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kenjunami · 4 months ago

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a night with your… boss?

warnings: 18+ MDNI, boss/employee, alcohol use, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, implied age gap (mid 20s/mid 30s), 2.2k words, not proofread

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hearing a tap on your desk, you look up.

“yes, sir?”

“is there anything on my schedule for tonight?”

looking back down at your computer screen, you scan your boss’s calendar. “no sir, you are free tonight.” you say, looking up at him with a smile.

“great. let me take you to dinner tonight. my treat.”

“sir… i- i appreciate it, but i don’t want to-“

he cut you off, “you won’t be a bother, if that’s what you’re worried about. besides, i just need a quiet place so we can talk about the upcoming business deals.”

you slowly nodded, understanding his intentions, “ok…”

he smirked before looking down at you once again, “i’ll pick you up at 7.”

you nodded with a smile as you watched him walk back to his office.

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after work, you were quick to leave and return home so you could get ready for the dinner with nanami. you knew it was in a professional setting, but you couldn’t help wanting to dress cute. after trying on multiple different outfit combos, you landed on a mid-thigh length tight strapless black dress. you opted to wear a sweater just to be a little more professional.

right at 7, you heard a knock on the door of your apartment. opening it with a smile, you see nanami standing outside your door with a surprised look on his face and flowers in his hand. he had never seen you so… alluring.

“i bought these… as a thank you for joining me.”

“mr. nanami… you really didn’t have to.” you said, taking them from him and placing them in a vase on your counter.

“it was no problem. really. and tonight just call me kento.”

you smiled while nodding, going to grab your purse off the hook.

“shall we… kento?” you said with a small giggle.

he nodded with a hum as you both exited your apartment toward his car.

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the ride to the restaurant was quick and quiet, neither of you talking very much. there was idle chatter about work and your personal lives, but nothing that required much thought.

once arriving at the restaurant, nanami spoke to the hostess, before being led to your seats: a table at the back of the restaurant in a secluded corner. noticing your hesitation, he spoke up.

“i figured privacy would be good since we will be talking about work matters.”

“ah yes… of course.”

you took your seat as the waiter came, taking both of your orders as well as dropping off a bottle of expensive wine.

“please. help yourself.” nanami said to you.

you nodded before pouring a glass for yourself. feeling stressed, you drank the wine a bit quicker than you had planned, causing nanami to raise his eyebrow.

“rough day?” he joked.

“oh… i’m sorry sir- i mean kento…”

“it’s no problem. i want you to enjoy the night.”

you blushed as you took another sip of your wine, feeling the effects slowly take over your body.

dinner went on without a hitch, both of you being able to discuss work matters without being interrupted. well, except for the fact your were borderlining on being drunk. you felt the rush, but you wouldn’t consider yourself drunk. nanami noticed this, smiling to himself, happy you were able to enjoy yourself. he knows how hard you’ve been working and he wants you to be able to relax.

paying for both of your meals, nanami helped you stand up from the table, before guiding you to his car. even though the drive back to your apartment was rather short, you dozed off in his car.

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eventually making it back to your apartment, nanami helped you up the steps to your front door. he asked for your keys, which you haphazardly dug around in your purse for before placing them in his palm. he unlocked your door and guided you to the couch in your living room, letting you lay down. all he could think about was how much of a lightweight you were.

turning to leave, nanami wished you a goodnight before he felt a tug on his sleeve.

“stay… please kentooo.”

he chuckled as you drunkenly elongated his name.

“i suppose i could stay and watch over you.”

you smiled before getting up and making him take your place on the couch. you seemed to be sobering up… at least a little.

“gonna go shower.” you said while nodding.

he nodded at you as he watched you walk away toward your bathroom. in the bathroom you slowly undressed, feeling hot all over from the alcohol in your system. once you were fully naked, you stepped into the shower turning it on hot, even though your body was already burning up. letting the water run all over your body, your mind couldn’t stop drifting to your boss. you know you shouldn’t think about him in that way, but he just looked so handsome and was so caring.

your hand wandered down your body, groping yourself before coming to cup your pussy. the alcohol in your body made it so much more sensitive than usual, causing a moan to leave your lips. you bit your bottom lip to suppress anymore sounds as you swirled your finger around your clit. you knew this was wrong but you just couldn’t help it. shaking your head, deciding this was wrong, you shut the water off stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel.

apparently, in your drunken stupor, you forgot nanami was even in your apartment, so you waltzed out of your bathroom in nothing but a towel. hearing the door open, nanami glanced up, his face immediately turning red from the sight. your skin coated in tiny droplets of water and your tiny towel that barely covered anything was all he could see.

“sir! i-i forgot you were here! i’m so sorry!” you quickly apologized when you saw him staring at you.

“no… it’s no worries. i am in your home after all.”

you gulped feeling the blood in your veins catch on fire. you don’t know what led you to, but you walked closer to him.

“sir… i mean… kento? do you find me attractive?”

your question caused him to blush even further, his eyebrow raising.

“well i mean…” he clears his throat. “i will not deny that you aren’t an attractive young lady.”

walking closer to him, loosening the grip on your towel you ask him again.

“but do you find me attractive?”

“i- i suppose so… yes.”

by this point, you’re standing over him, your towel loosely hanging around your body. you take a deep breath before making a bold move and climbing into his lap.

“do you… want me, sir?” you whispered right into his ear.

he swallowed hard as he looked into your eyes. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your towel covered breast. you could feel how hard he was underneath you, your bare pussy rubbing against his clothed dick.

as if a flip switched, he became the assertive man you knew once again, diving into your chest, pressing kisses at the top of your breasts and neck. you gripped at his shoulders, moaning out, as he sucked at your weak spot on your neck

“k-kento…” you moaned, pulling his head away from you before crashing your lips onto his.

you moaned into the kiss, your tongue entangling with his. after a minute, you both pulled away, panting, before he picked you up and took you to your bedroom.

laying you on your bed, your towel fell open, giving his eyes something to devour. he moved over you, kissing on your chest and moving his way down your body. he sucked at your nipple hard, causing a loud moan to leave your lips. continuing his way down your body, he left bite marks all over your stomach, claiming you as his. you shuddered as he finally reached the place you needed him the most.

he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your mound before spreading your legs open for him. running his thumb down your slit, he collected some of the slick drooling out of your hole. he brought his thumb to his lips, finally tasting you. he moaned once the flavor reached his tastebuds. pulling his thumb out of his mouth, he glared up at you with a grin on his face. he leaned his face closer and closer to your sopping pussy before finally pressing a kiss to your throbbing clit. your back arched feeling his tongue dance all over your pussy.

looking down, you saw him prepare a finger to put inside. you watched as he got it wet using your slick and pushed it inside. you moaned loudly while gripping his hair. his fingers were so thick, only one was enough to stretch you out. he continued fingering you and sucking your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“k-ken! fuck! ‘m gonna cum!”

he smirked as he continued what he was doing. “c’mon sweetheart. wan’ you to cum for me ok? you can do that princess, can’t you?”

you nodded with a pout as you felt your chest start to heave. without another warning, you felt your body become all tingly and relaxed as you came around his finger. your hole twitched around his digit before he pulled it out, licking all of your juices off of it.

you laid on the bed, naked and panting as you watched him get up off the bed and stand over you. he placed his hand on your cheek as he looked down at you. you leaned into his touch before he pulled away, starting to strip his clothes off. you watched in awe as your boss revealed his muscular and built body to you. you never realized his physique looked this amazing. your jaw dropped even further once he removed his slacks and underwear, showing you his giant member. you started to panic, not knowing if it would even fit inside, but knowing him, he would make sure to take care of you.

once he had fully undressed, he climbed back over you once again. you ran your hands all over his chest, causing him to shudder.

“ken… need you. please.” you pleaded with him, needing more from him.

“alright darling… are you sure you can handle it?” he asked genuinely.

you nodded, shifting so your legs were resting on his hips. he kissed your forehead before grabbing his length and prodding it as your clit. you shuddered underneath him, whining. you needed to feel him inside. he rested his head in the crook of your neck before lining his cock up with your hole. once he started to push in, you nails dug into his shoulder. it was a big stretch, causing you so much pain, and he could sense this. he lifted his head, kissing away any tears that fell from your eyes. you placed your hands on his cheeks as he pushed in further, causing you to cry out. he shushed you, reassured you, that he was right there and that it would all be over soon.

you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss hoping to distract yourself from the searing pain at your core. you wrapped your arms around his neck the same time he bottomed out causing him to groan.

“f-fuck princess… you’re so tight. gonna have to fuck this pretty pussy to make her remember me.”

you shuddered at his words. he started moving not long after, causing you to run your nails all over his back, pulling a loud groan out of him.

with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist, he started speeding up. at this point, he was pounding into you, making you see stars everywhere. he pushed a thumb in between your lips which you immediately started to suck. you tightened around him, making him curse before he pulled his soaked thumb from your mouth. he placed it directly on your clit, rubbing tight little circles on it. this made you moan uncontrollably as you bounced from his cock.

“k-kentoooo! ‘m close again! please wanna cum so bad!”

at your pleas, his hips sped up, causing you to grip onto him tighter, crying out.

“go on pretty girl. cum for me baby.”

after he spoke, it didn’t take long for you to cum around him. your pussy spasmed around his cock as he kept pumping into you.

“wan’ your cum! wan’ it inside!”

who was he to deny you? with a few more thrusts, he was spilling inside your sensitive pussy. panting, he pulled out, watching his cum spill out of you before he shoved it back in with his fingers. you whined at the overstimulation, releasing more slick around his fingers.

without a word, he got up and went to your bathroom grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. he returned to your bed, softly rubbing the cloth over your pussy, cleaning up both of your liquids.

“kento…?”

“hmm?”

“thank you…”

“don’t mention it.”

you smiled at his words before he climbed into bed with you, both of you getting under the blankets and cuddling up to each other’s side. you both exchanged goodnight kisses before peacefully drifting off to sleep.

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A/N: ok so this is probably one of the longest fanfics ive ever written😭😭i hope yall like it and please PLEASE lmk if you have any requests or improvements!! also i hate dialogue if you couldnt tell 🙏

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veroniquesboutique · 8 months ago

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Shooting Blanks - Suguru Geto x Reader

Your boyfriend Suguru Geto gets a Prince Albert piercing and makes you wait the whole 6 weeks before you can sleep with him again. You take advantage when the wait is over.

Title: Shooting Blanks

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, Explicit PV Sex, m-Overstimulation, light bondage, cum shot, creampie, cum eating, Oral Sex f-receiving, multiple orgasms, piercings, pet names (baby & darling mostly) m-Masturbation, consensual voyeurism

Characters & ships: boyfriend!Suguru Geto x Reader

Word count: 4.2k words

18+ Minors DNI!

More explicit below the cut

6 weeks. You had to wait 6 whole weeks to have sex with your beautiful boyfriend, Suguru Geto, as his newest piercing healed. Those weeks were very, very long, and when you received the calendar notification that your waiting period was up today, you almost left work early to greet him at the apartment, but he beat you to it, texting you as you were gathering your things to stay put because he was going to be home late, and it wasn’t worth using the sick time. So you sat down and got absolutely no work done for the next few hours as drool pooled in your mouth thinking about the terrible things you were going to do to him when you got home.

He beats you to it, though, because as you finally get home and slip your shoes off at the door, your boyfriend sidles up behind you and covers your eyes with his large, masculine hands. You hum in enjoyment, leaning back against his chest to feel his body against yours. It’s so warm, and he hulks over and around you, encapsulating your body in his wide stance. He smells of syrupy vanilla and smoky bourbon and shampoo in his long black hair wisping over his shoulders, over your shoulders, tickling your nose as he leans in close to your neck and breaths in deep.

“Hello, my love,” He murmurs, a smile on his lips pressed against the soft skin of your neck, and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation because 6 weeks is the longest amount of time, you think. It must be because it feels like an eternity since you last had him thrusting roughly into you, and the thought alone makes your knees weak.

“Hello,” You purr back, attempting to turn to him to make eye contact, but he follows your movements, keeping his hands covering your vision the whole time, “Something specific you’re hiding from me?”

“Just a surprise,” His voice is already slick with want, deep and rumbling and warm just like the heat radiating from his body.

“I love surprises.”

“I know,” He whispers before slowly starting to lead you into the bedroom you two share. Your steps are slow and shuffling as you try to avoid the corners of furniture that frequently like to bruise your shins, but finally, he sits you down on the bed. He blocks your view, towering above you, and he shimmies his tie off from around his neck. The silky, thin fabric shines in the lamplight as he reaches around you and binds your wrists together. You smile up at him; this territory is familiar, and after this long, anything this kinky is going to finish you in mere minutes.

“This is my kind of evening,” You whisper, starting to lean back, but he grabs you by the top of your head and sits you back upright. He is strong, he is stern, not forceful but commanding.

“You stay here. Sitting like this.” It’s an order, not an ask, so you sit up a little straighter and lick your lips. He finally moves out of your way, and sitting in front of the bed is a single chair. You can’t help but scrunch your face in confusion.

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see,” He teases, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt with one of his hands and grinning at the torture he’s putting you through. You whine a little in desperation and frustration, but when the shirt falls from his shoulders and he flexes just for you, turning at the waist briefly to show off his back, you fall silent in awe. He chuckles and unbuttons his pants and lets them slip to the floor.

Geto is not wearing any underwear underneath.

His cock stands at attention before you, and you gasp, slurping up the drool dripping from your lips, locking eyes with the shiny new appliance adorning the tip of his impressive length.

The look of this piercing against his tan skin is not, on paper, surprising to you. He has other piercings - his earlobes have been done since high school, he said, and he had a lip piercing when you first met him, and he was bragging about how he had gotten his nipples done on your first date. These embellishments to his already perfect skin made him even more irresistible.

