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Hello i hope ur doing alright this is my first time requesting, can u do svt reaction to reader tweaking on them, thank you <3
18+ / mdi
s/o twerking on them
content: smut, suggestive content, twerking, grinding, allusions to sex, established relationship implied, etc.
wc: 575
a/n: thank u for the request<3
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seungcheol -
mixture of shocked and impressed if you ever started dancing up on him. it'd take him a second to catch up to you and put his hands on your hips to guide you against him. he'd already find you sexy, but you dancing up on him would just make it way worse for him.
jeonghan -
wide eyes and mouth agape. he's not often caught off guard but sometimes a guy needs a warning before a bad bitch starts twerking/grinding on him. he'd scold you for trying to seduce him afterwards, telling you to show him again in private later.
joshua -
sometimes he gives me the frat boy vibe when he drinks so i think that under the right circumstances he'd have you dance up on him and even lead you as you twerked on him. will have you bent over and doing everything under the sun as you dance up on each other.
jun -
his eyes widen in shock when you first press up against him, looking around as if someone or something will tell him what to do. he'll chuckle awkwardly as he tries to get you to turn around, knowing that your ass pressed up against him will only get him into problems ..
soonyoung -
immediately goes into fuckboy mode, grinding against you and just enjoying the moment with you. finds it incredibly hot when you dance, so he always encourages and participates when you wanna dance up on him.
wonwoo -
he keeps to himself a lot so he'd be a little flustered at you twerking on him in a public setting. however, he'd still enjoy the attention you're giving him and would want to encourage your fun. has to will his boner to go away, but what can you do.
jihoon -
incredibly flustered and unknowing of how to react. loves the sight and the feeling of you twerking on him, but he'd just freeze, not knowing what the correct way to proceed was. his face would go crazy red snd he'd have to excuse himself after a bit.
seokmin -
he probably started it. it takes zero encouragement for him to start twerking on you. he'd be ecstatic if you joined him in on it.
mingyu -
i know he enjoys clubbing from time to time, so i think he'd encourage you to throw it back on him if you ever went clubbing together. an expert at receiving it lmao.
minghao -
amused at you. loves seeing you having fun and enjoying yourself, so he'll encourage you a bit. won't go to crazy in letting you push yourself up against him, but will still entertain you in your dancing for a while.
seungkwan -
scandalized and shocked lol. wouldnt know what to do like is he supposed to grind on you? should he hold onto your hips? should he scold you and tell you to leave that for private? he's had friends twerk on him before, but it's usually done as a joke. would not know how to react.
vernon -
pleasantly surprised. his hands would go to your hips, taking turns between your hips and waist as he let you lead both yours and his moves as you moved against him. just very happy to be there.
chan -
freezes for a bit before joining you in your dancing, hands leading your dancing against him as he presses himself up against your ass. literally has the time of his life as you dance up on him.
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Curious to know why you wanted the veil to come down? I personally wouldâve liked the option because it sets the world to how it was meant to be, BUT came to the understanding (idk if understanding is the right word but thatâs what Iâm using here lol) that because it would bunk up everything for everyone in the world currently, it was kinder/safer for everyone currently alive to leave it in place. After all itâs all anyone has known and not knowing the result of tearing it down was too big a risk. To let people keep living their lives instead of essentially turning back the clock was the safer option which is why Iâm actually not super upset about not having âtear it downâ as an option. It wouldâve been nice to have it. In fact thatâs probably the route I wouldâve taken had it been available, but I can understand why the team and Rook donât see it that way.
I think if we look at it from a developer standpoint it does look like them wanting to keep the status quo, but if you look at it from an in-world standpoint of âthe world as it is now had been in place for thousands of years and itâs all anyone knows. Itâs too risky/scary to tear it down just because you (Solas) canât move on from your regrets that led to its creation in the first placeâ makes sense to me. Like a âyou made your bed, itâs time to finally lie in itâ kind of way. If they do make a DA5 (doubtful since it seemed like this game was meant to tie up or throw out loose ends) maybe it will be about finding ways to tear it down that wouldnât idkâŚrisk also messing up the world people currently reside in
Also question, because I mighta missed it, but if the veil is torn down completely would that not release the blight in its entirety? I thought that was also why they couldnât take it down. I know Solas said he âhad a planâ but was that a plan to not let the blight out if he took the veil down? I think that because that was my understanding of the blight thatâs also why I wasnât as pressed about not getting a tear down option, but now I just canât seem to remember if that was the case with the blight or not
Hello and thank you for this ask! I so appreciate you leaving this for me so I can iron out my thoughts, because in many ways, the ending really did not go the way I thought it would. Spoilers/novel-length response under the cut!
After all, it was foreshadowed multiple times in the previous games. The biggest foreshadowing was Sandal's prophecy back in DA2, which was clearly the first draft of the events of this game:
One day the magic will come back - all of it. Everyone will be just like they were.
The "everyone" in this scenario could very well have meant the dwarves, but it also could have meant everyone. Elves, spirits, dwarves, everyone that lost something from the Veil going up. That was supposed to be what was coming. Every tear in the veil, every claim that it was weakening or failing in any way, served as (I thought) foreshadowing to it coming down.
And the series gives us very valid reasons for it to do so.
The main reason the Veil should have come down, for me, was to save the spirits. They're essentially trapped in the Fade, pressing against the Veil and constantly twisting themselves into the wrong shapes to be able to get to the waking world because they do not understand why they aren't part of it. Yes, it is kinder and safer for everyone in the waking world to not disrupt it by letting the world bring itself back together -- but what about the spirits? The ending, in its current state, disregards them completely. As if we haven't spent the last 3 games building them up as people. Not just that, but as the other people (besides elves) that Solas wronged by throwing up the Veil.
The games have had multiple instances of (for lack of a better word) humanizing spirits for us, by giving us characters like Justice and Cole, the All New, Faded For Her spirit, and now the demon Spite. They're naturally drawn to the waking world, to people, to strong emotion. The Veil acts as a barrier for them to truly experience the world, and when forced through it, they tend to become demons. But we are very much meant to see those characters as people, and Solas's entire argument in Inquisition was that they suffered from the Veil, too -- and no one else alive in Thedas seemed to care. Now that he's gone, that's actually the case.
In Trespasser, he was originally tearing down the veil for the spirits, not just the elves, and ended up killing Mythal to be able to have the power to do so. Veilguard wants to pretend it was for her, all along, despite the fact that he quite literally snuffed out one of the last shreds of her existence in the previous game in the name of helping the spirits and the elvhen.
But of course, we learn that the Veil doesn't just contain the Evanuris in this game, right? It also contains the rest of the blight! And shortly after we reach this revelation (depending on when you watched all of the memories) we discover that the very first Tranquil beings in Thedas were the titans (sundered from their spirit + achievement for the memory is quite literally called Tranquility), and that the blight comes from their madness. It is essentially the titans' nightmares!
Now, when we learned that in-game, I absolutely thought the next course of action would be to help them. Not just because it would stop the blight in its tracks and remove one reason for the Veil being up, but it would also snatch away the main weapon of the Evanuris, AND ALSO heal them for the sake of the dwarves. To help them reclaim that part of themselves long-since sundered. Veilguard actually gives us no explanation as to why we DON'T do this. Reversing the damage is briefly considered by Emmrich as a possibility, and never brought up again -- why didn't the team immediately pivot to that, given Harding's presence and connection to the stone? She alone (being the only dwarf currently in Thedas who had that connection) could have led us right to the remaining titans, and we could have used the dagger (the same one used to sunder their spirits in the first place) to heal them, much like the Inquisitor used the anchor to heal.
I had thought this was foreshadowed heavily in Inquisition, given that Solas learns (and is deeply intrigued by) the Inquisitor using the anchor not to rip open the Veil, but to heal it instead -- there's even a codex entry on it in this game. We also learned in Inquisition (Nope, actually DA: Asunder) that Tranquility can be reversed, but very little is done with that revelation in that game's plot -- surely it was meant to set up reversal of the titans' Tranquility in this game? For us to go fix it? Apparently not.
Regardless, that solution (helping the titans) would also have rendered the Evanuris blight-less, defanging them and taking away their favorite toy thus truly evening out the playing field and making the final fight of the game far more believable. Like, in its current state, my little Antivan Crow Rogue Rook kills Elgar'nan. The first of the firstborn. The oldest and strongest of the evanuris. At full power. Something Solas could not do. And Rook did it without even a single power boost -- and yes, I do think that Rook should have taken on the essence of Mythal, leading to Solas having an oh my god there's two of them moment. But that's not really my point in this absolute essay I'm writing you (I'm so sorry if it's more than what you bargained for lol)
My POINT! Is that we finished out Trespasser with Solas treasuring the possibility of being wrong about his plans. We are led to believe that the Inquisitor (or, you know, the protagonist of the next game) is going to find an alternative route, or a reason for him to leave the Veil up -- something that would prove him wrong. Ultimately, my point is that the revelations about the titans should have been that reason. Fixing them, rejoining them with their spirits and curing their tranquility, should have been the alternative that Rook/the Inquisitor presented him. And frankly, that should have been his fucking atonement. None of this bullshit at the end of the game with him binding himself to the Veil, he's quite literally reinforcing the band-aid he slapped over the world instead of getting to the root of the problem. Which is the titans. He should have helped them. He alone probably knows fucking how, since he broke them in the first place. It doesn't make any sense that he didn't... consider that avenue in the first place?
So by the end of the game, it's like oh, great! The Veil is now reinforced so the spirits will continue to suffer. And there's also a very real possibility that the one dwarf in Thedas with stone sense just died, jeopardizing any chances the dwarves had of reconnecting with or helping the titans. So now the titans will continue to suffer too! Yay! All of this buildup was completely pointless!
Given that they're doing a hard reboot of the series (the south was destroyed anyway, any future games likely won't take place there and Thedas as we know it pretty much went through an apocalypse/had way more death than the original ritual would have created), it would have made perfect fucking sense to boardwipe the world and change everything in it by BRINGING DOWN THE VEIL. It would quite literally have accomplished the exact same thing the superblight did, but with added benefits of spirits being free to roam about the cabin, and we could potentially have gotten the freaking titans back. Holy hell. The worst part is that they're still alive. Like, they're more scattered and disparate, clearly, but we're just leaving them in the past? Oh my god, they're still alive! What are we doing! Why aren't we helping them, why aren't we giving the dwarves back their dreams and their magic! Are we seriously supposed to accept that these are just the way things are now, despite the fact that we have a dwarven success story in the party with us? The new postergirl for dwarves getting their magic and their dreams back with very little negative side effects?
Like, the game doesn't do anything to try to convince us it would be a bad thing to save the titans, doesn't do anything to suggest that we should leave this any of this stuff (which, apparently now includes the Dalish, because Arlathan was given to the Veil Jumpers) in the past. It also doesn't put up a great argument for keeping the Veil up, either -- Rook repeatedly says Solas will drown the world in demons, and he doesn't correct them simply because he doesn't respect them -- but we, the players, know that would not be the case. He would have quite literally reunited the world with itself, on multiple levels.
I'm sorry. I'm so irritated about it all, if that wasn't clear by the novel. Thank you again for asking, it was good to get this out. Veil should have come down.
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Yeah I did not want Leo to be alone right after this, and I didnât want Piper to be alone with it either. Canon may refuse to let them go to Jasonâs funeral, but I will let them grieve together, damn it!
The backstory/pre-plot part actually ended up being quite a bit more than just a prologue, itâs the first few chapters, but I hope itâll still feel well-paced and fitting when we get around to the rest of them! I wanted to take the time to get into all the feelings and set up/resolve some stuff, plus sticking to the ToA timeline I had to get to the point where Apollo is back on Mount Olympus, which takes a minute. Most of it is relevant and will be back to haunt Leo later!
Responding to the bullet points by putting the relevant numbers in front (not sure why it apparently changed all of yours to 1. in this reblog, theyâre correct if I look at your post?? Very strange)
2. Yep! Leo not feeling loved/worthy of love was a huge deal in HoO, and all canon did was put a girlfriend on it and pretend weâre good now, but we will not be doing that here! Leo will learn to recognize that heâs loved, and if itâs the last thing he does :)
4. This bugged me so much in HoO you have no idea. I actually kind of prefer HoO to pjo just because I adore all the characters, but plot wise itâs all over the place and we really miss out on a bunch of friendship stuff because itâs so focused on all the love triangles. I need more platonic Argo bonding!! Let them all be buddies!!
5. This is partially me being demiromantic but many if not all my favorite ships are characters that have strong platonic bonds first. Something something marrying your best friend. I also feel like Leo and Jason both took forever to realize they were into each other (Leo grumbling about Jason constantly being hot in his general vicinity being the reason why he doesnât have a girlfriend will always crack me up, lol, and Jason spent so long doing what he thought he was supposed to/what was expected of him, including his relationship with Piper, that he didnât really get to stop and properly have a sexuality crisis for ages) so I wanted to re-establish that for the fic, especially since valgrace fics are kind of split on whether they have jiper happen and break up like they did in canon or just never have them date at all
6. I couldnât resist sneaking that one in. Insert lame Apollo dodgeball Leo Valdez joke LMAO
7. <3
Thatâs such a smart way to put it!! Leo is dealing with a lottt and weâre going to get into it a bit more in future chapters but yeah heâs definitely avoiding talking about some of it (in both the way that we the audience donât see all of it and in him and Piper actively coping via distracting themselves and not talking about some of it)
Honest confession: I really struggle with Shel. Iâm glad she exists, but sheâs basically an OC when you try to work with her in fanon, because she really only exists to confirm Piper is sapphic and canon gives us absolutely no information on her. I know sheâs Cherokee, I know sheâs sapphic, I know she likes hiking and I think she has a piercing? Thatâs it. Sheâs just kind of a nothing character, which is fine in the books but makes it very hard to work with her in fanon content. Can we have at least a little additional input on her please? đ¤˛
Glad you think that works well!! Especially because I actually donât find myself that funny? Though I think it probably helps that Iâve got a general tendency to get attached to traumatized joke coping characters, so Iâm pretty familiar with it conceptually. The last book series I fixated on also did this a lot (intense explorations of grief briefly interrupted by memes LOL)
The audience knows stuff!! But Leo was not around for that! And heâs processing a lot at the moment but that just really makes it sink in how much he missed, both because he was gone for so long and also when he was there but so caught up in his own problems (and especially in seeing how âhappyâ Piper and Jason were apparently without him, because again Leo doesnât feel worthy of love and has spent a lot of time in foster families who werenât that great and made him feel like theyâd eventually decide they didnât want him anymore) that he didnât see the cracks that Piper now tells him were there basically for the whole relationship. So yeah itâs a shock. On a lot of levels. But itâs a lot less earthshaking than the shock of Jason being gone, and therefore easier to focus on. The Piper related changes may or may not also hit him sometime in the near future ;)
Quotes section (please just in general know Iâm delighted you did this it brings me suchhh joy to see what bits touched my readers the most):
-No spoilers, but I will say thereâs a reason the fic starts out with memories of Esperanza. And yeah, the whole Jason situation is tearing open a lot of old wounds, specifically because of how similar it is: a situation Leo was unable to do anything to change that he feels responsible for (even though, realistically speaking, he isnât). A loved one that got ripped away from him far too soon that he never got the chance to say goodbye to. A kind of desperate ache that nothing is ever going to fix.
I have a couple of grievances with ToA, and the way none of Jasonâs loved ones are allowed to stay mad at Apollo is definitely one of them. Like, itâs established Jason died because of Apolloâs broken Styx prophecy! Weâre told thatâs the reason it happens!! Piper is the only one who gets to be mad at him at all, and even then sheâs only upset for a single scene and has forgiven Apollo the next time they meet. Grief can be messy and nasty and people lash out sometimes! Not everyone needed to immediately be totally fine with the fact that Apollo got Jason killed!
