you didn't! Apologies if it's ooc, a little long, or has errors in spelling. English isn't my first language and this is the first time I've written for Wriothesley! Any suggestions to improve will be much appreciated! :D
Wriothesley could still remember the day he saw you, the day that you had come into the Fortress after, purposefully, committing a crime to gain some sort of refugee status; Why you thought to come to a prison, of all places, to receive such a thing baffled him the most. And it had baffled him for the longest time until you had told him why:
You and The Duke first met when The Duke wasnât even The Duke; Meeting as cellmates in the Fortress, having been put in the same age group for practically everything that the Fortress had to offer at that time. Which wasn't a lot, and with Wrothesleyâs lack of enthusiasm to even look in your direction, it made everything a lot more insufferable. But, Wriothesley didnât know that; He was just intent on staying out of your way and not causing any more trouble for himself. Likewise, the thought of making friends with you did creep into his mind but so did the doubts that you might hate him after you figured out why he was sentenced here. So, it took a lot for Wriothesley and you to actually begin talking, despite being paired for a lot of the backbreaking activities. And, Wriothesley does still remember that day, too: It was after a tiring shift, where you were both thoroughly whipped out and about to crash at the dinner tables. You both had used coupons to buy food, and didnât even have the energy to sit at different tables, muchless to open the containers containing your dinner. It felt as though every muscle in your bodies had been torn, limb from limb, muscle from tissue and bone, it was excruciating⌠and you were about sure you could appeal to the Iudex about this being considered some sort of child labor. Maybe even murder if they kept pushing you both like this. Luckily, you guessed, Wriothesley looked a little better in shape than you did, but he was not far lagging behind. With shaking hands he reached out to open his dinner for the night, to only pause and stare down in horror at what was on his tray. It made you nervous to even peek into yours, seeing the way Wriothesleyâs face contorted; A corner of his left eye tightening, his eyebrows furrowing down to create visible creases along his forehead, and a scowl youâve only ever seen when someone bothered him. A look of pure disgust.
Yet, you still checked yours away. You didnât know that Wriothesley had glanced up to see if you had gotten the same horror as he did, and by some god awful prank (or pure disluck) you also had the conglomeration on your plate. Some weird, mysterious meat that sat on the plate, sometimes twitching like it was still mooing, sometimes resting as meat should rest. Equally unappetizing and making your hunger even more apparent, as you were tempted to taste the horrific creation that came out of that unsanitized kitchen. âYou know,â Your voice caught Wriothesley's attention, as his had drifted down to the plate of food in front of him. His eyes shot up and barely met yours, âit could be worse?â You shrugged your shoulders in a joking way, giving Wriothesley an awkward look paired with an even awkwarder smile. He was a bit baffled at your conclusion, âIt could be worse?â He questioned, calm and steady, confused and a bit curious on where you were going to go with such a statement.
In his fatigue, he had broken the one rule he had set for himself in this place; Donât talk to anyone, donât make yourself known, donât make any friends. In his fatigue he didnât believe answering you would be so wrong nor did he believe that you two would ever speak again after his point, so why not entertain you⌠and himself.
âAt least they didnât puke on our plate?â The joke fell from your lips with the weakest chuckle you could muster. Your eyes drooped and the pain was evident in the way your eyes shined ever so less than normal. Wriothesley was about to respond, yet you managed to get at it before him; âYou know, where I came from, if you didnât have a fire you had to eat your fish cold! Like, ice cold. And there was nothing you could do about it⌠other descale the thing and pray you didnât just eat your last meal.â âIs that right?â Wriothesley cocked an eyebrow up, unsure where you had come from yet didnât enjoy the images that came into his head. Well, one was particularly funny and it was the thought of you trying to bite into a frozen fish and hurting your teeth. Not like he wanted that to happen, maybe. âWell, donât give the kitchen staff any ideas or maybe theyâll just import that from your weird homeland.â It had been a while since Wriothesley had laughed, and he couldnât help but chuckle softly alongside you. The conversation was a ridiculous one, especially when first conversations usually went along the lines of introducing yourselves to each other. Yet, oddly to Wriothesley, it felt about right. And from that day, Wriothesley was sure he didnât know of a day where he didnât talk to you. Even if it started with a small greeting in the hallway or pointers on how to do a job more efficiently, small conversation gradually turned into the two of you chatting for hours eating lunch or dinner and even trying to talk after lights out. It finally felt like you had escaped your past and had a friend in a place you named your refuge, and Wriothesley finally felt like he had met someone (though this feeling was slow and gradually coming) that would accept him, despite his past doings.
Wriothesley interlocked his fingers, resting his elbows on the table, and nestled his chin on the finger net he had made. His eyes were softer than usual, yet that piercing blue. Back then, when you two had simply been inmates trying to work out your frustration and struggles with the world; Now, you laid on the couch in Wriothesleyâs office in the fortress, with his coat draped over you like a blanket, napping. From outside eyes, you both would look like the perfect couple, yet he hadnât even managed to ask you the question yet; But, he had an inkling you understood, just as he did, how he felt about you. Otherwise, Wriothesley couldnât fathom why you decide to spend your nights in his office, keeping him company, when you could be in the nurse wing with Sigewinne or doing âorderly dutiesâ for the fortress above on the surface. It made a small smile twitch onto his lips seeing you, you always managed to do that; But, it also bubbled the age old question in his mind . . . is this life good enough for you? Wriothesley is usually a calm man, a collected one, who didnât often question why people came to the Fortress and simply gave them a second chance at peace â well, more frankly, at life. He understood how such a thing could quell the anger that simmered in convicts and made it his life work to make sure everyone was treated as fairly as they worked for. Yet, you? You were a different question. He still wasnât sure why you had come to the Fortress in the first place, yet had deduced from several conversations you came from the Snezhnaya. Sure, he could go into the room lined with file drawers with the reasons why convicts had been placed into captivity, but that room was one, far too crowded for his taste, and two, he didnât wish on peaking into your personal life. At least, without your permission.
Yet, still, the thought always crossed him on why you were here â by choice! Not that you walked in and checked yourself in, yet you committed many crimes to be noticed in Fontaine, trailed in court, then admitted to your crimes to be placed into the Fortress. The thought of doing such a thing made him cross his arms and lean back in the chair, his eyes more settled on your sleeping form and the way his jacket hugged the curves of your body. You always looked so happy on the surface, to see the sky and breathe the fresh air. Wriothesley wouldnât want to keep you trapped in the Fortress. âIâve never seen you so pensive before, Duke!â A voice suddenly appeared besides Wriothesley, causing him to jerk out of his train of thought. He sat up straight, a little suddenly, as he quickly turned to notice the all too familiar nurse of the Fortress: Sigewinne. The Duke played off his thoughts with a chuckle, âAh, yes, well, I was thinking about something, Sigewinne.â He would half-heartedly joke, as the nurse gave him an all too unamused look. âNo shitâ, was what he was sure she was telling him in her head, but he only responded with a cool snicker. âWell, the tea you ordered from Liyue arrived at the Fortress and I came wondering if you wanted some,â The offer hung in the air, and Wriothesley knew the nurse would tag on a remark. âBut it seems like you may need to talk out some problems.â She wasnât an expert on human emotions, but she was better than spilling his mind to an inmate, Wriothesley guessed⌠or maybe even you. A pensive hum left the Dukeâs lips as Sigewinne walked over, a hop away from skipping, and settled her tray with tea onto his desk. Promptly, she would nestle herself properly into a chair on the other side of Wriothesleyâs desk, hands resting over her stomach and a pleased smile on her face.
âGo on, Wriothesley! Iâm open ears.â Chimed the Nurse. Though only playful sarcasm came from the Duke as he poured himself a cup of tea, âHmm, talking about my emotions? That seems like such a fun topic.â He knew it was needed, if not wanted. Even more so when Sigewinne didnât seem too pleased with his half-hearted answer; As she pouted her lips and let out an extensive huff; âAs the nurse, I care for everyone in the Fortress and that includes you too, Duke! Please, donât make my job any harder than it needs to be.â There was an earnest tone in her voice, and Wriothesley knew she was getting better in her studies.
Even more so when she shook her head after his moments of silence, âYour eyebrows are frowned and your eyes rest everywhere but me or,â Wriothesleyâs eyes drifted to you when Sigewinne pointed you out. You had shifted in your sleep, now laying on your back. You were peaceful; It made his eyes soften. He remembered when you used to have trouble sleeping by yourself, never feeling safe enough⌠Now you were sleeping like nothing in the world could ever hurt you. Like those fears of the past were nothing but fears. And they were; Wriothesley will make sure of it.
Sigewinneâs eyes had drifted off to you too. She was silent as she surveyed the way you slept and then the way Wriothesley lingered his attention on you. âYouâre still debating whether or not to tell her, huh?â âAnd where did you hear that?â Thereâs the cheeky Sigewinne that Wriothesley knew. Of course, he knew her more caring side as the Nurse but he had a hunch that she also knew about why he had been so âthoughtfulâ â to put it colorfully. Though Sigewinne would shake her head and smile, âYouâre very obvious sometimes! I think even Miss Clorinde knows!â That wouldnât be good. Not at all. âDoes she now?â But Wriothesley had to remain cool, collected. Now, it wasnât that Wriothesley was embarrassed for others to know of his crush on you â well, by this point, itâs lasted so long he was sure he could dub it love, but better safe than sorry if you didnât return his feelings â but he was simply cautious about other inmates knowing. After all, you were still technically one of them, an inmate. Your sentencing had been for about three years, maybe four, but you never left. You had chosen to stay since the first day you came, technically giving you a life sentence on your own will. So, if the other inmates know about the two of you â or well Writoehsleyâs feelings â it could put your life in danger. There was a tick of silence again, something Wriothesley was rather fond of sometimes⌠like in this case. Yet, his eyes did not miss Sigewinne standing up from her chair and striding over to where you rested on the couch. There was a careful, cautious, way she held her hand out as she checked you.
âSheâs still asleep,â Sigewinne noted.
And Wriothesley hummed in response, âI couldnât tell.â Where was Sigewinne going with this, Wriothesleyâs eyes narrowed slightly, though they were not harsh.
âMaybe sheâs dreaming about you, Duke!â
Wriothesley is a hard man to crack. He was the Duke of the Fortress, a peacekeeper among the convicted, and yet sometimes when he was with you he couldnât help but be that ever so lenient. Yet, he couldnât bring himself to confess to you after Sigewinne had come skipping into his office late one day while you were in her Medical Bay. It wasnât uncommon, of course, being in the Fortress there were few people to speak to you with the kindness Sigewinne does; And you two often had conversations, even nights where you would have quote-on-quote sleepovers. Yet, today you went due to a headache. And, no less than an hour later, Sigewinne came skipping into his office like she had won the lottery â and Wriothesley half-entertained such a ridiculous thought. âWhatâs the good news, Nurse Sigewinne?â Wriothesley played along with her bubbly demeanor; Enjoying the change of pace from his slow, meticulous work which dragged on for hours on end. He swore to himself when he was half way done, he would go check on you, yet he was only a Âź. Luckily, seemingly, the news had been brought to him. âWell, theyâre doing a lot better! It only appeared to be a headache due to not drinking enough water, but that tends to be normal.â Sigewinne reported as she came to a halt beside Wriothesleyâs desk. âBut, she also spoke rather colorfully about you!"
âOh?â Wriothesleyâs curiosity peaked, though a voice also nagged him about respecting your privacy. âIs that a good thing, or perhaps a bad thing, Nurse Sigewinne?â He knew she wouldnât be able to tell him much, as there still was patient confidentiality, even in the Fortress. But, by the way Sigewinneâs face beamed and the way her hands animatedly rested upon her hip, he was sure she was about to tell him to shoot his shot⌠once again. He thought it was enough she had gotten the others to bug him about it, while also still placing stickers upon his back, but he couldnât stay angered, or even annoyed, at them for long. Or at all. âI canât say much, but I say you have a very good chance of landing her, Mr. Wriothesley!â Sigewinne beamed, and Wriothesley swore her smile went ear to ear.
Wriothesley was a private man, as private as one can get for being the Duke of a prison, yet you can always tell how he felt about a person from his actions. He was, and is, a man of few words ⌠he always had been since you two were teenagers. And you never failed to take notice of it. Especially when he first began to give you some favor.
Of course, it was nothing too big, nor grand, when you were teenagers going onto young adults. It was small gestures that would brighten up your day ever so slightly more, like holding open the door for you or walking closer when a nasty group of inmates sent creepy looks your way. He had even gotten into a fight with one of them after they approached you. Wriothesley had walked away for a second, going to get you both your lunch, when he turned around to see the guy grabbing your arm. Seeing you wriggle and writhe under the manâs disgusting touch was more than enough for Wriothesley to send a nasty blow to the side of the guyâs head, which caused him to crack his head open on the floor below. It had been one of the few complications he had gotten into while at the Fortress, and he never regretted it. At least, thatâs what he constantly told you and you had to believe his word. But, that event had been the first time that you felt some sort of pang in your heart regarding the, now, Duke; And it surely wasnât the last. Especially after you were sure that Wriothesley was sending signals your way constantly by his small actions that always made you feel safer, closer, to him.