This piercing, however, makes a record scratch in your brain. It is beautiful, hugging the tip of his cock like your tongue does when it’s in your mouth, and it makes you want to rub your fingers against it, rub your tongue against it, feel it pressed against your most sensitive bits because he promised he’d do that when he told you he was going to be getting his Prince Albert done and needed a 6 week recovery window without temptation.

He smiles when he sees your eyes locked on his prize. “You like it?”

“I want it,” You whine out, shifting your weight on the bed as the heat starts to build between your legs. What is he doing? Why hasn’t he ripped your skirt, pushed it up to your waist, and slammed right into you?

“Ah, ah,” Geto teases, and finally you peel your eyes up to his, and they are looking awfully mischievous right now. “You are going to watch.”

“Watch?” You ask in disbelief. He wants you to just watch? Has he even seen himself? Does he know how hard that is?

“Watch,” He commands again, letting the words drip like hot honey off his tongue as he sits in the chair, legs spread facing you, his length already hard and dripping and bouncing off his toned abs. Your eyes are glued to his cock, and his eyes are glued to the absolutely crazed look on your face as his hand comes up to grip himself. His thighs tense at just that touch, and a shiver rips through him. “It’s been a while for me too, darling.”

He brings his hand slowly up his length, and he lets his head drop back, and you finally take in all of his body before you. His jaw is tense, and as he gulps down a breath of air, you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and it takes everything in your power to not sink your teeth into his neck. His chest is flushed red, and his arms and shoulder keep tensing as he slowly fists himself. His thighs - his beautiful, thick thighs - stretch out wider, and you have full view as his fingers travel up and down his length, a slick noise from the movements making your body ache for him.

He lets his thumb brush against the piercing, and the feeling sends a shock through him, his neck tensing.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You coo, watching him for a reaction, and he groans, rolling out his neck and brushing against it again.

“So, so good.”

“Am I going to get to watch you cum?” You ask, your voice dark and daring, and he pushes his hips up into his hands with another groan

“You’re supposed to be watching not talking.”

You grin, knowing you’re getting him all worked up. “I just want to taste it, baby. I just want to taste it so bad.” He lets out a softer moan at your words, and his hand speeds up, rubbing over his tip and all the way down his length, and his other hand is gripping the seat of the chair. “Please won’t you let me taste you?”

“You’ll get what you want soon,” He breathes out, lolling his head back up to look at you through his eyelashes. A blush has covered his face as well, his hair sticking to a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes are glued to yours. You bite your lip and nod softly.

“I need it. I need you to fill me up, Suguru. Please, please come fuck me,” You beg, and you watch his pupils dilate and shrink. His grip tightens, and you see the veins throb in his cock in his hand as he drips all over his own fingers.

“Do you really need me?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need you. Ruin me, I need you to ruin my body,” You coax, sitting up on your knees, your eyes flitting back down to his length as he pulses, throbs, twitches in his hand. The tip has become a beautiful violet color, sticky and wet with his mess, and his own eyes flutter close as his breathing stutters. “I want all of it, baby.”

Suddenly, he stands, kicking the chair out from underneath him, and he’s beside you in seconds. He still fists his cock with one hand, but with the other, he pushes you down on your back and slides you to just the right angle under him on the side of the bed. Placing one foot on the bed and the other firmly on the floor, he leans his head back, pushes his hips forward, and lets himself cum.

It douses your body, clinging to your neck and collarbone, the thin fabric of your shirt, staining your skirt, dripping onto the sheets from where it hit your arm, it’s in your hair, and somehow, none of it landed on your tongue, sticking out enticingly, and you are just a little furious.

The anger melts away seconds later when he’s pushing your skirt up to your waist, pulling your panties off in a singular swift movement, pulling your shirt up over your face, pushing your legs wide apart, and burying his cock to the hilt in you with no resistance. You call out, arching your back at the sudden feeling of fullness, but his softening cock hardens right back up inside you, and you can suddenly feel his new piercing pressing against your G spot like its a doorbell, and your tongue goes stupid. You can’t even think it all feels so good.

“Is that what you wanted?” He groans in your ear, enveloping your body with his, and he thrusts once experimentally, and the cry that rips from your throat at how nice it feels after so long would be embarrassing if your legs weren’t already shaking with pleasure. You’re lost in the foggy haze of arousal, unable to say anything to Suguru, simply panting into his mouth as his lips find yours, sucking on your tongue as he starts to pound into you.

“I….need….you…” You moan out of your mouth between hiccups as his hips ram into yours, and your brain turns to mushy white noise each time his tip hits deep into you, spasming all of your muscles into what might be the best orgasm you will ever have.

“You have me, darling, you have me,” He whispers comfortingly into your ear. You arch your back, your jaw wretched and frozen open as you try to pull in air. With an uncontrollable need to get him to fuck you deeper, harder, rougher, more more more, you wrap your legs around his waist and push him into you, and it makes him chuckle so deep in your ear that it vibrates your spine and you have to grip the sheets with your still bound hands to keep yourself tethered to the moment.

“More, please, more,” You moan, desperate, and he obliges, pulling your legs up so your knees are to your shoulders, and this new angle splits you open. You have never felt this full before, and at this point, you’re past an orgasm. Your brain is melting out your ears as your pussy throbs around him, and it pushes him on, slamming into you harder and faster, and your bound hands can finally claw at his thighs under you, leaving red angry marks as you try to pull him even closer

“I’m going to cum again,” He grunts, gripping your hips even harder, and you nod, bobbling your head dumbly at his words

“Inside me, please, please.”

That’s all it takes for him to lose it, and you feel him sputter inside you, pouring himself into you, warming you from the inside, melting you, and makes your toes curl. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his fingers are gripping you so hard that they’ll leave bruises, but it doesn’t matter because the look on his face leaves you needing even more.

“Again, please, more,” You beg, and it breaks his concentration on the pleasure pulsing through his veins.

“I don’t know if I can go again-” He starts, leaning back, but you push up onto your knees and interrupt him.

“I am going to milk you dry, Suguru,” You declare, determined, as you push him back onto the bed, his head lolling off the end.

“Wait, love, hold-” But you cut him off as you settle in his lap, taking his again softening length and settling it between your slick slit before grinding against him. His piercing is now brushing against your neglected clit, and it feels like your body is on fire with the lightning electricity dancing across your skin at every touch. You can feel his cum dripping out of you and onto him, and when he moans, he looks back up at you with pain and pleasure covering his face, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard that it might draw blood. “It’s too much,” He whispers, but you can’t stop yourself.

“I need to fuck you again, Suguru, please, I need more.” You feel your begging work as he lengthens, hardens, grows in your wetness, and you sit up on your knees, and when you guide him into you, Suguru’s hands shoot up to your waist with a cry.

“Gentle, please.”

“Okay, baby, yes, gentle,” You nod, you agree, you babble, but your hips say otherwise as you bounce up and down on his length, speeding up when you hear him whimper and moan and whine beneath you because it is simply too much for both of you. His legs tremble, and you settle into his lap again, grinding against him so you can rub your clit against his pelvic bone and feel him kiss your cervix and you’re wild with how badly you want to cum. “Use your hands, please, please, please-”

And he obliges, taking the thumb of his free hand to press against your clit, and you clench around him in response, and when you see the tears start to bubble in his eyes, it just urges you forward, grinding against him at as punishing a speed as your hips could manage. Your walls are spasming with pleasure, and it ripples up his length, and you can feel his heartbeat inside you. Your pants melt to moans, loud loud moans of his name and curses and pleading for him to make you cum. His cheeks are bright red, so pretty, and his hair is sticking to his wet skin all over his body, and his breathing is harsh as you push him closer and closer to an edge.

“I can’t cum anymore,” He groans, and the bite of his nails in the flesh of your hip is delectable.

“I can,” You let out a soft giggle, and his ab muscles contract at the sound. “I haven’t even once!”

“My love,” He’s nearly begging now, and you can hear the wobble of overwhelmed tears in his voice, but it makes you wetter, faster, slicker, needier.

“I want you shooting blanks at the end of this,” You purr, and as you arch your back and crane your neck to stare at the ceiling, you reach back with your bound hands and palm at his flesh, dragging your fingers up his inner thighs, near the base of his length, gripping at his balls. His knees stutter, his breathing stops, and you feel a weak release deep inside you again.

However, you still haven’t cum, and as he whimpers below you, all you want is more.

You still on his lap and push out your bottom lip in a pout. “Suguru, more, please more.”

He brings his hand up to your mouth, cutting off your words, and he catches his breath, sniffling and sucking back tears. His chest bounces with his sporadic breath, and when he finally picks his head up, he looks barely there, lost in a fog of sex and pleasure behind his eyes. His arm is weak, shaky, and his legs vibrate underneath you.

“Just give me a moment,” He whispers before slowly slipping three of his fingers into your mouth. You take it greedily, licking at his skin, swallowing him down as far as he’ll go, sucking frantically needing more. He smiles up at you, so soft it slows your heart just a tad, before he shifts underneath you, picks you up, and places you on your back on the bed. Removing his fingers, he slides down your body, spreading your legs and resting his head on your inner thigh to stare at your messy, sloppy core. “Let me clean you up a little.”

You nod, knowing exactly what he means, needing exactly what he means, and when his tongue slowly drags up your skin to your slit for the first time, you writhe into the pillows, gripping the sheets as a new flooding warmth of pleasure courses through you.

Suguru’s cock was great, but his tongue did things no one could dream of. Absolutely magical, mind-boggling things, and as he licked the cum dripping out of your opening, it shot the pleasure you were looking for directly into your brain. He is slow and deliberate with his movements, sticking to cleaning you, making sure to lick every inch of skin he can reach. He presses soft kisses to the sensitive parts of you, and you can’t help but pant like a dog in response, spreading your legs even wider for him to reach.

His tongue swirls inside you, dipping deep, and you grind your hips softly against his face. When you look down your nose to sneak a peek of the action, you match his eyes as he watches your every reaction, and it absolutely ruins you even more to know he’s getting off on pleasuring you. You grip your hands into the sheets behind you, humping harder against his face, and he lets you use him to chase your high.

“Suguru,” You whine out, carrying out the vowel into a high-pitch squeal.

He takes this as a sign you’re close, and it’s when he replaces his tongue with two fingers deep and fast inside you and sucks your clit between his lips that you finally lose it. You feel the waves of orgasm finally overtake your brain, and it rushes out of you from between your legs and all over Geto’s face. Your back arches almost painfully into the feeling, and you press your face into the pillow next to you to drown out the loud cries involuntarily escaping your throat

“That’s it, good girl, just like that,” He moans against you, continuing to lap up the wetness spilling from you, and your body convulses with the feeling until your brain is mushy and content.

Unfortunately for you, Geto wants his payback.

Just as you settle into the feeling of finally, finally being relieved of the throbbing need that had been pestering you for 6 straight weeks, you look down at him between your legs and see him gently stroking himself again.

“You taste so good, my love,” He murmurs, and suddenly, you’ve been flipped on your stomach, and he’s positioning you on your knees and spreading your legs wide to fit his overwhelming presence.

“Again already?” You ask, wiggling your hips enticingly, and he slaps your ass in response.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, and you can feel his length prodding against your sensitive hole.

“Aren’t you a little shit?” You mock back, but you take your hands, still stuck behind your back, and spread you ass cheeks apart for easy access. “I’m all yours, baby.”

And he takes that as permission, pushing deep into you again, and it hurts so good that your toes curl immediately and you see stars in your vision as he bottoms out, draping his body over you and fucking into you with relentless speed. You squeak every time he hits deep inside, your mouth stuck open like a doll.

“I…thought…you…were…tired…” You manage between thrusts, and he rumbles laughter into your ear that shakes you straight down to your cunt.

“And then I saw how hot you are. God, you’re fucking irresistible,” He presses open mouth kisses against you back, his lips stinging your back with greed. It’s when he digs his teeth into your back that you can finally feel the gears in your brain turn, and you yelp a little at the pain. You can feel the piercing rubbing against your walls, making your stomach flutter and your toes curl as it pokes and prods.

“I-I like it,” You mumble into the sheets, and when Suguru lightly hums for clarification, you groan it louder. “I like the piercing!” He buries himself deep in you and kisses the soft spot below your ear.

“Good, that was the point.” Another hard thrust. “Touch yourself, darling.”

He barely even had to ask. Your fingers find the bud between your legs, and soon, you’re frantically chasing another orgasm as his hips rocket against yours. Your walls throb in time to his heartbeat in his cock, and if you thought about it for a while, you’d probably think it was romantic, but right now thinking is hard, and it’s probably for the better that the only thing in your brain is just Suguru’s name like a chant to the Gods.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, you feel so good all used like this,” He moans, massaging the flesh of your thighs with his thick fingers, and you can feel the blood rushing to the irritated skin, your nerves sensitive from his manipulation. You press harder against your clit, and your toes curl with need, a wet moan slipping from your lips.

“So big, Suguru, so big,” You mumble, clenching around him to punctuate your thought, and he stutters at the feeling. You turn to see his eyes roll to the back of his head as he gives you a few more thrusts before falling atop you, kissing you, licking at your lips, biting your tongue. His cock spasms inside you, barely leaking the little he has left to give.

The feeling deep inside is victorious, and it helps push you over the edge to your own final orgasm. It has you screaming out, your whole body vibrating with pleasure that turns your vision white before collapsing from your knees. Geto falls atop you as well, careful not the crush you but fully enveloping your much smaller body. Curling up against him, you moan, almost purring, in pleasure, and he welcomes you to him by wrapping his arms around you.