-Glad you enjoyed that joke! Iâm not super good with machinery so I worried Iâd struggle with working that part into his narration but thereâs some references to it Iâm actually really happen with, and this is one of them :)
-Something something Leo is of the opinion that Piper should hate him how he hates himself! Also in this context, feeling a little evil about the fact that one of the reasons Leo doesnât go to the Camp Jupiter funeral is that he thinks everyone would blame him for Jasonâs death. The reality of it is that they wouldnât! But when his mom died his aunt did blame him and so he automatically assumes that this time everyone will look at him and see that same blame written all over his face.
-English being my third language (technically second language going off of how well I actually speak it, I learnt French first but my French is shit lol), Iâm really glad to hear it haha
-All of their lives are fucking weird, itâs a demigod thing, but Leoâs almost got everyone beat just based on the fact that the Queen of the Gods went out of her way to come babysit him. Itâs even funnier because Iâm pretty sure none of the others know this except for Piper and Jason. I wish weâd seen him tell Percy and Annabeth, I feel like that would have been a very funny interaction.
-There is something related to Leo in that box, which may or may not be something Iâve mentioned on this blog before ;)
-Unfortunately for Leo, thereâs a bit more stuff he has to deal with before the Plot can start. For instance, the fact that he is (theoretically) in a relationship right now.
Iâm so so glad you enjoyed this!! Iâve read and reread your comment a whole bunch of times now, and every time I do I get this huge grin on my face. This is the kind of comment i donât get a lot but that when I do get it Iâll treasure literally forever. You made my whole month with this and itâs made me very excited to get back to the fic (which between exam phase and hospital stuff I havenât gotten to work on nearly as much as I hoped lately)
The choiceless hope in grief
Summary: Leo Valdez has lived and died for the gods. Their war has shaped his life since he was a baby. With Gaia defeated, he sort of hopes he can finally rest. He has friends and some semblance of home to return to for the first time since he was eight years old. Just this once, he allows himself to hope the good things might stick.
But the gods arenât done with them just yet, by the time Leo finds his way back, Jason is gone.
This time, Leo decides heâs done just taking the Fatesâ bullshit lying down. If getting his best friend back means striking a deal with the gods and venturing into the Underworld⌠well, itâs probably not even the most reckless thing heâs ever done.
The caveat of said deal? He has to trust Jason will follow him, or his self-doubt will doom them both.
And after the life heâs lived, Leo is so intricately familiar with self-doubt that he could probably trademark the word.
Or: The only possible way for Orpheus to succeed is if he learns to think of himself as a person worth loving.
Word Count for chapter 1: ~5k
Rating: Teen and Up
So! *claps hands together* Iâve been threatening you guys with my Orpheus Eurydice valgrace fic for a while! Technically I wanted to wait to post this until Iâm completely done writing the fic, and I mostly intend to stick to that! Iâm only posting this now because I have a minor surgery tomorrow and Iâd rather be anxious about fic related things than about the surgery in question. So, take this chapter as a preview of sorts, more to come soon-ish but probably not immediately!
A couple of important notes before we start:
-TW for suicidal ideation. Itâs less Leo actually wanting to die and more his canon behavior of âIâm doing something extremely reckless that might succeed but if it doesnât, my death is an acceptable consequenceâ, paired with general grief related self-loathing, but if you think youâre not in the right headspace to read about that, come back when you are or at least tread carefully. This fic pics up at the end of The Burning Maze, so especially the beginning is pretty heavy on the grief stuff.
-Since ToA is vaguely canon to this fic, Leo and Calypso are technically dating in the beginning, but they donât really interact positively as a couple (honestly they donât interact that much in general) and break up pretty early on. Just be aware in advance that theyâre still together for a little bit.
-Fic title is from Talk by Hozier which is maybe a painfully obvious pick but it was too perfect for me not to use it.
Chapter 1: Leo and Piper have an extended sleepover
It wasnât a discussion between Leo and Piper whether or not to go to Jasonâs funeral. They came to the decision that they wouldnât silentlyâor as silently as one could come to an agreement when all parties involved were sobbing.
Maybe it should have been a discussion. There was a part of Leo that worried heâd regret this laterâhis refusal to take this chance to say goodbye and let himself grieve.
But Leo remembered his motherâs funeral. Remembered the way his aunt Rosa had looked at him like she knew his motherâs death had been his fault. Leo couldnât stand the thought of people looking at him like that again.
He also didnât remember his motherâs funeral bringing him any sense of closure or comfort. Heâd stood at her grave, afterwards, just as desperate and afraid and utterly inconsolable as heâd been before the funeral, except it had suddenly felt sickeningly final. The wound it had torn in his soul had kept bleeding for years, and the scars would stay forever. He didnât need any of Apolloâs shitty oracles to know Jasonâs death would be exactly the same.
At this point, Leo was pretty sure his sanity was being held together by a combination of jokes and a truly questionable amount of duct tape.
Beyond all that, though, Camp Jupiter was a battlefield right now. It would continue to be a battlefield for the foreseeable future.
Leo wasnât a coward. It wasnât that he didnât want to go back and help. But one of his best friends was already in a box, and there was no way in hell heâd risk the other.
With how tightly Piper was clinging to him, maybe she was thinking the same thing.Â
For all his big talk about dragon escorts, Festus did most of the actual escorting on his own, occasionally torching what Leo hoped were monsters and not random public monuments. Leo, for his part, spent most of the journey crammed into the backseat of the car next to Piper, sandwiched between her and a bunch of moving boxes that seemed determined to flatten him into a Leo-shaped pancake whenever they took a sharp turn.
Heâd spent so long thinking about seeing her and Jason again.Â
Heâd talked Calypsoâs ear off about them the whole journey, to the point where it had clearly started to annoy her. Heâd thought about various ridiculous entrances he could make, and the fact that heâd probably get yelled at, but heâd also thought about sitting together by the campfire, sharing nachos. Heâd thought about Jason hugging him so fiercely that he couldnât breathe, and Piper cussing him out while she held him, making him promise never to do anything that reckless again.
Now Piper was actually holding him, and Leo couldnât feel anything. There was a numbness in his chest. He wasnât sure he had it in him to ever feel happiness again. Hell, even if he did, what was the fucking point? Every time anything even remotely good happened in his life, it got ripped away from him again.
They didnât talk a whole lot for most of the drive. They cried until it felt like they couldnât anymore, clinging to each other like desperate children.
Even if theyâd wanted to talk about what had happened, Piperâs dad was right there, and despite the Mist usually working overtime for them, having him overhear seemed like a gamble. Or, well, maybe that was what Leo told himself. Maybe he just wasn't sure he was ready to hear it all. He still felt like he couldnât think. He was overwhelmed to hell and couldnât stop fidgeting.
Several hours into the trip, his stomach started grumbling. Piper dug through the bag at her feet and offered him one of her PB&J sandwiches, but Leo couldnât eat. He hadnât skipped a meal in foreverâheâd been homeless and unsure when heâd even get access to the next meal enough times that it had been all but tattooed into his skull that he couldnât afford toâbut he couldnât even think about eating without feeling sick. He thought about Jason. He thought about the state heâd left Camp Jupiter in and the fact that they hadnât even been able to give the dead their proper funeral rites.
Had Leoâs help made any difference at all? Had anything heâd done in his life changed things even slightly?
Leo knew the Fates had intended for it to be fire that fellâfor him to burn in a bright, hot blaze and turn himself to charcoal. But heâd refused to stay dead like a good little pawn, and now Jason was gone, and it was all his fault.
He wasnât sure how Piper could even look at him right now, but he was beyond grateful that she was holding onto him as tightly as she did. It was the only reason he didnât fall to pieces completely. The cog at the heart of Leoâs machine had broken in a way that made it utterly beyond repair, and now it felt like a matter of time before the whole thing came apart. Piper holding him was the only reason his remaining pieces were still functioning.Â
It should have been impossible for Leo to fall asleep under these circumstances, but heâd been traveling for hours and fighting before then and heâd cried out his remaining energy, so eventually, the world started to fade around him, reduced to just the sound of Piperâs breaths, until finally, those went, too.
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It would have been kinder, maybe, if Leo had dreamed up some shitty visions promising violent death and/or the end of the world. That would have been business as usual.Â
Instead, he dreamed of his time on the Argo IIâof one of those early nights when the different groups were still getting to know each other, having a brief moment to breathe between their ridiculous tasks and saving the world.Â
It had seemed reasonable to catch each other up on what had happened on their end. Percy, Hazel and Frank had talked about rescuing Thanatos, and Piper, Jason and Leo had told them what had happened with Hera in turn.Â
This would have been a boring intel conversation at best, seeing as Leo had been there for all of their part, but theyâd grabbed snacks and sat on cushions on the floor and made it a whole bonding activity. Jason had been wedged between Piper and Leo, and theyâd taken turns storytelling.Â
And Jason had bragged. So much. But he hadnât even had the decency to brag about himself like a normal human being. Instead, heâd talked about how capable Piper and Leo had been, somehow managing to make Leo sound like the coolest person heâd ever met. Which was ridiculous, considering heâd met everyone else on their team.
And sure, Leo made it sound like he thought he was amazing all the time, but he was exaggerating, which everyone, himself included, knew.Â
Jason didnât seem to have gotten the memo, though. He had one arm wrapped around Leo the whole evening, and he got all starry-eyed when he talked.Â
âLeo took on three Cyclopes by himself. Three!â
âDude, stop!â Leo had laughed, shaking his head. âI know Iâm incredible and youâre blessed to be friends with me and stuff, but you werenât even conscious for that part.â
âStill happened, though.â Jason had beamed at him. âYouâre amazing, dude. I would have died about fifteen times on that mission if it hadnât been for you. You guys shouldâve seen him.â
It would have been easier if Leo had thought Jason was just trying to talk him up to the others to make them more willing to trust him after how badly heâd messed up in New Rome, but Jason wasnât the type. Heâd looked like he honestly believed every single word he was saying.
So, of course, Leo had refused to seriously deal with any of the things that made him feel.
âSorry, Pipes, but Iâm pretty sure your boyfriend is in love with me. Itâs the fire powers, Iâm afraid. Iâm just too hot to resist,â Leo had joked instead, and Piper had untangled herself from Jasonâs other side to throw Doritos at Leo, and everything had been right in the universe.
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Waking up from that, blearily blinking himself awake in the car full of moving boxes and rememberingâŚÂ that was a worse punch in the gut than waking up from most nightmares had been. And Leo should know. Heâd had so many of those over the years that he was basically a certified nightmare expert at this point.
Leo wanted to go back in time and spend forever in that one evening, living it over and over and over again until the Fates or a temporal paradox or something eventually killed him. He wanted to hold on to what theyâd been back thenâthe three of them together and happy and whole,back before theyâd realized what the prophecy really meant.Â
He wanted to stay wrapped in Jasonâs arm and hear him laugh at whatever stupid joke Leo came up with while he and Piper threw snacks at each other like ten year olds. He wanted to believe he could actually be the person Jason was bragging aboutâthis invincible hero that could do just about anything and saved peopleâs lives.
But Leo had never been that hero. Even his sacrifice had been the selfish decision of a coward who wasnât ready to die just yet. Jason had been their Superman. The guy who could fly and threw lightning and saved people from falling to their deaths. Jason had been the hero. And ultimately, that had been what killed him.
Leo wasnât exactly sure what he planned to do once they got to Oklahoma. He should have been heading back to the Waystation, to give Calypso the normal life heâd promised. But he wasnât thinking about Calypso, or the Waystation, and the thought of a normal life had gone out of the window the second heâd seen the coffin. Besides, the Waystation would mean people asking questions, wanting to know about his mission and asking him to talk about his feelings, and he didnât want that.
The only thing Leo really wanted to do right now was not think.Â
By the time they got to the house, it was so late that cross-country dragon flight seemed inadvisable for visibility reasons alone, so Leo agreed to stay the night. Festus nuzzled him for a bit, got a fuel snack from the canister Leo had brought and then folded down into his million pound suitcase form for the night.
It took a little under two hours to carry all the boxes inside, which was an annoying amount of time to be carrying boxes but seemed like an absurdly short amount to move the contents of an entire life.
They spent some time in search of the necessities that needed to be unpacked, but the house was still furnished and also had running water and electricity as of a few days ago, so it wasnât that bad.
While Piper went in search of some ancient camping gear so Leo wouldnât have to sleep on the floorâthis seemed silly to him, the floor was far from the worst place heâd ever slept���Leo asked Piperâs dad if he could help with dinner.Â
Tristan looked relieved at his offer, actually. Heâd been staring at the assorted vegetables with a slightly lost expression, trying to hack at one of the zucchinis with a butter knife. It seemed like he was trying to remember how cooking worked and had just discovered he had absolutely no idea.Â
Considering how long heâd been an insanely rich guy with a personal cook, Leo guessed that actually might have been a pretty accurate read on the situation.Â
âYou might want to try a sharper knife,â Leo suggested, which made Piperâs dad look absolutely mortified. âTry not to chop off any of your fingers, though. I think Piperâs been traumatized enough for one week.â
The words were out of his mouth before Leo could think to stop them. Tristan didnât laugh, but at least it didnât seem like heâd be tossing Leo out of the house over this. Maybe he realized people sometimes said stupid shit when they were grieving. Maybe Piper had just warned him in advance that Leo was like this sometimes.
Tristan just went to find a different knife, which would have maybe been concerning if he hadnât gone back to hacking at the vegetables a moment later.
âWell, at least this one is actually cutting through the zucchinis. Thatâs already an improvement.â
âYeah, Iâm basically a cooking expert,â Leo said with a grin, only half-joking. He went to peel and chop up the carrots, and was done with those and about half the mushrooms by the time the poor zucchini had been hacked to bits.
âYou and Piper went to school together, right?â Tristan asked after a while of them quietly chopping vegetables for the casserole, trying to make sense of things with information he didnât have and that, judging from past evidence, probably would have made his skull crack. âYou and her and Jason.â
âYeah. We went to Wilderness school together.â Leo winced, trying not to think too hard of Jason while also trying to remember the lies theyâd already told Piperâs dad. At this rate, he was pretty worried his own skull would crack, too. âThen all three of us switched to a different school. Then I was gone for a while.â
Tristan nodded like this made perfect sense, though he mostly seemed lost in thought. That was a little rude, in Leoâs opinion. If he went through all that effort to remember their elaborate setup of lies, the least Piperâs dad could do was appreciate it!
âIâm glad youâre here now, with everything thatâs happened. Piper was really upset when you left,â Tristan said, still with that faraway look in his eyes. âThe last few months were hard for her. Between the move and the breakup, she really could have used a friend.â
Leo promptly lost all rights to make fun of Piperâs dad and his vegetable chopping skills because at the word âbreakupâ, the knife slipped and he nearly sliced off two of his fingers.
âFuck! Ow!â he said eloquently, trying to avoid bleeding all over the cutting board in his attempt to get to the sink. âJason and Piper broke up?â
The question sounded absurd even to his own ears. Why would Jason and Piper break up? Theyâd been happy together.
Surely, Piperâs dad had to be talking about something else.
To Leoâs shock, Tristan nodded.
âA while ago, yes,â he said, but he didnât go into detailsâpossibly because Leo was bleeding all over the sink. âWe should bandage that. Do you think you need stitches?â
âNo, the cuts arenât that deep,â Leo decided, turning on the faucet and holding his bleeding hand under the stream of cold water. Maybe he should have been more concerned about the injury, but his mind was still whirring at the thought of his best friends breaking up. Unfortunately, the cold water stung like hell. He hissed with pain. âSorry for making your kitchen look like a crime scene right after moving in. Usually, I at least have the decency to wait a day or two.â
Because the house was a small, cozy place and Leo had not had the decency to curse quietly, Piper appeared in the doorway a moment later, an alarmed expression on her face.
