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break up of the century (this song is them bc i said so !!)
#iâm obsessed w this song and w jaya so i had to#so sorry if this is off sync#but i had a lot of fun w this so i might do it again :D#kunsho#kunshoart#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago jay#ninjago nya#ninjago jaya#suit jay#villain jay
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Due to an audio error around 30 seconds into the song (on the first "Lalalalala Love ka?" part), Tsukasa's another vocal for Love ka? was replaced on March 22nd 2024, two months after it was added to the game. No other changes were made aside from fixing the glitched audio.
#project sekai#songs#sorry the lip syncing is a bit off but my college nuked my free adobe so i'm stuck with imovie again
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also only an A*MY would come into the Taemin tag and post a whole write-up about how just bc they weren't impressed by the newest album (fair. your opinion) Taemin is overhyped. only an A*MY let me leave it at that
#shinee#taemin#turning off reblogs preemptively bc i don't want shit from y'all but 'the industry tends to overhype 'those who paved the way' over#BTS and younger groups' (paraphrased) and who are the overhyped older groups in the room with us rn. SUJU. is that it#then again. they also said that if your faves are singing more stable than BTS during a live stage then they're lip syncing which is.#only true a certain amount of the time brethren. have we heard of breath training and tailoring the choreo so we can sing#some of you needed to listen to Epik High's Rosario understand what they were saying and then sit down. sorry
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Queuing up for a ranked game and happening to end up on the same game as your captain dearest Narumi GenâŠ
#neither of you know itâs the other#you both picked bot lane so you play together and wow your playing skills are so in sync itâs out of this world that narumi has found a duo#he is in harmony with from the first match⊠so you keep queuing up for games for the rest of the night until you leave the lobby and bid the#fun stranger good night but sorry:( you have work tomorrow starting at early hours. he tchs and says itâs no deal but he logs off right#after you do⊠itâs no fun playing by himself with awful teammates who go ignore all pings and even feed the opposing lanes#the next day you log back in and see a friend notification from him:)#at work itâs all bark and bite and sneers at one another but at night with the comfort anonimity brings you two draw closer without realizng#though if he listebed in a little carefully narumi could hear the occasional curses and swear words coming from your room at an hour he#would not expect you to be awakeâŠ#danyl talks#narumi gen#kaiju no. 8
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broski you have invaded my brain, I was listening to will wood earlier and heard the line "disease is in the eye of the beholder" and thought of janelias/parasight-
you can't keep this up unless you start paying rent, I've already got too many freeloaders living rent free in here đ€
OMG WAIT THAT LYRIC FROM MARSHA IS LITERALLY SO THEM. how did i never even realize,,
#anyways. banger song#WE DEPRESS TO IMPRESS I GUESS IN LAYER AFTER LAYER TO GET OFF OUR CHEST#IT'S COLD OUT NOW CAN WE TAKE IT OFF LATER#BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY IF WE BOTH KNOW THE DANGER SO#DOOOCTOR. COULD YOU RUN ANOTHER TEST?#GOT A FEELING THAT THIS TIME I MIGHT JUST PASS IT#WELL IF YOU RAISE THE AVERAGE-#WE'LL ALL SING WHEN THE BELL CURVE RINGS#IN LYRICS SYMPTOMATIC OF THE WAY WE THINK#IF OUR HARMONIES DON'T SYNC WE CAN CHANGE OUR VOICES#AND CHORUS THE CONDITION OF OUR. DIAGNOSES!!!#parasight#janelias
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*insert bullshit here about how Kill La Kill basically references G Gundam*
I am not joking, I just am too inebriated to make a thoughtful/proper post rn because my friend and I did a KLK drinking game...
But like HOLY SHIT dude that's the first time I started rewatching KLK since getting back into G and... omg đđ
Might delete later, or might post an actual Ted Talk argument tomorrow when I'm sober xD
#Ryuuko is SUCH a Domon#Like omfgggg#And the BOXING MATCH WEARING THE CLOAK IN EP 2#DUDE!!#Cannot decide if Senketsu would be Rain or Allenby đđđ#Rain would lead to more canonical KLK comedic flustered arguments#BUT Allenby would be great twinsies soulmates queerplatonic clothes#GOD what does that say about me that I'm like âyeah my favorite character would be great as clothes!â Kshdhsj#might delete later#KLK already is based off of Sukeban Deka so has my absolute respect as far as badass magical-girl-esque influences đ#HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SCISSOR BLADE?#Saving your father? Avenging the death of your father? Same deal#Forced to win a competition using a mech that syncs to your body and mind?#Forced to fight to the top using super sentient clothes that sync to your body and mind??#Same deal#Sorry lmao
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me watching baby & otis commit atrocities as a duo
#the way theyâre so in sync in devils rejects#like they bounce off each other#yes theyâre constantly bickering yet also somehow constantly on the same page#Iâm sorry am I just not supposed to be obsessed#devils rejects rewatch
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Syn has been living in my head rent free so he gets put in situations, situations being going to a nice café apparently and chatting with another shadow mewtwo, hope this is okay @seasidemew also Pikkot and the concept of Stardust Café belongs to @spikyegg!
Business was steady within multiverse Stardust café, Pokémon filed in and out most ordering their treats to go as they continued on their journey through the possibilities while some chose to stay and take a seat, taking a moment to relax within the calm aromatic atmosphere of the shop, freshly baked treats and breads steamed creating a delicious scent with carefully crafted teas to suit. The customers chatted at their tables to those they'd never even met before from entirely different worlds all taking the time to enjoy the delicacies lovingly baked by Pikkot in the kitchen, strangers exchanged cakes and brownies to each other in warmth as for a time a great sense of community was created within the room.
Due to the boundaries of this space within and between universes synergy corrupt individuals found that they quickly mellowed out as the behaviours of seeking more power were impossible in this environment and yet being in this bubble outside of worlds kept them appeased allowing many to return to an almost rational state. Though the many customers still exercised an air of caution about the two dark hued genetic Pokémon that were chatting up a storm at one of the tables, creating a noticeable area of empty seats. The taller, lighter gray hued of the two laughed into his hand as his tail idly swayed the end glowing brightly as it brushed across the floor. The more dark blue gray hued one with bright glowing crackles of energy flashing over her skin continued moving her hands in flourish as she told her story, her tail tip flicked in engagement though rested on a stool rather than laying on the floor like her companion's due to the bright shining and incredibly sharp crystal fused into the tip of her tail.
"Of course I wasn't going to let such a cheap tactic fly, while I understand it from a battle strategy point of view my way of seeing it is, if one is going to execute some cheap trick you need to be sure you can follow through, use it to your advantage to strike an ending blow and win, otherwise you're just gonna piss me off," she laughed a bit of an empty cruel laugh her tail swaying near the base which didn't quite reach the end, "well, I say that is if the miserable little creature had any real chance of winning." Her hand moved, rolling her wrist to flourish with her hand once more, "not to brag or anything." Her tone not matching her statement.
"I will give them the fact they managed to create a mark," her finger touched over a small scar on her forearm tapping it before turning her arm in examination, "not that it's that noticeable, well not noticeable to normal people at least but noticeable to champions," her mouth turned into a grin and although she showed teeth it was playful as her tone complimented casually. Her companion smirked as he raised a brow before relaxing into a chuckle.
"Complimenting me won't make me reconsider my evaluation on how much of a threat you might be," though they watched each other with equal caution there was a level of ease and playfulness to his tone, "but it does boost my ego." She tutted.
