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wrestletotheground · 7 months

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you get me closer to god - matty healy x reader (part one)

boss!matty

cw: ! minors dni ! smut, age gap (20/34), power imbalance, cheating, f!reader, dom/sub, male masturbation, spit, cumplay, voyeurism, semi-public, office work affair, general filth and nasty behaviour

wc: 2.1k

8:30am

you're sat on the sofa across from matty in his office, basking in the slanted rays of sunlight that peep through the blinds. the office is warm, the air filled with a faint musky scent that's recently become a comfort to you.

he called you in early supposedly to discuss your 'behaviour in the workplace', but so far it's just been him making small talk about work and typing away, deliberately acting oblivious towards the tension in the room. he throws you the occasional glance over his computer screen, but they never linger long enough to satisfy you. you're practically twiddling your thumbs in conversation, vying for his attention any way you can by throwing in little jokes and references or tapping your fingers on the chair, but he won't budge.

his breaking point is when you clear your throat obnoxiously loudly, spreading your legs and crossing them again in your skimpy little skirt just to taunt him. and oh, it works. this time it's more than a short glance. his jaw clenches as he watches you, knuckles turning white as he balls his hands into fists. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you, as if you'd mind. you smile sweetly, a glint in your eyes as you relax into the chair.

he mutters something under his breath before shutting off his laptop and clearing away the stacks of papers that litter the space in front of him. a few pens clatter to the floor as he carelessly throws everything aside. all the while you can't stop staring at him, trying to figure out the almost unreadable expression on his face.

he taps the desk in front of him twice, gesturing with his head and looking at you expectantly. the fiery look in his eyes tells you you're in for it today. he stares intently, hungrily, as you stand up and walk around as slowly as possible, just to push his buttons. before you have the chance to get up onto the desk, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, making your entire face heat up.

'you know exactly what you're doing, don't you? been walking around all week in these little skirts,' he says, giving it a tug to emphasise his point. you bite the tip of your crimson painted nail and shake your head, acting naive and failing miserably. 'they leave nothing to the imagination baby, we can't be having that. nono,' he tuts, shaking his head and looking up at you disapprovingly. 'all those filthy boys in the office gawking at my girl, save it for the real man, the boss, yeah?' you feel yourself flush at his words, and all you can do is mumble out a vague 'yes' sound as your gaze wanders from his eyes to his lips and back again, almost like you're trying to memorise every detail in case he disappears.

'be good for me, darling,' he whispers, staring up at you like you're the messiah. 'mm, whatever you want,' you reply, tilting your head back as he starts running his hands up and down your body, squeezing your hips. you feel so small under his touch, acutely aware of how easy and effortless it is for him to hold so much power over you. he pulls at the fabric around your waist and you help him out by shoving the flimsy skirt down and kicking it off to the side somewhere, making his breath hitch in his throat.

without another word he lifts you up onto the desk. the cool wood touching your thighs sends a shiver up your spine, quickly being replaced by the warmth of his hands on your knees, spreading them apart without breaking eye contact. he's standing now, towering above your face and making you feel smaller than ever. 'you gonna help me out angel?'

you nod quickly, heart hammering in your chest and heat pulsing elsewhere. your thighs clamp around him, hips pushing towards the obvious bulge in his suit trousers. a condescending laugh echoes through the room. 'oh already? haven't even touched you yet and already you're fucking desperate for me,' he says, pulling your knees out from his waist. 'no, please, im just-' he cuts you off by grabbing the collar of your shirt and pushing his lips onto yours, unable to refrain from the way your voice wavers as you fall into subspace for him yet again.

the faint taste of your cherry lip balm makes him impossibly more turned on and his tongue presses into your mouth like he could just swallow you whole.

he unzips his trousers and you immediately reach out to touch him, desperate to help him, to feel him, regain some of that power, but as soon as your fingertips graze his stomach he swats your hand away and steps backwards. 'did I say you could touch me?' your head shakes of its own accord, and you whine in protest when he sits back down onto the office chair, leaving you exposed and helpless.

'you don't get to touch me or yourself. eyes on me, legs apart and keep them pretty hands behind your back unless I say, okay?' you sigh and breathe out a shaky 'okay', your head swimming at the thought of being there solely for his pleasure.

he grabs at his dick through the tight trousers and grunts at the relief. your eyes are trained on his hand, the way the veins push out as his fingers tighten around the clear outline. the way the silver band on his ring finger shines in the morning light.

you notice how his face is directly facing your cunt, drops of arousal spilling out and seeping into the baby pink cotton the longer he stares. it's getting harder and harder not to touch yourself, or him for that matter. especially when he lifts his hips and pulls down his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles. especially when he strokes along his length tantalisingly slowly, teasing the both of you. you're utterly fixated on the mouth-watering shape under the fabric, straining to be released.

he pushes his thumb under the waistband, momentarily denting the perfect shape of his rose tattoo. he moves them down, but only enough to free his cock. it's leaking already, red and angry and desperate and he groans at the feeling of the air hitting it.

'fuck, look what you do to me, love,' he says as he finally lets his hand wrap around his erection. your thighs twitch at his words.

he starts off slowly as usual. long, languid strokes as he drinks in your body in front of him, especially enraptured by the wet patch between your legs. you want nothing more than to wrap your mouth, your hand even, around him, help him feel good, but you're not in the mood of being punished today. instead you just let the coil in your stomach tighten with every little movement and sound that comes from him; let him render you an embarrassingly wet mess in front of his eyes.

you try your hardest not to squirm, not to give in and have him watch you disappointedly as you fuck yourself with your fingers selfishly, but good girls don't do that. you need to be everything he wants.

'lift up your shirt,' he huffs, teeth baring for a second as he pumps himself desperately. you oblige, gently hiking up the hem of your perfectly ironed white shirt and turning it into a vulgar sight as it touches your neck, revealing your chest to him, framed in pretty black lace that you always wear just for him.

'shit, my pretty little girl, fucking love those tits, all for me, aren't they?'

'all for you, no one else,' you reply, pushing them together and rubbing your fingers over your nipples in an attempt to ease some of the pressure inside you. you're so worked up that the simple action sends a jolt of electricity through you, making your back arch.

'what did I fucking say, leave your shirt up there, hands behind your back,' he spits. you inadvertently whimper as you obey him once again, catching the shirt under your armpits to keep it up above your tits as you place your hands back onto the hard wood behind you.

waves of humiliation crash over you at how bare you feel before him, and you have to look away for a second to regain composure.

your eyes flick to the gold rimmed photo on the wall and you can't help but wonder how long he's needed this. his appetite for you is seemingly insatiable at all times, despite the woman in white pictured next to him outside the chapel.

you're snapped out of your thoughts as a strangled groan leaves his chest. you look down and see his thumb swiping precum over the head of his cock. his hips start to buck upwards and he continues stroking up and down, faster now. you make a show of grinding up into the air as he stares at you with eyes clouded in lust. your pussy is throbbing, begging for anything, even a gust of wind, to soothe the ache that's worsening and worsening the longer you watch him getting himself off.

suddenly he stands up and comes towards you, eyebrows scrunched up in desire. he taps your jaw with one hand, the other continuing his unrelenting pace. you know the signal by now, and you open your mouth obligingly and let out a theatrical moan as he spits onto your tongue. seeing you swallow and grin devilishly up at him is what tips him over the edge.

'fuck- baby- come here,' a series of grunts falls from his lips as his chest heaves, fucking his fist hard and fast. he hooks a finger under the waistband of your underwear and pulls it outward, leaning forward so his tip is practically touching your abdomen. 'what...' you trail off, catching on to his plan as soon as spurts of cum start to dribble into your underwear, soaking and mixing into your slick.

'fucking hell,' he moans through shaky breaths. your breath catches in your throat, releasing a groan of pleasure as some of the warmth drips down and lands on your burning skin. he whimpers, eyes focused on your core and then rolling back into his head as he milks the last few drops out.

you can't help how quickly your hand goes to your aching bundle of nerves, desperate for more, hard contact, but he grabs a hold of your wrist before you get the chance. the glare he gives you makes you retract instantly, remembering his earlier orders. you lean back on your hands again reluctantly like a good girl, to please him.

he gives a satisfactory hum before gripping your neck, making you gasp and splutter with the force. even though he's a bit dazed and out of breath, the only thing that falters is his voice as he orders you around like his little plaything. 'you're gonna walk around with this pretty little cunt covered in me all day, right? come back to me at the end of the day and if you've been good I'll reward you,' as he speaks, he lets the elastic snap back against your hot skin and palms at your core through the soaked fabric. you nod and whine at the feeling of the warmth being pushed against you, the sticky mess spreading and mixing in an obscene concoction of lust, your head rolling back in ecstasy. it's wrong - so wrong - but you can't get enough.

'thank you sir,' you reply, your face burning up at the shame gnawing at the back of your mind. he rolls his eyes at how needy you look, not even 9am and you're already grinding against his hand, begging for anything he's willing to give you. 'pathetic,' he whispers, giving your cunt a light slap and dragging another sound from your lips. he slides his middle finger up his slit, collecting the milky remainder and shoves it in your mouth. he watches you moan in contentment as you lap it up, relishing in the salty taste and eventually releasing it with a pop.

without warning, all contact is lost and he's ordering you down off his desk to go back out to yours. you look up at the clock. fuck. 8:51. you scramble to get your skirt back on and fix yourself up as he pulls up his jeans with a smug look plastered on his face, throwing you a wink as he does up the zipper.

'enjoy your day sweetheart,' he smirks, grabbing your ass and pushing you out the door just before the first of your coworkers start to file into their respective cubicles. you check your reflection in a nearby computer screen to make sure you don't look as flustered as you feel, before sitting down. it's going to be a long day.

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rustedhearts · 21 days

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the one where 70s!steve gets jealous when eddie munson is flirting with you at the halloween bonfire (flashback)...

eddie munson was flirting with you.

it was halloween and eddie munson was flirting with you.

steve watched through the scalding amber rays of fire as eddie wiggled his way closer and closer as the night grew darker. the bonfire spit sparks against an inky sky, and someone’s car had an 8-track playing bob dylan.

steve didn’t like bob dylan, and he didn’t like eddie fucking munson pushing your hair out of your face.

he had no business voicing this matter, though. you were here to celebrate halloween like you always did, an avid member of the annual harrington bonfire circle. munson was here on his own accord, dealing scrunched-up dime bags from the pockets of his leather coat.

steve was here with nancy, though she left him alone a while ago. pranced off somewhere in the dark to chat with a friend.

leaving steve to watch you, his best friend, fall for the charm of that long-haired freak.

holding the miller high life steve gave you nearly an hour ago, in the sweatshirt he leant you yesterday that you decidedly would not be giving back, in the lawn chair you tanned in over the summer in his driveway.

steve gnawed on the skin around his thumbnail and bounced his boot on the grass.

eddie leaned forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. tipped his head to the side and flashed a dimpled smirk.

steve placed his beer on the floor and pressed to his feet.

his sneakers spit gravel into roaring bonfire flames as he closed in. with each stomp closer, your flirtatious giggles rang in his ears. eddie had his hand on your shoulder, rubbing through your coat. you flipped your hair out of the way and grazed his thigh on the way down.

"what's goin' on here?" steve's voice broke through the barier that seemed to form around the pair of you.

the barrier you'd happily been sitting in all night.

you looked away from eddie, cheeks warm and sore from grinning, and up at your best friend. "oh, hi, steve."

but steve had his eye set on eddie, and you watched in increasingly mortified shock as steve pulled his shoulders back and squared them off. his "tough" stance, a position you'd only seen him in one other time when you were fourteen and a man outside of the mini-mart started asking you strange questions.

"hey, man," eddie greeted, another coy grin on his face as he eyed steve in his periphery.

he still hadn't turned away from you and that just pissed steve off more. your knees were touching, for christ's sake.

"hey," steve barked, shuffling closer until he towered over the pair of you, hands shifting to his hips.

you screwed your nose up at him, brows knitting together—but he practically ignored you. someone on the other side of the flames began to strum "gallow's pole." the acoustic pluck was no match for the irritation you felt staring at your best friend while he blatantly humiliated you.

under his attempt at intimidation, eddie chuckled and collected his beer from the ground.

"ohh-kayy," he laughed. "see you later."

he tapped you on your knee as he stood, making his way toward the led zeppelin player. in his absence, steve scoffed and shook his head, sinking into eddie's abandoned chair with ease.

"can you believe that guy—"

"what the fuck was that?" you scolded, reaching out to punch his arm.

steve cradled it immediately. "ow!"

"why did you do that?" you glared at him sternly.

but steve only leaned back and shrugged, folding his arms together. the flames crackled and illuminated his face with an orange halo.

"you don't wanna be hanging around with him."

rage bubbled in your chest. "says who?"

steve shrugged again. stupid fucking broad shoulders. "me."

you stood to your feet with such force that it knocked your plastic chair over. steve's gaze followed you in instant surprise.

"you can't tell me who to hang out with, steve. where's your goddamn girlfriend anyway?"

steve swallowed, eyes bouncing around the circle of chairs and the bodies lingering beyond it in the yard. what was nancy wearing tonight? his cheeks burned red hot, spreading up to the tops of his ears. thank god he was growing his hair out.

"i dunno, in the bathroom—"

"well, go worry about her, harrington. not me."

he watched you disappear into the blackness of the yard. nancy’s pink skirt fluttered in his periphery as she took your seat.

“hey.” her lips touched his cheek and he wished he wasn’t pretending they were yours. “miss me?”

steve tore his eyes away from the darkness and turned them to his girlfriend. he flashed a handsome smile and tucked her under his arm.

“of course. like you wouldn’t believe.”

#rolly!#70s!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #rolly’s blurbs

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satorubrain · 1 year

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Hey I heard you are taking requests what if “Gojo gets jealous cause reader getting hit on by someone TALLER than him” <333

Hydrangeas.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader.

Tags: Fluff, jealousy.

Synopsis: Stupid baby is late to your date and then he gets jealous.

A/N: ANON THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW THE REQUEST ITS SO YUM I LOVE JEALOUS AND A LIL BUTTHURT GOJO

It was the hydrangea season, which was also one of your favorite flowers. Making it an excellent idea to ask you out on a date.

Wanting to stun him with your looks you decided to wear a bluish-lavender flowy dress, adorned with bows and laces around your waist and neckline, shoulder straps made of pearls exposing your shoulders, and a choker of the same pattern that came with the dress. Oh, how ethereal you looked right now.

Though you dolled up for your lovely boyfriend who has been half an hour late, people couldn't help but turn their heads to take a glance at you. Some were even brave enough to come up to you and ask for your number. You immediately rejected everyone's advances while waiting for Gojo, standing in the heat of the sun- until a man, a tall one at that decided to tower over you, blocking the sun's rays. You couldn't be more thankful to him, letting out a relieved sigh.

"What's a pretty lady doing here all alone? No way should someone dare to stand you? That too in such heat, that's quite cruel" He sighed. "But are you feeling better now?" He inquired, smiling gently.

Oh, he was quite a gentleman, nice and well-spoken. His tone would charm any person, easing their worries. And that's what it did to you. The heat had already cooked your brain with Satoru nowhere to be found, no texts received from him nor were you able to reach him. But you were thankful to the stranger for accompanying you- which stopped people from asking about you.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" The stranger questioned, worried.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine! Thank you." You answered politely, not willing to further the conversation any longer which might lead to misunderstandings between you and your boyfriend but that didn't stop the stranger from talking to you.

As another half an hour passed by you were laughing with the stranger about some random things, him suggesting places to visit- creating a perfect picture of a couple having their cute little conversation.

This was bad, as Satoru overheard people talking about a couple while heading toward you. Fastening his steps to rush toward the entrance he sees you along with some random man. He was visibly annoyed. Not at you but at the man, he saw you maintain the distance but also saw how he made you laugh, how he stared at you fondly and realized how badly that random guy wants to steal his ethereal oblivious woman from him. Gojo wanted to stay calm but right now his heart was being twisted, the pang in his chest worsening every moment thinking how he was already so late for a date he planned.

And suddenly Gojo was beside you, pulling you into his chest by your waist standing in between the guy and you.

"Hello, my stunning lady, I'm sorry you had to wait for me" he complimented you before trying to kiss you, which you swatted away.

"Why. Are. You. So. Late." You glared at him before turning to the guy who visibly hovered over Satoru as well. Which quite surprised you. 'tall' you thought to yourself before collecting your thoughts together. "Thank you for accompanying me today, it was nice meeting you." you slightly bowed as a sign of respect and wishing him a goodbye.

"Yeah thanks but you can lea-" Before Satoru could finish his cold sentence, he was cut off and ignored.

"It was nice meeting you too, how about we meet later for a coffee? We can be good friends I think" the man suggested. This took you and Satoru both by surprise. You were amazed by the guy whereas Satoru was aggravated by his arrogance.

"Did your brain stop working and perhaps made you blind as well? Did you just ask my girlfriend for a date in front of me? Do you perhaps have a death wish?" Gojo's tone was sharp. He was barely holding himself back and to make it all worse he had to tilt his head higher than he would've normally had to. Satoru loved how he hovered over the most but this time his pride took a huge blow when this random guy flirted with his woman while ignoring him and towering over him.

"Well, then you clearly aren't doing a good job at being a boyfriend. Making your pretty girlfriend wait for at least an hour then you start being rude to people who help her? Seems a little...." He retorts.

It's almost as if Gojo is stabbed in the heart and if anything, he'd look like he's making excuses for his mistreatment toward you.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm thankful to you for tagging along with me but please I'd rather you not be disrespectful to my boyfriend" You cut them off, not wanting to escalate the issue any further and drag Gojo inside the park finally starting your awaited date. It doesn't help how he also entered the park with you guys before you soon went on different paths.

Satoru soon reverts to his old self, cracking up jokes, telling you the random fun facts you love while grinning proudly with you at his side and showering you with endless compliments. But you also notice how he's a lil extra close and how he is even more talkative today, almost as if he's overcompensating. You know him all too well and know how he's feeling quite awful. You know behind that overly confident person is your Satoru who, like any other human has ordinary feelings.

You are both seated on a bench enjoying your ice cream, speaking seriously once you both finish eating "Uhm, I'm sorry for being late. It is solely my fault and then they also called me up for an emergency- so yeah, but I promise I'll make it up" He looks at you with eyes pleading for forgiveness, slightly overthinking the entire ordeal.

"Satoru, it's fine, I realized that the moment I saw you, okay?" You comfort him by pulling him into a hug "But next time inform me alright? I'll be there to help you out!!"

You feel his shoulders relax a bit as he pulls away before gently cupping your cheek and kissing you softly with his other arm wrapped around your waist.

"You know that I love you the most, right?" He confesses sincerely, pure words from the bottom of his heart.

"Mn. And I love you too Satoru" You replied earnestly. "By the way, Satoru. Y'know you should've just started levitating while doing a T-post to assert your dominance over that guy" You joke around, giggling "Imagine. How that would've scared him" you continue successfully eliciting a genuine laugh from Gojo, a pleasant sound to your ears.