“That was wonderful,” You whisper, stretching your neck to kiss his nose as he finally reaches around to untie your hands. With a brief rub at your wrists, you shift and turn, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You are as close to him as you physically can be, and sometimes even that doesn’t feel like enough.

“It was a lot, that’s for sure.”

“That’s what happens when you make me wait.”

“It was six weeks!” He scoffs a laugh, disbelieving but still playfully smirking. You laugh too, letting a warmth cover your face.

“I genuinely think six weeks is the longest we’ve ever waited. Honestly, give me a half hour, and we can go again.”

He groans, crossing his legs just at the thought of the feeling. “I’m going to need a few days.”

“A few days?!” Your mouth drops open, and he laughs again at your reaction.

“If I promise to go down on you again tonight, do you think you can make it?”

You purse your lips in fake consideration before giving him an over-exaggeratedly sad nod. “I guess, if you hate me, that’ll do…”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous!” He grabs a pillow and gently bats the top of your head with it.

“All I’m saying is don’t ever make me wait that long again,” You wink, and he kisses your forehead softly, pulling you closer.

“Was it worth it?” He whispers, pressing his hips towards you, and you nod wildly.

“You tell me,” You coax, and you reach down, gripping his cock suddenly in your hand, rubbing your thumb along the cool metal of his piercing. He shivers, pulling away quickly.

“Watch it!”

“Worth it, but I never want you to do it again.” You sigh in relief, wiggling from his grasp to lie on your back on the bed. You spread your legs wide, showing a new slick wetness off to him before shooting a glance over at him, your eyebrow high on your face. “Ready to go now?”

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greg-montgomery · 1 year ago

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hiii first of all let me say i am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE with your blog and that everything you post is amazing <333

.....and since your requests are open, let me give you the receipt to kill me 😈 (or to make my day, it depends)

so that would be a scenario involving hotch x reader + reader ovulating (or in the days before cycle when the hormones are all 🥴🦋🥰🤭🤤) + him being condescending in bed

my brain is fixated on this and I was waiting to request this to someone

⚠️ i am a consent-queen anon and i invite you to write this only if you can/feel like it/have the time to. If not, delete the ask bc i don't wanna make you uncomfortable, you're so sweet in your interactions <3

hiiii <3 you're so sweet!!! i'm super late to this, but i hope you're still around and get to read this and enjoy it <33 ilysm!

minors dni - 18+

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Those damn profilers….and you had to be the one to be dating one of the best of them. It was impossible to hide from Aaron.

It wasn’t common for you, wanting to hide things from him. He was the one who you trusted more than anyone else in your life. But sometimes, you felt…embarrassed of things.

Like that evening, you wanted to have sex with Aaron, but didn’t want to be the one who initiated it again. You were the one who was all over him the night before and that morning. It felt almost humiliating having to ask for sex again.

But you weren’t at fault. Aaron had just come home from work and he was so tired, he didn’t follow his usual routine of taking his suit off and running into the shower. That was the reason you felt guilty for wanting to disturb his resting time. But that was also the reason you wanted him so bad; his suit, his untied tie, the sweat on his forehead. And maybe also the fact that your little period calendar app had reminded you yesterday that you were ovulating.

Still, no matter how much you were trying to conceal your sudden and very much desperate desire for your boyfriend, he was clearly onto you.

“Why are you staring at me, honey?” he asked, not bothering to lift his head to look at you. His eyes were glued on the screen of his phone, going through his emails.

“Just missed you, that’s all.”

“I missed you too, baby.” His deep voice calling you ‘baby’ only worsened your problem. Maybe you just had to get some alone time and take care of it.

“Um…I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?” you said.

“Now?”

“Yeah. Did you wanna go first?”

He finally lifted his gaze from his phone and looked at you with a smirk. “Are you really that desperate?”

“What?”

Aaron threw his phone on the cushion next to him and spread his legs wider. “On my lap.”

As if you were under a spell, you got up without even thinking it, walked towards the couch, and straddled Aaron’s lap.

You were so turned on that even that light touch of your body meeting his sent sparkles to your clit.

His large hands went straight to your exposed thighs, rubbing them up and down.

“My princess,” he said leaving a small kiss on your lips. “Haven’t I told you that I want you to always ask me for what you need?”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell you’re struggling,” he said with a soft laugh. And with a tone that suggested that you were pathetic he added, “You’re horny, aren’t you?”

“Aaron,” you whined, and hit him playfully on the arm.

“Aren’t you?” he repeated.

You were too embarrassed to reply with words so you just nodded your head.

“See? I can always tell what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” he said, his hand cupping the side of your face, “so you may as well just ask for what you want. It’ll save us both time.”

“You’re being mean,” you said.

“Am I still going to be mean if I get you off?”

Embarrassed or not, his words made your eyes sparkle.

“That’s what I thought. Now take off your clothes,” he ordered.

As you were getting undressed, Aaron unzipped his pants and took his cock out. When you got to the part of taking off your underwear he started stroking himself slowly, not taking his eyes off you for a moment.

You were almost drooling watching him still all dressed up touching himself, and the ache between your legs was getting unbearable.

“Come back here,” he said, once you were fully nude.

His thumb started touching your clit, circling it in a slow pace that made your knees already tremble. “Aaron…”

“Do you like it?”

“Mhm…” you said biting your lip.

“You can be louder, sweetheart. No one’s home but us,” he said and slipped his middle finger in you.

“Ah…”

Aaron’s fingers were thick, and could make you see stars. But at the moment, nothing but his cock could really satisfy you.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Aaron, I can’t…”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in slightly to leave an open mouthed kiss to one of your nipples. “Okay. I’ve got you.”

He kissed the spot between your breasts and looked up at you with a smile. “You really need me, don’t you baby?”

“So bad,” you admitted.

With that, he pulled you down by your hips, and you took his hard dick in your hand, guiding it into your hole.

“My God,” you moaned at the feeling of him finally filling you up. “Aaron…”

He threw his head back and swallowed harshly at the feeling of your pussy around him. “Ah baby…”

Aaron’s dick was big just like everything else about him, which was exactly what you needed; feeling him deep inside you, hitting every spot that made your thoughts blurry and left you thinking only his name.

Your movements were desperate, riding him and taking him all in like you needed. His hands were on your ass, not to guide you but more for his enjoyment.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him deeply, wanting to devour every drop of this man’s body. “You feel so good inside me,” you moaned against his mouth.

“You like it, baby?”

“I love it.”

You pulled away just enough for him to move his hands and cup your tits, massaging them as you rocked your hips against his.

“You always take it so well. If only you could see how desperate you look, baby. Just a dumb girl who’s always thinking about my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Aaron. Yes,” you moaned, and the built up in your lower belly got bigger and bigger.

Aaron started rubbing your clit, faster than he did at the beginning, watching your movements getting more and more clumsy as you were getting closer towards your release.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“That’s my good girl. Come on, baby. That’s my girl.”

Aaron’s encouraging words, his finger on your clit, and his dick buried in your pussy had you clenching around him and moaning his name. “Fuck.”

“Kneel for me. I wanna cum on your face,” he moaned.

Still feeling numb between your legs, you got on your knees in front of him and watched him as he stroked himself. Soon he painted you with his cum, and you enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid on your skin. It made you feel his.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch 🪐#ask #nsfw.

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thebearer · 1 year ago

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we need a carmy imagine for when she goes into labor with willow!

"Hello?"

"Hey, Carmy." You sweet voice flooded through the phone from the other line, making him relax, pen tapping against the order forms for new produce, a few more replacement dish ware.

"What's goin' on, beautiful? You alright? Teddy ok?" Carmen asked, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear.

"We're good. I'm on my way to drop Teddy off at Aunt Sugar's." Your voice lilted, rising to that cooing high octave that had Teddy squealing with excitement. "She's gonna watch her for a few days."

"What?" Carmen frowned, looking at his calendar. You didn't have anything planned, not that he could remember. "Why-Why would Sugar be-"

"Oh, I'm in labor." You said, plainly, a simple little hum like it was nonchalant.

"What?" Carmen boomed, dropping the phone and pressing it back against his ear.

"Yeah, my water broke about an hour ago." You hummed. "I packed the bag and called the hospital and Sugar, and-"

"-You called Sugar before me?" Carmen snapped. He took a deep breath, snatching his keys and jacket before bounding out of the office. "Are you driving right now?"

"Carmen, they're not that bad right now." You rolled your eyes. "They're still really far apart. We've got a long way to go. God, I hope it isn't as long as it was with Teddy. I thought I was gonna die-"

"-Listen. You get to Sugar's and-and stay there." Carmen said fiercely. "I will be there in a few, ok?"

"Alright, Carmy." You sighed gently. "I already-oh." You hissed gently a deep breath pulling out of your throat and out your nose slowly.

"What? What's goin' on?" Carmen was already in his car, shouting something to Richie about you being in fuckin' labor before peeling out into the street.

"Just a little contraction. It's alright." You sighed, your grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Pull over, right fuckin' now." Carmen's voice was tight and commanding. "Now. And tell me where you're at."

"Carmy, I'm almost to Sugar's. I'll just-"

"I'm not doin' this with you. Pull over, now." Carmen hissed. "Please. Don't fight me on this, ok? I don't want anything to happen to you or Teddy or the baby, ok? Pull over. Tell me where you're at. I'll be there soon."

So you did, of course you did. Your brain going foggy when he used that tone, rarer now that you had a baby, but still clouding your brain into submission. "We're at Target. The one on the corner before Sugar's neighborhood." You put the car into park, running a hand over your stomach trying to rub out the cramp. "Carmen, I'm so close and I'm fine. I can just-"

"-Stay." Carmen's voice quipped with an edge that had you pouting lightly. "I'm five minutes away, baby. I'll be there soon."

Sugar and Carmen pulled in around the same time, Carmen fussing over you while he got you out of the car, tossing the keys to Pete to take. You peppered Teddy's face in kisses, soft coos and promises of a baby sister while Carmen drove you to the hospital.

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babiesdreams · 1 year ago

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Advent Calendar

Day 14: Bang Chan +18

"Kneel" he repeats. You don't intend to obey but your body doesn't respond to your brain's orders anymore. Deep down you know, you're his. You look up to him. His grin grows, mischievous, provocative. "You're gonna suck daddy's cock pet" It shocks you that he's able to speak such words with that good-boyish face.

There's doubt on your face and he seems to notice it quickly. "What's wrong baby girl?" You look away from his hungry eyes. "I haven't done this before" you confess. His expression switches to a full-on smirk. "I'll teach you, Open your mouth" he groans.

You open your mouth, already expectant of what this lesson holds for you. He's only half erect so it's not hard to fit his full length into you mouth. His hands grab your hair. One twists your ponytail around his wrist while the other simply pushes you closer to his body.

The first thing you notice is how soft his dick is, compared to how rough it felt when he was thrusting into you. His foreskin gets pushed back as you lips go further down his length. You reach his balls with your chin, his tip reaches the back of your throat. Already. Even though he's not fully hard yet.

His hand moves your head side to side, keeping his length fully inside of you. There's unusual noises provided by the friction between his tip and your throat. "Good girl" he growls before he pulls your hair, forcing your head to follow and, consequently, his length to pull out your mouth.

You look at him, puzzled about what his next move might be. "Open" he orders and you prepare yourself for another round of deep throating him, but instead he spits. It drools down his mouth directly into yours. It's hot and minty. "Swallow" you don't even think about it and do so, opening your mouth right after to let him know it's gone down your throat already.

"Good pet" he compliments briefly before moving your head back towards his length. You can tell the difference right away, it's wider and longer. Still soft and obviously wet. There's a bitter taste to it too that you quickly relate to his precum. He moves your head up and down his dick this time.

There's something comforting about not having to worry on wether you're doing a good job since he's doing it all for you. You gag a couple of times when his tip enters on your throat, slightly tho, enough to make you gag. He stops suddenly when his dick is fully inside your throat, holding the position for a couple of seconds. It makes you gag as you're trying to breathe. When he pulls you away you breathe heavily.

His thumb caress your lips, spreading the mix of your saliva and his pre cum over your soft lips. You look up to him, this heated session has affected you terribly. Your panties are dripping wet, drooling oto the floor. Your breath is still agitated, messy. His thumb slowly enters your mouth, opening it up slightly. "I'll teach you how to use your tongue now" He announces, making your whole body throb in expectation. "Imagine my thumb is my tip. Play with it"

You get encouraged by his words to explore the different things you could try to do with your tongue. You first try to do circular motions, around his thumb, he seems to like it since his grin grows. "Suck" He orders. You close your lips around his thumb and suck as hard as you posibly can. His finger leaves your lips with a pop, you look up seeking a sign of approval. "Good girl" He compliments.

He walks away, towards a drawer on the other side of the room. He comes back with a thick leather collar, attached to a leash. He secures it around your neck, holding the end of the leash. There's a strong pressure forcing you to move. You crawl following his figure. He pauses, looking at the spot where you were kneeling seconds ago. "Look at the mess you made" He spits out pointing at the puddle you left on the wooden floor.

He pulls the leash, forcing your body to crawl back to the spot. "Lick it" He simply orders. You look at him, questioning his orders, which he clearly notices. He bends, putting his hand on your head. His hand grabs your poytail and pushes your face towards the floor. You stick your tongue out and start licking your bitter fluids.

When you think you're done cleaning the mess, he spits next to your face, creating a new spot on the floor. "You left a spot" He points out, moving your head so that you lick it clean too. When you finish he lifts your head by pulling the leash towards him "Good girl" He growls. "Since you've been such a good girl today, I'm gonna let you choose where you want me to cum"

Your heart pounds and your breaths deepen. "Inside" You whisper. "Inside where?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow. "My pussy" Your voice gets quieter out of embarassment. "You didn't ask propertly" You roll your eyes and that seems to awaken something in him. His hand moves towards the collar and he undoes it, wrapping his hand around your neck instead. He lifts you up holding only onto your neck. "Ask propertly" His voice is deeper than before, it has a dark undertone that sets your mind on panic.