"Arceus in heaven above we can't be having that," she remarked playfully. She leant back casually in her chair in a half stretch as he turned from the waist to look around the café casually at hearing the bell on the door chime, he regarded the Bisharp with little interest turning back to sitting forward. There was a softer chime from the order up bell as a short, glasses wearing orange tailed mewtwo collected the plates of cakes and other confectioneries along with the two teacups and a specially chosen tea brewed in a teapot to compliment the taste buds. As they walked around the front desk carefully holding the tray in their hands the Bisharp moved backwards in a deliberate fast beat that saw their foot standing directly on one of the mewtwos toes and their bladed body roughly knocking into them also as the mewtwo staggered from surprise and no doubt pain. Their momentum saw them side stepping before they steadied and slowed the tray still balanced and no treats lost or tea spilt as they sighed in relief.
The Bisharp barked some remark about watching where you're going to the Mewtwo as they continued forward, keeping their head down before arriving at the table of the shadow Pokémon without further incident. Carefully they took the plates from the tray placing them on the table along with the teacups and pot, the lighter one, Syn glanced over the food that had been delivered and brought his eyes over to glance at the other mewtwo, short for mewtwo standards for sure with a short tail to boot, a bump in the chest piece that would indicate a mega stone along with some noticeable scarring around the region. His eyes glanced at the cuts made in their side that were starting to slowly bleed.
"That looked like it hurt," he commented casually as they put down the last of the tables order, he watched them move their shoulder and arm to look at the cuts and frown to themselves.
"aah dratâŠI guess it did," the mewtwo who he realized was a female spoke from their mouth, "could've been worse though, so glad it wasn't." Her tone was infectiously positive and a bit on the loud side."Pikkots gonna end up making a first aid wall of shame for me though at this rate," she laughs in an easy manner, "well I hope you both enjoy, and Darkness don't cause any trouble."
The darker mewtwo made something of a bleh sound in response as the orange two walked back to the kitchen to go receive first aid for their cuts, giving the bisharp an incredibly wide berth.
Syn made a soft laugh, "I still can't believe you settled on Darkness as your name."
"Oh yea sure Mr Syn-ergy crystal, I was young I'd only had this body what 3 minutes when I made that choice, I'm looking into experimenting with a new name ya jerk." Her tone was easy though as he chuckled picking out a treat to try from the selection, dramatically hovering his hand above the plates twirling his finger.
"So, how do you know that other mewtwo? Didn't strike me as the type of person you'd hang out with."
Darkness took a macaron and popped it in her mouth happily enjoying the texture and flavor on her tongue with a satisfied hum before speaking with projected telepathy, "she's not, that was May she's," she paused struggling for words rolling her wrist in a few circles before uncertainly settling on, "she was my first suitable host that survived having me implanted into them, and she's the horrid creature that mutually corrupted me as I corrupted her." She made a noise, "and I suppose now in this body I'm technically her clone sibling as I had to use her genetic sequencing to create this absolute form of perfection." She gestures to herself proudly in emphasis, "I blame the unique situation of our corruption for my, difficulties now with taking over another host. Luckily this body suits me quite nicely." She shrugged casually lifting the teapot carefully with psychic energy and pouring the tea into one of the available cups, she glanced with her eyes and motioned with her head and Syn moved his cup to motion that yes he would like a cup too.
"You must be fibbing," he brought the cup to his lips to take a drink before biting into a cupcake, he continued telepathically, "she's hardly a viable host? I haven't seen her use any Psychic powers, she walks around mouth talks and carries things in her hands plus she let that Bisharp get away with bullying her, she seems too soft to survive a corruption event. And there's no way you're cloned from her, she's all small and cute looking and you're well," he gestures vaguely, "you're designer."
"Good save with that one," She chuckled "and you're telling me, I am well aware of the state of her," Darkness sighed a bit turning a cupcake between her fingers, "she's, something, she's annoying weak and placid but it took me years to wear her down enough to take over, I was implanted before she was even technically full grown or officially born. It's embarrassing to think how long she prevented me for, but I suppose admirable in a weird way. I have a bit more of an appreciation for her now that I'm, more organic, urg semantics." She bit into the cupcake aggressively with a frustrated huff at her display of emotions.
He raised a brow at her, "it took years to possess her? And what happened when you finally succeeded?" he leant his elbow on the table leaning in a bit to hear more, he was a bit surprised in all honesty wondering what that meant for the power this May had to remain herself for so long.
"When I finally was able to take control I found a strange amount of potential within her, I found when used by the right person, myself of course, she could be incredibly powerful and dangerous. She was strong and I'll admit I was shocked at how well she took hits. Though I decided partly from vainness and partly from the fact I resented her at the time that she was inadequate even with her potential and decided to find the perfect vessel which led to having to clone and make the perfect body myself. I have to do all the hard work around here." She chuckled to herself.
"I'll admit though, I do worry about what she'd be like under the effects of an unaltered synergy crystal, no ideas mister," She lazily pointed a finger at him in accusation as he put his hands up in mock surrender pondering what would happen if he extended his corruption to her.
"I can see your face thinking, it could be your funeral." Darkness shrugged idly before smiling a bit as she chuckled to herself pointing with her thumb at a different mewtwo of a red pink hue and many discoloration patterns wearing a prosthetic on one arm and using psychic energy to recreate the other to make up for not having actual arms below the elbow and higher on one arm and a more pointed tail, "it also means I'm related to that fool over there another clone not made by me, if I have to put up with them at least I get free entertainment." She laughed a bit but Syn could see a bit of softness to her as she watched the other mewtwo flirting away to some male customers.
The orange mewtwo May returned from wherever she'd gone sporting some plasters and bandages carrying trays and deliveries out to people once again. "So, that scar on her chest was-?"
"That's from me yes," Darkness casually answered before he could finish as she touched the jagged crystal growing out of her chest, "burst out of her when I finally took over, was incredibly painstaking making sure I got every piece out of her when I transfered into this form, I'm amazed I can still mega evolve with the mewtonite in such a state." She moved her tail, lifting it to show off the sharp crystal on the end like a blade, "this was all home grown however, carefully shaped and added."
"You grew synergy crystal?" Syn asked intrigued as she started to tell him about the process of successfully managing to grow and farm synergy crystal and how to encourage the crystals to grow a certain way.
Syn continued to glance over at the other customers as they discussed in lengths the process of crystal growing. He would watch the other mewtwos as well, some from many other universes arrived and he observed and mentally categorized them. Most of them looked like easy pickings, others looked like very filling meals. At some point Darkness as sneakily as possible opened a jar of gherkins, he accepted one to try in confusion to why she brought them to a sweetie café watching her bite into a cupcake and then a gherkin. He could faintly hear Pikkot in the kitchen gasp in absolute horror as though sensing someone was committing crimes against his baking as Syn could only stare in bafflement.
"Not pregnant are you, dear Darkness?" He smirked playfully in mock as he looked at her and she looked back at him, with the silence becoming just a touch deafening.
"Look-" She began before there was an incredibly loud clattering of metal trays and the scraping of a chair rapidly sliding across the floor before clattering over loudly. It distracted both the shadow Pokémon enough to look over at the drama.
The bisharp from before was stood with their table and chair thrown about and trays scattered across the floor. The red pink hued mewtwo apparently called Matt had his arms to his chest in startled protective reflex as he stood near the trouble making Pokémon.
"Look I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, that is completely unacceptable! Like look at this mess man, I'm gonna have to pick this all up!" Matt threw up his arms in an exaggerated fashion at his frustration at the mess. The Bisharp eyed Matt up as it moved slowly stalking to the side like some predator eyeing up its prey. The other customers quickly moved to be as far away as they could to be out of the danger zone.
"Woah.. Woah hey now..dont like how you're looking at me..you wouldn't attack a guy with no arms would ya?" Matt turned on his feet following the prowling Bisharp not letting it get behind him and quickly yelping as it decided to lunge with Matt promptly half throwing himself to the side out the way yelling, "NEVER MIND I GUESS YOU WOULD."
