#public side bar pt 2

[doueverwonder]

listen reasonably I know Gov probably speaks french bc it was the lingua franca for a good while BUT it'd be funnier if he doesn't bc I stand firm on about half the states speaking French as their first language and I think half the country deserves to be able to have public side bars during meetings while Gov and the rest of the states sit there like "?????"

[skelly-words]

Bring your tentacle to work day…

NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it

There's pt. 2 and pt. 3

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY

Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.

Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.

It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.

The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.

You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.

You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.

Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until you’re so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.

“Oh, no n- shit.” You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.

“Hey, are you feeling oka…” She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.

Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.

You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.

Finally, in a shaky voice she says, “where do I get one of those?”

A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.

Okay I did it

[chiara-hotel]

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂

Characters: Sunday & Black Swan

Other parts here: Pt 1 (Blade, Robin, Dan Heng & Jingliu) Pt 2 (Boothill, Aventurine & Acheron)

Warnings: Controlling sunday, yandere sunday

Spoilers: Penacony questline 2.0, 2.1 & 2.2

- Sunday as your boyfriend is amazing, somehow out of every person in the world he picked you to stand by his side

- Of course with his position he would expect you to know basic manners and would teach you whatever you don’t know-both you and him have a high status afterall

- Of course in public Sunday is strict, no PDA allowed except handholding when necessary, when guests are over you always stand behind him to support him

- For dinners he also gifts you outfits to wear for the evening, its not unusual that a new dress appears on your door the night of a dinner outing

- And jewelry too! If you enjoy it that is

- So yes, he gives gifts a lot

- Loves cuddling you, its rare, but when it happens he never wants to let go

- The only exception to his ‘no PDA’ rule is Robin, which he will allow you to kiss him on the cheek in front of her and maybe the occasional hug

- Regular dates include dinner dates, movie dates, sightseeing or watching Robins concert

- Now enough about public affairs, in private hes all over you

- Sunday is also a bit of a control freak, taking care of your schedule to the exact times, that way he always knows where you are

- Theres not many cases where you leave without him, but when you do you have 2 visible bodyguards on you and then 4 hidden ones that you don’t know about

- Even if you do find out could you be mad at him when he argues he just wants to ensure your safety?

- Sunday would do anything to protect you and your image

- That guy who almost ran into you? He got kicked out of the dreamscape

- The girl who flirted with you? She was never seen at the bar again

- The man who threatened your life? He was banished from the hotel itself, never to set foot in it again

- And those are just some of the things Lord Sunday would do for you

- Of course you don’t realize this and think of him as the amazing boyfriend he is

- Also #1 follower of the sidewalk rule

- Black Swan is an amazing girlfriend to have

- Imagine shes sitting on your bed, doing work with one hand, the other is massaging your scalp while you’re laying on her lap

- Cuddle sessions with Black Swan are dreamy, especially when you end up falling asleep with a beautiful dream

- She most likely has examined your memories before, so she knows various things about you

- Loves kisses too, she’ll do anything to get a kiss of yours

- One thing she also loves doing is giving you specialized cards with various things you both enjoy on them, almost like a collection of memories

- Regular dates include reading/library dates, coffee dates & game dates (ex. bowling alley)

- Shes competitive too for the games, but is also glad you just had a good time

[thornbutch]

One Night Only (Pt. 2) (18+)

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Part One | Part Two

Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader, (brief) Andre Anderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Past experiences have wrecked Jordan’s perception of their true feelings. The pretty girl from a week ago isn’t making their situation any better. Cue angst and car sex.

Tags: Jordan Li x fem!reader, Gen V, Jordan Li is a toxic, jealous, sexy piece of shit, cursing, angst, sensitive reader, sapphic make out sesh, Corruption kink, smut, mature content, Jordan might be a little OOC? Sorry. I wrote this in two hours.

Word Count: 2.7k

Jordan Li was probably the most confusing human being she had ever encountered. Ever since that night, he had been ignoring her. She’d see him in the courtyard at lunch, wave, and be disappointed when he didn’t wave back. She knew he saw her. What was his problem?

A week went by since the night she entangled with Jordan. She had finally come to terms with the fact that Jordan didn’t see her as anything but a one-night stand. She couldn’t explain why she felt so hurt by this. Maybe Jordan regretted what happened. Or maybe she was some kind of revenge hook-up? She had dealt with that before; her body being used to make someone else jealous. But that didn’t seem like a thing Jordan would do. On the other hand, she didn’t know Jordan much. She knew he was number five on the list. She knew that he had been Dr. Brink’s TA, but other that, his story was a mystery to her.

The next time she saw him, she was determined to get his attention. She didn’t care if she embarrassed him. How dare he treat her like trash? He owed her an explanation. If she had did something wrong, she’d like to know. If he wished he could forget that night, she had a right to know. She doesn’t know why it bothered her so much, but it did. He didn’t have to fuck her again, but he could’ve at least waved or said hello when he saw her in public.

She had gotten information from Maverick, the dorm’s resident assistant. She demanded to know where Jordan’s room was in the sweetest way. She fluttered her eyelashes and put her hands together in a praying form, begging him over and over to tell her until he finally did.

“God, you freshman are so fucking annoying! Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” She didn’t have time to wonder if he was jerking off in that moment, due to his invisibility. She’d question him again later on that, because ew.

She made her way to Jordan’s room, knocking on the door once, twice, three times.

“Coming!” She heard a feminine voice shout from behind the door.

Had she arrived at the wrong room? No, Mark was adamant on the floor level and room number.

Plus, she recognized that smell of hefty cologne from the night Jordan fucked her senseless.

So who was-

Oh. She had approximately five seconds to walk, no sprint, away from this situation. She could’ve made it behind a wall or scurried off into a communal bathroom. She had time.

But she stood there, dumbfounded and hurt.

The girl from the other side opened the door, “Can I-“

She stood there.

Her doe eyes brimmed with tears. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? She didn’t own Jordan. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be with her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “Wrong door.”

Before the girl had anything to say, she was running down the hallway and exiting the building.

. . .

That was all it took for her to move on. Now, she was back to her normal self. Fuck Jordan Li, and fuck whoever that girl was at the door.

She was undoubtedly pretty, but also handsome at the same time. She kind-of looked like Jordan a bit, but she highly doubted it was a relative. Some guys were into shit like that, fucking the “girl” versions of themselves.

Ick.

She was tired of parties. They were fun, sure. It was nice to get out and get drunk and fuck here and there, but she needed an escape from that environment. She opted to go to a bar instead, one of the local ones near campus that served as a hot spot for the students.

She put on a black, tubed dress that stopped at her mid-thigh. She chose one of her favorite leather jackets to match with it and similar-looking black leather boots that came up just below her knee. It was different than what she’d normally wear. The white dresses, jean skirts, and pink accents made her look cute, but it seemed like people took advantage of that. They thought she was naïve and not aware of their schemes.

She was smart, that much was evident. As pretty as she was, she was also sexy, and she’d be damned if she didn’t own that shit.

The bar was far quieter than the frat parties, but still loud nonetheless. Supes and normals mingled here. One thing they both had in common was their love for alcohol. It seemed to bring them together and offer peace against outside situations.

The moment came when she was asked if someone could buy her a drink. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. He had curly, dark brown hair and deep black eyes. He was good-looking, she couldn’t deny that.

“I’m a freshman,” she stated. The man laughed.

“You say that like I’m old,” he said as he bought himself a drink, “I’m only a junior.”

She smiled, knowing that he was in her age range and a fellow student calmed her. “I’m (Y/n).”

He took a sip from his glass, “Andre,” he replied, “You have a coin on you?”

She nodded, reaching into her black velvet purse to retrieve a quarter. She handed it to him, and he examined it thoroughly.

“Look,” he held the quarter between his forefinger and thumb, “If I could make this-“ she watched as the quarter transformed before her eyes, the metal twisting and bending to create the shape of a bird, “into her drink-“ he looked over at a woman sitting down, holding a champagne glass in her hand, “then you have to come home with me.”

“Oh, I have to?” She smirked.

“I don’t make the rules,” he shrugged and grinned back, “Just enforce them.”

Before she could reply, she felt a familiar presence loom over her. She turned around, met with a firm chest and a heavy scent.

Jordan.

“She’s not into your lame ass party tricks, Andre,” Jordan said.

Andre scoffed, blistering a false offended look on his face, “Lame? C’mon, Jordan, don’t be like that.”

Jordan rolled his eyes, “She’s not interested, got it?”

Andre rolled his eyes as well, his fists bawled up and the once floating medal bird turned into a dense ball, “It’s 2023. Women can speak for themselves.”

“Right,” Jordan looked down at you, finally including you in on the conversation that he interrupted, “Are you interested?”

She was taken aback by the question. She sputtered a little, swapping glances between Andre and Jordan. Whatever this was, she did not want to be apart of it. Fuck Jordan for ruining this.

“No.” She said. Andre held his hands up in defeat, grabbed his drink, and walked away from the bar and into the crowd. She turned back to Jordan then and stood up. “Fuck you.”

“You already did,” he said.

She pushed him then. “No, fuck you. Fuck you for being an asshole to me all this week and then popping up to ruin-“

“Ruin what, exactly? Where you going to go home with him, huh? Fuck him, too? Let him see you the way I saw you?”

“Excuse me?” She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it. His grip was tight and bruising. A few bystanders gathered around them.

“Let’s go to my car.” Jordan tugged her towards the exit. She barely had time to register what was going on before she felt the cold breeze of the night air swift through her nostrils and blow on her exposed skin.

He opened the passenger door for her. A gentleman. What kind of gentleman would dare to ask to her that way? Just who did he think he was? Her fucking boyfriend?

She got in, and he slammed the door closed. She stared out the window as he felt the car dip a little with the weight of Jordan getting in on the driver’s side.

The car was silent.

“Are we playing the quiet game or something?” .

She nodded.

He sighed, “Look, you have every right to hate me-“

“I do.”

“-but I need to explain something to you.”

She could feel her anger bubbling up. Her knees bounced against the car floor. She continued to stare out the window. “Explain.”

“The girl you saw, she was-“

Oh, not this lousy and overused excused. He really thought she was dumb. It wasn’t just something she had made up in her mind. This was evidence.

She turned, tears just about to spill past her eyelids, “Your sister? Your cousin? Your best friend?” She scoffed, “You think I’m stupid. You ignore me for a week, a week, Jordan. Then you decide you can whisk me away like you’re some kind of Prince Charming?”

“That’s not-“

“You embarrass me in front a cute guy because what? You’re jealous? You don’t like to see your one-night stand hooking up with other people but don’t mind not bothering to wave back when she waves at you?”

“(Y/n)-“

“But maybe I am stupid. You asked if I was interested, and I said no. You opened the door for me, and I got in. You folded my panties and tucked me in and left and treated me like I didn’t exist.”

Jordan watched intently as she spewed all the horrible shit they had done to her. They didn’t think it would affect her so much. They’d hate to be ignored, too, but they’d get over it. They could tell she convinced herself she was over them, over the entire situation. If she was moved on, she wouldn’t have turned down Andre’s offer, and she wouldn’t have entered their vehicle.

“-and now you’re not fucking listening, great.” She folded her arms and dramatically laid back against the seat. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her makeup was ruined. Black streaks of mascara coated the skin.

“I’m sorry,” they said. “You’re right. Not about the stupid thing, the fucked up thing. It was wrong of me to ignore you, I just…” Jordan breathed in shakily. This was so out of character for them. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

She turned towards the window again, staring at her own reflection.