âWhat happened?â
âIâve been bested by a stupid potato,â Leo cursed, holding up his bleeding hand and wiggling his fingers for emphasis. He figured out immediately that this was a mistake. âOw.â
âStop that, dumbass!â Piper cursed, moving to stand beside him. âSink was the right call, but you need to use soap or the cuts could get infected. Dad, any chance we have gauze lying around somewhere?â
Tristan didnât seem to question why his daughter had immediately jumped into emergency medical treatment mode. He just abandoned the cutting board and headed for the front door.
âNot exactly sure what box our regular medical supplies are in, but Iâll get the first aid kit from the car. Iâll be right back.â
âDo we have to do the soap?â Leo whined, because fuck, that stung, but Piper nodded with a scary expression on her face, so he complied. âHow do you even know this stuff? Are we sure youâre not secretly an Apollo kid?â
âI know this stuff because Iâm friends with a bunch of morons who have zero sense of self-preservation,â Piper cursed, gritting her teeth. âYou shouldnât be around knives when youâre this distracted.â
âI can usually cook just fine when Iâm distracted. Your dad was the one who told me you and Jason broke up in the middle of this stupid potato,â Leo said defensively. âIs that the Mist messing with him?â
That was the only explanation his mind had supplied so far that made any sense to him.
Piper shook her head. âWe really did break up. That was a few months ago.â
Leo felt his jaw hit the floor.Â
âWhat the hell happened? You were together for ages. I thought- you always seemed so happy.â
âI know, but-â Piper broke off abruptly when her dad came back inside with the first aid kit. Demigod stuff, then?
Leoâs mind was racing. The breakup was a completely stupid thing to focus on, considering everything that had happened in the last few days. He knew that.
But it was easier to try and make sense of this than it was to try and make sense of the fact that Jason was gone and heâd never get to see him again.
âIs it alright if we do this somewhere else?â Piper asked her dad, taking the first aid kit from him.
âOf course. It might be easier to patch him up when youâre both sitting down, anyway.â He turned towards Leo. âThank you for your help, but I think I can take it from here.â
Leo sent a silent prayer to whichever deity was responsible for protecting vegetablesâDemeter, probably?âand gave what he hoped was an encouraging thumbs up with his uninjured hand before he followed Piper into the hallway to presumably be reprimanded some more.
~~~~ They ended up sitting on an old bed that looked like it had lived a long, miserable life and was excited for retirement, but the wooden frame thankfully didnât break down under the weight of the new mattress or the additional weight of them sitting on said mattress. Piper explained that this had been her dadâs room when heâd lived here as a child, and that it would probably become her room now. Then she went very quiet and focused on bandaging his hand, clearly avoiding looking at him.
âIt wasnât because of me, was it?â Leo asked. The thought made him feel ill. âPlease tell me it wasnât something like, I donât know, you two being unable to stand being around each other after what happened to me. I think Iâd actually have to blow myself up again if it was.â
He tried to make it sound like a joke, but it didnât feel like one at all. The thought that he'd managed to ruin his best friendsâ relationship on top of everything else made it hard to breathe.
When Piper shook her head, it felt like a whole boulder was lifted off his shoulders.
âI actually think we would have broken up sooner if you hadnât gone missing. We leaned on each other a lot after you disappeared. It wasnât until we realized we wouldnât find you and things started to settle down a little that I had time to think. And when I didâŚâ Her voice went very quiet, and she still didnât look up at him. âI realized I wasnât happy in the relationship. I donât think I ever was.â
âHow did I not know that?â Leo wondered quietly. âI just⌠you two seemed happy to me. What kind of garbage best friend am I?â
Piper shook her head. âIt isnât your fault. I was telling myself I was happy for a long time. Itâs almost- sometimes I wonder if I was charmspeaking myself. That maybe I kept saying I was in love with Jason until I convinced myself I actually was. And with Hera and my mom setting it up⌠I love-â her voice caught in her throat, and Leo felt like maybe he needed to throw up, â-loved Jason, but not like that.â
âPipes, Iâm really sorry.â Leo squeezed her shoulder. âThat sounds like it was super hard for both of you.â Leo felt awful about the fact that he hadnât even been around to comfort either of them, but it wasnât like he could fix it now. It was just another item on Leoâs unending list of epic screwups heâd never be able to make up for.
âJason was⌠well, he took it exactly like I expected him to. He was surprised, but he didnât get angry or anything. He mostly seemed okay. Part of me wonders if maybeâŚâ But whatever Piper had been thinking about, she seemed to decide it wasnât important. âIt was hard to get a proper read on him, and as nice as he was about it, things were still super awkward after. I'm terrified he died thinking I didnât care about him.â
And then she was tearing up again, and Leo thought he would shatter if she cried.Â
âHe knew you cared,â he said as earnestly as he could manage, pulling Piper to his chest again. âYou love way too annoyingly for him not to have known. Hell, even I know you love me, and we both know Iâm a fucking nightmare when it comes to this stuff.â
âI missed you so much,â she whispered, wrapping her arms around his back like it was the easiest thing in the world.
âOh, Iâm about to make you regret saying that,â Leo said, forcing himself to smile. âIâll bring it up each and every time you say you find something I do annoying.â
âYouâre annoying as hell, but youâre still my best friend.â He could feel her tears dripping onto his shoulder, and he knew that would make him start up again too. âI donât know how Iâd do this without you.â
And well, passing away from dehydration after crying too much would be a really lame way to die the second time, but everything was just too much right now, so if that was how he went, Leo wasnât sure anyone could blame him.
~~~~
For the next couple of weeks, Leo stayed.
Helping Piper and her dad unpack was the perfect way to keep himself occupied and not have to think. Usually, a mundane task like this probably would have driven Leo nuts. But right now, it was a bit of a godsendâif not literally, at least figuratively. Being productive was always so much easier when it was done in order to avoid something you wanted to do even less. There was a reason his spaces in the foster homes had only ever been tidy when he had exams coming up.
He helped cook, too, and Piperâs dad became increasingly less garbage at it the longer this went onâlike muscle memory was finally kicking in after years of disuse.
It was mostly goodâlistening to Piper reminisce about trips sheâd taken with her dad and where sheâd gotten the weird variety of items she kept in her room. When they werenât unpacking, Leo and Piper played video games or watched movies or explored the area. Twice, during the night, they took Festus on a little flight to a nearby fast food place. Finding a parking spot was a bit of a nightmare, unfortunately. Leo would submit a complaint about their inability to accommodate celestial bronze dragons the first chance he got.
The first time they tried hikingâLeo didnât even like hiking, heâd spent enough time outside for several lifetimes, why did he do this to himselfâthey got hopelessly lost in the woods, and of course, due to demigod bullshit, neither of them had brought a phone, so Google Maps wasnât an option. It was probably for the better. The last thing that situation needed on top of them being lost was a monster attack.Â
They were already jokingly planning out their new life in the woods when, thankfully, a girl their age came to their rescue.
âA human being! Thank the gods. The squirrels werenât talking to us,â Leo greeted her, which had Piper shout âPlease ignore Leo!â loudly from the branches of the tree sheâd been climbing.
The girl lifted her head, spotted Piper and promptly burst out laughing.
âWhat in the world are you doing up there?âÂ
âTrying to get a better vantage point,â Piper sighed, making her way back down the tree. âWeâre hopelessly lost.â
âWell, nice to meet you, hopelessly lost. Iâm Shel,â the girl said, still grinning. Leo decided immediately that he liked her.
Piper had almost made it back down when she somehow missed a branch and fell the rest of the way. In comedic movie fashion, Shel moved before Leo had the chance to and caught her mid-tumble. âThat was a bit of a dramatic way to get my attention, but youâre cute, so Iâll allow it.â
âOh yeah, Piperâs got a bit of a thing with falling for people that way,â Leo commented, and Piper gave him her most murderous look while she got back on her feet.
âYou guys need help getting back?â
âPlease, yes,â Piper said immediately. âIt turns out weâre both garbage with maps.â
âMaybe you just need a tour guide next time,â Shel suggested, winking at Piper, whose face turned scarlet. Leo wasnât even mad about being the third wheel for once. Heâd give her so much shit about this later.
And he did. And then Piper properly came out to himâno label or anything, mostly as extremely confused but sure she liked girls, which also made a few additional pieces click into place regarding her breakup with Jason. She ended her anxiety-riddled explanation by thanking Leo for being so normal and annoying about all this.Â
Which was how Leo realized heâd apparently never told Piper he was bi.
Or maybe he had, and it had gotten lost along with their other memories of Wilderness. Stupid memory-stealing babysitters.
Well, at least they got to hug about it now.Â
~~~~
It was strange how normal some days felt when nothing would ever truly be normal again. When in every moment Leo and Piper spent together, the gaping hole that had been ripped into their trio was so blatantly obvious.
The benefit and problem of this friendship was that Leo and Piper were both experts at not talking about things they were struggling with.Â
This wasnât exactly news. From what little Leo did remember of Wilderness School, theyâd spent months not talking about his mom, or about the fact that Piperâs dad kept canceling their weekend plans. Theyâd both known there were things left unsaid, but as long as theyâd been able to cheer each other up, that hadnât really mattered. It made sense, honestly. Put two people who hadnât had a shoulder to cry on for ages in a room together and see what happens!
Right now, this meant they were expertly ignoring the box of belongings Piper had picked up from Jasonâs school. It had been pushed so far under the bed during that first night that it was no longer visible, and neither of them made any effort to move it out of its new home since. They ignored the topic of Jason, period, until it inevitably hit them in the face again.Â
It was mostly dumb shit that set them off. Piper automatically reaching for vanilla ice cream at the grocery store because it was Jasonâs favoriteâseriously, who in their right mind even liked vanilla ice cream?
Sometimes, Leo would make a joke and burst into tears instead of laughing because he knew it would have cracked Jason up. They found old photos unpacking. One time, Piperâs dad suggested they make tacos and they started simultaneously bawling their eyes out.
Leo had spent a long time exactly like thisâpretending everything was normal and okay when it wasnât either of those things until he inevitably broke down. Then heâd started to actually feel sort of okay whenever he was with Jason and Piper. Now, he was sure he would spend the rest of his life pretending.
His appetite was too used to being stuck in survival mode for him to bow to nausea for long, so he went back to eating properly after a few days. He still cried himself to sleep most nights. He kept dreaming about Jason. The memories wrapped themselves around him like a safety blanket that he knew would get ripped away again in the morning. He always woke up feeling empty. Sometimes, he wished he could just go to sleep and never wake up again.
But other than that, it was mostly good.
Then demigod communications went back up, and everything went to hell.
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Chapter notes:
Fun fact! I originally planned for this chapter (as well as the next few chapters) to just be backstory in my head and for me to maybe do a flashback or two. Unfortunately for me, Piper McLean waltzed into the room and refused to leave.
I do actually think the fic works better this way, but it will take a second to get to the plot! Hopefully youâll enjoy the whole journey :)
I may not be able to have Leo and Piper go to Jasonâs funeral without seriously messing with the plot of Tyrantâs Tomb, but I could at least pick the most evil reason possible for them not to go!
Side note: I sort of forgot that Hedge and Mellie were supposed to be here according to TBM, but by the time I remembered I already had this chapter written out and, as someone who cannot be bothered to figure out how to write them, I decided to just leave it. ToA is vaguely canon to this universe, but only for the most part. Some details are inaccurate, and I think thatâs okay.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs super, super appreciated as always!!
List of people that at some point asked to be tagged when I post this: @poppitron360 @ginnyluna @keefessketchbook (feel free to comment if you want to get taken off or be put on the tag list for future chapters!)
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The promo / official art posting spam is just about over,so hereâs the most recent Liella ones! Ngl I mostly wanted to post these bc of the alternate hairstyles like Chisato,Ren,Kinako,Mei AND the Onitsuka sisters w/ their hair down? Ponytail Margarete?? Bun Kanon??? Hello???? All of them are SO so cute,I just had to choose these first c:
#plus the outfits in both are SUPER cute as well#also i have 2 more pieces of liella promo art#then a set of 3 that are supposed to go together#i think#but yeah the âspamâ is just about over#love live#love live!#liella#kanon shibuya#keke tang#chisato arashi#sumire heanna#ren hazuki#kinako sakurakoji#mei yoneme#shiki wakana#natsumi onitsuka#tomari onitsuka#wien margarete#mars babbling
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Favorite Fanfics (109/?): Leaps and Dives by @annepi-blog | illustrated by @esilher
#klaine#klaine fic#klaine fanfic#klaine au#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#leaps and dives#diver!kurt#gymnast!blaine#olympics!klaine#!myposter#fell in love with this au from the start#blaine being into gymnastics made total sense in my head and idek why#and the reason why kurt starts diving is so special#a great meet cute in an olympic games setting#who knew i needed that to start doing this again??#it felt like I was right there along with the rest of the audience#the perfect amount of fluffy scenes - sports - comfort - emotions - and action in a cardboard bed đ#loved the part of david being obsessed with filming stuff for his tiktok#revealing snippets of the new relationship to the world#i mean kurt trying the bars and they jumping together from the 10m platform ?!?!?!#and the sm comments#plus blaine looking good in red spandex pants and kurt in a speedo with swimmer abs - delicious#also i had to add the âfor good luckâ pins in some way#changed them a little bc thats supposed to be them if that makes sense#btw i know b does high bar and not parallel bars i just couldn't find a good pic sowy#b is going back home with 3 medals and a hot bf#such a winner my boi#taking leaps and dives together#now and forever đĽ
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real monkey's paw situation here where for months i was sad that nobody invites me to the bar and all i ever do in terms of going out is going to my dad's shows. and now i am invited to the bar but i'm sad bc i can't go to my dad's show
#soapbox#i would ditch the bar for the show if i could but i can't. which is so sad bc i love this venue and this trio. oh well#the venue is a church basement but they have the like best cakes ever and also this unbelievable thrift shop that my mom and i always go to#during the opening act lol#and the trio is him + a fiddle player who's been a family friend since before i was born + a bass player who's also been a family friend#since before i was born#they play very well together and i'm so sad to miss it </3#it's also super last minute that it's this trio tho bc it was supposed to be the cajun band#but the accordion player got sick and it's hard to find a backup accordion player#and there's rly no cajun band with an accordion#so they asked my dad to fill in as a solo but he didn't think he had time to prepare a whole set so he got the other two guys to join
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a lesson in temperance.
pairing: diana afanasyeva x alex wesker words: 6.5k warnings: nsfw, mild degradation [read on ao3]
Vanilla and orange blossom. So heady, so sweet, as it swam out of the bathroom and filled the air surrounding Alex. She couldnât help but breathe it in, wishing to be closer to the cause, to really smell all that lived on her partnerâs skin; where jasmine thrived on her neck, down her chest and to her wrists, laced with gardenia and sandalwood.
Alex hummed to herself, directing her mind back on task when the loud whir of the hairdryer ripped her from her thoughts. She leaned down and plucked a small box from the back of her bedside drawer.
Wrapped in a pale blue silk ribbon, the little black box contained a surprise for only one other set of eyes to see, and that made her shiver in anticipation. She could already imagine the look she would receive. An amused laugh, or a pointed glare. Perhaps both. And that only served to encourage her plan for the day.
In only a few strides she stood before the bathroom, eyes landing on Diana clad only in a towel with the cause of that incessant noise in one hand and a comically large round brush in the other. So focused she was in tackling the thick, dark strands, it was as if Alex didnât exist. Only when the blonde chuckled, low and velvety, did her eyes dart over to the doorway, and not a second later, the press of a button granted them silence.
Diana lowered the hairdryer and brush, discarding them on the counter as her eyes roamed over Alex. From the smug smirk painted on red lips, to the small box cradled in adorned fingers, she could only wonder what her partner was up to this time.
âDo I want to know what that is?â she asked, the jest hardly hiding the curiosity that clung to it.
Alex let out another rich, breathy sound, rounding the apples of her cheeks. The raised brow and inquisitive stare was already a reward in and of itself for her. But not enough.