"Please cum inside my pussy" You beg with the limited ammount of air that gets through your lungs. "What else?" He asks, impatient. "Daddy" You whisper the magic word. He throws you to the bed, your body falls into the mattress, getting wrapped in the soft and comforting feeling of the bedsheets.

His hands grab yours, positioning them on your knees, keeping your legs opened. His throbbing dick enters you with no difficulties, he goes all the way in at once, reaching your cervix with his tip. Your insides spasm around his thickness. His hands lay on the sides of your neck, as he repositions himself his dick shifted inside, provocking a loud moan to escape your lips.

His thrusts start off slow, giving you the chance to adjust to his length, but it grows quickly turning harder with every thrust. When his fingertip reaches your clit, making circular motions over it you can't help but roll your eyes all the way back into your head. Loud moans keep filling the room, they mix with his deep groans and heavy breaths.

Your high shakes your whole body, contracting your walls around his dick. His hot cum fill you in so nicely that when he pulls out you feel the need to protest the sudden emptyness. His body lays next to yours and you see his personality transform in front of your eyes. Soft look, cute smile, tender strokes on your sensitive skin, mixed with kind words of affirmation. Your boyfriend was suddenly back to normal.

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#kpop #kpop imagine #kpop smut #stray kids smut #stray kids reactions #stray kids #stray kids masterlist #bang chan #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios

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galamalion · 1 year ago

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୨୧. 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍'

summary. you and sanji go on a date to pick out some perfect pumpkins for the season.

⤷ contents. vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader, fluff + romance, sanji being a sweetheart

⤷ notes. hello! i'm going to try and write a lot until the end of october in order to get out all my halloween ideas, so this'll be the first! enjoy this little pumpkin date <3

autumn was your favorite season for a very long list of reasons.

first of all, its beauty had no comparison. watching the leaves change colors from emerald to cherry red all over the course of a couple weeks was a sight you could never tire of, in awe of nature’s power over its creations.

secondly, the anticipation for halloween was impossible to ignore, and you already had both your costume picked out and a list of activities to take part in the moment the calendar turned october first.

and lastly, the flavors that arose during the chilly season were absolutely exquisite. a hot apple cider for those cold afternoons, or a slice of pumpkin pie made by your one and only personal chef.

“ah, mon chou~! how about this one?” he called out, holding a pumpkin high above his head for you to see.

sanji really was a dream come true, acting as your prince during your weekly fall outings, participating alongside your autumnal activities. he would find you the most brilliantly red leaf among a raked up pile, helped to sew your matching costumes, and he would make your favorite fall treats for you! he was attentive, elegant, and the greatest boyfriend you would ever get.

“a little bigger, sweetie! i wanna do some pumpkin carving with it!” you shouted back, scouring the field for your dream pumpkin,

“oui!” he exclaimed, gently setting the pumpkin back onto the ground.

you grabbed a nearby small pumpkin, “how about this one, sanji?” you asked, spinning it around for him to see.

“less blemishes, sweetheart! i’m looking for firm and plump!” you didn’t miss the way he wiggled his eyebrows at you, drawing an eye roll from you in response.

an hour of pumpkin judging passed between you two, and a few contenders had risen to your high standards. you carried around five tiny pumpkins in your tote bag, though sanji was aiming for ten due to luffy’s voracious appetite. sanji was hauling two perfectly symmetrical pumpkins, one for each of you to use.

the sun hadn’t quite set yet, a glow still rested on the field for you and sanji to continue picking, but the sky was slowly beginning to fill with oranges and pinks which cast a pastel shimmer of color across your face. sanji stared at your appearance from across the field, taking in the way the soft light struck your visage and framed you beautifully, like a divinity choosing to grace him with your presence.

“you think ten will really be enough for luffy?” you shouted, picking up a pumpkin to examine it.

sanji snapped back to attention, blinking rapidly as he formulated his thoughts, “i- well i suppose no, when taking his prior portion sizes into account…and if we invite sabo and ace there as well…”

“at least sabo has manners!” you yelled, chucking any spoiled pumpkins over your shoulder. “i once saw ace use someone else’s pants as a napkin! not even his own! can you believe that, sanji?”

sanji’s focus once again faltered, watching as your lips moved wildly in your frustrated-amused rant. god, how he wanted to kiss you right now. i mean, you both deserve a break right now, right? you’ve been working so hard these past few hours…a little break never hurt anybody, right?

you continued raving and skipped across the fields, unaware of sanji’s devious musings, searching for some more perfect pumpkins for your perfect boyfriend. your deep and intense focus on your little pumpkin hunt led to you missing your perfect boyfriend disappearing from his row of pumpkins, silently creeping up behind you.

“oh mon ange,” he whistled, “i believe just found the prettiest pumpkin in the pumpkin patch!” his slender, long fingers wrapped around your waist, lifting you high above and eliciting a shriek.

“put me down, you sneak!” you teased, jokingly kicking your legs in an attempt to get loose of his hold.

“but then my pumpkin might run away!” he lamented, twirling you around in circles, sidestepping any precarious pumpkins in the way of his feet.

“as if i’d run away from you,” you replied, trying to ruffle his blonde locks up in the air.

sanji contemplated your words, throwing you down into a bridal carry while he pondered your response. after a minute of totally-real reflection, he flashed you a big ol’ pout.

“you pinky promise?” he whined, kneeling to the ground with you still in his arms, slipping his arm out from under your knees to offer a pinky.

“i pinky promise, my love.” you kissed him on the forehead, causing a heavy flush to don his cheeks and he rolled around the dirt-covered fields in bliss.

you approached his squirming body and gently touched him with the tip of your foot. “get up, mr. prince, i still need someone to carry our pumpkins!” you sung, slinging your bag across your shoulders and attempting to heave sanji to his feet, “unless you’d like me to leave you here…”

immediately sanji arose in dramatic fashion, sprinting back to grab the pumpkins he had abandoned. with ease he lifted them, returning back to your side as if he wasn't carrying two extremely heavy gourds.

“your prince is here! now what are your next commands, my liege?” he announced, dropping to one knee and kissing your hand.

“hmmm…” you brought your hand to your chin, tapping it in 'deep' thought, “you have to help me find more of your pie-pumpkins, and then we can go home and make cider!” you cheered, grasping his hand and running towards the baby pumpkins.

“anything for you, mon amour,” he swooned, watching the sun cast a luminous amber glow across your skin, “anything for you.”

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tiramissyoucake · 1 year ago

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My Sister’s Best Friend Is a Total Smokeshow(?!)

MINORS+AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Hyoma Chigiri X Reader, all characters are 18+, Reader is chigiri’s older sister’s best friend, Reader is female, middle school chigiri mentioned a few times but no focus on it, theres not enough info on chigiri’s sister, 2k words

CW: NSFW, penetration, creampie, chigiri and reader fuck in chigiri’s childhood bedroom, tiddy sucking, clothed sex, no proof reading

Notes: no words shawty I wanna go to bed and read and play video games and write like theres so many things I wanna do and all I end up doing is sleeping aLSO I ACCIDENTALLY GOT LUOCHA WHILE TRYING TO BUILD PITY FOR BLADE WTHHHHH I WASNT EVEN GUARANTEED

The first time Chigiri saw you was when he was in middle school, he came home and heard chatter coming from his sister’s room, curiosity got the best of him although he still had the decency to knock first.

“Oh! Hyoma, Welcome home! (Name), this is my little brother.” His sister introduced, you were sitting next to her on her bed more upright as she was more relaxed, you smiled and nodded in acknowledgment to him.

“It’s good to meet you! Your sister’s told me a lot about you!” Maybe it was the hormones that came with his age but the younger Chigiri thought you were really pretty, his body followed orders like a robot to seem natural in front of you; he returned the nod, introduced himself and quickly excused himself, apologizing and closing the door to give his sister and you your privacy.

When you left, his sister waved bye to you at the front door and he stood behind her quietly before he let out a surprised noise when you waved bye to him as well, his sister wrote it off as puberty and that he would’ve acted like this towards any older girl. Immediately after she shut the door he bombarded her with questions: “what did you guys talk about?” “What did you tell her about me?”

After he calmed down, he found out that your family actually recently moved into the neighborhood and you met both his mother and his sister when you came by to introduce yourself, when he wasn’t home.

Slowly, as Chigiri grew older and as you visited more often, he would become more comfortable with you although there was a line he couldn’t cross due to the age gap (you being his sister’s age) and certain unspoken rules relating to siblings and friends:

1. Chigiri is only allowed to know surface level information about you

2. Chigiri was not allowed to befriend you on the same level as his sibling’s

3. If Chigiri wanted to gift you something, he’d have to do it through his sister

4. Chigiri was utterly positively definitely absolutely completely NOT ALLOWED to romance you in any way, shape or form.

He knew his sister wouldn’t have minded him getting chummy with you but he had a nagging feeling that it would still be awkward, the rules seemed extreme to outsiders however in his mind he knew that he needed to keep to these rules to avoid hostility, awkwardness or misunderstandings.

It was enough you were the center interest during Chigiri’s ‘girl-crazy’ phase, even as he grew out of it he found himself still thinking of nights where he thought of you in a romantic light.

Slowly Chigiri had forgotten about you during his time at Blue Lock’s institution, he focused on bettering himself in all aspects to achieve his dream, although deep down he couldn’t help but indulge in the nagging feeling that he wanted to see you again.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Life was going great after blue lock, with all his football achievements Chigiri barely had time to visit his family between tours although he made sure to stay in contact any way he could; letters, texting, sending gifts, long video calls.

As his career progressed Chigiri developed a certain talent for planning, the calendar app became one of his most frequented apps on his phone and he would sometimes write down potential dates he could use to go visit his family on any surface available be it a napkin, scrap paper and even the back of a receipt.

Finally all his rapid planning paid off, he managed to get two free weeks all to himself (one of those two weeks were labeled under ‘rest - doctor’s orders’).

An excited giddy feeling filled Chigiri’s chest as his taxi neared his home, the familiar scenery invoking a sense of nostalgia as the car slowed and arrived at his destination, his family’s house.

He bid the driver goodbye and paid his expenses, approaching the door he was a bit unsure of how to go about his return, should he knock on the door? Ring the doorbell? Was he allowed to barge in? He knew his mother kept a spare key under the mat. He settled for ringing the doorbell and he didn’t have to wait long until the door swung open, and his dear sister greeted him with a bone crushing hug.

“Hyoma!! Mom! Hyoma’s here!!” he could hear his mother yell out ‘Hyoma’s here?!’ and he returned the hug to the best of his abilities, patting her back with a strained hand.

“Good to see you too, sis...! could you let go...?” She let go and finally allowed him to breathe properly, frowning a bit she dragged him inside “we don’t see you for months and now you don’t want to hug your big sister anymore?” she teased, Chigiri rolled his eyes at his sister’s drama as he hugged his mother, she happily welcomed him home.

He noticed from the corner of his eye someone else was here, a figure in the kitchen.

“Hey (Name)! guess who decided to pay us a visit too!”

His heart throbbed in his chest, theres no way she meant…? No, its probably a different person with your name! you’re probably busy with your own responsibilities somewhere else

“Hyoma..? oh, welcome home! I wouldn’t have visited if I knew you were coming!” he saw you move out the kitchen and attempt to reach for your coat, his sister stopped you and led you over to him.

“oh hush, if anything it was probably fate! Hyoma, you remember (Name), right?”

For a moment, he forgot he was supposed to answer, he stuttered and tried mustering the smoothest answer he could “How could I forget? You and sis are always together!”

A flustered laugh escaped you and he had to mentally smack himself to focus and not turn into a smitten maiden, just as everyone else in the house gave him a ‘welcome home’ hug, he accepted yours (after his sister insisted that you two were well beyond a handshake.)

Chigiri was certain he would be fine if he saw you again now that he was older and more mature of his feelings, yet as he stood in his family’s home, in front of you, he felt like he was transported back in time turning into that shy teenager who wanted your attention more than anything else.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Guilt wracked Chigiri’s entire being, one moment he was showing you around his childhood bedroom when you made a casual comment about never seeing it, the moment he offered he wanted to throw himself out the nearest window in embarrassment.

Yet a small part of him was ecstatic he offered, otherwise his tongue wouldn’t be in your mouth right now as he muffled your noises caused by his wandering hands, Chigiri felt disgusted with his behavior; making out with his sister’s best friend as his family was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Everytime you tried speaking through kisses, he would either smother your lips with another or he would cut you off by admitting how much he desired you, the perverted thoughts that plagued him once now resurfacing.

“Hyoma-“

“you’re so pretty like this, y’know?” his voice came out in a hushed whisper wanting no one but you to hear him, “I’ve always had feelings for you.” It felt so good to say it to you.

Your body responded to his advances, squirming or moaning into his kisses as quietly as you could, Chigiri slide his hand beneath your shirt sliding upwards until it reached your breasts, his fingers pinched at your nipples and prodded at the soft flesh squeezing as if trying to memorize the shape of your body in his hands.

“you’re driving me crazy.” He mumbled desperately after separating from a particularly wet kiss, a thin string of saliva connected your lips before splitting and disappearing “Can I fuck you? Please? I promise I’ll be quick..”

His question made you more flustered than you already were, you always knew Chigiri as your best friend’s shy and reserved brother, hearing him say such vulgarities felt foreign to your ears. Yet you found yourself hesitantly nodding “Okay.. but we have to be quiet..!”