“And… the girl you saw wasn’t my sister, cousin, or best friend,” They could feel their chest tightening, “She was me.”

She watched in the reflection as Jordan morphed into the girl she had seen earlier. She turned back sharply, completely in shock at what she just witnessed.

“You-“

“Yeah. I’m bigender, or whatever the fuck,” Jordan sighed. They felt vulnerable in this form. They tucked a strand of their longer black hair behind their ear and looked beyond the front windshield, “I didn’t want you thinking that I-“

“That you’re into women who look like you?” She responded.

“Yes,” Jordan snorted, “But I was going to say that I wasn’t using you. Or- I didn’t use you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Do you normally fuck girls and abandon them?”

“I normally don’t get jealous when I see someone else flirting with them,” they looked at her then, “I didn’t like what I saw. When he flirted with you using his medal-bending ability. It was corny.”

She let out a small laugh, wiping away her tears, “It was kind of corny.”

Jordan nodded, “I was… afraid. I’m not used to feeling like this, but I am used to it at the same time. Girls, they fuck me in my masculine form and want nothing to do with me in my feminine form. Guys are vice versa.”

She listened to every word coming from their mouth.

“I guess I’ve grown accustomed to blocking people out without asking if they’d accept both versions of me.”

The car was quiet once more.

“Accustomed,” she whispered, “that’s a big word.”

Jordan rolled their eyes.

“I don’t mind,” she was no longer looking at them, instead focusing on her hands that she held in her lap, “I wouldn’t have judged you. I’m not judging you.”

“You’re not?”

“I think you’re the most handsomest and prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” she said.

They could feel their ears tint with red.

“I understand why you were nervous, but I wish you would’ve talked to me before doing all of this,”

“I’m sorry,”

“I know,” she faced them, bringing her hands to cup their soft jawline, “I forgive you.”

Their lips met with hers, but not like how they did at the frat party. This time was more passionate, sweeter, and less rough. She broke the kiss to climb over the armrest and straddle them. Jordan leaned the chair back as far as it would go to give her enough room to sit on their lap. She took off her leather jacket. Their hands held onto her waist, keeping her in place. She liked being on top and knowing that she had no control. They liked being underneath her and knowing that they were still the dominant one.

They began to kiss each other harder. More hunger. They craved her. She must’ve worn this black outfit in retaliation. She looked pretty in white. She looked pretty in black. She looked pretty naked. She was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen, and now they had her right where they wanted her.

She had been hogging their memory ever since that night. They’d slip their hands into their pants during late hours of the night, fondling their clit and breathing her name in heavy gasps as they imagined her touching them. They pinched their nipples, imagining her biting them. They wanted to see her between their thighs, eating them out with her back arched and her eyes closed because she was so into it.

“Am I doing good?” They imagined she would say.

They’d tell her she was doing amazing as they fucked their pussy onto her face.

They’d have to take a late-night shower, having soaked their boxers in their secretion. Their shirt would stick to their back from how hot they were and how much they were sweating during a simple masturbation session.

They wondered if she touched herself. Maybe she was so pent up with frustration that she couldn’t help but fuck it out of herself. She’d use two fingers right off the bat. Her legs would be spread open, and her clothes discarded into a heap at the edge of her bed.

“Jordan,” she’d moan.

“Jordan,” she moaned.

They were brought back to the present, pulling away from her lips. Both of their chests rise and fell with great intensity. They bought their hand up to her face, placing their thumb on her lip and parting them. She opened willingly, allowing their thumb to enter her wet cavern.

She sucked feverishly, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck,” Jordan cursed. They could feel how wet they were in their stiff jeans.

She pulled their thumb out of her mouth with a barely audible pop!

“I want to touch you,” she said.

Yes, yes, please, yes.

She pulled up their shirt, revealing a flat stomach that had the shadows of their abs present. They didn’t wear a bra. She was very understanding of that, too. It’d be extremely uncomfortable for them to shift and feel the hard clasps of the bra digging into their back.

She cupped their breast tenderly, swiping her thumb over the nipple. Jordan couldn’t tell if she’d been with women before. Was she an expert? Or was she just doing what she did when she touched herself?

She pinched and they shifted unexpectedly. She leaned back, her ass hitting the steering wheel and blaring the horn.

It was quiet for the third time.

They apologized for startling her. She told them it was okay.

Then, she busted out laughing, falling onto them. They laughed, too.

“I guess that’s a sign,” she said.

“A sign for what?”

“To take me back to your place.”

She didn’t have to say anything else.

[al0velyuniverse]

Body Shots Pt.2

The long awaited part two, I kinda got carried away with this one... Please enjoy :)

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Pt.1 | Pt.2 |

CW: Drinking (duh), Simon lends you to Gaz (consensually), semi-public sex, mutual masturbation

The second time you suggested body shots was in a crowded and busy bar, Simon’s favorite. 

One of Simon’s hands rested on your thigh while the other held his glass. The team had just come back from assignment and they were celebrating Gaz for something he had done. It wasn’t entirely explained to you, all you knew was what Simon told you “We’re celebratin’ Garrick and he requested your presence Dove…wear somethin’ low cut… ‘e likes the view.” So you put on your lowest cut top (it was practically a bralette, no bra needed), your favorite mini skirt, and happily accompanied him to the bar. You were keenly aware of the way Gaz couldn’t stop staring at your chest, it was like you were the only worthwhile thing to look at. You gave Simon a kiss on the cheek and told him you were going to grab another drink from the bar, you did your best to slide out of the booth with grace and tried not to smile at the fact that you knew they were all watching your ass as you moved. When you came back Johnny was the first to notice what you were carrying to the table: a shot glass filled  with a chilled amber liquid. He nudged Gaz with the least amount of subtlety you’ve ever seen him exhibit. You rolled your eyes with a smile “get up Johnny, this isn’t for you.” As soon as he stood up you took his place on the booth next to Gaz and he took the spot you had previously occupied. 

You gently placed the glass on the table while you got yourself situated. You adjusted your top just a little bit, noticing Simon giving you a smirk when he realized how Gaz would be taking this shot. You could practically hear Gaz’s heart beating out of his chest when took his hand and placed each one on either side of your chest, encouraging a tight hold to keep them together. He gave you the slightest look of confusion at the action “we’re celebrating you aren’t we?” You have to suppress a laugh when you see Gaz look over to Simon, terrified that your boyfriend would look like he was going to kill him. All he got was a ‘go ahead’ gesture which was all the two of you needed. All eyes were on you as you grabbed the shot glass and carefully poured the liquid onto your chest, watching it pool between your tits. With only a second of hesitation Gaz dipped his head down and began to messily slurp the liquid best he could, the feeling of his lips and tongue against your skin sent chills down your spine. Somewhere to the side you hear Johnny whining followed by a thud and “shut it Mactavish, you’ll get your turn” When Gaz had drunk up the shot and sat back up properly he looked crazed, like he wanted to pounce on you right then and there. You and Simon shared a knowing glance like it was an unspoken conversation between you two, him telling you exactly what to do without even saying a word. 

You stepped out of the booth and reached for Gaz’s hand “c’mon.” Your smile was sweet and unassuming when he took your hand and stood up with you. You leaned up for a moment to place a kiss on Gaz’s lips, the taste of liquor still prevalent “let’s go celebrate you.” As you pulled a stunned Gaz behind you Simon had to practically restrain a whining Johnny from getting up and following the pair of you. “S’not fair! Come on L.T.” Simon did not give him a response, just handed him a beer the way you’d give milk to a child to placate it. You should have noticed Price's eyes practically burning holes into you, it was the same way he stared the first time when you licked salt off of your boyfriend. It was a look that told you that you were walking a dangerous line, a look that told you the second he had the chance he was going to eat you alive. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice the look at all.

The whining Scotsman was barely registering in your brain as you walked away and pulled Gaz into the bathroom with you. He made sure the lock was done properly, couldn’t have anyone coming in to stop the fun. You didn’t even have to tell him what to do, Gaz was already planting sloppy kisses along your chest and desperately trying to pull your top off, or to the side, or something, anything to give him better access to the tits he’d been staring at and fantasizing about all night. His attempts were messy and uncoordinated, almost feral. “Careful, you’ll rip it” you uttered with a breathy laugh, trying not to lose your composure totally just yet. “Don’t care” Gaz’s voice was muffled, seeing as his mouth was in a similar spot that it had been when he had taken the shot. In an attempt to make sure the man didn’t rip your favorite shirt to shreds you pushed him back slightly to slide it off over your head. As soon as he had unlimited access you could feel Gaz’s mouth latch to one of your nipples, tongue and teeth playing rough with the sensitive flesh. The sensation caused a whimper to escape from your lips.

It wasn’t long before the man was grinding his hips against you like a dog in heat, desperation evident in his unsteady jerking movements. In an attempt to help him out you reached your hand down to palm him over his jeans, trying to give him any sort of assistance that you could. One of Gaz’s hands was immediately on yours, guiding you to undo the zipper to his jeans and pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to let his aching cock spring free. His lips moved to yours while you reached down to take him into your hand properly, in reaction he let out a soft groan into your mouth and gently pushed your back against the wall. Gaz rutted into your hand in an attempt to match your movements, you made special care to gather as much of the pre-cum leaking from his tip as you could to use as makeshift lube. You leaned your head back against the wall as Gaz’s lips moved from yours to your jaw, then down to your neck and chest. As if in perfect sync with his lips you could feel his hand move down to push your skirt up, exposing your cunt leaking through the thin fabric of your thong. His fingers pushed the flimsy fabric to the side to dip his fingers between your folds, he dragged his down wet fingers up to circle your clit, sending a rush up pleasure through your body. 

Gaz’s lips refused to give up, kissing and sucking at your neck and chest, offering the occasional bite to your soft skin that was sure to leave a mark. He pulled back for only a moment to watch the way your mouth hung up in whiney breaths as he rubbed your sensitive nub. You watch his face contort into a smirk and before you could process the implications you could feel his finger pressing into your hole, it wasn’t the biggest stretch you’d ever had of course but you were so worked up at this point your eyes practically rolled back into your head. “Oh fuck…well ain’t that just the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen…” after a moment he slowly work a second finger into you and your hands movement faltered. Gaz’s free hand was quickly over yours and he was helping you get him off “oh come on pretty thing, don’t give up on me now” he cooed softly. Once he was satisfied with your return to properly getting him off Gaz’s mouth moved back up to your chest his tongue circling and playing with one nipple while his hand played with the other. You could feel him all over you, in any spot you could be sensitive he was there, it was dizzying and overwhelming in the most delicious way. 

You were getting close, and Gaz could tell. His fingers curled up and stroked that spongy spot that made you a little crazy, his thumb now added to the pleasure however, circling your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. You could feel the coil tightening and just begging to snap, your hips betraying you by grinding into his hand in desperate unsteady movement. His teeth grazed against your nipple, biting down a little harshly. You moved your own hand in increasingly intense movements the closer you got. “Fuck, fuck Gaz im gonna…” he leaned down and kissed you softly “go ‘head pretty girl, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart on my fingers.” You didn’t need much more encouragement than that before you did just that, Gaz continued to move his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm. “There you go…that’s it, such a good girl f’me” Your breathing was staggering as you attempted to calm yourself down and continue your hands movement, wanting to get him off as well. You watched Gaz pull his fingers out of you and immediately place them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your fingers with an obscene moan. 