Yet, you had always had your own reservations on confessing to the Duke; Mostly having to do with where you came from, why you had left, and who was currently looking for you. You didnât want Wriothesley, no matter how many times he defended you and said he would punch someoneâs lights out if they messed with you, to get hurt because of the people you used to know. So you always waited for him to confess⌠and then tell him the dangers. But, day by day you compiled more and more reasons as to why Wriothesley might love you, and many more reasons why you loved him back. For one, he was a complete gentleman; To that, while he tended to be a little short and cold, he very much made it apparent that you could tell him anything, or even just lean on him if you needed. When you two walked, sometimes his hand would rest on the small of your back rather than your waist, and he would open the doors for you when you entered a building. Then there was the glares to the inmates who tried to mess with you, which was a little less fun to deal with, but a comfort nonetheless, and the visits to the Medical Bay heâd personally take to check up on your well being. There was, of course, a lot more that Wriothesley did that always made you feel special, more than you could ever count in a lifetime. And you were sure if things were different in your life you would have confessed to him long ago about the feelings that continuously welled in your chest, like a rapid river bashing against a dam begging to be freed yet never feeling such freedom. Man, wasnât that poetic?
âHey, we need to talk.â Wriothesleyâs voice was like a net, catching your attention and bringing it to shore â bringing you back to the present moment and back to Wriothesley. You had been at lunch, having brought up your meal you bought with coupons up to Wriothesleyâs office and was currently toying with it on his floor. You would usually be sitting on the couch, waiting for the Duke to spare some attention to you which he tended to grace you with more than others. (Seriously! You had watched Neuvillette have to sit and wait for about an hour or more to speak with the Duke as he finished up some paperwork. It was slightly painful). But, you decided to not test your luck that day and possibly stain Wriothesleyâs couch with⌠whatever you were eating. Honestly, you were so lost in thought you had forgotten what they had served, and now looking at it, it was too much of a mess for your brain to piece together. âA talk? Thatâs never good,â The sly comment shortly dropped from your lips, a snicker across your face as you glanced up at the Duke. His arms were crossed in a somehow pensive and relaxed (you werenât sure how that's feasible, but he made it work) fashion as he leaned back against his chair, having taken his eyes off of his work for the first time in a few hours. Unknown to you, he hadnât been able to complete some of the papers that flooded his desk because his mind kept drifting back to you. You. God, you were so perfect in his eyes. Even if he logically knew that no one could be quote-on-quote perfect, he sometimes chose to ignore that fact for you. Only you, really.
âNah, I think youâll like this one,â Wriothesley continued, a chuckle present upon his lips that gave his stubble some light. When was the last time he shaved? The thought crossed your mind. You didnât mind it, of course, you always enjoyed his stubble, it made him look more handsome in your eyes. But, even so, his looks werenât enough to evade your skeptical side glance and the cock of your eyebrow. Even if Wriothesley snickered, knowing you had been checking him out a little; After all, he sometimes purposely lets his stubble grow out for you. Wriothesley was a man of few words, and even sometimes his words tended to fail him. So, there was a brief moment that his eyes lingered onto yours, and yours lingered right back to his. A beat, maybe even longer, before he stood from his desk and strided over to where you sat on the floor, kneeling down to your height. And, being so close, you could almost see all the words that were swirling in his head in his eyes; The regrets yet also momentums that wanted to pour out, yet he kept locked inside, as he reached a hand out and wiped a smug of food from your cheek. To others, his face might have seemed cold or indifferent, but you could tell there was some sort of attentiveness in his eyes that gave him away. It always had. And, just like Wriothesley, your own eyes and body always tended to give you away to him. The way your eyes crinkled ever so more when you laughed at one of his poorly delivered jokes. The way you always entertained the joke of Sigewinne being your shared child, much to her dismay, and the way you always naturally floated to his presence when he was in a room.
âYouâre a horrible liar, you know that, right?â Wriothesley would tease, as a crinkle appeared in the corner of his eye. You knew what he was talking about and it made your heart flip. Both in a good way and a bad way. You would feel guilty putting Wriothesley into the fire that you had forged, which burnt down everything you had ever known beforehand. And yet, you were unaware that Wriothesley was equally as revered as confessing to you due to the likeness that the Fortress might become your shared home. He didnât want that life for you as much as you didnât want your life for him. And yet, despite that, Wriothesley was shooting his shot, as despite all the uncertainties that clouded both of your minds, there will still always be a shared affection for one another that wouldnât fade easily, if ever. So, you snorted and confessed, âYouâre not much better yourself, Duke.â Despite your mind screaming at you differently.
And, it was strangely peaceful to get that heavy weight off your chest, even if it felt like your heart was being crushed all the same. Though, if you were able to weather your own struggles with anyone, you know it would be with Wriothesley â in turn, Wriothesley knew that if push came to shove, youâll be there to lend him the extra strength to deal twice the blow. And so it always felt right, in your hearts, for you two to be together. Yet, why did that new found heavyweight only grow heavier?
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The second episode of the Remake, FF7 Rebirth, has proven to be a terrific experience thus far. SE obviously made a few big decisions here and there.
It is seemingly implied now that Jenova wasn't "brain-dead", and it is hinted that Sephiroth was addled during his breakdown.
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It all begins with a strategically placed cut, when Sephiroth touches the door bearing the name Jenova and instructs "Cloud" to close the valve. The scene is merely functional for new fans, yet leaves a vacant space that Crisis Core players will quickly fill in with the inferred arrival of Genesis. Smart move that, leaving the interpretation to the player. Whether Genesis exists inside the Remake's continuity or not, the moment reads differently to each fan. Quite frankly, I was half-expecting âCloudâ to come across a banora apple, rolling on the floor, but I suppose that would be telling.
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What's remarkable is that they give Sephiroth almost identical symptoms to those that Cloud has in the remake. Glitches and odd headaches superimpose themselves nicely over the original Crisis Core scene. And, as much as I loathe Tyler Hoechlin's acting in the game, he lends a tangible sense of rage to Sephiroth's disparaging remarks about Hojo and his experiments. You can hear the hatred, a touch of pity, and disgust directed at Hojo's work and the creatures he tortured. In Crisis Core, he refers to the test subjects as âabominationsâ with the same touch of bitterness.
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Back to the point: glitches, pupil dilations, and headaches are visual cues for Jenovaroth's influence or proximity, as shown in the first part of the Remake. However, at this point, Sephiroth is still sane â cracking, but still himself â so the only agent who can exert influence on him is, well, Jenova.
Now, a widely established fan hypothesis maintained that Jenova was brain-dead or comatose. Bodily functions sustained, but brain activity plateaued. Rebirth, however, strangely suggests otherwise.
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When "Cloud" returns to Sephiroth in the manor's basement for the second time, Sephiroth recites an excerpt from a journal purportedly written by Professor Gast:
âThe specimen, found in a strata dating back two thousand years, smiled with what could only be described as 'ethereal grace'⌠Though the truth eluded me at first, I later determined that she was an Ancient - or a 'steward of the planet', as they are referred to in legendâ.
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Remembering the battles with Jenova Dreamweaver and Jenova Emergent, the creature is far from "graceful" or "ethereal". There is nothing graceful about her figure in the tube either, and she is not smiling. The game goes out of its way to lampshade the glaring contradiction by showing the flashes of Jenovaâs fanged skull and grotesque body as Sephiroth quotes the passage. So how could Gast perceive her as such?.. The answer is most likely found in Jenova Dreamweaver's description given in Ultimania: the entity has the ability to induce hallucinations in individuals who come into proximity with it, which is further corroborated by Jenova Emergent description.
An ancient lifeform that Shinra Company has kept under strict confidentiality. Those who come into contact can have their conscience interfered as well as see illusions. Professor Hojo has dedicated half of his life to researching Jenova, and within the Shinra Company building's top floors lies a secret research center called the "Dome," where Jenova's cells are injected into lifeforms or machinery to conduct experiments. (Ultimania)
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Gast even writes that âthe truth eluded him at firstâ, but LATER he determines the specimen belonged to the race of Ancients, as if that answer was suggested. The implication is chilling: Jenova may have purposefully misled Gast in order to present itself as an Ancient. As Sephiroth later explains in the FF7Rb, Jenova is capable of seeing deep into one's soul and impersonating individuals you fear, love, or hate.
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If ShinRA and Gast were determined to unravel the mysteries of Ancients and their Promised Land, it would make sense for Jenova to "scan" Gast and determine the best course of action: disguise itself as an Ancient in order to escape captivity in geological strata jail.
The scene in which Sephiroth reads Gast's notes is possibly the final time he is more or less himself, before Jenova's image intermingles with his for a brief moment. Again, I appreciate Tyler's voice acting in this particular section and the real rage he brought to it. Admittedly, I was concerned that with next-gen visuals, they would take a more gruesome approach, displaying Sephiroth conducting the Nibelheim carnage with sadistic pleasure, but they took a different route. Slow, zombie-like movements, and a glassy expression.
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He speared the militiamen as casually as if he were spearing bugs, which is far more frightening from a narrative point. What jumped out was how they emphasized the possessed-like behavior: from snarling and flailing the book like a suffering person to an empty countenance and automaton-like strides, as if he was being beckoned. Which is what "Mother is waiting" implies.
The final segment of the Nibelheim flashback is likely the most essential as well. According to previous developer claims, Sephiroth's will took precedence over Jenova's, and he was in control â whether Jenova was brain-dead or simply of lesser willpower. However, the Rebirth appears to suggest something different right off the bat. First, "Cloud" shouts, "I believed in you⌠No⌠Not you â whoever the hell you are!", highlighting the significant personality change and the resulting lack of recognition. But then "Cloud" sees Jenova's image superimposed over that of Sephiroth in a rapid, glitch-like succession.
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In other words, he sees Jenova inhabiting Sephiroth's body as a vehicle to once again escape the confinements. Whatever that means, whether it suggests that Jenova is in control from the start, or whether Sephiroth is literally the greatest functional agglomeration of her cells, and therefore literally âbecomesâ Jenova.
If Jenova's original body was severely damaged â either as a result of eons of incarceration or Hojo's tinkering â it stands to reason that, if she wished to carry out her plan, she would need a new body, one capable of moving at the very least. Perhaps Sephiroth, an able-bodied skilled Mako-infused fighter of considerable might, served as a better "vessel" than her original damaged one.
But the crux of the matter lies elsewhere. The possibility of Jenova being conscious and influencing Gast is very terrifying. With the potential to affect others in close vicinity, she may have influenced the minds of the whole science team behind the Jenova Project, particularly those who had long-term contact with her tissue â Gast and Hojo. It could turn out that the whole idea to revive an âAncientâ was planted by Jenova in order to grow itself a powerful host. In fact, if it could "peer into one's soul," i.e. read minds and memories, it might have easily identified a pressure point to indoctrinate people who could forward her objective. It's one thing to inject tissue samples into an adult body; it's quite another to devise a plan to inject cells into a developing human fetus. Who knows. Perhaps Hojo is such an obsessed Jenova nutcase in large part because he fell under its spell; feelings of inadequacy and being overshadowed by his colleague may have offered a crack in his defenses.
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One that Jenova easily took advantage of. After all, as Dirge of Cerberus implies, Hojo ended up implanting himself with alien organic material.
Again, Jenova's power to extract information from an individual when in proximity supports a bleak reading of the events leading up to Nibelheim's ransacking. A person who kept on carrying a photograph of his supposedly late mother and badgered others about his background, as suggested by Ever Crisis episodes, was literally wearing his weakness on a sleeve.
Perhaps the 30-something years of the Jenova Project were supposed to bring Sephiroth there.
Perhaps the chain of events had been nudged in that direction, starting from the very discovery of a derelict non-human lifeform. Nudged by an intelligence both cunning and incomprehensible. And that makes Jenova a much, much scarier presence in the remake than it was ever suggested in OG.
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I hope I'm not bothering you and you don't have to write this if it makes you feel better you can but I'm curious. All txt members are dom overstimulation orgasm denial and in addition to that, I wonder what the members who ate special chocolate would be like. I really trust you, I'm sorry, my English is not very good, I hope I can be understood.
Okay, we'll (I'll) answer this in two parts!
