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paxtito · 7 days ago

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grey sweatpants

parings: tara x reader (g!p)

word count: 4048

warnings: smut 18+, swearing, reader has a dick, oral sex, fingering and p in v

summary: tara’s tiktok feed has been filled with people buying their partners grey sweatpants, it’s supposed to exaggerate certain… features. she drags you along to the shop to buy a pair and let’s just say, she definitely likes it

a/n: wrote this while listening to the car by arctic monkeys, i will not tolerate hate towards their newer stuff- apologies in advance for any mistakes

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You’re barely two steps inside the store when Tara’s hand closes around your wrist, dragging you through the aisles with a surprising amount of strength for someone so small. Her eyes are lit up with that determined gleam that usually spells trouble—or something about to become very memorable. You’re not sure which it’ll be, but you follow, grinning.

“We’re not leaving until you’ve tried on at least five pairs,” she declares, her voice laced with mischievous excitement.

“Five?” you laugh, letting her pull you deeper into the clothing section. “Don’t you think that’s a little…excessive?”

“Nope,” she says, without even a second of hesitation. She looks back at you with a smirk. “You need options. And I need the perfect pair.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Perfect pair for what?”

She stops in front of a display of grey sweatpants, eyeing them like they’re some sort of rare, mythical artifact. Tara’s fingers brush over a pair of heather grey joggers, and she glances up at you with that mischievous glint you’ve come to know all too well.

“For…reasons,” she says cryptically, shooting you a playful wink that makes your cheeks warm.

“Oh, I see,” you tease, crossing your arms. “This has nothing to do with all those TikToks about guys in grey sweatpants?”

She shrugs, pretending to look innocent, but there’s no hiding the tiny grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Well, maybe I’ve been…inspired.”

“Maybe?” you echo, raising an eyebrow. “Tara, you’ve been obsessed with those videos ever since we started dating.”

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine, I have! But can you blame me? I mean, just imagine…” Her voice drops to a whisper, her gaze drifting downward suggestively.

You follow her line of sight, realizing with a jolt of heat under your skin exactly what she’s talking about. You can’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at her antics.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so excited about sweatpants before,” you say, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s because these aren’t just any sweatpants,” she insists, her tone serious despite the blush creeping up her cheeks. “These are…strategic sweatpants.”

You blink, trying to hide your amusement. “Strategic?”

She nods vigorously. “Yeah! They’re supposed to be like…the perfect fit. Not too tight, not too loose. Just enough to, you know…highlight the goods.”

You can’t help but laugh at her bluntness, even as your heart flutters at the thought of her wanting to showcase your assets like that.

“And you think these ones will do the trick?” you ask, motioning towards the display.

Tara grins, already reaching for a pair in your size. “Oh, definitely. Trust me, Y/N, once you put these on…you’ll understand why I’m so excited.”

You watch as she practically skips towards the changing rooms, holding out the sweatpants for you to take. There’s a glint in her eyes that promises mischief and fun, and you can’t help but smile, following her lead.

Tara practically bounces on her toes as she waits for you outside the changing room, clutching the sweatpants to her chest like they’re a precious treasure. You can hear her humming to herself, a tune that sounds suspiciously like the jingle from one of those infamous TikTok videos.

Finally, you emerge from the changing room, feeling a bit self-conscious as you model the grey joggers for her. They fit snugly around your waist, tapering down to a comfortable width at the ankle. The material is soft against your skin, and you have to admit, they feel pretty good.

But it’s the reaction on Tara’s face that really catches your attention. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a perfect ‘O’ of surprise. For a moment, she seems at a loss for words, which is a rarity for her.

Then, slowly, a grin spreads across her face, growing wider and wider until she’s practically beaming at you.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, stepping closer to get a better look. “Y/N, you look…wow.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks at her obvious approval. It’s not often that you’re the center of attention like this, and Tara’s undivided focus is both thrilling and a little intimidating.

“What’s so ‘wow’ about them? I’m starting to think you’re going mad.”

Tara giggles, shaking her head. "Trust me, you look amazing. I mean, seriously, how did I get so lucky?"

She reaches out, running her fingers along the waistband of the sweatpants. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you suddenly find yourself acutely aware of just how close she is standing.

"It's like... they were made for you," she murmurs, her voice low and appreciative. "They just...highlight everything so perfectly.”

You feel your face flush even hotter at her words, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure coursing through you. Tara's gaze is fixed on you, her eyes dark with a hunger that makes your breath catch.

"I'm serious, Y/N," she says, her tone turning playful. "You could give those TikTok guys a run for their money. I might just have to keep you in these pants all the time."

She winks at you, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. You laugh, shaking your head at her antics, but there's no denying the way your heart races at the thought of her wanting to keep you close.

"Alright, alright," you say, holding up your hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright, I guess these sweatpants are a keeper then," you chuckle, giving in to Tara's persuasive charms. "Let's go pay for them so we can get out of here." You say, disappearing back into the changing rooms.

Once you return, Tara's face lights up with pure delight, and she practically skips towards the checkout counter, clutching the sweatpants to her chest like a prized possession. You follow behind her, amused by her enthusiasm and finding yourself caught up in her excitement.

As you wait in line, Tara can't seem to stop touching the fabric of the sweatpants, running her fingers along the waistband and smoothing out the legs. It's almost like she's memorizing every detail, committing it to memory for later.

"I can't believe we found them," she says, glancing up at you with a grin. "I mean, it's like fate or something, right? Like the universe knew exactly what I needed and put them right in our path."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Sure, Tara. The universe is totally conspiring to make you happy."

"Hey, don't knock it," she says, nudging you playfully with her elbow. "Sometimes the universe just knows what's up."

As you finally reach the front of the line, Tara practically vibrates with anticipation, her eyes darting between you and the sweatpants like she's afraid they might disappear at any moment. When the cashier rings them up, Tara practically lunges for her wallet, eager to make the purchase official.

"There," she says triumphantly, clutching the bag with the sweatpants inside like a lifeline. "Now they're mine. All mine."

You can't help but laugh at her dramatic flair, but there's a part of you that's touched by her enthusiasm. It's not often that someone gets so excited about something so simple, but with Tara, everything feels special.

"Alright, let's get out of here," you say, looping your arm through hers. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day. Crazy girl.”

As you leave the store, Tara clutches the bag containing the sweatpants like a precious treasure. She can't stop grinning, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I can't wait to see you in these," she says, her voice low and sultry as you walk side by side. "I mean, seriously, Y/N, you're going to look so hot. I might not be able to control myself.”

You feel a blush creeping up your neck at her words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through you. “You just saw them on me, dumbass.”

Tara can't help but laugh at your comment, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Yeah, but that was in the store. I want to see you in them in...private."

Her voice drops to a whisper on the last word, and you feel a shiver run down your spine at the implication. Tara's hand finds yours, her fingers intertwining with yours as you walk.

"Come on," she says, tugging you gently towards the car. "Let's go back to my place so you can model them for me properly."

You let her lead you, your heart racing with anticipation. The drive back to Tara's apartment is filled with playful banter and stolen glances, the tension between you growing with each passing minute.

When you finally arrive, Tara practically drags you inside, her eagerness palpable. She kicks off her shoes and tosses her keys on the table by the door, then turns to you with a grin.

"Alright, Y/N," she says, her voice teasing. "Show me what you've got."

You feel a surge of confidence wash over you as you slip into the bedroom, the sweatpants hugging your curves in all the right places. When you turn to face Tara, her eyes widen, and she lets out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Damn," she breathes, taking a step closer. "I was right. You look absolutely incredible in those."

Her hands come to rest on your hips, her thumbs rubbing small circles against the fabric. You can feel the heat of her body seeping through the thin material, and it takes everything in you not to shiver.

"I think I might have to keep you in these forever," Tara murmurs, leaning in close. "Just so I can look at you like this all the time."

You can feel Tara's eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and every contour. There's a hunger in her gaze that sends a thrill straight to your core, and you can't help but squirm a little under her scrutiny.

"You know," she says, her voice low and husky, "I think these sweats were made for you. Like, specifically designed to show off every inch of your body."

You feel your face flush at her words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through you. It's not often that someone looks at you like this, like they want to devour you whole.

Tara's hands slide up your sides, her fingers tracing the lines of your body through the fabric of the sweatpants. You can feel the heat of her touch even through the thin material, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.

"I mean, look at you," she continues, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're fucking perfect, Y/N. Every single inch of you."

Her hands come to rest on your hips, her thumbs rubbing small circles against your skin. You can feel the pressure building inside you, a need that's growing stronger with each passing second.

"Tara," you breathe, your voice trembling slightly. "Please..."

She doesn't need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, she's pushing you back onto the bed, her body covering yours. Her lips find yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into her mouth, your hands fisting in her shirt.

Tara breaks the kiss, trailing her lips down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. You arch into her touch, desperate for more.

"Fuck, Y/N," she groans, her hand sliding down your body, cupping you through the sweatpants. "You're so hard already. I love how much you want me."

You gasp as she strokes you through the fabric, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your hips buck up into her hand, seeking more of that delicious contact.

Tara's hand slips under the waistband of your sweatpants, her fingers brushing against the hot, hard length of your cock. She groans at the feel of it, her hand wrapping around you and stroking slowly from base to tip.

"God, Y/N," she murmurs, her breath hot against your neck. "You're so fucking perfect. I can't get enough of you."

Her other hand works at the button of your sweatpants, tugging them down over your hips. You lift up to help her, eager to feel her skin against yours.

Once your pants are off, Tara takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, her eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, her hand stroking you again, slower this time. "I can't believe you're all mine."

She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of your cock. You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking up into her touch. Tara smiles against your skin, her lips wrapping around you and taking you deep into her mouth.

You moan, your hands fisting in the sheets beneath you. Tara's mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling around you in a way that makes your toes curl. She bobs her head, taking you deeper with each pass, her hand stroking what she can't fit in her mouth.

Tara looks up at you with a question in her eyes as you gently push her away. She releases your throbbing length with a soft pop, her lips glistening with your precum.

"Y/N?" she asks, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern. "Is everything okay?"

You swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts. The sight of her kneeling between your legs, her hand still wrapped around your shaft, is almost too much to bear. But you force yourself to focus, determined to give her the pleasure she deserves.

"Everything's perfect," you murmur, reaching out to cup her cheek. "But I want to focus on you for a bit. I want to make you feel good."

Understanding dawns in Tara's eyes, and a slow, sultry smile spreads across her face. "Oh, is that so?" she purrs, leaning into your touch. "Well, far be it from me to deny you."

She shifts back on her knees, allowing you to sit up. Your cock twitches at the change in position, bobbing heavily between your legs. Tara's gaze is drawn to it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Fuck, you're so hot," she breathes, her hand reaching out to wrap around you once more. "I can't believe I get to have you like this."

You groan at her touch, your hips rocking forward into her grip. But you force yourself to pull back, needing to maintain control. You reach out, gently pushing Tara onto her back, your body hovering over hers.

"Shh, just relax," you murmur, your lips brushing against her ear. "Let me take care of you."

You start by kissing her deeply, your tongue delving into her mouth to taste her. Tara moans into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair. You trail your lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

Tara arches beneath you, her breasts pressing against your chest. You can feel her nipples hardening, even through the fabric of her shirt. Your hand slips beneath the hem, your fingers skimming over the soft skin of her stomach.

Tara gasps as your hand slides higher, your fingers brushing against the underside of her breasts. You can feel the heat of her skin even through the fabric of her bra, and it makes your mouth water with the desire to taste her.

"Y/N," she breathes, her voice thick with need. "Please, touch me."

You don't need any more encouragement. Your hand cups her breast, your thumb brushing over her nipple and making it harden even more. Tara arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck, that feels good," she gasps, her hips bucking up against you. "Don't stop."

You switch to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Tara's hands fist in the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with pleasure. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.

But you resist, determined to make this about her pleasure. Your hand slides down her body, over her stomach and down to the waistband of her sweats. You hook your fingers under the fabric, tugging it down slowly.

Tara lifts her hips to help you, and soon she's lying before you, completely bare. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room.

"You're so beautiful," you murmur, your hand sliding back up her thigh. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

Tara's cheeks flush at your words, a shy smile spreading across her face. "I'm glad it's you," she whispers. "I trust you, Y/N. I know you'll make me feel good."

Your fingers brush against her core, and she gasps, her hips bucking up into your touch. You circle her clit with your finger, feeling it grow harder under your touch.

"Oh fuck," Tara moans, her head falling back against the pillow. "That feels amazing."

You continue to tease her, your fingers dipping lower to brush against her entrance. She's wet and ready for you, and the knowledge makes your cock throb with need.

Tara's hips buck up against your hand, her body begging for more. You can feel her wetness coating your fingers, and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to plunge them inside her.

Instead, you focus on her clit, circling it with your thumb while your fingers tease her entrance. Tara's moans fill the room, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as she arches into your touch.

"Please, Y/N," she gasps, her voice strained with need. "I need more. I need you inside me."

You can't resist her pleas any longer. Sliding two fingers inside her, you groan at the feel of her tight heat surrounding you. Tara cries out, her walls clenching around your digits as you pump them in and out.

"Fuck, you're so tight," you murmur, your thumb continuing to work her clit. "I love how you feel around my fingers."

Tara's hips move in time with your thrusts, her body taking you deeper with each pass. You can feel her getting closer, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing second.