Before you could process what was happening Gaz was pushing you down to your knees “wanna cum on those perfect fuckin tits pretty girl.” His hand overlapped yours and the two of you jerked him off together, moans and whines slipping through the man's lips as his hips thrusted against your hands. You leaned up the best you could to put your mouth around his tip, letting your tongue swirl around it and giving him plenty of attention. That seemed to be the man's tipping point because your head was quickly being yanked back as hot white ropes of cum shot out of his cock onto your chest. When he was finished you both sat there for a moment, catching your breath and attempting to calm yourselves down. 

Once you had both settled Gaz lifted you off of your knees and into the bathroom counter. You watched as he grabbed a paper towel and wet it with warm water. “Sorry for makin’ such a mess, you just…christ you’re fuckin stunnin’ you know that” You let out a small laugh as he gently wiped his cum off of your chest, taking care to be soft with you, it felt nice letting him take care of you like this. Once he was Satisfied Gaz took a moment to step back and examine you “think Ghost is gonna kill me when he sees these hickeys?” The statement was accompanied by a laugh that he tried to play off as casual, but you could hear the slight anxiety behind it. Your boyfriend’s possessive nature was never really a secret and you both knew that. “Not sure he would have let us disappear like this is he wasn’t expecting a few hickeys you know?” Gaz helped you put your shirt back on and readjust your skirt, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs a little.

When the two of you finally wandered back to the table you were met with an incredibly drunk Johnny, leaning fully against your boyfriend and ranting about something with such a thick accent there was no way any of you could understand him. He jumped up at the sight of you “aye! Bonnie lass, whensit gonna be mahturn with ya right stunning self eh?” The slurred words made you laugh and place a soft kiss on his cheek “I dunno Johnny, gonna have to take that one up with the boss” you say, gesturing to Simon who was staring you down with such an intensity that made you squirm. Johnny moved so you could sit down next to your boyfriend, he moved on to pestering Gaz to tell him about what exactly happened in the bathroom with you two. Simon’s arm was around you the second you were by his side and he was placing a kiss to your jaw “have fun love?” His voice was low, clearly wanting to keep the conversation between you two “I did, and so did your boy” your response made him laugh “I can tell, he left quite a few marks on ya dove. Gonna have to leave a few of my own when we get home don’t you think?” Your response came in the form of a gentle kiss to his lips and a soft “we can do whatever you want when we get home Si” 

The five of you continued to drink and celebrate, Johnny and Gaz getting more boisterous the more they drank which provided you and Simon with plenty of entertainment. Your eyes did a scan of the group: Simon was watching the two clowns across the table from you two, Johnny and Gaz were talking about something borderline incomprehensible that only the two of them seemed to understand. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned slightly to face Price. Your eyes locked and you saw a dark intensity swirl in his eyes, helooked hungry. Like the only thing he wanted in that moment was to bend you over the table and let everyone watch him fuck you to tears. He was jealous. He wanted his turn just as much as Johnny did. Something in your gut told you that when he did he might just break you. You went to turn your head away when you suddenly felt Simon's hand grasp your jaw, keeping you in place, keeping you staring at price. Your eyes glanced up at your boyfriend the best they could, his own expression matching Price’s. Your Stomach twisted in knots when you realized: Price was going to break you, and Simon was going to happily let him.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. 

[hellishjoel]

hi!! if you feel down to write this, could i request something along the lines of: bratty reader teases joel all day, even in front of his friends and in public, so when they both go their separate ways, he sends her a video of her fucking his fleshlight teasing her back for her attitude.

"See babydoll, this coulda been you if you weren't acting all bratty today; I could've been balls deep in you by now, but instead im balls deep in this toy"

SORRY, IT'S BEEN RATTLING AROUND IN MY BRAIN FOR DAYS NOW ♡♡

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1.5k // brat tamer!joel x f!reader

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

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Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: MA 18+ (minors DNI), NO OUTBREAK, brat!tamer Joel, smut via fucking a toy, extended teasing, dirty dirty dirty man talk, pet names, etc. very little editing, a little angst?

A/N: thank you for the request! short and sweet <3

Joel is infuriated. 

Your hand is under the table, raking up and down his thigh as if the motion was innocent. As if you didn’t know what you were doing. 

It had been like this all day, you had been toying with him. Cat and fuckin’ mouse. 

It started this morning. You insisted on coming over to Joel’s place early in the morning to make him a big breakfast, something he could definitely get behind. He came out of the shower, freshly trimmed and manscaped, all for you. 

What he didn’t expect when he walked downstairs and to the kitchen was the sight of you making breakfast in just a pair of black panties and his oversized dark gray Miller Contracting shirt. The sight alone made his cock swell for a treat of morning wood. 

You served his plate, gave that innocent little face, and proceeded to bend over the table to reach for the salt and pepper. 

Joel’s hand slowly moved up the back of your thigh, cupping the globe of your ass and giving a good squeeze to you. He was about to pull you in to sit on his lap, but was surprised to see you just go and sit in your chair across from him, digging into your own breakfast. 

Okay. 

The two of you had plans to meet up with Joel and Tommy’s good friend Dan and a few others to celebrate Dan’s birthday at a local pub. 

That’s where the two of you were now, with your hand raking up and down his leg and doing a few gentle squeezes that really made a shiver go up his spine. 

He could feel himself leaking in his boxers, hard under the outline you were absentmindedly drawing on his thigh. 

“Cut it out.” Joel told you sternly under his breath, his pint glass covering his mouth as he laid it against his bottom lip, trying to stare straight ahead at one of the large televisions they had in the bar. 

“Cut what out?” 

So many damn people were around, and it always felt like they were watching. 

Your fingernail added pressure to him, Joel’s knuckles going white around the pint glass he was certain he might shatter it. 

He felt you lean in, lips to his ear as everyone absentmindedly discussed the game on the tv. 

“What’s wrong, daddy?”

The condensation on Joel’s glass and your naughty comment had his pint slipping right through his fingers, his iron grip loosening for just a second before it clattered down onto the table and spilled everywhere. 

“Shit,” Joel quickly cursed, standing up from the table and reaching for the closest napkins he could find. 

Everyone looked at him and leisurely laughed, dismissing Joel’s little slip, wiping the streams of ale that reached their side of the table before returning to their mundane conversations. 

Joel’s eyes were staring daggers into you. He was pissed. 

Not only did he have beer dripping from the hem of his shirt, you were watching with a dopey smirk on your face as if you didn’t have anything to do with it. 

Joel’s cock has been aching in his jeans for hours now, the thought of bending you over and spanking the attitude out of you was really what he could go for right now. 

But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting Joel worked up all day, denying him access to his favorite little toy, not being able to pound his dick into your pussy like what he’s been craving for since he woke up this morning. 

He’d be a simmering tea kettle until he could get a good cum in, he couldn’t be here any longer. 

“I’m headin’ home to change.” Joel announced to Dan who shook his hand and thanked him for coming. 

You were in tow, slinging your bag around your shoulder as you followed Joel out with a pleased little grin. 

Joel’s face was fuming red like an angry cartoon character, one hand gripping his steering wheel while the other held his clutch.

Your hand landed on his arm, head coming to lay on his shoulder as you let out a soft sigh. 

“Someone’s angry.” Your teasing made his cock twitch. 

“Don’t like bein’ toyed with.” Joel returned flatly, feeling you run your fingers delicately up and down his bicep, causing goosebumps in your wake. 

“Who’s toying with you, daddy? When have I ever not delivered?” Your hand egregiously cupped his cock through his jeans, Joel swerving on the road at the unexpected grip you had on his pulsating balls. 

He could cum in seconds if you’d just let him. 

“Bein’ a real fuckin’ brat, you know that, baby?” Joel said through gritted teeth, his eyebrows furrowed together as his heart raced, the pressure pumping down to his swollen dick. 

He harshly shoved your hand away, feeling your pout from the passenger seat. 

Joel pushed his tongue against the side of his cheek as he concentrated on driving, watching from his peripheral as you hiked your skirt up for his pleasure.

You slipped two fingers past the band of your panties, playing with your slick before circling around your clit and letting out a little moan of his name. 

Joel’s eyelashes fluttered, he dared himself not to look but he couldn’t help it. 

His lips parted at the sight, watching as your fingers moved under the veil of your panties. But he could hear it. The squelching of your wet juices combatting your anxious fingers.  

“You gonna let me take care of that for ya?” Joel asked, his final try at trying to get himself in your pants. 

He watched you throw up your eyes in debate, biting down on your lower lip before you shook your head and crossed your legs, removing your hand as you sucked your slick right off your fingers. Not even letting Joel have a taste. 

“Mmm… nope.” 

Joel cocked his head, his throbbing member nearly giving him a headache. 

You were surprised to see Joel had parked in front of your house, looking out the window then back to him. 

“What are you-”

“Go on.” 

You paused, your eyes narrowing on him before you took off your seatbelt. 

“Fine… you can come in, you know.” You looked over his face but he was just staring straight ahead. “Joel?”

“Gotta go home and change my shirt, take care of a few things. Go on, now.” 

You let out a short little huff, throwing his truck door opening and hopping down, quickly slamming it closed as the truck rocked. You eyed him as you crossed in front of it, hitting the steps to your front porch when he peeled off. 

What the hell. 

You teased Joel all the time! Maybe never for this long but you weren’t expecting him to leave you high and dry at the end of the night. You liked when he showed you who was boss, telling him that your pussy was all for him. 

You threw yourself back in bed, rolling your eyes at the whole situation. 

Your phone buzzed beside you after you got out of the shower, combing through your hair before sitting on your bed and opening the video message from Joel. 

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the sight. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you watched Joel thrust his cock into his fleshlight. 

An audible whimper left you, watching it in shock. 

His deep grunts echoed through your phone speakers, mouth going dry as you watched his fleshlight get filled up. You were envious of that fucking toy. 

“Oh, fuck me,” Joel’s moans were heaven to your ears, feeling a white hot spot start in your stomach as the video continued to play. 

His wrist snapped the toy faster down his cock, watching as it was lubed up with his spit and slick from his pre-cum and probably a bit of lube. 

Another whimper left your lips, begging that the toy could have been your aching pussy. 

“Ya see.. This could have been you, baby doll. Could have.. fuck.. could have been balls deep inside of you right now if you didn’t act like a damn brat all day. This could've been you.” 

His words made your bottom lip quiver, continuing to watch as his girthy length filled that toy to the brim. 

“God damn.. M’ fuckin close.”

His words made you shutter. You wanted to turn the video off. Hell, you wanted to chuck your phone out the window. But here you were, your eyes glued to it. You could see his dark happy trail, his salt and pepper hair that led to his fat fucking cock. 

You should have taken it at breakfast, you should have given it to him at the fucking bar! You’d do anything right now for him to fill you up like he was for his fleshlight. 

His phone got a little shaky as he came, Joel’s beautiful but erratic moans filling your ears as he flushed himself deep into his toy, filling it with his white hot cum. 

You could hear his breathing slow, watching as he slowly filmed himself taking the toy off his cock. He was covered in his own spill, and all you wanted to do was lick it clean off of him. 

“Goodnight baby girl, thanks for the good cum. Needed it all day.”

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[kiwi-astrology]

COMPOSITE OBSERVATIONS PT. 2

As a disclaimer: these are all my personal observations. Feel free to read them and critically think about them for your own benefit. I am not an astrology expert, but rather a passionate student! Alongside this: astrology should never be a tool to predict whether or not you should begin or end a relationship! Observations are reflective understandings of patterns. With that: Enjoy!

𖦹 I’m not exactly sure why, but I’ve noticed with 11th house mars in the composite the people get annoyed with each other? It’s like one person wants to share every detail of their life and the other feels drained. Energy is environment-dependent. If one person feels drained of their own energy, they don’t have the time to unconditionally make room for the connections energy. I’ve also found one person tends to be very community based and the other follows them around. I haven’t though much about this placement but so many observations of this share the same.