MDNI! Very hastily written, donât kill me
MTL (ish) overstim v denial
Overstim
Yeonjun
Soobin
Kai
Taehyun
Beomgyu
Denial
Yeonjun does it both as a punishment and just on the daily. Heâs all about making sure youâre thoroughly satisfied by the end of the night, and with his stamina, you surely will be. Whether itâs from his fingers, mouth, thigh, or cock, youâre being sent to heaven every single time. If youâre not blacking out from pleasure, heâs not doing his job right. If heâs just doing it for funsies, heâs praising you all the while telling you âjust one moreâ and âyouâre such a good girl for taking it.â If itâs a punishment heâs saying âif it hurts, why is your body still pulling me in, hm?â and âif you act like a slut, youâre going to get treated like oneâ
Soobin truly doesnât mean to, but he just gets so captured in how good you feel and loses himself in the moment. Itâs only natural that before he even thinks about getting inside you heâs prepping you and then eating you out. Like thatâs not even a question. So thatâs two there. And then once heâs inside you, heâs not thinking anymore, literally youâre synonymous with a fleshlight at that point. Tears streaming down your face because heâs come twice and heâs still going. And then afterwards the little pervert is going down on you again because the sight of his come dripping out of you is too tempting.
Kai is a bit of a wild card. Heavily inspired by kpg! Kai (you should read that if you havenât wink wink) but he just gets such a power trip from the way you completely trust him with your body. If he decides to overstim you? Youâre taking it with trembling thighs and tears in your eyes. If he decides you donât deserve to come? Youâre crying and begging but taking all that heâs willing to give you while holding off your impending orgasm. He doesnât really have tells for either mood and while heâs not above punishment, thatâs not really his motivator either. It really just depends on what heâs feeling like in the moment.
Taehyun will only deny you as a punishment. Heâs a simple man that thinks good girls should come and stupid sluts should not. Thatâs not to say that he doesnât purposefully make rules so that you break them, but youâd think that after all this time youâd know better, right? Itâs not his fault youâre breaking rules, he just has to enforce them. You know your safe word and if you didnât want it, you wouldnât have broken the rule in the first place. Your tears will not sway him but if you cry enough he might come back later to let you come. Maybe. And while he does go a few rounds, itâs with breaks in between and not all at once so I donât think it counts as overstim?
Beomgyu is just so mean :(. He likes keeping you wound up and frustrated. He likes having you beg and plead for him to let you come and then deciding not to anyways. Itâs like a game to him. Will he? Wonât he? Hell, half the time he doesnât know himself. Itâs a bit of a power trip for him. You could be a brat or even just the perfect princes, and he still wonât let you come. But heâs not a complete monster, if you donât deserve to come from his dick, heâll let you get yourself off on a pillow if youâre so desperate.
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a few days had passed from your last - and definitely awkward - meeting with matt, and there wasnât one moment in which your mind didnât replay the event of the showers on loop, leaving you to overthink what had happened: what was all that? was it the heat of the moment that had you both acting out, or was it genuine attraction? he was attractive, sure, but were you actually that attracted to him?
lost in your thoughts you started to zone out, momentarily forgetting that next to you sat the devilâs advocate, also known as chris. âhellooo,â he called out, waving a hand in front of your eyes, âearth calls baby, do you copy?â
you scoffed, swatting his hand away while muttering a soft âget your filthy hand out of my faceâ under your breath. âdude, you were fucking gone,â he commented in an exaggerated tone, before a weird glint began sparkling in his eyes. you leaned back a little, perplexity written all over your face as your friendâs face leaned closer to yours. âdid you fuck him?â
âwhat?â you almost screamed, pushing him off of you. âwhat on earth are you talking about, chris?â
you watched as a smirk took place on chrisâ lips slowly. he tried to hide it by biting his lip, before words spilled uncontrolled by his mouth. âyour little rendez-vous in the shower. so, did you have sex?â
your cheeks broke out in a crimson red blush furiously burning you whole, panic almost settling in before a little light switched on in your brain. you two were alone in the locker, so how did heâŚ
âdid you push me there on purpose?â you finally screamed incredulous, attracting a few puzzled looks from college kids moving around on campus. you didnât care though, not when you came to the realization that chris had purposefully told you that the water wasnât running knowing that you would have checked it for yourself, effectively bumping into his brother half naked fresh out of the shower.
chrisâ smirk widened as he saw the gears in your mind turning, putting the missing pieces of the story together. âbingo,â he whispered, leaning back against the tree trunk you were sitting under. âdonât thank me, by the way. oh, and i told him youâre coming to our home for those little study sessions of yours. donât worry though, me and nick wonât be there.â
you watched wide-eyed as your friend brought both arms behind his head, closing his eyes and resting there as if he was sunbathing on the beach. you tried to talk numerous times, your mouth opening and closing like a fish in a miserable attempt to scold him, to tell him that he couldnât just toy with you however he pleased and act like he was doing you a favour. in the end, you finally snapped back to your senses and smacked him across his face, earning a pained grunt from the boy who was now holding his cheek, the soft, pale skin slowly turning redder by the second.
âare you actually crazy?â you exclaimed, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. chris groaned once again, glancing at his hand that was once on his cheek almost as if he was scared there would be blood on there. how dramatic.
âoh câmon,â he whined, sitting up straight, âyou could really use this time. and alsoâŚâ he began, eyeing you up and down, fixing his gaze on your tensed features. â...you really need to get laid. youâre too stressed.â once again, you were at a loss of words from his bluntness. it wasnât something new, but usually you were the blunt one, so to see the tables reverse it was a weird and unexpected experience.
âchris- i fucking hate you,â you groaned, burying your head in your hands as despair came clawing at your insides. you could not let the meeting happen, not after what had happened just a few days prior. âwhy, what happened?â asked the boy curiously. you glanced at him between your fingers, realizing too late that you had spoken out loud. you sighed, shaking your head while you gathered your belongings and threw them in your bag. ânothing,â you said while getting up, shaking the grass from your pants, keen on running from your friend as soon as possible. âlisten, iâll see you later, yeah?â
âiâll send you the location! and i want you as near as possible to the rink at the game!â
âyeah, yeah, sure,â you whispered, heading towards your room. yeah, you were fucked.
some hours laterâŚ
âwhat do you think?â you asked, holding a baby blue shirt to your torso. honey turned around, nodding in approval as she slipped her own shirt on. she looked around the room, sitting down on cherryâs bed as she tied her shoelaces. âby the way, whereâs your roommate?â
âalready at the rink,â you replied, grabbing the phone from the desk. you quickly skimmed over the countless messages cherry sent you, announcing mindlessly to honey that apparently they were holding two spots for you two and that the arena was filling more and more by the second.
quickly, you made your way to the rink, meeting nate and his crew right at the front. you observed as he immediately pulled honey into a hug, your nose scrunching from the obnoxious smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes lingered on your friend more than necessary, basically stripping her with his eyes. fucking disgusting. honey shot you a quick glance, to which you could only reply with a shrug and a confused laugh. as a look of unease made its way on honeyâs face, you decided to step in and save her from the drunken state of your friend. âcâmon, weâll see you later guys,â you said, interlocking arms with honey and nodding to nate and his friends, before pulling her out of that rather awkward interaction.
you made way to cherry and other girls from your figure skating lessons, sitting down next to them. âcan you not-â you began, showing to cherry your phone overflowing with messages, âfucking bombard me with messages? everytime i think something urgent has happened and itâs always something stupid.â
âwhat do you mean stupid? the choice of a new leotard is pretty much fundamental, what if i choose a color that makes me look like shit?â you look back at the girl whoâs 100% serious about the matter before bursting out in laughter, absolutely incredulous. soon after, cherryâs scold turned into a soft smile, then she, too, bursted into a fit of laughter.
too caught up into your conversation with your roommate, you failed to notice nate plopping down next to honey until you feel her knee nudge against yours, your head turning immediately and landing on the drunk man sitting too close to you for your own liking. you nodded in her way, asking a silent question: are you okay? honey shook her head, not really wanting to talk about it as her eyes fixed on a spot on the rink. you turned your gaze back to nate, scoffing and rolling your eyes as he continued to blabber drunkenly.
the loud horn blew through the speakers, lights dancing around the arena as the players entered the rink, the speaker screaming something in the microphone that got muffled by the loud cheering of college students all around you. you got up, pulling honey so she could see the team of our college entering. your eyes quickly inspected the rink, landing immediately on mattâs back. and, as if between you two were pieces of a magnet, he turned to face your way, his icy eyes immediately finding yours. you couldnât help the flashback from days before replaying in your mind, but you decided to distract yourself. tearing your gaze away from mattâs, you spotted chris. âlook,â you leaned over honeyâs shoulder, yelling over the noise, âthereâs matt and thereâs chris.â
honey didnât respond, but by the way she was looking at the boy you knew she had heard you loud and clear. deciding that teasing her might ease some of her nervousness, you laugh, âyouâre drooling,â watching then how the girl tried to defend herself.
you watched as the brothers talked to each other seemingly focused on the game that was going to begin soon, but you couldnât help but notice the sneaky glances matt threw your way more than once. fuck, this wasnât good.
from your right side, cherry nudged you lightly. âhave you talked to him?â she asked, nodding in his way. you shook your head, slumping against your seat. cherry knew what had happened in the showers since that day you had blasted through your dorm door with a rather shocked face, immediately rambling about the little encounter you had with the triplet. to cite her words, you had been âstupid for having let this opportunity slip from your handsâ, so since then each time you two met she would always ask you the same question in hope things had changed. they had not. in fact, it seemed like you and matt had reached a common pact of avoiding each other as much as possible, not wanting to deal with the consequences of your slip up.
finally, the game started, pulling you away from your own thoughts. minutes flew by and the crowd got more and more agitated by the second. you glanced to the clock, gnawing nervously at your lip: 40 seconds to intermission and neither team managed to throw the pluck in. suddenly, a collective gasp rose from the crowd: at first you almost missed the way a member of your team stole the puck from the other team, which then ended in chrisâ grasp as he glided skillfully towards the net of the enemy, fast yet controlled. 10 seconds left. two members of the opposite team blocked chrisâ path, almost managing to retrieve back the puck if it werenât for chrisâ leap of faith towards matt, the little black disk sliding between one of the boysâ legs and ending right in front of the other sturniolo who was waiting exactly for this moment to almost throw himself towards the net, hitting the puck with his stick and making it land inside just as the intermission bell rang, the crowd exploding in screams and yells as the +1 point appeared on the score screen.
matt threw a victory fist up in the air, shoving the helmet off his head as the team flew his way, crushing him in a joyous hug. you jumped up with the rest of the audience, clapping your hands and cheering while on the other side of the arena the students from the other college booed at you. you didnât care though, not when the air was sizzling with electricity.
âlook!â yelled cherry, pointing to the boys hugging in the rink. there, right at the center of the hug stood matt, his eyes fixed on you. even when chris elbowed him playfully he didnât tear his gaze from you. he smiled at you softly and you reciprocated, nodding in approval as you kept clapping for him.
eventually, the boys headed towards the benches to recharge, dragging matt with them.
you turned towards honey, chuckling as you noticed that her eyes hadnât ripped once from the rink. âhaving fun?â you asked her, to which she nodded. âi can tell, you havenât taken your eyes off the rink the whole time, letâs make sure your eyes donât get stuck now.â you laughed as you saw her annoyed expression, leaving her to be while you toyed with your phone. suddenly, a message from chris came through:
ââ chrisđ â
⤡ we have a problem
you furrowed your brows at the single message, quickly glancing back to the rink as the bell rang again, the boys gliding in again. you analyzed chris, trying to understand if he was sick or hurt, but he looked neither. with a last glance at your phone you put it back in your pocket, trying to enjoy the second part of the game.
that was, until a player shoved chris on the ground, and said boy got back up and charged towards him like a fury, ripping the helmet from the guyâs head and punching him multiple times. you couldnât help but scoot to the edge of the seat, your back straight and tense as you waited for the ref to separate them. he didnât, though, and you watched with horror as matt tried to intervene before things got out of hand, effectively ending with chris pushing him out of the way. finally, the refs managed to separate the two boys, sending chris to the penalty box where his coach started yelling at him.
what none of you expected, though, was for a girl to run to the box, pounding on it until chris opened it and welcomed her in a hug. suddenly, the mysterious message made sense. trouble wasnât a sickness, or an ache, or even this little stunt he had just pulled, trouble was this girl he had just kissed in front of two colleges. âno fucking way,â you muttered, your heart beating incredibly fast in your ribcage as adrenaline came back running through your veins.
you turned towards honey who seemed to be in a trance, calling her name over and over before she bolted out of there, heading towards the penalty box. âshit,â you exclaimed, running after your friend who had never moved faster before. as you reached the box, you couldnât help but notice matt moving towards you, resting his free hand on the glass that separated the players from the crowd right where yours was, in a <hidden> attempt to be closer to you. you would have lied if you said that the gesture didnât make your stomach erupt in butterflies, but you had to snap back to reality when <chrisâ girlfriend> spoke to you in a rather bitchy tone.