She walked into the stifling room â no matter how many times she told Diana to turn on the fan, she never would â and closed the distance between them. Then, her forefinger began a slow, methodical trace of the top edge of the box, drawing Dianaâs gaze for but a moment.
âYou didnât really think I would forget about last night, did you?â That earned a dramatic roll of blue eyes, followed by an amused grin. One that deepened the indents on her cheeks so deliciously. But she didnât speak, only locking her eyes onto Alexâs and letting her continue. âPunishment is in order.â
âCanât win your forgiveness through your stomach anymore, can I?â
Alex pursed her lips, drawing her brows inward in a look of mock sympathy. Then she lazily shook her head. âNo.â
The breakfast she had made her was quite sweet, but it didnât make up for the fact that Diana had come last night before Alex had given her permission to. She had been far too lenient in the past it seemed, because this behaviour only appeared to continue. Although, it did bring about a warm glow beneath Alexâs breast at how much Diana got off on pleasing her.
With her partnerâs attention drawn so close, hanging on in anticipation, Alex closed two fingers around the ribbon to direct her gaze. A gentle pull and it came free. Yet she lingered, grasping the lid and doing no more, and Dianaâs eyes raised to meet hers. It was almost desperate, the look in them. How much she wished to know exactly what was in store for her.
She finally opened the box. Letting the lid sit back on her palm, she plucked a bullet-shaped toy from pale blue satin. Diana wet her lips as she stared at the silver between her pinched fingers, and Alex turned it slightly. As if to show her more. As if Diana wasnât already well aware of what it was.
âYou, my sweet,â Alex drawled in velvet, smooth enough to make Diana almost drop to her knees right then and there, âare going to wear this all day for me.â At the flutter of dark lashes over half-lidded eyes, she leaned in closer and lowered her voice even more. âAnd⌠you are not allowed to come.â
The sharp inhale told Alex all she needed to know.
When Diana leaned back on one hip and crossed her arms, it did little to hide the effect she had on her. Even with the teasing smile pulling at her lips, the promise of challenge, arousal warmed porcelain cheeks and reduced blue to barely a thin line around blown pupils.
And yet Diana still raised a brow in defiance. âAnd if I do?â
Alex let out a heavy sigh. âI asked myself that many times. What should I do if you were to once again disobey me?â She tilted her head slightly to the side, clicking her tongue. âWould I procure a chastity belt, of all things? Would I confiscate all of your toys until further notice?â Diana shifted, opening her mouth as if to protest, but Alex only went on. âWould I have you scrub the place top to bottom? But no. None of that would suffice.â She closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, before releasing. âFor a whole month, you will not be permitted to touch me. In any form.â
A loud laugh of disbelief left Diana as she threw her head back. Thinking it a joke was her first mistake; Alexâs eyes narrowed and her jaw set, emphasising the sincerity in her claim. That seemed to do it.
Diana lifted one of her crossed arms and scratched above her lip, looking down her nose as she seemed to be processing the severity of such a punishment. Then, she abruptly extended said arm and held out her hand in acceptance, meeting Alexâs gaze once more. âA month is absurd.â
Never one to back down, her Diana.
Alex let a soft smile pull on her lips, not quite an apology for the past harshness of her tone, and she placed the bullet in her partnerâs palm. Her lashes fluttered again at the brush of Alexâs fingertips against her soft skin, but she regained herself just as quickly.
âWell then, you should start being more grateful and less greedy.â
âYeah, yeah,â Diana replied while rolling the bullet up to the tips of her fingers.
One hand brought the silver to her lips, while the other parted her towel, and Alex found herself rather conflicted in where to direct her attention. Ultimately, her gaze settled on Dianaâs face when the hand at her hip did no more than rest at the opening she created. Wet, rosy lips parted then ever so slowly closed around the toy. She still held onto the end with her fingertips. Alex watched as her cheeks hollowed while her tongue swirled, and she couldnât prevent the warmth blooming at her hips even if she tried.
Her gaze wandered from her lips to her jaw, then down the elegant column of her throat. A droplet sat in the dip between her collarbones. Countless others littered her chest, but one took Alexâs attention more than the rest. It rolled down damp skin at a tantalisingly slow pace, until its journey was interrupted by the towel at her breast.
The movement of Dianaâs arm brought her back to her senses, though she did find herself wishing to lean in and kiss over the peak that bobbed as Diana swallowed. Or lick the droplets from her skin. But all that followed was her loverâs hand lowering to the part in her towel before she slipped the toy easily inside herself.
Their eyes met again, and Alex offered a pleased smile her way. She all but purred, âGood girl.â
Her own hand disappeared into her pocket, and she pulled out a device not too dissimilar to her phone. One of Dianaâs brows quirked at that. It wasnât the typical remote control she was used to seeing in her past, and little did she know Alex had far more freedom with one such as this.
âIâll be able to monitor your pleasure at all times with this,â she said, barely flashing the screen her way so Diana could take a look while she ensured the toy was connected. Satisfied, a rather wicked curl pulled at the corner of crimson lips. âDo remember, I will know if youâve taken it out. And that will warrant further consequences.â
Diana gave her a slow nod, long past accepting what was to come, and opened her mouth to speak, but Alex had already turned on her heel, pocketed the device and left the bathroom. She could only laugh to herself at that, the notion that anything she had to say, or do, was all but irrelevant.
Not even a kiss this morning.
It was already past lunch and Diana had been at the edge of her seat all morning, wondering â waiting for â when Alex would turn the vibrator on. The possibility that she had forgotten about it altogether, swept up in her work, or by some new problem one of the researchers had brought to her attention, was entirely out of the question.
Diana knew the only explanation was that Alex wanted this.
She wanted her to sweat a little. To grow restless. To wait for the other shoe to drop and wish to be free of such suspense. That, in itself, was as much a punishment as what was truly in store for her.
And it worked.
For the third time in this report alone, Diana crossed out what she was in the middle of writing. More like violently scribbled over, in this instance; her pent-up frustration pressed the pen harder and carried the strike over innocent sentences, free of mistakes. Whether it was her cadence, a misspelt word, or merely a letter looking wrong, Diana was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her head.
With a heavy sigh, she freed the paper from her clipboard and crumbled it up into a ball, merely discarding it beside herself. It was ridiculous she was letting this get under her skin so much. Maybe she had been too eager for the challenge, holding herself to such high standards in wanting to prove Alex wrong â that she wouldnât break from a little toy. But she had not accounted for this.
Diana brought a new sheet before her and slotted it into position. All of a sudden, the toy came to life. Her fingers fell free of the clip, letting it snap, and her mouth hung open of its own accord. The slow, rhythmic pulse was actually relieving.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she sank into her chair, pressing her thighs together on instinct. She would get back to their little game in a moment, but for now⌠For now, she needed to feel it.
It wasnât one of her wisest decisions. Her mind wandered back to that morning, to the feeling of Alexâs hot breath on her skin when she whispered in her ear; the way she had purred praise sent a shiver down Dianaâs spine, tingling across every nerve and stoking the warmth at its base. A hand lifted, found its way to her chest and simply lay there, fingertips either side of her neck, ghosting over the spot her lover had teased.
The pulse between her legs switched to a soft continuous vibration, pulling her back to the present. A slow exhale escaped parted lips.
If she truly wanted to get through this, she had to find some semblance of focus. There were actual stakes this time around. If that lack of a kiss before work was a taste of what she was in for, for an entire month, she might just lose her mind.
They may have spent long stretches of time away from one another in the past, on opposite ends of the globe, but that would be nothing compared to this. To live with Alex, to see her, and smell her, day in, day out, and not be able to do so much as press against her⌠To have to sleep beside her and stop their legs from brushing, pass her in the bathroom or the kitchen and not catch her hand or lean in for a kiss. That was torture.
She could get through this stupid little test. Or else a pillow wall may have to be built. Even worse, she would sleep on the couch and avoid her partner until one of them cracked.
Deep breaths, Diana. Slow, deep breaths.
It was much easier to try and ignore the toy nestled inside her with this setting. Diana was determined to show Alex that not only could she control herself, but she would excel in her work while at it. The discarded report was rewritten and completed, with not a flaw in sight. Not even the couple of times Alex had switched back to the gentle pulsing could put an end to that. She proofread it, not once, but twice, and analysed her next set of data from another experiment. It was, in all honesty, a rather remarkable motivator. Maybe it wouldnât be so hard to keep her composure.
Or so she thought.
Diana swivelled around in her chair to reach for the stack of papers on the bench behind her when the toy doubled in speed, causing her to jolt in her seat. A breathy little chuckle escaped her, a result of such surprise. Then she blew out a long exhale, longing for composure. Warmth bloomed deep within her core, and she had to fight the urge to let her eyes fall shut. Doing so would only sabotage herself, and amuse Alex in the process.
And she really wasnât about to let that happen. Diana glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, knowing full well that Alex was watching her every move. She picked up the stack of papers, turned right around, and dumped them on her desk rather unceremoniously.
In direct response, the toy picked up speed again. Her thighs clenched together as she shifted in her seat, and that only made it worse; the bullet pressed right up against that sweet spot within her. No longer a benign teasing, the buzzing was insistent. Relentless. Diana meant to reach for the edge of her desk to steady herself, but shaky hands fumbled and found knees instead. It felt as if someone had lit a fire under her skin, making her flush head to toe. Somehow, she forgot how easily these things could send her into such a state.
She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself from the feeling. Focusing her leaden gaze on her hands, she shifted them slightly higher, settling firmly on her thighs for better leverage. Then she sunk her nails into nylon-clad flesh.
Mistake. That was a mistake.
Sparks shot up her thighs and to her hips, joining the vibrations, and she almost doubled over. What in the world possessed her to do such an idiotic thing? Of course the sting of her nails would only fuel her pleasure, not offer the distracting sensation sheâd intended; she was better off stubbing a toe.
Her heart had only quickened, pounding at its cage as if begging her to let the pleasure wash over her. But she wasnât going to give in. To do so would grant Alex the satisfaction she was looking for. In Dianaâs mind, the consequence of her succumbing to her desires wouldnât benefit Alex in any way either. A whole month without being loved on? What a miserable rule to set for oneself. But Diana knew it was merely a slight against her; she was tactile with lovers, it wasnât her fault. A hand on a hip when she passed by, on an arm when she spoke. It was the little things Alex knew she could catch her on.
Diana dropped her hands to her sides and let her head fall back against the headrest of her chair. It was time for a different approach. She stared up at the ceiling and tried to focus on counting the number of metal bars making up the ventilation panels. It shouldnât have been difficult, it was a simple task, yet she lost count and had to start over multiple times; the buzz of the fluorescent lights behind her kept stealing her attention, telling her to pay mind to the one between her legs.
She may have underestimated her capacity for restraint.
As though taking pity on her plight, the toy changed patterns once more. Back to that soft, sweet pulsing. It was so jarring compared to the torment she just endured, Diana couldnât help the grin that stretched across her face as she buried her head in her hands.
Then the phone started to ring.
Could she not catch even one moment of peace today? Diana raised her head enough to catch sight of the phone on her desk, simply staring at the offending device and watching the light blink as someone tried to reach her. She let it ring.
The pulse between her legs sped up, informing her who was on the line, and she rolled her eyes much too dramatically. Reaching forward at the last possible moment, she lifted the receiver off the hook and brought it to her ear. âThis is Diana speaking.â
A low chuckle sounded on the other end, stoking embers. âWhatâs the matter, darling? You sound quite frustrated.â
âOh, shut up,â Diana replied indignantly. She secured the handset on her shoulder, holding it with her cheek, and gathered the papers still sitting on her desk. Needing to keep her hands occupied, lest they wander elsewhere with that voice in her ear. âIâm busy. Is there something you wanted?â
Alex sighed, and Diana heard a loud bang from somewhere behind her, followed by an unsteady rattle, like metal-on-metal. A trolley being wheeled off, most likely. Alex cleared her throat once it was almost out of earshot. âYouâre needed in the Upper Spire.â
For what possible reason? The highest point of the Monument was still under construction; there was nothing of value up there that would require her assistance. Unless Alex was going to turn around and demand she pick up a toolbox and get to work. They both knew that was never going to happen.
Diana took hold of the phone again, then switched it over to the other ear. âDid I not just tell you that I am in the middle of something?â
âIt wasnât a request,â Alex bit back. Her voice slipped into one that radiated sheer power; it could so easily bring someone to their knees. It had, many times for Diana, as well-acquainted as she was with such a tone in their bedroom. The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck bristled with the shiver that coursed through her, all while the toy still pulsed within. âNow, hurry along. You can finish sorting your paperwork later.â
The little mocking remark she threw in there managed to break Diana free of her spell. She thought it only fair to respond in kind. âYes, maâam.â
Without waiting for any further comment, she lowered the phone from her ear and moved to hang up. But again, she was stopped in her tracks.
âDiana,â Alex called, beckoning her to crawl right back to her. And she did, bringing the handset up to its former position in a rather lazy fashion. âWatch your tone.â
With not even a second to possibly respond, Diana was met with a click then nothing more. Dead air. It was at times like this she was convinced she had fallen madly in love with the Devil herself. Though she was not without mercy it would seem; the vibrator lowered back down to that soft, persistent hum and brought with it relief.
The journey to the Upper Spire wasnât necessarily a long one from where she worked â if she discounted the elevator ride, that is. But Diana would still need to brave a rather lengthy flight of stairs. In frustration, she threw her head back against her headrest a couple of times, then abruptly stood. The papers remained on her desk, a filing cabinet drawer was left ajar, only her handbag was forcibly removed and the door locked behind her.
Once she was but a few steps down the hall, the toy sped up again. It wasnât unbearable, no, but it did challenge her to keep her balance as she walked. One wrong shift of her hips and she might just send the bullet pressing against a spot that would not hold back from making her legs tremble. That didnât change the fact that she could already feel a bead of sweat threatening to roll down her back.Â
Diana let her feet carry her towards her destination, the world around her fading away in a blur of bright lights and dull greys as she passed through winding walkways and platforms, not even registering how many turns sheâd made. All her focus was on putting one foot in front of the other and hoping sheâd end up where she needed to be. And trying desperately to ignore the constant vibration in her hips.
It felt so much louder now and she wasnât sure that was possible. The hissing of doors sliding open for her, the humming and beeping of machinery, the clicking of her heels with each stride was all but amplified by the pounding in her ears, resounding from the toy in her core. Was it always this noisy? Every time there was a new sound thrown into the mix, it sent her heart racing, so fast she could feel it in her fingertips. She truly thought walking was going to be much easier to deal with than sitting in her lab, but this was a new type of hell.
Then there was the case of the stairs.
Deep breaths, Diana reminded herself from where she stood on the landing. She could do this. The effort of her journey left her flushed and weary, but not any less determined to reach her goal. The elevator was so close she could see it, sitting in the centre of the open room; her only obstacle was but a flight of stairs.
She reached out and laid a hand on the railing, fumbling as the cool metal sent another shock through her system. Diana clenched her teeth and held it firmer, steadying herself before she could topple over. Then she began her descent.
One step at a time. Thatâs all there was to it, no different than any other day. She just had to get out of her head, focus on where her feet landed, and not on that dogged assault on her nerves. With another shaky breath, Diana lowered her eyes to make sure she didnât miss a step with how unsteady she was, how heavy her legs felt with each footfall. The last thing she needed was to slip and make a fool of herself.
If she did fall, she hoped it would bring about a swift end and let her escape this torment.
Halfway down the stairs, a flicker of movement danced at the corner of Dianaâs eye. Her gaze darted over to follow the blur over the railing only to see Stuart, Alexâs loyal little servant, rounding the side of the staircase.
Donât come this way, she pleaded, voiceless, hoping he wouldnât notice her and simply carry on with his day. The last thing she needed was to speak to anyone in this state.