𖦹 Mars in 5th house composite connections find energy in adrenaline inducing subjects. From going out to bars together to talking about fun memories, excitement energies this connection. This placement will inspire the individuals to have fun in life and create beautiful things together.

𖦹 10th house composite stellium are very much public relationships. Everything you guys do together will be known. Depending on the relationship it could be positive or negative. A well-known business pair, famous couple, or popular friends. It will be difficult to keep the substance of the relationship private.

𖦹 4th house stellium relationships on the other hand are very private. This couple will do everything together from day to day routines to travelling for vacations and not tell anyone. This couple treats their relationship with an abundance of intimacy compared to other house stelliums. 

𖦹 Uranus in the 12th house composite could lead to sudden endings or abrupt changes. Out - of - control endings due to sporadic events occurring. 

𖦹 Venus in the 2nd house composite can show one person always taking care of another persons comfort needs. Getting water for someone. Giving someone spending money. Loaning an extra bathroom accessory. I’ve seen it be more one sided with a provider-receiver in the relationship. 

𖦹 This observation surprised me but I know a lot of mars in the 4th house composite connections and all the relationships are quite protective over one another. However, if one persons comfort is deeply disturbed by an external event, this can easily enter the relationships atmosphere. Mars energy in the 4th house is strong. It’s hard to ignore any feelings, thoughts, experiences, etc. It will force you to address everything occurring in the relationship, or else the relationship will suffer. There will never comfortably be any “elephants in the room” in these relationships. Its a good placement for people who prefer confrontation and addressing any issues. 

𖦹 Composite 1st house planets (especially the closer they are to the ascendant) will be on display for your relationship’s identity. For example: Venus in the first house composite, whether or not feelings are reciprocated: your relationship will be known for the love/romance/attraction that leaks out of it. Moon in the first house composite: your relationship will be known for its emotional reactions, for how it made people feel. Mercury in the first house composite: your relationship will be known for its friendliness and banter between the two of you. It’s not so much of a “legacy tenth house” but how your relationship is viewed at surface level. What people instantly think of when they think of it. It’s more superficial than the tenth house but still identity-driven amongst a community. 

𖦹 Libra mercury in the composite is all about sweet-talk and flirting. Kindness in conversation is necessary -- even if it’s forced. Once the flirting ends it can startle one of you. 

𖦹 Composite Venus in Aquarius must be top-tier because it’s the most popular placement I’ve noticed in my 30+ personal observations. 

𖦹 Composite mercury in 9th is very teacher-student oriented. One person always giving advice and guidance to the other person. A mentor-mentee relationship is present.

𖦹 For some reason my favorite composite ascendants to see are Cancer and Libra...not sure if this could relate to both of their 12th houses being mercurial (Gemini & Virgo). Maybe there is a comfortability with the curious and intellectual mercury signs in the 12th house for composites. An acceptance to always let the relationship change and grow without attachment but rather curiosity. The 12th house can be challenging to navigate in the natal chart let alone a composite chart. The subconscious things that isolate you. The endings you have to face. The spiritualty of the connection, that you will never understand. The questions that will never be answered. This stimulates mercurial signs in a healthy challenging way. 

[aurorawritestoescape]

Welcome to my Masterlist, lovely! I hope you’ll enjoy my work<3

Series / Collections

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

*****

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

*****

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

*****

HEATWAVE collection - Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: They are horny. They are filthy. They are in love.

It’s a collection of one-shots following the same couple. Every story can be read alone.

One Shots

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

American Beauty -best friend’s dad Joel x f!reader part 2 Please, Sir

Take Me smut, angst

Swallow blurb, smut

Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York mfm

Pt 1 Table for three Pt 2 Who’s your daddy? drabble Get a Taste

I know better than to call you mine fluff, smut

Heatwave pwp

Sweet Cherry virginity loss

In His Arms QZ Joel

Hot for You - drabble

Fill Me Up

Going Down - Joel x reader, Frankie Morales x reader

Wallet Photo - dbf Joel

The Other Brother - twin AU Johnny Miller x reader, Joel x reader

MEOW! - pwp

✨A Step Into Hell - stepdad!Joel

✨ Halloween Night - stepdad Joel Halloween special

✨ Craving You - Halloween writing challenge fic

✨ His Star - smut, angst

✨Joel drabble - degradation, sub/dom

✨The Funeral - Joel fucks you at a funeral / drabble

The Party - dark!Lucien De Leon x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One Shots

The Visit semi-public

Surveillance voyeurism

Drabble based on a gif

Shaving Javi drabble

Steam

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Watching You - Dave York x f!reader voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave York x f!reader dark, noncon

Table for three - Dave x reader x Joel mfm

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Other Pedro characters

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader smut, angst

Destinies Intertwined - General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla mff

The Hoodie - Frankie Morales x reader blurb

Going Down - Frankie x f!reader, Joel x f!reader

Non Pedro characters

Sunset - boyfriend Billy (Skeleton Twins) x f!reader Boyd Holbrook character, smut

AO3 /not all fics are there

Joel Miller pencil drawing

Javier Peña pencil drawing

I saved her the last of us 2 edit

If I ever were to lose you Joel and Ellie tlou 2

Joel takes you out to dinner - moodboard

Pedro Pascal lockscreens 1 | 2 | 3

[onabat11e]

can't keep my hands to myself (pt. 1)

rating: M for Mature (18+)

warnings: public teasing, implied dom/sub dynamic, part 2 to come soon!

summary: ona can't keep her hands to herself. she wants to see how far she can push lucy before she snaps.

based on this request!

word count: 1.7k

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When Mapi and Ingrid had suggested a double date, Lucy and Ona agreed immediately. Seeing the duo outside games and training sessions didn’t come often enough, so they snatched up the first opportunity when their schedules aligned. 

“Are you almost ready?” Lucy asked, walking into the bedroom where Ona sat at the vanity mirror, applying light makeup. 

“Almost, I’ve just gotta-.“ Ona’s breath caught in her throat when she looked up and saw Lucy’s reflection in the mirror. Lucy had her hair in a low bun, bits of the newly dyed blonde hair sticking out. 

Dressed in a sleeveless black t-shirt, Lucy had chosen to wear something that perfectly flaunted Ona’s favourite feature of hers: her arms. Ona’s eyes trailed down to take in the rest of Lucy, the shirt tucked into loose-fitting acid-wash jeans. 

“Just gotta what, love?” Lucy was oblivious, busy trying to flatten a near-invisible crease on her shirt. Ona’s eyes followed the contours of Lucy’s biceps, down her toned forearms, and her hands. God. She wondered if Lucy even knew what she was doing. How could she walk in looking like that and not expect Ona to go wild? 

“Just need to apply my chapstick.” Ona forced the words out, shaking her head as if it would be enough to clear the thoughts from it. She arose from her chair, turning and walking towards Lucy, Ona ensured to keep extended eye contact with Lucy as she dragged the chapstick against the plump skin of her lower lip. 

“Have I ever mentioned how good that shirt looks on you?” Ona took another step towards Lucy and rubbed her hands down Lucy’s muscles, thumbs caressing the contours. Ona’s fingernails scraped the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake on Lucy’s skin. 

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Lucy's eyes skimmed Ona, admiring the low cut on Ona’s tight black dress, which was accentuating her chest. She was interrupted by Ona clearing her throat.

“My eyes are up here!” Ona teased, reaching up to tilt Lucy’s head chin up using her fingertips. She used her thumb to trace a line going up Lucy’s jaw before resting a hand behind her neck.  

Ona pulled Lucy into a kiss, earning a hum at the fruity taste of Ona’s chapstick. Ona tried to deepen the kiss, lifting herself onto her tiptoes, only to be denied by Lucy. 

“No time for a quickie?” Ona wiggled her eyebrows, partially joking, mostly serious. She leant back in, managing to kiss Lucy’s neck once before Lucy pulled away, not giving in to Ona’s advances. 

Lucy checked the time on her watch, raising an eyebrow at Ona’s puppy dog eyes. Ona whined, tilting her head to the side and sticking out her bottom lip to pout. 

“We are going to be late,” Lucy warned, pushing back against Ona slightly. “Maybe if you can behave yourself tonight, we can continue this later.”

~

Mapi 🦁: head inside when you get here. I found a perfect spot.

Lucy dismissed the text before letting Ona know and holding the door open to let her enter first. Mapi’s message was right, as they had gotten a secluded booth near the back of the bar. Lucy and Ona were glad about this, meaning the group could be far enough from the loud music and avoid any prying eyes. 

Lucy and Ona spotted the couple and waved to let them know they had arrived before heading to the bar and ordering their drinks. Thankfully, the line for the bar moved quickly, meaning the girls could make their way over to their friends soon. 

Ingrid flashed a grin at the approaching couple, now with their drinks in hand. She had light jeans on with a beige cardigan draping off her shoulders. María sat next to her, a plain white t-shirt and corduroy trousers, matching the colour of Ingrid’s cardigan, no doubt purposefully.

Ona greeted the two as she slipped into the booth seat first, scooting over for Lucy to follow her. Both couples took a moment to catch up and were excited to talk about something other than football for once. 

Ona laughed at one of Mapi's jokes, hand slapping on Lucy’s knee and resting there. That’s when the idea hit her. She was still feeling a little high-strung, getting denied what her body desired. Why not have a little fun with it tonight?

‘How far can I push Lucy before she snaps?’ gradually became Ona’s favourite game. Her hand, once innocuously resting, had slipped further up Lucy’s thigh, squeezing slightly against the strong muscle under the denim. 

Ona let her mind wander as she continued tracing figure 8s through the denim. She imagined pushing Lucy until she snapped, imagined pushing Lucy until she bent Ona over the booth table and-. 

She mentally clamped down on that thought, not daring to entertain it further. 

Ona’s free hand reached for her drink, taking a sip of the cool liquid to try and level her head. Her hand stroked further inwards, aiming for a more sensitive area of Lucy’s thigh now. Ona dared to peak at Lucy, hoping to see a crack in her façade. 

Lucy’s face was an image of neutrality, minus a slight feathering of her jaw muscles. Ona could hear the woman’s thoughts warning her, ‘Don’t push it’. Deep down, that thought only further excited Ona. 

The idea of pushing Lucy, knowing she was holding back any reaction, the idea of how Lucy might punish her. Ona had to bite down on her tongue to avoid giving any sign of where her head was currently. 

Ona forced her eyes to the couple sitting opposite her, not wanting to seem obvious. She could hear them talking, but her brain couldn’t absorb the words, her head fuzzy and dizzied by her own lust for Lucy. 

Lucy remained calm, replying to the conversation (and, frankly, she carried the conversation for Ona since she was in no state to be trying to act normal right now). Ona said a silent prayer that neither Ingrid nor Mapi seemed to have picked up on her sudden silence yet. 

By now, Ona’s hand had inched almost to where Lucy’s pussy was throbbing under her underwear. Ona paused for a second before she stroked her thumbnail up the seam of the jeans. The action caused a vibration to travel to Lucy’s centre, her clit twitching under it, before Ona pulled her hand away from Lucy completely. 

“I’m just gonna excuse myself. Bathroom.” Ona smiled at the group before heading off. She made a show of it, shimmying past Lucy. Her ass, sculpted by the tight fabric of her dress, swayed in front of Lucy’s face as she left the booth. 

Lucy felt her mind go blank, only thinking about the sight of Ona’s body. Lucy turned to look at Ona and was met by a smile and a knowing glint in her eye before she turned to walk away. 