ânu-uh girl, youâre not talking to your reflection, iâm not the bitch here.â you spat back, watching delighted as her features morphed into horror, your little remark hitting a nail in her ego. how pathetic. you heard matt stifling back a chuckle, his fingers tapping mindlessly on the glass. Fuck, you wanted to touch him so bad. but as tempted as you were in the moment, you knew you had bigger problems to take care of, and thatâs how you ran to honey again who was leaving the stadium, after flipping that addison girl off. you slipped your hand in honeyâs, dragging her out of there while muttering angrily under your breath.
âsheâs ugly as fuck, too. he downgraded,â you muttered more loudly as honey sobbed into your shoulder, stroking her hair and back comfortingly. you looked around, noticing people giving you weird looks on the street as if theyâve never seen a person cry. you rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed before pulling honey with you, heading towards her apartment building.
âbaby, lookâ murmured honey softly, handing you his phone. you read chrisâ messages, your expression laced with disgust as a new wave of anger washed over you. you scoffed angrily, switching then to nateâs messages and cringing from the clearly altered state he was in. âchris is a fucking weirdo, the switch up was crazy,â you said, shaking your head. âat least nate was nice,â you commented. but was he? or was he only drunk speaking? âi guess,â you added lastly.
finally back to honeyâs apartment, you follow her to her bedroom, throwing her some pjs and looking for a spare to wear. âiâm staying here tonight, okay? iâm not letting you be alone.â
and as you and your friend spent the rest of the night watching movies and giggling to little dumb remarks you made about your life, you didnât notice your phone vibrating with new messages.
ââ unknown â
⤡ hey, it's matt
⤡ i asked chris for your number, i just wanted to check up on you
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i love your writing so much and im so glad you opened requests!! :) i would love if you wrote a fic about zoro being dominant (maybe some spanking/spitting?) him having a dirty mouth, and perhaps some edging? i have another idea that i'll send in a diff message too! even if you dont choose this one i look forward to reading the others <3
I've never written anything with a lot of dirty talk or dominance before, but I tried my best, and I hope I did it justice! đ
Playing Rough
Pairing: Zoro x Reader
NSFW
Summary: You're being terribly stubborn, insisting on fighting battles you can't handle. Zoro decides to put you in your place. Warnings: Smut, Dom Zoro, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Slight Edging, Begging Word Count: 2.4k
It was a stupid argument, one that shouldnât have happened.
The battle you had been through was rough, sure, but you didnât take any damage that wouldnât heal. Zoro had insisted you not fight on your own, not take on any challenge you couldnât handle, and you had insisted that you were more than capable of handling it. And you were. You came home, didnât you? And the bruises might be nasty and the stitches werenât terribly fun either, but you were in one piece. You had managed to hobble your way back to the ship on your own, and you didnât even collapse before making it into Zoroâs arms.
You were too out of it to comprehend the words he said, though you understood the panic and fear in his tone well enough. And you certainly understood the words he spoke when you first woke up.
âAre you stupid?â
âExcuse me?â
Before you could truly get angry, his arms were around you, crushing you against his chest. You can feel a slight tremor as he takes a deep breath, nose buried in your hair, taking in your scent, your warmth, any evidence that you are here with him and alive. He takes a shuddering inhale, the closest thing to weakness youâve ever heard from him, before his voice comes back again, rough and absolutely furious. âYou almost died.â
âI didnât almost die.â You try to say it sweetly, soothingly, but his fingers tighten in a way that is less than kind.
âYou almost died. You went even though you knew you shouldnât, and you almost died. I almost lost you.â His voice isnât shaking, not quite, but you swear you feel the tremor anyway. Zoro is not a man easily rattled, yet somehow you have shaken him to his very foundation.
âYou could never lose me, Zoro. I knew what I was doing, I promise.â
âYou knew the risk you were taking?â
âYes. But I had to do it.â You bring a hand up to run through his hair. âI knew I would come back. I knew what I was doing, and I knew I was strong enough. I promise.â
Youâre suddenly devoid of his warmth as he pulls away, glaring at you. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about. Chopper said if you got back even a few minutes laterâŚâ He trails off, clenching his teeth.
âBut I didnât,â you insist. âEverything turned out fine, Zoro.â
âDo you think thatâs all that matters?â
âKind of!â
He huffs. âIâm glad youâre okay.â He stalks out of the room, slamming the door as he leaves. You throw yourself back onto the bed, wincing as you realize your ribs are very much broken. Every inch of you is bruised, and it hurts to breathe. But it was worth it. He would understand that eventually. Not every fight has a pretty ending, but that doesnât mean you shouldnât finish them.
He did not understand, as it turns out.
He still helped you as you healed, your dear protector always carrying you so gently, so purposefully. But you could feel the distance, the tension. Neither of you acknowledged it, focusing on your health first and foremost, but it haunted every moment you two were together. Touches were fleeting, conversation was sparse. But finally, finally, today you have been officially given a clean bill of health by Chopper.
âYouâre cleared for everyday activity, but I still want you to stay out of fights for a while. And donât do anything that reckless again!â Chopperâs words are law when it comes to your health, so youâll do your best, but you canât help but think of how no one else on this ship would follow such instructions.
âIâll try.â No promises you canât keep, and Chopper purses his lips a little when he realizes, but after a moment he simply nods. Heâs used to patients even more stubborn than you, of course.
As you leave the office, ready to get back to your regular life, youâre instantly met by Zoroâs broad chest as he pulls you into him.
âYouâre fine now?â Thereâs a tension to his voice you donât fully understand.
âIâyeah? I guess?â
âGood.â He throws you over his shoulder, not exactly gently, now that he knows being rough with you wonât open your stitches.
âWhat are you doing?â You try to pull yourself up to see where heâs taking you, but he gives you a quick swat on the ass that makes you squeak as you fall limp again.
âYouâll see.â He jogs down a hallway you only recognize right before you reach your destination: his room. When the door slams shut behind you, enclosing you in darkness, it almost sounds like a death knell.
He throws you onto the bed carelessly, pushing a hand onto your stomach to keep you from bouncing. His other hand makes quick work of your pants as you squirm, not out of fear but out of pure confusion.
âZoro? Whatâs going on?â
âWe have a conversation to finish.â His voice is flat. You donât need to ask him which conversation. You know damn well which one. Heâs finally rid you of your pants, throwing them carelessly to the floor, and he begins to work on the buttons of your shirt.
âIs that what this is going to be? A conversation?â
He hums. âNo, I guess not.â His callused hands are rough against your bare skin as he unhooks your bra and grabs your breasts. âYou arenât going to be doing much talking, today. Itâs finally time for you to listen.â He kneads your chest for a moment, pinching harshly, before he moves to slide off your panties.
âListen?â Your voice is a little strained as you feel his fingers slide against your bare skin for the first time in weeks.
âYeah, listen. You werenât willing before, so I have to try something else.â He flips you over before pulling you onto his lap, ass in the air. âMake you remember our roles here.â
âOur roles?â
âYeah. Iâm the protector of the ship, of our crew. Thatâs my job.â
âOh? And whatâs mine?â
âIn general? To survive. Right now? To take what I give you.â
âAnd what are you giving me?â
âDo you think youâre in a position to interrogate me right now?â His hand grabs one of your ass cheeks, an attempt to remind you exactly whoâs in charge. And you know, of course, whoâs in charge here. But that doesnât mean you canât push him.
âYouâve been answering, havenât you?â You canât keep the mischief out of your voice.
He chuckles in spite of himself. âYeah, I have. Iâm being too nice, arenât I?â His voice gets a little deeper, an intensity creeping in. âIâll give you one more, as a treat. Iâm giving you exactly what youâve earned, for acting so fucking recklessly. And then, if youâre good? Iâll give you my cock. Iâm sure you want it, hm? All cooped up in the infirmary for weeks, thinking about it, knowing you canât have it. I bet itâs been driving you insane.â
With that, you feel the sharp sting of his hand as he brings it down. It makes you cry out as it connects with your soft flesh, but you know he isnât using even half of his strength, holding back, somehow taking care of you even now. You feel him harden when he does it, though you canât tell if itâs from the sound you make or from the action itself. Maybe both. His hand gently caresses the growing handprint, a moment of tenderness, before he raises his hand again and you tense.
âJust relax, sweetheart. It canât be any worse than what you put us through.â Another smack, this one on the other cheek, and another, and another, alternating each time. You canât help the small squeaks and whines you let out, and Zoro canât hide the effect they have on him, breathing growing heavier and smacks becoming more intense as you both lose yourselves.
âThatâs it. One more. You can take one more.â
âAh!â
âThatâs right. Another. Youâre enjoying this, arenât you? Youâre practically dripping.â You clench your thighs together, trying to hide the fact that heâs right, about this, about the fight, about everything here. When you try, he tuts, bringing his hand down yet again, making you jolt. âDonât go hiding yourself from me, pretty thing. Youâre mine, every inch of you. You canât hide a thing from me. Can you say it for me, sweet thing? Admit that youâre mine?â
âIâm yours, Zoro!â
âAnd that I was right?â
âYou wereâah!â His hand comes down again, but you force your way through. âYou were right, Zoro!â
âThere we go.â His hands finally stop, coming to rest on your red and stinging ass. âWas that so hard to admit?â
You keep silent, your stubbornness still carrying you through.
He laughs at you. âYou know, I could add a bit to your punishment for not answering. But,â his fingers find your entrance, wet and waiting, âI think youâd probably like that, huh?â
You hum, pushing your face into the bed, trying to hide your red face and ears. He lifts you up, pulling you up into a sitting position, holding your chin and forcing you to look him in the eyes. âHiding again? You really liked your punishment, didnât you? As much as Iâd love to continue, thatâs not all I had in store. So eyes on me.â
He quickly strips off his shirt before easily lifting you with one arm so he can slide off his pants. As he does, you can see a wet spot where you were resting. Itâs a little mortifying, realizing how easily he can turn you to putty in his hands, literally dripping wet for him. Your embarrassment quickly subsides when he frees his cock, red and twitching, and you realize you hold just as much sway over him as he does over you. He lines himself up with your entrance, ready to give you exactly what you want.
As he slowly slides you down on his cock, you let out a moan, and he groans in response. His eyes are locked onto where your bodies meet, taking in the sight of you stretching around him. âFuck, you take me so perfectly. Like you were made for me.â
Once heâs fully sheathed in you, you both take a moment to breathe in, enjoying the feeling of this first sweet stretch. The second you breathe out, he begins to bounce you roughly, making you squeak. âOh, you thought I was going to go easy on you now?â He laughs, continuing his fast pace, fingertips digging into your hips. âFuck, you feel so good, pretty thing. Bouncing on my cock just like that.â
One hand leaves your hips, moving up your body, finding its place at your chest. He pinches your nipples, making you squeal, before he leans forward, breathing heavily in your ear. âGod, when you squeeze around me like thatâŚâ he squeezes your chest again, moaning. âYou kill me, sweetheart.â
His hips continue to snap harshly into yours, pounding relentlessly as the sounds of slapping skin fill the room. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and leaving a mark that clearly defines you as his. You can feel the heat rising as your orgasm builds, your sounds growing more wanton and desperate as Zoro begins to pound into you even faster, and faster.
And then it stops.
âWhaââ
You can feel the rumble of his chest against your back as he laughs. âOh, did you think I was going to just give it to you?â
âIâButâI was good,â you say petulantly. Your voice is still a half whine as you try to ground yourself, the tension in your body slowly unraveling and leaving nothing but a cold dissatisfaction.
âHm.â He presses his cheek to your shoulder, humming as though heâs thinking. âWell. Maybe if you beg you can cum on my cock. If youâre real sweet about it.â
Itâs embarrassing how quickly the frantic cry leaves your mouth. âPlease, please, please Zoro can I cum? Please?â
âHm. I think you can do better.â
âPlease, can I cum on your cock, Zoro! Please, I need you, please!â
âAlright. Since you asked so nicely.â
His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles around it. He enters you again, pace slower this time, but strokes deep and deliberate. You can feel every inch of him as he pulls in and out, feel the heat of his breath on your ear, hear his quiet moans as you clench around him. He will give you your release, but not as quickly as you want it. Youâll get it on his terms.
Even still, you reach your precipice quickly, and he whispers huskily in your ear. âAre you ready?â
Youâre beyond all practical thought at this point, but you still manage two simple words. âYes! Please.â
âAlright then, pretty thing. Cum for me.â With one final thrust, one final movement of his fingers, you do, gushing around him as the world shatters. Youâre panting, desperate for breath, but you canât seem to make your lungs listen to you over the symphony of pleasure youâre drowning in. Right as you manage to regain some control of yourself, you can feel Zoro go tense beneath you before you feel him spill inside of you, filling you to the brim as he quietly moans out your name.
You both sit together a moment, you limp in Zoroâs arms as he falls back onto the bed, before he speaks up.