But Stuart, the ever so irritating Stuart, sporting his finely-tailored suit and rectangular rimless glasses, seemed to be heading right where she had come from. Luckily, he seemed to be in a hurry, taking two steps at a time, so he shouldnât bother her for long. But she knew him well enough. The man could talk up a storm if you let him. Just keep going.
âOh! I didnât see you there,â he exclaimed, followed by a slight bow of his head. The toy ramped up in intensity and stole the breath from Dianaâs lungs. To try and stifle a whimper, she bit down on her lip hard enough she thought she might draw blood, and Stuart paused. He let his eyes scan over her, from her face down to her white-knuckled grip on the railing. âAre you alright, Dr. Afaââ
âFine,â Diana snapped. She wasnât even able to take a full breath, her words coming out rushed. âIâm fine. Thank you, Stewart.â
She left him standing there, bewildered, as her need to get as far away from him as possible carried her down the rest of the dreadful staircase unharmed. She didnât know if heâd heard the buzzing of the toy, she hadnât bothered to take in his expression at all, really. Maybe she was just imagining the vibrator louder than it actually was, or maybe the thrumming of machinery echoing off the endlessly tall walls of the tower saved her an awkward conversation.
The walk to the elevator wasnât far once she hopped off that final step. The doors opened automatically for her upon her approach and she practically fell into the safe haven of steel.
With a slam of a fist against a button, she was off. Diana let herself sink against the wall, dropping her bag from her shoulder and resting trembling hands on her knees. She couldnât even get a moment of reprieve; the insistent teasing between her legs wouldnât subside any time soon.
The way warmth built in her core, radiating across her hips and threatening to rush down her legs to curl her toes, had her biting back a moan. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to focus on calming her heart as opposed to how blissful the waves of pleasure felt. She couldnât let herself unravel. Not here, not now.
Diana gripped the handrail beside her and turned, resting the side of her head against the wall. The coil in her belly only wound tighter, and she cursed Alex. Cursed her for playing with her like this, for watching her struggle on every camera she passed, for pressing all those stupid little buttons that left her shaking and longing for air. But truly, she cursed herself; she was the only one to blame. Why did she ever agree to this?
She needed to breathe.
With each slow inhale, and exhale, the twist in her belly began to recede, pulling her from the haze. It did nothing, however, for the shake of her hands, the heavy feeling in her limbs, or how aware she was of her blouse brushing against her chest with each rise and fall.
It was the elevatorâs turn to catch her cursing. Just as she was about to question how long it was taking to reach the Upper Spire, the lift jerked and shuddered, before coming to a halt.
âOh, fuck,â Diana whispered under her breath. The rumble that sent through her did nothing to help the state she was in.
She aimlessly reached around for her bag, not wanting to look down in fear she might lose her balance. Finding leather under her palm, she hoisted it up and onto her shoulder. She would be fine. Her hips ached as she lifted herself to stand up straight, using the handrail as leverage. One last rest against the wall, one last moment, then she would be on her way. Then she would face Alex and try not to fall apart at her feet.
Just beyond another walkway, then she could hopefully sit again. Somehow that was much easier to handle.
The clicking of her heels was a welcome sound, distracting her from the heat simmering in her belly. She didnât dare look over the edge of the railing along the walkway either â another thing she wished to push to the back of her mind; she was so high up, one wrong step and that was the end of her.
A foolish thing to think about given what she was dealing with right now.
After a short walk, the hiss of a door granted her access to the area Alex had been fussing over for months. Wanting to get it perfect, she said.
Odd, considering the large room Diana entered was completely bare. And dark. The only thing she could make out was maybe some type of stand near the far end of the room. Alex hadnât exactly divulged what she was planning to do up here, other than having her own personal laboratory.
Off to the side, cool white light emanated from an open door. The only clue she had to go on as to Alexâs whereabouts. She ventured forth, then, as another set of stairs came into view, audibly groaned.
After today she might just develop a personal vendetta against staircases.
The stairwell was interesting, to say the least. The overhead light did not offer much in way of brightening the room, but rather, it was the individual strips set into each step, along with the columns in the corners of the room. Not four, as expected, but rather six. What really caught her attention though was the latticework in the centre of the stairs, much like that of the supports surrounding the elevator.
Diana steeled herself and, once again, focused on putting one foot in front of the other, watching her feet the entire way up the two flights of stairs. It wasnât any easier than her trip to the lift, but she couldnât allow herself a moment to falter. Even as the toy shifted with each step, the railing remained her lifeline.
Once she reached the landing, the door slid open for her before she even had a chance to catch her breath. This time, revealing a sparsely furnished bedroom. But Diana did not care much to look around; her eyes settled on the source of her anguish. Sitting on a black leather couch was Alex, dressed in white and gold, with wine red at her feet. Her attention was on the wall opposite her, and Diana glanced over to see a large screen, filled with camera feeds. That didnât surprise her in the slightest.
Alex looked toward the door, and a smirk threatened to pull at the corner of her lips. She stood, turning the monitor off with a remote in the process, before tossing it aside. âAh, there you are.â
As if a puppet on a string, not quite in control of her own limbs, Diana made her way over to Alex. Whenever she was near, there was a certain pull to her, always drawing Diana in. The need to hold her, to touch her in some way and breathe her in, was a constant. That is why she couldnât afford to misbehave this time around; the stakes were too high. Or else, she wouldâve chased her release just to spite her lover and get a rise.
Her handbag was taken from her by cold, gentle hands, discarded on the coffee table at her side, while Alexâs eyes were busy slowly scanning over her form. She hummed. âStuart just called. He was quite concerned, honestly. Said you looked rather unwell.â
Diana glared up at her. She wasnât that much taller than her, and yet she felt larger than life itself. The way she spoke only added to that; there was no denying the smug air that clung to each of her words. She was so proud of herself for humiliating Diana in such a way, making her look a fool in front of her staff when she was only ever composed.
âYes, well, I wonder why,â she said through clenched teeth.
A melodic little laugh spilled from her partnerâs lips and tugged at her heart. âLook at you⌠So cute when youâre all riled up.â
Diana held her gaze, wanting so desperately to remain annoyed with her. To show her she wasnât amused with her antics. But her body betrayed her, unable to focus on such trivial things with a more pressing matter between her legs. Lips pulled in a warm smile, one she tried and failed to hide, and the heat in her hips rushed up to her chest.
Alex never took her eyes off of hers, not helping in the slightest. There was so much warmth in those icy blues of hers it almost made Diana dizzy. She had to be the first to look away.
Letting her gaze wander around the clearly unfinished room, she cleared her throat. Well aware of the fact that Alex was still staring at her. âWhat was it you needed me for?â
âOh, itâs not ready yet,â she said, sounding almost disinterested, and Dianaâs head snapped to look back at her. Alex gestured vaguely at her side with a sigh. âIt wonât be for many months yet. I still need all of my equipment brought up here, and well⌠It is looking rather drab, as you can see.â
âYouâre telling me I walked all of those stairs, and took the longest elevator ride of my life, for nothing?!â
âNothing?â Alex brought a hand to her chest in mock outrage, drawing her brows in a frown. âDid you not wish to see me?â
Of course she wished to see her. She always wished to see her. One of the many side effects of having found your match. But in Dianaâs current state, that had been the least of her concerns. It was near impossible to stave off the longing in her core with her so near.
Pent-up frustration trickled over and dripped from every word. âI cannot believe you.â
Diana brought her hands up to cover her face, the tips of her fingers carving along the curve of her brow bone. Her skin was so hot, she wouldnât be surprised if she was flushed pink up to her ears. The toy sitting pretty inside her hummed away, more of an annoyance than anything at this point. Or maybe she was just annoyed, full stop. But she was so high-strung, she couldnât deal with these little games anymore.
A shaky breath left parted lips, then a soft tsk reached her ears.
The intoxicating smell of Alexâs perfume swept over her senses before touch even registered. Woody, spiced, rich with amber and musk â a hint of plum lingering. Diana couldnât help herself but lean into her loverâs touch, to drink in all that flowed from her wrist. Fingertips danced across her temple, causing her hands to fall from her face as she looked up at Alex again. Her head was tilted ever so slightly as her eyes followed the path she traced along Dianaâs hairline.
âIâm impressed,â Alex admitted, then tucked a strand behind Dianaâs ear. âI thought for certain, in the lift, away from all but my eyes to see, you wouldââher fingers trailed down the side of her neckââtake care of yourself.â
Her touch was exhilarating, addicting even, sending a pleasant shiver down Dianaâs spine to reignite the pleasure. When her fingers reversed the motion, letting nails scrape along her skin, her legs almost buckled beneath her.
Then Alex cupped her cheek. She leaned in and whispered against Dianaâs lips, âYouâve done so well. But can you keep it up?â
Too entranced, Diana had missed when Alex pulled the remote from her pocket with her other hand. A quick tap and the toy sped up even more, knocking the air from her lungs. This had to be the highest setting; there was no way it could get any worse than this. Warmth rushed from deep within her core, over her hips and up into her chest. It was stifling.
There was nowhere she could grasp onto for support now, save for the woman before her. Her hands found Alexâs sides, gripping her blazer before she could even think about what sheâd done. But Alex didnât seem to mind. It was when she hung her head that Alex suddenly gripped her chin, tilting it back with force to look into her eyes.
âDo you think you can last?â She all but purred, her breath hot on parted lips. Diana was well and truly at her mercy now; waves of pleasure rolled over her, pulling her from her surroundings in a lust-addled haze. Yet she still managed to lazily nod in her grip.
Alex hummed then slotted a thigh between trembling legs, causing a soft whimper to spill from Dianaâs lips. Though it offered support, it pressed too sweet, too deliciously. She didnât know how long she could fight off her oncoming climax at this rate.
âReally? The greedy little slut you areâŚâ She applied more pressure with her thigh, drawing a choked sob. âYouâre not going to come?â
âNo,â Diana said with firmness she didnât even know she could muster, even if it wavered in the end.
The chuckle that followed barely registered. Her heart was beating so loud she could hear it in her ears, feel it throughout her entire body. It drowned out every other noise. The grin that pulled on crimson lips as Alex gripped her chin even harder sent molten sparks across her skin. The coil in her belly wound impossibly tight, begging for release, and it hurt. Oh, it hurt.
Diana shuddered in her loverâs arms, eyes fluttering shut. The toy continued its relentless pace against that sweet spot within her, a low whine built in her throat. She didnât know how much longer she could handle of this. She blew out a long exhale, trying to halt her panting, but her breaths only came faster.
Stars began to form behind her eyes, signalling her impending release, and she couldnât even fight it anymore.
Then it stopped. The buzzing stopped altogether. So abrupt, it drew a loud gasp and she fell against Alex. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, clouding her vision even further, and she had no idea whether she was crying from relief or frustration. She was so close, teetering right on the edge, only to have it ripped away from her.
âShh,â Alex shushed her, then wrapped her arms around Diana. She carefully lowered her onto the couch, pressed up against her side. Then she smoothed back her hair. âVery good, my sweet girl. Have a rest.â
Diana buried her face in the crook of Alexâs neck, trying desperately to calm her breathing. Despite the toy no longer teasing, the throbbing between her legs persisted. Longing for more.
She had no doubt Alex knew how close she had gotten to failing, to suffering the consequences. But the absence of any scolding let her melt against her partner, wrapping her arm around her waist and taking in that sweet scent of hers once more. If this was the last time she was to hold her for a month, she wished to savour every second of it.
A soft kiss was pressed to the top of her head, yet the words that followed held no semblance of such tenderness.
âDo not think this means youâre forgiven. You still have the rest of the day ahead of you.â
#okay to rb & kudos appreciated âĄ#writing.#pair: diana x alex#i suppose they'd get a tag now ����#oc: diana#setting: mid 2000s // not too much going on here plot-wise if i'm honest#it's diana's birthday today so i present you all with some old lady yuri heheheh#as i said in post the other day i have been playing around with them this year and i'm really liking it...#they originally started off as an au but oh...... i fear they may end up becoming canon at this rate#I KNOW...like. i know. i just feel like for me at least with both of their characters i can build such a stronger story#like there's so much in my head with them already and i haven't even set out a proper timeline or things like that#i just know their dynamic and backstories and just so much more in ways of little intricacies could fit so well with one another#rambling again but aughghg i love the ewskers i really really do but something about these two together has frazzled my brain#also the lesbianism took over and i had to write some sapphic girlies (i hc alex as lesbian <3 and diana is bi)#another thing...i think this is the only sort of topping alex would do if i'm honest. she's not eating or wearing the strap sorryyyy#remote control things only me thinks cause i see her as such a dom bottom. okay anyways <3
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Last post before I crash and no-one hears from me until I return from my first final the morrowâs eve (a changed man no doubt) but thereâll never be anything funnier to me than consistently being viewed as a composed and calm saviour by peers while Iâm, actively and uncontrollably losing it.
#not said sarcastically or as a vent by the way I genuinely find it so terribly amusing. you think I have it together ? aw <3 you fool.#iâve been pacing around my room like a starving lion since the past week in whatever free time iâve had.#and i keep getting people in my messages begging me for last minute help ? which is endearing but. iâm hanging on for dear life myself#helping isnât foreign to me; i have 4 (?) people in my class who almost exclusively refer to me as maâam and even refer to me as a teacher.#but helping last minute is so. deeply chaotic.#and I have this issue with me where having others around me makes me immediately drop into a âroleâ of sorts?#iâll be freaking out but then someone else starts freaking out around me and my immediate response is to just.#hey. we are going to make it out of this. itâs easy as pie. do you see me worried? no right? <- on the verge of hyperventilating#thereâs this one guy in particular who got so excited to find out we have the exact same examination set-up tomorrow.#i gave him like basic pointers and i donât think iâve ever been thanked so earnestly and desperately in my life.#i remember during mocks my friends would message me what I wrote in questions and then theyâd immediately go oh thank Fuck.#theyâd literally just act like theyâre absolutely going to pass now just because we had points âin common.#as if iâm some sort of fucked up correct answer sheet incarnate.#itâs genuinely really sweet to me though; like iâm not posting this ranting or such.#having so much faith in another to the point that you can put yourself completely at ease says. alot i think.#and iâm glad i can be that person for so many.#and I feel like it helps me in a way too because i become so concerned with others that I forget to drown myself in my worries.#i forget that Iâm worried because there are others to care about and console and help. so i suppose they help me in a way as well.#but also who is going to be that person for ME. who is going to console ME. im going fucking neurotic /jest#<- woman with ego issues & control issues who would rather die than accept help.#sigh. oh well. Iâm sure weâll do just fine. cannot wait#đĽđˇ â colloquy.