He slipped on some smooshed cake as he attempted to scramble away from the danger, Syn almost wondered if he should step in if only for the thrill of a fight. He moved to stand and felt Darkness grab his forearm with a quiet, "hold on I wanna see what happens," as he gave her a confused look wondering why she was preventing probably the only competent person from stepping in to help her supposed brother.
The Bisharp swung their arm to slash with intent to cause serious injury before it's body froze in place, a thin shimmering white outline could be seen around their body as May stepped out from the kitchen with a cold expression, her eyes completely white. Despite the psychic energy rolling off of her in waves picking up the scattered chairs and tables scooping up squished cake and generally tidying up she didn't float, her arms carefully wrapped under Matts to pull him up as he moved to very quickly duck behind his furious sister.
She looked around the restaurant scanning over to make sure that no one else was hurt and nothing else needed fixing as the Bisharp made a grunt of effort as they attempted to break free of the psychic restraint, her head snapping to look at them at the sound.
She stared at them, tail swishing up and down as the metal blade on their arm began to quietly rattle and with a crack the metal shattered and they dropped to the floor at the sudden release.
The bisharp wailed at the destruction of their blade and there was no sympathy on her face as they stumbled holding their injured arm that hung limp with the pain having more than just a damaged pride as they fled out the door. Her eyes remained aglow watching after them, undoubtedly aware that with a damaged blade the social position of that bisharp was now ruined, that they would likely lose their pack and struggle to hunt, and there was still no sympathy on her face as she blinked and her eyes returned to normal.
"Boooo you should've killed him," Darkness hollered as other customers looked at her in horror at her suggestion as she simply smirked and shrugged. May shook her head checking over her brother asking if he was hurt before sweeping up the scattered metal shards off the floor and moving to apologize to the nearby customers for the actions she just took.
"What just happened.." Syn glanced at Darkness in bewilderment but also in slight awe at the casual brutality he just witnessed.
"I told you, Mays got potential but for some reason she can use her powers to protect other people and not herself and when she does use her powers? Well you saw what happened. Again, no ideas mister I don't wanna see her as a shadow version of her."
"Of course," he spoke glancing over as May went back to work, "I wouldn't dream of it." He lied casually.
#My writing#My ocs#@Seasidemews Syn#(hope u don't mind me tagging this one didn't wanna bother ur main)#@spikyegg Pikkot#I'd like to formally apologise for Darkness committing crimes against Pikkots baking and for the fallen cakes#But the idea of Pikkot just sensing someone doing something off with his food and gasping in horror and disgust amuses me so#Me @ Syn: so you got a bad bitch already synergy corrupted but like a side flavor of synergy that probably can't sync with urs-#And she's toll (6'9) and incredibly powerful while also having higher conscious and awareness so shes got complexity#Or you've got May who's just kinda short but she could and would kill someone without hesitation if they threatened her fam#And Syn goes hmmm I want the smol one XD I can see him preferring someone he can corrupt and corrupt with his synergy#Since him and Darkness unfortunately probably can't vibe but at least she's not rival but they can banter#Mushroom really said due to reasons shadow Pokémon get to be more chill here but pokemon that are assholes are still assholes#I needed drama okay XD#So Syns a lot more chill since he's not starving for energy and Darkness is less edgy too they're just vibing ur honor#Also darkness preggo moment maybe she usually ends up with a karma kid for her crimes so she suffers with anxiety from higher consciousness#Me @ darkness bing bong get frontal lobed binch#Also Matts here for comic relief but trust me he probably tries to shoot his shot with Syn only for the rejection sorry Matt#Matt is not immune to pretty men even if evil#Syn really just shows up in my brain and I go of course sir here take a seat and eat nice food /I/ am not immune to shadow mewtwo#(also I am assume Syns more that 6'9 otherwise oops Darkness would be Toller than him but like he probably has height over her)#(and may is 5'4 so shes SMOL ur honor but absolutely would attempt to fight Syn if he was actually in their universe being a threat)#(she can and WILL bite lmao)
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can someone teleport me to the poolrooms and shoot me so my blood is staining the pristine tiles and water. Nothing should be alive there
#Jesus Christ I just realized that ur cells might temporarily live on after You The Person die. Like i guess it depends on what counts as#Alive but even when ur heart stops I'm guessing ur red blood cells might stay active???? Not to mention the bacteria in your gut#Me: wouldn't it be so cool if there was blood in the poolrooms bc they're so surreal and pristine and the blood would both break that#And yet be perfectly fitting moreso than any living being? Wouldn't that be cool?#(realizes that even after ur brain shuts off your cells probably won't die in perfect sync and some might survive even briefly after YOU di#And that's what causes some sort of existential anxiety attack) what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck#Seriously though sorry if I sound like an edge lord but i want to put blood in the poolrooms bc it sounds so beautiful. The red blue#Contrast and the staining of the tiles itches my brain just right. It's not something you could make a story about it's something you have#Take on it's own. Like you have to let it be an image whether written or drawn it can't be (primarily) a story. Like there's an implied#Story (who took a gun into the poolrooms) but you have to prioritize the spectacle rather than the series of events#Does this make sense? Writing about someone being teleported to and murdered in the poolrooms is fine but#The simple... It's not shock but the way a dead body with deep red blood either laying on the tile or floating in the pool#There's a story but the story pales in comparison to the single snapshot of the moment. I should've been a fish#Like a pufferfish with a beak so I could eat clams I saw a pufferfish eat clams in person one time and it was fuckin incredible literally#Life-changing. It's just like ok. Yeah ok thats right that's how it's supposed to be. I understand now
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Rlly feelin like laura rn. I have a FEVER. Im bleeding from my slut HOLE. My phone got trapped in the couch and trying to locate it somehow BENT my phone and now its broken and im using an ancient iphone of which the ios is incompatible with most apps. Pain and suffering!!! Pain and suffering!!!
#Like this is TOO MANY THINGS#Me and laura are the exact same actually!!! this is the same ammt of suffering and torment#I should get a new phone in a few days i just have to PAY FOR IT and the warranty doesnt rlly matter cause i might as well just pay off the#phone and upgrade but like UGH#I just GOT this phone its not even 6 months old#Also its so fucked im worried it cant even sync all my data and stuff#like wahhhHhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH#Also im the whiniest whiner while sick like i am a giant baby and i am so very annoying when im sick so this is just too fuckin much#Phone BROKEN. PUSSY BLEEDING. BODY TEMPERATURE TOO HIGH#poki posting#IM SORRY I HAD TO MAKE A POST COMPLAINING LMAO
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EXPAND ON THIS
https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/758472884430716928/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-you-just-cant-make
AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guysâ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple
cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry đ); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :â3
(you tell them itâs a wrong send, and that itâs meant for johnny so they all said, âoh damn. welp,â and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)
johnny fucks you first. the guys didnât complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, âwatch me.â
not us, but me. like youâre a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that⊠doesnât deter you at all.
instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnnyâs smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.
he doesnât care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.
he crawls until heâs on top of you, and throws out, âlet me show ye how to fuck âer, yes?â
you donât even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because heâs already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessssâ
this is the delicious burn youâve wanted. oh god oh godâ
it didnât even take johnny long before youâre cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.
you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like itâs a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.
itâs gross and weird, especially as the recollection that youâve had an audience hits you, but then johnnyâs stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someoneâs already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.
you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesnât ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you donât know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.
which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who isâwasâslowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.
you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then johnâs rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet johnâs stare head on.
he looks⊠calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.
you donât know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because johnâs already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like heâs scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.
god, whyâs everything so difficult with himâeven now, speared with his cock, you still donât know how to react. itâs like youâre a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your COâs scrutiny. itâs jarring, terrifying, really, but then johnâs drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.
you hear more than see johnâs pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags onânuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like heâs taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because heâs so different from johnny.
johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and itâs so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.
you donât know how long heâs got you like that, but then heâs pulling back and away, and, ânonono, please. please, sirââ
âshh, iâve got you,â he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know somethingâs changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.
you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like theyâre appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like youâre submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.
you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know somethingâs happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because johnâs fucking back into you.
it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you havenât felt beforeâjohnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like heâs trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.
it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you canât, not when johnâ
âfuck!â you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.
you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. itâs like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.
you donât even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, johnâs already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize heâs still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.
it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirtâs been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.
you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that thereâs no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasnât there beforeâclose to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that donât require your involvement.
the same shelving where youâve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.