âPromise me youâll never do anything like that again. Really.â His arms wrap around you a little tighter. âIâŚI couldnât stand the thought of losing you.â
âI wonât do it again, Zoro, I promise.â Your voice is weak, but you look up to see a sincere smile creep onto his face and you know he heard you. â...Are there other things that might get me punished like this? Less deadly things?â
He laughs. âOh, there are plenty. And Iâm sure youâll do them all.â His hand runs through your hair affectionately. âBut Iâll find more excuses to spank you later. I think you need some rest.â
With that, you two simply lay together, the only sound in the room your quiet breaths and the sound of Zoroâs heartbeat, growing slower and slower as you both drift off.
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Organ donation, compassion fatigue, and Japanese perspectives on brain death
I donât think Shidouâs sin was actually a crime (as in, it was perfectly legal) and Iâm going to explain why. This is essentially a very long Kirisaki Shidou Is Not An Organ Harvester post
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To start: Shidouâs sin was convincing the families of braindead patients to donate their relativesâ organs. He confirms doing this in his T2 voice drama, and the way he words it makes it clear he thinks of it as murder. (He does say that this is only half of his sin, but weâll get to the other half later.)
You know, I⌠continuously tried to persuade the relatives of braindead patients who were against organ transplants.
âIn order to save the life of someone you donât know, please let me kill your family member,â I told them.
It doesnât even take much thinking to realize how cruel that is, but⌠I didnât realize that until the very end.
Translation used: https://youtu.be/9xmokVJ-6x4?si=VgcIp5LCdNnUwqUW
Brain death is the irreversible, complete loss of brain function, meaning thereâs no chance for a braindead patient to ever come back. Because of this, some people may feel that removing life support from a braindead patient doesnât constitute murder. It definitely doesnât constitute murder from a legal perspective, but it makes sense why someone might think of it as murderâ especially in Japan.
Japanese perspectives on brain death
In evaluating Shidouâs case, we have to consider the cultural context within which it was written. Many people in Japan do not consider brain death as human death, and brain death cannot be declared without consent from the family and the intention to donate organs. In fact, braindead patients are not removed from life support until their heart stops beating. Shidou isnât being dramatic when he frames his words as basically saying, âplease let me kill your family member.â
Brain death is a very contentious topic in JapanâDoctors are put under scrutiny for declaring brain death and performing organ transplants. Itâs important to know that in Japan, brain death only exists in relation to organ transplants. And only certain designated hospitals will do this. Even more so, if a person writes an advance directive asking to be taken off of life support in the case of brain death, doctors are not required to follow it. And many of them donât, out of fear of the patientâs family lashing out at them.
Only in 2010 was Japanâs Organ Transplant Law revised so that organ transplants could be performed without prior consent from the brain dead patient (now only requiring consent from the family).
Hereâs a couple of scholarly articles on the topic if youâd like to read more about it.
https://doi.org/10.1186%2Fs12910-021-00626-2
https://doi.org/10.1353/nib.2022.0019
Another very important facet of this discussion is how low organ donation rates are in Japan. To give you an idea, hereâs a chart showing the per million population of donations after brain death (DBD) and donations after cardiac death (DCD) in a few different countries.
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Sourced from this article, which has some other interesting statistics as well: https://doi.org/10.1016/j.tpr.2023.100131
As you can see, Japanâs rates are astronomically low in comparison to other countries. This helps to contextualize why Shidou had to try so hard to persuade families to donate, and why he later became extremely desperate when his wifeâs life was on the line.
Iâve seen a lot of people confused about Shidouâs crime, and many speculations about him doing heinous things such as organ harvesting or purposefully botching surgeriesâbut I think this is because weâre approaching the case with a western perspective. As we know, many (if not all) of the Milgram prisoners represent a controversial social issue. Brain death is not nearly as divisive in western medicine as it is in Japan, so itâs easy to overlook the idea that all Shidou actually did was take organs from braindead patients. Perspectives on brain death in Japan have changed a lot in the past couple of decades, but itâs still quite controversial; because of this, I truly believe that this is the point of contention behind Shidouâs case, and thereâs nothing more sinister secretly going on.
Compassion fatigue
Compassion fatigue is commonly thought to be the manifestation of secondary traumatic stress and burnout, caused by caring for others who are in stressful situations. This commonly affects people who work in healthcare.
I believe Shidou experienced compassion fatigue from working in the hospital, as he exhibits some of the symptomsâin particular, a reduced sense of empathy and a detachment from others.
I feel that Throw Down makes a lot of sense when you view it from this angle.
Lyrical analysis on Throw Down
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Shidou expresses that he no longer remembers what it feels like to take away in order to give.
Pomegranates represent death in Greek mythology, and I believe thatâs what they represent here too. Shidou has become desensitized to death; the pomegranate no longer has any flavor.
If itâs not needed, Iâm not interested
Shidou only thought about what was physically necessary to keep a patient alive, and remained emotionally distant.
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Theyâre dead either way, so it doesnât really matter to him.
Now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display
Wish for being there for someone
With the same expression no matter who comes
This is the part that most makes me think of compassion fatigueâShidou had difficulty expressing empathy for grieving families and had to fake it.
I donât feel scared because I donât know
Shidou didnât understand what it was like to be in that situation. But now that itâs happened to him⌠he understands. And, looking back, he understands how unkind he had been about all of it. This is why he considers himself to be a murderer, why he truly believes that he has killed many people.
Ethics is a delusion
This is a line that definitely struck me as odd for awhile, but I think it makes sense in the context of his situation. His sin was not illegalâbut is it ethical? Thatâs what all of thisâwhether you forgive him or notâhinges on.
The other half of Shidouâs sin
Going back to what I said earlier, Shidouâs sin wasnât only convincing families to donate their relativesâ organs. His sin is also transplanting his sonâs organs in an attempt to save his wife.
I believe that Shidouâs family got into a car accident, which resulted in his older child experiencing brain death and his wife being left in critical condition (and the younger child presumably died immediately). Considering the views surrounding brain death in Japan, it would have been difficult to find a donor, so Shidou became desperate enough to transplant his sonâs organs. Since heâs the father, there wouldnât have been any issues with receiving consent for the transplant.
Some people believe itâs the other way aroundâthat he transplanted his wifeâs organs into his sonâbut I believe otherwise, for multiple reasons.
In Shidouâs T1 voice drama, he expresses relief at the fact that his judgment is being determined by Es, who is a child. This makes sense if he feels that he killed his son.
Instead of being told by the law that I wonât be forgiven, I wanted a child like you, Es, to tell me that.
I feel sorry that you had to be given this role. And, I truly apologize for being so insistent about sentencing me to death as well⌠But, youâre perfect. Youâll give me the ending Iâm most suited for.
Translation used: https://youtu.be/C4MiQ3V3YjQ?si=hPmlUkc6BfdcacNg
Additionally, a few scenes in TriageâŚ
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As stated before, I interpret the pomegranates to represent death. Shidou brings home three pomegranates, one for each of his family members. He later hands his son a price tag from the pomegranatesâa representation of Shidou sentencing him to death.
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And at the end of Throw Down, an organ tag falls out of the flower person. The name seems to read âRei Kirisakiâ and has XY marked, probably indicating that the donor is male.
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Not to mention, itâs much more plausible for the flower person to represent Shidouâs wife rather than his son. When the person falls apart, thereâs a shot of a red roseâthe flower most known for representing romantic loveâfalling out of them.
Final thoughts and conclusion
To summarize: Shidou used to routinely try to persuade the families of braindead patients to donate their relativesâ organs. Despite that the prevailing thought in Japan is that brain death is not human death, Shidou did not think of it this way.
Shidouâs family later got into an accident; he transplanted his braindead sonâs organs in an attempt to save his wife, but it was a failure, resulting in her death. This situation made him reflect on his past actionsâhe did not consider it murder before to discontinue life support on a patient, but now that he did it to his son, his perspective has changed. Everything he has done is within the confines of the law, but he is now burdened with immense guilt and thinks himself a murderer. Not just in regards to his son, but to all of the patients that he had pulled the plug on.
Side note: I donât think having low empathy is inherently a bad thing (I have naturally low empathy), but in this context it would make sense for Shidou to feel bad about lacking empathy.
Side note 2: Shidou is a surgeon, so it is entirely possible he personally performed the transplant on his wife. Operating on family members isnât illegal or anything, but is widely considered to be unethical and not really a good idea.
Well, thatâs all I had to sayâFeel free to either add on to this theory or debate me on it. This post ended up quite long, so thank you for reading!
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Damian Wayne x Paramedic!Reader
Soulmate AU
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
You knew what curare was. The plant, originating from South America, was a plant drug that was used in the first forms of anesthesia before being replaced by newer agents. That left curare no longer as something useful, but as a deadly poison.
Curare relaxes the muscles until, eventually, the victim's diaphragmatic muscles no longer have the strength, causing the body to die of asphyxia.
It is in times like this, when you gaze over the hospital bed of your soulmate, that you wished you didn't know these things. You wished you didn't know how long it took for it to kill a human- twenty minutes at most- but your knowledge was useful. It was useful in the way that you knew the poison wasn't eaten or consumed.
That wasn't how curare worked.
The nurses found a pinprick from a needle in Damian's hand, indicating that was where the dosage was given to him.
In front of you suddenly, Bruce clears his throat. He passes you a coffee and you gratefully take it, drinking it practically in one go. âHe must've felt the needle.â
Bruce sat back on the chair beside you, sighing into his cup. It was one of those paper cups and the billionaire looked comical drinking from it. âThere are things that you one day will learn about my son,â he says in a low, deep voice, âBut that day has yet to come.â
He offers no room for further explanation, and part of you doesn't want to know. Not with the way he said it.
With an understanding nod, your gaze drifts to the TV directly across from the bed. A news channel is playing, but the volume's all the way down. The news reporter- a lady with blonde hair in a fur coat as she stands outside the GCPD headquarters- finishes talking and smiles.
You read the headline and immediately point it out for Bruce.
VIGILANTES DETAIN SUSPECT OF WAYNE POISONING.
The suspect in question is heavily beat up, setting off alarms in your head you didn't know existed. You recognised him from the meeting in the Wayne Tower; one of the businessmen from another city.
Beside you, Bruce smiles. But only slightly; you have to triple check to make sure it's really there.
"Did they get him, father?"
The low voice startles you and your head immediately whips around to see your soulmate's eyes opened, watching his father until his gaze slowly turns to you.
"Hi," you say quietly, fidgeting with a pen you found in your pocket.
Damian slowly looks to his forearm where the words he and his family- both the Al Ghuls and the Waynes- dreaded. Instead of being written in black, they were now written in your favourite colour. The word on your forearm was now written in emerald green.
"How are you feeling?" you ask after clearing your throat.
Thereâs a moment of pause as he eyes you warily. A tired figure whoâs worked too hard and for too long; someone whoâs seen horrors and met lunatics all for a shitty paycheck. You donât even know why you do your job; itâs something you always wanted to do, and itâs fulfilling, but sometimes those reasons didnât feel like enough. âBetter,â he finally decides.
Better. You could settle for better.
âIâd better get going, then. Iâve had a long day, so, uhm,â you scribble your phone number and name down on a piece of paper, placing it on the bedside table. âHere. Call whenever you want to talk.â
Thereâs no universe where Damianâs eyes widen a fraction when he realises youâre not staying, but perhaps in this one, he did. Giving a nod to Bruce, you head out the door, walking purposefully to the entrance.
The truth was; youâre not ready for publicity. Being a paramedic means focus on the job and having paparazzi following you around at work was far from what you wanted. You were busy. Galas you would skip from being too tired or your back hurting from lifting patients or simply not being able to take the day off due to lack of staff. Youâd become a target for criminals across the city rather than a face they sought for help.
You had been the one to give him your number for whenever he was ready to talk, but maybe it shouldâve been the other way around.
Harper slammed the passenger door to the ambulance shut, signalling the start of a busy night shift. It was the first shift youâd had together since you discovered the identity of your soulmate and you were grateful for a distraction.
You partner whistled awkwardly, casting nervous glances your way as you pull out of the station.
âDid you talk?â
âBriefly.â
âExchange numbers?â
âYes.â
âDid you⌠talk over text?â
âNo,â you sigh, driving to the nearest coffee shop despite you knowing you wouldnât make it before getting a call. âMaybe itâs a good thing. I mean, I donât really want the publicity, you know?â
Harper nodded slowly. âIs he doing better?â
âYeah, he got discharged an hour after I left. Checked the hospital staff portal.â
The computer beside Harper beeps, shifting your attention to it. âElderly male complaining of chest pains, history of cardiac issues.â
âNothing like a heart attack to change the subject,â you mutter, putting the topic of your soulmate in the back of your mind. Lingering, but never gone.