“Actually, wait, I’ll join you,” Lucy called after Ona, turning to Mapi and Ingrid. “Nature calls!” Lucy joked to the couple, standing to follow Ona to the other side of the bar.

Lucy heard the bathroom door shut behind them, taking it as her cue to push Ona up against the sinks, a breath escaping from the shorter woman as her body hit the hard granite.  

“What are you playing at?” Lucy questioned Ona, her voice stern. Ona was pinned against the basin with her hands pinned to the counter by Lucy. Ona stuttered as she tried to reply. 

“What do you mean?” Ona’s acting skills were subpar. The rising heat in her cheeks and a twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips showed that Ona knew she was misbehaving.

“You are practically trying to fuck me in front of our friends.” Lucy was trying hard not to raise her voice, her pent-up frustrations, both emotional and sexual, fighting to take control. Lucy pushed a knee between Ona’s legs, the fabric of her dress rising. Ona bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering shut at the pressure of her hips subconsciously rolling into Lucy. 

“If you carry on…“ The sound of the bathroom door opening promptly cut off Lucy. She jumped back quickly, pretending to be busy washing her hands. A small group of drunk ladies laughing and slurring their speech entered. Lucy stared over at Ona, a silent warning. 

“This isn’t over,” she said loud enough for Ona to hear but not loud enough for the other women in the room to pick up on. 

Both the women left the bathroom without another word to each other, Ona looking like a puppy that just got told off, her tail between her legs. 

“Are you alright, Ona?” Ingrid questioned, noting Ona’s frazzled appearance and flushed cheeks. Before Ona could open her mouth to say anything, Lucy decided to answer for her.

“She’s not feeling too well, actually.” Lucy wrapped an arm around Ona, her thumb idly rubbing against the small of her back. “Isn’t that right?” Ona knew this wasn’t a question but an instruction to agree with her. Lucy’s eyes held nothing but kindness, the perfect act for their friends. 

Ona nodded slightly, averting her gaze from Lucy. When she looked up at Mapi and Ingrid, she was met with sympathetic smiles and kind eyes. 

“That’s a shame,” Mapi started, looking over to her girlfriend and placing a hand over hers on the table. 

“Maybe we can take a rain check?” Ingrid continued, looking over to her girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. Ona felt guilt swelling in her chest, having to cut their double date short because she couldn’t control herself. 

“Sounds great!” Lucy enthusiastically agreed, pulling Ona in closer to her. “Right, I better get this one home before she gets any worse.” Ona could hear the sharpness in those last words, feeling like a direct attack on her behaviour. 

The two couples exchanged their goodbyes, their friends saying they hoped Ona would feel better soon. Ona and Lucy turned to leave, the latter swiping on her phone, ordering an Uber back to their apartment. 

“Just wait until we get home…” Lucy’s frustrated tone echoed into Ona’s ear as they made their way to the bar exit.

[icyhottodo]

hey, you're pretty cute!

characters: isagi, rin, reo, sae

summary: meet-cutes with bllk characters!!

contains: mentions of alcohol, isagi’s you’re of age to drink, a man harasses you in sae, in reo’s reader is described as having “longer and darker hair”, some are kind of like love at first sight, kind of not proofread, gn reader!!

wc: 2k words

nini's notes: i wanted to do more characters but im like so tired so i hope this is okay. maybe i can do a pt. 2 if i feel like it ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა

✩ ISAGI YOICHI

you originally came to the club with your friends, looking around and even hoping that you would have a fun time. but right after the small group of you guys walked through the club doors, as each minute passed, one of your friends excused themselves.

"i need to go to the bathroom; be right back!"

"imma go get some drinks."

"WOOO PARTAYYY!"

you sighed as each excuse came after the other; you were now left alone, in a club, all by yourself. you looked around, not knowing what to do when you accidentally locked eyes with a guy with deep, dark blue eyes across the room. the blue-eyed man was sitting at a table with multiple people, assumingly his friends. the man was wearing a white collared shirt and some fancy dress pants. he had a charming aura around him that made you entranced. perhaps you found him cute.

but you looked away; you had one goal in mind: to stay sober. you knew you were one of the (un)designated drivers even if no one appointed you as such. nonetheless, you sat on a bar stool and asked for some water.

after a while, you just sat there watching the dance floor. for some reason, you kept on glancing at the man you had made eye contact with before; it was just something about him that captivated you. but you looked away; you weren’t here to just ogle some cute guy across the room.

just sitting there and looking around the party was kind of… boring. yeah, it was a party and all, and people were dancing, but without the alcohol, everything seemed so bland. and you didn’t want to be the type of person to just be on their phone the whole time.

some hours went by, and you finally stood up to go to the restroom. you did your business and went back to the party. that was until you saw the cute man you were gazing at before, but this time he looked like he was extremely drunk. 

"i finally… got away… from reo…! ha…" the blue-eyed man said randomly, holding onto the walls and walking towards you. he didn't notice you when he spoke, but he caught sight of you after that. you can see the shift in his expression; his smile became lovestruck.

"oh heyyy! i noticed… you earlier.." the unknown man drunkenly walked up to you, giggling between the slurred words.

"i thought you were so cute-" "oh, there you are, isagi!"

you could see a purple-haired man walk up towards you, talking to the man you know named isagi. the sober man takes hold of isagi and starts to pull him away. "sorry! if isagi was bothering you!"

"reo.." isagi whined as his friend started to drag him away, "let me at least get their number!"

reo sighs while taking isagi to another friend of theirs, who seemed to have cyan hair. after reo leaves isagi with him. reo takes a piece of paper and writes something on it before coming back to you. "this is my friend isagi’s number. he was so interested in you once you walked in and would hate me if i didn't try to give you his number."

you smiled widely, and you guessed your fleeting feelings weren’t only one-sided. you took the paper and said, "i guess i’ll see more of you guys soon."

✩ ITOSHI RIN

you had to use the bus today, whether it was for school or work. nevertheless, you need to use public transportation at the moment. you stood by the bus stop, underneath the little roof made to shade people when it was sunny. you can see on the little notice board that the bus was two minutes away from arriving.

you start to pull out your fare when a loose coin falls out of your hands and conveniently goes down the drain. it's okay; you have another coin, right? you looked through your wallet to find any other currencies. but as you do not see anything, you start to frantically look for one, rechecking places that you have already checked.

the whole time you were trying to find an extra coin, the bus had arrived and was already taking people on it. you sighed, getting ready to start walking away from the bus stop. when a tall young guy lightly grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto the bus

"i’ll pay for it," the man said, already paying the fee. you looked at his face well; the guy who paid your bus fare had noticeably long under-eye lashes and bright teal blue eyes. you suddenly felt mesmerized by him—maybe it was because of the kind act he did or maybe because you find him cute. or both.

conveniently, both of you sat near each other, and you couldn't help but feel like staring at him. you want to help him after he helps you. he notices you staring at him and pulls down his headphones to hear what you have to say. "how can i repay you?" you asked the man.

"... you can leave me alone." what?! you weren't going to take that as an answer.

"oh come on! i want to do something more than that!" you kept on pestering him until he said something that you could help him with.

you soon learn that his name is rin itoshi but that was all you got out of him during the whole bus ride. it wasn’t until he stood up to leave for his destination that rin told you something. "since you won't stop bothering me. you can take me out on a date."

even though rin rolls his eyes, there's a slight waver in his voice as he says that. handing out his phone for you to type in your number. you were slightly shocked at how straightforward the guy is, but you smiled, complying with his request. busy doing so, that you couldn’t see how red his ears became and how he was staring out the distance at how awkward rin felt.

once you returned his phone, he said, "you’re lucky i find you attractive."

✩ MIKAGE REO

nagi had rented a new apartment unit in the city and asked reo to come over for whatever mundane help was needed in his place. or, as nagi calls it, a "hassle" to do. nagi tells him the address of his new home, but nagi might've accidentally typed the wrong apartment number because reo wouldn't think that nagi would magically have longer and darker hair.

"oh, i'm sorry, i must be in the wrong apartment." reo says, embarrassed from knocking on the wrong door number, his left hand reaching to the back of his nape with an awkward smile on his face.

"it’s okay!" you waved him off, trying to put off your feelings for this man you had just met. this man is cute as hell. you gushed in your thoughts.

"well, it was nice meeting you!" the purple-eyed man said warmly, bowing before taking his leave. you said your goodbyes and then closed your door. whatever you were doing beforehand, it was forgotten after meeting that man. 

when am i going to see him again? you thought, staring at the plain door, standing at the same spot where you had met the man. maybe you wouldn’t ever see him again.

that was until someone knocked on your door a few days later. but it wasn’t the cute man who accidentally knocked on your door before. instead, it was your new neighbor next door, a guy with snowy white hair and sleepy eyes. he was holding something in a colorful bag, and it caught your eye.

"what a pain…" your neighbor sighs; it seems like your neighbor just woke up from a nap.

"reo… my friend. i don’t know why he can't do it himself, but he wants me to give you this." the sleepy man hands you over the colorful bag, then shortly utters a farewell to you. muttering how he was going to take a nap or play some video games.

once you closed the door, you excitedly rushed to your living room and immediately opened the gift that the man you now know the name of, reo, gave you. it was a cute plushie of a lion. you looked into the bag to see if he had given you anything else; there was a small card just below where the lion was placed.

‘hey! i thought you were extremely attractive and i was too scared to give you this in person, so i got my friend nagi to do it. anyways, i thought maybe we could talk sometime? here’s my number!

xxx-xxx-xxxx’

✩ ITOSHI SAE

parties. whether you love parties or not, you are currently hating the situation you are in because of it. you were enjoying yourself on the plush couch at reo’s place.

until it was broken when a man suddenly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. you turned your head and noticed it was a man who was a bit older than you. he was balding, and he didn't particularly fit the normal beauty standards. along with the fact that his perverted expression did not exactly make you feel comfortable.

"what is a cutie like you sitting here all alone?"

"uh…" you stuttered, laughing uncomfortably. but it seemed like the man didn’t notice the agonizing tone you had.

"do you want to maybe get out of here?" if there was even a bit of space between you two, the creepy man would move even closer if it was possible. with this man around, you suddenly felt dirty, as if you needed to shower. but this icky feeling abruptly went away, and you noticed the cute guy you were eyeing earlier. the teal-eyed man harshly threw off the creepy guy’s arm around you.

you noticed how he had blush-pink hair and was wearing clothing from brands you could never think of touching. the pink-haired man wrapped his arms around you, not with a hurtful grip but a tight one. but what bewildered you was what he said next: "get your hands off my partner, and no, they’ll be coming home with me."

your eyes widen slightly, my partner? but with the current context of what was happening, you soon realized that the charming man was trying to help you get out of this situation. you lean into the touch of the young man and try to muster the best smile you can.

"yeah, he’s my significant other. whom i love so much."

with this, the man who was harassing you earlier raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "oh really? kiss each other on the lips then."

you looked at the man next to you, who was defending you. what were you going to do?! without much thought, the pink-haired man closed his eyes, puckered his lips, and started to lean in. you guessed it—you have to do the same.

following the man with long undereye lashes. the kiss seems natural for both of you; your lips molded easily to his. easily forgetting everything and everyone around you and him; they became a blur. your kiss with him felt so short, yet you had to pull back for air. you caught your breath, then went back for the kiss.

right then and there, you thought, i’ll catch his name later.