Pinning you down to his bed he shoved your shirt above your chest to give him easy access, Chigiri rolled up your long skirt running his hands over the skin of your legs and thighs enjoying the way you shivered under his touch.

He knew you two needed to be quick so he couldn’t be bothered to remove your panties, only pulling them aside and giving a few testing strokes to your wet slit. He felt his cock throb as your arousal coated his fingers, he kissed you once more as you held back a moan.

“so wet, this is all for me, yeah?” he whispered harshly and chuckled as you tried catching your breath from his sudden boldness, hurriedly undoing his pants he couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he pulled his cock out of its confinement. Quickly positioning himself and pushing in he covered your mouth the moment he saw your lips part, he only let out a short hiss and bit down his bottom lip as to not groan loudly at the feeling of your cunt sucking him in.

The combination of his precum and your arousal allowed him to push in easily, he grunted as he bottomed out inside you, if only he this wasn’t such a risky place for him to fuck you he would have praised you for taking him so well.

Chigiri leaned down and kissed you deeply once more as he moved his hips back and forth in short quick thrusts, he set a goal to fuck you as good as he could with as minimal noise as possible, as much as he wanted to hear you scream his name he had to settle for the wet smacking his tongue would produce with yours as he kissed you deeply.

The idea made his cock jump in excitement, you moaning his name, not his family name, he only ever had the pleasure of you calling him by his first name if his sister was around as to not induce any confusion.

You always called out to him so innocently, always a simple lovely ‘Hyoma!’, what he wouldn’t give to hear you moan it like a desperate little slut.

He panted between kisses as he sped up his pace, feeling your heat hug him so deliciously, he could feel you tightening. Lowering his head to your breast he sucked harshly at one of your nipples producing a noise, he would have worried if he wasn’t lost in the pleasure of you running a hand through his hair and locking your legs around his waist, Chigiri could practically feel his brain short circuiting over how blissed out he felt fucking you.

As you tried recovering from the incoming oversensitivity, Chigiri nuzzled into your chest as he thrusted as deep as he could muffling his moans into your torso as he felt your pussy practically coax him into finishing inside, a shiver racked through him as he stilled his hips and grunted loudly feeling his cum fill you, warmth spreading deep inside you and he mentally cursed himself as he felt a few drops leak out.

“Hyoma.. you came lots..” he heard you whisper between pants, looking up at your flushed face he practically felt his heart shoot up to his throat, you looked so cute it was making him want to ditch dinner and give you a hotel keycard.

“Yeah… sorry..” and yet he didn’t move, he kept his cock nestled deep inside you even as he heard knocking at his closed door.

“Hyoma? (Name)? Dinner’s ready! What’re you two doing?”

“… just showing (Name) some of my old trading cards! We’ll be right there!” Chigiri quickly excused as he sat up, he had to hold back the smile on his face after seeing the look of embarrassment on yours.

With a groan, Chigiri’s sister left not wanting to hear more about the same cards her brother had been ranting to her about for years. Just as you sat up and made yourself decent, you felt him lean over you once more planting one last kiss on your lips.

“You called me ‘Hyoma’ that time..”

rule 4 of Chigiri's 'How to Interact With Your Sibling's Best Friend' manual™ was definitely broken.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years ago

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Special Delivery ~ PJM

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

GENRE: long distance relationship, established relationship, fluffy, cute jimin being cute

PAIRING: Jimin X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

People were against your relationship with Jimin, not because he was an idol or because he was a huge flirt but because of the distance that there was between you. While it didn’t bother you and Jimin it seemed to bother those around you who thought their opinions could weigh in on your personal love life. When you told people you were in a long-distance relationship they tried to discourage you and make you think twice about it. Claiming it could never work if the two of you were never in the same time zone but you and Jimin made it work.

“You don’t sound tired, you sound energetic,” Your boyfriend spoke to the phone to you, it was nighttime for you which meant it was daytime for him and you were getting ready for bed. Around this time of night, the two of you would have a phone call together, deciding to spend some time talking and catching up with one another.

“I’m not tired, how can I be tired when the love of my life is talking to me?” You teased him playfully knowing full well that your boyfriend was probably on the other end of the phone blushing. The silence that was met by your answer gave you everything you needed to know.

“Are you gushing about how flirty that was?” You questioned, crawling under the comforter on your bed and pulling your sheets around your chest. This was your favourite part of the day. Being on the phone with Jimin even if it wasn’t for very long it was still everything to you.

“I’m actually trying to come back with a flirty come back for you but I’m blanking,” He chuckled nervously and you smiled weakly. You knew it must be super early for him to be speaking to you and with the tour going on you knew he could use all of the sleep he could get.

“If you wanna sleep a little longer I can cut the call short, you’ve been so busy lately-” The last thing you wanted was to keep your boyfriend awake when he was extremely tired from the night before.

“Don’t!” He quickly interjected not wanting this to end and your heart lept into your throat hearing the desperation in his voice.

“I miss you, I don’t care how early it is I want to talk to you,” You smiled to yourself, laying down against the pillow and glancing at the small calendar beside your bed.

“Only 5 more days until I come to Korea and then we’ll both be in the same time zone,” You reminded him, the trip had been planned out for months now. You’d finally saved up enough money for your own ticket and you’d booked time off from work so you could relax and spend some personal time with your boyfriend. The comment however was met with an uncomfortable silence from the other end of the phone causing your stomach to sink.

“Jimin…” You trailed off, half expecting him to have fallen asleep but he started to make an “erm” sound as though there was going to be something to cancel your trip.

“About that…” His voice slowly hung onto the words and you knew it wasn't going to be any good.

“You have to work?” You couldn’t help the sadness in your tone as you questioned it. You shouldn’t get like this, you knew what dating Jimin was going to be like but it was disheartening to learn that your plans were now going to be ruined.

“I’m going to be out of the country, I’m sorry baby.” He sounded genuinely apologetic for it and you didn’t hate him for having to be out of the country you just hated the circumstances.

“It’s fine baby, it’s not your fault.” You shrugged and began to make a list of things to do in order to get your money back for the trip. Maybe you could get the airlines to push the dates on your tickets and save it for a time when Jimin would be free again but lord only knew when that was going to be.

“Did you hear me?” The question from Jimin pulled you from your headspace and you hummed at him,

“What’s wrong? I wasn’t paying attention baby, I’m sorry,” You explained and sat up in the bed, there was no way you were going to be able to sleep now there was so much you needed to get done in order for your plane tickets to be either cancelled or changed.

“I said, since you couldn’t come to me I sent you something. According to the tracker, it should be with you-” The doorbell interrupted him and he chuckled softly.

“Right now,” He finished his sentence and you frowned, glancing back at the clock. It was pretty late for a parcel, you were almost sure amazon stopped delivering after 10 and you didn’t know any other delivery companies that would deliver this late.

“I didn’t know delivery companies delivered so late,” You giggled, heading down the staircase and in the direction of your front door, unlocking the deadbolt before you got to the keys.

“They made a special exception for this,” Jimin spoke in hushed tones but before you could question why you pulled the door open to see him standing there. It was like all of the air had been knocked out of your body as you stared at him,

“Hey-” He grunted as you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and trying to pull him as close to yourself as you could get. It had been far too long since you’d gotten a Jimin hug and you completely melted against his skin, your heart hammering against your chest as you felt his doing the same.

“I missed you too baby,” He whispered as he gently ran his hand up and down your back, pushing his head into your neck as he took in a deep breath. God, he’d missed the way you smelled, the way you clung to him and the way your bodies moulded perfectly together,

“What are you doing here though? I thought you couldn’t get away?” You quizzed while dragging your boyfriend inside the house and locking up the door behind him.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you I could come now, would it?” He smirked before you wrapped yourself in his arms again, never wanting to leave them. Jimin felt like home to you, whenever he was around everything just felt at peace.

“How long are you here for?” You both slowly made your way over to the sofa and your hand was locked with his, you were almost scared if you let go he would dematerialise and disappear on you or something.

“As long as you want me, I have lots of time off and I plan on spending every second I can with you.” His eyes lit up as he spoke and your heart practically skyrocketed as you thought of all of the things you could take him to do in your town.

“Let's get to bed first before you start making lists,” He laughed already beginning to notice the wheels turning inside of your head.

With that, the two of you headed up to bed together while you tried to calm your racing thoughts. There was so much you wanted to take Jimin to do and you couldn’t wait to start.

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kahvilahuhut · 4 months ago

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diner breakfast

summary: Toby & Klara are going to work together and decide to stop by a diner for a breakfast.

a cynosure scene idea i wanted to write out <3 enjoy!

"This is nice."

"Good. I was hoping you wouldn't hate it because you had to wake up earlier."

Tobias smiled, moving its hand slowly from the coffee cup to touch Klara's. "Please, I'd wake up earlier for you any time you want."

"Uh-huh."

"And wouldn't hate it. Forgot to add that."

Klara snorted out a laugh, making the old lady at the table next to theirs glance at them both chuckling together for a moment, a slightly judging look on her face, before turning back to her companion.

"Okay, okay," Klara said, pausing to take a breath, "How about that one time I woke you up at 6 so you could wait for the mailman while I went for a morning run."

"That doesn't count. You woke me up for a mailman."

They both stared at each other for a moment, before laughing again, making the old lady clear her throat as if trying to make them stop in a somewhat polite way.

"Okay, fine. You're right about that one," Klara murmured and picked up her cup to take a sip. "Hm, wait a moment, I'm going to get some honey."

"Of course, honey," Tobias chuckled and watched her glance at it with a wide smirk as she got up from the chair and began walking towards the counter.

It leaned back on its bench and looked around. The diner was half full, some of the customers sitting alone or getting a take away coffee, some sitting in pairs or groups and chatting with each other.

Glancing at the table next to them, it noticed the old lady hold a newspaper in her hand, while waving the other as she explained something. Her companion, a young looking person, nails painted in dark brown with little white dots, was leaning on their hand and nodding along as the old lady went on. Tobias considered interrupting them to ask about the nail paint they used, but decided to sit still and not to annoy them even more.

The background music that was playing from the little speakers was loud enough despite the noise coming from all the people in the diner. It was the first thing it paid attention to when entering, and wondered if it was planned to be like that so the customers could decide if they want to listen to this kind of music or if they want to look for another diner.

The playlist was playing a third sad country-style song in a row, somehow making it think of the plan of the day, the place where they were both going.

Tobias shook its head to drive those thoughts away and reached for its fried egg sandwich.

Klara returned with two honey packets and one box, stopping for a moment to ruffle its hair a little, leaving two gray strands hanging above its forehead, moved her coffee cup and pancakes next to its plate and sat next to it.

Tobias leaned on her shoulder and watched her empty a honey packet into her coffee cup. "I also ordered two small pieces of cheesecake," she smiled, "As a take away, though, could use them as a meeting snack."

"Sounds lovely."

"Mm, not really into talking about it?"

"I'm- well. I don't know. Kinda?" it mumbled before taking another bite of the sandwich. "Feels weird. Though, I gotta admit, going for a breakfast together definitely made me feel better."

"Think we should do that more often?"

"Haha, definitely. I mean, we do have breakfasts together all the time, but it's been a while since we actually managed to go somewhere on a work day. It's nice."

Klara wrapped her hand around its shoulder. "Glad to hear that, dear."

It smirked and took a sip of its coffee. "Oh, wait. Um, does this mean you'll leave work a bit later? Because you're starting later-"

"Hah, no, technically I'm already working. If you look at the time stamps."

"Breakfast date on company time, incredible."

"Marked this part in my calendar as a 'meeting with an intercorporate person', too. Fitting, concidering you're working for Glacier."

"Ohhhh, so you're, what, working on intercorporate relations here, are you?"

"I mean, I am a specialist in that department."

"Think you can add more meetings like this?"

"I'll send you a calendar invite."

They both laughed.

"Honestly, though," Klara murmured, "it is fun to work together because now we can see each other more during work days."

"Mh, well, I'm not saying that's the only reason I agreed, but..."

"Hmm, good to know, good to know," she smirked and kissed its cheek, making its smile even wider.

They sat quietly together for a moment, finishing their breakfasts. Tobias felt Klara's hand gently rub its shoulders, making it realize how stiff they were, and how it was clenching it's jaw.

"Can I admit something?"

Klara looked at it. "Of course, sunshine."

"I'm...well... A bit scared? Afraid?" It paused and finished its coffee. "I don't know if it's because of what happened before, or if I'm just anxious about the unknown, but, well..."

"Darling... I'm sure everything will be fine. New team, new admins, the Board people watching veeeery closely," she murmured, "And you know I'll always be there for you if something happens."

"Mmhmm..." Tobias smiled, "You have no idea how much that helps."

"Good..." she picked up a honey packet and put it in her pocket, "Now, how about we get back in the car and go to the office? If we get there early we could find a spot to sit next to each other at."

"Ooh, sounds incredible..."

Klara smirked. "Glad you're so excited."

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lu-is-not-ok · 1 year ago

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hello i have no idea if you have analyzed Impending Day Sinclair yet or not (or if u r even still doing analyses) but if you are.... perchance could you analyze Impending Day Sinclair??

Aaaalright, let's get right into it. This is... gonna be an interesting one.

So, as always, let's start off with the Abnormality - Doomsday Calendar. And, my god, what an Abnormality it is. Four whole phases in its fight, each one with unique passives and attacks and mid-battle events (which, mind you, the Fandom Wiki still doesn't list)... I've got my job cut out for me here.

Now, because of just how many phases this fight has, I'm going to go in a slightly different order than I usually would for Abno analysis. We're gonna go Phase by Phase, as I personally think that's a slightly better way of analyzing it than throwing all the Attacks on the table at once and trying to dig for a meaning there.