Half an hour until your shift ended. That was the only thing you could think about as the grey clouds hanging constantly over Gotham brightened with the rising sun. Your shift had been long, eventful and it was safe to say the pizza you managed to find open at this hour was the best thing you'd ever tasted.
"Do you think-"
Harper gets cut off by the sound of a message reaching your phone. He raises an eyebrow, smile growing as you roll your eyes and pull it out of your pocket. Truth is, you still weren't ready to register or make the decision on whether or not you wanted to be with someone like a Wayne.
Sorry for not texting you sooner. We should talk.
You change the new number's name to 'Soulmate' and fiddle with your phone case, trying to come up with a reply. Harper casts glances at the screen every few seconds, trying to act normal.
I can't have the publicity.
Your gut sours as you wait for a reply, but you can't seem to rip your eyes away.
I understand.
That is why we should talk.
"Maybe you should talk," Harper says. "It'll be worth it, I'm sure."
You know it will- you want to be with him, you want to have a future together and you want that yearning in your chest to be filled with satisfaction that maybe, just maybe, you can finally do life right.
But part of you- perhaps the rational part of you- believes that could never happen. You'd have to choose between your soulmate and your job. Helping the city, being anonymous, meeting new people and laughing with your colleagues- your best friends- doing what you love...
You turn off your phone without replying.
A/N: Requests are open for batfam if anyone has ideas (bc I heavily lack those rn)
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And you know what, I'd be so bold as to say that a lot of witches need to learn how to advertise ethically and effectively! Even folks whose services are 100% legit and genuine can be (or come off as) extremely shady. It's a problem! You don't have to be an expert or anything, but understanding what makes a good product listing and how to ethically advertise your goods and services is absolutely critical.
Having done marketing and advertising work for a Major Company with Many Advertising Regulations, these are the extremely basic hallmarks I look for in a good advertisement or product/service listing:
Language is clear and concise, focusing on the specific product or service in question *
Language is engaging but not inflammatory **
No typos, misspellings, or grammatical mistakes
All products and services are clearly described, and the consumer knows exactly what they would receive if they were to purchase from you
If applicable or possible, at least one quality photo of the product is provided (more than one from multiple angles is preferred, but one very good photo is sometimes enough)
Provided images appear legitimate (not AI, not stolen from the internet, etc.) and product descriptions appear to have been written by a real person ***
Prices are clearly stated and appear fair when compared to other sellers offering similar products and services, or which are otherwise explained (for example, if prices are unusually high, it may be because the seller only has limited stock or is providing a unique, high-effort service; this should be clearly stated in the listing in a simple, matter-of-fact tone)
The method of delivery is clearly described, including delivery timelines and whether tracking will be provided
If not provided elsewhere, or if it's a long list of available products/services, contact information and instructions are provided somewhere obvious and easy to access for questions and concerns
Disclaimers are clearly marked, and the consumer's rights are clearly explained (for example, if it's a commission for a custom spell, could the consumer publish the spell instructions on their blog, or is it for private use only?)
The refund policy is clearly described either in the listing itself, in the sales terms, or elsewhere on the page (so long as it's easily found)
It isn't explicitly about listings, but one other big thing I look for is whether the seller has a presence other than their shop or marketing space(s). This could be social media, a physical location, or a personal website. Basically, I want to see that they're obviously a real person doing real work in the field they're selling in, not just a grifter cashing in on what's popular.
I wouldn't buy cakes from someone who isn't obviously making cakes. Why the hell would I buy a tarot reading from someone who, as far as I can tell, has never done a tarot reading except in closed DMs when paid to do so?
* If you're advertising a specific product or service, the post, listing, or whatever else should be focused ENTIRELY on that specific product or service. Avoid extolling your virtues in excess.
What I mean is, your listing should not be 65% sucking your own dick about how long you've been doing the thing you're doing and how great you are. It should be about the product or service, not you. The place for that (and it does have a place, imo) is in a masterpost of services, a pinned post about yourself on your blog, and/or in the "about" section on your website/sales page.
** I mean inflammatory in the way of pushing the reader into a heightened state of emotion. These listings are purposefully manipulative, intending to take advantage of particular types of people. It's not an uncommon tactic, but it is a pretty scummy one, especially in spiritual circles, which attract non-experts who are desperate for relief, comfort, and results. Consider this example:
A listing for a tarot reading about future love saying, "Discover the future of your love life!" would be generally fine. A listing saying "Your love life DEFINED!! Once in a lifetime LOVE!!! SOULMATE CONNECTION? Is HE the ONE? Don't be fooled by NARCISSIST SOCIOPATHS!!" is inflammatory, intent on targeting a specific type of person who is likely to fall for the urgency and the particular language used here. You see the difference, no?
*** There are always cases of folks who aren't so good at words or taking pictures or who aren't using their first language and so forth, and it's important to take that into consideration. But for the most part, even those cases stand out from the bullshit artists, whose only goal is to take your money and run.
#aese speaks#witchblr#witch community#spell services#tarot services#paid services#full on taking a bat to the wasp nest here#FUCK grifters all my homies hate grifters
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âStalkerâ B.C.
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Chan as a stalker would be painfully toxic. The constant messages youâd receive from him, vague, but highly personal. He wouldnât threaten you at allâŚat first.
It starts off with little random reminders or sending a few innocent pictures of you doing random tasks throughout the day.
âYou look so cute when youâre cleaning, babyâŚâ
âYou should really eat something today, sweetheartâŚâ
âDonât stay up too late like last time little oneâŚneed you well rested okay?âŚâ
Then he progresses to intricate gestures. Itâs not hard to get to you since youâre a trainee under JYPE and coincidentally share the same dorm building as Stray Kids. Chan has easy access to the areas you occupy most often.
Even your dorm, specifically your bedroom.
Of course you donât know this so when random pieces of your clothing start to disappear and reappear at odd times you just chalk it up to your forgetfulness. In reality Chan slips into your room when no oneâs around, admiring how neat or messy you keep it, and committing to memory all the little trinkets/games/decor that you personalized it with. He likes the fact that your room reflects who you are, it brings out your purity in his opinion, and if he could lock you in it he would.
Deep down he liked the idea of locking you in his room much better. Then youâd be even safer under his constant watch. For now he settled with invading your private spaces, slipping your panties into his pocket as he wanders around, picking up the little messes around your room. When heâs all done and satisfied with the amount of possessions heâs taken from you he writes a note to you before leaving and continuing on with his day like nothing happened.
âKeep your room clean, sweetheart.â
Youâre shaking with fear and anxiety reading his note but seeing as you donât have a clue who wrote it you keep the information to yourself. It bothers you all week but weirdly youâre loving the anonymous attention. Blushing at random times of the day just from the thought of who mightâve written that note for you. Itâs still terrifying but you admire their devotionâŚ
Chan observes you from an afar after that, continuing to sneak in your room when he has the chance, and leaving less than innocent notes on your desk more often.
âYou did well practicing. I was impressed, really,â
âI left you a little gift for working hard, baby. Open it when youâre ready..â
You spot his gift at the foot of your bed, all the random clothes (mostly underwear) heâs taken from you are neatly washed and folded too. It disgusts you to see your intimates causally laid out -and probably used for other purposes- like a present. At the same time your mind is reeling with the image of your âadmirerâ getting off to the simple scent of you or the thought of you wearing them.
Youâve never felt so beautifully violated in your life and you hate how wet it gets you.
Something has to be wrong with youâŚ
Paranoid. You become extremely paranoid and Chan uses that against you. Youâre such a young trainee, being tortured by some skillful stalker, and heâs the first person you open up to about it. How can he not help you cope?
Everytime you come running to him about the last occurrence with your supposed stalker Chan is ready to console you with a warm smile and loving embrace. Sure, heâs extremely turned on by the fear in your wide eyes, and his cock twitches every time you curl into him for a comforting hug. Heâs just there to help you through this mess, right?
âWhy would anyone want to treat you this way?..â
âIâll protect you I promise⌠â
âYou can always come to me when you donât feel safe..â
Every word he says is a backhanded lie and you fall for it every time. You spend less time in your dorm and more time with him. The other trainees and his members notice but donât say a word since Chan never makes it a big deal. That isnât to say he doesnât purposefully act unnerved by the notion of a stalker with in the company.
His habit of texting you escalates into sending obscure photos of you in the shower, alone in the practice rooms, or simply getting changed. Heâs gotten comfortable with his obsession now, actively seeking out chances for vulnerability, and that raises your fears and fantasies higher.
âWant to see you do this in personâŚâ
âI canât help but to watch you , baby⌠Iâm just making sure youâre safeâŚâ
SafeâŚ.and unknowingly reliant on him.
A perfect combination of control and fear.
âI know everything about you, little one. You can never hide from meâŚâ
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#bang chan#bang chris#skz#skz smut#stray kids#bang chan smut#skz x reader#chan skz#skz imagines#stray kids x reader
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PREFACE TO MY POST: Iâm not arguing with someone who says fanfiction as a medium is better than published books. Itâs a better use of both our time not to argue gives you more time to read omegaverse me more time to do Anything Else.
POST: itâs so funny when someone trots out I got tired of reading books by old white men. I Find Better And More Representation In Fanfiction than Published Books! Because representation is so clearly standing in for the phrase âwhite gay/bi manâ.
POINT ONE. itâs straight up not hard to find books by people with different perspectives. I could go to Libby dot com right now and find 3 different reading lists put together by the library to encourage you, the patron, to diversify your reading. Even when I donât use those lists and Iâm just going by clicking on covers I like I end up reading a variety of authors bc. Theyâre writing good books that are ending up on most popular lists that float their way to the top of recommendations. There are plenty of tools in place that guide you to books Not Written by old white men, Not About old white men. Libraries make it very very very easy to expand your palette. They want you to expand your palette soooo bad they want you to do it purposefully and if not purposefully, theyâll at least make it easy for you to do accidentally.
POINT TWO. if you are talking about fanfiction and you Arenât using representation as shorthand for âwhite man but heâs gayâ then the amount of fanfiction with ârepresentationâ is shit fucking all. On every axis. Nothing about women nothing about people of color. Women of color RIGHT out. I think I honestly would respect the stance of âoh I read fanfic instead of books because theyâre easier, similar, and mostly about homosexualityâ than I would the faux posturing of Its Praxis for me to read the diverse representation of ao3 top 100 (97 m/m) (3 f/f) (every character is white).
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In Defense of Korisu Morino: A Character Analysis
So I read and watched Makoako and for the most part a really enjoyed it. I see a handful of people sharing the sentiment of "mahoako would be good if they aged everyone up and got rid if korisu" or something along those lines. And I have to say I disagree, and no it's not because "yippe a loli" because I don't actually like lolicon :/ I may not care about it but that doesn't mean it's my cup of tea. No, I have my gripes with mahoako, but Korisu isn't one of them.
See I don't really mind that the cast is, for the most part, 8th graders. I like the idea of this story being about queer teenagers figuring out their sexuality as I feel like kink is a pretty big part of queer spaces and queer people owe a lot to kink. I understand that may not be the actual intention of mahoako, it's an eechi series where 14 year old girls do kinky shut to eachother, clearly a lot of the audience is going to be there for the horny nature of it. But I'm coming at this series from a sapphic asexual perspective, sex is always in the same realm as fantasy to me and it's not something I super care about.
All that said, coming at the series from the angle of "queer sexual awakenings and explorations" I think that korisu works very well and is really well written.
Korisu is unique from the other main characters because she represents the prepubesent sexual curiosity that a lot of children end up experiencing. In that way, Korisu reminds me a lot of myself as a young girl.
TMI about me, but I (and I'm sure many others) started masturbating around 9. I would not reach my first period until age 12 so I was very much still prepubesent. It wasn't a lot, but vague sexual attraction was there. I was trying to figure out what exactly I was attracted to and well at the time, gay was still an insult on the playground so my 9 year old brain was doing it's best to deny that I liked girls. I thought to myself, surely I can't be gay, I just think girls are pretty and I like boobs, but surely I'm straight. I was, in fact, not straight. And I had my confused little sexual fantasies every now and then.
Korisu in that way is very reminiscent of my own childhood experience with sexuality. She clearly has a little bit of a passive interest in sexuality, given some of her battles with tres magia. But she's also still written to be a child. A modest and shy child at that. Korisu is very soft spoken and childish. One if her main interests is toys. She loves to play with toys, and this seems to be the reason she joined enormita in the first place. She thought venelita was a toy and said yes to joining the evil organization so she could play with her. I also think that a lot of care has been put into how korisu is depicted. She's never directly sexualized. She projects her sexual fantasies onto others, but she is never the one in a sexual situation unless she is warping reality to pretend that she is an adult. Korisu is treated with a lot more modesty and decency than the other, older girls. You never see up her skirt, you never see any lewd expressions from her, the only time she is depicted naked is during a 1 panel heavily censored transformation sequence that isn't meant to be sexual, her swimsuit in the beach chapter/episode is almost comically conservative being one of those old timey looking striped suits with the shorts and sleeves and even a swim cap.