[hwayangyeon]

i have an idea for chapter 2 of actor hee x actress y/n. Like after the stuff in the bathroom, they are back to the special party later n there’s another actress approaching and doing some intimate hessture with him, and ofc our rizzseung will flirt back with her (just for fun). Afterwards y/n will be upset and try to get him back(maybe by some suggestive ways). Then he will pull u in his car and punish u for being needy in public (party). Eventually they date offically, no more situationship. That’s my idea but u can write in ur own plot and i still be your sustainable supporter 🫶🏻 sorry for any errors in grammar or vocab cuz english is not my mother language

thank you so much for your ask, sunshine <3 i actually got two requeste for the second part and i love both ideas so i decided to squeeze both of them here. also your english is amazing, don't worry <3

so combining your ask, and one of my commenters' request about needy heeseung knocking on y/n's door, here we have:

pt. 2 of this fic (i recommend reading it first) // pt.3 here

NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // heeseung hasn't fucked you enough so he's fucking you more (during met gala) // teasing, slightly rough car sex -> needy heeseung, oral sex m!receiving // 2.1k words sorry

after you kicked heeseung out of the restroom, you could clean yourself up and make yourself not look like you just got railed in a public space. thankfully that was also the last time you saw him, the rest of the gala was peaceful.

because some of the photographers and interviewers leaving, it was easier to get back to the hotel, change clothes, retouch the makeup (especially the lipstick that heeseung smudged), and get ready for the after-party.

you allowed yourself to get one drink. usually, you try to stay as sober as possible during this kind of event, it's easier to spot the paparazzis and avoid scandals, you really did not want to go through another dating scandal this year too.

on your way to order a martini, you noticed heeseung sitting at the bar. great. you were too naive to think that you won't see him again today.

but wait, he's not sitting alone, there's a woman beside him.

"what the fuck?" you said under your breath while watching how he looks her up and down with his bambi eyes, giving her the sweetest smile.

you're not jealous, but you did not risk getting caught in that bathroom for him to hit on another girl now.

fine, two actors can play this role.

you walked to the left side of the bar to find a perfect spot where heeseung can see you flirting with the guy who has already had too much to drink.

"hey," you brushed his thigh, causing him to wake up from his drunken sleep immediately.

"hey there, beautiful," you did not know him, nor was he your type but he'll do for your get back at heeseung plan.

"you're so funny," you were saying whatever, the actual play was moving your hair away from your exposed cleavage and leaning slightly towards him, laughing as if he just told you the funniest joke on earth.

it worked. heeseung was now shooting darts with his eyes in your direction, missing the bartender's head by an inch.

it took him a second to leave the girl and appear next to you, firmly grab your hand and drag you out of the room. he guided both of you to the parking lot. it was a little cool outside, so he put his arm around you, still dragging you somewhere, still not saying anything.

he's not really the jealous type, he always gets what he wants, but he did not make you moan his name a few hours ago for you to laugh at another man's jokes.

you blindly followed him into his manager's car and he closed the door behind you.

"what the fuck, y/n?"

"what? did i interrupt your conversation with the blonde?" you were happy with how well your plan went.

"she's a director's daughter, i was trying to-"

"you don't have to fuck a director's daughter to get a role, heeseung."

"you're the only one i’m fucking tonight," he smirked. come on, y/n, why are you heating up from that cheesy text?

"i'm leaving," you wanted to go but he pushed you back onto the car seats.

the cold leather touched your skin and the freezing feeling made you arch your back, which he took advantage of and put his arm under it, sliding you down so your crotch met his knee. he moved it even closer when bending down to you.

"i thought i fucked you enough already, but you're still so needy," he started sucking on your neck, "you could've just said so, i can go another round."

"fuck. hee, don't, please-"

"what?" he bit your skin, "already having trouble forming sentences? i haven't even taken my dick out yet."

"no hickeys, please," it will be so hard to cover these in the morning.

"too late." he laughed into your ear softly, "i should have marked you earlier."

fuck. you were trying so hard not to grind on his leg, but he was too close and the feeling on your core felt too good too.

his lips were devouring your neck, jaw, chin as if he couldn't get enough of you. only then you noticed his scent. his perfumes... smelled like the ones you bought for him back in high school.

"i see you're enjoying yourself," he stopped kissing you and you both looked at the wet spot you left on his thigh. fuck, how embarrassing, "but you weren't a good girl, y/n."

he grabbed your jaw aggressively, almost using it as support to lift himself up. he loved touching your face, how soft your skin felt under his hands, how red your cheeks got if his hold was too strong.

"and bad girls aren't treated well," he started unzipping his pants.

he put his two fingers into your mouth, "wanted to say something?"

no matter how much experience you've got as an actress, no role could've taught you to lie that you didn't miss this side of him. there was no point in trying to kill his ego.

you moved your head to the side, trying to talk despite the obstacles, "please, fuck me."

oh you had no idea how long he's waited to hear that. so much blood rushed into his dick, and you wouldn't have seen the shining precum drop from it if it weren't for that street lamp next to the vehicle.

he took off your panties quickly, not caring that he almost made you fall off the seats, and pushed his dick inside you, granting himself that beautiful moan he kept thinking about while talking with that blonde girl.

his thrusts so deep and rough, he made it feel like a punishment. but was it a punishment if you wanted to get it?

he leaned towards you once again, grabbing your neck with one hand and covering the top of your head with another so you don't bump it on the car's door whenever he slams you with his dick.

no one could manhandle you as he does, he knows exactly how hard he has to choke you for you to see stars and still feel him stretch you out.

your nails have been scratching his back for some time now, let's hope he doesn't have to record any shirtless scenes anytime soon.

you could feel that familiar knot in your abdomen, your climax was close.

"do you hear that clicking?" he says almost out of breath, "are you kicking something with your heels?"

"what? no," you close your eyes from the pleasure, "are you?"

he gives you a few more thrusts, then stops suddenly without any warning and looks behind himself, "shit!"

"what?" you asked calmly, still riding off the feeling.

"the paparazzi," he pushed down your dress, helped your unaware self sit up, and jumped to the driver's seat to start the engine.

"the paparazzi..?" he fucked you dumb, "fuck, heeseung!" you tried to cover yourself with the jacket he had left you, "how could you not check for them?!"

"i did!" he drove out of the parking lot and tried to find the second entry to the hotel.

thankfully the windows of the car were tinted, but if anyone saw the two of you get inside the car, they would get the idea of what was happening there.

he dropped you off at the back entrance of the hotel, mouthed a quiet "sorry," and went to park the car somewhere else.

fucking lee heeseung.

———

it was maybe two hours later when you heard knocking on your hotel room's door. you were in the middle of doing your skincare, trying not to lose your mind thinking about what happened before.

"y/n, i'm sorry," he knocked again.

"go away, heeseung," you yelled from the bathroom while applying moisturizer.

"please, let me in," he's not gonna let you rest if you don't open that goddamn door.

the second you unlocked it, he opened it and got inside.

"i didn't set that up, y/n," you could see that he was feeling guilty, even though it probably wasn't his fault.

fuck, you didn't want any scandals.

"it's... okay," you went to sit on your bed, he followed you and kneeled in front of you.

he looked up at you with his beautiful doe eyes, lips in a small pout and you couldn't resist but touch his hair, revealing his forehead.

"for the record, i think you'd look stunning in those pho-"

"oh fuck you, heeseung," you wanted to stand up but he grabbed your legs, making you sit back down.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he kissed the inner side of your thigh, and wanted to go higher but you moved back on the bed, making space for him to go after you.

he followed you like a cat and laid down between your legs. he didn't break eye contact for a second. he's looking at you in the sweetest way possible as if he didn't fuck the shit out of you twice that day already. shit, it's making you blush.

he easily read your mind because he smirked and went back to kissing your thighs.

"isn't this the best met gala you've been to?" he asked.

"it might be."

"is it because of me?"

"no, the food's better than last year. maybe they hired a new chef."

he shot his head up, his look way different than the one he was giving you a second ago.

he wanted to sit up but you grabbed his chin, "don't act like you didn't come here because you have blue balls," making him take your place and now you were sitting between his legs.

"i needed to see you," he put his hand on your head.

"yeah, i can tell," you commented the tent in his pants.

you pulled them down enough for his dick to jump out. it was already so hard and warm. you touched it and it twitched at the coldness of your hand, "sorry," you mouthed.

only you know how to work him up like that for him to uncontrollably bite his lips and grab the sheets, almost taking them off the bed.

the way your tongue licked his full length sent a shiver down his spine, the way you sucked on his tip really made it hard for him to breathe.

you looked up to see him watch you through his half-closed eyes, poor baby.

"wanted to say something?" you decided to tease him while stroking his dick with your hand.

he smiled knowing well that you were playing with him, "please."

you finally used your entire mouth and he couldn't help but slightly move his hips to get his member to go deeper down your throat. god, you were making him feel so good.

"fuck, y/n-" his quiet moans filled your whole room, the higher they got, the closer he was, "i'm gonna-"

you opened your mouth so he can see how his liquid stays on your tongue and how you swallow it after. you look so pretty while doing that.

he pulled you closer to kiss your swollen lips and brushed off your hair that got stuck in saliva on your chin.

today was a very busy day. for interviewers having to interview so many celebrities and for... other people. it was only natural for you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

———

not fully awake you could feel the sun on your face. it was a nice, warm feeling. then it stopped, maybe it was just a cloud passing by. it didn't seem to be coming back, so you opened one eye. it was heeseung sitting at the other side of the bed, covering the sunlight.

"shit," he swore quietly, trying not to wake you up.

"heeseung, what are you doing?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"nothing!" he was shocked to hear you. that's strange.

"heeseung. what are you doing?" you repeated yourself, trying to get out of the bed covers.

"it's nothing, don't worry." he wanted to stand up but you managed to grab his phone.

it took your eyes a second to focus. he was about to post a tweet saying that both of you are happily dating.

"what the fuck, heeseung?!" you tried to yell, but your voice still hasn't warmed itself up.

"wait!" he took his phone, clicked something on it, and showed it back to you, "look."

it was a photo of you leaving the after-party together and getting into the car. great.

you fell on the bed, groaning.

"what's up, girlfriend, are you hungry? do you want me to bring you food?"

"don't call me that."

he laid down next to you and kissed your neck, "but you are my girlfriend. you don't believe the headlines?"

"ask me on a date first," you pushed him off of you.

after hotel.

pt3. here

[claudemblems]

Jealous, Jealous Pt. 3 | Kaeya Ver.

Part 1 | Part 2

(Fem!Reader) I'm working on more but I haven't posted a fic/drabble in a while so here is something to tide you over in the meantime :3

Was Kaeya's vision responsible for the sudden cold temperature of the air, or was it simply the icy glare he wore that sent goosebumps along your skin?

Granted, his anger wasn't directed at you but rather at a drunk stranger that had just stumbled his way out of the Angel’s Share, clearly too many drinks in to think a single coherent thought. Kaeya had warned you many times to never go out at night without him or a trusted companion at your side, but he'd ended up staying a moment too long saying his goodbyes to Venti and Rosaria. By the time he'd walked out, the drunk patron had already invaded your personal space, slurring out his words in an attempt to flirt with the 'beautiful lady' in front of him. 

And Kaeya? Well, he was considering finally putting his cryo vision to good use. 

“It won’t hurt you to come home with me, would it?” the man questioned, the alcohol on his breath churning your stomach.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you stated matter-of-factly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not leaving until he gets here.”

“Then maybe I should make the first move before he beats me to it.”

Before the man could take another step forward, Kaeya grabbed him by the shoulder and carefully yet firmly pulled him out of the way. Upon reaching you, Kaeya took one of your hands in his own and kissed it.