Got that? Alright, cool.

The fight against Doomsday Calendar starts with Phase 1, which for the sake of the Analysis I'll call the Prelude.

During the Prelude, we're met with a couple of Doomsday Clay Dolls, a sort of "minion" entity to the Abnormality proper.

Let's briefly talk about those Clay Dolls so as to not get distracted later. First of all, it's not really shown to us how these Dolls are made so to say, but we do get to see the Calendar revive these Dolls with every progressing Phase. This is confirmed by their passive, Idolatry, which says that they don't die when reaching 0 HP, simply staying there untargetable and immobile until the next phase, or until the Abnormality is fully surpressed.

Interestingly enough, the Abno Logs describing the Clay Dolls never explicitly say that they're made of clay, but there is that implication that that's the case as their bodies are describes as resembling muscle fibers, and with their name being corrected from "flesh dolls" to "clay dolls" in an Abno Log later on. I don't think it's too important to Doomsday Calendar itself, but I did notice that just now and have a feeling it connects to some wider themes that are slowly being presented throughout Limbus Company.

Beyond that, their passive name and Lust skills imply they only exist to admire, love, and serve the god-like figure that is Doomsday Calendar.

Looping back to the Prelude, during this phase Doomsday Calendar does not act and is completely unargetable. It has only one Passive during this stage - Let the Blood Festival Flow, describing what has to be done to progress to the next phase.

This gives us a very interesting image already. Each of the phases after the Prelude are "Festivals", or specifically religious celebrations. A very dark and ironic take on this idea, seeing as each of these Festivals requires a human sacrifice, though I may be getting a little ahead of myself.

Once the Clay Dolls are defeated, Phase 2, the Blood Festival begins. The Clay Dolls are revived, with an extra one joining in. Doomsday Calendar awakens, sprouting arms that it uses to attack the Sinners.

Here, Doomsday Calendar makes use of two different Sin Affinities. Sloth for the attacks Quake and Slam, the animations of which are the Calendar literally just slamming its fists against the ground as if having a tantrum; and Lust for Live Offering, in which the Calendar grabs a Sinner and puts them in its... uh... Mouth? Facehole? Basically, the Calendar is hungry and needs to be fed.

The first mid-fight event happens after one turn. Immediately, the text here paints a specific image. The sacrifice done to appease is called a gift, a tribute if a Clay Doll is offered. It's described to be the way to calm someone down that the Abnormality likes the most. The gift it specifically seeks here is fresh blood, and it becomes satiated once it recieves what it wants.

Perhaps the phases are Festivals to the Calendar as it's recieving gifts in the form of these offerings, but to the people around it they're really more like Rituals meant to stave off whatever calamity this god will bring.

Something else to note here is an interesting sense of inevitability. Doomsday Calendar becomes satiated by the blood, yes, but it only calms down "for a moment". It will inevitably grow hungry once more, and will need to be fed again to quiet down its tantrums.

Once again, the Calendar's Passive here gives us an idea of the next phase - Let the Fire Festival Ignite.

Upon being damaged enough, Doomsday Calendar's phase 3 begins, the Fire Festival.

In this phase, all of the Clay Dolls begin Burning, creating fire within their masks and gaining the Wrath Affinity skill to belch out the fire, perhaps expelling it out as if trying to get rid of it.

Additionally, Doomsday Calendar takes on some interesting behavior here. It doesn't actually attack, only using a guard skill named Stalwart Altar, something that further exemplifies its role as something to give Ritualistic offerings, as well as adding to the idea of it being inevitable, indestructible. Something that will always come back, no matter how many times it's staved off.

Beyond the Phase-changing Passive, Doomsday Calendar also has a second Passive during the Fire Festival - Frenzy, which inflicts burn to all its enemies.

If the Blood Festival was about satiating the Calendar's hunger for blood, then the Fire Festival is about cooling down its simmering rage and raging fire.

The second mid-fight event takes place two turns into this phase. The text says that to weaken the Abnormality's flames, one would use cool water, before noting that the Sinners don't just carry buckets of water around. Does this imply that the 'proper' Ritual here would have been to offer up water as a gift? It would make sense, after all during the Blood Festival the Calendar only wants blood, not specifically human blood. Perhaps in that case, just animal sacrifice would have sufficed as well.

Tangent aside, if a Sinner is chosen to be offered up, the prompt for the skill check specifically asks for someone with a "cold heart", and even beforehand the text asks for someone "cool" to be offered up instead of water. Upon success, the Abnormality's fervor is cooled, and its flame shrinks to a flicker.

Note again the idea if only pushing back the inevitable. The Abnormality's flame isn't fully put out, it only shrinks to something much more manageable, something that will need time to build up again. These Festivals aren't really solutions to the problem, they're merely bandaids and duct tape meant to give people a little bit more time.

The last part of this phase is the Passive that tells us of the next one - Let the Star Festival Fall, which activates when Doomsday Calendar is hurt enough.

During Phase 4, the Star Festival, none of the Clay Dolls act, and the Calendar only uses one attack - Universe Aflame, which has Envy Affinity. First, it uses them on its allies, and if the last mid-fight event, it uses it on all the Sinners, which causes a unique death animation when it kills. And uh, it will Very Likely kill, because that shit is a 35-45.

As for the reason it's an Envy attack... I believe the event that happens after it kills its allies explains it well.

The Abnormality isn't the one being given an offering here, and it's not the one causing the calamity, rather it's only a gateway, a vessel for the actual cause of the Doomsday - the stars.

Stars are... an extremely important theme in Limbus, and it began as far back as Lobotomy Corporation. I don't want to go on too long of a tangent about that here, since it's only a small part of Doomsday Calendar, but let it be known that the stars in this series seem to be entities of unimaginable power in their own right.

Back to the event at hand, the text here describes the stars as "twinkling", saying that when they shine, they will rob the Sinners of their sight.

That specific idea makes me think of the sun specifically, as its (hopefully) common knowledge that staring directly at the sun could blind you. This is fitting for Doomsday Calendar, which includes a sun-like design as part of its stone plate. Doomsday Calendar being related to the sun also explains a lot of its other quirks, such as its connection to fire and even the whole thing with human sacrifices, as that connected with it being clearly inspired by Aztec stone calendars further relates it to the idea of a sun god.

Just like with the other sacrifices, this offering is also called a "gift", though here it is explicitly given to the stars rather than the Abnormality. This event also forces you to pick a Sinner rather than a Clay Doll, and the skill check prompt explains why - the person being offered up needs to have a voice that could "lull the stars to sleep". If this lullaby succeeds, the stars are put into a deep slumber, their light leaving people be "for a while".

For a while... again with that idea of inevitability. Putting the stars to sleep only puts off their awakening for later, it doesn't actually stop it. With time, they will inevitably twinkle once more, and their starlight will again threaten to "blind" everyone.

While this may not be enough to fully stop the stars, succeeding at this skill check is enough to suppress Doomsday Calendar.

That was... a lot. Let's take a look at the Abno Log before we try to come up with some themes for this thing.

The main details that we learn from these Logs are as such:

The pedestal the stone plate is on is actually made of wood, it only looks like it's woven from muscles.

The plate is confirmed to be a form of calendar, tying into the idea of foretelling some inevitable calamity.

The plate physically changes with each progressing Festival, being noted as becoming more ominous with each change.

Being killed via offering to the Calendar doesn't seem to kill in the traditional sense, rather it seems to disconnect the consciousness of the offered from their body and... it's unclear what exactly they see since Yi Sang's too traumatized to make sense in the Log, but it's clear it's some form of End of Everything.

Now then... What the hell kinda themes can we extract from all this?

The biggest one that I've probably spoiled in this write-up is the theme of some inevitable calamity. An End of the world, whether literal or metaphorical, that can never be truly stopped, only delayed indefinitely.

Another theme I can see here is this dissonance between two parties. Something that one sees as a horrible act being seen as something to celebrate by someone else. Sacrifices seen as gifts, Rituals seen as Festivals, the stars' light bringing forth darkness for others.

Last theme I want to bring up here is the concept of a harbinger. A calendar with a deadline on it isn't what's causing that deadline, it's only warning you of that deadline approaching. Likewise, the Star Festival shows us that the Doomsday Calendar isn't the one directly causing calamities, it's only a vessel through which other forces act, and through which they can also be calmed to delay the inevitable.

With all of that laid out... Impending Day Sinclair. Oh man, Impending Day Sinclair.

Let's start off with the Awakening attack, shall we? Here, the... staff? Mace? Hammer? The weapon that Sinclair uses takes on a form mimicking the shape Doomsday Calendar's plate has during the Blood Festival phase. This corresponds nicely with the effect this attack has, being healing and granting a buff on a kill, as if devouring the target similarly to how Doomsday Calendar needs blood to be satiated during the corresponding phase.

The dialogue line, "I’ll crush you…", doesn't really tell us much by itself. Sinclair's delivery here is sort of strained, not exactly scared but not angry either. Anticipating, perhaps? Readying himself? Trying to show restraint? It's a little bit hard for me to tell. What I do find interesting is how this line seems to roughly correspond with the type of attack Doomsday Calendar does during its Blood Festival phase - pounding and slamming the ground with its arms. Likewise, the type of attack Sinclair goes for here is slamming down onto the target, pushing them further down to the ground.

Considering how the Blood Festival phase shows us Doomsday Calendar seemingly having a tantrum out of impatience, is this meant to be a reflection of Sinclair in some way?

Of how he acted out, not exactly out of impatience but more so out of the anxious anticipation of his upcoming prosthetic procedure, leading to him breaking his family's trust and indirectly causing them to be "crushed" by Kromer?

Then, there's the Corrosion attack. Sinclair's weapon here takes on a form mimicking that of Doomsday Calendar's plate during the Fire Festival phase, showing the progression of intensity. The mechanics and animation aren't as close of a parallel to that fight's phase, considering Doomsday Calendar only guards during it, but I think there is still something to be noted here.

During the Fire Festival, Doomsday Calendar can be best described as "simmering" in my opinion. Letting its raging flame be known while also seemingly calmly waiting for an offering to be given. Likewise, Corroded Sinclair could also be described as simmering in this attack, gaining a buff but also being hurt if he fails to kill. His dialogue line's delivery also gives off that vibe of a controlled frenzy - sounding calm yet at moments being so intense it almost makes him sound ecstatic.

His line here, "You, too, will be a live offering.", is... interesting. It's as direct of a reference to the Abnormality as it can get, but there's just something about it that makes me wonder. The wording of 'You, too' brings to mind the image of someone having already been offered up beforehand. Who was this previous offering? Who is this current one?

In the Fire Festival phase, the offering given to the Abnormality is meant to weaken its flames, to cool its fervor. It patiently waits for it, like an Altar, while damage is caused all around it. Perhaps, just like in the Awakening the calamity being brought forth represents Kromer, the Corrosion represents how Kromer patiently waited for the second 'offering', Sinclair himself, to show up at her altar, while N Corp's Inquisitors burned down everything for her in the meantime.

Finally, we have the Sin Analysis portion of this post.

Impending Day's Sin Affinity is Wrath, the Sin of defiance and the audacity to try and change the world. I think that perfectly represents what sort of 'impending day' this E.G.O represents. By acting with Wrath, by trying to delay the inevitable procedure and trusting Kromer, Sinclair became the harbinger of the calamity she brought.

Just like how in Doomsday Calendar's fight delaying one calamity only brings forth another, Sinclair delaying the end of his world that losing his organic body meant to him only brought forth a different kind of end to his world.

When it comes to Sin Resource Cost, Impending Day requires two Sins - Wrath (3 of them) and Lust (2 of them).

Wrath requirement is already partially explained by the Affinity. Sinclair needs to wish to defy his reality, to delay the seemingly inevitable, to be willing to rebel against his family, for the Kromerity (that is, Kromer calamity) to take place.

Lust is an interesting Sin requirement here. I believe it's meant to represent Sinclair seeking fulfillment, specifically a fulfilling life and a form of social fulfillment. On one hand, he's seeking a way to continue living this his organic body, as it's the way of being he finds far more preferrable and comfortable to the cold prosthetics he sees his family using. On the other hand, there's the social fulfillment that comes from befriending Kromer and listening to her further justifying his own disgust. Both of those contribute to him being compelled to trust Kromer, thus bringing forth the Kromerity.

When it comes to Sin Resistances, interestingly enough the only one Impending Day Sinclair shares with Doomsday Calendar is being Fatal to Sloth. By resigning himself to his fate, to the initial calamity, Sinclair could have avoided this whole situation, which is something he's painfully aware of.

Impending Day Sinclair being fatal to Gloom is also a reflection of his regrets. If only he had listened to his doubts and worries in the moment, if only he had let his initial anxiety around Kromer lead him away from her, perhaps this all could have been avoided.

On the other hand, Wrath is ineffective against Impending Day Sinclair. After all, Wrath is what led him into this situation in the first place, but it's also what can get him out right now. By directing that Wrath against Kromer, by defying what she wants, he can delay her next inevitable calamity.

To properly summarize, since I really should summarize these posts more often, Impending Day represents Sinclair's role as a harbinger of the calamity Kromer would bring, and how his attempts at delaying his own prosthetic procedure led to him and his family becoming 'offerings' to her. It's a reflection of his guilt, of the role he believes he played in this tragedy.

So... yeah. Hope that was enjoyable to read, I don't know how long this post turned out to be and at this point I'm afraid to ask!

#ask #impending-day-sinclair #lu speaketh #limbus company #lcb analysis #sinclair #sinclair lcb #impending day sinclair #something something target audience

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William's Chapter 0 Story

Yes I bought it... And boy, I like where it's going. I went a little more loose with this translation to try and capture the atmosphere better. As always, I make no guarantees about the accuracy.