Gojo inhales sharply through his teeth. "Tsk. I really should've done that. Even better! maybe I'll pick you up and kiss you in front of everyone" he giggled. His worries are now long forgotten.

Except whenever he sees the man- around a stall or walking by, much to your embarrassment. Gojo does lift you in his arms in front of everyone before kissing you. The gesture announces to everyone that you both belong to each other.

"You're annoying" You giggle wrapping arms around his neck.

"Is that so? I fail to see that you're annoyed" He retorts as he shushes you before you say anything, with his lips.

I FEEL LIKE I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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madamechrissy · 2 months

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Fingering, thigh riding, cumming dirty talk, nudity, Gojo less of a dick finally lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 5,074

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here!

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

As the first rays of dawn gently illuminate the little cabin, you stir from sleep. Your body is enveloped in a warm, hard embrace, and you feel so safe. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you are met with the sight of Gojo next to you. Peaceful, almost innocent looking, nothing like the devious little shit you usually saw. You sigh, and have to admit to yourself he’s just gorgeous.

His silver hair cascading over his forehead, sculpted features relaxed, full lips ever so parted. A surge of warmth and desire courses through you as you realize the full extent of your situation. You are trapped beneath his weight, his strong arms holding you securely in place. You try to wriggle free, but his grip is strong, he’s super heavy for as slender as he looks.

Giving up, you start to enjoy the embrace, enjoy looking at him like this. Literally perfection just sleeping against you. You start to understand the numerous girls in his bed, you couldn’t blame them at all. You brush some of his silky hair back, sighing and studying the man you’d been all too eager to run away from just the other day. Now, something was different.

But was it different?

Or was Gojo that attractive that he just fucked your head up?

You’d had to work yesterday after all. But… was it so bad? You start to think of his words in the Limo. Would you have a life, friends, a boyfriend… you have to wonder if you just lived to work. And Gojo used it to his advantage. Had you not been so eager to do everything, after all, he may have not taken such an advantage. You always wanted to be the best and you were.

But you were exhausted, and that wasn’t going away. Though, you had to admit, the sleep you just got was absolutely amazing. Gojo indeed was the best cuddler… there was no doubt about it. Though you had nothing to go off, you certainly knew it was top tier. The way he held you… did things. Gojo did things. Things you had put aside, to focus, to be professional.

Your fingers trace down his jaw, sharp, refined, relaxed just so. His breathing is steady against you as his arms tighten. You resist the urge to kiss him, straddle him, do things you should not want. Instead, you kiss his forehead, sweetly, thinking he looked like he needed one then.

What was he doing to you?

His hands gripped your shoulders, then, and you froze, realizing he had woken up. You peek down, removing your lips, and there is a playful glimmer in the azure depths of his gaze, a little smirk on the mouth that had been relaxed before. You feel yourself flush in embarrassment, looking down.

“Taking advantage of me as I sleep? Hmm maybe that’s your kink. Somnophilia.” Gojo taps your lips with a low chuckle, yanking you on top of him. Your hands are on his strong, bare chest, and his leg is between your thighs.

“I was not doing anything pervy! God!” You wiggle a bit, trying to get out of the strong embrace, but he just yanks you closer against him. Your sensitive aching pussy against his thigh felt far too good. You bite your lip against the sensation, and he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I am just teasing you. That was actually pretty cute.” He kisses your forehead, then, and you sigh a bit. “Don’t think I’ve done that. Weird.”

“Kissed a forehead?” You ask incredulously. He shrugs, contemplative look on his face.

“Not that I can think of. I’ve kissed damn near every part of a woman, but I don’t think that one has come into play.”

“You just looked… peaceful and cute. Unlike now, looking like a devious bastard again.” You glare, and he chuckles.

“I’m cute hmm? Not words I think describe me. Handsome, gorgeous, sexy… all those.”

“You’re cute when you sleep. When you aren’t running that mouth of yours.”

“Same.” You two looked at each other then. “You snore, though.”

“Do not!”

“Do too.”

“Lies.”

“How do you even know? You literally can’t tell. You’re asleep, silly.” You sigh, grinning.

“You have a point. You don’t snore.”

“I know, I’m perfect. We can’t all be, baby girl.” Gojo pats your head, brushing your cascading hair back with a grin.

“You’re a perfect looking asshole.”

“But I am perfect looking?” He gives you a wink.

“Ugh.” You lean up a bit. “What was that shit you were talking about, somno what now?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child.” He tuts his mouth, damn devious features back once more. “It’s when your kink is sleeping people.”

Your eyes open wide. “Like you want them to stay asleep? And… like fuck them?”

“Mmhmm. It’s a thing.”

“You know all these kinks hmm?”

“It comes with experience.” Gojo’s hands trail down your bare arms, making goosebumps follow in their path. You tremble.

“Are you into that?” You ask, curious about this man that you should really know more about. He shakes his head.

“It’s not my thing, no. But I’ve done it on request. Just didn’t care for it too much. I really enjoy every. Little. Movement.” He watches you tremble as his lips near yours. “Every. Sound.” He kissed you in between the words, and you moan softly into his lips. “And especially the look on your face.”

“My face?” Your brows furrow in confusion, as your lips part in desire. Gojo grins at you, hands on your hips now, pressing you down. You grow embarrassed, knowing that you’re hot and wet against his thigh. “Not their faces?”

“Your face is very pretty. Even when you scowl like a bitch.” You huff at that, but he lifts his leg, and you gasp, every instinct in you telling you to grind on him. But you couldn’t act that feral… “But so pretty when you want me. And, you do want me, you need to stop lying.”

“I… fuck it. It doesn’t… change that I…”

“That you want to quit. I know. Shut it on that and tell me what you feel.” He consumes your mouth, tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, and fuck if he didn’t taste good even waking up. Smelled good. Felt good. Desire starts shooting through your body, down your tummy, between your thighs. He pulls back. “How do you feel right now? Use your words.”

You take a shaky breath, blinking rapidly, disoriented from him. “I feel so overwhelmed. It’s like I need something. And I don’t know what. I’m not experienced like you I don’t really-”

“Not so many words.” He kissed you again. “You want me. Say that.”

“Unh.” He moves against you, and that’s the only sound your brain could fathom. Gojo looks amused.

“Say it. You’re even soaking my sweats.” His hands gently slide down your back, landing on your backside, squeezing as he pressed up again, sensations making your pussy pulse, feeling it start to get hot and sticky against the shorts you wore.

“What does it change, Satoru?”

“It doesn’t have to change shit. Just say it. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Thought I had to beg.” You mumble, starting to rub against him, crying out as his hands gripped your ass hard, letting you ride his thigh, his own heart in his chest pounding against you.

“You will beg.” He flipped on top of you, then, lips overtaking you, making you heady, your hands sliding up into his hair, pulling. He moaned into your lips. “Say you want me. No. Say you need me.”

“Fuck you.” You arch your back as his hand yanks off your shirt, baring your breasts to him. His eyes hit them like a hawk.

He played with your nipple, swirling his finger around it, studying your every expression. “Don’t you want to stop hurting, brat?”

“Yes.” You had tears prick your eyes when his big hand goes down your trembling tummy, finding your clit like an expert, throbbing against his hand. Your hips buck up as pleasure shoots through your body.

“Then ask me. Ask me to get your little pussy off.” Gojo slides a finger down, to your entrance, just a tip in, and at that you cry out so loud it was embarrassing. Gojo’s brows raise up, an arm braced on one side of you, his hair falling. “Very, very little pussy.”

You blush, your chest heaving, then. “Satoru, please.”

“Please what? Want me to stretch her?” He hissed the words, and you nodded fervently. “Say it, then.”

“Please get me off. Please.” You had no shame anymore, as your nails dig into his arm, urging him on, wishing he’d slip more inside of you. Gojo stayed there, smirking at you. “Oh God, I said please, jerk!”

“Say you want me to stretch her out.” He slid a little more in, and you wanted more, so much more.

“Stretch me out, Gojo. I want you to.” You yank him down, kissing him, slippery and wet when his finger hits all the way inside, long, filling you, stretching you. You’re blinded when he moves his finger up, hitting a spot that makes you see stars. Your back arches, and he studies you.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groans, arching his elbow a certain way and striking even deeper, you started to wriggle under him, so wet it was embarrassing, pussy pulsing around his finger that moved up and down. “Can you even take two, little brat?”

“I don’t even know. Yes? Try it. Fuck.” You feel him chuckle against your lips, and he leans back, yanking your shorts down fully, and you’re naked in front of him, bare, blue eyes raking the sight in. His soft lips kiss your waist, and he takes his finger out, probing in with two fingertips, stretching and pulling your delicate skin. He bit you right by your rib, pressing further.

“You’re so fucking small.” One hand cupped your breast while the other pushed in further, just to the first knuckle, arching his fingers up and down, hurting slightly.

They continued, every so often pressing further, using the wetness, pulling it out and swirling it, before sliding in deep finally. You buck up off the bed as he fills you, the pressure rough to handle, your body torn between thinking it was too much and wanting even more of him.

“You okay, baby girl?” He asked softly, pausing his fingers movement, brows knitted together. You nod. Gojo made you feel so much then, starting to fuck you with both of his fingers, so thick and deep, stretching you, pushing you to your limits, all while he watched you with his gorgeous fucking eyes.

God you wanted him.

You felt pressure start to build, body on fire for his touch, hitting so hard, spots you’d never known were even fucking there, and he played you so well, like you were an instrument he’d mastered. He leaned up, then, his other hand finding your clit, and that was too much. You started to feel your breath quicken, your hands clutching the crisp sheets beneath you, your entire body shaking.

“You’re doing such a good job. Taking them so well. So wet for me.” Gojo purred the words at you, and you’d have done anything for it then, for his touch, for his words. “Do you want to come on my fingers, baby?”

“Yes. Yes please, Satoru please.” You panted the words, and he dug in deep, finding that spot in you, making everything go black as the pleasure built and built till you couldn’t take any more.

“Then come.”

Nothing could stop you anyway. Your scream rings out and echoes in the tiny room, you cover your own mouth as pleasure flows, riding your climax, biting your hand, but nothing muffled your cries. Everything went black with stars, pussy throbbing around his fingers, your wetness seeping out, making them fuck you easier. Gojo came back into focus, an expression you hadn't seen, studying you, watching you fall apart.

“Fucking beautiful when you come.” He whispered, easing his fingers out, glistening with your juices, sucking them and closing his eyes.

“Holy Fuck.” Your chest heaved and your legs twitched embarrassingly, after shocks hitting watching him. He kissed you, then, and you tasted your desire, tongues swirling, panting into his mouth.

“You taste so good.” Gojo whispered the words, you flushed. “Has anyone eaten you out?”

You shake your head. “The only… things I've done is like getting fingered then they just kinda did it. And then it sucked. So I kinda just never tried again.”

“No one has eaten this pretty pussy, hmm? That's a shame for them. But kinda fucking hot to know for me.” He kissed your forehead, brushing your hair back. “Do you want me to?”

You nod, embarrassed, into his neck, kissing it. “If you want to? But I'm kind of beat right now. That was intense.”

“Oh man, that's just the very beginning of it.” You blink. “My tongue is even better than these.”

Gojo ran his fingers over your cunt again and you shiver, whining, aching and sore. “Better than that? How?”

He laughed. “You're so innocent it's pretty fucking cute.”

“Not innocent.”

“You really are. Okay. I'll show you when you're recovered.” He snorted at that and you giggled.

“I haven't ever had an orgasm by anyone… just my vibrator. And that was different. It was ridiculous. You're… goddammit you're really good at it.”

“Told you so. Bratty thing that you are didn't believe me.” He kissed you and your hands trembled, trailing down, finding him hard, making him groan, stopping you.

“Don't you want me to return it?” You frown. Curiously trying to move your touch against his hard cock still in their sweatpants. He was all dressed and you were naked you noticed.

“If you touch me I won't be able to stop myself from burying my cock in that tight little fucking cunt of yours. Are you ready for that just yet?”

“Fuck.” Gojo had you dripping wet again. The grip on your wrist just made you hornier.

“I'll take things at your pace, my cute little nun.”

“Fuck off ugh. Not a nun.”

“You can hardly take my fingers, so I don't know if you're ready for all this.” He put your hand on him fully then, and your eyes widened, mouth open.

“Oh! Oh…” He was fucking huge. Jesus.

“Mmhmm.”

“You're like a monster.” He snorted, shaking his head.

“It won't be like whatever college dick you had.”

“I was so drunk I don't remember much. But yeah your fingers are bigger.”

“Are you serious?” You nod, flushed. “Oh man. Okay. So virgin nun theory is back. You are so sweet right now too, see. Orgasms and cuddles. Dr. Gojo to the rescue.”

You sigh. “Maybe you're a little right, but it could be orgasm brain talking.”

“See? You can just stay working and I'll get you off whenever I push you too hard. Win win!”

“Oh gosh! No. You're ridiculous.”

“You mean amazing?”

“Your head is so big it's amazing you fit through doors.”

“And my dick.”

You roll your eyes. He's right. Gojo kisses your forehead again. It makes your eyes flutter shut in bliss. “You like that now, do you?”

“With you, yeah.” He flushed himself a bit. Your eyes locked and somehow a forehead kiss was as intimate as his fingers had been in you.

“I like it too.” Your voice was husky, filled with longing, as if you stupidly wanted more than you know could happen.

Fuck.

“Food?” Gojo sat up, sliding up your shorts and putting on your shirt. Change of subject. Well fuck it. Maybe that was a good thing.

“Yes, please.” Your tummy growled as you spoke and you became embarrassed.

“It works up an appetite.” He shot you a wink. “You do blush all over by the way.”

“Satoru!”

“Let's get food.” You sighed, nodding, and taking his hands to help you up. Your legs were jello. He had to hold you up, and was grinning devilishly. “You're just falling for me all the time.”

“Oh shut it.”

“I’ve never been inside of here. Weird.” Gojo mused as you all walked into your apartment a little later on. You flicked on your lights, the LEDs you had hung up illuminating the comfy living room a vibrant purple along with the main lighting of the ceiling. It was simple but cute and spacious, your little hide away.

“You can set the food right there.” You nudge your head to the little dining area you had, one that had not been used in ages. You never had company.

“Gotcha.” Gojo laid out the take out bag on your little black table, blue eyes behind his shades cooly taking in his surroundings. “Kinda small for your paycheck though.”

You scowled as you walked past him to grab a couple of plates and forks. “It’s really cute and nice here. It’s just me.”

“Hmm. Don’t you send money to your family back home or something?”

“How do you know that…” You help Gojo get out the yummy chicken and rice you all had snatched up, along with decadent looking sushi.

“I’ve heard you talk about it.” He shrugged a broad shoulder, before going to your fridge and opening it wide. “Any drinks?”

“I have beer at the bottom.” Gojo snatched two out, opening them with his hand and shirt with ease. He handed you one. “Thank you!”

“Mmhmm. Yeah I figured you sent it to your parents or whatever.” Gojo sat across from you then, and you tensed, chest tight, your eyes pricking with emotion. He snatched up chopsticks, popping one into his mouth, studying you.

“No.” You managed to breathe out the words, sighing and sipping the cold dark lager, not knowing how to say it.

“You okay?” He asked, tilting his head. You felt your chest swell then, emotion you long held fighting to the surface, breath quickening. “Hey.” Gojo frowned, taking your hand, then.

“S-sorry.” You turned your head away, taking shaky breaths, hating how you now of all times feel like crying. Not now. Not in front of him.

“Did I say something stupid? I do that. I’m-”

“No, no.” You sigh, swiping little errant tears before turning back to look at him. “You don’t know, it’s okay. My parents died when I was in high school.”

Gojo’s brows drew together, hand tensing on yours, so tight it squeezed your own hard, jaw tensing. “Shit.”

“Yeah. I was seventeen. Car crash.” You take another sip. “I’m sorry I usually don’t get emotional, it’s been almost a decade. I don’t know if I’m just exhausted or what but I don’t cry about it anymore.”

“Why not cry? That’s horrible and fucking sad.” He sighed, loosening his hold a bit. “How do I not know?”

“We never talked about personal things. You’re my boss.” You enjoy his touch, his presence, more than you want to. “It’s fine really. But I send money to my little brothers.”

“Oh.” He gave a little nod, clearing his throat and leaning back. “I’m shit at emotional things. But I am sorry.”

“You’re doing fine.” You took his hand back, smiling. “I don’t talk about them much. I probably should but… I just don’t anymore.”

“But they’re grown now right? Your brothers.”

“They are, and they tell me not to send stuff. Lately I haven’t been. But I feel like as the oldest it’s on me to care in some way, and I live really far.”

“That's really sweet.” Gojo cleared his throat, looking around a bit at your kitchen, decked out in pink everything. He grinned. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”

“You pictured it?”

“Mmm… yeah. I figured your place was boring and crazy clean. But it’s actually unique and cozy.”

“Well thanks I think. And yes I do like pink.” You giggled.

“Eat.” He started making you a plate.

“Thank you. This is… it’s nice.” Fuck it was nice. Gojo in your kitchen, across from you. How was that a thing?

“I am nice to look at aren’t I.” He shot you a wink, and some of the darkness faded, easing the tension. You smirked, popping sushi into your mouth. “You are good at chopsticks for an American.”

“We use them there for these kinds of things you know. I was a regular at the local chinese restaurants. Especially during college.” You chewed thoughtfully, and Gojo’s long legs brushed yours under the table.

“Why not stay in law?”

“You’re inquisitive today.”

“We said we’d get to know each other. Yeah?” You nod. “So why was a bright law student with a 4.2 GPA not practicing.”

“You know my GPA?” He grinned. “Well shit I guess it was on the resume. I tried, I did, but I couldn’t handle some of the shit I saw. I was working a bit with children and… yeah no. I came here and decided I’d try something else. New life.”

“That makes sense, that would be fucking horrible.” Gojo popped another piece into his mouth, chewing and continuing to study you. “I think I had you pegged for a spoiled bitch with rich parents. I’m way off huh.”

Your eyes widened. “I mean yeah. My parents left us nothing, they were too young to have thought of it of course. And my grandparents took care of my brothers. I got into college young so I just lived at the dorm and threw myself into my studies… but never got anything from anyone.”

“Self made bitch.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“All right, so give me the tour.” Gojo stood holding his hand out. You took it, standing with his help, snatching up your beer.

“Okay, it’s not much.” You take him through the living room, to your little office room, which you rarely used. It just had a little computer and a desk with some pretty paintings you’d acquired.

Next was your room, which was quite different from the rest, decked out in posters and pictures everywhere, everything uniquely you. Stuffed animals and numerous pillows decked out your little daybed, covered in pink silky sheets and your plush white comforter. Gojo ran his fingers along your white dresser, pausing as he looked to your mirror.

Shit.

“Is that… is that me and you?” He pulled off the little picture you had of you and him slid into the crook of your mirror.

“Fuck.” You grumbled, sitting on your bed with a huff. He turned incredulously, snatching off his glasses, blue eyes wide and twinkling as his grin appeared.

“Is this the selfie I took with you when you got hired?”

“Ugh. Yeah.” You covered your head in your hands.