"Y/N," she moans, her head thrashing on the pillow. "I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna come."

You redouble your efforts, your fingers moving faster, harder. Tara's body tenses beneath you, her walls fluttering around your fingers as she teeters on the edge.

"Come for me, baby," you encourage her, your voice rough with need. "Let go. I've got you."

With a cry that's almost primal, Tara comes undone. Her body bows off the bed, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. You continue to stroke her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she's a boneless heap beneath you.

As she comes down from her high, Tara looks up at you with hazy, satisfied eyes. "Holy shit," she breathes, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "That was incredible."

You grin down at her, feeling a sense of pride at having brought her such pleasure. But you’re still throbbing with need, and it won’t be go anywhere any time soon.

As the haze of post-orgasmic bliss starts to fade, Tara's gaze drifts down to your still-throbbing erection. Her eyes widen slightly, a mix of hunger and concern flickering across her face.

"Y/N," she murmurs, her hand reaching out to wrap around your shaft. "You're still so hard. Do you... do you want me to take care of that for you?"

You groan at her touch, your hips bucking up into her grip. The feel of her soft hand wrapped around your sensitive flesh is almost too much to bear. But you force yourself to take a deep breath, knowing that there's something important you need to address first.

"Wait," you say, gently removing her hand from your cock. "Before we go any further, we need to talk about protection."

Tara blinks up at you, a little confused. "Protection? What do you mean?"

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. This isn't exactly the sexiest topic, but it's a necessary one. "I mean condoms, Tara. We can't just jump into having sex without them. It's not safe."

A flicker of understanding crosses her face, followed by a sheepish grin. "Oh, right. Of course. I wasn't thinking straight."

You smile at her, relieved that she's on the same page. "It's okay. It's easy to get caught up in the moment. But we need to make sure we're being responsible.

Tara nods, her hand reaching for the nightstand drawer. She rummages around for a moment before pulling out a foil packet. "Looks like I'm prepared after all," she says with a wink.

You take the condom from her, tearing it open with your teeth. Tara watches as you roll it down over your shaft, her eyes darkening with desire at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," she murmurs, her hand wrapping around you once more. "Seeing you take charge like that."

You grin at her, giving her hand a squeeze. "I'm glad you approve. Now, where were we?"

Tara's eyes sparkle with mischief as she pulls you towards her, guiding you to lie on top of her once more. "I think we were right about here," she purrs, her legs parting invitingly.

The heat of her core radiates against your protected length, making you shiver with anticipation. You line yourself up with her entrance, teasing her with the tip of your cock.

"Are you ready for me?" you murmur, your breath hot against her neck.

Tara nods, her hips lifting in a silent plea. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life," she breathes, her nails digging into your shoulders.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, you push forward, feeling her tight heat envelop you. Tara gasps at the intrusion, her walls stretching to accommodate your size.

"Oh fuck," she moans, her head falling back against the pillow. "You're so big, Y/N. It feels amazing."

You groan at her words, the sensation of her tightness driving you wild. You start to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm.

Tara meets your movements, her hips rising to greet each thrust. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared moans of pleasure.

"Harder," Tara gasps, her nails raking down your back. "Fuck me harder, Y/N."

You oblige, increasing the speed and force of your thrusts. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of your hips.

Tara's legs wrap around your waist, her ankles locking at the small of your back. The new angle allows you to go even deeper, and you feel her tightening around you, signaling her impending release.

"Y/N," she cries out, her voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna come again. Don't stop, please don't stop."

You redouble your efforts, pounding into her with abandon. The feeling of her walls fluttering around you is almost too much to bear, and you can feel your own release building.

Tara cries out, her body arching off the bed as another orgasm rips through her. Her walls clamp down around you, milking your cock for all it's worth. The sensation is too much to bear, and with a final, guttural groan, you come undone.

Your hips stutter as you empty yourself inside the condom, your body shaking with the force of your release. Tara holds you close, her fingers threading through your hair as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

As you both come down from your highs, you collapse onto the bed, your bodies tangled together in a sweaty heap. Tara nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline.

"That was incredible," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I've never felt anything like that before."

You grin at her, pulling her closer. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Because we're definitely doing that again.

Tara laughs, the sound bright and carefree. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she says, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest.

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wlntrsldler · 8 months ago

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poisoned mercury (smut blurb) | r u mine?

MDNI! 18+. no tags for this one.

a/n: can be read alone (the only context you need is that luke calls reader 'five star') or as part of the poisoned mercury series!

series masterlist | set after just friends

r u mine? by arctic monkeys

the kiss started slow, like the two of you were trying to soak in the moment, content with the feeling of having your bodies connected. luke’s hands were hovering over your waist, testing the waters, unsure how far he could take it. you, on the other hand, weren’t shy. your fingers tangled in his curls, softly tugging, almost taunting him to let go of his apprehensions.

you pressed your lips harder against his own, a groan escaping his lips at your consent. his hands gripped the skin of your hips, rougher this time, pushing your bottom half against his own. you gasped against his lips, pulling away briefly to catch your breath, “luke.”

“say my name again,” his voice dripped in agony like he was in excruciating pain that it took him this long to hear his name from your lips like this. he wanted to hear it again and again and again, in shallow breaths, in broken murmurs, as you kissed his lips.

you left pecks along his scar before running your tongue over its ridges. it was primal, almost only fueled by desire and lust, but when you pulled away to view the hazed look on his face, you knew that it was never going to be purely physical with luke. something more intimate than your bodies pressed against each other remained. it always will. he pushed you against his chest, foot kicking the door to your room shut, “luke.”

“fuck, five star,” luke groaned into your collarbone, sucking and nipping at your neck, “you drive me fucking crazy.”

you tilted your head back, giving him more access. his lips sucked on the expanse of your exposed skin, moaning loudly as he soothed the red marks with the warmth of his tongue, “feeling’s mutual.”

you took his hand in yours, leading him to your bed. the back of your knees hit your bed frame and you fell with a soft thud, shoving the decorative pillows on the floor. luke leaned over you, the silver chain of his necklace dangling in between your bodies. his lips were raw from kissing, his hair mused in a messy way that had you weak in the knees, and his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. your hands shoved his flannel off his shoulders, sighing when you felt the bumps of his biceps flex under your touch. gods, he was painstakingly attractive.

once his flannel was discarded on the floor, he leaned back down to continue his attack on your lips. his arms were on either side of you, caging you in as if he wanted you to stay there, under him. you weren’t planning on leaving. you tugged on the neckline of his white t-shirt, pulling him flush against your body.

luke laid on top of you, hand snaking to cradle your jaw as he kissed you. he could get lost in this feeling. now that he’s had a taste of you, he didn’t think he could ever stop craving you. he was drunk. he was addicted. he wanted more.

“off,” you sighed into his mouth, tugging on his white shirt. “please, need to feel you.”

“jesus,” luke whined, tongue darting out of the corner of his lips. he pulled his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in your room. he was making a mess in your pristine room, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when you were looking at him like you needed him. “you can’t say things like that.”

your eyes left his face for a moment, looking down to trace the lines of his abs and his v-line. luke’s breath hitched in his throat as you dragged your finger right on top of the button on his jeans. you leaned in, placing kisses on his stomach, eyes looking up at him. you looked sinful like this. dazed with your siren eyes, silently pleading for him to make a mess of you. luke could never deny you of what you wanted, especially not this.

your pretty manicured fingers reached up to his chest, scratching just enough to turn his skin red. luke hissed, having to look away from you for a moment. you opened your legs, letting him slot himself between them. his cock was hard against your thigh and you moaned at the feeling. your noises were driving him crazy. he hasn’t even touched you yet, but you had a fucked out look on your face already.

when you took off your top, luke couldn’t help but pounce on you. he buried his face between your tits, pulling down the bra you wore to leave hickeys along your skin. he wanted to mark you, leave you reminders of this night for the next few days.

he inched closer to your nipples, looking up at you in permission. you nodded and luke wrapped his lips around the hardened buds. he relished in the feeling of your back arching, pushing him closer to your chest, and the feeling of your fingers finding their way back into his head of curls. he closed his eyes, as if he was dreaming, and if he was, he didn’t want to wake up from this. he’ll gladly stay here forever.

your hands fumbled with the zipper of his pants and he took that as a sign to do the same with yours. he trailed sloppy kisses back up to your lips where you were met with all teeth and tongue. you were both breathless at this point, but neither of you cared. oxygen be damned, this is what living feels like.

“fuck,” luke muttered when he saw the wet patch on your underwear. his cock was straining against his boxers, pre-cum leaking against the fabric. he grinded his hips against yours, letting out a whimper at the contact. “can i go down on you?”

you flushed at his request, turning your head to the side in shyness, “you don’t have to.”

“i want to,” he whispered, getting on his knees. he kissed your thighs, coming closer to your cunt after each one. he bit his lip, brushing his thumb against your slick-covered underwear. he waited for your answer, patient despite the pain of his hardened cock. he used his other hand to push against it, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. “been dreaming about eating this pussy for weeks, five star. wanna make you feel good.”

“yes,” you panted, nodding.

luke’s smirk returned to his face as he pulled down your underwear. a string of your arousal connected the cloth to your pussy and luke wanted to dive in and stay in there for hours. his pupils widened when he saw how wet you were for him. without another word, he placed his tongue flat against your cunt, licking and rubbing against your clit. you thrashed around on the bed, overwhelmed by the mastery of his tongue.

luke’s chin was already covered by you, but he wasn’t going to stop there. he ran his middle finger and ring finger down your slit, coating them with your arousal before putting them inside. he rutted his cock against the softness of your plush blanket, trying to get some sort of friction. he could cum like this, watching you be overtaken by waves of pleasure because of him.

his fingers moved expertly inside you, scissoring inside, stretching you out deliciously. you were tight around his fingers and his mind could only imagine how you would feel around him. the images he was conjuring up weren’t helping his situation. his cock was dripping, red, and angry, trying to find its own release. he used his other hand to push his boxers down, rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

he looked up at you, moaning into your cunt as he watched your face contort in pleasure. there was a thin layer of sweat on your skin, making you glisten under the light of your room. luke removed his hand from his boxers and pressed his arm against your tummy, keeping you still. your fingers tugged on his hair, “luke, i’m close.”

he pulled away for a second, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you whined, craning your neck to look at him. he was covered in you, eyes lidded like this was the hottest thing he’d ever done in his life. and it was. nothing could ever compare to this, luke thinks.

he returned his attention to your clit, licking the bud until you were convulsing against him. you came with a loud whimper, repeating the only word your brain remembered. luke. luke. luke. he was convinced this is what he’ll hear when he ascends to heaven, the sound of your voice moaning out his name after he made you cum.

you had to pull him off of you. he wasn’t stopping after giving you a mind-blowing orgasm. it was like he forgot about his own release for a moment, only focused on making you feel good. you pulled him by the chain of his necklace to connect your lips once more. you groaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

your hands pulled down his boxers before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. luke threw his head back in pleasure at the feeling of your soft, small hand pumping his cock, thumb collecting the precum on his tip. you whispered, “can i return the favor?”

“as much as i would love that, five star. i need to be inside you,” luke replied, twitching as you ran your finger along the bulging vein on his cock.

“next time, then?”

luke didn’t know it was possible for him to get harder than he was right now, but the implication that this will happen again, that the next time your pretty, pink lips would be around his cock, made his muscles tense. he breathed out, “yeah, next time.”

you smiled at him, all sultry and desperate, before leaning over to your bedside table to pull out a condom. luke reached out to grab it from you but you shook your head. you ripped the foil with your teeth and rolled the rubber on his cock, slowly, jerking him off in the process. he was going crazy.

you moved around on your bed so your head was resting on the pillows. luke followed you, hovering over your naked body. he’ll take his time with you next time, keep you like this for hours, but for now, he needed to be inside you. when the tip of his cock entered you, luke had to pause. the tightness of your cunt made his head spin.

“more,” you murmured against his skin, arms clinging around him as if you needed to be grounded. “please, i need more.”

he pushed deeper into you until he was all the way inside. he groaned loudly when he felt your walls constrict around him. luke felt pure bliss being inside you like this. he thrusted in and out, moans and the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the empty room. he looked down at where the two of you connected, cursing at how he could see the bulge of his cock inside you. the sounds you were making were pornographic.

“s’big, luke,” you sighed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hair was sprawled across your pillows, small braids in your hair already coming undone. the makeup you wore smudged around your eyes as tears fell. “you feel s’good.”

your words were slurred like your brain was shutting down from the pleasure you felt. luke knew he sounded similar, “fuck, five star. your pussy is perfect. made for me, yeah?”

“yours,” you choked out, digging your nails down his back. you could feel his muscles stiffen. luke loved how it felt on his skin. he knew there would be marks left on his back that would have him fucking his fist thinking of this moment every time he sees them. he wants this moment etched in his brain forever.

“mine,” luke said, arms giving out. he pressed his chest against your body, continuing to thrust into you with fervor. his lips found your neck again, adding more marks to his earlier additions.

you were feeling so many things at once. it was almost too much, too good. you were quickly being pushed to your ends again. you sucked on his earlobe, the cold metal of his piercing soothing your tongue. you pressed your lips against his ear, voice broken as you spoke, “i’m coming.”

luke didn’t want this to end, but he was close, too. it was hard not to be when you were taking him so well, whispering dirty words in his ear, and looking the way you did as he unraveled you. you shuddered when your second orgasm of the night hit, a string of curses as you made a mess on his cock. luke lifted himself up from you, sweat dripping down his forehead, “i’m close.”