âkyle?â you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didnât matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.
excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladedâice shards against still waters.
kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.
his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonderâseeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.
he reaches for your waist and drags you so youâre laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when youâre bare before him.
you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.
âyouâve been so good to us, love,â he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.
you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if heâs doing this for youâtalking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyleâ
kyle is trying to distract you.
youâve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. itâs out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyleâs left leg the way he treats all his smaller gunsânever straying beyond his person, and hovering close. youâve once asked him if it wasnât more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like youâve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, âthereâs a certain pleasure in having it displayed.â
like a promise and an assuranceâhe will always be faster; the one who is more in control.
and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.
you didnât even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.
âdonât worry,â he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. âall good girls have to be rewarded.â
kyle doesnât fuck you with his cock right away; instead, heâd bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.
you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesnât reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussyâs still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.
he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them outâhe lifts up and sucks your other nippleâand punching them back in. itâs a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyleâs back because how could he make you feel good just like this?
itâs almost a laughable parallelâjust an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didnât even need to feel ecstatic, just something thatâd rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.
how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that heâs even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?
how dare heâ
âno!â you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!
âoh, love,â kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. âiâm not done yet, i promise.â
you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and johnâand the reminder that theyâre there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick secondâkyle doesnât press in slow nor gentle.
no.
kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmedâbecause there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasureâbefore you black out for a second.
you come to the feeling of kyleâs hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.
he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. âcame so soon fâr me, love.â
your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.
âthat must mean yâr ready for something else, yeah?â
a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, youâre sure.
buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.
you wonder what your face mustâve looked like because kyle begins to croon.
âiâve seen this from a homemade porn video.â he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. âand iâve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didnât press it on her clit.â
whatâ
kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you donât notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know heâs just as interested.
kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like youâre being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and itâs weird because kyleâs still in you so whatâ
you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on yourâ
âno way,â johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you canât because heâs right.
no way.
kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic areaâkyle had pressed the toy on your womb.
the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because youâve never felt this way before. you didnât even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyleâs already resuming the pace heâd set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.
you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. theyâre still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you donât even realize youâve begun to babble.
âno more!â you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyleâs chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.
everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and itâs building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.
âiâm scared! iâm scared, kyle please!â
your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.
âyâr pussyâs going stir crazy, baby,â he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.
it is something youâve never felt before; itâs almost like you are relearning your body at this very momentâlike kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.
kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and itâs like heâs been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.
how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you donât know, but your orgasm is building, peakingâ
it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.
your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.
he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, âjust one more, little bird.â
kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.
he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldnât even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.
waiting.
âwasâit?â you finally bite out because you know simonâyou know ghostâand there is something thatâs sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.
simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
you groan, growing impatient. âtell mâ.â
but he still doesnât talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that youâre still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, âsâmon, noâŠâ
he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.
âwonât you let me fuck this hole instead,â simon finally replies.
your heart lurches to your throat, and youâre not the only one surprised because johnnyâs bounding in close, excited, chatting simonâs ear how he wants to go next, âplease, LT?â
you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simonâs already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnnyâs so impatientâa master and his dogâbefore they turn to you again.
it is only then do you realize that simon hadnât been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isnât yes.
anal sex hasnât been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simonâs gaze is heavy. itâs final.
before you can even reply, johnâs already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube youâve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.
you lay there, on simonâs lap, seeing them flanking you for this⊠corrupting.
âokay,â you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.
thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.
âgood girl.â
whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3
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can't believe i had that much to say about sasuhina in the year 2023 but here i am lmao
#talk no jutsu#sasuke#hinata#i just think their potential dynamic would be soooooo funny to me#both as a concept and how i think it plays out. bc they both strike me as the kind of ppl who have mutual social circles (rookie 9#fuck i forgot dashes close a tag. but ye with the rookie 9 then being bloodline clan heirs and dojutsu wielders#so like. all these things that on paper they have in common. but in practice they don't interact at all outside of common group social event#bc the impression they give each other would just totally turn them off from each other and from making an effort to get to know the other#but. BUT. if somehow on the slim chance they DID manage to get their brain waves synced????#absolutely unstoppable duo#sasuke: ...so u mean to tell me konoha higher ups are completely aware that half of ur family enslaves the other half#and sasuke just implodes#hinata's deal otoh would be like#hinata: i know you have a complex relationship with your brother but as an elder sister myself i just can't understand how did that to you#hinata: i can't picture myself ever putting hanabi through what you had to endure as a kid. i'm sorry he hurt you like that#sasuke.exe encounters an error trying to process that
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synop: (this is the final part to this series) ; you somehow manage to take on both viktor and jayce inside the lab.
wc: 2k
includes: smĂŒt(ns//fw), fem!reader, threĂ«some, fĂŻngering, Ă«dging, v penetrĂ€tion, double v penetrĂ€tion, semi-public sĂ«x, dirty talk
extra: make sure to read part 1 & 2 as well!! thank you all for the love and support on this <33
âshit.â jayce groans at the sight of you. neither he nor viktor could argue against your wishes when you looked so damn good like that, begging for them both. you watch as both of them blush a soft red before both nodded in agreement. âitâll take someâŠtime.â jayce adds with a slight gesture to his own twitching cöck; pride and worry in his tone.
but none of that mattered. you said what you said and youâd live up to it. âdonât care. i want you both.â
and he wasnât kidding when he said it would take some time.
after what feels like an eternity of jayce fingering you, stretching you out, drawing you closer and closer to a second orgasm only to rip his fingers away from you, youâre beginning to fear you might lose your mind. you sit in his lap, as heâs returned to sitting on top of the desk, with your legs spread open wide for all to see. and if you were in any other state of mind, you might have been a little embarrassed about being so exposed. but not now, now you were simply dumbed down with pleasure as jayceâs hand sneaks its way back to your aching pussy.
âno more.â you weep, tensing up as his fingers press back into your core. he easily slides three fingers clean up until the second knuckle inside of you.
âsorry pretty, gotta make sure you can take us both.â jayce mumbles softly into your hair, almost apologetically but heâs not really that sorry. heâs not sorry at all, especially when his fingers slip oh-so-easily inside of you and the noises he forces out of you and your soaking cunt. listening to you moan while your core makes the most embarrassing, wet noises; oh no it turned him and viktor on extremely.
viktor stands between your thighs then, kissing the top of your head as he presses two of his own fingers inside you, sliding right up against jayceâs fingers and stretching you even further. âyou were the one who begged for both of us, werenât you?â vik hums in a teasing tone, a smile on his face. he flexes his fingers inside of you, just about the same time jayce does and it would have pissed you off how in sync they were but the mind numbing pleasure shut you up far too quickly.