“I’m so beautiful you decided to have me printed. Aww! You’re so cute, little nun.” Gojo came and patted your head. You scowled, yanking the pic and sighing, looking at the two of you. Gojo had grinned and thrown a peace sign. You were all pink and smiley like a schoolgirl.

“It’s not that…”

“Liar.” He took it back, studying it. “You look different. Super happy.”

“I was. Happiest day I have had.”

He frowned, looking down at you. “How the fuck?”

“It was like a dream. You were bright like the fucking sun. I can’t explain but meeting you was a lot. And yeah…”

He sat next to you, quiet, handing you the photo. “Have I made you so sad and miserable since?”

“No. I am just exhausted, Gojo. All the time. I’m not miserable.”

“Not happy like that.” His thumb caressed the photo, as it rested in your hands, hands that trembled.

“No but that’s why it’s there. To remind me of a happy time. That sounds super fucking corny.”

“It does.” He gently brushed your hair back. His phone started ringing in his pocket, he took it out and frowned.

“Work shit?”

“Mmhmm. We have that fancy dinner speech award shit.”

“Your award ceremony?” You chuckled at how he put things.

“Yeah. My mom is writing to me about it, wanting to know who I’m bringing and making sure it’s not a ‘scandalous woman’ again. Because that’s in poor taste.” He rolled his eyes. You grinned.

“I see. That eliminates all your women.”

“Not you.�� He looked at you, brows raised.

“I’m not one of your harem.”

“Exactly. You’re respectable and shit. Mom would love you. Yep, you’re gonna be my date.”

“Gojo… won’t people get the wrong idea if I am again two events in a row?” You ask cautiously. He leaned closer to you, too close.

“What idea? That I fuck you in my office.” He put vivid images of you on his desk in your mind.

“Shut it.” You shove at his chest. “No, that we’re dating or something.”

“So what if they think that? It would look good for me.”

“I’m not gonna be your pretend girlfriiend for you to go fuck randoms. You ask too much.” You grimaced as the thoughts of him and others started to confuse you. A feeling you didn’t wanna touch.

“Are you jealous?” He touched your chin, eyes intense, hard to even look at without melting. “You want me all to yourself already?”

“I didn’t say anything like that.” You sighed, looking away. “Just wouldn’t be a good position for me.”

“I know so many positions you’d look great in.” His other hand slid up your bare thigh. You trembled. “On your knees with that ass in the air for one.”

“Fuck off.” You scowl then, standing, trying to get your bearings. “You don’t even know what you want. Last week you didn’t even find me attractive. Ah!”

Gojo yanked you, pressed against you hard. “I always found you attractive.”

“That's bull.”

“You were gorgeous when I met you, just you seemed… pure.”

“It changes nothing.”

“Still so eager to leave?” You nod, but you don’t mean it fully. “Liar.”

“Am not.”

“Think about going, it’s next week. Okay?”

“I’ll think about it.” You sigh, and he kisses your neck, hands strong against your soft tummy, it trembles.

“Mom would like you. She’s also scary.” You elbowed him, and he huffed, cussing and letting you go. “Yep she’ll love you. Evil loves evil.”

“Fuck you.” You were laughing though.

“Would your parents have…” He trailed off. You froze, turning to face him, leaning your head back. He looked away, hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck now.

“Would they…”

“I’m tired. I should go.” He sighed, and literally started walking out. You blinked for a moment, before following him.

“Hey!” You called out, he was literally grabbing his wallet off the table, about to walk out of the apartment. Gojo paused. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.” His voice was gruff, short. You touched his back, and he tensed even further.

“Wait. Let me get out of these. Can you stay just a minute?” You thought of some reason to keep him, deep in that brain you knew it was only that. You were curious about him. Confused.

“Yeah go ahead.” He was so serious, it threw you off. You ran back to your room, sliding on a little pink skirt and black tank, taking off Gojos’ clothes. You walked back out, half expecting him to be gone, but he stood there, hands in his pockets, leaning back against the wall.

“Here! And thank you.” You held out the clothes, coming close to him, hating how sad he looked. “Satoru…”

“Hmm.” He looked down at you. You took a little breath.

“My parents would have liked you.” His lips parted, and you stood there, hands touching under the folded clothes. “My parents were so funny. Dad was like some stand up comedian. So I know you would have gotten along. You always make everyone laugh around you.”

Gojo flushed, clearing his throat nervously. “It was a stupid question.”

“Not for me. Thank you for having me think of them today. I push them out of my mind because it hurts. But I needed to.” You took a breath for courage, sliding closer, till you were against him. He sat your clothes down on the side table, taking you in his arms then.

“I feel like I fucked it up. Your day. Your life. You were really fucking happy in that damn photo.”

“Not at all, no. I just… I work alot and I’m tired.” You tiptoed, feeling things you thought you never would for this man. He took your face in his hands, bending down as you leaned up.

“They’d like me huh.”

“For sure. They always said I was too serious of a child.” You smiled at the memory, a little tear pricking your eyes. “I am kinda a stuck up bitch huh.”

“A little bit.” Your lips meet softly, and something seems different. It was soft, sweet, not intense or passionate. He pulled back with a little smirk. “You kissed me, that time.”

“Shit I did. It must be that beer.” You teased, he shook his head with a chuckle.

“That much of a lightweight hmm?”

“Yep.” You kissed him again, yanking him down by his shirt, hating how your body reacted. “We’ll go to work tomorrow and be all back to business you know.”

“Nah. You’ll be begging me for another orgasm at like noon.”

“Whatever, will not!” You stepped back, rolling your eyes. He seemed amused again, and no longer… whatever that mood was.

“Bet you do. Please.”

“Get out. Bye.” You shove him, and he laughs, sauntering out. You peek at his clothes, running out to the hall. “Hey! You want me to wash them first or something?” You asked. He didn’t turn around, just leaned his head a bit.

“Nah. Keep em. They’re cute on you.” You flushed, snuggling the damn clothes like a lovesick fool. Fucking hell. “See ya.” He shot out two fingers, and walked out the hallway, leaving you more confused than ever.

What even was that?

You looked at Gojos clothes, bringing them to your room, popping them on your dresser. You put your picture back in its spot.

Just how would work go…

When you wanted to find out just how good his tongue was.

“Ugh!” You flop on your bed, sighing into your pillow.

Chapter 5

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140901502

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Shiver Me Timbers! (18+)

pairing: pirate captain!seungcheol x siren!reader

genre: fantasy au, smut, pure smut with a fair amount of plot imo (MNDI pls), a little angst at the end

description: as seungcheol's ship drags up the shore, you watch from afar, eyes on the prize

warnings: PIRATE DIRTY TALK HELP, SLIGHT DUBCON bc hes u know a little under her spell, unrealistic ass transformation from fish 2 person, desperation, big dumb whiny cheol, bottom!cheol, kinda switch!reader, teasing, tiddie play, tiddie sucking, fairly graphic character death (drowning), seungcheol fucks yn like a ragdoll hihi, hes still bottom here tho, yn just has her tiddies OUT #progressive #2023

quotes from my proofreader: "I WAS WET!!", "he is soooo silly and sexy"

wordcount: 3.0k

“Anchor comin’ down!”

“Aye!”

There’s a mighty splash when the rusty anchor collides with the surface of the water. The chain clinks as it plummets, until it’s kicking up a storm on the sandy seafloor and the ship is safely secured. The Barbaric Seventeen is rocking like a mother rocks her young, gently swinging from the onslaught of waves from the North.

“Another safe map-navigation performed by the great Woozi!” Seungcheol speaks from where he’s perched on the head of the ship, one knee bent to sit his foot atop the wooden railing. He’s half bathed in sunlight, hot from the scorching sun over the endless sea. The shipmates clap and cheer, the odd clunk joining the cacophony from the members with missing hands. “Now go!” he commands, “Go find me my treasure, boys! It shan’t be much of a challenge for ye’s anyway!”

“Ye’s not comin’, Captain?” Mingyu calls from where the lot of them are crowding the planked deck, eyes squinted to stare at his silhouette in the sun. Seungcheol’s hat rustles as he shakes his head. “Naye, brother Mingyu. Today I will guard the Barbaric Seventeen,” he answers and pats the wooden railing like a dog.

The crewmates bugger off, one large group padding along the coast with their hooks and their scars and their swords in their belts.

“Don’t be tempted by pretty ladies out here, brother Jun!” Seokmin advises, gloomily. “There be sirens in these waters!”

“Don’t scare the kid, brother Seokmin,” Wonwoo snaps, standing on the other side of Jun, who looks at the two of them, lost and a little scared. “Sirens aren’t real.”

“Tell that to Jeremy!” Seokmin retorts, “RIP.” And then their voices are fading into the distance.

Seungcheol hardly notices their conversation, as he’s placed himself on a gathering of finely-churned sand, squinting into the sun-lit sea from the shadow of his Captain’s hat. His jacket, much too warm for the every beating rays above, has been discarded beside him, and now his chest peeks through a thin, muddied white shirt. Forever enchanted by the gentle breathing, the rise and fall of the sea, he’s quick to see you.

At first it’s simply a diamond-glisten under the surface of the water - Seungcheol knew the shine of gems, knew the way they reflected and captured the light - he half-sits up, biceps flexing as he peers in. Then, he catches the movement of something long and blue and scaly. The coasting water kisses his bare feet.

You’re smiling in the water, long, flowing hair like seaweed in the ever-turning tides. You’d spotted the ship miles back, and had followed discreetly under it. Now there’s a man alone on the shore, and you’re splashing your tail teasingly above the surface of the water, soft, rhythmic taps, beckoning him closer. Then you open your mouth and begin to sing.

Seungcheol’s stumbling to his knees, crawling on the sand. There’s a beautiful, intoxicating hum coming from the seafloor and he must, he must hear it for himself. Crawling until the water is reaching his chest, you finally strike.

Your head bursts from the water, splashing salty liquid onto the man, who’s gaping at the soft tunes from your ruby lips. You’re pushing your sopping hair back, eyes falling on him, sitting back on his knees now. You giggle, humming gently, when you lean into him. His eyes catch a diamond around your neck - the one he’d seen under the sloping water.

You’re the most beautiful woman - woman? - he’s even seen, and your chest is bare and glistening wet in the sunlight, and your cheeks are red and eyes sly. You’re leaning into him, hand brushing over his sculpted chest, poorly hidden from the soaked shirt, and you smell like the sea - you smell like home.

“Hi there,” you giggle, biting your lip at him. He’s so befuddled by you, he lets out a strangled moan at just the sight of you, before he’s recollecting himself.

“Hi,” he breathes, awestruck. He’s almost cute, you think, hip jutting into the wet sand beneath you. His eyes - unfortunately - sway downwards to your tail, and his eyebrows are furrowing. Wait a minute, he thinks, was this not what Seokmin was just talking about? “What are ye’s?” he asks, because something in his body is oozing fear, filling him like water cascades into a drowning man, and the spell is broken.

For an instant.

You see it immediately, the way the adoration leaves his eyes, and something reminiscent of disgust overtakes him at your fishy parts. Thinking fast, you grab his bigger hand in your own and press it to your chest. “Oh,” he breathes, flushing, and he’s looking at your chest, and the way it expands when you heave a breath to sing for him.

A song flows from your lungs and dances in circles around Seungcheol’s head. He can’t even remember what he was thinking about before, just feels his dick harden in his pants. Dazed and confused, the only thing grounding him is his hand, frozen on your chest and covered by your own. You smile, because he’s opening up to you like the shell of a clam.

“I’m a mermaid, silly. Don’t you want to touch me?” you whisper teasingly, emphasizing by shaking your chest and letting your tits jiggle right in front of him. He whimpers and nods, and you eye the hard-on in his lap, big and stretching the fabric of the pants to their limit. You look around, eyes catching the rock-quarry at the end of the beach, but seeing no one nearby. Then, you clumsily stretch yourself from your heavy, heavy tail, hand fondling him through the fabric. “You gotta pull me up,” you command, voice strained from the movement, and humid breath hitting his lips. He’s hissing and bucking into your hand, unable to comprehend your request.

“What?” he whines, panting and looking at your lips. Your tail is heavy as an anchor when on land, and the position is killing your back, so squeeze his chin between your fingers and grit your teeth at him. “Pull me onto land.”

He’s nodding dumbly and without even an ounce of effort, he grabs you by your waist and pushes the two of you onto dry sand. You’re immediately covered in a salve of small sand particles and moaning, really moaning, because this man is so big and strong, but so dumb, he had no trouble lifting you all the way onto land.

As soon as you’re out of the water, the diamond around your neck is glowing, turning hot against your collarbones, and Seungcheol is groaning, squeezing his eyes shut and holding a hand to shield himself from its intensity.

It stops, he sees the back of his eyelids darken and peeks open one eye, unable to help the little gasp that escapes him. You’re lying on your stomach in front of him and your tail is gone, replaced with soft human legs. Without a thought, he reaches over to touch the skin of your slippery wet new legs. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression, when his hand glides up from your thigh and squeezes your ass.

“You like it?” you chirp, and he chuckles breathlessly. “Aye.”

You push at him, crawling into his lap, all naked and soft and ready for him, hands on his chest, soothing the muscles. “That’s why we needed to be on land, silly.” You smile at him, sitting completely still in his lap, where your pussy is pressed into his crotch, and you’re nonchalantly, he feels foolish for being so beet-faced and nervous. “Well?” you begin, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “take off your clothes, dumbo!”

At your whim, he’s scrambling underneath you, shirt practically ripping, as he tears it off. His chest is so, so pretty - pale and defined and expanding into your hands. You watch him struggle with a fond smile, as you sit completely still on his crotch, even when he’s pulling his pants off. Your weight makes it damn near impossible to shimmy off. He doesn’t dare tell you to move though. Seungcheol feels like the luckiest man in the world, because your pussy is leaking onto his pants. Miraculously, he escapes the garments, and he looks up at you with a proud grin, as if he’d passed some sort of test.

“You did so well,” you coo, hand caressing his cheek and eyes shining in adoration when he nuzzles into your hand. Then your gaze drops. His cock is fucking huge and fucking red and pouring precum from the tip, oozing like blood from wound. “Let me reward you,” you whisper, satisfied when he whines and nods.

You press your thighs into his, hard, so he’s spreading his legs, a sprawled out starfish on a quarry-rock. You see his stomach tense at that, and he’s groaning. “Please, please, please.”

“Y/n. Grab my boobs.”

His hands find your tits immediately at your request, thumbs pressing into the areolas.

“Please, please, please, Y/n!” he’s yelling because it’s torture, and he’s throwing his head back to call out to God. But you’re the mightiest being present, and you push yourself up to teasingly run his cock through your folds, over and over, humming to the melody of your sticky pussy kissing his cock. “Please,” he cries.

“I don’t know,” you hum, rubbing yourself carelessly against his achingly hard cock. “I kind of like just this? Don’t you like this?”

“In, in, in!” he’s sobbing, arms flexing where they’re stretched out to hold your soft mounds, clinging to them for dear life. “Oh,” your voice is laced with fake sympathy, “Oh, you want in?”

“Please,” he gasps. You shrug in compliance, “Okay.”

Finally you pause your grinding, stopping his cock at once when you feel it, the sticky head of it creating tension at your slit. You sink down. Then you stop. The head of his cock is nuzzled in your warmth and you’re flexing your thighs to keep yourself on top of him.

“No, no, no!” he cries, bucking his hips upwards and shaking from the frustration, when your hand pushes his abdomen down. You pout: “I thought this was what you wanted? Are you not in?”

Usually, you can get away with fucking around with men in this manner, but it seems this time you’ve thoroughly miscalculated: In what felt like a split second, Seungcheol sits upright and removes his hands from your chest, anchoring them on your hips and bouncing you.

He’s pushing you down on his cock, and this time you’re the one crying out, utterly taken aback when, with seemingly no effort at all, he lifts your entire body weight and slams you down again.

He’s grunting and panting, completely enchanted by your body and your pretty moans. He grunts at the way your perfect pussy chokes his cock. You’re no better. You’ve lost all control of the situation, slipping into a cockdrunk haze and crying out again and again at the way his tip kisses your cervix.

“Beautiful, such a pretty girl, aye? Squeezin’ me cock so tight,” he grunts, and all you can do is cry, burying your head in the crook of his neck and kissing it feebly. “Mhm, ye better treat me nice next time? Hmm?” His voice is deep and baritone against the shell of your ear.

Your clit is like the x’ed out treasure on one of Seungcheol’s maps, when he snakes his hand down your soft body to rub it in messy circles. “Prettiest moans me ever heard. Say me name, sweetcheeks, say Seungcheol,” he commands and you can only comply, orgasm fizzing in your stomach at his constant onslaught.

“Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol!” you chant as you cum, cunt squeezing his cock like you were trying to kill him. The image of your scrunched up, blissed out face and your pussy creaming on his shaft, has he himself cumming inside you, painting your walls with cum, white like seafoam. He’s rutting into you for a few last pumps, and crying into the valley of your breasts. Despite the sun burning into the skin of your back, you’re certain you see stars.

You’re breathing each other in, foreheads pressed together as you recover and smelling the stench of salt and vigor. Seungcheol is still enchanted by you, your beauty, your voice, and he’s trying to capture your lips in a kiss, when you snap your head, almost startled, and peering out to a quarry of rocks at the end of the beach. Seungcheol is still feigning for your lips, thumbs rubbing circles in your waist, when he asks you: “Are ye okay? Ye hear sumthin?”

“No,” you breathed, hesitantly ripping your eyes from the rock. You smile at him, and he leans in and you let him, but only for a peck. You’re pulling away, even when he chases your lips and whines. You giggle, suddenly slipping his dick out of you and laughing even harder when he bends over from the sensitivity.

“Come back, Y/n,” he cries softly and you’re falling standing up in the sand, just in front of the water, beautiful and stark naked and glowing in the sun. “You come to me,” you tease, but without hesitation Seungcheol scrambles to his feet to follow after you. He stops when he’s standing right in front of you again, eyes big and soulful and full of so much love for you. “I’m here,” he announces in a whisper.

“Come with me into the sea, Seungcheol,” you pout and bite your lip at him. “I can’t be here.”

“But-”

“No! It’s not safe up here. I have to go back in the water,” you make big eyes and run a hand up his big, muscular arm. “But you can come with.. My necklace can turn you into a mermaid, too..”

“Really?” he whispers, grabbing your hands and squeezing tight, simply overjoyed. He’s too dazed from his orgasm to realize what you’re asking him to leave behind. All he wants is you. You intertwine your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” you take a step back into the white foaming water, and once again your necklace begins glowing, so intense that Seungcheol once more has to close his eyes.

When they open again you’re lying in the water, still mostly out of it, and your bottom half is gone, replaced by the glittering scaly tail he saw before. You were so plump, so pretty, the way your tits bunched up in the sand.

“Help me, Seungcheol, push me into the water again,” you request weakly, arms flexing as you try to unstuck yourself from the sand that grabs at your heavy tail. “When will you turn me into a mermaid?” he asks innocently, leaning down to help drag you, still stark naked and pale body glowing in the sun. “Just- just when I’m back in the water,” you mewl, strained.