“There you are, darling. Sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Hey, just who do you think you are, punk?!”

Kaeya glanced at the man and smirked. Without saying another word, Kaeya pressed you against the stone wall and slotted his lips against yours. You gasped but wasted no time melting into his touch, shivering when his hands ran through your hair and down your waist. Normally, you’d have turned into a stuttering mess by now considering that this was all on public display, but your senses were completely captivated by Kaeya—his gloved hands, his soft sighs, and the faint taste of wine on his tongue. 

Before you could get yourself drunk on his taste, Kaeya pulled away and turned towards the drunken man, a devious grin on his lips. “I’m this ‘beautiful lady’s’ boyfriend. Do you want to test your luck further, or would you rather get to your home safe and sound?”

The man’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as if he had finally snapped to his senses. Bowing his head and muttering to himself, he made the smart decision to vacate the premises. Kaeya made a mental note to ask Diluc to bar the man from entering the tavern again. 

“Thank you, Kaeya.”

Kaeya let out a sigh of relief and ruffled your hair. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Besides, I got the chance to kiss you so passionately. I should be the one thanking you instead, shouldn’t I?”

Warmth flooded your face, and in an effort to hide it, you buried your head into the crook of Kaeya’s neck. “You’re so shameless.”

“Perhaps,” he smiled. “But only when it comes to you.”

[shakesthewizard]

Untitled Stormlight OC Fic, pt 2: Shalebark

@cosmereplay, for your consideration.

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One Year Later

“Give up, Sahan,” said Rek. “You’ve got no options left. You’re beaten.”

“Like hell,” she bit at him, black hair falling in loose curls in her face. “The day I stand down to you is the day the Storms wipe this city of the map.”

Rek barked a laugh. “I admire your tenacity. If you insist, I suppose I can indulge a deathwish.” He extended his hand, rushing for her. Sahan braced, then stared in shock – he wasn’t moving how she’d predicted. No, something was off about his approach. It was almost as if...

She swept forward in retaliation, meeting his arrogant dance with a furious attack of her own. It was a risk, she knew, but she had no choice. If she was right, then he had entirely failed to see her opening. With no small amount of pride, she saw his face grow slack as he realized his mistake. Then, suddenly, she had him. He went still.

“I’ll admit, you had me on the ropes,” she said. “But true victory requires an iron will. And you just don’t have what it takes.” With a final blow, she left him defeated.

Rek sat back in his chair and laughed. Sahan grinned diabolically, taking a drink from her cup.

On the table between them was a small, square stone board, inlaid with a grid of etched lines. Within the square spaces outlined therein was a tangle of flat, rectangular stone game pieces, stacked on top of one another in what resembled towers of books.

“I told you,” Sahan gloated, “I’ve got a knack for these things.”

“And I should have believed you,” Rek conceded with a smile. “Storms, but you’ve got a mind like an axehound's jaw, woman. Two games and you’ve already got it mastered.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say mastered,” she said. “But I appreciate the complement. Now, I believe we’re about to open, and you’ve just won an extra shift.”

Rek groaned, standing. He moved away from their table near the bartop while she cleared and stored the game in a series of cinch bags. “Where shall I store this?” she asked.

“Under the bar will be fine,” he said, taking chairs from tabletops. “Open the doors, will you?”

After setting the board and bags on a shelf underneath the back side of the bar, Sahan obliged, lifting the heavy crossbar and pulling open the heavy stone doors. Immediately, a small crowd of low-Dahn lighteyes began trickling into the tavern. Guardsmen, scribes, and minor military officers made their way inside, jackets unbuttoned and hair loose.

Sahan weaved her way back behind the bar into the storage room, where they kept barrels of wine, extra chairs, and spare clay cups. She sat on a stool, letting the slightly muffled sound of the crowd wash over her.

The entry to the storage room was at an angle such that she could see out behind the bar and about half of the body of the room, but it was difficult for patrons to see inside. It made for a great roost on nights like these – when she had no work to do, but had to stay anyway. Tonight was a Highstorm night.

This tavern, the Shalebark Bloom, was also a storm shelter. It was a favorite of ninth and tenth Dahn lighteyes, who enjoyed having a place to socialize with those of their own station, without cramming into public shelters with the darkeyes.

She observed Rek as he began tending bar. They were quite a pair, in her estimation. He was in his early thirties, contrasting Sahan’s twenty-two. Where her hair was a permanently damp Alethi black to her shoulders, Rek had a receding line of red veden hair, kept short. She also technically outranked him, being herself a tenner to his first nahn, but she felt no shame in being something like his protege. When she’d first come to Kharbranth looking for work a year ago, he’d given her a place behind his bar and hadn’t asked questions. They’d been friends since, and he had made it his quest to search all of Roshar for a game of skill he could best her at. He hadn’t succeeded yet.

She didn’t startle when she noticed the spiderwebbing pattern of cracks crawling up the stone doorframe separating her den and the bar. She just reached into her pocket and retrieved a small, rectangular block of flint.

Dusk spoke. “Not going to mingle?”

“Nope,” she replied casually. She took a shallow breath, drawing in a pinch of stormlight.

“Hoping to see someone?” He asked, somewhat jokingly.

She snorted as she coated her thumbnail in light. “Not likely. She’s bound to be feasting with some noble house tonight. Besides, the storm will be hitting any second now. Doors are closed.” With her stromlight-covered nail, the flicked the block of flint. The magically enhanced friction between her it and the stone caused a small flurry of sparks to spill onto the stone floor.

At the bar, the men – there were three of them, it looked like – were still talking to Rek.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Dusk said. “It’s not why you have the power.”

“I never agreed to power,” she argued.

“You said the words.”

“You don’t want me to stop. You just want me out there, jumping from rooftops and performing feats of daring-do.”

“I emphatically do not want you jumpting from rooftops,” Dusk hurried to reply, a curl of smoke rising from the maze of fractures that were his body.

“I don’t hear you denying the other thing.” Flick; more sparks. A flamespren rose up from the ground, red like hot iron and dancing slowly, lethargically.

“As a matter of fact, I think a little daring-do would be good for your health.”

“Well I don't. I...” Sahan trailed off.

At the bar, Rek had gone still, his arms raised in a gesture of surrender. The men across the bar had grown aggressive, looming over him.

Cold ran down Sahan’s spine. One of the men – tan, with thaylen eyebrows – thrust a finger at Rek’s chest, scowling.

Dusk crackled. “Kid?” She was stock-still. The stormlight within her was pushing her up, to her feet. She forced herself not to move with an effort of will. It was like holding her breath too long underwater.

“Sahan,” Dusk hissed urgently. “Help him.”

The noise of the crowd hadn’t faltered; no one had noticed the altercation. No one but her.

She stayed still. “Dusk, I-”

She watched as Rek took a cloth sack from one of the men, filled it with spheres, and handed it back. She could see his hands shaking even from so far away.

Dusk’s voice was quiet when he spoke again; he almost sounded younger. “Please, Sahan.”

The last of her stormlight puffed from her lips. “No,” she said. “I won’t.”

The men, satisfied with their takings, turned and walked out of the Shalebark and into the riddens.

part 1

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

cruel temptations

pairings: sukuna x reader, toji x reader, gojo x reader

tags: love triangle, slowburn, bar!au, bartender sukuna and toji, club owner gojo

a/n: I will probably never make a pt. 2 but I knew I had to post this bit I wrote back in october. Sukuna’s bar is called the Atlantic Domain whereas Satoru’s is Blue Dragon.

synopsis: after a mutual agreement with bartender/owner sukuna, the new bartender whose name you learn is toji, piques your interest. however, that all may change with the arrival of one new guest.

tw: alcohol mentions

“another song?” you rolled your eyes, making your way towards the bar where sukuna stands.

“you know I come here whenever I can.”

“you sure it’s not for me?” a teasing smile plays across his lips.

“nope,” you say, popping the p. “I love the free drinks.”

from the other side of the counter, sukuna reaches for the empty glass to fill your beverage of choice. virgin piña coladas.

“you’re lucky you’re not an alcoholic,” he bickers, sliding the glass towards you before adding a decorative umbrella against the rim. just the way you like it, “or else I would’ve kicked you out already.”

you snort.

“oh please, we both know I bring in clients.”

for the last several weeks, the two of you settled on an agreement. in exchange for karaoke nights sung by you, you would receive a generous amount of free drinks.

you remember the night as if it were yesterday. your friends having brought you to a karaoke bar to sing, encouraging you to flash your ‘talent’ to those around. fast forward to three hours later, the whole bar was packed, and Sukuna was pleased with the numbers.

all thanks to someone's video publication of you in a seemingly ‘aesthetic’ bar.

it was late that night, already in the am when he proposed you come next week, with the chance to try a new drink of his; explosive coladas as he calls them.

and you surprise him next week with your visit. audiences filling the seats at a fast rate. that very night, the bartender proposes you come sing on the weekends. your pay? free drinks.

but as of late, your visits to the Atlantic Domain were gradually becoming frequent. thanks to the new bartender around, whose name you learned from a friend was Toji. you were visiting the bar day and night, including weekdays.

“you may be right,” Sukuna interrupts your thoughts with a harmless frown, “but I don’t want any snot running on my counters.”

“oh come on, you know Adele is a tear-jerker!” you defend.

“yeah? well save ‘m for the showers.”

ever since the arrival of Toji, Sukuna has taken most nights off, working at another location in hopes of opening another bar on the west side of the city.

“you should order something else besides coladas,” your friend, Utahime suggests. standing on the other side of the bar, Mei-Mei shakes a container before skillfully pouring 8 blossom shots in one go. your friend grumbles beside you, saying something about Mei-Mei's hair always looking flawless.

“Toji should be coming from his smoke break,” she informs, taking your orders. “we also have a new guest joining us tonight.”

“who?” Utahime questions.

“gojo satoru, owner of the Blue Dragon, among many other clubs and businesses of course.”

you can’t help but notice the curve of her lip when she brings up the name. it’s no surprise to either of you that anything related to money called for Mei-Mei’s attention, but she wasn’t that shallow; you knew. why him?

“Is there a reason why he’s coming?” you're thankful your friend asks the question lurking in your mind.

“could be business,” Mei-Mei grins, sliding your friend her beverage. “or pleasure.”

“he’d be an idiot to mix business and pleasure.” Utahime sourly spits before drowning her drink.

“a very rich, idiot.” Mei-Mei smiles, turning to you with a twinkle in her eye. “maybe he’ll take a liking to your singing if he stops by.”

“I’m not a show bird,” you quickly reply, “and I’m certainly not here to entertain him. plus, if he were that important, Sukuna would’ve told me.”

failing to hide the smirk across her lips, Mei-Mei rolls her eyes.

“oh you and your loyalty to that man.”

[zomyoo]

WORKS IN PROGRESS! lu... 16.O7.2024

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untitled - l.sm, fluff one-shot . . . . . . . . . to be released asap

you and dk have been married for a little over 3 years now, and watching your two-year old daughter grow by his side has been one of the many things you enjoyed.

⠀⠀⠀⟢ dad!seokmin x mom!reader ⠀⠀—⠀⠀𝗪𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗫: 1-2k

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missing you - w.jh, nsfw one-shot . . . . to be released asap

you and junhui have had, what you would call, a "special" relationship in the past, and it never led to anything. you both stopped talking after an unresolved misunderstanding but the feelings resurfaced when he saw you lap dancing someone else.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: nsfw included! use of drugs mentioned (not used by junhui or reader), alcohol consumption, blowjob, vaginal and oral sex, pet names.