âjust a little more.â jayce encourages sweetly, placing a kiss against your head.
you whine in response to both of them, panting heavily as their fingers begin to work faster inside of you. they both finger you in turn, matching each otherâs pace effortlessly, as they stretch you more and more. jayceâs fingers push deep, viktorâs pulls out, jayce slips his fingers out, viktor pushes his right back in. back and forth they work on your cunt until youâre growing hotter. lava burns in your lower abdomen and in your thighs and it makes you fidget against jayceâs lap. you whine at the tight feeling at your core, begging for any kind of release. and as the tightness grows closer and closer, you get louder and louder with each press of the fingers inside of you. the threat of coming again makes your toes curl, back arching, fingers gripping into the closest arm you can grab onto as your orgasm burns in your lower half.
but just like the several times before, the two men remove their fingers just at the last second. your orgasm threatens to break open the floodgates but is quickly retreating at the loss of stimulation and the edging leaves you gasping while tears cling to your eyelashes. ââts enough! i canât take it anymore!â you plead.
jayce returns to placing soft kisses wherever he can reach while his hands smooth along your arms and the rest of your body. âyou did amazing.â he praises, adjusting your body as he speaks, so now you can fully lean your weight back against him. hands sliding under your thighs and keeping your legs open for the next part to come. âviktor, give her what she wants.â
you could almost weep at his words but instead you nod as quickly as you can. âplease.â
âmhm darling.â viktor softly hums in response to your begging. one of his hands presses against jayceâs knee as he angles himself right up against your core. his other hand wraps around his overly aching cock, giving it a swift tug with a low groan, before heâs pressing forward. the tip of his pink head slides easily against your wet cunt; and he slides even easier inside of your waiting body.
you tighten at the intrusion but quickly welcome it as viktor bottoms out. his hips press against your own as he slips his cock all the way inside you, reaching deeper than their fingers could have and it makes you cry with relief. âyes! god, yes.â you groan as you take all of viktor with ease.
who in turn mimics your groan at the warmth wrapped around him. he braces himself completely down onto jayceâs thighs now, forcing himself to still for a moment. âshit...â viktor comments with a whine before he slowly pulls out, his pretty eyes never leaving where the two of you connect, staring as he disappears once again inside of you. and he whimpers when he bottoms out for the second time.
you canât help but chuckle a little at his fixation on your bodies meshing together. you reach with a gentle hand and caress the side of his face and he melts into your touch, glancing up at you while his hips begin to move ever so slightly. âyou ok?â you ask sweetly, thumb rubbing across the high of his cheekbone.
âi am better than okay.â viktor replies with a small smile. the pupils of his eyes are wide upon looking up at your mutually red face and you manage a weak smile right back at him.
âcâmere. youâre making me feel so good.â you hum and your words make his hips stutter. he moves just a little faster, leaning forward with your guiding hand to allow both of you to kiss. and you kiss him oh so sweetly. your tongue running across his bottom lip and he gladly matches your movement while he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you.
jayce bites down on your shoulder, not to hurt you or anything, just to get your attention as you and viktor share a heated kiss. âdonât forget about meâŠâ he mutters, pouting as he shifts his hips to press his own angry red head against your body.
you gasp softly at the thick of his tip pressing into your skin, causing you to briefly break the kiss with viktor to glance over your shoulder at the pouting man. âwell, come on then. make me feel good too.â you tell jayce and itâs all he needs to hear before his hand slips from the back of your thigh to wrap around his thick cock, pressing the head right up against where viktor steadily fucks into you. you return to kissing viktor, eating up every whimper and groan the other man lets loose into your mouth.
jayce times everything else perfectly. as viktor pulls out, jayce rushes inside. his thick cock spears you deeper than vikâs had and you hate to say it but thank fuck for all the prepping jayce had insisted on. he slips deep inside and before you can fully adjust to his size alone, viktor is slipping himself right back inside of you; right next to jayce.
to say youâre stuffed full is an understatement. they both sit deep inside of you, moving just enough to continue to stretch you further now that theyâve managed to fit inside. you canât help but cry into vikâs mouth, and itâs his turn to eat up every noise you make. and just like with their fingers before, the two fall into a perfect rhythm. viktor dives in, jayce slips out, viktor presses back inside; the combo leaves you breathless.
jayceâs hands return to your thighs as he ruts inside of you, messy but he makes up for it with his girth while viktor places perfectly angled thrusts into every sensitive bit inside your throbbing pussy. you break the kiss with a sharp cry as the two continue, hearing vik whimper at how much tighter you must feel now. meanwhile jay is in your ear grunting harshly with each thrust. âfuck.â he groans, hips never faltering as pleasure takes hold of him while he slips and slides right up against viktor. his nose digs into the crook of your neck and he practically pants against you, fingers tightening on your thighs.
you canât even respond. words are nonexistent to you anymore as youâre split in half with both men fucking you; and all you can do is weep with pleasure. your orgasm is quick to build up again, it doesnât take much now anyway, as the burn returns inside of your lower half. viktor presses his head against your other shoulder and somehow the two know to turn and place kisses against your throat. you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow but would need a damn turtleneck at this point tooâŠyou canât complain though.
âgoing toâŠâ viktor whispers against your neck and you nod in agreement. you were also getting closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm too.
doesnât help when jayce suddenly ups his speed and deepens his thrusts, throwing both you and viktor into a spiraling mess. âj-jayce!â you cry, his fingers tightening again against your thighs as he practically piledrives inside of you, wildly thrusting against viktor as well.
âcanât last.â jayce grunts, burying his nose as deep as he can into your neck once more. âfinish together.â he adds with a deep groan.
viktor is the first to lose himself. he slips out, whimpering, thrusting into his hand to finish himself off across your hip. you, mere seconds after vik, finish with jayce still pounding into you. he fucks you through your orgasm as it crashes down on you like a wave. you try to form any semblance of words but nothing slips past your lips besides pathetic whines. and with you squeezing tight around jayce through your much needed orgasm, it brings him into his own. his hips stutter harshly a few more times inside your spent pussy before heâs slipping out of you, quickly fucking the rest of his climax out against his hand, roping every last drop out onto your thigh and hip.
after his finish, all three of you return to mostly silence then, the lab being filled with nothing but your shared heavy breaths in the wake of your orgasms. you slump against jayce as viktor leans against you, running a hand to smooth through viktorâs hair as you all try and collect yourselves. and to think this all happened because you were too impatient to wait for nightfall. the thought put a small smile on your lips.
âgods. i need a shower.â you cut through the silence, smiling fondly as both jayce and viktor manage weak laughs. âbut i donât think iâll be walking for a little while.â you add as you semi stretch out along jayceâs strong lap, soreness already settling into your hips.
as if sudden dots are connected, both men realize that theyâve completelyâfor lack of better wordsâsoiled you; covered in their sticky mess during the midst of their highs. viktor scrambles to find something to clean you up with as jayce shifts and adjusts you onto the desk he previously had been sitting on to help in the search with viktor. shamefully, they come up with nothing besides jayceâs large shirt and he tries cleaning you up the best he can with it.
meanwhile, you try your best not to laugh as he forfeits up his clothes, staining his shirt with the mess he and viktor shared. you watch with soft eyes as jayce cleans you up while vik dresses himself, handing you jayceâs jacket to semi cover yourself with. ânext timeâŠletâs use a bed. and be closer to a proper bath.â you hum âinnocentlyâ.
with both men staring at you with shocked faces, youâre unable to hold back anymore; you break out into laughter as viktor and jayce both chirp a surprise; ânext time?â
#zevrra zevrra!#spicy zev!!#18+ mdni#arcane#jayvik#jayvik x fem!reader#jayvik x reader#jayce talis#jayce x fem!reader#jayce x reader#viktor arcane#viktor x f!reader#viktor x reader#jayce smut#viktor smut#arcane smut#arcane fic#did not proofread this </3#i love them your honor#this is the final part as of rn! perhaps a friendly beneficiary series will come around hmmmmmm#anyway i hope you enjoy!!#thanks for all the love đ€
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short drabble
Ekko and heimerdinger are being nerdy while you sleep
requested. by anon
There was always a soft hum of machinery that filled the air in Heimerdingerâs workshop. And with that accompanied by the occasional clink of tools and the professorâs enthusiastic ramblings. The workshop had an oddly calming atmosphere, a mix of glowing gadgets, bubbling contraptions, and the gentle warmth of lamp-lit light. It was perfect for dozing off, especially after a long day of following Ekko around Zaun.