When you stop feeling the seafloor drag against your sensitive tail, you tug Seungcheol to you harshly. He falls next to you, panicked. “H-Hey!”

He’s only gone under the surface for a moment, before he bops his head over the water, black hair sticking to his forehead. Spitting out the salty liquid, pouting. “That was mean,” he complains, treading in the shallow water. You giggle, thriving in the cool slick of the sea, having missed the way the water hugs you, how it caresses and kisses and loves. That was why you needed to pay it back.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you pout. “C’mere. Let me make it up to you.”

Seungcheol paddles himself into you and you hold him into your chest, his nose and eyelashes prodding softly at your skin. You sigh when he begins licking at the smooth skin, hands pawing your waist.

“It’s such a shame,” you frown, looking at how pretty he is, as his plump, pink lips mouth at your nipple, lashes long and pretty over his downturned eyes. He hums questioningly, not stopping his ministrations on your chest. One moment you’re gently pulling the wetted dark locks behind his ear; the next you’re fastening your arms around him, and kicking your tail.

You’re underwater. Seungcheol flinches at the initial movement, then begins thrashing in your arms, when he registers that you’re underwater. You’re ignoring how painful, how strong his hands are when he punches and wriggles in your hold, only swimming deeper, deeper, deeper. The sunlight above, fragmented from the waves surface of the water becomes sparser.

He’s even paler in the dark. You see him perfectly clear, tugging and kicking. Maybe there’s even a small hope in his chest - a hope, that this is just a little joke, and that just a moment from now, you’ll grab him by the hand and pull him back to the surface. That moment doesn’t come. Everytime he tries to push himself up, your hand is there to keep him down.

It feels like forever, and it’s more painful than any other time you’ve done it. He’s humming groans from the lack of air and when he finally gives out to gasp for air, he chokes out the most haunting noise you’ve ever heard, bubbles trailing up from his newly-dead corpse. Finally he’s still against your chest. You pull him away with a deep frown and see his face, fully relaxed now and drained of color. You hold onto him by his shoulders, hoping to memorize his face, hoping to remember him.

Then you’re releasing him and he floats downwards, hair dragging upwards, almost as if reaching for you.

He’s just another rock in the sand, you try to tell yourself, as his body is cast away to the deepest, darkest quarters of the ocean. But it doesn’t feel that way. As you swim away, humming your siren song and reverberating in the dark, bottomless depths, you can’t help but feel that this time, your victim was not just a sandcorn; he was a bright, shining pearl.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Don't Leave Me! | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Oh, Yuri! I’m so happy you could come!”

Yuri blushed as he returned the hug from his sister; excited to finally see her. Unconsciously he let his eyes look past his sister’s neck, closing when he saw the familiar faces of Loid and Anya. What was this feeling? Disappointment? Disappointment from what? Yuri Briar shook his head, following after his sister who happily led him inside. Every now and then he let his eyes wander, searching fruitlessly for something unknown. He stopped when Yor cutely tilted her head out of curiosity. Yuri blushes walking deeper into his sister’s home.

“Unkie!” He dodged the child intent on securing his seat next to Yor at the dinner table.

“I’m glad you can spend this evening with us, Yuri.” Loid spoke with that annoying smile of his spread across his face. Resisting the urge to gag, Yuri turned away crimson eyes landing on the door. Hearing the angelic giggling of his sister right near his ear.

“Oh Yuri, are you looking for someone?”

“WhAt!? Pftt No! Why WOulD I?!”

The secret policeman spoke louder than he meant to; he began blushing even harder as he realized everyone was looking at him. He shrunk in on himself allowing Loid and Yor to begin passing around the dishes that smelled delicious. Some of these included Yor’s stew which Yuri happily dug into first. Of course, (Y/n) wouldn’t be here…they were a nanny…

The sound of knocking filled the apartment home making Yuri perk up. With a teasing smile, Yor rose from her chair and headed for the door.

“Well, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened and in rays of shining light revealed the most wanted person of the night.

“Guess who’s here!?”

“(YYY/nn)!!”

“Borf!”

Anya and Bond ambushed your knees and waist as they dragged you into the Forger. Shutting the door behind you Yor also gave you a hug from behind further making you stagger your way into the home. They didn’t let up until Loid gave a firm look as he came to take the dish you brought from you. Reluctantly they released their hold on you as they made their way to the dinner table where Yuri was still gawking at your entrance. You sent a thankful look to Loid before following Anya to the place setting she had set for you, right next to Yuri.

“Well hello again, stranger? How’ve you been?”

“S-stranger? I-I was sure your memory would be better.” An offended bubble appeared in his chest as he crossed his arms. Only for you to tilt your head, immediately confusing him.

“It’s just an expression, man.”

“O-oh…”

He blushed in embarrassment deciding to pick at his food as he mulled over his incompetence. Was he so out of it that he embarrassed himself over a simple question? You were so close he could smell your natural scent! And you could see his face, his blush at this distance! Before he could let himself fall into a silent mania he was broken out by the softness against his clenching fist. The hand that rested on his led to (Y/n), whose eyes were soft and smile light andshiningbright as you whispered to him.

“Hey, it's okay don’t worry about it.”

That was all you said before you retracted your hand to assist in your pursuit to eat, turning towards Anya who was animatedly talking to you about her latest mission. A haze of red fell over his cheeks and Yuri let his mind wander. Throughout the dinner, he could only nod as Yor tapped him for his attention. Instead opting to lightly pick at his food and watch as you laughed with the whole family.

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“Alright well, I should get going.” You spoke while stretching out, having your fill of Loid’s delicious desserts and enough wine for the night.

Immediately the room was filled with ‘awws’ and whining from the Forger family; who were either intoxicated or tiredly clinging onto you as the night deepened. Both Yor and Anya held tight, forcing you to sink back into the couch to save the integrity of your shirt. You looked to Loid who chuckled at the two before turning to Yuri who was drunkenly letting his lips wobble at the sign of you leaving.

“D-don’t leave.”

The words were quiet but the unshed tears bubbling in his blood-red eyes had both you and Loid sighing in unison.

“I guess after we put them to bed… maybe then I can–”

“Yes. Thank you, (Y/n).”

With great difficulty, you carried Anya off to bed while Loid occupied Yor who enthusiastically began raving about something to him. Finally returning from Anya’s room you only heard an inkling of a promise being made to Yor that had her heading straight to bed. Not before placing a red lip staining kiss on your cheek and ditzely waving off to bed. Returning to the living room you found Loid worriedly looking at Yuri who stayed planted in his seat.

“What’s wrong with him?” You directed it towards Loid but the drunk spoke on his own.

“-home with…me”

“What?”

“T-take me home. I-it’s its THE LEAST YOU COUDLD DO…after all you’ve done!”

You deadpanned at the misleading accusation before breaking out into laughter. You had half a mind to record but Loid’s icy stare had you coughing instead.

“I-I guess I’ll take him home then. Wouldn’t want him waking up Yor or Anya.”

Loid hesitated for a bit before dashingly running his hands through his hair as he sighed.

“Yes, that would be for the best. Though I wouldn’t want you running around when its so dark out. I’d prefer it if you stayed with us…”

“But you hardly have enough room with the both of us staying here,” You easily grabbed the Briar’s hand. “So I’ll take him now. See you later, Loid!”

Pulling the complacent male along you waved to the blond before heading out the door. For the next hour you wrestled with a drunk Yuri who was insistent on pinching your ears and cheeks while you tried to locate his wallet. Even as he allowed you tug him along he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Light pulls at your jacket, your waist band, the collar of your shirt, it was an ongoing struggle with him; you were just grateful no one was out at this hour.

“Ah! Here.We. Are!”

With great effort you shoved Yuri into his bed, silently priding yourself on successfully delivering the man. Turning to leave you halted when you heard frantic noises muffled by the mattress he was faced down in. You turned back to him bending in his direction to hear better only for a hand to reach out and you pull you onto the bed.

“Stay.”

The command wasn’t unfamiliar. He had been uttering similar phrases all through out the journey home so you thought nothing of it. That is until you couldn’t wrench yourself from the grip he had around your body.

“Heheh this must be the power of a Briar, huh?” Sarcastically uttering into the empty space of his apartment. You experienced it before and had ended in many a situation like this but Loid would usually come to the rescue. But alas he was not here and you were beginning to feel the drowsiness that came with a hearty feast.

“Fine…I’ll stay…just for c’ple h’rs thats it.”

Smiling in his sleep Yuri nuzzled further into your neck, sleeping soundly with the constant aroma of your scent. That would be the first night of many for what, Yuri considered, to be the perfect sleep.

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 2 years

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Oh, Sweetheart...

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Jake's roommate wants to go watch the sunrise, but he has other plans for the morning.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is basically porn, there is a small section that isn't filth at the start but the rest is just... yeah,fluff, size kink, solved sexual tension, oral sex (m and f receiving because reader is like that), p in v, unprotected sex (they are at it raw, so wrap it before you tap it!), slightly dry humping?, pet names, dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, mentions of spit and saliva, overall this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, no use of y/n (?) I think there is an allusion of squirting but I'm pretty sure its just creampie...

word count: 4.1K of porn

A/n: this is my first piece of smut, so please be nice. also English isn't my first language so bear in mind there may be spelling mistakes.

“Jake, Jake, Jake” Dragging out the last of the vowels in his name, you ran into the man’s bedroom. Singing his name in joy and excitement.

Jake groaned, rolling over to grab the pillow beside him and covering his ears with it to block out your deafening calls. But immediately regrets doing so because the second the pillow is onto his ear; you snatch it out of his grasp and pin him under you.

“Ughh..go away.” he spoke groggily, annoyance lacing his voice as he tried to figure out the time of day that would have caused you to scream like this.

Nope…you are like this everyday.

He peels his eyes open to find not a single ray of light outside his window, only navy blue skies with stars like dusted sugar. The moon is still in tow, perched up in the sky, shining, glowing its way into the room. He could make out a few birds chirping outside through the closed window. Singing their morning songs before the sun woke up. A soft breeze pouring into the room, rustling the white curtains.

He slowly rubs the sleep out of them in order to get a better look at your joyous self. Immediately softening his gaze as they settle on you.

“Sweetheart, it's not even morning yet, what are you doing here?” He slept naked in his bed, only a pair of boxers covering him. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat.

His hands move to your hips in an attempt to keep you from crushing his pelvic where you sat snug, straddling him. Bare legs on either side, the cotton of your underwear sneaking into his eyesight from under the shirt you were wearing. Your hands immediately intercept their way into his palms, threading your fingers through them until they are joined like a prayer, pinning them on either side of his head.

He is more than surprised by your sudden actions. Eyes wide, mouth parted: he yelps at your behavior, taking in a few deep breaths as he feels hot crimson start to creep up his chest.

“Let’s go watch the sunrise,” you begin before a yawn has weaved its way through your throat, letting go of one of his hands as you cover your mouth with the back of it, “on the rooftop?”

“The rooftop, huh?” he smiled, eyes lazily scanning over your shirt clad figure, his shirt… Heavy lidded eyes blinked pleadingly in his direction, a small pout forming at your lips as you sat further on him; grinding yourself just a little over his crotch. A little friction never hurts anybody…

“Please, Jake…”

He muffled a groan at the feeling of you against him, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. His hands were out of your grasp in an instant. You let out a gasp as his hands found their way back to your hips and flipped you onto the bed, your legs on either side of his torso.

“‘I can think of a few things we can do before the sun is up.”

His hands move to your sides, squeezing the tender flesh then moving to your thighs, running his hands up and down them, softly caressing the warm skin. His touch is freezing against you. Cold fingers crawling their way into your inner thighs.

“Oh, sweetheart..”

You let out a shaky breath, whimpering as his eyes met yours as you looked up. Hands instinctively raise to tangle themselves in his hair, wrapping around the back of his neck as you toyed with the ends. You looked at him, pleading. Brows knit together as you tried to reach his lips, but he turned, meeting the stubble of his cheek, rough against your lips.

“Is this okay?”

Your mind was nowhere to be found. Thoughts all over the place that you didn’t even register his words, only nodding dumbly to his question.

His pupils are blown, the shade of green you admire so much is long gone, replaced by a dark look.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

You reach for him again. Desperate to feel his lips on yours, but he persists. Never letting you latch onto them.

“Meanie,” your head falls back on the pillow in defeat, needy whines falling off your lips as you hear him chuckle.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, darlin’”

His gaze is all over you from where he is propped, a hand on the side of your head to keep him up, the other lost between the soft dough of your thighs.

He tries to recall the time when you two became…this. Whatever this was. A drunken night that both of you never regretted…but were too scared to commit to.

“That was a one time thing,” was something you both had agreed on.

He’d love to take you out though. On a date, a picnic on the beach, somewhere that doesn’t end with you two in his bed at the end of the night, skin to skin, falling apart. He loves it, don’t get him wrong, but he hoped that you two were simpler than this sticky mess that came with being roommates.

You search for his hand that was exploring your legs, dragging it up your thighs, to between your legs. His eyes widen just a little as his fingers make contact with the damp cotton. Your mouth parts at the touch. Letting go of his wrist, you shift, sitting up against the headboard, his hand following your cunt like a magnet.

There is a smirk on your face. There is no doubt that Jake is wide awake, knowing of the soft mummering roommate that was begging a second ago is gone. Replaced by a siren, sharp and cunning as a knife. He wished you were like this all the time. That you wouldn’t hide yourself in the back of a party with your drink.

But a part of him was glad that you were only like this with him. Jake Seresin didn’t like to share, and you were no exception.

“Tell me what you want, darlin’,” he breathes, inching closer so you feel his breath down your neck, warm lips just below your ear.

Your breath hitches, heart stutters at the nickname as a breeze passes you by, shivering. It makes you clench around nothing. Thighs closing their way in to create some friction, but the thick of his fingers latch onto them before you could, refraining you from doing so.

“Keep ‘em open for me,” he orders, soft. Peppering small kisses down the column of your neck.

He hasn't even kissed you, yet all you can do is whimper and groan softly.

“Wanna feel you inside me, now. Wanna feel your mouth, your cock, your fingers.”

The lopsided grin on his face is intoxicating, his head dips into your collarbone as he lets out a laugh.

“Such dirty words for a sweet mouth like yours,” he humors, but there is nothing humorous about it. His eyes, dark as ever in the dim moonlight pouring in from the window.

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

it’s dizzying how quickly he can make you fall apart. He hasn’t even touched you yet but a whimper falls from your pretty lips as his latch onto your neck. Making their way down to your collarbone until he hits the collar of your his shirt.

You tug at the fabric. Sitting up, sliding it up to your chest as you lock eyes with him, giving him a smirk. You tear it off yourself teasingly slowly. Hearing him take a deep breath just as the fabric reveals your bare chest.

“Christ…you are beautiful.” It’s never failed to make you blush. He throws the compliment like it’s not meant to pierce through your heart and make it burst into flames. Saying it with such care, and softness that it makes you want to melt in the mattress.

You grab onto his shoulder, leveling yourself with him. Letting out a shaky breath, his hands immediately crave their way into the dip of your waist. Feeling the lush skin, caressing with just the right amount of pressure that has you melting into him.

He hoists you onto his lap, the sound birds chattering getting louder outside the window. The sky gets a little brighter. You sit snug in his lap, legs either side of his thighs. You let out a moan at the feeling of the hard length of him rubbing against your core as he manhandles you.

“Jake…”

“Y-Yes, sweetheart..”

“Kiss m-“

You don’t even finish the sentence and his lips anchor onto yours like seabed, dipping in with such intensity that you can’t tell who's taking dominance. The swipe of his tongue caught on top of yours, melting at the taste. relaxing as he digs in for more like a starved man.

You separate with a soft gasp and pop of lips, a string of spit hanging between the two of you, keeping your lips connected. But it’s gone just as quickly as Jake moves down to your jaw. Open mouthed and wet kisses and nipping at each part of your skin with a hunger you have never seen before. He moves to your neck, grazing his teeth at the pulse before his tongue swipes over the blush he had just created, then to your collarbones, kissing each dip of bone and skin until it’s hot and red.

His mouth moves to your breasts, biting softly at the nipple as he takes it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it that has you making the most obscene sounds, arching your back to push them further into his mouth.

He lets go of it with a loud pop! Moving on to your other breast to give the hardened nipple some attention. It makes you tug his hair harder, grazing your way to the roots that has him sucking harder.

His hand has seemed to develop a mind of its own in this time. Latching onto your underwear. His fingers slide down the outside of the damp cotton, the effect of his touch already soaking them. He pushed them aside to feel the stickiness that clings to the fabric in thin strings.

“All this for me, baby?” He coos, lowering himself to your cunt, blowing a low breath that has you seeing stars.

You nod mindlessly at the question, he knew the answer to it anyway. But the thought of you being this wet for him makes him dizzy.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” he says, slowly dragging his index and middle finger down your folds.

“I- Jake…” trailing off as his thumb presses into your clit, circling it until he finds that one nerve, that one spot that has you whimpering.

He makes quick work of you. Throwing the panties somewhere around his room, backing away as you let out a whine. He kisses along the length of your leg, moving closer to your inner thighs, squeezing the tender flesh. It makes you want to run your hands through his hair but he’s too damn far away that you’re left to bootlessly try and relieve the tension by squeezing at your tits.

His mouth is getting closer now. He nips and bites as he gets closer to the sensitive flesh of your cunt. Breathing it in, he licks a stripe up your folds, doing it with such precision that has you seeing stars.

It makes you look pathetic, he hasn’t even started and you’re already falling apart on his tongue.

His saliva sticks thick to you, tongue slowly circling your clit as he brings a hand up to your clenching hole. Your mouth is left wide open, his middle finger inching into you- just a little but the pressure playing at your clit and his teasing makes you grind your hips further into him. Letting out the most obscene sounds.

“More, please Jake…”

The chuckle he lets out is criminally menacing. Like his mind is playing a reel of how he is going to make you beg into the morning. Instantly he withdraws the flesh from yours, making you chase after it.

He brings them to his mouth, slowly putting them in his mouth to suck off the wetness. He doesn’t clean them fully though. Taking them out of his mouth to bring to yours. Your mouth is open wide before he can even command you to do so, letting him press the digits flat onto your tongue as your mouth closes, swirling the muscle around them.

His cock is growing harder by the second, straining through his boxers as the sight of you, spread out on his bed, fingers in your mouth, it makes him groan. The pain of his throbbing cock is unbearable.

You notice the pinch of brows in his forehead, his hand that inches towards his boxers to relieve some of that tension. You grab his wrist that is almost there, stopping it from reaching. You drag his hand to your waist, making him hold onto it as you let go.

He looks at you, puzzled. It's wiped away as you push your hand through the thick band of his boxers, palming him slowly before tugging it out.

“Hey, are you sure about this? We’ve never done this kinda thing before and I don’t want you to feel obliged-“

Your mouth is onto his in an instant, shitting him up as he lets out a ‘umph’. Immediately melting into the kiss, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck, holding it oh so gently.

You pull away after a moment, smiling adoringly at him.

“I’m sure, Jakey.”

He’s big. There was no doubt in your mind that he was big when you first met. The man had an ego the size of Texas and there must have been a reason for that. True to it, you found out he was big.