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#there's something really beautiful about experiencing the weather patterns of a new place#where i live now. its not like where i grew up. not like the foothills of Appalachia but its more familiar than the Chihuahuan desert was#when i go home to ohio everythings so green. so green. unimaginably green and the towns are in the woods. the hills roll#and trees billow deciduous and packed so tightly the treeline is like a wall of plant matter. here there are trees but they are tall and#evergreen. patchy in places like shrubs in the desert. the grass grows green but also pale tan and dead. houses are routed in valleys#between mountains. they're made of wood and not stucco but they still look strange and the landscape is crumpled together tall. and there's#water. it rains. days can be dreary and gray with drizzle. i forgot what thats like. when a single low stratus cloud blocks out thewhole sk#and fog clings to the trees. my school bus used to drive by a lake where thr fog was so thick i didnt kno how the driver could see the road#but somehow i forgot how much joy suspended water vapor gives me living in a place where when it rains it pours so hard the streets flood#and the greedy ground drinks the landscape dry. but there are new things as well. here smoke rolls up over thr mountains and gets stuck in#the valleys so that the weather forcast reads: Smoke for days on end. im used to tornado warnings and heat warnings and dust storm warnings#but ive never expected Smoke as a type of weather. and im sure there's more to experience. ive only been here like 3 weeks. its not as gree#as home. the storms dont seem to get quite so violent. the woods are so full of bears that its an active threat. but its not the desert#and while ill miss the shapes of desert plants and little lizards. when i look up at the pine and spruce trees i feel like i can breathe a#little easier. well see how i feel once the long cold winter sets in haha#but i dunno. part of me still longs for a violent thunderstorm. one where u can feel the temperature drop and u csn feel it building all da#one that bends the trees and smells like ozone. it was never like that in thr southwest and im not sure that happens here#but maybe thats just a desire for chaos and violence as a product of my pathological internal control. i cant be spontaneous so let nature#bring the fear to me. some of my favorite memories are watching lightning strikes#so it goes i suppose#unrelated#listen. is it fucked up to have ohio nostalgia? maybe so. but in my defense i grew up in the pretty part of ohio lol
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more than a month after my previous kotor update i am happy to announce that i have finally met jolee and had him join me <3
#el plays kotor#yes im still on kashyyyk dont look at me#i was distracted by other games for a sec lmao but sth made me return to kotor yesterday#and now the party is complete!!!#and i have found 3 star maps and the plot is thickening!!!!#i keep wondering. if i hadn't been spoiled abt the pc's true identity would i have pieced it together by now#bc the foreshadowing isn't exactly subtle#or maybe it just feels unsubtle to me precisely because i know what is being foreshadowed....#but like. from the very beginning carth is like hmm its kinda sus that you happened to be on the endar spire#and then all those conversations with bastila that make u go hmmmm what's that supposed to mean#and then... when getting the star map on kashyyyk the hologram says sth abt you matching the required behavioral patterns or whatev#and that the last time it was used was five years ago And you can reply with 'hey revan was in these parts five years ago right'#like!!! yeah!!!! it was me!!!! i was the last user five years ago thats why i match the pattern i am revannnnnnnn#i have to know. did the first kotor players back in 2003 figure it out by this point hngngngnhng#or like any other players after 2003 who played and managed to avoid spoilers#anyway back to jolee. he is so cool but also so squishy on god#apparently some ppl give him a blaster to keep him out of melee but like you cant give a blaster to a jedi..... so uncivilized.......#i set him to use force powers until he runs out of force points#but the moment he runs out of force points and jumps into the fray he goes down. sigh#maybe im doing something wrong again. maybe i should let go of my jedi pride and just give him a blaster#i should also probably use all those energy shields and battle stimulants i have hoarded. i keep forgetting abt them lmao#also!!! @ the mutual who sent me that kotor related ask also more than a month ago i just wanted to let u kno. i have replied to it#i mean if u missed it or if u didnt get a notif or forgot or anything else that's cool !!#i just get all worried that ppl might think i havent answered and that im ignoring them if they dont indicate they've seen the reply gfhgfh#but that's a me issue. i just wanted to make sure u knew đŤś#anyway!! next stop manaan maybe#but first a detour to tatooine to deal with mission's useless deadbeat brother
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i can't stop looking at his dâdâdâdâFACE!
pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader
summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3
warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanamiâs, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in tojiâs, art by 3-aem, lmk if Iâve missed anything!
a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 𫡠chosoâs is my fav hehe
NEW: part 2 here
general masterlist
SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!
âBrat!â Sukunaâs voice cuts through the air like a whip. âWatch your back. Youâre supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.â
He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. âLike this. Not whatever the fuck that was.â
You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his faceâstone-hard and unmoving.
Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. âSukuna, g-give me a sec. I justâfuckââ You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. âI just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.â
Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softensâjust a little. âFine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, letâs practice proper form.â
You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukunaâs crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. âSorryââ
âThat was wrong.â Sukunaâs voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. âHere.â Both of you squat down, Sukunaâs hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukunaâs thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. âYour back should be neutral, otherwise youâre going to hurt yourself.â
âOâokay,â you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breastsâ
Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. âCome with me. Youâre not doing them right.â
Soon, youâre led into one of the gymâs stretching roomsâthe private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout.Â
âSukuna, what are weââ you breathlessly ask, but youâre quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.
âCome here,â he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize thereâs a bulge making contact with your pussy. âWeâre going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.â He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.
Soon, youâre moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.
âFuck! Youâre so tight.â He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. âPretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isnât that right?â
You didnât have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table.Â
âOh fuck yea,â Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. âDidnât know my client had such a sweet pussy.â
KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)
âYour totalâs $14.93. Youâre five bucks short.â The delivery boyâan emo looking guy with hair in space bunsâresponds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldnât look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.
"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"
He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correctâright next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.
"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."
You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."
"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like."Â
He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!
You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"
"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethiââ
The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar.Â
Which is empty.
"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."
"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.
As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you.Â
"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.
"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"
"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.
"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.
GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!
He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next TuesdayâŚ
You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen.Â
However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quicklyâwhich was painful, considering you were so invested in the storyâto make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?
"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs. You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...
You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.
And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him.Â
But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."
Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "IâIâuh sorryâIâ"
"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"
You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.
"That feel good?"
You whimper. "Yesâahâit feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."
The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."
His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge heâs sporting. Heâs sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where youâre sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.
The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. âThatâs right, take it all.â
You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."
âThatâs my stop. You have to cum before then, or you wonât be able to cum,â Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck.Â
âFuck, you got so tight,â he groans. âGonna cum?â He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars.Â
âI willâI will,â you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you donât scream out on this very, very public train. âSqueezing my fingers so much, relax,â Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. âYou gonna do that to my dick next?â
NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)
âMr. Nanami,â you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. âYou wanted to see me?âÂ
For a moment, your husbandâs handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kentoâs presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. âI assume you can guess why you are here?â
You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husbandâthe one currently under your chargeâneglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility.Â
But what he doesnât know is that youâve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you.Â
âTeam leader, Iâm going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and itâs hindering the company,â he reminds you stoically. âIâve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouseâs negligence.â
You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. âIâIâm going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I donât have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in muchâŚemotional conflict if this were to happen.â The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. Youâre sure heâs going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.
âI see.â Nanami crosses his arms. âI suppose there is aâŚfavor you could do for me.â
At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. âOf course. Anything.â
Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanamiâs desk, his cock drilling inside you. Heâs ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. âIâve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?â
âIt is!â you squeal. âYouâre soâso big!â
Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. âDarling, I câcan tell he doesnât treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussyâs been waiting for a while for a real man.âÂ
You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one whoâs owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. âPlease donât stop!â
âI wonât ever, sweetheart,â he pants. âIâm going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.â
FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)
Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent isâ-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.
And there he is. Him in the flesh. Heâs leaning against the boxing ringâs outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.
Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.
The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.
Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.
You almost drench your panties.
His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.
The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadiumâs screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.
When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. Youâre wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.
âTry to last long, okay?â Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. âIâll try to drag this out as much as I can, but itâs gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.â
You glare at him, but thereâs not much intensity there. âYea, yea,â you huff. âFor all I know, youâll be my personal dildo today.â
And the fuckerâs smile widens. âLet the games begin.â
Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.
âToji is currently in the lead!â The announcerâs voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Tojiâs waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.
Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. âYouâre going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.â With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.
The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. âWhat a sensitive girl,â he coos. âToo bad she was too weak. Now sheâs going through to have to take my cock.
With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so youâre on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.
You donât look back at the monster thatâs about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.
âFuck.â And Tojiâs slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. âThe fuck this pussyâs so tight for? Thought you were a slut?â
Youâre tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, âYouâre not turning me on, small dick.â
He did not like that very much.
Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. âYea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, Iâm going to come inside of your slutty pussy.â
The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.
GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!
You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.
You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.
These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, youâve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.
But masturbating wasnât enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.
Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.
The line rings, and he picks up. âHey,â and you can tell heâs a little breathless. âlong time no see. Whatâs up?â
âCut the fucking act out,â you spit. âI know youâve been fucking watching me, perv.â
Satoruâs panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. âWait, waitâlisten, IâI can explain.â
âOn how youâre being a peeping tom?â You glare at his window. âCome over, Gojo. Then Iâll listen to your fucking explanation.â
One thing leads to another, and now youâre spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. âYou feel soâso good. Mâ sorryâsorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.â
You laugh meanly and grab his chin. âYou feel sorry yet, you pervert?â And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. âRemember, this is the only fucking thing youâre good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, youâre going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.â
a/n yea this was depravedâŚ.lmk what yall think tho đ
comment and reblog Iâd love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)
NEW: part 2 here!
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Fae Courting Rituals | TWST
Diasomnia Dorm X Reader
Lilia X Reader, Sebek X Reader, Malleus X Reader, Silver X Reader
---- Fae are typically taught from a young age certain courting rituals. (Non-Human courting rituals part 3/3)
Note: Was going To add silver to this list. (I know he isn't a fae, but he was raised by one) but was too tired to write for him)
Savanaclaw Ver. | Octavinelle Ver
Sebek:
He starts following you around for some reason.
Seriously, one day he just woke up and decided to not leave you alone. It helped that you guys shared a bundle of classes together.
You had no clue how you befriended the green hair boy. You weren't complaining though, in this school, where everyone is so set in their ways, you liked having the extra layer of protection that was the loud half fae: Sebek.
He was loud and denies it however, whenever you point out he follows you. He claims to not having even realized he was doing such a thing. "I would never follow around a mere human!" He shouted out his claims with a red face.
It could be true. He did get somewhat spacy sometimes if you'd believe it.
He had a packed schedule, or so he claimed, yet he always found time to be around you. It made a warm feeling blossom in your chest, well, of course before he used this time to rant about Malleus. "Wakasama is the most kind and fit ruler of-" He'd ramble, you'd sigh; put your face in your hand and lean a bit closer to him. You enjoyed hearing him so passionate, even if it was... constant.
He didn't have an off switch, that didn't have to be a bad thing.
Plush, you didn't hate his voice. Not that you'd be as loud about your likes as he was for his.
Though you were pretty positive your friends... and most of the students at NRC were in fact sick of his voice. People have also noticed he is more vocal around you.
Which is⌠a good thing?
The oddest thing happened once. At one point when the two of you were relaxing in ramshackle. A bag of popcorn and a shitty TV you got on sale at Sam's shop. He wasn't being loud for once in his life, instead his attention was focused on the screen.
You two were sitting pretty close together when, he had grabbed your hand and laid his head on yours. Was he... cuddling you?
You couldn't help but smile and continue to watch the movie. You didn't want to comment on it, you knew if you did, he'd probably get up, make a huge deal out of it (with a red face), and leave.
He started rubbing his forehead against yours before he finally pulled away like it never happened. It was oddly affectionate.
You didn't even think he knew that he was doing it.
He began to do these affectionate things while he was focused on something else. Either it be a show at the movie nights you organized with him, or if he was studying a bit to hard with you.
Your friends wondered how you even managed a movie night with the loud boy but you just shrugged.
Eventually, you had to face it: You really like Sebek.
You really liked this brash boy with a thick skull.
You knew however, even if he did like you back. He'd never admit it, let alone go out with you.
It left you with this odd feeling. A dull pain that ranged from a small ache to feeling like Throns were wrapping around your heart, piercing the organ in your chest.
You tried not to let that get you too down. Instead, you watched him across the lunchroom as subconsciously he blew bubbles into his drink, his green eyes finding yours...
So yes, you'd listen to his rants. You'd go out of your way to hang out with him, you'd enjoy his company while you could.
Because you knew, sooner or later, he'd realize it too. The same reality you had to face. And...
well...
He wouldn't face it.
He'd probably turn you away and never speak to you again. And you'd be fine with that. Even if you didn't want to be because you...
Well, let's save that for another day.. "Hey Sebek, lets hang out!"
"I suppose I can make time for you, Human!"
Lilia:
He was out to get you.
You noticed it. Almost everybody noticed it. You just didn't know what you did to him! He'd pop up everywhere and scare you! Right before disappearing away.
This counted as bullying, right?
You were starting to get... slightly paranoid.
You enjoyed Lilia's company, you really did. But you were tired of constantly looking over your shoulder. So, you started to avoid him, just a bit.
Your own personal revenge for the paranoia.
Now, Lilia has lived a long life. He knows what he's doing and is just having fun. He liked you, he did, but he probably isn't going to be that serious about this. He's in it for the vibes.
So when he see's you avoiding him... he well... He serenades you from outside ramshackle.
He makes his intentions very clear with a love song!
A boombox in Sebek's hand, and a tired Silver who followed along because... well Lilia was making Sebek hold a bomb box and traveling in your direction.
Lilia song his heart out for you. "Everybody loves somebody sometime!~ And although my dream was-"
"It is 2am!! The perfect will go out with you tomorrow!" Grim shouted out the window with a grogy done with it tone. After you threw a pillow at them.
NOTE: Sorry this one is short but I have a hard time writing for Lilia
Malleus:
What do you mean? You started courting him first. Very brave of you indeed child of man. He had even commented on it while you handed a piece of treasure!
That was... well, it was a cheap polished rock. It was well... shiny...?
It started very small. He accepted your gift and was expecting a bit more to be honest. Not even he was exactly sure how this courting would work out; he was prepared to be the one to pursue you!
Initially, he sat back and relaxed. Enjoyed the small sense of harmony you two already had and assumed you guys were dating.
Why would he not? He accepted your courting gift, he assumed their were more to come, the next step up to this would be marriage and he wasnât sure you were ready for that.
However, you noticed this. You were so confused. Heâd began to call you âbeloved.â Which was a 180.
When did you two� Huh??
Heâs also been more clingy. Not on the sense heâd follow you around but in the sense of a mountain of handwritten letters and the actual sense that heâs in your personal space when you two do hang out.
So⌠the two of you are just dating now? âBeloved, you havenât been responding to my letters. Did I do something?â
âOh, sorry I just havenât⌠quite finished all of them.â You glanced at a room that was empty at one time. Now it held a pile of letters.
This was an exaggeration, theyâre were a lot but not a whole room full⌠yet.
Extra??? Silver:
It started like most seedlings of love, with a dream. A simple one, you were sat beside him, the two of you quiet and happy in each others company. The birds sang as you hummed beside him. The boy was content, more so then he had been in his life.
Then, like it was second nature to both of you. You two shared a kiss, and then he woke up.
Usually, he tried not to lose himself to sleep. But tonight all he wanted was to go back to the dream world and hold you. As soon as the realization crossed his mind however, he woke up even more. Had he ever been this awake? âAm I in loveâŚ?â
He, not knowing what to do. Went to Lilia, whom was enthusiastic with this news.
You know when parents find out their four year old has a crush? Thatâs Lilia, except Silver isnât four. Every time they see you Lilia shoos Silver off too hang out with you. Sadly, with no prior love life to speak of, silver goes along with it.
Though he is embarrassed about it, he hides it well enough.
âDoes Lilia think you like me?â You asked all to happily once, hiding your own happiness behind a giggle at the absurd situation he found himself in.
âUh, yeahâŚâ heâd just smile at you, his head laying on the lunch table as he was about to go to sleep. he loved to see you laugh even if it was somewhat at his expense. However, Sleep tends to escape him when he was near you. Not that he didnât feel tired, but he didnât feel as tired. He couldnât feel angry about it, in fact he was happy about this. It was like you were some temporary cures for his illness.
Lilia would also insist that Silver gift you things. To show he can provide for you, the Silver hair male couldnât disagree. So, heâd find things that might fancy you.
His bird and squirrel friends also helped him in his venture to gain your affection. Often leaving flowers at your doorstep and small shiny things.
One day you saw the birds and Squirrels run up to your doorstep, one flower at a time, make a gorgeous bouquet.
You made sure to thank him and his animal friends after that.
In return you'd try and make things for him, find things around he or the animals would like. Nuts for squirrels, seeds for the birds, and a deep red rose you plucked from Heartslabyul during the end of an unbirthday party.
He stayed awake for longer than he ever had that night, staring up at the rose in the dark while his dormmate slept. A smile on his lips as he examined every detail of it.