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Her clothes always cover a lot of skin. It just seems like she's being purposefully written to be more than just the series resident loli, ya know? Like that's not why she's there. They could have written her to be permiscuous or to be obliviously and accidentally sexualized, but they didn't. They wrote her to be a child.
Diving into korisu's sexuality, as stated before, she tends to merely project her fantasies onto others with her powers, not getting directly involved. In our first encounter with her, when she shows off her powers as nero alice for the first time, she essentially just traps tres magia in a dollhouse and plays with them like dolls, having them act out a very sexually charged, but still rather childish and idealized game of house with a mommy, daddy, and child. House actually seems to be one of korisu's favorite games, sexual or not, which we will get into later. She doesn't involve herself in this game of house, just plays with her living dolls for a while before getting too sleepy to continue.
There are currently 2 instances where korisu directly involves herself in her little sexual fantasies, both if which I might argue are not entirely intentionally sexual on her end. The first of which, Utena has just given her back her favorite doll which she has stayed up all night to fix and has caught a cold with a fever as a result. Korisu decides to use her powers to place Utena and herself into her hospital doll set. She uses her powers to age herself up into an adult doctor and through a series of honestly comically childish ideas of what a doctor might do, despite the sexual twinge of the scene, cures Utena's cold. Not just treats it, but cures it outright. In like 5 minutes of playing doctor. What does she do? Presses a stick on Utena's tongue, places a stethoscope all over her chest, turned sexual by the fact that Utena has taken off her shirt and korisu just puts it right on her nipple, and then gives uten a shot. This is absolutely mostly just korisu playing doctor with her magic powers, it's just also a sexual fantasy of hers to be older and in a position of power, specifically in a caregiver role, something that comes up again later on and that we will delve deeper into later.
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The second instance of korisu being directly involved in her sexual fantasies come to life via magic powers is during her play date with magenta. This I would argue is less sexual that the playing doctor scene for a few reasons, but first let's analyze this chapter/episode. The anime makes the argument that this scene isn't very sexual even more plausible by giving magenta an actual reason to regress. In the anime, magenta, who has been feeling like a burden to her team for not being very strong, is referred to as the mom friend. And she latches onto that. She takes her role as team mom very seriously and starts babying her friends, packing them lunches and such. This is a role magenta is comfortable in because she has 3 little sisters, and it's also clear it's making her feel useful to the team. Later on she ends up playing with korisu at the park, where they play a game of house, one of korisu's favorite games, in which magenta is the mommy. When she leaves she tells korisu she's always willing to play the mommy and then runs off to do her errands. We get like one mention of her having to pee. Back at the park, korisu is bummed about her play date being over and had the bright idea to keep playing house by using her powers to get magia magenta to show up and sucking her into a fantasy. Magenta obviously falls for this, and we flash into korisu's fantasy of magenta being a literal baby. She's in her crib scared and alone when suddenly her mommy shows up! And who is her mommy? Well it's adult korisu of course, ready to play house where this time she's the mommy.
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Magenta is having a great time she regressing, playing with her "mommy" until she has to pee and ends up peeing. And then she starts to slip out of that regressed headspace and realizes she's not a baby and the person changing her diaper is nero alice and panic sets in alongside embarrassment because this is her enemy and she just pissed in front of her and she's not wearing pants and-
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she rejects nero alice, who dejectedly starts to leave. And magenta sees that sad face and changes her mind. She can't jostled nero alice leave all sad. She was just playing. She wasn't doing anything evil it was all just fun and games. She plays the role of a baby a little while longer so alice can have her fun playing caregiver. Which results in one of the funniest shots in the manga and the anime.
The rest of their time together basically consists of korisu bottle feeding magenta a lot of milk and making her pee into a diaper again. And then she's done. Neither of them really seem to come away from this encounter with the idea that it was sexual. Sure magenta felt embarrassed and yeah alice wanted her to pee again, going so far as to press lightly on her stomach, but at most the sexual fantasy for korisu stopped there. I genuinely don't believe her intention in this game of house were sexual, I think she really did just want to keep playing house but with her in the caregiving role this time. That doesn't change the fact that the scene was obviously pandering to age players and people with a piss kink. But yeah I just feel like the character's motivations were innocent. In the Manga this chapter is a little harder to read as purely age regression because it doesn't give her the stress of being the team mom and the need to regress. The chapter is more over the top about her needing to pee because she drank too much water at the park, and i don't think it's ever specified that the game they played at the park was house. Manga said piss kink age play chapter, but anime said piss kink age play chapter but give it some character depth.
Moving on from that way too long play by play of the piss kink age play chapter.
The rest of the time we see korisu she doesn't really use her powers sexually at all. She makes her toys bigger so she can ride them around, she traps people in doll houses, and sometimes she'll make a special dollhouse for Utena to use and then fuck off for the rest of the chapter so Utena is using Alice's powers sexually but alice herself is off doing kid stuff somewhere off screen. One of my favorite examples of korisu using her powers in a way that really displays that she is in fact a 9 year old kid, is when she gets so excited about the new toys she just got at the toy store that she transforms out of pure joy and decides to use her godzilla toy and wand toy to have a kaiju battle with her riding godzilla and fighting magenta who she turned giant. She's not doing this for sex, she's doing this because she wants to have a kaiju battle with her new toys. Utena and kiwi making it sexual by crawling into magenta clothes is just aiding her in yhe kaiju battle. She didn't even win the battle but at the end of the day she's so happy.
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Outside of her own sexual fantasies, korisu doesn't seem all that interested in sexuality. She either doesn't care, or, particularly with kiwi, gets annoyed and shoots her a disgusted "really?" look.
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So looping back around to the consistent theme of Korisu's sexual fantasies either being a game of house or placing herself in a caregiver role. Why do I think she does this? This is just speculation on my end, but I really do think it has to do with her mother being so neglectful. Korisu is left home alone constantly because her mother is at work. She leaves her money to buy food, not even prepared food to eat, just money and a note on the kitchen table. Korisu is allowed to wander the city alone and does so often. The only reason she was able to join enormita is because she was by herself playing with sidewalk chalk in an alley. It's expanded upon that korisu really doesn't have any friends her age. Her first real friends as far as we know are her teammates at enormita, all of which are 5 years older than her. From what little we see of korisu's mom it seems like they love eachother, but she's just never home and her father is out of the picture for one reason or another. I think that this is why korisu is so enraptured with the idea of a perfect loving family. Why she wants to be a good caregiver, to give the love she craves from her mom, and to have a complete household, whatever she thinks that may be.
If you didn't have the experience of being sexually curious you may find yourself thinking why? Why is korisu the way that she is? Why is she having these sexual fantasies at such a young age but also is seemingly bothered by sexuality at other times?
And well, there could be more than one answer. There's the reading I've put forth that she is just having prepubesent sexual curiosity, the answer I think is the most likely to be intended if any. It could just be because the author wanted a loli and the fact the she's written modestly like this could be a coincidence (though I really think there was intent writing her this way especially when compared to how imitatio is written). There's always the possibility that korisu's past is darker than we know, that maybe she's experienced abuse of some kind, she's already experiencing neglect, who's to say there's not a reason her father is out of the picture, another reason her fantasies often revolve around family. We really can't say. I hope that we learn more about korisu when the author decides to pick the series back up again. I think it's likely that we will considering the last chapter introduced roboko.
I dunno man I don't know what I want the takeaway for this long winded post to be other than I think Korisu Morino is a well written character and a good representation of prepubesent sexual curiosity. She's written like a child, not like a sexualized fantasy of a child. When I was first reading through mahoako and got to the chapter where they introduced Korisu, I almost dropped the series. I thought "oh great they had to include a loli what the fuck she's 9" and then I kept reading, just to see what they'd do with her. And they didn't do what I expected. And by the end of reading I thought "wow. It's kind of refreshing to have a child character, especially in an eechi series that is THIS sexual, not being the object of sexualization." And that sentiment has stuck with me.
And then they introduced Imatatio and I wanted to throw my laptop đ¤ but we'll that's a post for a different day because I have a lot of thoughts on her, not all as positive as my thoughts on Korisu, but it's more of a mixed bag.
At the end of the day I know that mahoako is a series that is meant to be arousing, it's eechi, it's a magical girl series about kink and bdsm that puts 14 year old girls in sexual situations for the audiences viewing pleasure. I get that. The series is by no means a masterpiece and I know it's very likely that I and a lot of other fans are reading too much into it. But I really think there is something there with the representation of queer kids exploring sexuality in a way that doesn't make them feel like outcasts for liking what they like.
Anyway, stan Korisu. Nero Alice best girl.
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How Halsinâs âonce you get to my ageâ conversation not long after he finally recruited as a party member SHOULD have gone if you were an elf and could call him out on not being old.
Because as a drow my Tav should be allowed to call him out and tease him over it
(My Tav, but written pretty generically and without any gender indicators for Tav so knock yourself out)
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âYou didnât answer the part about loversâ you say as you fold your arms. Halsin held a certain level of fascination to you. Maybe it was his sheer size, maybe it was his confidence, or his willingness to just listen. Maybe it was because you truly could not get a read on him.
He had been frustratingly dodging most questions about himself until now, softly smiling and telling you âthere will be time for questions later. I must keep my focus on the task at handâ and now somehow managed to tell you an incredible amount and nothing at all at the same time.
âIâm 350 years old. Of course there have been lovers. Just because I love nature doesnât mean Iâm betrothed to it. Though sometimes, nature needs remindingâŚâ he trailed off.
Another redirection, talks of the past while not acknowledging that the question was about the current and offering an interesting tidbit instead. You recognized what he was trying to do, but unfortunately his smirk while speaking about nature alluded to an all too good to pass up story.
âHold on- nature needs reminding of what exactly?â you ask.
âWell, I didnât pick this scar up in battle. I was in wildshape, only I forgot it was the season when bears are particularly social. A she-bear claimed me as her own- and did not appreciate being spurnedâ he said.
Less riveting than you hoped, but still interesting. And certainly not enough to convince you to drop the question.
âDonât leave me hanging- is there someone in your life right now?â Simple. Direct. Surely no way to dodge it again.
âRight now? I bed down alone, Iâm afraidâ he answers. Thereâs a small drop in his voice, not sorrow, but, disappointment?âPerhaps once I talk less of curses and parasites, my fortunes will improveâ.
It was not quite the answer you were expecting. A clear answer this time, but something in the way his words hung in the air felt off.
You look over his face, searching for some glimmer of information but are met with the same relaxed but stoic expression he used when he was done talking about a subject.
âTell me something about yourself that I wouldnât even think to askâ you change the subject, hoping to find any bit of interesting information from him.
âHmm, I suppose you wouldnât be shocked to learn I love animals and nature? I know, I know; well-trodden territory. Well, letâs see⌠I whittle in my spare time, and Iâve something of a sweet tooth- though everyoneâs very amused when I say I like honeyâ.
A smile plays on your lips, you genuinely could not tell if he was avoiding saying much and choosing to give you obvious answers purposefully or not.
âWhittling? What do you make?â you ask, fishing for anything you could.
âOrnaments, utensils- and ducks. I like ducksâ.
New information gained and yet nothing new truly learned.
âSo you turn into a bear and you like honey?â you repeat back to him, âA little on the noseâ.
âI like what I like. Once you get to my age you realize thereâs little point in denying yourself, so long as otherâs arenât affectedâ Halsin replies.
âYour age?â you laugh, in the grand scheme of elven lives Halsin was young still, only a few decades older than yourself despite speaking as if he was at least 800. âAnd how old do you think I am?â
Halsin flashed a quick smile, brief but betraying a lot of emotion. The sort guilty smile you offer when youâre caught.
âMy apologies. I donât encounter too many full elves these daysâ his face relaxes, not his usual careful composure, but a true relaxation. âNo, I supposed 350 is young still, and sometimes I need reminding of that too. You get used to seeing life on the scale that the others see. People treat you as old and you start to believe it, or at least you let them make their assumptions about youâ.
âSo âold, wise Halsinâ is an act?â you tease.
âI am wise!â he laughs, a truly deep laugh that rumbled from his chest. A laugh that spreads into a sense of warmth within you. âIf I wasnât then you wouldnât have come to my grove seeking my knowledge and skills!â
âI was told to seek out the old, wise archdruid of the the grove and imagine my surprise seeing an elf, only decades older than myself acting as if he was as least twice his age!â You laughed back, unable to keep his laughter from spreading to you. âThough I suppose I can keep quiet and let you continue this front, if you can keep up with me, old man, because I very much so am still youngâ you tease.
âYouâll find Iâm more than able to keep up with anything youâve got, donât let me fool you into thinking my size is just for show. I think youâll find Iâm more than capable of going all day and nightâ the tone that crept into his voice let you know that he very much knew why you were asking if he currently had a lover earlier.