“want you to finish in my mouth, please, luke,” you begged, wide-eyed.

“shit,” he pulled out of you, taking off the condom on his cock as he jerked himself off. he didn’t let himself blink, not wanting to miss a moment of his. he guided the tip of his dick to your parted lips, hips stuttering as white ropes of cum covered your eager tongue. luke took his thumb, cleaning up the corners of your mouth. he let out a smile as you swallowed his load, opening your mouth for him to show him that you wasted no drop.

luke collapsed on the bed beside you, spent and empty. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. he kissed the top of your head, soaking in the feeling of your body warmth against his own. you hummed in content, placing your head on his chest.

“so,” he trailed off, looking down at you with a teasing smile, “there’s a next time?”

you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself away from him, “not if you’re gonna be annoying about it.”

luke let out a laugh, pulling you back to him. he grabbed the blanket on your bed and draped it over the both of you when he noticed you shivering. he placed a tender kiss on your lips, placing his forehead against yours, “i’ll try not to be, five star.”

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xoxo-eyeballs · 11 months ago

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"Work it out" 16+

Summary: Coriolanus's and you are enemies, one day your forced together to "work it out" and the sexual tension is unbearable...

Warning(s): Angry sex, Biting, back scratching, mentioning of blood, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cussing, slut and whore like one time (Coriolanus calls reader his whore and slut), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), slight choking

"I'm not working shit out with you." Coriolanus glared at you, he was sat down on the chair and was praying man spreading. "Just shut up then." You glared back.

"What did you just say to me?" He stood up towering over you, "Just. Shut. Up." You repeated. His hand shot to your neck pulling you to him. "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut. I'm only here because I have to be here." He snapped. You tried not to give in and seem 'weak sk you just smirked and glared at the man.

"It's fun to get you all worked up." You taunt, trying to piss him off, his hand was still on your neck and he pulled you even closer your bodies now pressed together. "Shut your mouth." He looked down at you. The room was hot, the sexual tension was unbearable. Your bodies pressed together with his hand around your neck. As much as you wanted to push him off you found this interaction...hot.

"Why don't you fucking make me?" You snapped, it took him all of 2 seconds for him to press his mouth on yours. His hand was still firmly on your neck and his mouth moved like he needed this kiss to breathe.

At first the kiss caught you off guard but it took you no time to kiss him back just as hard. You bit and tugged on his bottom lip. He practically growled into your mouth. The kiss was only broken when you guys pulled away for a quick suck of breath before conscious your lips again. Coriolanus managed to push you into the near by vanity and lifted you onto it without pulling away from your lips.

His finger tips dug into your hips and you moaned into the kiss. He pulled away chucking at you. He put his hand on your neck and pulled you to his face but kept your lips from touching. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" His eyes raised and he tilted his head. You nodded at him, heat pooling in between at your core and he was stood in between your legs. "Your a needy slut aren't you?" His breath hit your lips. "Shut up." You snapped and he pulled you into a hard and rough kiss. You reached forward and started to undo his buttons, racing your fingers on the small scars that where on his chest. They feeling made him shiver.

He removed his hands from your waist and neck to unto the buttons to your uniform. He left the shirt on but it was open and exposed your chest as he had removed your bra.

This time you pulled him back, one hand was on your neck putting slight pressure and the other one fumbled to lift your skirt up. His hand reached under to your panties and grazed you. "I've barley touched you and you're already dripping wet..." He taunted his right hand still on your neck. You opened your mouth but before you could even say anything you where cut off by him slipping your panties off your legs. He stuffed the panties in his pocket and lifted your chin up to look him in his eyes. "What do you want me to do?" He tilted his head slightly. "I want you to touch me." You replied not breaking eye contact.

His eyebrow raised before he lowered himself down so that his face was in better your legs. He glanced up at you one more time causing you to nod your head.

You let out a small moan when he licked a stripe up your wet cunt. "Oh fuck..." your breath hot and shakey. You felt him groan against you.

Coriolanus had been with women before, he had eaten pussy before but your taste made him feel drunk. He was eating you out like a starving man, nose bumping against your clit as he tounge fucked you. Your hips buckled up at his mouth and he used his hands to pin you down, causing you to moan out. He could feel you coming close to your orgasam.

A string of curses came from your lips as you came into his mouth. As soon as stood up your grabbed his jaw pulling him to kiss you, your taste on his tounge. He wasted no time to undo his pants and expose his cock, "I'm not going to hold back on you." He warned. "Who said I wanted you to hold back?" You tilted my head.

Once those word left your mouth, in one fast motion trusted inside you. Your fingers scratching at his back and shoulders drawing blood as he started to thrust. His right hand was on your neck lightly choking you as he fucked you. "Jesus your so fucking tight." He groaned placing his forehead on yours as he started to get a rhythm. "I still fucking hate you." You tried not to moan out, these words made him pick up the case, fucking you hard and fast. "You need to shut your mouth. Your my fucking whore. Look at you." He smirked "All fucked out practicality drooling." He grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him.

"My pretty slut" He pounded into you, the desk shaking. He suddenly pulled out of you and you groaned at the loss.

He pulled you off the vanity only to turn you around and bend you over. You could feel him stroke himself a few times before lifting your skirt and sliding back inside of you. He looked down as he fucked you watching a white ring form around the base of his dick. You looked up into the vanity mirror you could see him, hand on your neck watching himself slide in and out of you at a rapid pace.

When he looked up he saw you in the mirror, your tips bouncing with each thrust. "Your a dumb slut aren't you?" He watched your body match his thrusts. "Fuck you Snow." You panted/moaned out.

These words made him grab your arms and pin them behind you as he trusted even faster. He was moaning as he felt you clench are his dick. You could feel him slightly falter in his rhythm. "Fuck I'm so close." You moaned, "Where do you want it? Back, mouth, ti-" he was cut off. "Inside of me. Please I- fuck. I need you."

This made the man feel desperate to finish. You felt your orgasam wash over you and you let put a loud moan, practically screaming his name.

He pulled put to finish himself when you turned and came to your knees. Your pussy dripping with your own cum.

He was large and probably too big but you still put him into your mouth wasting no time to start bobbing your head and using one of your hands to work what couldn't fit in your mouth. The other hand was between your legs as you toyed with your clit. One of his hands was behind him keeping him steady leaned against the vanity and the other had pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He didn't want to hurt you but so he tried to keep himself from thrusting into you. His feelings got the best of him and he ended up practically face fucking you, while he moaned at the feeling of your mouth.

You could feel him twitch symbolizinghe was about to cum. Your pace quickened and he shot his load down your throat.

He looked down at you when you pulled away, your face sweaty with your hair sticking to it. He brought one of his thumbs to the corner of your mouth wiping away a drop of his cum from your mouth. "Good girl." He mumbled, his blonde curls now a mess.

"Such a good fucking girl..."

A/N: I can't believe I just wrote that....uhm so let me know how that was. And yea. Love ya!

#coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #x reader smut #the hunger games #hunger games smut #corio x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #rachel zegler #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #I wish he would fuck me 😭🤚

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 1 year ago

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Unpredictable-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: I was inspired a lot by the Bama Rush documentary and couldn't get the idea of a sorority girl in GOD U out of my head. Let me know if you want a part 2.

Warnings: some swearing

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Future probability cognition, the ability to see potential future outcomes, was usually a nice power to have. At 7, I knew my parents were going to get divorced before either of them considered filing. At 9, I knew my mother would focus all her energy on the agency. At 12, I knew that my older brother would take a head of surgery job in Buenos Aires, escaping the chaos at home. Despite this history, nothing could have prepared me for my second year at Godolkin.

The first day back on campus was uneventful: I survived a grueling early morning Pilates class that I envisioned would put me in Sydney’s, the Si Chi president, good graces and, later in the afternoon, I settled an argument between two Si Chi juniors by predicting that brunch would be the most successful rush event.

Being (one of) the first black high-ranking members of Si Chi could be a full-time job.

As I was re-reading the chapters for Brink’s class, my V-Phone buzzed with a text from Leah, one of the seniors in the sorority.

L: Do you know Emma?

I quickly typed back: Which one? Wallace or the girl who got the botched nj in SK?

L: Neither. Short girl with curly blonde hair. She’s here 4 u.

The yelp that left my mouth would have been embarrassing if anyone else was in the house study room. Quickly, I tucked my book under my arm and ran into the ivory and wood-paneled foyer complete with Tiffany crystal chandelier and faint instrumental piano music playing through the Bluetooth speakers. At the door, Leah’s arms were crossed over her lavender babydoll dress as she smiled fakely at Emma, who looked more apprehensive than usual.

“Emma, hi, I thought I told you to text me when you got here!” I greeted as I approached the two.

Emma’s expression relaxed when her blue eyes landed on me. “Sorry, I got distracted and then I got lost trying to find you.”

I glanced at Leah, who shot me a questioning look. “Thanks, Leah, I can take it from here.”

Leah shrugged, turned, and teleported into thin air. Emma’s eyes widened again as she stepped further into the house and I closed the door behind her.

“Sorry about Leah; she’s cagier than usual because she couldn’t get a refill on her favorites,” I explained.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you aren’t like that,” Emma admitted.

I paused to finally hug her and she nearly crushed me as she wound her arms around my middle. It felt like forever since I had seen Emma, even though it was at my dad’s annual 4th of July barbecue. When I pulled away, Emma eyed the book in my hand.

“You’re reading before school starts. Nerd,” she teased.

I playfully pushed her shoulder. “We’re in college, we have to take school way more seriously now. Besides, a requirement for Si Chi is at least a 3.8.”

Emma tapped her chin. “Let me guess, you have a 4.0.”

I smiled and tugged her further into the house. Of course, I had to give her a tour of the house and introduce her to the girls we passed. When we finally got to my room, Emma collapsed on top of my pastel blue comforter, dropping her bag on the matching rug.

“I know Si Chi is a top house, but you basically live in Barbie’s Dream House,” Emma beamed. “How do I get in? What do I have to do? I will do literally anything or anyone.”

I rolled my eyes and set my book on my desk. “I’m glad you like the place but, you haven’t even met your roommate yet. What’s her name again?”

Emma pushed herself up on her elbows with a huff. “Marie Moreau. I tried to find her on social media, but she doesn’t have any: No X, no TikTok, not even an obligatory Facebook.”

Social media presence was basically a requirement at GOD U these days so it was a bold move for someone to show up without any. It could mean Marie was hardcore about her studies or…

“She might have strict parents,” I pointed out, sitting next to Emma.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “They better not be weird, cult-y parents. I guess that would be my luck too: have a psycho roommate my freshman year.”

“Hey, no one could have had it worse than me: a slob who always had boys over and threatened to gut me in my sleep,” I argued.

“But, you saw all of that coming,” Emma argued.

I shook my head. “Only the part where she stood over my bed with a knife in hand.” I sighed and pressed my hands into the covers. “I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with that ever again.”

“Really, because some of these girls are giving unhinged,” Emma replied.

“The nice thing is I either pick up on the signs or ‘see’ their breaking point,” I explained.

Emma nodded and pushed herself off my bed to start exploring my room. As she started messing with my checkered Moschino teddy bear figurine, my phone buzzed on my desk. When I grabbed it, I saw it was a video call from Cate.

“Hi, what’s up?” I greeted, holding the phone at the most flattering angle.

“I’m trying to entertain myself while Luke preps for training,” Cate admitted.

“What, you’re not totally entertained by your star boyfriend?” I teased.

Cate rolled her eyes. “No, I can’t wait for this to be over. You’re coming, right?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, we have a rush event at the same time, including a choreographed dance.”

“Ooh, did you choreograph it?” Cate asked.

“I might have helped a little.”

“Well, I’m pissed I’ll miss it but make sure to have someone send me all the cute videos and pictures,” Cate requested.

“Sure.”

There was some yelling in the background and Cate rolled her eyes.

“I have to go but we’ll talk later.”

“Bye!”

When I hung up, Emma was staring at me with her mouth gaping, the teddy figurine dangerously close to slipping from her grasp and onto the hardwood floor. I crossed the room as quickly as I could and carefully placed the figurine back on my dresser.

“Emma, I love you but if you break anything, I will lose it,” I warned.

“You know Cate Dunlap?” Emma asked slowly.

“Oh, yeah, she’s my peer mentor. Dean Shetty paired us up last year since our powers are similar,” I answered.

“So, you’ve met Luke Riordan? Like, you’ve been in his presence?”

“Yes,” I answered slowly.

“And you didn’t faint or throw up from his glory?”

“Emma, he’s a regular person. His powers are insane but he is also human, just like us.”

“No, I’m a regular person. Luke Riordan is, like, a demigod or something. Is he better looking in person?”

I hesitated and busied myself with grabbing my rush outfit from my closet and setting it on my bed. Then, I stared at my shoes, feeling Emma’s eyes bored into the back of my head. I closed my eyes and focused on the event tonight, the potential sounds and people. Seconds later, I got a decent image of my Si Chi sisters and I dancing in front of the house, surrounded by freshmen girls in Princess Polly and House of CB. I focused all my energy on looking at our feet and tried not to groan when I saw red high-top Converse.

“Every time,” I muttered as I opened my eyes.