Ace would call it cheesy. The relationship between the two of you was something out of a romance movie he'd say in a more teasing way. Something like, "Is it Tuesday or Wednesday he's going to chase after you to an airport?" and then roll his eyes. You tell Ace to shut up while looking away with a face as red as riddle's hair.
It was after a test, you pulled your test paper out of your bag ready to check your score after preparing for disappointment when a blue bird swopped down and took it!
You cursed and chased after the bird, rushing past students and looking crazy, eventually you ended up in the forest next to the school.
You were sure you looked ever crazier than you had been running in the school halls, because now you had leaves in your hair, and your shoes were all muddy now...
Eventually, the birds placed the test paper, face down on a certain boy's chest. "Silver... Are you asleep?" You smiled and knelt beside him, a small smile on your face. Rolling your eyes at the perpetually sleeping boy. You sat beside him for a moment taking a deep breath before you grabbed your test.
You almost preferred it this way, to have him here, even if he wasn't fully here. It helped your nerves somewhat. An even bigger smile graced your face as you turned the paper, and a large B was printed at the top.
Standing up, you gifted your friend a small kiss on his forehead and wandered off back to school.
Well, you were stopped by a small, sleepy voice. "Y/N...?"
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Note: It was this or clean my depression room... Anyway, I want to expand on Sebek's small scenario because I know if it was its own imagine I could make it really good.
Would ya'll enjoy that...?
ANYWAY, these small series is competed! (Unless...?) Thank you for reading them and thanks for reading the note. Not a lot of people do that. Myself included.
I have a hard time writing for Diasomnia...
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s. your boyfriend, handsome and secure suguru geto, doesn't get jealous
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w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut!
a/n: based on my seat taker biker!geto au! also I feel this does not live up to seat taker! but I tried my best! so I hope you can still enjoy! likes reblogs and comments r always appreciated to know yâall liked it!!!
your boyfriend does not have a single jealous bone in his body. itâs convenient you suppose?
youâve heard nightmares of insecure men who have to know where there girlfriends are every second of every hour, the direction theyâre even going to utter a breath in. the occasional story of a girl who canât speak to any men whatsoever because her boyfriend will berate her for doing so.Â
although you do always keep suguru in the loop about what youâre doing and donât really talk to guys because at the end of the day, more often than not, they always do not plan on just being your friend, he never expected those things out of you. It was a silent form of showing your respect for him. and he did the same out of instinct too, first too.Â
but aside from that, he doesnât show any jealousy.
there was a time he even tried to set you up with toji zenin when he was still crushing on you.Â
your boyfriend is a little peculiar, youâre very well aware of that, but you find his confidence in himself sexy. because you couldnât look anywhere else if you wanted to. he was handsome, his face chiseled so prettily it was painful. his smooth voice that always had you reeling to get him to talk more. and his spine tattoo that always made you blush at the sight of it befriending your scratch marks after a particularly rough night,Â
so you donât care about the way you dress, because he wonât control what you wear. in fact, itâs one of the things you both love about each other, a recent discovery now that youâve been dating for a month. suguru is an avid fan of the way you dress, relishing in what new outfit heâll see you in whenever he sees you that day, and if not possible, asking for a picture. and you love how he loves it. appreciating the fact that he loves when you wear booby shirts to campus or dates with him or particularly tight jeans that attract eyes aside from his, but are worn for the sole purpose of serving cuntâand riling your boyfriend up.
it all comes together to why you wear the dress you do tonight to go clubbing with him and some friends. itâs honestly the hottest thing suguru will have seen you in so far. yes, your previous halloween costumes were something alright, but thisâŚwas different. halloween was like a month ago and the outfits for those events were meant to be slutty, purely slutty. this look was meticulously planned by you the moment you ordered the dress online. the sheer dress and its sparkles had been running across your mind that entire week of shipping with the perfect sultry way you planned to do your hair and makeup.Â
youÂ
hey can we carpool later tonight, my dress isnt motorcycle proof :/
suguru
sure princess. can i get a peek?
you
donât feel like it hehe wait for it sugu <3
suguru
tease
any other time, he wouldâve more than likely have gotten his peek at your outfit, you are weak to his demands naturally, but this was something he genuinely would have to wait for. pictures would not do you justice and you wanted to catch your boyfriends raw reaction when he saw the look for the first time .Â
and you were right.
when he went up to your apartment to pick you up and you opened the door, the reaction was worth the wait. the constant warmth your boyfriendâs gaze always held fell the moment his eyes landed on you and took a moment to breathe you in.Â
you saw his pupils dart to your cleavage first, staring for a hard second, then to the tightness against your waist and hips bringing attention to your figure. the small quirk of his eyebrow seconds within that let you know he spotted the thong hugging your body under the sheer dress. he did a once over of your legs, looking at what shoes you were wearing, before he brought his eyes up to look at your face again.
he doesnât say anything, instantly moving forward and getting rid of the space between the both of you to take your head in his hands and plant his lips on yours. you press a hand against his chest when you feel him swipe his tongue across the top of your mouth so hungrily.Â
âyouâre going to kiss off my lipgloss sugu.â you giggle, heaving a little as you press your forehead against his, blinking up happily at him.Â
his stare is firm as his blown up pupils stare back into you, âsorry pretty girl, couldnât help myself.â
âand whyâs that hm?â you bite your lip through your smile, eagerly waiting for his answer, still forehead to forehead with him, his hands still holding you in place.
his hair is in that half up half down duo you go so feral for, you realize this detail when he says, âyou know why.â
âno I donât,â you drag on, a teasing lilt in your voice
âbecause,â he drags one of his hands down to caress your neck softly with his thumb, you can see a slight crease in his eyelids at your playfulness, âmy girlfriend is trying to get away with first degree murder right now.â
âyou like the dress?â you give him a toothy smile and you can slightly catch his gaze turn hungry at the sight of it
suguru suddenly raises you up by clasping his arms behind you, below your butt and on your thigh, so youâre above him when he looks at you lovingly, âlike is an understatement.â
âwell i like your hair today,â you compliment him, still giggly
âyeah?â he smiles, âiâm glad.â
itâs your first time ever going to the club with suguru, so thereâs some sort of powerful feeling lingering when you enter the loud building holding hands with him. youâre going in belonging to someone and so is he, as opposed to other people going in and hoping to catch a body tonight or at least a good grind on the dancefloorâsatoru cough cough.
the white haired maniacâs influence gets all of you a vip table with liquor already waiting for you and when you get there, suguru sits and plants you on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around your waist.
Itâs when you look forward, you see toji zenin give you a quick once over from where heâs seated near satoru. and you ignore it, you always do. heâs never made an advance on you ever since you and suguru became a thing, heâs respectful of the relationship, but his eyes can never lie, heâs into you. itâs why youâve never uttered a word to him and why he doesnât either. and you canât really blame him if the purpose of tonight's look was to turn all heads, not just your boyfriendâs.
âyou smell good baby,â suguru mutters into your ear as he brushes a hair away from your face, âare you using the perfume i got you?â
you wrap your arms around his shoulders when you respond with a nod of your head and, âyeah. I finally ran out of my old one.â
âgood girl.â he smiles appreciatively before placing a tender kiss on your neck
the softness of it makes you giggle a little and crane your neck a little, suguru pinches your side to tease you for it.Â
itâs when a certain lullaby of a song comes on that your ears perk up and your boyfriend observes the reaction, looking up at you and rubbing circles into your waist, âwhatâs up baby?â
within an instant all the girls at your table begin to get up and rush to the dance floor and you turn to suguru, already starting to unwrap his arms from your waist.
âi have to go dance this babe,â you say hurriedly, like a little kid leaving their mom the moment they see the bouncy castle go up.
suguru can say nothing before he watches you run off to join the other girls on the dance floor, eyebrows raised in amusement at your antics then in reaction to your immediate inclination to start dancing.Â
you look pretty, he thinks as he reaches over to serve himself a glass of whiskey.Â
and he continues to think it as he âtalksâ to his friends, nodding and giving small mhms when all heâs really doing is watching you live it up at the center of the club.Â
youâre ethereal, the only star in that murky puddle of bodies. maybe your dress is part of the reason for all that shine and glow youâre giving off, but nothing beats the pretty little smile on your face that says youâre having a good time. itâs turning him on to be honest. he always wants to shove himself inside of you when you bear that toothy smile at him.Â
and other people think the same, he notes.Â
heâs always seen the stares, he knows youâre a sight to behold. there hasnât been a day where he isnât aware that so many other people want you. he knew it when you were merely the smart, hot girl he had a crush on his lit class, with so many other guys obviously paying a little more attention when it was your turn to speak, and he knows it even more now with your male following on social media and the way he constantly gets sized up just for being next to you. for fuck's sake he's heard toji zenin talk about how bad you are before he knew about your thing with suguru at the halloween party, hell, he still catches the frat president unable to control the way his eyes eat you up when you're near.
âdone already?â satoru asks haughtily when he sees all of the girls that went to dance come back heaving a little
itâs been an hour since they all left at the start of that first song.
ây/nâs still there though,â one of them breathes, taking satoruâs drink from him, âshe does not stop.â
âyeah, she doesnât,â suguru laughs a little, looking back at you, still as energetic as when you first got there.
fuck, you're beautiful.
speaking of before,
heâs painfully more aware of it when he notices the number of eyes gravitating towards you from the dancefloor, tables, and the bar.
itâs like a bunny in a room full of wolves. or those scenes where scooby and shaggy are in a dark room and a thousand red eyes pop up to blink at them. the eyes to you ratio is beginning to get a little mind boggling now that he sees it in a real life setting. this is not the handful of guys checking you out when you go to the library with him or the nth guy staring at you when you walk past with your boyfriend next to you. this is a huge club with you in the middle and catching the eye of almost every guy in here, most of whom come to this place with plans of taking a girl home or putting moves on her.Â
the thought manifests itself when a blonde frat bro walks up to you and tries to dance with you. suguruâs heart stops a little for some reason. heâs seen guys come up to you before, actually talking to you and trying to get your number, so he shouldnât feel this irked when he knows the guy is going to be disappointed by your answer. he actually wants to go up to the guy and beat his face in.
the surge of pride that courses through his body is immense when he sees you put a hand between you and the guy and you make an annoyed face, all before strutting off and making your way back to the table.Â
he manspreads a little more for you to sit between his legs, draping one arm on your thigh, the other holding onto his whiskey.
âa guy tried to dance with me,â you huff when you sit down, reaching for suguruâs drink, which he hands over without a second thought, now using the other free hand to fully hug you.
âI saw,â he says, perching his chin your shoulder, watching as you take a sip of the whiskey and cradle the cup in your hands.
âdance with me,â you turn to look at him and pout, âi donât want guys coming up to me.â
âbut you look so good rejecting them.â suguru teases, smirking a little at you
when your face deapans, he laughs and hugs you tighter, âweâll go in a bit. rest your pretty feet for a second, donât want them to tire out.â
âokay,â you slump into his hold, pouting
and suguru did keep his promise, like always. he took you dancing after a few minutes of rest and letting you drink the rest of his whiskey.
he protected you from any other guys trying to come up to you, evident in the way no guys even dared get close from a ten feet radius.
he kept you close and let you dance with him, hands appreciatively holding onto you when you pressed your body against his. it was much different to the dancing from that first time at satoruâs party, he was really holding onto you this time. his hands always found your ass, your hips, even the underside of your boobs during every second of every song.
and suguru isnât a jealous guy, so it was a little weird to you when you saw him notice a guy oogling you and he immediately pulled you in to makeout with him on the dancefloor. it was unlike any other makeout session you had ever had with him before. he was gripping your ass while his other hand held your neck, that wasnât new, he always did that, but his energy about it was soâŚall consuming.Â
all you know, is that instantly had you horny and you couldnât help the mewl you let out after he squeezed you in his hold.
âletâs go,â he spoke a bit tensely into your ear so you could hear him past the music.
and you were never one to go against him because everything suguru did always made sense and worked for you, so you nodded mindlessly and said, âokay.â
when you got to suguruâs apartment, he immediately pushed you against the door and resumed the makeout session he had started at the club. one of his hands was planted against the door while the other roughly gripped your waist to keep you close to him.Â
âIf you ever see toji, i want you to run the other direction,â he spoke ominously against your lips
the command had you furrowing your eyebrows, you mean of course yes you'd do that, but you never wouldâve thought heâd ask it from you. he never really cared to address your actions when it came towards other guys. suguru wasnât ever jealousâŚnonetheless, you agree meekly, taken aback by his roughness, âokay.â
all your boyfriend did in response was let out a gruff sound of acknowledgement before pressing his body further against yours and beginning to tug your dress off. he started by pushing down the straps, then pushing the upper half down, including your strapless bra until your tits popped out.Â
he pushed both of them together the moment they peeked out and then let a glob of spit drop down onto one of your nipples rather obscenely before he went down to mouth at that same breast. it had you keening, you could feel your thong becoming nonexistent with the way you were starting to drench through it.
a bite from suguru had you squeaking before he continued his ministrations on your other breast while his hands worked on pushing the rest of your dress all the way down, even your thong since it caught onto the tight material of the dress.
you were left completely naked in front of him now and he manhandled you by suddenly picking you up and pinning you against the wall next to the door. he let one hand hold one of your legs to his waist, while the other went under and quickly swiped a finger across your folds with ease due to the wetness
âso easy baby,â he muttered against your lips before plunging a finger all the way in and curving it upwards
âyouâre being mean,â you complain, feeling completely flustered at his brash actions
âwhatâs so mean about making you feel good hm?â he leans back to get a good look at you when he plunges another finger in and starts to push them in and out quickly, watching as your eyebrows knit and you start to mewl, âatta girl.â
ânothing,â you mumble, brainless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hook him in closer with your legs, âow!â
he started adding a third finger when he felt like you were starting to open up more, however your small complaint started dying into a moan when he increased his pace with the third finger.Â
âthatâs a lot sugu,â you heave through delirious breaths, flustered at the fact that he was staring so intensely at how you were sucking him in
your comment had him finally looking up at you and you dont know if youâd rather he go back to staring at your pussy, because he was giving that same intense stare to you now. the all heavy pressure of his gaze was entirely being directed at your own eyes now, and how could you meet that same gaze equally when he was three fingers into you and making you moan like a slut.
suguru might have granted you a quick mercy when he leaned against you, quickening the pace of his fingers so you could get louder, and breathed into your ear, muttering lowly, âmy cockâs a lot more than three fingers but you always cream all over it.â
the dirty sentence has you pulling suguru closer to you, and trying to trap him where he was so you wouldnât have to look at him in the flustered state he put you in. but your boyfriend didnât have it, forcing himself out of your grip, and craning his neck back to go back to looking at you.
he pulled out all three of fingers just to land a sharp slap across your pussy before plunging all of them into you again, âlet me watch you baby. be good for me, okay?â
he honestly expects you to be able to answer him when three of his very large fingers are stretching you wide open and curling on that one spot that always has you crumbling, you know he expects you to because he turns his head a little when you donât answer and lands another slap before going back to fingering you.
âspeak up princess,â he orders so easily and so sweetly, like heâs not torturing your body right now
and you do your best to force the words out of you, legs quivering and resisting the urge to writhe in his grasp when you gasp, âokâokay.â
âgood girl,â he almost groans with a snarl as he suddenly stops fingering you open and hoists you over his shoulder, a squeal leaves your mouth at the action.
heâs walking you both to his bedroom, you notice from the path of his hallway made out from your view, and the realization doesnât last long before suguru brings you down again, then pushes you down and bends you over his bed. he lands a slap to your ass and you can makeout the rustle of him getting naked when he says softly, âgrab the pillows and put them under your stomach angel.â
and you listen, reaching easily for both of his large and fluffy pillows, and putting them under your abdomen.
you feel suguruâs heavy length press against your ass and bare pussy when he presses up against you, gripping onto the crease between your thighs and ass, and starts mouthing hot and heavy kisses across your spine. you whine a complaint at the fact that you feel so good, but you know you could feel so much better if he just put it in already.