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something about y/n losing her virginity to harry? please
I hope you enjoy almost 3k words of the softest filth I've ever written đ Also, I pictured this as LHH (my beloved) so that's why he's described as having long hair!
warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! vaginal fingering, nipple play (briefly), p in v sex, loss of virginity, innocent reader, soft dom! harry
WC: 2.8 k
Your parents always told you to wait until marriage. Said it wasnât âladylikeâ to give yourself to someone before you were truly dedicated to one another for life. And for a long time you believed them. But now, you were about to graduate college, and you still hadnât had sex. Your friends all had: Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Harry, Niall, and all of the other people you hung out with found someone to suit them (with Mitch and Sarah it was each other, which you all totally called your freshman year). But you still hadnât. And you had to say, you didnât really believe your parents anymore. You wanted to see what the fuss was about. And you wanted it with Harry.
You had always had a bit of a crush on him: the long curls, bright green eyes, full lips, and dimple had drawn you in when you first met in your math class, but his sweet smile, gentle laugh, and kindness made you fall head over heels. Every time he got a new partner, your heart broke a little more, and every time he broke up with them, it healed again. You went through this vicious cycle all throughout your schooling, but tonight, you thought maybe you could break out of it. Harry had been single throughout your whole senior year, and your friends were hanging out at his place tonight. Maybe you could get him aloneâŚ
âAlright, I think youâve had a few too many, Mitch. Iâll get him home.â
Sarah held her boyfriend up, still giggling at how he could barely get up from the chair. Adam had already gone home, since he had an 8-page final essay due for his writing class, and Niall hadnât been able to come since he was studying for his music theory final. As soon as Harry finished helping Sarah get Mitch out to her car, he came back to find you still on his couch, taking a small sip from the bottle of hard cider you had been drinking. You purposefully didnât drink enough to get you drunk, wanting to remember this. Sure, this could go horribly wrong and Harry could reject you and not want to be your friend again. But maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way as you. And you would get what you wanted.
âWill you need a ride home? Or are you okay to drive?â he asked.
You smiled, âIâve only drank one bottle of cider. Iâll be fine, H.â
He smiled back, sitting beside you once more, âCanât believe itâs almost over. Iâll miss you all when we go.â
âMe too,â you replied, âbut I think Iâll miss you the most.â
Harry quirked up a brow, his smile becoming more of a smirk, âOh, really? And why would that be?â
You sighed, pushing down your nerves and steeling yourself for a potential rejection.
âBecause I want you, H. As more than just my friend.â
You paused, waiting for his answer. You locked eyes, trying to read his expression, but it was unusually blank. There was silence. A bit too much. Then his response.
âI wish you had told me that earlier. Before we were about to move home.â
You took one of his large hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.
âIâve liked you for so long, Harry. But it seemed like every time I worked up the nerve to say something, youâd be with someone else. I didnât want that to happen again, so I just didnât say anything,â you explained.
His eyes softened, holding a twinge of guilt, âOnly dated other people because I didnât think I could be yours. Didnât want to ruin the friendship.â
He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You couldnât help but get a little flustered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
âI felt the same way. Except I just stayed single because Iâm a loser,â you joked.
A frown stretched across his lips, âNo, youâre not. Donât say things like that.â
âWell no oneâs ever fucked me, so I think that might be true.â
And there it was. The invitation you wanted to send. You could only hope that he would accept.
Harry looked you in the eyes, his expression unusually serious compared to the bright eyed, joyful man youâd come to know.
âI donât ever want you to think that about yourself. Youâre such a lovely person, could never be a loser,â you smiled bashfully at that, but he continued, âand, well, if youâd like to change thatâŚâ
He trailed off, knowing you would know what he meant.
âI do, Harry,â you pulled him closer to you, your knees touching because of your close proximity, âI want that with you. I just wouldnât really know where to start.â
He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your jaw, brushing his thumb against your soft skin, âWould you like me to teach you?â
You nodded, feeling a bit too shy to speak now. Harry smiled reassuringly, gently resting his other hand on your thigh.
âLet me know what you feel comfortable with, okay?â
âOkay,â you managed to get out.
That was all he needed before his lips were on yours.
They were just as soft as you imagined: plush, pink, and experienced as they moved against your own. You had kissed someone before, so this was at least familiar territory. But soon, he pulled you into his lap, his long curls tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss. You couldnât help but gasp softly in surprise as his hands moved from cupping your cheek to wrapping around your waist. You felt almost dizzy, and it was just a kiss.
Harry pulled away then, looking deep into your eyes, âStill okay?â
You nodded, but he shook his head, âNeed you to tell me. I want to make sure I have your full permission for everything we do.â
Your heart swelled. You doubted youâd find any other man who would treat you like this.
âIâm okay, Harry. Still a little nervous.â
He smiled, âDonât worry, baby, Iâll take care of you. May I take this off?â
You hadnât even noticed he was tugging on your shirt, but his question brought it to your attention.
Remembering his request, you said, âYes, H.â
You lifted your arms above your head as he undressed you. You couldnât help but feel a bit shy at your exposed position, moving your arms to cover yourself.
âFucking beautiful,â Harry cooed, gently unwrapping your arms from your torso, âdonât need to hide from me, baby, youâre so damned pretty.â
Heat rose to your cheeks again as you mumbled a bashful âthank you.â
âHere, Iâll take mine off too.â
You gawked as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his toned and tattooed torso.
âGlad youâre enjoying the show,â he quipped as he stood from the couch, âbut Iâm not doing any more until we get to the bedroom. Not taking your virginity on my couch.â
You broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed as you stood up as well, âI didnât mean to stare, H.â
He gently gripped your hips and leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, âI want you to look, darling.â
As quickly as he stepped into your space, he left it, walking the short distance to his bedroom and gesturing for you to follow. You did, still flustered as you walked past him into the familiar space. Harry closed the door behind you, despite the two of you being alone, and sat on the bed, patting his lap.
âCome here, baby.â
You quickly obeyed, sitting on his lap.
He cupped your face in his hands again, âIf at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. Itâs okay if we donât go the whole way today, just want you to feel safe.â
âIâll tell you, I promise. But I donât think anything youâll do will make me feel uncomfortable,â you answered honestly, making him smile.
He leaned in and kissed you again, reintroducing the familiar motions. You went along happily, already addicted to his kisses. But soon, he was gently laying you back until your back was against the mattress. Harryâs hands traveled down your body, stopping at your bra.
âMay I?â
âOf course, H.â
He unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the ground carelessly as he took in your fully topless torso. His large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You jumped from his touch, making him chuckle.
âSensitive, arenât you?â he remarked before replacing his thumbs with his lips, licking and sucking at your pert nipples.
You gasped, grabbing at his luscious curls, âOh, Harry.â
You felt him smile against you as he continued his ministrations. You barely noticed his hands traveling down until they tugged at the zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking permission.
You nodded, lifting your hips, âPlease, H, take them off.â
Harry obliged, undoing the zipper and button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He lifted his head and drank you in, tugging down the cotton fabric until you were bare before him. Just like before, you felt a bit shy from the attention, but Harry wasnât letting you cover up.
âShit, baby, youâre even more beautiful than I thought youâd be.â
You had lost count of the amount of times you blushed, âY-you thought about this?â
âSo many times,â he confessed, âwanted to be the first one who made you feel good.â
âIâve wanted that too. For so long. But you canât do that if you still have your pants on,â you teased.
He chuckled, âI suppose youâre right. Want to help me?â
You nodded eagerly, tugging the zipper down on his ridiculously tight jeans and helping to shove them down his thick thighs. Now all that was separating you was his boxers. There was a sizeable tent in the fabric, and Harry laughed softly again when he caught you staring.
âWant me to take those off, too?â
You nodded, not bothering with words since he knew how needy you were. He guided your hand to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging you to drag them down. And you did so happily.
Holy shit, he was big.
Of course, this was the first time you had seen a cock, so you supposed you didnât have much to go off of. But it looked big.
Harry could see the nerves return to your expression, âDonât worry, lovely. It wonât hurt. Iâll open you up a bit first. Lay back down.â
You listened, laying your head back on the plush pillows as Harry leaned forward, hovering above you. His hands gently ran along your thighs. You knew he was doing it to make sure that you were comfortable, but quite honestly, you were beginning to get a little impatient.
âWant it, H. Need your fingers.â
He raised his eyebrows, âNot so shy anymore, hm? Am I making you wait too long?â
He didnât give you a chance to answer his question, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. The response you wouldâve had came out as a choked moan as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth.
âTaste so fucking good,â Harry groaned, âdefinitely eating this perfect pussy next time.â
Heat rose to your cheeks once more at the implication that there would be a next time. But you didnât have much of a chance to think about it as he used those fingers to spread your pussy open.
âSo pretty,â he murmured almost to himself, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.
âPlease, Harry,â you whined, tired of being teased.
He smiled at you, âDonât worry, baby. Said Iâd take care of you.â
And his first finger entered you, stretching your entrance in a way it hadnât been before. Sure, youâd used your own fingers and a toy or two. But it was so different in the best way when someone else did it.
âShit,â you gasped as he stretched you open, smirking at how tight you were against just one of his fingers.
âRelax for me, baby. Gonna need at least one more finger, if not two to make sure youâre nice and ready for me.â
You willed yourself to relax, allowing yourself to sink into the pillows as he pressed inside of you. He pulled out completely before re-entering with two fingers, making you moan out in pleasure.
âOh fuck! Harry!â
âThatâs it, beautiful. Look so good taking my fingers like this,â he praised, curling his fingers inside of you, âbet youâll look even prettier with my cock.â
âWant it, Harry, please,â you begged.
âNot yet, pretty. Need to make sure youâre nice and stretched open for me.â
He took his sweet time, teasing you with the slow drag of his fingers. The sounds coming from your pussy were obscene, wetness squelching around his fingers as he fucked you. You could feel the coil in your belly and your pussy clenched around him.
âGonna cum for me, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.â
You nodded, already too far gone to speak. Harry smirked, then leaned in to suck your clit.
You saw stars, vision becoming slightly fuzzy as you experienced the best orgasm of your life. He fucked you through it, fingers not stopping as you soaked them.
âThatâs it, pretty. So good for me,â he praised.
When you came down from your high, Harry smirked at you, âThink you're ready for this cock, baby?â
âPlease, Harry! Need to feel you in me, please,â you begged, not particularly caring if you sounded desperate.
He rolled a condom over his cock and lined himself up with your entrance.
Harryâs expression turned serious again, âPromise youâll tell me if it hurts at all.â
You nodded, âI will, H, promise.â
Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and kissed you softly as his tip breached your entrance. You gasped softly: if you thought his fingers stretched you out, it was nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Harry murmured soft encouragements into your skin as he slowly entered you, filling your pussy for the first time. You couldnât speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds escaping your lips were broken whimpers. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you the fullest you had ever been in your life.
âHarry,â you whined.
He smiled at you, lovingly brushing your hair from your face, âFeel okay, baby?â
You nodded, âSo full. Move, please?â
Of course, he couldnât say no if you asked so politely. So slowly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters. The sweet moan that spilled from your mouth was enough confirmation that you were ready. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a slow yet still somehow relentless pace as he fucked you. Choked gasps and whines fell from your lips with abandon as Harry pounded you. It was absolute bliss. He looked like an angel, long hair framing his perfect face as his brow was furrowed in concentration, determined to make you feel good.
âSo good, Harry,â you managed to gasp out to assuage his worries.
He smiled then, lips brushing your temple as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts, âYeah? You like it?â
âLove it,â you moaned as he brushed a spot inside of you, âRight there, H.â
âHere?â he asked cheekily as he hit that spot again, turning you into a pile of mush.
Harry sped up a bit, sensing that you could take more. You moaned desperately as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. His cock filled you deliciously, and quite honestly, you didnât know how you went without it until now.
âFuck, feel like Iâm gonna cum soon, your pussy is just too perfect. Are you close, pretty?â
You nodded, feeling the coil in your belly once more, âSo close, Harry! Please!â
âNeed you to cum so I can. Câmon baby, give it to me,â he commanded.
One of his thumbs moved between your bodies, skillfully rubbing your clit. You writhed around his as your orgasm slammed into you, completely taking your breath away. Somehow, it was even better than the first one, your vision blurring even more as you clenched around him. You vaguely heard yourself whimpering his name brokenly as he spilled into the condom, groaning as he found his release. You were brought back to reality from the feeling of his lips brushing against yours, and you responded to his kiss as best you could.
He smiled, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, âWas that good for you, baby?â
âAbsolutely perfect, Harry. Thank you,â you answered shyly, running your fingers through his curls.
You may not be going to college together anymore in a few weeks, but you knew this wasnât the last time youâd see him. Not when he treated you better than any other man possibly could.
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