Two more years, just two more years of going along and I would reap the benefits: a strong ranking, a decent contract, and my pick of the most eligible supes. I just had to keep playing the game.

I grabbed my platform red Converses and set them in front of my bed, sheepishly turning to Emma. “Yes, Emma.”

She squealed. “I knew it!”

I laughed at her joy as she bounced in her Vans. “Go to the training today and see for yourself.”

Emma’s expression deflated slightly as she walked closer to me. “I wish you could come, you could introduce us!”

“There will be a next time,” I stated.

“Promise?” She held up her pinky and eyed me as I slowly wrapped my manicured one around hers. She opened her mouth but was cut off by an alarm going off on her phone. “Shit, I have to go film a video!”

“You’re still doing Little Cricket?” I asked.

Emma shushed me loudly and her eyes filled with panic. “Not so loud and definitely not in this house!”

The girls probably already know all about it, I thought.

I flipped my waist-length box braids over my shoulder and laughed as she rushed towards the door. “You don’t know where you’re going, let me walk you out!”

She paused for a split second and gave me some time to catch up to her. However, I led her through the quickest route back to the front door and she gave me a quick hug before she took off. I laughed as I closed the door behind her.

“Some things never change,” I mused.

When I got back up to my room, I realized she left her backpack and groaned. She would have to learn to be more responsible if she was going to survive more than a week here. So, I grabbed my purse and her backpack before traipsing the campus. Fortunately, Emma had texted me her dorm information before she got on campus.

“In case of an emergency,” she’d insisted.

The freshman dorms were not as bad as I remembered them but I cringed at a few musty speedster jocks I crossed in the hallway. A brief premonition helped me duck to avoid an ice user’s power going out of control when I finally made it to Emma’s door. First, I rapped on the door three times.

“Emma, it’s me, you really have to keep a better eye on your stuff!” I called.

After a few seconds of no answer, I knocked again.

“Seriously? I can’t always be looking after you,” I teased.

Finally, the door swung open, revealing a pretty black girl with big brown eyes and long brown dreads that were pulled partly away from her face. Her eyes widened at me and I smiled.

“Sorry, I’m looking for Emma, she left her bag in my----”

Emma cut me off, appearing next to the girl, “I was wondering where that went, thanks!” She grabbed the bag from me.

“Oh, uh, come in,” the girl said, stepping aside.

I nodded and wandered further into their dorm. It was small, like most freshman dorms, but Emma’s side offered pops of color and coziness. The other side was more basic, probably because the girl just moved in.

“Marie, this is Y/N, my best friend, Y/N, Marie,” Emma introduced as she plopped onto her bed.

I turned to Marie and extended a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

She hesitated slightly before shaking my hand. “You too.”

“Don’t worry, Marie, you’ll get used to her hotness,” Emma advised.

My cheeks warmed as I whirled around to my friend. “Emma!”

“It’s true!”

The embarrassment floated in the pit of my stomach as I faced Marie, who looked somewhere between surprised and amused. “Sorry about her, she speaks without thinking.”

“It’s okay. How do you two know each other?” Marie asked.

“Her mom represents me,” Emma answered.

“Oh.”

“She’s the one who helped encourage me to make a YouTube channel and is helping me get into more commercials until my big break,” Emma continued.

I sighed as I sat in Emma’s desk chair. “We’ve known each other since I was four and she was three.”

“Do you want to be an actor too?” Marie asked.

I shook my head. “I tried it when I was little but it wasn’t for me.”

Emma’s eyes lit up and she sat up on her bed. “You should have seen her, she was so cute! She was that toddler in that one diaper commercial----”

“Emma,” I softly begged.

Marie laughed. “Now, I’m curious.”

“Please don’t look it up, it’s not worth it anyway,” I insisted.

Marie shrugged and sat on her bed. “My curiosity might get the best of me.”

“Why did you have to mention that stupid commercial?” I whined at Emma, who laughed at my pain. “Anyway, what’s your major?”

“Crimefighting,” Marie answered.

I straightened up. “Me too.”

“So, you’ve had classes with Brink? How is he? What’s he like?” Marie rambled.

“Well, he’s really tough on first years and makes his tests almost impossible to pass,” I admitted.

“Really?” Marie asked.

“But, I can help you if you want; I did pretty well last year,” I offered.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I questioned where they came from. Marie was a complete stranger, yet she was one of the easiest people to talk to. Normally, I stumbled over my words in front of new people, and this was…new.

“That would be great, thanks,” Marie replied.

Emma leaned forward. “Y/N, you are way too modest. She was in the top ten of the first years last year and she has a peer mentor and meets with Brink on a regular basis.”

Marie snapped her attention to me. “Wait, what?”

I shook my head. “She makes it sound more impressive than it is.”

“No, I’m not; she hangs out with the Top Five all the time.”

“Top Five?” Marie asked.

Emma and I turned to her, stunned.

“You don’t know what the Top Five are?” Emma asked slowly.

Marie shook her head, growing tenser the longer we looked at her.

“Godolkin ranks all the students based on their Q score, which is basically the strength of their powers, academics, and social media engagement. The Top One Hundred are the only ones published every day,” I explained.

“And the Top Five are the only ones everyone really cares about since they’re the ones most likely to make it into the Seven,” Emma added. “It’s on the GOD U app.”

“I don’t have a phone,” Marie admitted.

Emma balked at her. “How have you gone this far in life without a phone?”

Marie shrugged. “My parents wouldn’t let me have one.”

“What about emergencies?” I asked.

“Someone else always has one,” Marie countered.

Something was off about her statement and I knew that if I focused on it long enough, I would get a premonition about her. However, I decided that it would be rude to do that in conversation and tabled it for later.

“You’ll get through it,” I said.

“So, what ranking are you, Y/N?” Marie asked.

“Last I checked, I was number twenty,” I recalled.

Marie and Emma’s eyes widened at me, and I shrunk a little under their gaze. It really was not that impressive considering how intense the nineteen other people above me were.

“That’s amazing!” Emma cheered, leaping off her bed and hugging me.

“How did that happen?” Marie asked gently.

When Emma pulled away, I replied, “Well, right before summer break, I had a premonition about a case Brink had the class working on all year.”

“You solved a crime?” Marie concluded.

“I just helped with a tip,” I insisted.

“Please, Y/N, don’t act like you haven’t solved cases before,” Emma stated.

I narrowed my eyes at her and Emma smirked in reply. Marie held up her hands and shook her head.

“Wait, as in plural?”

“It’s really not a big deal. With all the forensics, psychology, and ethics classes you’ll take, you’ll be solving them too.”

Marie looked unconvinced but did not push it. “So, what’s your ability? I’m sorry if that’s rude to ask.”

“No, it’s fine. Future probability cognition, I can see potential outcomes for the future,” I explained.

“That’s amazing,” Marie complimented.

“Eh, a lot of times it means I get blurry images in my head but it’s helpful sometimes. What about you?”

“Blood manipulation.”

“Whoa, no offense, but that is such a supervillain power,” Emma thought outloud.

“Emma!”

“I said ‘no offense’!”

Marie laughed. “It’s okay, I get why people would think that.”

“Can you give us a demonstration?” Emma asked.

Marie nodded and grabbed a switchblade from her cargo pants’ pocket. In a graceful motion, she cut one of her palms and held it out in front of her. Seconds later, a circle of blood floated in the air like water, swirling each way. Marie smiled at our expressions and the blood slowly flowed back in her palm and the mark healed.

“That was awesome!” Emma cheered.

“I think Brink will like you,” I added.

“Thanks. I think it’s your turn, Y/N,” Marie said.

I hesitated. “Well, mine is definitely not as impressive as yours and I can’t promise I’ll see anything…positive.”

“That’s okay,” Marie insisted.

“You can use me as a demonstration,” Emma offered.

I turned to her and closed my eyes. My mind wandered to images of her face and the sound of her laugh. Eventually, I saw an image of her rolling around her dorm bed with some guy. Then, all of a sudden, she was small and--- “AAAH!” I jumped from my seat, both underclassmen looking at me confused.

“Is it that bad?” Emma asked.

My eyes looked everywhere but my best friend and my hands unconsciously flexed. “Whatever you do, do not bring a guy here in the future.”

“You don’t want me to get laid?”

“I don’t think you would want to experience what I just saw.” I shivered at the thought.

“Have your powers made you respond like that before?” Marie asked.

I nodded. “It’s rare, though, and I have help to get a handle on it.”

Slowly, I sat down and focused on the orange circle rug on the floor. Suddenly, I wished Cate was there to wipe that premonition from my memory. My stomach churned and I swallowed thickly.

“Oh, Marie, you have to come to the training with me today,” Emma announced.

“What training?”

“The Top Five have public training at the beginning of every year. This year, Luke Riordan is up first,” Emma explained with a grin.

“Luke’s a big deal?” Marie asked.

“Hell yeah, he’s number one!” Emma chastised.

Marie turned to me. “Are you going?”

I looked up at her and wondered if she seemed kind of hopeful. “No, I have to do rush tonight.”

“On top of everything else, she is also the secretary of Si Chi, the top sorority on campus,” Emma bragged.

“Wow, are you always this busy?” Marie asked.

“Not always. Things calm down once rush is over.” My phone beeped in my bag and I grabbed it. “Speaking of which, I have to run and get ready.”

“But you already look nice,” Marie commented.

“Thanks, but I need to be up to Si Chi standards. Have fun at the training and Emma, please try not to act up too much.”

“I can’t control what will happen once his clothes burn off.”

“What?” I shook my head. “I’ll see you around.”

The next day, I was shocked awake by a series of texts from Emma.

E: Emergency, pls come 2 my dorm.

E: Srsly, Marie needs ur help.

Immediately, I wondered my Marie would need my help. When I reached out to Emma last night, she was busy gushing over Luke and never mentioned any issues. Also, I didn’t see any posts about her on social media which calmed my nerves.

After texting her I would be there soon, I slowly pushed myself to sit up in my head and pushed my silk sleep mask up over my scarf. Then, I meditated for a few minutes, breathing through all the chaotic thoughts and scenarios that included strangers and people that I knew. Just when my temples began to throb, I stopped and made my way into the en-suite bathroom.

About thirty minutes later, Emma shoved her dorm room open and pulled me in. She was wearing a gray GOD U t shirt and matching shorts, her curly stuck up in random places.

“Where the hell have you been?” she whispered.

“I got here as soon as I could,” I defended. “What’s going on?”

Marie stood from her desk, a deep frown on her face, and made her way towards us. “I’m not in any Crimefighting classes; it’s all performing arts!”

I cocked my head to the side. “That’s weird. Can I see your schedule?”

“It’s on my phone.” Emma handed it to me and I started scrolling through Marie’s schedule.

“Did you register for any performing arts classes?” I asked.

“No, I registered for all the first-year Crimefighting classes,” Marie insisted.

The frustration was thick in her voice and I wondered what was keeping her from punching a hole in the wall.

“Is there anything I can do?” Marie asked.

“Sorry, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this happening.” I paused for a moment and smiled. “But I might be able to help. I have a meeting with Brink today and if you come with me, I could introduce you and we could get this all figured out.”

“Really? Do you know how it will go?”

“Let me try.”

I closed my eyes and focused on Brink, the Crimefighting building, and Marie. The images were as blurry as a Monet up close and all the audio was muffled as if everyone was speaking underwater. When I opened my eyes, I shook my head at Marie.

“Looks like it’s up to fate,” I commented.

Marie deflated and I did not know whether to comfort her or not.

“I’m sending good vibes your way,” Emma offered.

“Thanks, we’ll need it,” Marie replied.

As much as I wanted to push back, I did not like not knowing how this would turn out. My heart drummed in my ears later that day as we walked to the Lamplighter building. At the very least, the sun was beaming on everything, making Godolkin look shinier than usual. It was the perfect day for the white cherry-printed sundress and denim jacket I wore with platform white sandals. My braids flowed freely around me under the cool breeze.

When we walked into the building, I let out the breath I did not know I was holding in.

“You okay?” Marie asked.

“Yeah, why?” I replied.

“Your heart rate picked up,” she observed.

I paused and looked at her. “You can hear my heartbeat?”

She nodded. “Sorry, I know that’s kind of weird.” “Nothing’s weird at this school but, that’s good to know,” I assured.

I made a mental note to be more intentional in meditation as I led Marie to Brink’s office. The Lamplighter building was practically empty since most students were sleeping off hangovers. However, Jordan Li wasn’t most students and was at their usual post, the desk outside of Brink’s office, eyes focused on their laptop. They were in their feminine form, hair slicked back in a low ponytail.

A small smile etched its way on my glossed lips at the sight and I turned to Marie, whose eyes widened at Jordan.

“Let me do the talking,” I whispered.

“Sounds good,” she answered, nodding.

As soon as we got in front of Jordan’s desk, I waved my hand in front of their face to no avail. With no choice, I grinned as I slammed my hands on the desk and called their name. Immediately, Jordan jumped in their seat, yanking their earbuds out as they exclaimed an expletive.

I laughed as they rolled their eyes at me.

“Seriously, freshie?” Jordan commented.

“You can’t call me that anymore, I’m a sophomore,” I sang.

“It doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Jordan teased.

My cheeks warmed at their words and I gripped my Longchamp tote closer to me in an attempt to get a grip on myself.

“By the way, I loved your little dance from last night,” Jordan added.

“You saw that?” I rasped.

“Rushtok is so big that no one can escape it.” Jordan glanced at their laptop. “You’re early, as usual.”