The first time the two of you did this, he could barely fit into you, deciding to settle for his mouth rather than trying to fit him. And when you did manage to, after a few more ‘drunken nights’, you could barely walk the next few days.

You flicked teasingly at the tip of his cock, which made him immediately withdraw his fingers from your mouth as he let out a moan.

“Fucking Christ, doll”

You smirk at him, coyly getting on all fours and tugging away his boxers. He lifts his hips to let you take them off, raising an eyebrow at you. But your actions have spoken louder than words and he’s already put the pieces together.

You stroke it, slow, concise movements, hand sliding his slick up and down the thick of his shaft. Your fingers can barely meet around his girth and the length of him has you watering at the mouth as you bring your face closer to it. He won’t be easy to take in, you know that. But the thought of him spilling in your mouth has been on your mind for days. You thought about it last night too, coming up with the idea of taking him to the roof and taking him there. But this is ten times better than what you had thought.

You wrap your mouth around the tip of him, tongue flicking that head. The wetness clings to the insides of your mouth, coating the walls of your inner cheeks in a creme white color as you start to take in more of him. You could feel the salty tears burning into your eyes now You’re barely halfway down him when the tip hits the back of your throat, you gag around him, but the action gets a grumble out of Jake, deep from his chest and you’re sure if you do it again he will fall apart. So, you refrain yourself from doing so, slowly bobbing your head up and down his length.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he sighs. His hand comes to rest against the back of your head, guiding your movements. He’s so thick, you’re astonished that you can even fit him in you.

Your movements turn faster within minutes, the sound of his struggling groans and noises that you’re making, mixed with the wet- almost obscene- sounds of his cock has made you dizzy. You turn your attention away from his happy trail and shift them to look at him. He’s already looking at you, mouth open, pupils blown wide that you can barely make out the greens in it in the dim light.

You feel him twitch in you, and you know he is near a release. You wrap a hand around the rest of him that you can’t take in, stroking it out at the same speed.

“Fuck, sweetheart…”

Your movements stutter as you feel him release inside you. The thick of his cum is warm as it washes your throat and the outside of your neck. Suddenly your mouth is being pulled back from him, making you whine at the loss of contact. Jake pulls your head back gently, his cum still in your mouth as you close your mouth and swallow it loudly.

Jake swears under his breath as you do so, the sight of you, fucked out eyes, a white string of saliva drooling out of your mouth as you look at him with those big doe eyes as you swallow his cum. You look fucking angelic.

“You still wanna go to the roof, darlin’?”

The question has your eyes wide, if it were physically possible.

You clean the side of your drooling mouth with the back of your hand, shaking your head. True, taking him to the roof was something you wanted to do, but that was only part of it. This, sucking him off, making him cum like he does you every night was your real motive.

“Words, baby,”

“Wanted you first.”

He almost melts at the hoarseness of your voice. His arm comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand pushes on his chest, making him fall back on his back, flat against the bed. You straddle him, your

“Wanna ride you, daddy. Can I?” There is something so innocent about your eyes that he’s never seen before. Sweet doe eyes of a swan; he was enchanted by their beauty when you first met, still to this day it never failed to make him go feral.

The nickname isn’t so foreign to him though. But the way the request falls out of your pretty lips, covered in a sheen of his cum like your vanilla lip gloss has him going hard again. And you feel him, the thickening of him against your already wet core.

“Fuck, doll, you wanna ride daddy?”

You nod, hands spread on his chest as you lean down, breathing your way down his neck, leaving sweet kisses as you make your way up to his lips.

“Please?”

He doesn’t give you an answer, rather choosing to bring his hand to your soaking cunt that hovers over his cock. Circling your clit, it makes you moan the most pornographic sounds he has ever heard. You’re so sensitive and fragile under his touch. He can feel the pulse dripping down to your pussy. Feel it pulse against his fingers as he coracles them.

Your own hand comes down to meet his, lining his cock with your hole as you sink down slowly. The pain is familiar and god does it feel good to have him in you. You can feel it tearing your walls with a sweet stretch.

He lets out strangled grunts, hand at your hip, the other circling your clit the same, overstimulating you before you can even get a full taste of him in you.

“Jake, please, please don’t stop, you fill me up so good.” The filthy words are breathlessly falling out of your lips.

He guides your hips deeper until your pelvic brushes against his happy trail. You’re sitting snug on him, not making a move as a mechanism to adjust to him. His movements that were abusing your swollen clit just a second ago have stopped, his legs are bent to support your back, open wide.

Slowly, you start to bounce, moving up and down the length of him and the pain is soon replaced by pleasure. The sound of skin slapping is the only thing bouncing off the walls of the room as it fills with the sun's morning rays.

Your movements continue their way, moving faster with each stroke inside you, you’re clenching around him, squeezing his cock as praises fall off his lips like prayers; “you’re so good f’me baby”, “gonna fill you up so nice you’ll be soaking for days”,”that’s it sweetheart, there you go, make those pretty sounds for me.”

It’s dizzying how the simplest of words have you making the most sinful sounds, his grunts and moans are stifled but he isn’t doing much better either as you feel his cock twitch wildly in you, coating your walls. It’s all too much. His hands on you, his fingers that are assaulting your clit at scandalous speeds. You feel yourself too over the edge, hands running down his chest as you bend down to lock your lips in a hurry, kissing him stupid.

The hand at your hip is now wrapped around your throat, he knows you like it. But the way he ever so gently squeezes the column of your throat makes you spill moans into his mouth until you don’t know whose spit is whose. His tongue is teasingly wide in your mouth, tasting himself.

“Jake, I’m-“

“It’s okay baby, go ahead,”

You’re spilling. It’s everywhere, dripping down your thighs. He’s in you, fits in you so well that you’re sure he was made for it. You let out a muffled scream against his mouth, pulling out of him then thrusting back in immediately. That’s his last straw and he’s spilling in you. The wet sounds of your skin slows as you both pull away, catching your breaths while he’s still buried deep inside you. Your gummy walls are squeezing rapidly around him even now. You scold yourself for not doing those pelvic exercises because now you’re leaking uncontrollably onto his sheets and staining them.

You let out a curse, already moving to get off him but his hands ground you back on him, refraining you from moving.

“Don’t,” he lets out a soft grunt, brows pinched as though he is in pain and you realize it would hurt the both of you if you were to pull out immediately after an orgasm. “Let me help ya’.”

He flips the two of you carefully, settling you on your back, avoiding any cause of friction that would further your overstimulation. He knows every inch of you, knows how sensitive you get after sex.

He slowly pulls out of you, making both of you let out a groan. The sheets are a mess, gray sheets covered in a sheen of white, it’s filthy. But Jake’s hand comes to rest on your jaw and you forget about the mess you’re in.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?”

You nod silently, shifting onto your elbows to rest against the headboard as Jake comes back with a wet towel.

“This might sting a little, alright?”

“Okay,”

His fingers are working softly against your flesh, cleaning the tender skin that’s covered in his cum. He smells of sandalwood and sex. You don’t know whether you want to kiss him silly or fall asleep to it. But he senses your gaze on him, looking at him softly when his eyes meet yours, he smiles, throws the towel in the corner of the room and pulls you into a searing kiss.

It’s anything but rushed. Soft lips against the taste of him, there are fireworks blasting in your mind, your tummy doing somersaults. He never kissed you with such…intensity before. All the ones before were rushed, sloppy, filled with lust but this…this is different. His loss holds such promise for a better morning that you’re sure you want this so be something more than casual hookups.

But you don’t bring it up now. This is a moment too good to be ruined.

You pull away first, taking a deep breath, all you can smell is him, it’s all over you. The smile on his face is intoxicating. You’re happy, he’s happy.

“I still wanna watch the sunrise though”

“You little-“

God, you wish you could have these mornings forever.

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 5.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature Content)

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Outright overly dramatic, yet tasteful and sophisticated descriptions of sex between two consenting adults with an unspecified age difference between them, no mentions of/or absence of sexual protection implied or expressed, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Author‘s note: remember all those years ago I said I’d write a Baekhyun x Noona fic? This is that fic.

Inspired by the Ray LaMontagne song Can I Stay

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

“Noona, I think we like each other.”

You felt the deafening silence as every single voice of reason and each and every alarm bell inside of you went still when you kissed him.

You felt the lighting strike hit close enough this time to send a bolt straight through your chest when you kissed him.

Somewhere deep inside your chest, somewhere tiny and somewhere hidden, you were vibrating. You felt the steady hum of it.

Baekhyun’s lips were so soft and when you pressed your own into his, you felt the smallest movement from him in response. His response was gentle and yielding. He gave in to you so easily as you kissed him. You took what you wanted and he gave it to you.

Baekhyun’s face was still. His eyes took a little bit longer to open and when he did his heavy eyelids resisted. With pink cheeks and lips still wet from the kiss, he lazily pulled his heavy eyes open, you were caught again in the warm deep brown of them. The hands that had held your face earlier had broken the contact with the warm skin of your face when you had kissed him. His hands were frozen now, lifted in their former place but the man was too quiet, too stunned, too motionless in the still and quiet moments after you had kissed him.

After a few seconds he closed his eyes and drew in a breath of air that stuttered on its way in and out again and he laid the palm of his hand over his chest, lightly setting it just over his chestplate, giving a slow and gentle and almost undetectable tap, tap as he breathed through it.

It only took you a few moments of sitting in the aftermath but slowly, and one by one, your thoughts and your many worries came back to you. You gave your head a tiny shake and you rolled your eyeballs around inside of your head and you could feel each one slipping its fingers running them around your rim. You were vibrating. You could feel the hum when you lifted a hand to your own chest. It wasn’t your heart beat nor your breathing.

You’d done it. The President’s son. Your charge that had been carefully placed into your hands to care and to nurture and help grow — you’d done it. Each and every carefully grown, polished, expertly placed year of your career and every single painstakingly ripped and clawed your way through the competition milestone and award you had bled for, and every single sleepless night; every single soul sucking week after week, month after month so you could get to the top; every single fucking thing you have spent your entire life working toward — you could feel the thoughts racing and with each new realization that hit you like a train your breathing puffed out faster and harder from your chest and you had to close your eyes through it. You had to turn your head away from him and you lifted a trembling hand to your face, covering your lips with the palm of your hand.

“Shit,” you said from below the skin of your hand.

Baekhyun must have been alerted by your trembling hands, or maybe it was the very same swear word uttered in nearly the exact same tone as he had used to say it this morning.

You fucked up. Just as he declared that he had fucked up and there was simply no taking this back and rewinding and pretending like it had never happened.

“Hey-” his voice called from somewhere close to you, “hey, hey, no. No, don't say that,” he was whispering beside you. You felt his arms then. He was standing up it seemed and you felt a strong and steady warmth coating you as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders, bringing a warm hand up over the top of your head. You smelled him everywhere in this and you found yourself pressed inside the firmness of his chest as he held you so tightly in his arms.

“No, this feels terrible, is that what I said to you after I kissed you? Jesus, I get it. Please don't say that.” His arms were squeezing you tighter and you found movement impossible and the oxygen in here pressed up against the white t-shirt he wore with the heat and the warmth of his chest under the thin fabric. You had a hand in here as well, thoroughly squished by the tightness of the hold he kept on you and you had to breathe, you had to wiggle your hand, pushing against him slightly, anything so he could loosen the hold just a little bit.

“I won’t let you go until you take it back,” he said with an impossible tightening of his arms around you. You were going to die right here smothered between this man’s pectoral muscles. There was some bargaining taking place in the back of your mind. There was some acceptance happening back there as well as you weighed the two deaths. This way: smothered by his boobs, which actually had been featured in one of your more recent late night fantasies, certainly seemed preferable to the vomit-covered splatter fall to the pavement you’d contemplated earlier. Plus he did smell very nice. You could think of worse ways to go.

You did your best to nod your head. He felt the movement and responded by relaxing his body around you just enough, just enough for you to pull your head out of his shirt and lift your face and take deep satisfying cooling breath from the fresh air over your head. Your hand was still pinned right beside your face, a kind of zombie claw coming up out of the ground.

“Let me go—hmm?” you pleaded in a whisper.

“But, you’ll run away,” he replied with a severe pout.

“I don't have anywhere to run. I live here.” It felt like a weird hostage negotiation.

“You’ll find somewhere to run, you are very crafty and very smart.”

“Baek-hyun,” you squeaked out the words and he looked down at you, still very much wrapped around you, extremely close and with one of the most serious expressions set very deep inside his brown eyes. “It’s impossible,” you whispered into the tiny space between your lips and his lips.

“Whatever it is that you’re thinking inside that beautiful head of yours, I need you to stop. It’s not impossible. It’s not even close to impossible. Time travel is impossible. Moving things with your mind, that is impossible— I tried. This is just two people that like each other, nothing could be more possible than that.” His eyes searched over your face as he spoke and his lips hung open as he exhaled his breath over your lips again. The heat that traveled over your face had you gasping for air again, even though he had loosened his hold on you, you felt that pull into him again as he spoke passionately about what you were still pretty sure could not be really happening.

“Noona,” you saw the effects of your most recent negative thoughts roll over his back as he did his absolute best to push them away. His eyes sunk closed and you saw the furrow of his eyebrows as a somewhat pained expression landed on his pretty face. You didn’t like it. From this close up, you did not like to see him like this, in any state of unhappiness.

“Noona,” he repeated again as he inhaled once more, “I think my feelings are hurt.” He gave your whole body the smallest shake of complaint. You were blindsided by how cute it was and you felt your flimsy resolve shake at its foundation with the tiny earthquake he just gave you.

His eyes glanced down at you for a second and you looked up at him with that same look of uncertainty as you had before. This time you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and you bit down lightly, not hard enough to cause any pain but definitely hard enough for something like a smile to break though.

You heard a soft whine from the back of his throat now, and he shook you again. His arms appeared to be linked tightly around your back. It was evident that you weren’t going anywhere until you both had come to some sort of agreement. You heard a deeply dissatisfied sigh from way deep down in the pit of his stomach and you only had so much you could take before you felt yourself crumble in his arms.

“Baekhyun, what? What do you want me to do about your hurt feelings?”

“I don't know. Make it better,” he grumbled. You closed your eyes and bit down on your lip again.

“How can I?” You asked under your breath and when you opened your eyes he was watching your lips as you spoke. Reading your lips whisper. Reading your struggles and your frustration in them. “How can I, how can we—” the words trailed off and their meaning hung heavy on your tongue.

Impossible.

You would lose everything.

“We just do,” he whispered back into the space that kept you both separated. “You do, and I do and we just—” He shook his head back and forth ever so slightly. There were no answers here.

Only miracles.

His lips still held a pout. His pink bottom lip stuck out just enough for the upset to still be evident on his face. The impossible situation you’d drawn attention to and his frustration and hurt feelings and all of it sat there dripping off his bottom lip.

You looked up and you leaned in. Your own mouth opened over his lips and you pulled him into you. You heard the sounds from his throat, low and groaning at the sudden kiss. Again, only this time you kissed him for the upset. To rid him of that silly storm cloud that had settled over his head with your talk of impossibilities and your thoughts of doom and gloom.

Baekhyun’s lips parted for you and as he received your kiss he offered his own, pushing himself further into you, you felt the tip of his tongue slipping along the softness of your lip, painting along the edge of your teeth, and the suction of his lips as he pulled lightly against the flesh, you felt him bite down with his teeth as he did it.

You couldn't even remember the last time someone kissed you this way, as if under a spell in which every insatiable human urge needed to be satisfied at once.

With every gasp for air there was an undeniable need for more and with every touch of his hands over your skin, every wandering of your own hands over the smoothness of his chest, you came to realize a point of no return was quickly coming to a head and if you were going to stop it, you should act now.

You had to pull away from his mouth, and you had to do it for the sake of your own sanity. You left him with his heaving breaths and his lips hung open and all of that body heat and firmness and tension that you felt all over his body and you had to physically extract yourself from it. It took considerable effort and after a few seconds of feeling all of that cool air over your skin, your mind finally began to grab ahold of itself enough for just a few rational thoughts to finally sink their way inside.

This day; this evening, it snowballed with incredible speed. You felt blindsided by it.

You must have both recognized the danger. Baekhyun leaned against the countertop with his eyes still closed and his breathing finally settling, and you were still close enough to reach out and touch him, but you no longer found yourself trapped in his arms.

You inhaled and exhaled a deep breath and the sound of it pulled his eyes to you for a moment. After a few breaths of his own you saw the smile that appeared on his lips. That pretty smile that touched his eyes and overcame him for just a second. He had to close his eyes for it. It was contagious and you felt your own lips pulling into a small smile, you exhaled a small chuckle as you shook your head back and forth.

“Are you still upset with me?” You knew he wasn’t. You still had to ask.

You didn’t want him to ever be upset with you. That feeling was so strong and overwhelmingly certain inside of you. You tilted your head with the small question you asked him and he watched you with wide blinking eyes and one of his eyebrows bounced up and back down again. His smile was back only he had quit looking at you in favor of throwing his head back and rolling his eyes over the ceiling of your kitchen.

That smile felt like a drug. The small chuckle that burst from his chest was even better and when his tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth and he bit down on his lip and his eyes slipped once again over to you. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t been prepared for. You knew this look and it was only trouble. There was longing in there. There was desire and there was lust and there was only one destination with him looking at you this way.

Emergency evasive actions had to be taken for both of your sake if not for the mere fact that you had only just confessed your feelings to each other less than an hour ago and you refused to allow your insane attraction to the man get the better of you.

When you dropped the eye contact and cleared your throat, in some attempt to reel yourself in, you heard him make a sound and from the back of his throat. It was half of a throat clearing, half of some animalistic growl that you tried your best to ignore and you reached for the half full beer can. You put it to your lips, poured the liquid into your mouth, and you tasted nothing of what you swallowed but at least it was something to do with your hands. At least it was a welcomed distraction from the man who at this very moment was doing the exact same thing with his beer. He’d emptied his and you watched him wander from this dangerous spot beside you around to your kitchen trash can into which he noisily dropped the can. It clanked to the bottom and at the same time you heard the boom of another thunderclap from that storm that still raged outside.

It was bound to rain all night long. You wondered if you’d be able to get any sleep tonight.

You noticed he wasn’t reaching for another beer and you figured it was because he knew he would need to drive home at some point.

Your mind wandered through the events of the evening, landing curiously somewhere at the beginning when he first showed up.

What had he told you then?

“Why didn’t you park out front again?” You remembered he’d mentioned a truck, and something else was tickling at your mind as you looked at the clock and saw it nearing 1am now. “Where did you say you parked your car?”

You were asking him real questions now and he gave his head a tiny shake as he pulled his fortitude back into his sane mind so he could have this little conversation with you.

“Uhh…,” he began, and he widened his eyes a bit to clear away the fuzz, “yeah there was a moving truck parked in the front. I thought they might need the space to load up, so I had to park inside a secure lot on the corner.” He cleared his throat after he said it and your brow furrowed as you tried to think of any other lot besides the one that you knew closed for the evening between midnight and 5am, which was part of what made it a secure lot.

You did your best with it, but that was the only lot you knew of existence in this neighborhood.