You were sprawled out on the old, lumpy couch tucked in a corner of the workshop, your head cushioned by one of Ekkoâs jackets that youâd claimed for yourself. Curled up against your side was your pet, a small, scrappy Zaunite fox. Its fur was a mix of gray and russet, with glowing green streaks running along its ears and tail. Ekko had found it injured near one of the Sump scrapers, and after some patching up, it had attached itself to you like glue.
Ekko called it âScrapsâ (because of course he would), and Scraps was now peacefully snoozing, just like you.
Across the room, Ekko and Heimerdinger were huddled around one of the professorâs latest inventions, discussing something that involved words you didnât fully understand.
ââŠbut if you accelerate the coreâs energy output without stabilizing the oscillation, itâll implode,â Ekko said, gesturing animatedly at the device.
Heimerdinger adjusted his tiny glasses, nodding. âPrecisely! Which is why you must ensure the harmonic calibrations are syncedâah, but donât forget to account for temporal distortions.â
As the professor continued explaining, Ekkoâs focus wavered. His gaze drifted toward the couch where you were sleeping, your form softly rising and falling with each breath. Scraps twitched its glowing tail but stayed nestled close to you.
A small smile crept onto Ekkoâs face. You looked so peaceful, completely at odds with the chaos that usually surrounded you both in Zaun. Your hand was loosely tangled in Scrapsâ fur, your other arm tucked under your cheek.
He didnât notice the professor had stopped talking until Heimerdingerâs voice broke through his thoughts. âAh, young love,â Heimerdinger said, his tone tinged with teasing amusement.
Ekko snapped his head back toward him, blinking. âHuh? Whatâre you talking about?â
Heimerdinger chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. âThereâs no use denying it, dear boy. The way youâre looking at them, itâs rather endearing, really.â
Ekkoâs ears burned. âI wasnâtâI mean, I was justââ He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. âTheyâre asleep, alright? Thatâs all.â
Heimerdinger hummed, clearly unconvinced. âStill, allow me to impart some wisdom, as one who has witnessed countless romances blossom and wither over the centuries.â
âOh no,â Ekko muttered, groaning.
Ignoring him, Heimerdinger continued, his voice taking on the tone of a well-meaning but meddling elder. âWhen courting a significant other, one must always show respect, patience, and attentiveness. Flowers are an excellent gesture, but so is active listening. Communication, you see, is the foundation ofââ
âProfessor,â Ekko interrupted, exasperated. âI donât think you understand. Weâre notââ
âYoung people these days,â Heimerdinger said with a dramatic shake of his head, cutting him off. âAlways so quick to dismiss advice. But mark my words: treat them well, or youâll regret it!â
Before Ekko could retort, Scraps stirred, lifting its head with a sleepy yawn. The movement mustâve disturbed you because you shifted slightly, blinking groggily as the sound of their voices filtered through your half asleep haze.
âMm⊠whatâs going on?â you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Scraps hopped off the couch and stretched before circling back to your lap.
Ekko winced, shooting you an apologetic look. âSorry, Firefly,â he said softly, using the nickname heâd given you. âDidnât mean to wake you up.â
Fireflyâbecause you were always a little light in Zaunâs darkness, buzzing around him with endless energy.
You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. âItâs fine,â you murmured, scratching Scraps behind the ears. âWhat were you guys talking about?â
Heimerdinger perked up. âOh, nothing of consequence!â he said cheerfully, though his smirk told a different story. âMerely enlightening young Ekko on the art of courtship.â
You blinked, then glanced at Ekko, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. âCourtship?â you repeated, raising an eyebrow.
âDonât start,â Ekko muttered, shooting Heimerdinger a look.
The professor chuckled, his ears twitching. âAh, youth. So easily embarrassed.â
You couldnât help but laugh at Ekkoâs expression, your earlier grogginess fading. âWell, did you learn anything useful?â you teased.
Ekko rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. âYeah, yeah, laugh it up.â
He reached out, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand back. âFor real, though. Sorry we woke you up. Want me to walk you home?â
You shook your head, leaning back against the couch. âNah, Iâm good here. I like listening to you two talk.â
Heimerdinger beamed. âA kindred spirit indeed! Intellectual discourse is a joy to behold, is it not?â
Ekko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âAnd now youâve encouraged him. Great.â
You just laughed again, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around you. Scraps let out a contented sigh, curling up in your lap, and Ekko plopped down on the couch beside you. His hand found yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, his usual ease returning.
The three of you stayed in the workshop, for endless hours as the two nerds worked on their projects. Whereas you cheered them on at the sidelines with cute olâ Scraps to keep you company. Especially when they would talk about all the science lingo that you did not understand. Even though ekko would sometimes explain it in more simpler terms. It didnât quite go through your head. Needlessly to say you enjoyed the days you would spend at the workshop.
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y/n and matt being the hottest couple for 4 minutes straight
matt sturniolo x influencer!reader
summary: hot moments caught on camera between matt and his girlfriend
warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, i think thatâs it
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âhey baby will you film a tiktok with me?â you asked, lifting your head off of mattâs chest. it was a simple lip sync video to âspin bout uâ by drake. matt replied with a small nod before ushering the two of you over to his desk chair, placing you on his lap. you sent him a smile of gratitude.
matt wrapped his arms around you pulling you deeper into his chest. his head rested on your shoulder from behind. your phone was propped up on a random drink bottle, and you could feel mattâs eyes on you as you set up a good angle. his gaze was set on your face through the screen in front of him. a slight smirk could be found on his lips.
when the sound was heard you both easily remembered the words and began to sing along.
put hands on you in the past
insecure because your body is precious
mattâs hands began to roam from your abdomen to trail down the sides of your thighs. you glanced back at him slightly to see a devious look on his face.
four words when i think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty
both of your focuses were back on your phone screen for only a second before you found each others eyes.
eight words then i think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
you looked up at matt through your lashes before your hand reached around to play with his hair. the playful look in his eyes was replaced with a seductive one, not going unnoticed by your fans.
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today you decided to get ready and do your makeup while on a live stream. this wasnât uncommon. you often went live when you were by yourself or bored. it felt like a facetime call with your friends. you spent a majority of the time answering questions or talking about your day thus far.
matt walked into your house and upon hearing your talking he assumed you were on a phone call. he made his way to your room to find you sitting in front of your mirror. he quickly walked to you and placed his hands on your shoulders to greet you.
his mouth found your neck soon after and began placing short pecks on it. âhi baby. i missed you.â he said in between kisses. a blush took over your face in no time. you hoped the live stream viewers didnât catch on to the needy tone in mattâs voice.
your comments came flying in. all talking about mattâs actions. âmatt. iâm live.â you got out as fast as you could.
his head quickly popped up to notice the placement of you phone only to put his head hidden back into your shoulder with a groan of faked annoyance. you laughed at his actions. âiâm sorry. i didnât know.â he drug out, causing you to laugh even harder.
you spent the next 5 minutes covering up the red mark forming on your neck.