“I like to be punctual but, I also have someone who might be your new favorite freshman,” I replied.

“Impossible,” Jordan scoffed.

I nodded to Marie, who slowly moved to stand next to me. “This is Marie Moreau. Marie, this is Jordan Li, Brink’s TA.”

Jordan glanced at Marie, a smirk disappearing from their face. “Hi.”

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. You’re so awesome; your powers are incredible,” Marie confessed.

Jordan smirked. “I’m glad I impressed a freshman.”

Marie looked taken aback and glanced at me.

“I brought Marie with me since there’s been a mix-up. She applied for Crimefighting but she’s in all the performing arts classes. So, I was thinking that you’d be able to help,” I explained.

Jordan looked back at their laptop and started typing again. “I know, I’m the one who rejected her.”

Their words hung in the air and I could feel a lump starting to form in my throat. As smart as Jordan was, they were either unaware of how deeply their bluntness could cut or they did not care. After knowing them for a year, I began to lean toward the latter.

“What?” Marie muttered.

“Why?” I questioned.

“She has no social media presence and, even though her scores are decent, she needs a following,” Jordan rattled.

“Isn’t that a little biased? Do you know what her powers are? If you knew, I think you would be open to making an exception,” I argued gently. “Besides, she can still get a following online. With her face, it will take no time.”

As soon as the comment left my mouth, I froze. I had no idea why I said that, maybe Emma’s tendencies had rubbed off on me.

“Sorry, the decision’s final.” Jordan did not sound apologetic at all and I thought I saw them trying not to smirk again.

“You can’t do that. Let me talk to Professor Brink,” Marie requested.

“There’s no point, he leaves all admission decisions to me,” Jordan said. “You should learn from your friend. Y/N here has ten million followers across her social media and solved the Glasgow Ripper case and a twenty-year-old cold case before she got here.”

Marie whirled around to me. “You solved the Glasgow Ripper case?”

“I just gave them a tip and it was supposed to be anonymous,” I muttered.

“Nothing is anonymous with Vought,” Jordan countered. “Plus, you led them to key evidence.”

“They would have solved it…eventually,” I admitted.

Based on my original estimate, it would have taken them three years and I always felt horrible whenever they showed the victims’ families on the news. The tension in the space was thick as Jordan and Marie glared at each other. I wracked my brain for something, anything to say.

Fortunately, Brink took care of the tension when he burst out of his office, gun in hand, and shot at Jordan. Marie yelped as Jordan switched to their male form and absorbed the shot.

“Wow, every time,” Brink admired.

“If you keep it up, I’m going to run out of shirts, sir,” Jordan replied, smiling.

Brink turned to Marie and me. “Oh, Y/N, you’re here, early as always.”

“Hi, Professor Brink. How was your summer?” I asked.

“Busy. And yours?”

“Good. Um, Professor, I don’t want to take too much of your time, but this is Marie Moreau and there was a mix-up with her schedule,” I started.

Professor Brink nodded and turned to Marie. “Is that so?”

Marie quickly explained the dilemma, narrowing her eyes at Jordan but was able to stay as calm and professional as possible. I glanced at Professor Brink’s expression and while he looked pleasant, I dreaded his words.

“Well, if Jordan rejected you, that’s final. I trust their judgment,” Professor Brink affirmed. “You can serve as a hero in many ways; Crimefighting is a select group of students who show high aptitude in several areas. That does not mean anyone else is less valuable. Maybe we will see you on Dancing with the Stars one day.”

Marie’s face fell and her body tensed. I might have started crying if I was in her position but her eyes stayed dry. I gently put my hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll figure something out,” I muttered.

She did not look convinced and as I politely followed Brink into his office, I prayed that I would get some sort of helpful premonition. Then again, why did I want to help this girl? I knew her for less than twenty-four hours. Nothing was making sense.

Later that day, I practically ran a hole into my bedroom floor as I ruminated over my next steps. My meeting with Brink was unremarkable and I couldn’t stop thinking about how to get Marie into crim. She was obviously a strong hero in the works, even if Jordan didn’t see it. One way to help would be to get her into a decent house on campus since that was one of the only viable routes outside of making it into the Top 100 to get noticed on campus. However, Marie did not strike me as the sorority type.

Then again, I could help her with donors at fundraisers since they loved throwing their money to make themselves feel better. As I thought, my mind somehow circled back to Jordan. It was fun getting a rise out of them after everything last year. They were not as rude to me as they were to Marie, but they were still terrifying last year. They always had a critique for someone and had reduced numerous kids to tears before the first semester ended. Somehow, I impressed them last year and they started being nicer to me. It probably also did not hurt that I had befriended Cate.

“Ugh, it’s hopeless!” I huffed, plopping onto my bed.

Even when I tried to get premonitions, there was nothing helpful; just Jordan and Marie arguing while I attempted to settle things.

What was this year turning into?

My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts, and I answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Do you have any rush shit tonight?” Cate asked.

I sat up and eyed her in the video call. “No, all the presidents and VPs are meeting tonight so we’re on our own.”

“Great, so you’re free to go out with us,” Cate concluded with a grin.

My heartbeat picked up at the thought of going out with Cate and the others. Any time I went out with them always ended in an interesting story, from the time Cate got us all out of a really embarrassing ticket to the time Andre and Luke drunkenly dueted “Never Gonna Give You Up” in a Korean karaoke bar.

“I know that face, you’re thinking too much,” Cate warned.

“Not in a bad way, in a good way. Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, just wear something hot and meet us in the parking lot at ten.”

“Okay.”

I hung up and set the phone on my dresser. Maybe this would help me clear my head or get me out of my head. Sometimes the thoughts could be suffocating but I would get a break tonight. I closed my eyes and wondered what would happen tonight. Slowly, clear images of a dark club and the sound of a thumping bass flooded my mind. The club was crowded but I saw myself dancing with Cate and…Marie?

#gen v x reader #jordan li x reader #black!reader #marie moreau x reader #limoreau x reader

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winchesterszvonecek · 11 months ago

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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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seoul-bros · 28 days ago

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Jikook Week 44 Complete (08/10-15/10/2024)

Their 44th week in the military is now complete. It's time to celebrate with a look back at this week in 2014.

This was the Dark & Wild era and in researching this post I was drawn back to Beyond the Story to reread what the members and particular J-Hope & V said about promoting Danger, the title track.

"All those performances for "Danger" were really exhausting. When we had that comeback with "Danger" releasing the Dark & Wild album, we'd done about twenty music show pre-recordings and then went to a different program where they announced first place. We were told we had to be there, so we went up there live, completely out of it. Then, it turned out we weren't even candidate for first place, which I think was a big shock." J-Hope

"It's fine if other teams are named as candidates for first place. We just need to work harder. But at the broadcasting stations, we'd always be the first to say hello and greet everyone, the seonbaes and the hubaes alike, but some people just ignored us and passed right by. Or mocked us for not being candidates for the top place.

After the broadcast, we all got into the van together...... Someone was crying, someone was getting really mad, and someone just couldn't speak. The unspeakable disappointment and that tear-jerking emotion was too much

That's when we thought, 'Hey us, let's do really well. So that no one will ever look down on us again.' Looking back, I'm glad we at least got a hold of ourselves back then (laughs). Because we all found our resolve, we had that determination and we all came together as one, swearing to become a really awesome group together" V

That belief that they were in this together and they only had each other comes out very strongly in their SM posts of the time and can perhaps be best illustrated by vmin's TwiX posts. These two romantic & sensitive 95 liners were also ambitious & determined to succeed together with their team.

"Let's go for a long time, I only have you V"

Let's not forget this night view, Jimin

Ah, I see now, Let's be friends for life

Jimin Post 1, Jimin Post 2, V Post 1

This week in 2014 was the tail end of the Danger promo period and images and videos from previous performances were released.

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For their Music Bank show there was a mission challenge to make a heart for the audience during the performance.

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It's such a complete contrast their gentle laddish camaraderie in the dressing room compared to the tough macho attitudes they were portraying on stage.

JK "Are you kidding me? What am I to you?, Am I easy? Uh, are you playing with me?" JM "You're in danger now, Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me?, Don't make me confused

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Even with the difficulties facing them off stage as soon as the lights went up they delivered smash performances EVERY SINGLE TIME.

This week was also countdown to the the Red Bullet Tour (17-19/10/2014) and the release of War of Hormone (21/10/2014).

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Look at these countdown gifs - V (D-6) is taking me out!

And look at these jikook cuties. JK in particular was so so young.

Finally, this week it was Jimin's second birthday after debut and he spent it in the practice room.

Post Date: 15/10/2024 in SK

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #bts in the military #bts in 2014 #red bullet tour #danger #beyond the story #jimin's birthday 2014 #Youtube

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 1 month ago

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So now we have all the behinds and the show in it’s entirety, nobody can convince me this wasn’t a vehicle in which to establish themselves as a duo and to show their bond.

The first episode and the behinds cemented this for me, along with the 3rd episode.

I also want to clearly state I mean this in a positive way, as in the why of their decision to make the show, and it is not in any way negative. If we go back to Jimin saying he mentioned it a while back, doing a travel vlog, it was obviously an idea they knew they both liked and felt comfortable with. It’s something they had also done with the group and by themselves. They know they can travel together and it works.

So then comes the idea of a duo show, just them in theory. However as filmed content it was never going to be just them, let alone the guest, and although they are used to staff and cameras, it’s still invasive to a point, and they know this. I’m sure there is footage that will never see the light of day, the staff said they were worried about editing it, but there is trust there obviously they knew they were in good hands, and they did let their guard down somewhat, at times.

The behinds actually show more of the staff than the show itself, you can see they are ever present in reality, while they are eating whilst camping they are wandering around, while Jimin films the firefly there is a woman right next to him, whilst they are packing up in Japan, packing in NY, you can clearly see staff wandering and sat around.

So back to my point, they weren’t ever truly alone alone at times, but this was and is for content, for fans. Let that sink in. Although it was a chicken and egg, as in they wanted to probably travel alone but couldn’t leave SK without a permit for work, because of MS approaching, so this became work. A trade off. So yes, whilst it was a way to spend time together being free (and it’s a testament to them they felt that despite the staff and cameras), it was still agreed content. And truly what I mean by that is there was a reason why, a deeper reason, why they wanted to do this just them. A blogger said it the other day on here but it’s to establish themselves as Jimin x Jungkook. A duo within a band. It had to be them, no one else. It’s about showing the world at large, or really those willing to see and listen, them.

Less, making up for something gone wrong. Nope, this became a plot device of sorts, one I personally expected, one that fit the narrative they had largely created themselves during chapter 2, especially in early 2023. This wasn’t about fixing a divide, because Jimin would never do that on camera anyway, that’s not his mo. This was a long awaited way to be in content just them. I also say this because I read on twitter an op ot7 who visited the kayak place, and the owner told her that location scouts came out three months prior to filming, that’s around April, this was not last minute, this was planned. They knew extremely what they were doing, and again the last minute narrative became a plot device to explain the show, friends catching up. This is also clear in them mentioning the members a lot in ep1 especially, keeping the ot7 connections. What aired was Jimin saying he missed V, then calling Yoongi, but the behinds have him saying he missed Namjoon, and Hobi. Jin was also mentioned a bit and also JK said he missed the members. Aside from the guest in jeju, the members weren’t mentioned again in such a way.

In episode 3, Jimin said he was speaking about having a meal all three of them for something to say for the show. This gave a glimpse into the reality, and an understandable one, that they tailored their conversations for the cameras, found that’s interesting/acceptable to talk about. That absolutely makes sense, they aren’t going to talk how they usually would when together in front of us. That goes for the band as a whole really.

All in all, these things all added together supports my theory that this was about us seeing them, and by that I mean them as a duo, not necessary making amends, or anything so dramatic. The other piles of evidence to support this is the fact that they don’t seem distant in terms of their behaviours, they seem to loose grasp of that in ep2, and never heard of again. Then the fact that they’re inside jokes and the way they know each other so so well is off the charts, that doesn’t come from spending time apart, that’s married behaviour. The way they prioritised each other is evident in all that they did, the activities and food they picked out, they did for each other. They were really out there living their best life, travelling under the guise of work. Love that for them and I for one see them

Hi, anon! I've been meaning to answer this earlier, but as this is a longer ask that touches on a lot of points, it took me a while. Anyway, you mentioned some things that I don't see going around much in terms of jikook "narratives" made by shippers, which is basically the only reason why this ask stood out to me.

The short version, I agree with mostly everything, but I want to address individually some of the points you made.

1. Jimin x Jungkook establishing themselves as a duo. Yes, that certainly became clear with AYS?!, although they had already did that in terms of performing as idols. But with this show, they took one step further. A bold decision, but I see it contextually. And I'm a glass half empty kind of person, so you or others might not agree with me. I think that AYS?! could only be made in the context of this small window of solo projects before enlistment. It was part of Jimin's projects in which Jungkook was brought on board and both of them decided together what to make of it. And the wish had been granted. Do I think jikook as a duo is something that will exist post-military in the context of a bts reunion and subsequent solo paths? Not really. At least not from what I can see now from this position. Once they are all together, the company might suggest to replicate the success of AYS?! with the entire group, or turning it into some dumb ot7 army dream and have the guest gimmick become a regular thing. Have other duos be established. Wasn't their group leader enthusiastic about the idea of units with the most predictable and fanservice-y combinations? I don't trust BH/Hybe and never will. I want and hope to be proven wrong.