Your stomach sank just a little bit.

“Baekhyun, the lot on the corner?”

He nodded his head as if he seemed only mildly curious about why you were discussing this right now.

“They lock it up at midnight,” you said flatly. Your eyes blinked steadily at him and you bit down hard on your bottom lip before inhaling to add another fact that you knew about this lot. “It doesn’t open until morning. That’s why it’s a secure lot. There will be no way for you to get your car out until morning.”

He was watching your face with more interest now. After a few moments of him staring his brows furrowed deeply, he inhaled and hissed his response, “Why would they do that?”

He gave his head a shake, as if this made no sense.

“What did you do?” You whispered in response, lifting your hand in his direction in question and you hopelessly fought the smile on your face as best you could, but something in you found this little blunder of his to be weirdly funny. You let a little giggle escape and you lifted your hand up to cover it up.

“I just gave them my car but I thought they would give it back to me,” he whispered back at you with his hand also lifted in the same way you had done and you were laughing outright at him now.

“Guess I’ll have to take a taxi,” he said to himself and another thunder boom sounded in the distance. Your giggles quieted down and Baekhyun was looking down at your counter from the safety of the other side now, away from where you sat on this stool having your own little struggles with the thought of sending him out in a taxi in this storm.

Baekhyun was slowly tracing the edge of your kitchen counter with his fingertip. It was an aimless and mindless motion and your eyes followed the path his finger took until he took a step and reached the end closest to your front doorway. You saw his focus land on a few things you kept there. You had a little dish with some loose change. You had a few sets of keys that opened various locks, some that you remembered, some that you did not. Some baubles and some things that just happened to land there when you got home. His hand landed around a small bottle of perfume that you kept there so you could spray some on your skin or on your neck before you headed out the door in the mornings, and either his curiosity or his brazen nosiness had him lifting the bottle and uncapping it to place it against his nose for a sniff.

“Is this what you wear?”

You hummed out your response, admitting that yes, lately that was your go-to scent.

Baekhyun sprayed once on his wrist and lifted a hand to his nose, coming back with a pout on his lips. Did he not like it? Was it too cheap for his expensive tastes and he found it unpleasant compared to something that you were sure he would buy for himself?

“Smells different on me,” he said after a while and he took two or three steps to close the distance between you both, leaving the bottle of perfume back where he had picked it up.

His hand was extended and you instinctively turned your nose into his wrist to see what he meant. You smelled the notes of the perfume that you loved. You smelled it paired with his skin and it smelled pretty good you thought. You gave a questioning shrug in response and he stepped in closer to you again, pushing his hand forward so his wrist grazed lightly against your neck this time, transferring the still damp perfume onto the skin of your neck just below your earlobe.

“Here,” he said softly and he was leaning his face, pushing his nose into your hair and breathing deeply and slowly from the skin below your ear, “here, you smell so good.”

A match was struck somewhere inside of your body and you felt goosebumps spread over your skin with his face so close to the skin of your neck like this. Everywhere, your skin pulled and prickled and as if against your will, your head tilted to the side giving him access to you. The softness of his cheek brushed against your cheek as he made his way down and when he pulled that breath deep into his lungs you felt your eyes close up and the air you gasped for got stuck halfway inside of your throat. The effect made a sound come out of you. The want pushed your hands forward and you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into you. You’d been sitting on the stool and when you pulled him his hips landed between your parted knees and there was a fire spreading very quickly.

You heard the low throaty moan from his chest and it echoed through your eardrum, vibrating against your neck where you felt his soft lips press a kiss into the skin below your ear.

You were on fire. You pulled him harder into you with your arms tightening around his waist and you gave in to the urge to let your knees part, feeling him stepping in just enough. You could feel the effects you had all over his body and when he pressed himself between your legs you couldn't help the moaning sound that escaped from your throat. You felt your control slipping. The man was making you let go of every single rule you’d ever lived by and you could feel deep down in your bones a desperation building within you.

Baekhyun lifted his face to look into yours and his eyes were half closed with that same look of heady desire deep in those eyes.

He dipped his face into yours and you felt softness as his lips placed the smallest kiss on your lips. You responded with a puff of air and he pulled his face up again, seeking out your eyes with his own dark ones.

He moved in close again, pressing another tiny kiss over your lips and he immediately pulled up again, his eyes searching all over your entire face as his fingertips smoothed the hair around your temples, clearing it from your skin before he placed another tiny kiss on your face, beside your rapidly blinking eyelid; his next kiss was peppered delicately just over your cheekbone followed quickly by the smallest kiss over your jaw.

He was back again, those eyes were back on you and when he moved in to kiss you on the lips once more you responded. You opened your mouth to him pulling the tip of his greedy tongue inside of your mouth again, needing more of his lips and his tongue and his teeth with only the need for air stopping you from speending hours and days and weeks inside of his mouth.

And then he was back at your neck, only this time instead of inhaling he had an exhaled whisper on his tongue.

A question to ask you.

“Can I stay-” he breathed, “here with you-” his words were gasping, “til’ the morning?”

You wanted him. You wanted to keep him here with you and you wanted to keep him forever.

He was looking into your face again, with half closed eyes, swollen pink lips and that dark look in his irises. You knew what his question was. You could feel the desire in every cell of your body. You could feel the heat he pushed between your legs, desperate for some relief.

Your head nodded on its own. Your body responded to him without any effort on your part at all and even if you had wanted to push him away, you were too wrapped around him to physically be able to.

You knew what this was. It was stronger than either of you could stand.

After your nod, his lips were back to your ear, whispering again, setting your skin ablaze again with those sinful sentences of his. “Won’t you take me to your room?” he asked.

Yes.

Yes I will.

Yes we can go there.

Somehow you found your legs were still working and somehow you found the courage to take those steps. It is just over here, you guided him without speaking as your mind raced, all a jumble of anxious nerves and disbelieving the fact that you were really doing this. You walked and he followed and somewhere inside of your bedroom with the lights turned off and only a small table lamp in the shape of a bird that you had purchased simply because it was cute, illuminated in the corner, you heard the smallest question from him.

“Is that a bird?” Of course he would notice it. It was the only light on in the room and it was fucking awesome. His eyes would be drawn to how sharp the lines were, how clean the design was and how fat its little belly was and how its tiny body was filled from head to tail and bursting with light. You paid so much money for it; way too much for it only to hide it away inside of your bedroom but it made you very happy and so did your bedroom.

“Noona, how can you be this cute?”

And now, Baekhyun was here too.

Standing in here with Baekhyun with him commenting on your very secret and personal silly little bird lamp had your hands trembling and your mouth had gone dry from trying to fill your lungs with deep calming breaths.

Your skin was too hot. Your body was too affected by him and you began to worry about how you might do this. It had been a very long time since you’d slept with anyone. You weren’t even really sure how long. Your last relationship had fizzled out long before you were dumped by him and that sex had always felt rather performatory and kind of unsatisfying. But what if it was you? What if you just weren’t that good at it? What if you embarrassed yourself with just how obviously and how badly you wanted him right now? Because you did. You’d never wanted anything more. A million self doubts were flying through you and you spun anxiously on your heels, turning into him, you quickly opened your mouth to speak.

“B-Baek, umm…” you were speaking quickly, “i-it’s been a really long time since I’ve b-been with anyone.”

Oh god, you sounded scared. You didn’t want to give him the impression that you didn’t want to be in here with him right now.

“I want to though, with you,” you swallowed, willing the audible shaking in your voice to settle down. “I want you.” You said the last bit as cleanly and as plainly as you could. He had to know this.

You could see his face clearly with the small light in the corner, thanks to your awesome bird, and you were sure he could see every shaking, trembling, uncertain expression that had just flown over your face.

He’d taken a step closer to you as you spoke and all the while watching your expression closely as you spoke. You had to close your eyes after a few seconds under his watchful gaze and you only realized you were holding your breath when the tips of his fingertips touched at the side of your face and the gentle touch made you gasp for more air.

“You want me?” He had a sort of wonder on his voice with the question and it pulled your eyes open to him. You could see his lips pulling into a kinetic smile, his lips moving with each of his exhales, his very slight smile pulled and slipped like it might have been powered by his heartbeat. The movements would have been undetectable had you been any further away from him.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed in a whisper with your eyes closed but with him touching you this way you could already feel something other than nerves overtaking you now.

“Baby, it’s me,” his warm breath fanned over your lips, between the kisses he gave you he also gave you promises, “and I’ve got you.”

His reassuring words overcame, “I’ve got you — no matter what, I’ve got you, my darling.”

Baekhyun’s promises coated over you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and you felt the ease that came with them.

My darling.

His hands had moved now, he ran light fingertips over the goosebumped skin on your waist, slipping his fingertips gently below the elastic waistband of your shorts.

Byun Baekhyun, your Baekhyun, had so carefully and expertly broken down every bit of your self defenses and excuses. He’d seen you so clearly from the beginning and he’d done it in a way that only he could have done. This choice — this act with him felt inevitable. You gave in. Up until this point, it had been a difficult battle against yourself, but ultimately and inevitably, you did it.

You gave in to this feeling completely.

As if you had always been meant to do with him.

When you’d found yourself completely bare before him and he was just as vulnerable before you; you let go of all of it.

The arousal had been so much that every touch of his skin on your skin had you reeling. Your skin was hot to the touch and when his strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist and lifted you up, he did it with such ease that you crumbled in his arms. When the cool temperature of the blanket that covered your bed first touched your bare back you gasped in shock at the temperature difference and when the heat and the weight of his body covered over you in one fluid motion, your breath left you entirely.

You’d underestimated the strength he had in his body. You’d underestimated your body’s response to feeling him here, pressing between your thighs, your thighs which he fit in between so expertly and with purpose, your thighs which he’d pushed open himself with a firm knee as you both fell together into this bed. Your thighs between which he sank with hip bones at first, his mouth still connected to yours. But between your thighs he was there, with a wandering hand and silent fingertips that touched and teased and urged as he found the exact places to touch you; as he found the exact pressure and rhythm to push you close and closer to the edge of your sanity and you lost his lips from your mouth in the haze and you felt him sinking lower and lower, down between your thighs. You gave in. You let go of the tight grip you’d had on his hair as he pulled you harder into his mouth and you gave in to it; the oblivion that took you over.

You’d had no time to recover when you felt his wet tongue and wet lips at your breasts. You’d had no time to recover when you felt those hip bones back between your thighs with the heat and the pressure he brought with him. Baekhyun pushed inside so slowly at first; then came the feeling of being inundated by him and with all of the fire and the pressure and the careless abandon that came with it.

What you hadn’t underestimated, what you just knew would be a truth about Byun Baekhyun and what you had shamelessly imagined many nights since you’d begun experiencing this silly little self indulgent infatuation involving your Assistant, was that the sounds he made as he fucked you were resonant; as thundering as they were thrilling. Many of these sounds he made directly into your ear, sending the moans and whines and whimpers directly into your brain as his body rolled, pulling you on top of him, lifting you again so easily with strong arms as you sank down onto him again and again. It felt simultaneously never-ending and fleeting. Spinning, spinning, spinning forever; the spool had been wound so tight something was bound to snap soon and you could feel a climax nearing for you both.

When the oblivion returned you were overcome with more than that took your breath away. The sex itself, the climax itself was not the only thing that you felt running through your every vein, filling you up from the inside with a pervasive all consuming force. The sex itself was incredibly unparalleled to anything you had ever experienced with anyone else in your life, but there was something more that took hold of you in that very moment and you could not find a name for it as it moved through you.

Even through the eventual separation of your bodies, even through the laborious breaths that were futilely chased and the thick haze and the dense fog that you climbed up through, for some sort of return to reality; you still felt gripped by it.

It felt like falling. It felt like you would never be able to escape from this.

It felt like — felt like—

Baekhyun’s whisper made its way through the obscurity followed by lazy kisses pressed against your sticky skin with a spoken question and you knew.

Even as he himself asked you the very question that danced inside of your mind, tempting you with its heavy implications; you knew the answer.

Whether or not he asked it out loud you already knew it so completely.

But still he said it — from his own lips came that tiny question.

“Is this love?”

[To Be Continued]

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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petersprincesss · 1 year

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Security Measures

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything… but I decided IM BACK BABY!

It felt like it was time for some good old fashioned smut. I really went back to my roots with this one. I still personally prefer to refer to this character as Peter Ballard, and that’s gonna be his name in the fic. I apologize if that’s not your thing, but you don’t have to read it 🫶🏻

Genre: Porn with minimal plot

Rating: so crazy explicit lmao. Minors please leave 💞

Tags: dom!Peter, sub!female!, bdsm kinda?, edging, fingering, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, dubcon? kinda?, choking, hitting, hair pulling… all that good stuff

As always, I appreciate any and all feedback. You know I love to hear you, baby 🙏🏻

Hawkins National Laboratory was going to be the biggest story in my journalism career. Like many children in this area of Indiana, I had grown up hearing all kinds of rumors, stories and conspiracies surrounding the mythic brick building in the woods.

Being a casual column writer for the Indianapolis Recorder gave me access to plenty of information, but most of it felt so mundane compared to what I might be able to uncover in the source of all my childhood nightmares. Through my boss, I was able to secure an interview with one Dr. Martin Brenner, the supposed mastermind behind the madness. The only question now was whether or not I would learn the truth.

Parked outside of the structure, it felt no different than those creepy campfire tales my friends and I had swapped in our youth. This time, however, I knew I was going to go inside. I was going to settle fact and fiction.

I smoothed out my smart pencil skirt and clutched my notepad and two pens close to my chest (I had to have two, just in case one ran out in the middle of the interview, but I had tested them both twice before leaving the house). My modest high heels clicked against the pavement before stopping at the tall glass front door. I took one final deep breath before pulling it open.

The lobby was beyond what I was expecting. Panels of sleek, dark wood lined the walls, and a kind-eyed brunette woman sat behind a mahogany desk with a warmly lit lamp set atop it.

“How can I help you?” She spoke, folding her fingers together and resting them on her appointment book.

“I have a two o’clock with Dr. Brenner,” I replied. I could feel my knuckles turning white around my notepad.

The young lady glanced down at her calendar before tapping twice on my name.

“You’re right on time. I’ll buzz you through the main doors. Go down the hallway and go through security. They’ll guide you from there.”

“Thank you so much,” I responded, already making my way around her desk towards a set of hospital-like doors. She pressed a button behind her desk, sending a buzzing ring throughout the lobby, followed by the click of the door’s lock. I swung it open and entered a lengthy hallway lined with sterile white tile.

Scents of various disinfectants stung my nose as I rushed down the corridor. My watch read twelve minutes before two, and I prayed whatever security measures I had to clear wouldn’t take long.

Around the hallway’s corner stood a second pair of doors with a metal detector and X-ray machine before them. A slender, blonde-haired man dressed in all white stood patiently with his hands clasped in front of his belt next to the machinery.

“Hi, I have an appointment with Dr. Brenner,” I sputtered, paying no mind to the orderly as I set my belongings on the conveyor belt into the X-ray.

“Just remove your shoes, jacket and anything in your pockets,” his gentle voice instructed me.

I followed his orders, sending each of my items into the machine before I stood tall in front of the metal detector. The spotlessly clean man mirrored my stance on the opposite side. Our eyes met for a second before he silently raised two fingers and motioned me towards him with them. I felt a sting of intimidation rush through me as he locked his eyes on me while I stepped forward. My heart skipped a beat when the metal detector beeped.

“It’s okay. Step out and try again,” he commanded, his eyes still motionless.

I did as I was told, stepping backwards and then forwards. The metallic chime rang out once more.

“Are you wearing any jewelry?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“None at all…” I trailed off, touching my earlobes, fingers and neck.

“…Any I can’t see?” He spoke softly.

My eyes shot up to his, half offended by the question, “No.”

“One last time, then. Raise your hands above your head this time.”

I repeated my action, raising my hands as instructed. As predicted, the machine buzzed again.

“I’m going to have to pat you down. We’ll step into the security office for some privacy, okay?”

“Excuse me?” I spat, feeling my eyebrows raise with my temper.

“You don’t have to,” he smiled kindly, “you can always leave.”

I wished in my heart that he was joking, but I could tell he was deathly serious.

“Fine,” I spat, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You can put your shoes back on,” the orderly spoke gently. He picked up my blazer and notepad for me as I slipped my feet back into my heels impatiently.

“Let’s get this over with,” I sighed.

“Right this way,” he gestured into an open door. I walked in before him, nervously kneading my knuckles.

He set my items on a sterile steel table and turned to face me as I glanced around the office. The walls were the same bland tile, nothing on them except for a clock, which read ten minutes before two.

“Please hurry, I don’t want to be late for my meeting,” I pleaded, feeling the rising urge to tap my heels.

“You won’t be, I promise,” a cheeky smile spoke, “I’m Peter by the way.”

“Great, nice to meet you Peter. Let’s go,” I hurried him, not bothering to introduce myself to the security guard orderly that I would never see again.

“Arms out, feet shoulder-width apart,” he instructed. I obeyed yet again.

His palms clasped around the top of my right thigh and began to slowly pat inches at a time down my leg.

“You don’t have a female security guard to do this?” I huffed.

“I’m afraid not. The only women here are the nurse and the secretary,” Peter sighed. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the response.

Once down to my ankle, he raised his hands to check left leg, but the tip of his thumb grazed me where I was most sensitive, causing my breath to hitch. I prayed he hadn’t noticed as he worked his way further down.

“Nothing yet…” he reported once down to my foot.

A lightbulb went off in my head. My IUD. I had a copper birth control device in my cervix. Could that have set off the metal detector? Surely copper couldn’t trigger it. But what else could it possibly be? I knew that I genuinely had nothing, but how could I tell Peter that without proving it?

Peter began to pat down my right arm, from shoulder to wrist, before moving to my left.

“Listen, I swear I have nothing. I’m just a journalist…” I began to bargain.

“I actually do believe you, but it’s just laboratory protocol,” Peter grinned. His eyes shone a bright blue even in the dingy fluorescent lighting, and I felt a twinge of happiness that at least he was a gentleman.

“The metal detector indicated something at waist level, so I’ll need to examine there further. Again, you may leave at any time.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through my nose.

“Okay. Let’s get it over with.”

“I’m just going to slide two fingers into the waist band of your skirt, okay?” Peter informed more than he asked.

“Okay,” I nodded with a deep breath.

As he had narrated, his slender index and middle fingers from each hand slipped into the top of my skirt next to my hip bones, resting atop the hem. As I exhaled, the pressure on his knuckles decreased, the warmth of them abandoning the crisp caress of my blouse.

“Just going to slide them around to the back now,” he gently described his action. As promised, those slim fingers slithered around my hips towards my spine.

With his arms around my waist, I paused to glance at his sapphire eyes, preciously surveying his work. A breath left his lips and cascaded down my chest just as he lifted his touch from my body.

“All looks well, but I’m afraid that means I still have searching to do,” Peter sighed, clasping his hands in front of his belt buckle.

“This is ridiculous,” I fumed, “look, it must have been a fluke. I promise I just want to go to my interview and then leave.”

Peter’s doe-like eyes blinked innocently as I ranted.