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you had finally convinced matt to go to one of taraâs parties. he missed out on her one million party and you were destined to make sure he had a fun at this one.
with the help of nick and chris you were able to hype him up enough. you went as far as giving him little incentives if he reached certain time stamps throughout the night. matt wasnât complaining about this in the slightest. what you both were unaware of though, was that tara had multiple people filming her party that night.
âwill you come dance with me?â you asked matt as you slid your hands up his chest. he wasnât going to deny his girl a dance. any chance to be close to you was enough for him.
matt kept a comforting hand on your lower back as he directed you both through seas of drunk partygoers. his hands found your waist as you both moved to the rhythm of the song playing.
âyou look beautiful. iâm so in love with you.â matt had said while leaning into your ear. it was hard to hear what he was saying over the loud music.
âthank you for coming. iâm glad youâre having a good time.â you responded in the same manner. the song changed and you began to slowly grind into matt at the new tempo. mattâs grip tighten on you and you ran your hands through his hair and down his neck.
tara posted her video a week after the party and at this point most occurrences were put to the back of your head. almost instantly you and matt were being tagged in endless videos of you two throughout the night. a fan favorite was you guys dancing together.
comments:
GODDAMN
i donât know which one i want to be atp
i think they do these things on purpose now
they have to know theyâre the hottest couple out there
i must be doing something wrong.
an: a bit shorter but i think theyâre cute and i love matt x influencer
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âReader who decided to go to like a free use club pretty much, the only thing showing was her ass/legs/pussy the rest of her was hidden behind a wall Met 4 people anonymously online and they agreed to play out that fantasy so she wasn't fucked by a whole bunch of random people, had the explicit request that they write those cheese things on her in sharpie yk like "cum slut" "cock whore" just all that, so even when she washes it off for a few days those will be lingering Back at work she bends down to grab something, her shirt hikes up and Johnny very clearly sees their captain's hand writing on her Ohoho they found their little anonymous minxâ
um sorry not sorry
cw: f!reader, free use, degradation, spanking
Your calves burned from the strain of your high heels, legs straight and stretched and precariously balanced. They made your legs look miles long, smooth and soft, every curve begging to be touched - just like you'd planned. But now, you cursed them. The arch of your feet screamed in protest with every subtle shift in your stance, the balls of your feet aching under your weight, throbbing with the relentless pressure.
Your ankles wobbled every now and then, fighting to keep your balance, your toes cramping in their confines. This wasnât part of the fantasy youâd imagined, this strain, this dull, incessant pain that throbbed in sync with your racing heartbeat. Tears burned your eyes.
Youâd surely made a mistake. Nobody was coming, youâd been lied to. Made to stand, exposed, like a gullible fool. The cold air against your bare skin felt cruel, mocking, the chill biting at your flesh as if the room itself knew you'd been abandoned.
How could you have fallen for it? Theyâd seemed so genuine online, so convincing, playing into every fantasy. Too good to be true, and now you were paying for it.
The hole in the wall felt like a pillory, an embarrassing punishment youâd walked yourself into. The first tear slid down your cheek, bitter and hot, when the door creaked open behind you.
A presence filled the air, thick and heavy, making your heart lurch. Your breath hitched in your throat, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence. Footsteps echoed faintly on the floor, each one slow, deliberate, purposeful. Someone was there. You could feel their eyes on you, their gaze grazing your exposed body like a physical touch, and your skin prickled with the awareness of it.
Closer. The footsteps drew nearer, the weight of their approach filling the room, pressing against you from all sides. You were trapped, your heart pounding in your ears, your body trembling - not from the cold anymore, but from the anticipation, the fear of what came next.
The footsteps stopped just behind you, close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of their presence against your bare skin. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding as the silence thickened, tension coiling tighter around you with each second that dragged by. You couldn't see them, couldn't move, your body frozen in place as you waited, nerves crackling like electricity beneath your skin.
The bench under your chest was slick with sweat as you wriggled in place, brimming with a nervous, anticipatory energy with no way to expel it, the wall chafing around your waist.
It started when a single finger brushed the small of your back, the touch light as a feather, yet sending shockwaves through your entire body. It lingered, tracing slow, delicate patterns against your skin, feather-light, teasing. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your breath coming in ragged pants as the anticipation built to an unbearable peak.
They had to hurry, hurry up, or youâd combust. Theyâd already left you waiting so long. But you had no say in this, did you? Youâd signed it away, the ball no longer in your court, and you loved it. If just a fingertip felt electric, what would their hands feel like, their mouths, their cocks?
Then, without warning, a hand cupped your ass cheek, a firm grip that left no doubt who was in control. The touch was exhilarating, jolting through you, and you gasped, body arching reflexively, hips pressing backward into the touch, heels arching and shoes scrambling against the floor. A deep, gravelly chuckle rumbled in the room, a sound that sent chills down your spine.
âWhat a convenient little hole,â the stranger purred, their voice a low, husky growl, dripping with hunger. âJust what we need, hm?â Their words washed over you, heat blooming in your belly as they squeezed your ass, each touch igniting you further. âWaited so patiently, didnât you?â A pause, deliberate, as the grip tightened. âAlready so needy.â
A second set of hands, just as large and firm as the first, ghosted over your other cheek, squeezing, kneading, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned, unable to control the sound that spilled from your lips.
"That's what I thought," came a second voice, low and pleased, dripping with satisfaction. âNow, relax,â it commanded, the edge of authority sharp and undeniable.
Without warning, they spread you apart, exposing every inch of you in the most humiliating way, a wet squelch echoing as your body responded, slick and desperate. And then you felt it - hot, hard, the head of a cock pressing insistently against your entrance, seeking its way in.
Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-
The words swirled in your mind, a mantra of pure desperation, but the only sound that left your lips was a pathetic, needy whine. Your knees shook, weak under the weight of your need as those hands pulled away, leaving you trembling, exposed, wanting.
âNo, no, please-â you hiccuped into your arms, folded beneath your head, the words breaking as a sob slipped through. Your hips twitched, pressing helplessly against the bench beneath you, desperate for more, the burn of their touch still scorching your skin.
"You look just like I imagined," one of them murmured, deep and smooth, tinged with dark amusement. New hands trailed up your thighs, teasing, maddeningly close to where you needed them most, only to pull away, leaving you gasping. âYouâll take what we give you," they chuckled, revelling in your frustration. âNo more, no less.â
"Youâre already soaked," the first voice purred, thick with approval, the smug satisfaction dripping from every word. It made your cheeks burn, the heat crawling down your neck, flushing your skin as much as the desperate ache between your legs. You were on fire, burning with the humiliation of your own need, the way your body betrayed you with every twitch, every quiver.
A shameless moan wrenched its way from your throat as a finger slid inside you, cool and deliberate, parting your slick folds and delving deep. It scraped against your insides, slow and unhurried, dragging out the sensation until your toes curled and your back arched. You couldnât help it, couldnât stop yourself, the sheer intensity of the intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through you, making you gasp, shudder, pressing back into the touch.
You could feel their eyes on you, could hear the amusement in their chuckles as they watched you squirm, watched you fall apart with just a finger.
âLook at you,â the second voice murmured, closer now, a whisper against your skin that sent shivers racing down your spine. âAlready falling apart, and weâve barely touched you.â
A whimper slipped past your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily as that finger curled inside you, hitting just the right spot, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through your already overwhelmed senses. Your mind was a haze, lost in the sensation, every nerve on fire, every touch igniting something raw and primal within you.
"More," you whispered, though the word came out broken, ragged. It was barely more than a breath, a plea that hung in the air between you.
But the fingers stilled, pulling back just enough to leave you aching, empty, desperate.