⠀ ⟢ customer!seokmin x stripper!reader ⠀⠀—⠀⠀𝗪𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗫: 2-3k

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renegade - h.j, nsfw one-shot . . . . . . . to be released asap

getting paired up with the fuckboy of your school wasn’t on your bingo card this semester. you had been avoiding him ever since you recalled giving him a blowjob at a bar, and he definitely hasn’t forgotten the feeling of your mouth on his cock.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: nsfw included! blowjob, public sex, pet names, teasing, edging.

⠀ ⟢ collegestudent!joshua x reader ⠀⠀—⠀⠀𝗪𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗫: 2-3k

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀+ the vampire i loved pt.2 - nsfw

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ + rewrite the stars (p.sh) - nsfw

... and many more!

[inkheart01]

THE GODS WILL NOT GO QUIETLY

A Gladiator and a Paramour. A Scout and a warlords advisor. Friends torn down to Enemies. Martyrs and Makers. Allies reduced to Traitors. And the end of the day, who will question the gods when their toys grow boring?

PT 1- CHAPTER 1 - NIGHTMARES

WORDS - 2,229K

CHAPTER 1__CHAPTER 2__CHAPTER 3__

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.” ― Zoe Skylar

“Cavalier!”, Kaon’s dirty streets welcomed the twins, flashes of blue and pink darting through the crowds. “Volution, get back here!”, Cavalier laughed, loud and rambunctious as she threaded her digits into her brother's arm, blue eyes shining as her pink hide shon in the neon glow. 

“Hurry, Cav!”, the mech ran faster, heels clicking against stone-metal, “Can't let her catch us”, above them, towering over the doomed city, the Coliseum rose, like an obsidian claw grasping at the sky. For most, it would strike fear, ice carving through their pipes, ensnaring their sparks as they ran from the structure, but for the twins, for Cavalier and Volution, it welcomed them like a home they had never experienced. That was something that Reveree would never understand, no matter how much the twins wished it. She had become complacent in her role, settling into the cage the Blue Palace placed her in, a pretty bird who knew no better. Cavalier could not hate her for it, not her sister, not the third sliver of her glass spark. No, she could not find it in her to hate when Reveree knew no better.

But she and Volution, they had found escape, solace, companionship in the gladiators that raged beneath the thick walls of the coliseum.

“Be back before Luna 2 rises or you’ll be on sanitation for a week!”, in the distance, Reveree’s cries faded, melding into the din of the crowd as the twins ducked under the towering arches, the chaos of the pits halls welcoming them. 

“Down here!”, Cavalier pulled the mech down a slim corridor, under the thick chain barring it from public use. The thin slip in the wall was nothing but a crack, barely big enough for any true Cybertronian, but for Forgeframes, crafted to be slim and sleek, the twin sylphs ghosted through with the ease of water over weatherworn stone. “Where did he say to meet?”

“Bay six”, Volution motioned to the sign hanging overhead, “We need to hurry or we’ll miss it!”

“Quiet! If we get caught-”

“What?”, A third voice joined them in the dark, heavy and deep, and Cavalier lept back as digits ghosted over her arm. “It's a wonder you two can get anywhere” “Oryx!”, Volution hissed, squeezing past the pink femme as crimson biolights blinked on, illuminating the towering mech. “You said you'd meet us further down!’, the gladiator laughed, leaning against the wall as he pulled the twins from the passage, careful of his strength against their own. Against the backdrop of gray metal, the mech’s ruby coat shon dully, ebony horns poised atop his head as he smiled down at the two with eyes burning bloody. 

“I figured you two would use this entrance”, Even without the added height their heels afforded, the crimson mech towered over them, hiding the two in his shadow as he tilted his head, urging them to follow. “Besides, they made new rules, can't go anywhere without an escort”

“You could have warned us!”, Cavalier hissed, trotting up beside him as Volution matched her pace on the mech's other side. “Would you have listened?”, the blue bot poked at her arm, smiling gleefully as behind them, Oryx rolled his eyes. “You've been trying to see this fight for months!”

“He’s got you there”

“Who’s side are you on!”, she howled, feigning astonishment as they hurried down the hall, “You wanted to see it too!”. But his words rang true, ever since learning of the fight moments from taking place, she had been itching to see it, practically jumping out of her protoform at every chance to scrape together more credits. Cavalier had done things, terrible things, just to rid any client of their funds. She had earned names, titles, from it, but it still hadn't been enough. The deadline had crept closer, tickets selling out faster than she could bare to watch. The day the last one had slipped through her digits, she had felt wretched, inconsolable as she lay on her rumbled berth, and then, like a gift from Primus himself, Volution had burst into their shared quarters, proudly declaring that Oryx had managed to get tickets, and Cavalier hadn't cared that the mech boasted like he had saved her live, she had leapt at her brother, practically crushing him in a tight embrace.

“Yeah, but only because I have to fight him next week!”, the mounting excitement crumbled, shock and horror crashing across the twins' faces as they froze dead in their tracks, blue eyes rimmed with pink consuming one another as the gladiator continued on, unaware of the sickness pooling in his companions. “Any chance to survive Soundwave is one i'll take”

Volution was the first to speak, voice shaky as he turned stiffly, “Your fighting Soundwave”. Everyone knew of Soundwave, the undefeated gladiator so quiet he could pass as the wind itself, and everyone knew that crossing steel against the towering mech was a dance with death itself. The mech killed with ruthless efficiency, twin blades slicing like silk through the thickest armor. 

And his minibots, Cavalier felt her spark race faster at the thought of the minibots. Frenzy and Rumble, the twins, fierce as their lord and quick to match. Ravage, the panther was vicious, deadly claws and teeth severing energon lines before his opponent even knew he was there. And Lazerbeak, she had yet to see the bird perform, but she knew the lith flier was hardly something to pass over.

“You can't fight Soundwave!”, Cavalier and Volution roared, lunging forward to grab at the gladiator's hands, pulling him back and down to meet his eyes. 

“He’ll kill you!”

“Tell me you're not serious!”

“Oryx, your lifes on the line!”

“Believe me, you're good, but not that good!”

“Hey!”, Volution spun, eying his sister skeptically, “What do you mean by that!”

“It's the truth!”, Cavalier snapped, jabbing a finger into her twins chest, “You and I both know Soundwave won't hesitate to kill him!”

“Guys!”, the gladiator pulled them away from each other, spinning them to face him as they eyed daggers at each other. “It's not to the death, just first blood!”, for a moment, there was silence, then the twins turned on him with a fierce determination.

“You could have told me that earlier!”

“I can't believe you!

“That's it! I'm going home!”

“I hope he kills you!”

“You aren't going anywhere”, the gladiator scooped up the retreating Volution, throwing the shrieking mech over his shoulder as he turned to Cavalier, “And you, tell Soundwave that i'll give him a fight he won't forget”

The femme stubbornly stuck her tongue out, “Tell him yourself!”. In the mech's arms, Volution had gone still, eyes locked on the shape slipping from the darkness, heavy steps rumbling through the walls as Oryx stilled, eyes finding the shine of Soundwave’s visor. Though tall compared to the twins, the mech seemed tiny compared to the Gladiator behind him.

“Vee!”, from behind the shadow, Rumble ducked out, and Cavalier ran to pull the minibot into a tight hug. “Here to watch us pummel another sorry bot into the dirt?”

“Of course! You really think I’d miss it?”, The femme laughed as Rumble wiggled out of her arms, quickly pulling his brother from their fathers shadow. “I’d never miss your matches!”

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“Jack!”, Arcee grabbed the boy, swinging around to shield him against her side as the vehicon fired a hot volley of shots into her plating. The boy ducked against her armor, hissing as the scouring metal bit into his flesh. There was no time for apologies, not when the second ‘con came up over the ridge they had hid behind, meeting Arcees blades with a sickening crunch of metal and crystalised energon. With her free hand, the ‘bot tangled her fingers into the boy's shirt, pulling him beneath her as she rose, blaster warmed as she spun to fire at the first twin. “Scouting mission my ass”, the femme hissed, nudging Jack with her knee. “How’d it go ‘cee? Oh yeah, Fine until the fucking ‘cons showed up!”. Muttering along, she eyed the thin slip of rock they had been goaded into, hewn stone towering around them, like an ancient, inky city, weak, warm sunlight barely kissing the autobots helm as she shared up into the sky, eyes closed as she waited for the whine of a groundbridge, the humm of blasters or engines. Beneath her, the cold stone was almost metal, the quiet gray dawn, Luna 2 sinking into the rocky horizon… 

“Hey, Arcee!”, Jack knocked a fist against her shin playfully, and the ‘bot eyed him with a raised brow, noting the shadows falling harshly against his face. “Still in one piece?”, His eyes were that of his mothers, quiet, reflective, carefully cataloging any hidden injuries she could be hiding based on her stance alone. She hated it when the Darby’s did that. Ratchet might be a good doctor, but even his evaluations couldn't make her protoform crawl like the keen little daggers shared between mother and son. She hated that she had seen that shared look before, between father and daughter, blue eyes rimmed with pink. Raised brows and scepticism against her dismissal. They knew her too well.

“I'm fine”, she snapped, perhaps a little too harshly as the boy flinched back, and she felt sick at the way worry tipped sharply into concern. “Really, Jack”, Stop it, you're better than this. Eyes, blue, red, a purple femme calling her name. It's been millenia, pull yourself together! A soft cooing, sparks that matched her own. No, she wouldn't break here. “I’m just…”, she couldn't say bitchy, not when the memories hung over her like the executioner's ax. How long had it been? Her chronometer beeped. Exactly 4,065 years, 65 days, and 22 minutes since the first death. Of course today had to be the day her little family had been cleaved down the middle.

“Hey, I get it, you've been off for the last few days”, The boy shot her a lopsided smile, winking softly at her puzzled expression, “What? I notice these things”. For a moment, she felt the warmth of another from the boy, of purple paint speckled with gold, a soft hand in hers, a soothing voice calling out. And then she blinked, and the she-ghost was gone, fading with the whistling wind as she crouched, blinking away the thin energon pooling stubbornly in her eyes. 

“Thank you, Jack”, She cut her voice before the sob could claw its way out of her throat, “its…I’m sorry, there's some bad memories coming back and-”

The boy rested his hand against hers, draping loosely over her knee, “Cliffjumper?”, he almost whispered, brows raised as she lay a hand across his back. “The others said he meant a lot to you”

Arcee shook her head, “Cliff’s death hurt, but…”, the tears threatened her once more, dripping down into the bleached stone as Jack adjusted himself, clambering up to sit against her knee spike, wide, sweet eyes waiting patiently for her. “I had a sister, back before the war, a brother too”, she turned, eyes flickering as a hologram sparked to life beside the two.

“Reveree”, the first to fully form was a willowy purple femme, plating cocooning her like a draping dress. She was beautiful, Jack noted, golden flecks decorating her protoform, winglets long and thin falling behind her.  But it was her eyes that drew him in, a siren call of swirling blue and pink. The same eyes that marked Arcee, and the mech that apparated beside her. “And Volution”, The resemblances between Arcee and Reveree paled in comparison to the brother. They shared the same poise, the same smile, the same dangerous glint in their eyes. They move the same, even, sure steps that breathed power. 

He looked between his guardian and the mech before him and the sister, matching the similarities and differences. The blue between Arcee and Volution was the same, the horn from Reveree. The power, the grace, the deadly delicacy they held themselves with, Jack felt that the three were nothing but a mirror, broken and distorted through different lenses. “What happened to them?”

A tempest swirled to life in the ‘bot's eyes, her brows pulling down as her soft features turned sharp. “Arachnid”

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