“I believe you, miss, I really do. Unfortunately, it’s not my decision. You may either continue, or leave the facility,” his honeyed, overly calm voice stated.

“Fine. What next?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

Peter cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the floor between us before responding, “I’ll need you to remove your skirt so I may assess what’s underneath.”

“Assess what’s underneath? What are you, a fucking cop?” I protested, my voice growing in volume with each syllable. Peter didn’t bat an eye.

“You’re welcome to leave at any time, but this is protocol,” he assured me, “I’ll turn away while you undress.”

I thought back to all the time I had spent dreaming about being able to interview Dr. Brenner. The countless nights of sleep I lost staring at my ceiling dreaming about what I would write and what questions I would ask. Was I really going to back out now? Could I just chalk this up to one of the things a girl has to do to fulfill a dream?

I silently nodded and Peter turned on his heels to face the door.

The parting of the zipper was the only noise in the uncomfortable silence. I shimmied my skirt off my hips, allowing it to pool around my ankles before picking it up and grasping it timidly at my waist. The cool, sterile air brushed across my bare backside, sending a wave of goosebumps up to my neck.

“Okay,” I spoke shakily.

The orderly turned back to me and immediately placed his hand on my skirt. I allowed him to take it, kneading my fingers anxiously with nothing left to protect my modesty.

Peter crouched curiously at eye-level with my panties. I felt like a common whore standing before the stranger in nothing but my undergarments and high heels. Of course, today was the day I had decided to wear garters instead of regular pantyhose, which only amplified my bashfulness.

“Could have been these,” he noted, slipping his index finger beneath one of the nude garter straps holding up my stocking, snapping one of the metallic clasps against my thigh.

I felt my heart rate increase dramatically beneath his touch. Blood rushed to my core, causing a noticeable temperature increase between my legs. The visual alone of golden blonde locks kneeling before me was enough to create a knot in my abdomen that grew harder and harder to ignore.

The orderly tsked and shook his head, “I think that’s too small of an amount of metal. It must be something else.”

My palms began to grow clammy as I debated telling him about my contraceptive.  

“Could there be something… inside you? A medical device, perhaps?” Peter asked, his eyes shooting up to mine from between my legs. I had to tell him now.

“Yes,” I spat out, feeling my stomach turn, “I have a copper birth control device.”

“I see…” he trailed off, shifting his gaze to the floor.

“That’s it. I know that’s all. I was just scared to tell you, I had this crazy idea that you would have to confirm it or something.” I blurted, vomiting my words all over him.

A silence grew between us, and Peter’s choice not to disprove my absurd theory became increasingly worrisome. Finally, he rose to his feet, returning to his polite stance with his hands held above his belt.

“I”m afraid that actually is the case,” Peter finally confessed.

My head fell back as I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes imagining what exactly this process might look like. I glanced back at the clock on the wall. I had seven minutes left.

“You better be fucking fast,” I voiced sternly, turning back to those blue eyes.

“Not a problem. Remember, you may leave at any time,” he reassured me.

I nodded as he gestured towards a padded table lined with parchment-like paper, beckoning me to lay back across it. I relaxed back against it, closing my eyes as the orderly shuffled over and stood patiently next to the table.

“Would you like to remove your undergarments, or would you prefer I work around them?” He asked cordially, as if any of this process was anything less than crass.

“I’m in a hurry, just do what you have to do,” I instructed, closing my eyes and clasping my hands above my stomach.

His fingertips wasted no time snaking under my panties and pushing them aside. I exhaled slowly as his warm touch glided over my pussy.

“Breathe for me,” he guided. On my next inhale, he slipped a finger inside me.

Something between a pornographic moan and a wince escaped me, and I found myself biting my lip to prevent more from following it.

“You’re doing such a good job,” that silvery voice cooed.

A twinge of shame crawled from my stomach to my chest as I realized that I was already dripping wet from the interaction. Something about his maintained innocence -everything from his crisp white uniform to his “this is strictly protocol” attitude”- ignited a craving I didn’t know I had. Whatever it was, I knew it was going to make me miss my interview.

“Okay, I think I feel the string,” Peter remarked, shifting his body to give his arm a better angle.

I felt his finger begin to slide out of me when I jolted my eyes open and gripped his wrist assertively.

“Are you sure?” Was all I could managed to spit out.

I lessened my grasp on his wrist and relaxed slightly, “I mean. Are you positive? You don’t need more time?”

“I’m fairly certain, I mean…” he trailed off, clearly missing the memo.

“Peter,” I finally spoke his name, “I think you need to check more thoroughly.”

“Are you sure? You’re going to miss your interview…” those blue eyes batted at me, and suddenly I wasn’t the one feeling so bashful.

“Fuck my interview,” I moaned, guiding his middle finger up to join his index inside me.

“Oh my,” Peter’s voice dropped an octave and those precious blue eyes shifted infernal.

“Please?” I urged, shifting to allow him better access.

“I don’t know,” he falsely contemplated, sinking two fingers into my pussy as he spoke, “are you going to be good for me?”

I choked on a moan rising in my throat before closing my eyes and nodding rapidly. Peter clicked his tongue, uncertain of my answer. I squeezed my eyes tightly and allowed my chest to relax. The grim, florescent light suddenly felt warmer as his slender fingers thrust into me.

“Jesus,” he remarked, slowing his pace, “tightening up on me already, hmm?”

I whined a vague response, bucking my hips against him. Wordlessly, Peter grabbed my leg nearest to him and swung kit over his head so it rested atop his shoulder and stepped forward, forcing my back to arch to accommodate him. Whimpers flowed freely from me as he quickened his pace, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look down and take in the sight of his fingers sinking into me.

With his free hand, he reached up and snatched a fistful of hair at the crown of my head and jerked forward, “That’s right, watch my fingers fuck you.”

Whimpers fell into wanton moans, and Peter switched to using his middle and ring finger, curling devilishly where I needed him most.

“Shit, Peter, I’m going to c-“

Before I could even speak the words, the orderly removed his touch entirely from my pussy and released his grip on my hair. My leg slid off of his shoulder, hung carelessly off the edge of the table. Dumbfounded, my misty eyes searched for his. Peter stood motionless, watching me with no readable expression on his face.

Once I had managed to find my breath a little, he spoke, “Are you done?”

“What? No, I was about to and you-“

The back of Peter’s hand landed a heavy smack across my cheek as he leaned in close to whisper, “Are you done being a needy bitch?”

Holding my stinging cheek, I gazed up at him in erotic trepidation.

“Y-yes,” I whispered, not even convincing myself of my answer.

“Good,” he praised, creeping his hand back to my pussy, “let’s continue.”

My panties were pushed to the side once more, and my body lurched forward onto Peter’s fingers as they writhed back into me. He leaned over me, placing his free hand at the base of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I knew you were fucking dirty the second you walked around that corner.”

I felt myself grip him tighter as he accused me, enthralled with his whorish perception of me.

“Fuck, I’m so glad you had to search me, Peter,” I panted, squirming beneath him as his grip on my neck grew stronger.

A sinister chuckle crept from his throat, “I know, baby. Almost like it was meant to be, hmm?”

His question would have felt more ominous if the orgasm that I was fighting against wasn’t growing stronger by the second. I writhed beneath him harshly, now with the intention of staving myself off until Peter was ready. I spread my legs further for him, wrapping my right calf around his waist to give him direct access. My toes curled against the inside of my shoes as I struggled to pull him closer to me.

“Please, Peter, I can’t hold it back much longer,” I squealed, my vision blurring as I starred up at the bleak white ceiling tiles.

“What’s that? Are you begging me to let you cum?” Peter mocked, slowing his pace ever so slightly.

I nodded intently, feeling my chin brush against his knuckles.

“Almost. I know you can hold out just a little longer. Can you do that for me?” He positioned his face just inches from mine, tilting his chin up so he still looked down upon me. Appearing pathetic no longer mattered to me, I just wanted him to grant me release.

“Yes,” I told a half-truth. If he quickened his pace in the slightest, there would be no more waiting.

The stern grip on my throat vanished, his hand now working its way to the collar of my blouse. Without breaking eye contact, Peter effortlessly undid two of my buttons, leaving my sternum and the center of my bra exposed. Nimble fingers pushed the cup of my bra to the side, leaving half of my chest fully exposed. He traced around my nipple slowly at first, sending a shockwave sensation through my abdomen. As my pleasure peaked higher and higher, Peter’s lips swapped with his fingers, sucking teasingly at my flesh.

“Christ, I can’t- I have to-“ I stuttered between breaths.

“Go ahead. Let me hear you cum,” Peter permitted.

My leg’s grip on his waist doubled, and in my senseless passion, my hands clawed at his shoulders and across his back, finally releasing myself upon him. A stream of curses and lustful whimpers echoed through the overly-hygienic office, mixing flawlessly with Peter’s determined grunts as he pushed himself. Peter lifted his head from my chest as my climax began to fade, a bead of sweat falling from his furrowed brow to my sternum. His sapphire eyes bore into mine as the two of us panted back and forth.

“Taste yourself,” Peter commanded, sliding his fingers out of me and up to my tongue. I obliged, pleased at how his scent mingled with my taste. Pearly white teeth smiled approvingly at how eager I was to fill his request.

“I have a confession to make,” the orderly informed, bracing his weight on his palm, now resting next to my head.

“Yes?” I replied, slipping his fingers out of my mouth and holding them delicately between my own.

“I always set off the metal detector when pretty girls come through.”

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zorosleftshoe · 2 years

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Hey, can you do one where reader is easily scared and after long persuading finally agrees to go exploring with Sam & Colby and during exploring Sam scares her for fun/content and she gets super scared and starts crying/gets a panic atack and Colby gets very mad at Sam and comforts her and calms her down and it ends good/fluffy?

I kinda let this one get away from me. But I like how it turned out. I hope it’s okay and not too..much?

Fear - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, swearing, murder?

If you asked anyone, and I mean anyone, they would tell you my most evident personality trait was that I was startled easily. I was a red panda in human form. Then again, that’s what happens when at the age of seven a strange man finds his way into your home and creates one of the worst memories you’ll ever have. No, not a memory. A stain. I don’t like to think of it as a memory. Memories are meant to be good and that night was the beginning of a very long road to recovery.

I wouldn’t say it was an experience that set in stone who I was as a person but after that night I was always weary of the shadows. Never knowing what, or who, lurked in them.

I met Colby when I turned seventeen. He was just graduating high school and his career was taking off with vine. Although people said we were kindred souls and seemed attached at the hip, I couldn’t help but notice how he was this ray of light and I stuck to the shadows. Keep your enemies close, right? Even if they are dark corners or pitch black alleys that leave a pit in your stomach.

When Colby moved out to California with Sam, I followed. My mom had fallen into a dark spiral after that night and I had nothing anchoring me to Kansas with Colby leaving. He was my lifeline and I wasn’t ready to let go yet. So I stuck beside him through the different styles and creations he went through with his channel while the boys were discovering who they were. Eventually love found it’s way in. The late night talks were no longer just hushed words but sweet confessions and the lingering stares meant much more.

Finally, after months and months of different videos, Colby and Sam opted into testing out the investigation of the supernatural. And it fit. Suddenly the mood was lighter and the boys were content with what they were creating and publishing every video.

When Sam would ask Katrina to accompany them to the next haunted location, I could feel Colby’s eyes burning into the back of my head. I would never discourage him from what he loved to do but he knew how I felt about the paranormal and I knew how he felt about me tagging along. He wanted me to be a part of that portion of his life just as much as Kat was in Sam’s. Needless to say with every new location came a new argument. It was always the same. Colby begging me to just give a chance and then my immediate refusal.

He knew I was afraid of the dark. More so whatever was in it.

It didn’t stop there. He continued to ask every so often in different ways. Eventually it wasn’t even questioning. He would say ‘the Stanley has a nice little shop that sells crystals. I know you like those.’ in an attempt to peak my interest and finally after months of attempts, I gave in. My heart fluttered when I saw how big his smile was that day. How he pulled me into the tightest hug he could with an unspoken ‘I love you’.

Standing in front of Waverly Hills Sanatorium my heart was beating rapidly in my chest and my mind full of regret. I clung tightly to the jacket that was wrapped around my middle as Colby dug through the trunk with Sam. A soft tap on my shoulder tore me out of my thoughts and I reluctantly looked away from the intimidating building in front of me.

“I’ve been on tons of these. Nothing really bad has ever really happened.” Katrina said in attempts to reassure me. She squeezed my shoulder lovingly before turning around and walking back to the boys who were still looking in the trunk. I sighed heavily through my nose and made my way to Colby who was checking a few items to make sure the lights worked correctly.

“You promise this will be okay?” He looked up at my words and sat the instruments down before placing his hands gently on my upper arms. “You just know how I feel about these places and I’m already nervous about going in there and-“ he cut me off with a short kiss.

“I promise everything will be okay. You know I would never let anything hurt you.” Sucking my lip between my teeth I nibbled gently on the skin. He moved his hand to my chin and rubbed gently under my my newly attacked lip. “Don’t hurt your lip, baby.” With a heavy sigh, I release my lip and follow his actions with my eyes as he leans back down to grab the rest of the tools. As I followed closely behind the others into the old and worn down building that night so many years ago crept into my head.

Dad laughed loudly with his head thrown back as he held my mother close. The Christmas tree was illuminating the room with shades of pinks, blues, oranges, and reds as ‘A Christmas Story’ played quietly on the TV. Natalia was asleep on the couch beside me with her head resting in my lap and her soft snores filling the quiet space around us.

As the movie came to a close I saw dad kiss mom on the lips before standing up and walking in my direction. He lifted Natalia off the couch and ushered me off to bed. The night quickly grew silent as I laid there in bed too excited for Santa to be coming. Any minute now he would be here. As if he could hear my thoughts, I heard a soft thud coming from downstairs. My heart rate accelerated at the thought of catching Santa dropping off our presents so I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. That was until a blood curdling scream rang out through the house.

Even at seven years old your mind knows when something is wrong. But your decision making skills still have a few years before you can justify the decisions you make. I hop out of the bed and sneak to my bedroom door. The house is quiet now. All I can hear now is my heavy breathing as I place my ear against the door. For a few moments it’s quiet. Until I hear rapid footsteps increasing in my direction. My eyes widen and I quickly look around the room for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Bed? No. Too easy. Curtains? Don’t be stupid. Closet? Yes! There’s a hidden hutch in the back that if you don’t know it’s there you’ll miss it. As quietly as I can I race to the closet and to the back under the clothes where the board is. I remove it quickly and just I place it back I hear my bedroom door open.

Seconds feel like hours as I force myself to steady my breathing. By now I’m shaking. I can hear whoever it is rummaging through my bedroom trying to find something. Trying to find me. After awhile it goes quiet but I don’t dare move, I know better. So I stay there until I see the sun peeking through the bottom of the board and I slowly crawl out. The birds are chirping outside but the house is deathly still. With every step I take towards my parents room my hands shake even more. I turn the knob and when I open the door my stomach drops.

I don’t know how long I’ve stood there before I’m racing to the bathroom and leaning over the toilet emptying the contents of my stomach. Silent tears roll down my cheeks as try to erase the picture of my father from my mind. That’s when I noticed the red splotches on the bathtub. My stomach twists at the sight and I slowly rise to my feet before looking over the edge of the tub. When my eyes land on Natalia I feel like headed. The stench in the air is suddenly all I can notice. I quickly retreat from the bathroom and head towards the stairs. When I near the top of them the door and opens and my heart drops. He’s back. He’s come back to finish the job. But that doesn’t happen. Standing in front of me is my mother who places her keys in the bowl beside the door that sits on a table. Her smile is usually infectious but now I can’t bear to see it. She shakes her coat off her shoulders and places it on the hook before looking in my direction. When her eyes land on me she gasps.

“What happened?”

I shake the thought from my head as we trudge deeper into the building. Once we’re at the heart of the location Colby and Sam begin to set up a few things. Katrina is in her own world eyeing all the rooms with wonder. I stand a few feet away with my arms close to my body. I keep my eyes trained on Colby like I’m afraid to look around. To some extent, I am. Colby might not know it and I wouldn’t dare tell him but I couldn’t help but notice the dark figure lurking in one of the abandoned rooms as we walked passed.

That’s the thing about trauma. As you recover they teach you ways to cope. Ways to decipher what’s real and what’s not. Even years after my father and sister’s murders there are times where I can’t tell the two apart. Every hooded man on the street is the monster that slain them Christmas Eve while we slept in our beds and my mother was committing another crime. It was normal for my mind to play tricks on me and although Colby wasn’t around when it happened, he quickly adapted to my needs.

“You still with us, buttercup?” Colby’s voice dripped of honey as he spoke. He was always so sweet to me, even when he didn’t need to be.

“Yeah. What are we doing?” Colby glanced over at Sam with a look of uncertainty before stepping towards me and gently taking my elbow in his hand.

“Sam wants us to split up.” I shrugged and tugged my bottom lip between my teeth again.

“Okay. So us then Sam and Kat?” He shook his head. “Then who?” He sighed heavily and used his free hand to brush my hair out of my face and behind my ear.

“We’re gonna go off on our own.” My eyes widen at his words and I immediately shaky my head. “Just listen-“

“No, Colby. You already know I’m scared out of my mind being here. If I go off on my own I’ll probably have a heart attack and then you’ll be reaching out to me with your ouija boards and shit.” I knew I was being dramatic. If there really was an afterlife, or if ghost were real, how could my dad have not reached out?

“It’ll only be for half an hour. Tops.” My bottom lip is raw now from the constant chewing and I sigh heavily. If I don’t do this, I’ll ruin their video.

“Fine. Half an hour.” We all go our separate ways with a different camera. I turn mine on and begin recording. “I would just like to reiterate that I think this is a dumb idea. You never split up in horror movies. Well, they do. Which is the problem.” I hear a thud from a room in front of me and hold my breath. “Did you hear that?” My heart is already hammering in my chest as I continue forward. “I’m not brave enough for this which is why I’m talking to you.” I say looking at the camera. “At least if I die, you’ll have my last moments captured on camera. Hopefully my last words are something cool.” Another thud. “Is someone there?” I ask to the openness around me. My eyes are starting to brim with tears and I quickly blink them away before looking down at the camera. “I’m not about to cry in front of you guys.” I continue down the hallway and just as I’m about to round the corner I hear a soft whisper behind me. “Guys.” I say softly to the camera. By now I’m shitting myself. I’m shaking life a leaf.

“Ring a round the Rosie, A pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall,” there’s a soft pause between the creepy sing song music before I feel a breath on my neck. “Down!” I let out a scream and the camera falls from my hands. The tears begin to fall as I start to crawl backwards covering my eyes with arms.

“No!” I cry out as I feel my back hit the wall. “Leave me alone!” My breaths come short and fast as I wave my arms in attempt to keep myself safe. “No!” My cheeks are stained now and I don’t dare look up. My head feels like at the lack of oxygen and I feel my eyelids growing heavy.

“What the hell?” I don’t register the voice immediately due to the haze I am but when I feel hands on me I’m pulled out of it as I let out another scream. “What did you do?” The voice is full of anger.