2. Anyone who believes that AYS?! was something spontanous that could have been planned in a month or a couple weeks is naive. There's no need to have any sort of industry knowledge to just think a little bit and you can image the amount of work that goes into pre-production. From preliminary talks which would involve getting the idea out and presenting it to the company and the producers, deciding how it's going to pann out, how will it work in the context of jikook's schedules (no, Jimin did not ambush JK in NY, in case a nutcase is reading my blog). Scouting the locations takes a while. Deciding the most suitable place, if it's available during the period in which JM and JK are also available and so on. And from everything we know, both of them were involved (there's even that interview with the show's director?) throughout the process. And what you said about scouting that place 3 months in advance? It tracks, obviously. If it's the type of production that has a substantial budget that will be streamed on Disney+, you bet your ass they didn't do anything last minute.

3. This last point is connected to the second one. I don't subscribe (never did) to this idea that this is truly some show in which the idea of spending time together for a short while, away from album work, is somehow a way to compensate for some perceived distance or not seeing each other and all the implications (read "fiction") that some have come up. I won't go into too much detail because I find it pointless*, but I guess Jimin watching and commenting on Jungkook's wlives as early aa Feb 2023, saying stuff like "my baby eat well" or "I want to tie your hair neatly" or all that ridiculous flirting that happened each time, was basically a big red neon sign that said in capital letters BREAKUP! Such a distance, such an abyss, worse than Mariana's Trench!

Don't get me started on the amount of talks and planning that most likely went into applying for the buddy system. I thought that would shut people's mouths, but I guess it's a case of short memory and some lack of logic (common sense?) Hopefully this doesn't come out as a surprise, but you don't do that with a person with whom your relationship is a bit rocky or has been through a recent rough patch. Unless jikook are masochists and decided to spend 18 months together in an isolated unit near the border. Fun, right?

*This is for everyone else who will read this post. DO NOT take it as an invitation to use my inbox to share your opinions about break ups, breaks, distance, nature of relationship, timelines, etc. Your opinion over an uncofirmed relationship between JM and JK is not better than mine, nor is mine better than yours. Until jikook do a tell-all interview or they give a tour of their home, I don't care. I've heard everything. All the theories. Save yourself the time you'd spend on typing 300 words and then find yourself blocked. It's not worth it.

#m thoughts #jikook #jikook travel show #jikook are you sure

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call-of-ishmael · 7 months ago

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The Last Ishmael OCD Post

One of my first times that i dabbled into character analysis was about Ishmael's OCD, people like that post but i really feel i could have done better

Canto V was my last major chapter i was willing to read. As i put more distance between me and the story, i want one final farewell in the form of finally fixing up my analysis

PART I: THE META-TEXTUAL

Before i delve into the writing itself, here is some pointers the story gives to her OCD in the form of flavor text and descriptions.

Firstly we have her Bio

This is easy to miss as its just a tiny blurb above her whole intro blurb.

Now, "obsessive compulsive neurosis" is a very weird way to phrase it, "obsessive compulsive" is clear enough but "neurosis" is odd, this is not TOO odd though, as "neurotic" used to be how OCD was classified as a disorder.

However if we look at her bio in Korean, the particulars do simply straight up say "OCD" very clearly, you'd need to MTL but this was also confirmed to me by a friend from SK

The sinner bios are biased though, and are written through a very corporate lens, so lets see if there's any other pointers elsewhere

Her base EGO, Snagharpoon, actually does just that

Her passives name is called "Compulsion" and in its gameplay design its a very interesting way to also point to it

Ishmael is a very all or nothing person, you do it well or you don't do it at all, and this is reflected on how this passive aids you to play

This passive is excellent for boosting the consistency of playing by only going for "Favored" or "Dominating" clashes, while punishing you for taking chances on clashes you MIGHT win

Base ID Ishmael is also a unit with all single coins, rolling tails puts her in a very unfavorable position so this also adds an extra safety net on top. Worth noting being all single coins is also a high risk high reward type of play style.

Finally we see two more pointers id like to note, both from Canto V

The Compulsive`s Knot, an ego gift themed after a naval rope, one of many in the dungeon all alluding to her struggles.

Most obviously though

Her exclusive status effect, Compulsion. This is in direct reference to her EGO passive, providing an attack boost at the same time it provides a drawback in the form of low SP.

We are gonna talk a bit more about this passive since it ties into another gameplay oriented way to point towards her OCD

During the story dungeon we have an event where a noise is heard, you are given two choices, check, gain SP, don't check, lose SP.

Compulsive checking is probably the most well known (to the conditions detriment we will talk about it later) hallmark of OCD

Notably, this doesn't aid Ishmael, while checking can avoid the combat encounter, not checking only has a chance of triggering it, and most interestingly, her SP will always start at -25 during combat encounters. Meaning the temporary boost in her sanity will just get reset next battle, should you decide to check. Checking wont satisfy her anxiety for more than a brief moment.

Lastly the most obvious ones are all the references to Obsession. These are so abundant i feel if you are familiar with the Canto its redundant to have them, i wanted to draw more attention to the allusions to compulsion, as they are less common.

PART II: BEFORE THE STORM

Even since before her own Canto, we can see Ishmael's ruminating and anxious tendencies pop up during previous chapters, which for OCD is important to explore as OCD is an anxious and ruminating disorder.

So lets talk a little bit about OCD! Its a disorder characterized by repetitive and constant intrusive urges to perform a task or a thought (lets keep this in mind for later)

These thoughts or actions are used to try to relieve stress from an anxiety inducing thought or situation. The most common example is OCD exacerbating germ phobia, and causing people who have it to wash their hands in excess.

While OCD is usually described as "irrational thoughts" i feel that's a pretty limited way to view it in my own experience with it. OCD compulsions and thoughts can be informed by very real worries, the worry of getting sick, of making the wrong moral choices, of hurting others. Being clean is a normal and a good practice to stave off getting sick, its the frequency and intensity that turns it maladaptive, OCD turns your own lived fears and traumas against you, and those might very well be real things to worry about, which makes dealing with it very hard.

Enough of that off to the writing!

Lets start with Canto II

This is the first example of her constant need for a lack of ambiguity, previous to this we see her complain about the treatment the sinners are receiving from Effie and Saude, skeptical of the whole deal.

Until shes shown the plans, they are so well crafted shes able to anchor to that and calm down.

This by itself is not really much other than being very detail oriented, lets look a bit further into the chapter

Here we see that aspect elaborated upon more, this moment is framed as a very important one between Dante and Ishmael in their dynamic later on, Ishmael is incredibly upset at the plan having fallen apart so quickly, while yes this is not unreasonable to be upset at, her anger is remarked on by Dante and Gregor as very intense and unusual. This in my opinion is a minor but clear indication her need for planning and considering every option is due to a deep anxiety, but don't take it from me, lets look at Canto III

Here we are told pretty explicitly, Ishmael moving quickly and asking lots of questions is something Dante has noted as an anxious habit.

And here we have more elaboration on what exactly that moment at the Casino meant for Ishmael, it was enough anger and disappointment she has stopped expecting Dante to perform well and instead taken it upon herself to see things go according to plan, this is VERY important to her.

And her worries, are repetitive enough to annoy others, and to be remarked upon by Dante.

This is perhaps the more notable chain of events to point out previous to her chapters aside from 4.5, as it helps contextualize all her usual ways of acting in a more complete light, showing a lot of this is driven by a deep anxiety

And this all makes S.E.A all the more interesting as it pays off on this.

Something i quite enjoy about Limbus is how it re-contextualizes things characters have previously done and said. And the events of S.E.A and Canto V bring a lot of interesting stuff to the table

Lets get cracking with this chapter

In general shes extremely confrontational, and tense, more than usual

But its her anxious outbursts i wanna focus on, what she puts

emphasis on.

This chapter is so crucial in this whole analysis. We see some behaviors way more clearly now, firstly we see her emphasize her need to be absolutely 100% prepared for this, no ambiguity no risks she wants certainty.

But we see something even more clearly and that's her ruminating behaviors, shes brought up things like this to a smaller extent before like commenting on a lot of aspects but here we see in full display her inner world become externalized, shes started voicing worries shes never voiced before can Dante turn them back always? What if Dante dies? What if the sinners get eaten can that be turned back?

And these don't all get brought up immediately, she mentions them in different conversations, pointing to the fact shes constantly going over the subject in her head with no pause, and she gets frustrated when she cannot work on these worries when she cant do anything to quell the anxiety.

And the last part, when Dante finds her so fixated in her planning its impossible to even talk to her. She has to perform some action do something to stave off the disaster she can see coming in her head

As someone with OCD inevitably i have to mention the personal component that drew me to analyze this was how real this feels to when you spiral

A lot of the times OCD is explained as the compulsions being something you do cause you feel its a sort of ritual to stave off disaster. Its in this way i see it reflected in this moment.

As we see with Heathcliff acting as her foil, he points out her worrying is really not doing much other than just her talking and talking, and by the state shes in when Dante checks in on her, aimless not even paying attention to anything else we see the main objective of the planning really isn't practical as much as a compulsive coping mechanism.

She has to do something

PART III: INTO THE DARK

Lots to cover and honestly i will make a companion post to this with all the examples, so for this section i wanna cover some highlights instead, as well as a general discussion of the tone.

The way this chapter is structured is very interesting, its really reflective of the mental state of Ishmael. The chapter feels really aimless, they wander around not really ever finding what they need, which drives Ishmael more and more tense and frustrate

Its a good continuation to how we see her by the end of S.E.A fixated on one goal one thing

As previously stated shes inflicted with a constant special and unique to her status effect called "Compulsion" as covered in Part I

Her behavior is also reflective of this

For a good part of the first third of the chapter shes in her room, the whole time whetting her harpoon, nonstop

However you might notice compulsion is not as present as obsession, and compulsion is also important to OCD its in the acronym! And i have seen others point to it too

However id like you to remember, in the post earlier i said thoughts can fit into OCD, compulsions can be mental and sometimes almost exclusively or mostly mental. Its even in the DSM noted that for diagnosis the compulsions to count you for a diagnosis can be mental in nature

Its in this aspect that i feel Ishmael shines a lot

In general OCD in media is lacking in representation and is often a trait given to assholes or villains

The normal conception of OCD in movies or TV is of neat freaks or control freaks, Compulsion is usually heavily emphasized when it isn't the whole picture

Often ignored though is the aspect of Obsession, some people can have Purely Obsessional OCD (Pure O), this isn't a formal diagnosis or term but its colloquially used by people who have it. Its a bit of a misnomer, as compulsions are present but internalized as mental rituals or rumination

Usually its harder to diagnose, its harder to treat as there's no apparent compulsions others can see, and the people having it seem pretty high functioning to the people around them.

This can be noticed though in people avoiding certain subjects, avoidant behaviors can be the clearest external behavior.

I personally read Ishmael as having more mental compulsions, the way she tends to be a more ruminating and anxious character than outwardly compulsive

During S.E.A and Canto V we see outward compulsions more but from the examples from previous Cantos we can see that's not her usual and she operates more on anxious overthinking most of the time.

However another aspect that ties into mental compulsions is in the previously mentioned avoidant behaviors, we see her isolate and try to stave of having to deal with her worries in both S.E.A and the beginning of Canto V when shes in her room, in both cases doing some excessive preparation in a compulsive way.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

As previously stated Canto V deserves its own companion post, and ill work on that later, i feel this encapsulates what i wanted to say well enough.

I wanted to discuss the previous signs of her behaviors that make me certain her OCD is an intended textual read, and in my opinion a well executed one

Canto V was hard to read as it felt very real and very familiar to the worst times i have had due to my OCD.

Shes a character that despite my distaste i have developed for the franchise, it will never stop meaning a lot to me same as her chapter will always be a piece of storytelling that affected me deeply in ways others haven't

To close i want to leave off what i feel encapsulates the feeling pretty well, in my favorite moment with the membrane consuming her as a metaphor for letting fear, anger, obsessions and compulsions cloud your mind until you forget why you were even there

To you, dear reader, Bon Voyage

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Chapter 16: Those Three Words

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

You and Steven finally get some one on one time together. There's an unexpected visitor before the night is through.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You knocked on the door to Steven’s flat, stomach buzzing with excitement and anxiousness. You exhaled sharply, fidgeting with your fingers while you waited. You heard him on the other side, shouting that he’d ‘be right there’. You heard a crash and the sound of furniture scraping against the wood floor. Did he break something? After hearing the several locks come undone on the other side of the door, you were greeted by your dear Steven, looking just as disheveled as ever, with a dopey smile to match.

“Steven,” you smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart, “Steven…”

“Darling…”

Steven had never been rough with you, but he pulled you against himself as though you were his lifeline, harshly and desperately. His lips melted into yours, noisily as ever, moans rumbling up through his chest and into your mouth. You brought both your hands into his curls savoring the way they felt between your fingers. You sucked on his bottom lip gently, letting it snap back against his teeth.

“Oh I missed you love, I missed you so much,” he said before lifting you and walking you to the bed.

He didn’t want to waste any time being with you, he’d already wasted so much. He dropped you onto the bed, climbing over you, his mouth finding yours again quickly.

“I missed you too, so fucking much,” you breathed, going back for more messy, wet kisses.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, hovering with his lips just above yours. “I’m so,” kiss, “so,” another kiss, “so sorry.”