A strong hand came down hard against your ass cheek, the sharp sting radiating through your body like lightning. You gasped, more from shock than pain, though the heat spread quickly, leaving your skin tingling.
"Good holes donât talk," one of them growled, firm and commanding, the words biting into you like a warning.
The authority in his tone left no room for argument, no space for anything but submission. You bit your lip, swallowing down any protest, your heart racing as the stinging warmth from the slap settled into a dull, aching throb. Your whole body tensed, bracing for more, every muscle coiled tight as you fought to suppress the need rising inside you, the urge to beg.
Another hand slid across your other cheek, soothing where the other had struck, a dark contrast between punishment and comfort. They knew what they were doing, playing with you, keeping you on the edge. The air around you felt charged, thick with the scent of your arousal and the oppressive weight of their presence.
Another hand, rough and confident, settled firmly on your hip, pulling you back just slightly, aligning your body with their demands. The head of a cock pressed against your entrance again, the heat radiating from it a stark reminder of what was to come.
âYou asked for more,â the voice purred, satisfied. âSo be a good hole and take what youâre given.â
The command was clear, the tone brooking no argument. Your body, trembling and desperate, responded instinctively, hips arching back, seeking that elusive pleasure that seemed just out of reach. Each touch, each command, was a reminder of the power dynamics at play, of the role youâd willingly accepted and now had no choice but to fulfil.
And just like that, one of them was inside you, one thrust, hard and deep, claiming you with a dominance that left you breathless, gasping. They didnât stop, didnât slow, another thrust and another, each one driving you deeper into the bench, the world around you falling away as you clung to the burning sensation that seared through your every nerve.
âTight, so damn tight,â he panted, a mixture of awe and lust in his voice as he continued to pound into you, relentless and merciless. The rhythm was all-consuming, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only thing that broke the silence, punctuated by your strangled moans and their low groans of pleasure.
The bench creaked below you, cheap wood protesting under the onslaught of their hips, of your desperate grinding as they fucked you, each thrust driving you further and further from reality, from the world you thought you knew.
âYou like that, donât you, you dirty little whore?â another voice hissed, words punctuated by the wet slick of skin on skin. âBet youâre clenching so tight on him.â
And it was true, your muscles were clenching, contracting around the invading cock, gripping and twisting as if to hold onto the pleasure, to extend the moment indefinitely. You were a hot, wet cavern around their length, taking them in, welcoming the intrusion with a slickness that spoke volumes.
"Fuck, you're so tight," the man inside you groans, his words a low, deep growl that sent a shiver down your spine.
Your world narrowed to this, to the cock inside you, to the feeling of raw, primal lust, the faceless man ravishing your body, reducing you to nothing more than a hole for their pleasure. The humiliation only fueled the fire in you, stoking the flames of your arousal as they brought you closer to the brink.
"Cum for us, whore," one growled, their voices melding together, hands gripping you, pinching you, touching you until you saw stars.
Their words sent you over the edge, the humiliation and the need and the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly used combining into a white-hot ball of ecstasy that exploded through your veins, your entire body convulsing around the invading cock.
âLook at you,â the first voice chuckled, triumphant, as your pussy spasmed around him, milking every last drop of his climax from him, his hot seed filling you, âDirty slut.â
Their words echoed in your mind, even as the world around you blurred into a sea of colour and sensation, even as you lay there, panting, spent, and utterly broken in the best way.
You almost missed the feeling of a dull point against your skin, dragging and looping against the surface, lifting and then pressing. Writing.
More, you wanted them to touch you again, needed something to replace the emptiness. More, more, more. You wiggled in place against the drag of the marker. It only earned you another swat to the smarting skin of your cheeks.
â
âDirty slut,â
âDick here ââ
âCumdump,â
Every time they came, theyâd write on you - a brand, a claim, proud and stark against your slick skin. It only ended when the marker stopped running, clogged by all manner of fluids - cum, sweat, spit.
The four men watched, satisfied and sated, as your holes twitched and leaked, your legs slumped and weak and quivering, toes barely scraping the floor.
Kyle had gone first, as agreed. Johnny too eager, Simon too big, the captain too rough.
They took their turns, in order of largest to smallest, longest to shortest, in all the ways possible until it devolved to whoever was ready to go again, until your body was nothing but a mess of aching muscles and abused orifices and marker streaks and bruised cheeks.
âFuck,â Johnny groaned from where he had slumped in the corner, hands twitching against the ground and his pants half-heartedly tugged back over his thighs. âDo we hafta leave?â
One of your legs twitched out and kicked, and the captain huffed a laugh, âPoor thing has nothinâ left in them.â
Priceâs hand skated along the mess of cum and sweat and ink, collecting it on his fingers, and you flinched against the touch, still so sensitive, overstimulated.
âMight have broken them,â Simon snipped, flat, but not even he could act unaffected, his chest visibly rising and falling, sweat coating his visible skin.
âYeah,â Kyle agreed, strained, sliding a hand down your back, âBut it was bloody worth it.â
âNot going again, are ya?â Johnny guffawed from the floor.
âMuch as I would love to see that,â Price drawled, but his tone was fond, âwe gotta go. Timeâs up.â
âFuck, man,â Kyle groaned, parting with one last pat on your cheeks.
âI know.â Johnny helpfully added, voice wistful. âIâll miss this ass.â
âThen next time, donât come so fast,â Simon muttered, and it was the exact wrong thing to say, because they all laughed.
âNext time?â Johnny repeated, incredulous. âFuck LT., Iâm not sure thereâs going to be a next time, I have nothinâ left in me.â
â
"Hoooo-lyyyy shit," Kyle blurted, gripping Johnnyâs arm as if to steady himself, though his gaze remained glued to the phone in his hand. His voice trembled with disbelief, excitement, and a tinge of something more. He was practically buzzing with the revelation, his eyes wide in awe as he absorbed the image.
"Jee Sus, Mary, and Joseph..." Johnny muttered under his breath, his Scottish accent thickening with astonishment. The look of disbelief on his face mirrored Kyleâs as he leaned in closer, trying to process what he was seeing.
âWhat are the two of you lookinâ at-â Simon started, only to cut himself off as he swiped the phone out of Kyleâs hand with a swift, almost aggressive motion. Kyle staggered slightly but didnât bother protesting. His mind was too occupied with the image burned into his retinas.
Simonâs eyes flicked over the screen, his expression shifting from irritation to something far more intrigued. His gaze lingered on the photo: Priceâs assistant, the shy little thing that hardly said more than a few words at a time, stretching to grab something from a high shelf. Her shirt had lifted just enough to reveal faded, smeared ink scrawled across the smooth skin of her back, just above the waistband of her slacks.
The words, though blurry, were unmistakable.
The realization hit Simon hard, his grip tightening around the phone. He shifted his gaze to Kyle and Johnny, who both stood there, jaws slack, equally stunned.
"Fuck me," Johnny breathed out, breaking the silence, still staring at the screen like it was some sort of hallucination. "The assistant? Who would've thought she had it in her?"
Simon finally exhaled, passing the phone back to Kyle with a grunt. "Price has a way of... managing things, doesnât he?" His voice was low, filled with a dark suggestion that hung heavy in the air.
Kyle glanced down at the phone again, his lips twitching into a half-smile. "Never wouldâve pegged her for that type. Quiet little thing, but..." He gestured vaguely at the phone, at the faded writing that told an entirely different story.
Johnny laughed, the sound sharp with disbelief. "Looks like thereâs more to that lass than we thought." He shook his head, still trying to reconcile the image of the shy assistant with the evidence on her skin.
"Wonder if she knows who got her marked up like that," Johnny mused, puffing out his chest with a wide smirk.
Kyleâs phone pinged with another photo from their captain, and Simon raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, she knows."
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