“It was just a joke, Colby. We were just trying to get some good content for the video. We didn’t know she would react like this.” Another voice piped up. The hands that are on my body are gentle.

“Can I touch you?” I don’t know if they’re questioning me but I nod. Whoever this is isn’t a threat and I need help calming down before I pass out. “I’m gonna put your hand on my chest, okay? I need you to match my breathing. Can you do that for me?” My eyes are closed but I nod in response. I feel the heavy rise and fall of their chest and I attempt to mimic it. “Good. Just focus on my breathing.” As I focus on the rising and falling my mind drifts to the blueness of Colby’s eyes. How they remind me of the ocean. How deep and vast it is and suddenly I’m grounded. I open my eyes and there are those blue eyes. “I’m right here.” I let out a sob and throw my arms around his shoulders. He’s quiet but I can feel him softly rubbing circles into my back. When I open my eyes I examine the room, from Sam and Kat who are stood with faces full of guilt, to the broken camera on the ground next to us.

“Oh, Colby!” My lip trembles again at the realization I broke his camera and he shakes his head before ‘sh’ing me.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He says putting emphasis on the you. Sam shifts his weight and I glance up at them with teary eyes.

“Why?” Katrina won’t even look me in the eyes and Sam is focused on his shoes.

“We wanted good content for the video and Kat has already been in so many. Since it was your first video it was kinda just-“

“A hazing thing?” I ask and Sam shrugs. I know he feels bad because I’ve been friend with him just as long as I’ve been friends with Colby. The only difference? I left Sam in the dark about what happened to my family.

“You knew how hard I fought to get her to be in a video and you do this? She’s never gonna be in one again. You realize that right?” Colby is fuming. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Sam is still confused. He doesn’t understand why a simple prank would cause a full on meltdown and although it was in poor taste, it’s not entirely his fault. “Seriously, man! Use your brain.”

“I’m sorry, Colby. We were just trying to have some fun.” Sam argues.

“Fun? You’ve been her friend as long as I have. You know she scares easily and you also know she has panic attacks. Hell, you’ve been there for a few. What would make you think this was a good idea?” Sam shrugs again.

“We were banking on her getting scared, Colby. We didn’t know she would react that way.” He pauses and looks over at me. “I’m sorry. If we knew, you know we wouldn’t have done this.” He looks back to Colby. “You’re her boyfriend. You know more than we do. You know more than I do even being her best friend. Let’s just finish this and go to the hotel.” Colby scoffs before rising to his feet and helping me up.

“No. You can finish this and I’ll take her to the hotel so she can relax. After that I’m not letting her stay another minute here.” Colby takes my hand and pushes passed Sam who gives me an awkward smile. “I can’t believe him!” Colby says once we’re safely in the car.

“He didn’t know.” He huffs.

“He doesn’t need to know. That’s the problem. He knows how much I wanted you to come and he pulls a silly prank that sends you into a full on panic attack.” I can tell he’s still angry by the way he clutches onto the wheel. His knuckles are a ghostly white and his jaw is clenched so tight I’m worried for his teeth.

“It’s not his fault he doesn’t know my family was murdered. Aside from the people that saw it in the paper seventeen years ago, I don’t think a lot of people do.” It’s silent for a few moments before I speak again. “I’m sorry.” Colby’s grip loosens and he looks over at me quickly.

“Why are you sorry?”

“You have to deal with all this. You shouldn’t have to and I’m just sorry.” Colby pulls off the main road and puts the car in park before turning his body towards me and taking my hand.

“You are not a burden to me. I love you and everything that comes with you.” I go to speak but he quickly cuts me off. “What ever that may be. No matter what that may be.” He presses a gentle hand against the side of my neck and leans closer. “You are the sun that lights up my world and the moon that moves my oceans. There will never be another you. Trauma and all.” A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek and he kisses it away before pressing his lips against mine. “I love you.” He rests his forehead against mine for a moment before leaning back and putting the car in drive.

“I love you, Colbs. I never thought fairytales were real.” He looks over at me with a dazed smile. “They are. You just have to know where to look.”

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I'm working late today in an entirely empty office. I sure would love it if Curtis took me away!!

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It wasn't until you switched off your laptop and grabbed your purse from the cabinet behind you, that you realized the office has gone all quiet and dark.

No, not the office itself. Entire floor.

You were so immersed in finishing that report and scanning through the prospect for the chain of meetings next week, that you haven't noticed how everyone left. One by one.

They each said their usual goodbyes, but you replied mechanically, not fully conscious what was happening in the reality. Time flew, stealing last rays of sunlight and leaving the city submerged in starless darkness.

A chill jolted down your spine as you looked at the dots of light down below, where street lamps provided the only semblance of hope and safety in otherwise dangerous nights.

Thankfully, the metro station was right around the corner and it wasn't yet too late for it to be mostly empty.

As you left the office and waited for the elevator, the sense of uneasiness heightened. It crept up your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand.

Swallowing nervously, you looked around, but no shadow moved out of its place. You listened for any unusual sound, focusing on it so hard that the ping announcing the elevator's arrival nearly gave you a heart attack.

You clutched your bag to your side and tapped your foot nervously as the ride to the ground floor seemed to take forever.

Something was wrong. Something was lurking. You just didn't know what, yet.Or maybe it was time to take a break from the crime podcasts you've been listening to lately.

Ground floor was as eerily quiet as the rest of the building. Your heart hammered in your chest, your steps faltering, as you noticed the security guard wasn't there at the main desk.

Curtis, though a man of a few words and very serious about his job, always made you feel safe and a little more light when he exchanged a few words with you whenever you walked out of the building.

A vision of his dead, bloodied body entered your mind. Thankfully, it vanished a few seconds later when a beam from a flashlight caught your attention. Curtis was coming from around the corner. He nodded at you and directed the light of his flashlight at the main entry gate.

"You're not the last one tonight." He called across the hall. "Those lawyers from the twenty sixth floor are still in. I bet they're gonna spend the night."

"Thanks, Curtis!" You smiled at him and walked out with a renewed sense of safety.

Tomorrow, you'd bring Curtis a bag of blueberry muffins as a token of gratitude.

With a smile still softly curving your lips, you cut across the pavement toward the metro station. Until suddenly someone called your name.

Dread washed over you. Worse than what you felt in the mostly empty building mere minutes ago. Because you knew that voice. Soft, soothing, but the more dangerous for it.

You spent months trying to avoid him. Told him no, over and over again. It was as if he didn't listen at all. No matter how many times you ghosted him, or blocked him on social media, he always found a way to return into your life. And no one took your side, because he was so sweet and caring, so why couldn't you give him a real chance (as per your mother's reasoning).

"Cole," you whispered his name in fear.

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The Rift

From the forming rips in the earth’s beautiful skin glowed purple; brilliant rays of lavender and magenta combined, with beams of light matching the stars, created wounds that expanded across all of the horizons. Buildings were cracked in half, shattered like feeble glass, and others disappeared entirely, neverminding who or what was inside. Villagers and animals ran from the purple, many unable to escape, crying out for the guardians of the continent.

The Hermit of the mines, TFC, had felt the earthquakes long before they arrived. He noticed the way the monsters began to cower, even ran past him, and how the bats flocked to him for protection. The older man was the first to encounter a rip in the underneath. It had nearly swallowed him whole if not for his quick thinking. TFC gathered up everything he could as the earth rumbled - including the bats - and scrambled out of his mines. Thankfully, the miner sustained few injuries. It was TFC, accompanied by a bird, who reported the strange phenomenon that allowed the other Hermits - the supposed guardians - to act.

Several Hermits had spread out, saving who and what they could. False had led the recovery charge, commanding her fellow Hermits with the grace of a true warrior. However, even with her leadership on the surface, many were unable to be helped. For every shulker of valuables Etho gathered, Beef lost several cattle. For every villager Stress saved, Tango wasn’t able to save entire farms - losing pounds upon pounds of redstone. It was a game of balance, an ability to win but with cost, and no Hermit knew how long they had.

In the meanwhile, the Admin had the rest of the Hermits at the source - as close as they could be, housed in the Entity that seemed unaffected. The Rift had grown significantly bigger, swallowing Grian’s base whole without thought, creating a massive crater. As if it couldn’t get any worse; Xisuma had started looking through code hours ago, but what was dubbed the Rift left no error in the code. There was nothing he could trace, nothing he could find, and nothing he could do. Xisuma looked at the Hermits who were’t on recovery. Iskall and Mumbo were some of the best redstoners, Doc was immaculate at breaking the established universe, Grian caused the entire mess, and Scar was leaning out of the Entity, trying to touch the Rift.

“Scar, no!” Grian grabbed Scar and pulled him back.

“Get a hold of yourself, Scar!” Doc yelled, pausing his pacing to do so.

Scar blinked. “But it reacts!-”

Xisuma shushed them. “We can’t lose a Hermit. Scar, stay away from any exits.”

“Why am I here then?!” Scar asked, confusion painted in his face.

“You’re-...” Xisuma stuttered. “You’re a terraformer! The Rift is terraforming the earth! We might- we might need you…”

“It reacts…?” Iskall mumbled, grabbing a piece of wood from a chest. The redstoner knelt by the entrance and threw the wood toward the edge of a deep chasm. He jumped back in surprise when a wave of purple snatched the piece of wood, pulling it into purple. “You guys saw that, right?”

Mumbo nodded, kneeling beside Iskall while Doc stood over them. “Why isn’t it doing that to the Entity?”

“It’s the Entity.” Grian answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“It could… be a safe space.” Doc said, moving the two redstoners aside to stick his hand out, only to pull it back when part of the Rift extended toward him. “It’s a safe space, oh dear malarky- Grian, how did you do this?!”

Grian scrambled. “I-I built it! It’s just colored glass and ender rods!”

“Ender rods…” Iskall tapped the side of his index to his lips. “Ender rods don’t have a history of teleporting items or people… but maybe there’s something in the glass its reacting to?”

“Glass is just sand-” Mumbo pointed out.

Doc let out a frustrated hiss .”Sand heated at one thousand degrees celsius - four thousand at fahrenheit… All of that done in furnace without us interfering. Nothing should’ve gotten into the glass-”

“Well, something did.” Mumbo said.

Xisuma checked the coding once more. “I still can’t find anything wrong with the code. We’re gonna have to go with the natural world explanation - as much as we hate it.”

“Or the unnatural.”

The Admit and Hermits looked at Grian, who approached the entrance with hesitation. His eyes of lack coal stared at his creation, his wings and body tense.

“Grian…?” It was Scar who called out his name.

With a sigh, Grian rapped his knuckles against the stony walls of the Entity.

“Get us down there.” Grian commanded, a faint purple glow appearing on his forehead, under his mess of curled bangs.

The Entity slowly began to move, its heartbeat becoming more alive, surprising the Admin and other Hermits. While the others grabbed on for dear life, Grian stayed standing at the entrance. Once the Entity stretched its legs, it began to crawl toward the crater, walking on the Rift as if it was another floor. Several chests slide around, but never went far, unlike the panicked screaming of the others.

Finally, the Entity stood at the bottom of the rift crater, where the living galaxy’s stars were most intense and clear.

Grian patted the Entity with a smile. “Good interdimensional being, good Entity.”

There was rumbling in the walls of the Entity, mimicking that of a purr.

“G-Grian… what the heck?!” Xisuma was panicking, more than he should. He witness the entire moon crashing onto a continent, yet a moving rock with legs is what scared him most.

“One problem at a time?” Grian looked down at the portal-esque galaxy. “This is as close to the source as we can get without getting absorbed.”

“As close, he says.” Iskall rubbed the stress away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” Mumbo followed. “As if we aren’t standing on it!”

Doc went by Grian’s side. “Wow… it’s kinda pretty…”

“Don’t get pulled in.” Grian warned, sending a glare Scar’s way. “This should help, right?”

“Grian…” Xisuma said, slowly, as if a warning. “Come here.”

Confused, the avian approached. “What is iiiiiiit- oh my Void-”

On the screen of code, the code had switched from the common tongue the hermits agreed on using, to one of ancient history. Grian’s eyes grew wide seeing it.

“Why would it…”

“And,” Xisuma added. “Yours and the Rift’s coding is the exact same.”

There was a moment of silence.

“What?” Mumbo was the first one to speak.

Xisuma nodded. “Furthermore… only a section of the Rift is present. The rest of the Rift - all the chasms and holes - are not showing up. Does this symbol look familiar?”

Grian tared at the screen, slowly nodding. “That was the original Rift…”

“As much I don’t want to say it… G, the Rift is connected to you-”

“I know.” Grian cut Xisuma off. “I know what I have to do.”

“What do you have to do?” Iskall asked.

Grian went back to the entrance then tapped on the Entity’s walls. “Let me leave. Get them home.”

“G?” Scar took a hold of Grian’s arm, pulling him back. “What are you doing?”

Grian paused, avoiding looking Scar in the eyes. “S-... say hi to Jellie for me, okay?”

“Wh- Grian, what are you talking about? What are you planning?” Scar cupped both of Grian’s cheek, forcing the avian to look at him. “What are you doing…?”

“I-...” Grian closed his eyes, sighing out a deep breath. He took Scar’s hands and set a small, rectangle shaped device in them, not allowing Scar to see. “You and Mumbo take care of him, hear me?”

“Grian?-” Before Scar could utter another word, Grian jumped out of the Entity. “Grian!”

A chorus of Grian’s name could be heard following Scar, all in vain. At once, the Entity scrambled out of the crater. Xisuma and Doc held back Scar, not allowing the terraformer to join Grian. The sudden sound of infinite glass shattering echoed in the Admin and Hermits’ ears, mixing with the quickening thump thump thump of the Entity’s heart.

The entire world shook at its core, sending waves of pulsing energy, rattling the ground and knocking down all, even the birds and Hermits who were using elytras. Even the Entity lost its footing, causing the few inside to spiral. It seemed to last hours until, finally, everything stopped. The earthquakes ceased, the wounds had healed themselves, leaving no trace of the Rift.

“Ow…” Scar shoved a dazzed Mumbo off of him. He attempted to stand, but a rush of nausea hit him like a bullet train. His head spun in the worst of ways, so Scar remained lying on the floor of the Entity.

“Is… everyone okay…?” Xisuma sat up, shutting his eyes tightly.

“I’m alive, if that counts…” Mumbo groaned. “I might need to go on another vacation…”

Iskall held up a thumb and Doc hissed lowly.

“Grian…” Scar tried once more to get up. “Where’s Grian…?”

“I don’t know-” Xisuma was the first to stand, stumbling toward the entrance. “... everything looks normal. I think we’re at Mumbo’s vault?”

“Impossible…” Mumbo was second to stand, peaking his head out of the entrance. “I don’t see Grian’s base.”

Doc pulled up Iskall, allowing the shorter man to lean on him. “Wasn’t it swallowed up?”

“I-... excuse me, Mx. Entity?” Mumbo wasn’t entirely sure who - or what - he was speaking to. Or if it would listen. “Can you move? We want to see the bridge.”

Slowly, the Entity hopped down from Mumbo’s vault and turned toward the bridge. The Admin and Hermits felt collective sorrow. Grian’s base wasn’t there, nor was the bridge. Any trace of it was left in the moon shaped portal, more damaged than it was previously.

Xisuma hopped out of the Entity, making sure it was safe before helping the others out. He pulled up the code, finding nothing. “No sign of Grian…”

“Nether?” Iskall asked.

“Where’s the nearest portal?” Xisuma glanced at the moon portal.

Even in the Nether there was no trace of Grian or his influence on the continent. Everything he has built, apart from the Entity, were erased, while every other building was repaired with subtle cracks - like scars. However, all the villagers and animals lost did not return. No amount of searching gave results.

“The only thing left to do is… rebuild.” Xisuma said, once every Hermit was in attendance for the gathering.

They were not about to abandon this continent. Not like the last one.

This time they all could do something.

“Hey, Scar?” Bdubs approached the unusually quiet terraformer. “Guess who I found!”

Scar looked at Bdubs, expecting nothing, but being filled with painful joy. “Jellie!”

“Yeah!” Bdubs handed the beautiful cat over, holding back giggles as Scar held her close. “I found her on a tiny island surrounded by the purple stuff before it poofed! She was totally unbothered! She has the luckiest nine lives ever!”

“Thanks, Bdubs…” Scar felt a lump swell in his throat. Cool tears rained down his heated cheeks, falling onto Jellie’s fur. “You… you didn’t see Grian anywhere, did you?”

Bdubs pouted his lips. “No… I didn’t… I’m sorry, Scar.”

“It’s fine.” With a small sniffle, a wipe of his eyes, Scar forced a smile. “He’ll show up, I’m sure of it. Hey, I’ll catch up with you later to help with rebuilding. I gotta do something.”

Bdubs didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyways. “Okay, dude…”

Scar carried Jellie away, chewing on his lip and peeling the skin off. Jellie mewled in protest, shoving herself against Scar’s mouth to get him to stop. It worked, mostly. At least his hand her occupied. He never opened his other hand, where Grian’s strange rectangle was still waiting to be revealed. Scar wasn’t sure if he should look at it.

It was Grian’s. He said to take care of it- him. Take care of him.

Slowly, hesitantly, Scar unraveled his fist.

“A… tomogatchi?” Scar furrowed his brows in confusion, turning on the rectangular tomogatchi to see if there was anything else. The screen flickered blue, then three lighter blue dots appeared, doing the wave for a few seconds. “What in the Vex- OHMYELVENKISSES-”

Square eyes opened on the device, blinking at Scar as its mustache appeared. Scar nearly dropped the poor thing as text appeared.

Hello!

“Oh my Vex, it talks-”

My name is Grumbot! Of course I talk! He/They please!

“Grumbot…?” Scar could physically feel the buffering circle in his brain. “Oh, from the mayoral campaign! That was a long time ago, oh my Vex-”

Hello, Mr. Scar! Hello, jelly kitty!

“Hi, Grumbot, how- why- I thought you were left in your box?”

No, sir! Not for long! Fathers brought me with them!

“Fathers- right, Mumbo and Gr…Grian…” Scar couldn’t help but frown.

Yes! Where are my fathers, sir? I want to see them!

Scar looked around at the remaining Hermits, seeing if Mumbo was around. It wasn’t hard finding the tall, lanky man of black and red, and Scar nearly sprinted over. “Mumbo! Mumbo, hi!”

“Hi, Scar, I was looking for you-”

“What a coincidence! I was looking for you!” Scar held up Grumbot. “I think- I think Grian meant to give him to you.”

Mumbo took Grumbot-gatchi and gave the little device a gentle kiss. “Hi, buddy…”

Scar watched Mumbo talk to Grumbot, unable to see the text.

“I’m, uh, I’m alive, Grumbot… Yes, I’ve been eating- no, no projects have been keeping me up. Grumbot-...” Mumbo was silent for a long time. “Grian is gone, Grumbot… we don’t know where he is. And… Grumbot, don’t overheat, we are still looking… Of course I’m not going to abandon you- Scar is gonna help me take care of you, okay?”

“I am-?”

Mumbo looked at Scar with an unreadable look - a mix of glaring and desperation. “Yes. You are. Grian asked you to.”

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