You grabbed his cheeks between your hands, “don’t ever leave me again Steven or I swear–”

“Never,” he latched his mouth over your neck hungrily, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again love, I promise.”

You moaned while Steven lapped at your neck, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward. He broke his mouth off your skin just long enough to get his shirt over his head before going back to latch his needy lips onto your throat.

Steven wanted to taste every inch of your body, devouring you slowly so he’d never forget what it felt like to have you. He’d missed you more than he could say with words. He had to show you, he had to feel you again. He peeled your shirt off, eyes going wide at the sight of your chest. He’d seen it before, of course, but being with you like this again was just as exciting as the first time, as he suspected it would be every time. He put his face down between your tits, groaning as he did and reaching behind your back to get your bra undone.

“God you smell so good darling, smell so…ah–mm.”

He pulled your bra off and immediately cupped your left breast, sucking your nipple in between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. You bit your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. Steven noticed right away and shot his eyes up at you in a daring glare.

“Don’t do that, let me hear your pretty voice love, been too long…”

He moved over to your other breast, focusing on the hardened peak there, pinching the one he’d just abandoned between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned loudly for him, just like he’d asked, and you felt his entire body respond to your sounds. He trembled, a groan coming out of him in a shuddering breath against your skin. You felt his hips roll forward, mouth open against your tit while he moaned, drooling down the sides.

“F-fuck, Steven.”

He peppered you with kisses, trailing from your chest, down over your tummy and stopping right above your skirt.

“Wore this just f’me didn’t you darling?” He pushed the garment up roughly, “you know just what I like, and these little panties…mm,” you heard him make a sound resembling a low growl.

He ran his finger over the thin fabric separating your cunt from his face. He couldn’t believe how wet and eager you were already. There were many things he missed about you, and this was one of them. He pressed his face against your mound, inhaling deeply and then sighing a satisfied exhale.

“S-Steven a-are you…”

He looked at you over your bunched up skirt, “I can’t help it love, call me a freak if you want but…can’t help it.”

He went back in, inhaling again and using his teeth to tease you through the lacy panties covering your beautiful little pussy lips. He missed your taste, sweeter than honey, your smell, more fragrant than the prettiest flowers. Steven put a hand underneath both of your knees and pushed your legs back against your torso, holding them in place with his arm. He then hooked a finger in your underwear and pulled them over your thighs, letting them rest there.

“Missed you too, pretty little thing,” he said to your pussy as though it were a different entity entirely.

He licked a stripe between the lips, gulping as he collected a glob of your slick arousal in his mouth. He exhaled like he’d just had a cool drink of water. He brought his mouth back over your nub, suckling it between his lips and flicking his tongue out, forcing a sharp gasp from your mouth. Steven’s arm pressed more firmly against the backs of your trembling thighs, keeping you folded in half and exposed for him. Both of your hands dropped to the sheets, balling them up in your hands while he slurped over your mound.

“Oh god, Steven, y-yes!”

Steven brought a finger to your entrance, swirling around the hole but not pushing through. He worked over you until his index was coated, bringing the tip of his finger to the tight rim of your lesser used hole. You bit your lip, knowing what he was thinking. He slid his finger into you slowly, made easier by the slick that had trickled down there. You gasped as he moved in further. You could feel the bastard smiling against your folds.

“Steven, oh fuck-oh-god-fuck.”

He started pumping his finger into you faster, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. He moved his tongue masterfully over your clit, paying close attention to what made you squirm the most. Your body shook, he loved the way you were so sensitive and responsive to everything he did to you. Your hole clenched around his finger, your thighs tensed under his arm as he kept them in place.

He dragged his tongue through your slit again, slurping up what mess had accumulated there before going back to work on your clit. You felt the unmistakable tingling heat pooling in your core, the overwhelming sensations sending you over the edge faster than ever before. You bit your lip, huffing loudly through your nose.

Steven could feel the way your hole cut the circulation off in his finger when you came. Your cunt throbbed, coating his chin in even more slick arousal than before. He moaned into your pussy, feeling his cock starting to twitch in his pants. Shit, he thought, feeling the cum shooting into his boxer-briefs. His breathing was ragged and wrecked as he bucked his hips forward, embracing the orgasm that he’d tried to put off.

Something about making you come made him feel so good he couldn’t help it. He fed his own moans into your mound, breathing deeply and gliding his clothed cock over the mattress through his climax. Nothing felt as exciting as getting you off, not to Steven anyway.

“Damnit,” he muttered, once you were both finished.

He sat up, letting your shaking legs fall down to the mattress. You smirked and looked at him, recognizing the sated gaze he gave you in return. You looked down and noticed the dark spot on his pants immediately, giggling loudly. You toed off your panties, which still sat around your knees.

“Come here,” you said, holding out your arms to him, and he complied, crawling up to lay on the pillows next to you.

Steven put his toned arms around your torso, pulling your bare chests together in a tight embrace. He kissed your nose before slotting his lips over yours, still tasting like your arousal mixed with his own signature flavor. You could’ve stayed like that forever, wrapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world.

“Steven…” you said, looking up at him longingly.

“Yes darling?” He said, looking at you with that deep hooded gaze that made your toes curl.

“I love you,” you said softly, brushing a curl from where it’d fallen into his eyes.

Steven’s heart stopped beating in his chest. His mouth fell open and he just stared at you. His mind was buzzing, not only with his thoughts, but Jake and Marc were there too. They weren’t supposed to be, they’d said they would give Steven his time, but you saying those words had sparked something in their head.

“Y-you…sorry what?”

“She said she loves you pendejo, say it back!”

“You too!” Steven shouted in a panic. You jumped, resulting in both of you giggling foolishly. “I’m sorry, Jake was…he was yellin’ at me and it took me off guard.” You both sighed while your laughter settled. Steven cupped your cheek, looking affectionately into your eyes, “I love you too.”

You kissed him deeper, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers while you did. It was easy to let go of all the things he’d done and said go when you were there with him. You loved the way he felt about you, as though it spilled out of his body with every sweet word and permeated the air around you. Steven truly did love you. Despite his mistakes, despite the break up, and despite everything else, he loved you.

“You know we still have to tell her about Egypt, hermano.”

Steven ignored Jake, not wanting to ruin this reunion with more nonsense. He would tell you later when he had the chance. Your hands worked to unbutton his pants and get them pulled down. He did the rest of the work, sliding the cum soiled clothing off his legs and tossing it aside.

You felt Steven’s softened cock with your hand, brushing your fingertips against his balls and holding the other bits in your palm. Even when he wasn’t aroused, his member felt heavy and large in your hand. Steven brought his hand between the two of you moving your hand out of the way and jerking his palm around his flaccid dick.

“Kiss me, love,” he urged, as though you hadn’t been doing that all along.

You got more passionate, moaning into the kiss and tangling your fingers in his hair. You made a point of rubbing your hard nipples against his chest and rolling your hips against where his fist was at work, trying to bring his cock back to life. He whined into you, muttering ‘that’s it, yes, keep going’, on repeat. You felt him getting harder, the fat tip once again hungry and searching for your cunt to plunge into.

Steven was shaking with excitement again, staying parallel to you as he lifted your leg and shifted his hips to guide his member to your impossibly slick entrance. His lips never left yours as he slipped inside, choking on his moans as he felt your walls flutter around him in response. He started thrusting, enjoying the softness of your voice as you whined into every kiss.

“Jake did such a good job stretchin’ you out for us, didn't he love? Doesn’t hurt like it did before, does it?” Steven’s mouth trailed over your jaw and down to your neck. “Still s-so tight though.”

You reached your hand to Steven’s which was still wrapped around the other side of your leg, keeping it pulled up so he could fuck into you harder. You laced your fingers with his, to which you felt him smile against your lips. Nothing had ever felt as right to you as having Steven in your arms.

Steven hadn’t forgotten how good it felt to be inside of you, but he sure did miss how good it felt. Your tight little cunt took him so well, just like it had the first time he felt it. He felt your hand in his and cherished the way his whole body felt alive with you embracing him. Now that he had you back, he wasn’t going to let anything change that. He damned himself for ever pushing you away in the first place. He didn’t care if he had to quit his job as your professor, he was never walking away from you again.

“Oh my g-god Steven!” You cried out as his teeth made contact with your neck, sucking the skin through his lips and biting down gently.

“Missed those pretty sounds you make t-too, missed-all-of-it.”

He punctuated each word with a thrust, his movements getting more desperate and ragged with every pass. Your fingers dug into his skin resulting in a moaning gasp from his lips. Steven, always so messy, started drooling down your neck and chest while he mouthed at your body. He was whimpering so loudly you could hardly hear your own sounds over his.

“That’s it love, that’s it. You’re-so-fuckin’-wet-I–!” He grunted, “oh…you hear that?” He slowed down, sliding back until he was about to fall out and then moved forward again slowly until he was flush against your hips. “Such a soaking wet mess, all f’me darling.”

He sped up again, pumping into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried out, voice wavering with every slam of his hips against yours. You held onto him tightly while he jackhammered forward, huffing into your ear as he did. You felt a shift in his body, and he pushed you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs hurriedly. He hunched forward, angling himself so he could get deeper, bottoming out inside of you.

Steven was mesmerized, watching your tits bounce with every forward snap of his hips. He leaned down, never slowing his pace, taking one of your peaked breasts in his mouth. You gasped at the new sensation, arching your chest and holding the back of his head in place over you. He smacked his lips over your nipple, nibbling with his teeth gently. His free hand worked its way to your hip, grabbing tightly to keep you in place.

“S-Steven I–! Oh shit!”

You came again right then, walls contracting around every inch of his cock while he fucked you through it. You felt him too, spilling his hot spend into you, breathing noisily as he did. He squeezed your body so tight you thought you might break while his length throbbed inside of you, stretching you wider with every shot of warmth it had. You both felt empty and weak when you were done, collapsing on the bed next to each other heavily.

“That was…oh god love that was…”

“Amazing,” you said softly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah.”

You both laid there for several moments before a loud grumble erupted from your stomach. You hadn’t eaten properly all day, nerves making it nearly impossible for you to find anything appetizing. Steven chuckled when he heard it.

“I hear you tummy,” he laughed, leaning over and kissing just above your navel, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too.”

“You’re a dork,” you couldn’t help but laugh as well, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll go get takeout. You just stay put, alright?” He tapped your nose.

You nodded with the dumbest smile on your face. Steven kissed your lips softly once more before hopping off the bed, dressing himself quickly and leaving the apartment to get some food for your grumbling stomach. You sighed and fell back onto the bed, smiling stupidly to yourself. Your mind was buzzing with excitement, thinking about Steven…but you also couldn’t help your thoughts from wandering to Jake as well. You wondered if he would ever make an appearance again, or if he would be too worried about upsetting you even further.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did want to see Jake again. You wanted to know more about the mystery man who helped bring you and Steven back together. You thought about the kiss on the park bench, the way his lips felt so desperate to stay on yours despite him pulling back from you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Was it possible to love both of them at the same time? Would Steven be alright with that? You didn’t even know how to begin navigating this whole thing.

After a few more moments, you got off the bed. You rifled through Steven’s drawers, finding a shirt to put on and sliding your underwear back over your legs. It didn’t take long for you to find something to watch on the television. Steven had the history channel still up and you knew it would probably be a good idea for you to try and absorb some of it, considering your attendance had been spotty at best.

In an hour he returned, you heard the paper bag rustling as he walked to the kitchen, dropping the meal on the table. You smiled, excitement fluttering through your body at the thought of food…and seeing Steven again. You felt so silly, being so smitten like that, but you couldn’t help it. There was a reason you went back to Steven, and why you’d never walk away again. You were in love with him. It was that simple, and that complicated all at once.

You walked to the kitchen and he was standing there back to.

“You gonna make me wait until I starve to death or…oh.”

You realized immediately that Steven wasn’t fronting. When he turned around, you were met with Marc’s face. It was still so remarkably like and unlike Steven’s all at once. Their facial features were the same, of course, but their expressions…they were so vastly different.

“Marc…” you said softly.

He looked you up and down, scowling and looking like he wanted to throw you out of the flat on your ass, and if he didn’t care about Jake and Steven at all, he would’ve. He didn’t know if he could say he hated you, but you were making things so, so complicated, and Marc liked to keep things safe, easy, and simple. He looked you over. Objectively speaking you were pretty. He could see why the other two liked you.

Is…is that my… he thought to himself, and he felt his breath catch in his chest. Why was that the thing that made his hardened exterior falter? It was just you…wearing his shirt…in your underwear…without a bra on. Was it cold in there?

He sighed, trying to compose himself, “is that my shirt?”

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title: marked me like a bloodstain | part three

part one | part two

pairing: dark smuggler!joel miller x smuggler!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2980

summary:

You save Joel’s life when the two of you are attacked on a smuggling run.

He has an interesting way of saying thank you.

author’s note: another installment for my dark!joel series. please please please heed the tags on this one, y’all. reader discretion is advised. if you like this story, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging - they make my day

you can also buy me a coffee if you want

content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, canon typical violence (including death of raiders), no use of y/n, mentions of blood, degradation, pet names, MEAN MEAN MEAN joel, knife play, blood play, dom/sub dynamics, choking, gagging, spanking, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, ass play, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, bondage, no aftercare. please let me know if any have been missed.

The raiders appeared out of nowhere.