Also, this doesn't really spoil anything. It mostly covers only the prologue.

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If life were a fairytale, then achieving happiness would be a simple matter. Keep your hands clean, obey orders, be good and dutiful, and don't stray off safe and well-lit paths. However… if your heart yearns to go down a different road, then would quashing your true desires truly lead to a "happily ever after"? My answer? No.

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William: "Slice your throat. Drag it out for as long as you can."

Not a single person that Crown has set their eye on has ever escaped. Tonight's target was no exception. The man couldn't even scream as his trembling hand raised a knife. I held in my hand an envelope I had found in this mansion, stamped with a "golden butterfly".

(That I'm seeing this once more means…) (Evil is something that cannot be stamped out through punishment alone.) (Not them… and not me.)

If you asked 100 different people what 'evil' was, you would get 100 different answers. Absolute evil does not exist. Rather, if it did, it would be something that lurked in every individual person's heart. Something that they found unforgiveable. Something that, if they forgave, would be betraying the essence of what made them, them.

(To me, that absolute evil is when one tramples over another's freedom.) (And the worst offender would be this "golden butterfly".)

I had no issues with doing harm so that I may pass judgement on those who commit the unforgiveable. If this were a story, that man and I would be painted with the same brush: evil.

Alfons: Quite a pathetic end, isn't it? Being ordered to "keep your mouth shut" so you can't even scream in your final moments.

Elbert: …It's because we'd be in trouble if his neighbors got suspicious.

Roger: Geez, what a convenient ability. I sure as hell wouldn't want you as an enemy.

William: Ahaha, I'll be sure to mark on my calendar if I plan on turning on you so you'll have ample warning.

Exchanging banter in the way only those accustomed to such sights can, I made my way over to the piano in the hall and sat down.

William: Since this is lying around, I suppose we can send him off with a song.

I wasn't thinking of any melody in particular. I simply let my fingers dance around the keys as they pleased.

Ellis: How wonderful. Now he'll be able to die a little bit happy, at least.

Jude: …Like hell he can. You crazy or something?

Everyone in Crown had their own way of facing someone's death. Those who sympathize, those who empathize, the cynics, the mourners, and those who saw such happenings as purely matter of fact.

(But what they all have in common is that they are all here of their own free will.)

However, not everyone has the ability to go where their hearts willed. At that moment, I recalled that desirous gaze I encountered earlier.

(It would be nice if that girl I met today could take a step towards realizing her desires.)

As the knife dug deep into the man's neck, as fresh blood spurted and gushed from his wound, that was what I was thinking.

--And then, the door to the hall slowly swung open.

Alfons: My, my, to think that we would have an audience.

(…That's…)

William: If it isn't the songbird I met this afternoon.

MC: U-um… what…?

I recognized the panicked woman who had grown pale at the gruesome sight before her. She was that postal worker I encountered earlier.

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MC: Excuse me, sir, I need to deliver that.

A calm determination had settled in the gaze of the woman who came up to me, chasing a stray envelope.

William: Of course, my lady.

MC: …T-thank you.

William: My pleasure.

MC: …

I had handed her the envelope already, but she seemed to lose track of herself as she continued to stare at me.

(…Another one.)

People who had that look in their eyes almost always had something they were holding back. Things that they think they shouldn't say. I loved the moment when such people made a decision to voice whatever it was they were hiding. When I simply stared back at her silently, her calm gaze wavered slightly. And in that moment, I saw it: a glimmer of desire burning in her eyes. A surge of emotion, so strong that it was taking everything she had to suppress it.

"Lead me to another world." "Somewhere, anywhere."

Though her lips were pressed tightly together, it was as though I could hear her say those words.

(Ah.) (This won't do.)

I didn't know why, but she wanted change. There was desire burning within her, struggling to be set free. And yet… there was something else in her that was suppressing it.

(If she could freely follow her desires… I'm sure it would be beautiful.)

William: You have two deliveries left?

MC: …What? MC: I'm sorry, I spaced out-

William: You'd better hurry. It'll be dark soon.

(It's a shame, but I can't whisk you away.) (Even if that 'somewhere, anywhere' that you desired was the depths of the abyss.) (But… if you, of your own free will, were to take that first step…) (Perhaps we'll see each other again.)

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(…Still, I didn't think it would be this soon. Or at a place like this.)

Liam: Is she a friend of yours, Will? Does she know about us too?

William: We met on the streets and had a chat, Liam, that's all. She doesn't know a thing about Crown.

Liam: Well, that's an issue. What to do…?

(If I told you to kill her for my sake, then I'm sure you would do it without hesitation.) (Though he'll live with the pain of taking a life even as he does it. What a commendable, lovable cat.)

Harrison: Terribly sorry about the scare, ma'am. But these are just props for a performance we're staging.

(…You never change, Harrison.)

Of course he'd try to give her an escape route. Though he appeared, he was truly strong at his core.

MC: N-no way…

Harrison: …You could have pretended to believe me for your sake, you know.

It was unfortunate, but her last chance to escape had just slipped by.

(Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised) (She came here because she had to, after all.)

Harrison: What do we do, Will?

William: It's obvious, isn't it? We take her to see the "Reaper of the Palace".

Jude: Tch… that's why I told you to lock the damn doors.

Roger: Haha, I didn't think that anyone would trespass into an obviously dark home. You're quite the bad girl, aren't you, little miss?

Ellis: Won't you come closer? It's not like you can escape, anyway.

As soon as she heard the word 'escape', her body stiffened. Her legs began to move.

(Sorry, but I can't let you go.) (You're a witness now, of course. But that's not the only reason.)

That one of her deliveries was to this mansion was surely a coincidence. But that she was standing here now was no coincidence at all.

(Even if the sound of the piano implied that there was still someone awake inside…) (There was no reason for a postal worker to enter an otherwise entirely deserted manor in the middle of the night.) (You chose to come here.) (Even if you haven't consciously realized it yourself…)

She took the first step.

William: Come here, poor little robin.

(Let me see more of it. That burning desire that brought you here.)

At my order, her legs began to walk her forward.

MC: S-stop…!

(Haha, and at last you're voicing her true desire.)

She stopped before me as if she was presenting herself. A splash of red stained her cheek.

(…Beautiful.)

Somehow, the color of deep sin suited her.

(If, of your own volition, you were to be dyed with blood in the future…) (…that would suit you far more than this stain now.)

William: Pardon me.

As I pulled her towards me, her eyes closed in fear.

William: That should do it.

After I wiped her cheek clean and released her, she staggered and collapsed to the floor, as if all her strength had escaped her. Her gaze, once calm and settled, now shook with emotion like a stormy sea. In her eyes I saw fear, confusion… and just a hint of anticipation. Of excitement.

(Yes, you are hiding something inside you.)

Something that made her leap without looking into the dark. Imagining being able to unravel that mystery made my heart race.

(This should be fun.)

William: I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William. William Rex. William: I'm inviting you to dine with us tonight. Your name, honored guest?

(I'll fill you with love, as much as I can.)

So that you may be a flower that blooms beautifully in the darkness.

#ikemen villains #william (ikevill)#my translation

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bucky-h0e · 10 months ago

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A/N: It has been a hot while, but I am slowly working my way back into the writing scene. I missed writing these but unfortunately, Uni took priority but on the bright side, ya girl got her masters degree!

This one is more focused around Sam and Alpine's relationship.

Anyway, enjoy!

How Alpine Celebrates Mother's Day

Now, Alpine does not have the best relationship with her parents.

Why else would she have immediately gotten herself adopted by an ex-assassin? (or did she adopt him?)

So when she met Bucky, and he started doing little things for her and supporting her in a way a father would, she buckled.

she immediately started thinking of ways to celebrate father's day for him

But then when Sam entered the picture, Alpine had a moment of realisation at 2am whilst watching big foot documentaries

she had Bucky

strong, protective, grumpy old ass who would put himself between her and any threat that popped up in her shenanigans

and she had Sam

sassy, enthusiastic Sam who encouraged her shenanigans

she had a whole family dynamic going on and she was going to celebrate that

for the first time in her life, she had a family and she wanted to show them both how much she appreciated them letting her be in their lives

lets be honest, she didn't give them a choice

but she could still show her love for them

now she didn't know what days to celebrate each person, she just knew she wanted to give them each their own day

so one day (quite literally mother's day - Alpine lost track of time and procrastinated too long), Sam and Bucky are at the latter's apartment, just chilling having a guys night

catching Bucky up on all the movies he's missed

having a couple of beers

just two friends, relaxing, laughing, having a good time

peaceful

until Hurricane Alpine struck

She came barrelling in, bags in hand that she was trying and failing to hide

balloons floating behind her she she kept trying to pull down behind her back

hair an absolute wreck, out of breath and trying to play it off

"Oh hey i didn't know you'd both be here what a surprise"

"Alpine you made us download a collective calendar, you know damn well it's guys night"

"shut up you love that app"

she struggles to get a coin out of her pocket, cursing at the balloons hitting her in the face and dropping the bags

"Uh.. you need a hand there Al?"

"NO IT'S FINE"

punches the balloons into the hallway and turns with a wild smile

"Flip the coin"

Sam is scared

Bucky is confused and debating whether or not he should put a restraining order in

"why?"

"no reason"

"well there is a reason obviously"

"no, no reason"

"i think there is a reason, what are you going to do"

"why do you assume i'm up to something?"

"the last time you made us flip a coin with no context you sold Bucky's arm"

"Hey when a blue lady comes knocking on your door looking for a gift for her raccoon friend, you oblige"

"do you know how LONG it took for me to get my arm?!"

"you're being so dramatic you literally got it back a few days later"

"I didn't get it back, Shuri made me a new one."

"Even better"

"She keeps texting me warnings about raccoons"

"She's looking out for you"

Sam is loving this, he remembers the day he walked in on Bucky frantically looking for his arm whilst Alpine sat on his couch cry-laughing out of pure stress and enjoyment.

Though they were slightly concerned by the fact that a) Nebula came to Alpine to get the arm and b) Rocket now had cybernetically enhanced piece of Vibranium.

safe to say Alpine was in trouble for a while

"Can you just- will you flip the coin? I'm not going to sell any appendages or organs to otherworldly beings."

"When did you sell organs?"

".... What organs?"

With that knowledge, Sam and Bucky flipped the coin, Sam calling heads whilst it was in the air, with it landing on his call.

victorious, he grimaces and looks at Alpine

"You can't have my wings."

"I don't need 'em, you wait here. I will be back"

grins and runs out, half tripping over the forgotten balloons as she goes and running into her door in the process.

Bucky decides to pray for Sam whilst the latter looks at him nervously

"I should be worried, shouldn't I?"

Bucky sighs and shrugs, "It's Alpine."

it's silent for a little while, they can hear loud shuffling and curses coming from across the hall

"Yes, be worried"

Sam is debating whether or not to run now or just accept his fate

it's too late though, because Alpine comes rushing back over with a card, some flowers, the balloons that had been poorly hidden behind her back and a box of chocolates

both men are seriously confused, but Bucky is also slightly annoyed

sure, Sam wins a coin flip and gets flowers, Bucky wins a coin flip and get's his arm stolen

makes sense

"Happy mother's day Sammy!"

"What"

"OH MY GOD"

Bucky is no longer annoyed, laughing and grinning at Sam

Sam is confused

when did he become a mother

when did he sign up for this

"Al what-"

"I know, I know. But I never-.." she pauses, handing Sam his gifts before shuffling, Bucky stops laughing at this point because he knows when Alpine is about to dump some trauma

"I never had a good relationship with my family and it's mothers day today and I was like I could just celebrate you two on father's day but you've both helped and supported me in different ways and you don't deserve to share a holiday besides you'll just argue, so i thought this was a better way and-"

"AL!"

She huffs and glares at them both

how dare they interrupt her nervous ranting

didn't they know its the only way she could c o p e

Bucky grins at her, glancing at Sam as the latter stands and gives her a tight hug

Alpine is surprised, she genuinely thought Sam would be annoyed but hugs him back anyway

is kind of embarrassed and awkward

poor baby is not hugged often

but relaxes soon enough when she spots Bucky smiling at the pair on the couch

Sam's hand rubbing soothing circle on her back before they pull apart and he grins at her

"Thank you kid. Really. I'm- I'm happy you think of me as your family, you know I'll always be hear to support you."

"Aww thanks mama goose"

Bucky snorts

literally a few months ago this man thought Alpine was a cat

now look at them

Alpine is positively glowing

she literally could not contain herself and she goes back in for another hug, laughing as Sam begs her not to call him any type of nickname

"I'm serious, do not call me mum in public."

"Are falcon's motherly?"

"I regret so much"

"Aw man am I getting disowned already?"

"Yeah no, you've done it now. You're my kid forever now bitch"

"Sammy you can't call your kid a bitch"

"I can if its affectionate"

Sam is buzzing, despite now having to reject every mother bird pun Alpine makes, shaking his head at all of her new bird pun name suggestions

He didn't like to admit it, but he was always somewhat jealous

sure he was friends with Steve before, but it always felt like Steve and Bucky.. and Sam

and then with Alpine it was Bucky and Alpine... and Sam

but now he had Bucky

and he had Alpine

he had a family here in New York

and he loved them

would he admit that?

no, he would actually rather cease to exist once more

but he knew they knew

an unspoken bond between the three of them that all three would die protecting

as if they would ever let Alpine do that though, she cuts her finger just trying to slice an apple and he and Bucky go absolutely insane

but they make this an annual celebration, though Sam refuses to admit it is for mother's day

"I am not your mother"

"uh huh, okay"

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Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He briefly eyes the light blue box he just left on the table, recognizing the logo of a bakery they drove by on their first day here.