One minute, you’re canvassing a new building for trade supplies and the next you’re hiding beneath a desk, the sounds of Joel struggling to fight off the three men who’ve ambushed you echoing in your ears. It’s just the two of you this run, Tess having stayed back to deal with a personal matter, which leaves you outnumbered.

When the men had burst into the room in a shower of glass from the windows, Joel had shoved you aside and demanded that you hide. Your hand grips your Bowie knife tightly as you try to steady your breathing.

You peer around the desk. Joel’s on his knees, two of the men standing over him while the third lays in a pool of blood that’s slowly growing in size, Joel’s knife sticking out of his chest. One of the men holds a goddamn machete, his lips curled in a sneer as he regards Joel.

“Fuckin’ old man here thinks he can fight, huh?” He asks his companion with a laugh, heavy Boston accent grating to your ears when you’re used to Joel’s Texan drawl. “Fuckin’ dumbass.”

The other man spits on the ground, near Joel’s hand. Your grip grows impossibly tighter on your knife.

You’re about to make a dumb decision. A colossally stupid decision. One that is going to get you into so much trouble with the asshole whose life you’re about to attempt to save.

Both of the raiders have their backs to you. One of them doesn’t have any visible weapon, he’s just a big fucking guy with a mean bark and meaner fists.

Which means you have to target the one holding a twenty inch razor sharp blade and incapacitate him before he can chop off any number of body parts.

No sweat.

You stand slowly, quietly, hardly daring to breathe as you leave the safety of your hiding spot. You creep with careful steps as the two idiots continue to taunt Joel. You twist the knife in your grip, turning it in your palm until your thumb is positioned on the bottom of the hilt. You wrap your other hand on top for stability and power.

When you’re right behind the oblivious man you raise your arms above your head and bring the blade down into his neck. He goes down to his knees with a surprised shout, dropping his weapon as you twist the knife and savagely rip it from its entry point.

His hands wrap around his bleeding throat. Joel launches for the machete, grappling with the other man as you bring the knife down again and again and again, stumbling forward in your efforts until you’re straddling the man as you rip your blade into him.

There’s a shout behind you that drags you from your vendetta, and you look up to find the accomplice standing above Joel, trying to press the machete to his neck. You take a running start at the man, colliding with him to knock him off. The machete clatters to the ground as you pin the man to the ground with your body, a knee digging painfully into his back as you press your blade to his throat.

“You don’t fuckin’ touch him,” you growl, sliding the sharp edge over the thin skin and watching in satisfaction as he sputters and chokes on his own blood.

You stand, wiping the blood across your jeans. Joel stands a few feet away, chest heaving with labored breaths. His eyes are dark as he stares you down.

“You’ve got some blood on your shirt,” you say, a stupid observation to break the thick tension as he continues to stare at you. He takes careful heavy steps in your direction.

“You stupid fuckin’ girl,” he says lowly. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Yeah, and a thank you would be nice!” You snap back. You clench your jaw as he stands toe to toe with you, looking down at you with derision.

His hand grips your wrist, squeezing so hard you yelp and drop your knife, the blade clattering to the ground. He crouches, picking it up and advancing on you.

You stumble backwards, hitting a wall with a thump. He presses the tip of the blade to the delicate skin of your throat.

“You wanna listen to me now, baby?”

_______

Joel smirks at the flash of fear he sees in your eyes, high off the feeling it gives him. He’d been ready to accept death if it meant those men didn’t get a hand on you, and here you go throwing yourself at them like a rabid animal in his defense. The image of you savagely slicing each man up is burned in his brain, his cock hard as a rock in his jeans as he stares down at you.

Christ, he’s a monster. But his beast seems to call to yours in perfect harmony.

You swallow, the tip of the knife pressing deeper with the motion. Joel drags it down your chest, lightly scraping it across your clavicle, down between your breasts. He dips it under the hem of your dingy tank top, using it to draw the fabric up your stomach.

“Tell me somethin’,” he says, eyes fixed on the glint of metal against the skin he slowly exposes. “Did it make you wet?”

“D-did w-what make me wet?” You stutter.

“Killin’ those men.” Joel lifts the fabric above your breasts and pulls down one cup of your bra to expose your nipple to the cool air. He presses the flat of the blade against the taut little bud, earning him a hiss. “If I slipped my hand down into your panties, would they be soaked?”

You shake your head, and Joel smiles.

“Liar.”

________

Joel’s smile is terrifying. It’s sharp and mean and sinister as he looks down at you with dark eyes and darker intentions.

He’s right, though. You are a liar. A dirty, filthy liar.

“Take off your pants,” Joel commands. When you don’t move, he presses that goddamn blade against your skin again. “Now. Or I’ll cut them off.”

That gets you moving, if only because you have a very limited amount of clothing and can’t afford to lose a pair of perfectly good pants. Definitely not because your heart beats in triple time at the thought of what Joel might do to you once they’re off.

You clumsily remove your shoes and tug your pants down your legs, pushing them off to the side. You press your thighs together, hoping to hide what you’re certain is a sizeable wet spot.

But he notices. He always notices.

The blade is dragged up your thigh, a light scratch to your skin that leaves goosebumps in its wake. Your mouth goes dry as he slips the sharp edge beneath the waistband and pulls.

The elastic snaps against your skin, the fabric hanging limply off your hips. He holds your gaze as he does it to the other side before reaching roughly between your legs to pull it free.

Joel inspects the fabric, holding it up to his face. He rubs a thumb over the gusset and you can see the string of arousal that his thumb collects. He makes a disappointed noise.

“When will you learn, huh?” He asks. “When will it get through that pretty little head of yours that you can’t fuckin’ fool me.” You don’t reply, your mouth too dry and brain too fuzzy to form words.

“On your knees,” he demands. You drop heavily to the ground, the sting of concrete on your knees making you wince. “Hands out.”

You hold both hands out to him and he twists the mangled fabric of your underwear around your wrists, binding them together. The elastic cuts painfully into your skin, making you whine. He grips your cheeks and forces you to look up at him.

“Not another goddamn sound,” he snaps. He unbuttons his pants, pulling them down only far enough to free his cock. It slaps against his belly before he takes it in hand, pumping himself roughly. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart. It got you in trouble by lyin’ so now we have to teach it a lesson, don’t we, baby?”

You let your mouth fall open, sticking your tongue out for him. He runs the ruddy head of his cock over your tongue, the flavor and heat of him exploding across your tastebuds making you groan.

You don’t realize your mistake until it’s too late.

His fingers tangle in your hair, digging against your scalp and tugging your head back with a rough grip.

“What did I fuckin’ say?” Joel growls. He crouches, getting right up to your face. “I said not another goddamn sound. If you’re not gonna listen, I’m gonna leave you here as a treat for the next group of raiders.”

He releases your head and grips your chin, sliding his thumb over your lips. “Can you behave? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir.”

_______

Joel groans, slipping his thumb between your plush lips. He loves to see you like this, so pliant to his depravity with your eyes wide in fear but dark with lust.

He presses your mouth open by squeezing your cheeks, tilting your head back with a rough jerk of his hand. He gathers the spit on his tongue, pursing his lips and letting it fall into your waiting mouth. Your lashes flutter as it hits your tongue, depraved little thing that you are.

“Dirty fuckin’ thing,” he teases. You’re silent this time, staring up at him with desperate eyes.

Good, he thinks. He wants you desperate. For him and him alone.

He releases your face and takes his cock in hand again, feeding it between your lips. He groans at the feel of your hot mouth, the press of your tongue against the underside of his dick, the scrape of your teeth as he draws back out.

Joel’s thrusts are slow but deep, pressing as far back into your throat as he can, until he feels it constrict and flutter against him. He groans, low and deep in his chest like it’s conjured from his very soul. You gag, tears sliding down your face in mesmerizing rivulets.

“That’s it, sweetheart, see? Guess this mouth is good for more than just lies, huh?” He says, voice taunting. He withdraws completely and you gasp for breath, falling forward and catching yourself with your bound hands.

“Stand up,” he commands. You stand slowly with uncoordinated movements, listing slightly to the left. Joel catches you, scooping you up with an arm behind your back and the other beneath your knees. You sag in his arms, head against his chest, and he carries you to the desk you’d been hiding under.

Joel sets you on your feet and turns you to face the desk with a harsh grip on your hips. He presses a hand between your shoulder blades, shoving you down on the grimy surface. He takes a step back, kneeling on the ground and spreading you with a broad palm on each cheek.

“Would you look at that?” He says. “You’re just drippin’, baby.” He leans close, licking you from clit to quivering entrance. “You taste like sin, you know that?”

You whine, squirming on the table. Some unintelligible words float through the air, but Joel can’t decipher them. He slips a thumb into your soaked cunt and you gasp, clenching around him. He withdraws, sliding the slick digit to your ass, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You squeal, trying to wiggle away from the intrusion and he brings a palm down on your ass with a harsh smack that echoes in the building.

“Quit squirmin’. If I want to play with all your little holes, I will. And you’ll scream for it,” he growls.

“Joel,” you moan. You sound drunk, his name nothing but a slur of letters from your lips. “Please!”

His responding smile is sharp. Mean. More animal than man.

______

You can’t fucking think. Joel’s hands are everywhere except where you want them most. They trail across your back and ass and thighs, but never once does he get close enough to your aching center to give you any sense of relief.

“Please,” you sob. “I need it, Joel.”

“What do you need?”

“Need your cock, need you to fuck me, need you to split me open,” you babble. There’s the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper drawing down, sounds that make your pussy clench and drip in anticipation like goddamn Pavlov’s dog.

“Beggin’ me for my cock like a greedy little slut,” he teases. He notches his thick head at your hole. “Well, if you want it so bad, better get to work.”

You blink, confused. “But—“

You’re cut off by a sharp smack to your ass that makes you shout. “You heard me.”

You swallow before tentatively working your hips back against his length. He sinks in slowly, stretching you harshly and you suck in a tight breath as he slowly fills you until you finally don’t feel so empty.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” Joel groans, a rare phrase of encouragement that makes your brain buzz. You rock forward and back along his cock, moaning as he drags across that spot inside of you that makes you see stars and forget your name.

“Hold still,” Joel commands, breaking through your brain fog. You obey with a whine that sounds pitiful even to your own ears. He withdraws completely and while you can’t see what he’s doing, you can feel his eyes scorching your skin. “Just wanted to see how hungry this little cunt was for my cock. Clenchin’ on nothin’.”

You feel a tear slip from the corner of your eye. Your wrists ache beneath the elastic of your panties, your throat burns from his earlier abuse, and you want so badly to come you think you might go insane with it.

He slams back inside of you with no warning. The smack of his hips against the back of your thighs rings through the air and you gasp and try to escape the onslaught of sensation, wiggling forward and rising on the tips of your toes. He yanks you back with a rough grip on your hips, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure to find evidence of him long after he leaves you.

Joel’s weight shifts, pressing to your back until he can wrap a rough palm around your throat, dragging your body upright with him, your back bowing dramatically as he holds you to him.

“I’m feelin’ generous, baby,” he says in your ear, voice rough like gravel. “I’m gonna let you come all over my cock like I know you’re dyin’ to. But I’m not gonna touch that achin’ little clit. You come on my cock or you don’t come at all. You understand?”

You nod your head, clenching around him at his words and his tone and his possessive grip on every facet of you. Your vision tunnels as you chase your release, an easy enough task when every sharp thrust of his hips is making you see stars.

The fingers on your throat tighten the slightest bit more and his hips drive into the slightest bit harder and it’s enough to send you over the edge. You shake in his arms as your muscles tighten and your pussy flutters around him, crying out as his cock continues to split you open. You’re whining, oversensitive as he pounds into you with rougher, more uncoordinated thrusts as he finds his own pleasure.

He withdraws suddenly and simultaneously drops the hand around your throat, making you collapse forward without the support. A wet hot heat lands on your back, thick ropes of his spend marring your skin.

You feel Joel drag his fingers through it and he brings his hand to your lips. You open your mouth to him, the digits slipping across your tongue and leaving behind the salty taste of him.

You feel him step away and you stand slowly, head still spinning from the adrenaline and the orgasm and the experience that is Joel fucking Miller.

He comes back with your discarded shoes and pants, tossing them both at your feet. He reaches for your hands, slipping the flat edge of the blade beneath them and slicing them off.

“Get dressed,” he growls, leaving your blade on the table. Your eyes drift to it as he stomps away.

With jerky movements you step into your pants and pull them up your legs before sliding your shoes back on. You pick up the knife, testing the weight of it in your hand before heading outside.

Joel stands with his back to you. Your fingers twitch around the handle of your knife. With careful, quiet steps. Your brain runs through a million scenarios, but you decide on one.

With a harsh kick to the back of his knees, Joel collapses with a surprised shout. You tackle him, his surprise giving you an upper hand as you wrestle him between your legs, knees pinning his biceps to the dirt. He looks up at you in surprise, the first time you’ve seen such an expression on the formidable man.

Joel’s tense muscles ease the slightest bit when he sees its you. His chest is heaving with labored breaths as you press the tip of the blade beneath his chin. You drag it up his jaw, mesmerized by the glint of metal against his tan skin. You caress his cheekbone with the sharp tip, like a lover would with their thumb.

He hisses as the skin breaks in the wake of the blade, a small line of red bubbling to the surface. You grin at him.

“Next time I save your life? Just say thank you,” you murmur.

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