He stands still as Dean stops in front of him, stretching the elastic band of the party hat in his hands in order to get it on Castiel, adjusting the hat on his head so it's slightly tilted to the side, on the opposite direction Castiel's head is tilted to in confusion.

Dean takes a short step back and Castiel briefly wonders when is and isn't right and acceptable to invade someone's personal space, but he doesn't say anything he simply watches Dean as he admires his work, his gaze focusing on the way his hands twitch slightly, how he lifts them as if to reach to touch Cas only to lower them down again, he does so a couple of times until he finally settles for adjusting Cas' tie and brushing off some non-existent dust off his shoulders.

"Happy birthday, Cas." He smiles brightly and Castiel, if that's even possible, feels even more confused than before.

"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly at that, but the expression is gone almost as quick as it appeared in his features, not like he even understands why some logical reasoning would upset Dean.

Dean rolls his eyes, "I know that, but we humans have that one day where we celebrate a person, I thought you could have one too and I-" he trails away, now staring anywhere but at Castiel when before it seemed he couldn't look away from his eyes, "well I thought we could celebrate you on the day we met."

September 18th. Castiel remembers now. That's the day on the calendar today.

Sam, who had been watching the scene unfold up to that point from the motel room's table, with its wobbly legs and it's scratched wooden surface, turns his head away, probably trying to school his features because in Castiel's opinion, he made a quite strange face at Dean's statement.

Castiel doesn't see the point on telling Dean they met before this day, so he doesn't say anything at all, part of him not wishing to be the cause of another hurt look in Dean's eyes

"It's stupid, really, uhm." Dean is rambling, nervously, he is also blushing, lightly.

Castiel reaches out and awkwardly pats his shoulder, he smiles softly, the gesture still feels so unfamiliar to him, "thank you so much, Dean." They stare at each other for a while and Castiel, usually aware of everything around them, forgets about the Earth spinning slowly around the Sun, about the noise outside, the heat of billions of stars and the voices of his brothers and sisters echoing in the back of his mind. There is only Dean, and the easy smile on his lips that reaches his tired but bright green eyes, and the brilliance of that soul that still catches Castiel off of guard with its love and bravery.

Sam clears his throat, breaking the stillness of their shared moment, "have you bought a candle too or something? I mean not like we can get a cake big enough-"

"Pie." Dean interrupts.

Sam huffs lightly, "a pie big enough to get all the candles for Cas' age on it."

Dean laughs at that with a muttered, "you are too old buddy," that has Castiel nodding in agreement because he is, indeed, too old. Dean proceeds to take a little plastic package out of his pocket with a single blue and white candle inside, "I got everything we need."

And Castiel doesn't know it yet, but Dean also has a hastily wrapped present for him in that very same pocket of his jacket.

Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He knows well by now that glint in his eyes, his barely contained excitement and the playful smile on his lips. He doesn't even need to look at the party hat in his hands or notice the familiar smile of freshly baked pie coming from the kitchen to know Dean has planned something.

Castiel is a bit at a loss here, he knows it's not their anniversary yet, it isn't Dean's birthday either.

So he simply waits. He stands still, feeling a sense of deja vú as Dean stretches the elastic band of the hat to put it on Castiel's head, slightly crooked to the left. Dean doesn't step back, his eyes moving from the hat to Castiel and, with sure and steady hands testimony of how far they have come after all these years, his right hand closes over Castiel's jaw and the other settles on his lower back pulling him closer.

"We haven't really got the chance to celebrate your birthday since that time, all those years ago," he explains, a hint of guilt in his voice, " so, since the world isn't ending for once, I thought it would be nice to do it again."

September 18th, Castiel remembers now, that's the day on the calendar today.

"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly, "but if I had one," he adds, trying to avoid upsetting Dean when this is clearly something important to him, and Castiel sees the appeal in this too, stop mourning and start celebrating, " I would love it to be today, the day we met again all those years ago.

The day that started it all.

September 18th.

He had never felt as alive as in that moment, with his wings manifesting with the power of a thunderstorm, a knife through his heart and the brightest soul he had ever had the honor of holding close right in front of him.

He had never felt as alive as he did fighting side by side with Dean, as he did in their shared laughter and sorrow.

As he does now, in their love.

They stare at each other and he gladly loses himself in the depths of Dean's gaze. He can't feel the Earth turning anymore, he can't hear the noise outside or feel the warmth of all the stars in the skies above, it has been a long time since he last heard another angel's voice echoing in the back of his mind. If he could still experience all those things they would be gone now, completely forgotten.

He crosses the short distance between them and presses his lips to Dean's, "thank you so much, my Dean." He then chuckles lightly, what makes Dean, that was leaning forwards, chasing his lips, stop and frown at him, "how many candles do I have to blow? I am concerned, see, my lungs aren't what they used to be anymore."

Dean laughs too, shaking his head lightly, "just the one, I actually managed to find the same one we used the first time around." He takes the candle, safe inside a plastic package, out of the front pocket of the flannel he is wearing and proudly shows it to Cas, and there it is, the single candle with its white and blue swirls.

"C'mon," Dean kisses Cas once more, stepping away from him and offering him his hand, "you actually can eat pie this time without tasting every molecule in it."

Castiel takes the offered hand and allows Dean to guide him to the kitchen.

#destiel #long post #september 18th #it's cas' birthday today bitchesssssssss #and i just got out of work and i am so tired i could pass out right now #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨#tuserpris

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Advent Calendar

Day 2: Haechan and Yangyang +18

Warnings: Sexual Content, edging, choking, hitting you, degradation, overstimulation, domination, raw, oral, spitting. Lots of teasing (again)

“Go slowly, let her feel your dick well” He whispers to the boy who starts slowing down his motions. Your whimps and cries drag Hyuck’s attention. “What is it baby? Is it too slow? Do you wanna cum already?” The way he teases you endlessly gets you on your nerves. “S-shut up” You manage to say. “Okay, Yangyang, go slower, this bitch doesn’t deserve pleasure yet”

"I- don't think you should call her-" Yangyang's voice sounds so cute and innocent that makes you feel even more nervous than you already were. "Dude You need to change that attitude" Haechan starts with his talk and you just roll your eyes back, tired of his shit.

"I'll come back to you" he says pointing at you. "You said she likes rough shit. You need to change attitude. Leave the cute and disgusting stuff for aftercare. During sex you need to be a beast" His voice is just so irritating to you.

"Babe don't listen to him. It's not like that. I just want you to call me bitch and whore and degrade me, maybe even choke me..." You stop realising is quite a lot for a vanilla boy.

"You just gotta treat her like a bitch" Haechan spits out. "That's offensive" You instantly reply. "You like being called bitch" He defends himself. "I like it when he calls me bitch. Not you" You yell at him.

"Okay this is getting way out of point" Yangyang says walking away from the bed. "Why don't you try and make some stuff and I watch?" You look at him with wide open eyes. "If it's okay with you of course"

"If you think it's gonna be helpful..." You say and you turn to look at Donghyuk's smirk. "Okay then" Yangyang says, sitting on the couch right next to the bed, watching you both. "Can you just give me a chance? Like a real chance." Haechan says "Fine" you say with a sarcastic smile.

His hands instantly lay around your neck, surprising you with the pressure he actually puts against it. "Now you're gonna obey me like the fucking pathetic bitch you are" You gasp at the sudden change in his tone.

"Now you don't need to speak. Do you like people spitting on you?" The question is so sudden you blush instantly. "she does" Yangyang answers. "Rule number one: She draws her limits. Not you" he sounds so professional you kinda feel flustered. "Do you like it or not?" You nod shyly.

"Okay we're getting somewhere. Is it okay if I do it?" He asks and you nod. "Okay the rest are gonna go fast so you better listen. I've heard you like these but I want your full consent on each one of them okay?" You nod again. "If you don't want some of this you just hit my arm okay?" You nod and he starts listing your kinks.

Your blush keeps growing as you feel fully exposed. "Edging, choking, hitting you, degrading, overstimulation, domination, raw... Looks like we really have a filthy slut in front of us don't we" At this point your body is so hot that you're concerned to burn the boy's hand through your neck.

"Let's begin then" He looks right into your eyes and just shouts "Open your mouth" You feel so weak under his orders that you just need to obey his orders. He spits right into your mouth. His finger carress the edges of your lips getting the spit that fell out of you mouth right into it. "Swallow like the whore you are."

You do as he says. "Now I'm gonna get you to talk. Can you do that stupid little slut?" You nod. "Talk" He yells "Yes" you say almost as a whisper. "Any thoughts you wanna share?" He asks and his hand loosens up a bit, letting you talk a little louder.

"Hit me" you whisper "I can't hear you" he says. "Hit me" You say louder. "Still can't hear you" You know he's teasing you by the look on his face but, at this point you're even enjoying it.

"Hit me!" You yell and you can feel Yangyang staring at you. Haechan's hand hits your face and you look back to him defying his dominance. "Harder" You say and you can just guess his next words. "Can't hear you" He repeats with a smirk.

"Harder" You say and before you even finish, his hand hits you harder. You can already feel tears forming on your eyes. Gosh you love that feeling. "You see how needy she fucking is?" Donghyuck asks Yangyang who's just been sitting there jerking off at your performance.

It's clearly his cue to try degrading you and he surprisingly does. "She's such a needy bitch" He says and you smile. It's simple but it's definetely something.

"What should I do to her?" He asks and you instantly know it's his annoyingly smart way to ask him what his limits are. "Finger her until she cries." Those words coming out of your boyfriend's mouth makes you feel a certain way that you're really not used to feel.

His fingers start playing with your clit, drawing circles around it. Your whole body reacts to his touch. You feel your legs shaking out of your control. His hand grabs your neck aggressively and he looks into your eyes as he asks "Can I kiss you?" Your cheeks are flaming hot and you can just guess the color of them is bright pink.

You nod as an answer and close your eyes waiting for the feeling of his soft lips collapsing against yours. It actually feels better than what you expected it to feel, but it doesn't last forever. You grow needy to the feeling of his lips against yours as his fingers enter your vagina fastly.

"Fuck you're so fucking wet, you needy bitch. Are you all this wet just because of me?" You nod and he laughs softly. "No, you gotta say it. Say you're a needy bitch for me will you?"

"I-I'm" You try to speak but his movements kind of make it impossible. "Come on you can do it" He encourages you.

"I'm a n-needy sl- fuck a needy slut for you" his fingers curl and you just feel your orgasm growing inside of you. "Nah not yet" He says pulling his fingers out of you. Tears fall down your eyes all the way to your chin. You roll back your eyes. "Is that attitude or are you just so fucking needy that you can't control yourself?"

"Both" you whisper with a smile and he hits your face hard. "That's my fucking slut" my it somehow feels so weird but yet so good. "What should we do with her?" He asks Yangyang who is as hot and needy as you.

"Can I choke her now?" He asks kindly, eventhough he seems ready to jump right on top of you. You see haechan nodding at him and he walks to the bed. He sits on your stomach, resting his weight on his knees. His hands are softer but his grip feels rougher.

"Like this" says Donhyuck correcting his grip. Now it feels tighter but it hurts less. "Gosh you're such a filthy slut" Yangyang says and you smile at him "just for you baby" you reply and he answers with a soft hit on your cheek.

"Fuck her already" Haechan says, sitting next to you. The boy obeys his orders and starts thrusting you slowly. You can feel how Donghyuck gets up, ready to step out of the room, but you grab his hand.

"Stay" you whisper and he smiles. "Yeah, stay" Yangyang confirms making the boy step right back into your bed. "Turn around" Haechan orders and you just do as you're told to. "Now you grab his neck and fuck her harder" You moan loudly to the feeling of the boy's thrusts.

"You like that huh?" His words just get you all worked out. "Well you're not cumming until I allow you to. Is that clear?" You nod and he smirks. "You can just go ahead and cum inside. Treat her like the cum dumpster she is" His words are just getting you out of it. You moan as soon as you feel the hot cum running through your insides.

There's an intense slow second that lets you enjoy the fact that Yangyang fucked you in such a rough way while you hear him say "Fuck" with a deep needy voice.

"Get on your knees" Hyuck says just as Yangyang pulls out of you. The boy's cum drips down to the floor. "Suck it" He simply orders putting his dick into your mouth.

You start working it up the best way you possibly can. You deep throat him and you suck it on different speeds to make sure he knows how edging feels like. It gets to a point where he controls your head like a fucking toy.

He ends up cumming in your mouth and asking you to swallow it all, so you do. "I think we're finished right?" He says with a big smile. Your tears have made your make up such a mess that you could just picture how desperate you looked. Your hair has been a mess for a minute and you just don't have the energy to get angry.

You just whimp in protest. "Do you have something to say?" Hyuck asks you while his hands softly lift your face to look at him. You're now completely sit down and he's on your knees so that his face is closer to yours.

"I need it" You cry out and his hands clean your tears out of your face. "You need what?" He asks innocently. "I need to cum" You keep begging as you cry out. "Okay" He says before his lips meet yours in a soft and heated kiss.

He grabs you in his arms and he puts you down on your bed. His hands tickle you as they travel your body. As soon as they touch your clit your whole body react with a wave of pleasure. You moan softly. Two of his fingers get inside of you and they curl instantly hitting your g-spot.

"F-fuck" you manage to moan out. His left hand lift your face, making you look at him. "You're gonna cum for me right?" he asks and you just nod. You feel other hand carressing your hair. "Good girl" Yangyang says.

Hyuck's hands start moving faster and your eyes go blank as you feel the orgasm brushing your whole body. Your moans are low yet you feel like they're the loudest you can get out at the moment.

It lasts a good minute before your body calms down. "So this was lesson one right?" You whisper while you let out a deep breath. They both laugh and you feel their kisses all over your body.

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