âwhat?â suguru notices the pitch that you always make when youâre complaining, continuing his line of affection down your spine
âput it in,â you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis and hissing a little when you feel his cock graze your lips at the action
suguru gives a last kiss to the bottom of your spine before coming back up and grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your head up so he could look at you, âhow bad do you want it?â
âreally bad sugu.â you mewl, feeling gratification from the sting of his hold on you
âyou want me to fill up your little hole? even when we both know youâre gonna start crying that itâs beating your pussy up, yeah?â he questions cruellyÂ
âmhm,â you nod pathetically, âeven if i do.â
his lips twitch a little at your admission and he yanks on your hair a little harder when he lands a sloppy kiss on your lips that has a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths when he pulls away.
he stands back up and lands another stinging slap across your ass, groaning, âmy pretty fuckin ass.â
as if he couldnât get any dirtier, suguru then grabs either of your cheeks and spreads them apart to get a good view of your sex, the sudden exposure of which makes you feel even wetter. that last fact seems of no use to suguru when you feel a large glob of spit land and run down your hole.
you suck in breath when you feel suguru start to rub his tip across your folds.
âsloppy little pussy,â he mutters before pressing into you. and you both groan when he starts to inch himself in even further.
the moan you let out when he completely pulled out and slammed back in was sinful and the noises that followed when he started doing that again and again at a faster pace without mercy had you outright screaming.Â
you felt like you were constantly breathless, constantly trying to breathe. he hadnât ever been this hard on you before.
and you thought you knew what hard was from him before.
âi know, i know,â he whispered against your neck when he pressed himself down against you and started jackhammering even closer to your cervix, so on point with your gspot too that you felt your orgasm starting to build up
a particular gutteral squeal from you had him breathing a âso cuteâ while he never relented his brutish force against you
âsuguâsugu,â you reached around for one of his arms, heaving, grabbing onto it while he violently moved the both of you, âiâm gonnaâmmmâiâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum!â
the confession had suguru suddenly changing positions, hooking his arms up and under your armpits to pull you up to stand flush against his body while he slammed up against you ferociously. it unexpectedly had your high crashing against you after a graze of your gspot.
âthatâs it baby, thatâs it.â suguru consoled when he felt you twitch in his hold and your juices dripping all over his abdomen and cock, âsuch a good fucking girl.â
all you wanted to do was fall down and rest, but the most you could muster was letting your body go limp in your boyfriendâs unrelenting hold, letting him use you as he pleased.
â âs too much sugu,â you whined as the overstimulation started kicking in
It didnât get him to stop at all.
âremember what you said earlier hm?â he brought up, breathing heavy as he lifted a foot up to plant it against the edge of the bed. it was leverage for the scream worthy pace he started forcing on you now.
tears started to fall down your cheeks at the overstimulation. it was so good, too good. It was all so sinfully good.Â
you felt your walls start to flutter again at your second nearing orgasm when you sniffled from the tears. and although your boyfriend still evilly abused your pussy, he leaned down and moved your face to the side with one hand so he could be face to face with you.Â
you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead he started licking your tears off.
it was the catalyst for your orgasm and you thrashed rather hard against suguru, who you could feel suck in a breath at the sporadic clenches of your pussy.
âfuck,â he breathed harshly, pulling you even tighter against him to more easily meet his thrusts and you could feel his cock twitch as a symptom of his incoming orgasm.
that, and he started to speak up filthily.
âMineâmineâmineâmine.â he reiterated quickly, punctuating each time with a thrust, âfuck âs all mine. god canât get enough of you pretty baby. so fucking slutty and pretty. fuckâfuckânext time i see toji giving you heart eyes im gonna pump my cum inside you so he can see it running down your fucking legs. fuckâyou like that baby? whatâaâgoodâgoodâfuckingâgirl. tell me you want that baby.â
scrambling for any piece of sanity just to tell your boyfriend what he wants to hear, in hopes of spurring his lust, you moan out weakly, âi want it sugu i want it.â
âyeah? you want him to see me dripping out of your pretty fuckin pussy? godâi fuckingâwantâit. heâll never get to fucking know what itâs like to cream this little hole.â
âsoâso dirty sugu,â you moan sheepishly at the embarrassing realization that he might just make you cum a third time because of the added spur of his pussy drunk words.Â
âpussyâs fucking dirty,â snarls back at you, pulling you closer to him, âcan feel you clenching around me. know you fucking like it.â
the shut down of his words had you shaking in attraction to his ability to shut you up like no other.
âneverâforgetâyouâreâmine,â he thrusts through, â âs fucking pussy, your ass, your tits, your body, your pretty fucking face, âs all mine. you donât need anybody but me. iâm yours iâm yours iâm yours. âs dick âs all yours, everything, baby. take itâtake itâtake it.âÂ
his breathing was starting to get heavier and you could feel his abs start twitching against you, a sign of his orgasm building up just as yours was all over again.
so it surprised you when suguru pulled out and threw you onto the bed, your legs hanging off the edge before he picked them up and slanted them up against his body by hugging them close. âcome here, come here,â he quickly let one arm go for a second to guide himself into you again before wrapping it around your legs again. he repositioned the one leg of his back on top of the bed for his leverage and leaned forward a bit to go back to his brutal thrusts.Â
âwanna see your face when you cum again.â he muttered as he stared at you squealing and moaning lewdly at his ministrations
suguru started kissing and mouthing at your calves while keeping you in a deadlock of eye contact. his cheeks and ears were tinged pink and his hair had fallen out of the half up half down do he had it in earlier.Â
the worshipping of your legs and eye contact had to have been the last straw for you, because after a certain lick of your skin, you started crashing, feeling yourself let go across the entire lower half of your boyfriend, resisting the urge to cover your face in embarrassment because he recently made it a point that he really really liked seeing your face when you came.
the point was proven when he followed soon after you, thrusting half haphazardly into you as he blew his load inside of you in time with every squeeze of your cunt. it was accompanied by a litter of painful bites across your calves and heavy breathing from your boyfriend. he looked like he came hard, it felt like he did, considering how every spurt of his cum was sharply thrusted into you, making you wince in pain every time his tip kissed your cervix.
both of you were breathing heavily after, especially suguru, his skin covered in a thicker veil of sweat than you, who was simply taking all of that force he was exerting. he was still holding onto your legs, resting his forehead on the bare skin of your foot that wasnât covered by your heel.Â
his eyes were closed and he licked his lips, a bit tired, as he spoke, âi think i do get jealous after all, iâm sorry.â
his confession made you slightly clench around him, making him suck a breath in at the sensitivity while you breathlessly giggled, âthatâs okay, i never said you couldnât.â
suguru lazily bit your calf again as a sign of retaliation, "you could sound less excited."
#geto x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x reader#suguru geto x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk suguru#suguru geto smut#geto smut
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⎠sylus x wife!reader (2)
contents: tooth-rotting fluff. arranged marriage au. sylus as your sweet and doting husband who's simply in love with you and anything that you do. 1.5k wc.
ę° note á° thank you for everyone's patience who requested a part two!! I truly hope this meets your expectations <3
part one here. ęą
â Youâre an early bird married to a night owl. After gradually moving your belongings into Sylusâ master bedroom, your different sleeping schedules were made acutely aware. His day is just beginning when youâre heading to bed and heâs more or less mentally retired after a long night of business dealings and meetings when your body decidedly rises with the first rays of light at dawn. Because of this, you both compromise to meet somewhere in the middleâSylus sweetly tucks you in later than your usual bedtime and leaves only when youâd fallen asleep, and you snuggle with him in the mornings until the very last minute and youâre forced to get ready for the working day. However, his sleeping patterns are more on the irregular side and heâll check in on you when heâs supposed to be resting.
â When Luke and Kieran witness you and Sylus bid each other with a goodbye kissâan affectionate and wholesome display between lovers as your husband sees you off to work at the front door, they are stunned and lose it from the sidelines at the budding romance. âWait, what just happened?â âWas there a development while we were gone?â The crow twins would share glances and decipher the scene before them together. They both have been rooting for you and their boss since day one, and they marvel at the way you both are completely smitten with each other. As though you two are like newlyweds who can't get enough of your shared love, unwilling to separate just yet even as you slowly step away from Sylus.
â His touch linger with purpose to hold onto every last part of you and his hands move from your waist and slide down your arms to hold your hands until his fingers curl slightly and mourn the loss of your warmth when he eventually has to let you go. When Sylus watches your figure disappear and return back inside his home he receives a thumbs up and pending double high fives respectively from his two henchmen. He walks past them and ignores their antics by giving them orders, but Luke doesnât leave his brother hanging and celebrates that their boss is officially and undeniably in love.
â Anniversaries were an unexpected thing to celebrate with Sylusâalong with holidays and birthdays. You were caught by surprise when you received a gorgeous dress and pearls inside a pretty wrapped box adorned with ribbons after being married to Sylus for three months. You werenât quite romantically involved with him at that point and went along with what he planned for the evening, and you had a feeling it wasnât just a performance for the public at an upscale restaurant but he genuinely wanted to make this night special for you. Then something in the air shifted and became sweeter and you suppose you wanted to start making the smaller things in life count. Even if there wasnât a particular milestone coming up, you decide to make one up yourself. After all, thereâs a true saying that the secret to marriage is keeping it fresh and interesting.
â With the help of the cute twins, they set up a cozy tent in the verdant space of the garden meanwhile you decorate fairy lights all around in swooping arcs and tight lines, arrange pillows and blankets inside, and place a deck of kitty cards in the center. After everything is where you need it to be, you show the boys your gratitude and send them away as you work on the finishing touches. You gather the plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and two glasses for the red wine when suddenly your husband sneaks up from behind you and wrap himself around you, inquiring about how the twins wanted him to come find you⌠Oh those cheeky little things. Well, never mind them. âDonât tell me that you forgot what today is. Happy 300 days since our first kiss, baby.â You admit that it may come off as a little silly and no oneâs truly keeping count, but you simply wanted to do something nice for him.
â Sylus never passes up an opportunity to take care of his darling wife. Even if that means going along with your unusual ideas like you suggesting to borrow his dress shoes after the auction show was over. He throws you a puzzled look followed by a bemuse chuckle, and he supposes he could oblige if thatâs what you really wanted. You explain to him that being well dressed from head to toe to match his outfit came at the price of your painfully, aching feet. And he canât resist giving into your demands when you ask with such adorable little pouts. There are more practical methods to go about the situation, but he certainly loves humoring you even if things don't work out the way you thought they would.
â Sylus leads you to a nearby bench and gestures for you to have a seat while he removes his shoes and bends down on one knee before you, unworried about dirtying his expensive trousers. He works diligently to undo the straps around your ankles and place your heels aside to focus on slipping his shoes onto your feet. âWell, you look quite fetching in my shoes. Now shall we continue our walk or do you have any more requests to make?â He helps you straighten yourself as he returns to his normal height. You huff and make a discontent noise when you almost trip over your own two feet trying to take a step forward in your (his) much too large and too spacious shoes. âActually, these wonât do. I changed my mind, I want my heels back.â
â Sylus chuckles at your hopeless attempt, his hand going on your hip to keep you from toppling over and accidentally hurting yourself. âAh, it appears my shoes are too big for you, kitten. You say you want your heels back, hm?â He kneels before you once more as he retrieves your pair of heels, his fingers brushing along the underside of your leg and he carefully tugs them back on your feet. He gives your ankle a gentle squeeze as he finishes securing the straps, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. "There, I hope you're satisfied now, my sweet wife." His arm then goes around your waist and he effortlessly lifts you off the ground without so much as a warning. He smirks at your precious reaction, your body flushed against his meanwhile your arms encircle his neck for balance. âWhy donât I just carry you the rest of the way instead?â
â Youâre snuggled up against Sylusâ chest as you bring a concern to his attention one night. âWhat happens when our arrangement comes to an end?â The main reason you agreed to marry him in the first place is because it was a contract marriage with a specific time frame of five years that youâd have to spend with him. And you realize that with everything he does, heâs always been considerate of you as a whole even with how he drafted this contract knowing that it could end at his own expense. He provided you with a means of freeing yourself from him if you for whatever reason wished to no longer continue your marriage with him after the term ends. The choice is left entirely up to you because he never wanted you to feel trapped but he wonât make it easy for you. âIf I decided to leave, youâd really let me go?â
â Sylus hesitates for a moment, his gaze fixed on you and he seems to be thinking about something as his expression grows serious. âYou always know how to ask the tough questions, donât you sweetie?â After a moment, he lets out a small sigh and nods. ââŚYes. Technically, youâll be free to go. I wonât stop you if you truly want to leave.â Another sigh escapes him, yet his voice remains soft and sincere and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and his palm cradles your cheek. âBut that doesnât mean I donât want you to stay. What do you want to happen when the contract ends, darling?â
â You mull over your thoughts, teasing him with a pensive look as you purposely drag on the seconds. âSince youâre leaving it up to me, I think⌠I want to renew our vows at the five-year mark. Howâs that sound?â A surprise and slight disbelief flit across his face at the same moment his countenance softens at your affirmation. âYou want to renew our vows?â You offer him a demure nod with your sweet smile and he gently takes your hand in his, bringing it to his face and laying a kiss against your knuckles. âThen itâs settled. I would be honored to renew our vows when the time comes. There will be no more contracts or strings attached. Weâll be bound by our love and our love only.â
#ᨳ âË đđĽđ¨đŽđđ°đ˘đŹđŠ.đ°đŤđ˘đđđŹ#sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#l&ds x reader#sylus love and deepspace#sylus lnd#sylus l&ds#sylus lads#lnds sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace
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!! itâs very silly and unserious and the only reason itâs long is because itâs so vivid in my head. unedited as hell </3
nosy neighbours tf 141 got me giggling. and itâs not even inherently sexy nor attractive, itâs really just them being in peopleâs (or a personâs) business.
thinking about how, in retirement, they still bought a house together because itâs so odd to have separate lives. and so they bought one in the suburbs, with five bedrooms and four baths, and a really big backyard. kyle picked up gardening so the backyard was not just a plus but a damn requirement.
so they move in, not giving a damn about that one old WASP couple across the street watching them all with a sneer because apparently moving in with your mates is unusual. well, whatever. fuck them.
then they meet their new neighbour. youâre singleâdivorced, price would tell them laterâwhose life is centred around your 9 to 5 job at an office in the city which you wake up at 5am for.
you leave the house at 6:30am and then amble back home when itâs pushing 8pm. itâs a boring life; a boring routine. not even your little front lawn of cared-for wild flowers managed to hold their attention longer than a day.
so with that said, theyâd like to go on a record and say that itâs all johnnyâs fault.
friday evening, he started the game by saying, âshe bought a baguette.â he paused. âand a bottle? it's shaped like lube?â
john blinked, setting his book down. âwhat.â
mactavish shrugged, still peering from the crack in the curtains. kyle walked in then, his apron all dirtied. âhey, iâm craving a baguette.â
johnny laughed and looked at price like price was supposed to get something from that. of course he didnât, but johnnyâs always been good at carrying the momentum so, to no oneâs surprise, he repeats the observation three days after the previous one.
âbagâo coal and lemon bread. what the hell.â
âthatâs a disgusting dinner combo,â kyle chirps, switching the channels.
simon throws a pillow at him because he had been watching a documentary about moths when kyle changed the program without asking him.
âitâs just monday,â john finally replies, cementing his participation in the game. âwhyâs she buying lemâdid she not grocery shop?â
johnny looks at him, wide-eyed. âthatâs a good question, sir.â then he turns, ignoring them again to peer at their neighbour. johnâs sure youâre back in your home so he really doesnât know what johnnyâs watching at that point.
simon was successful at wrestling the remote control back to him, and the programâs returned to the moths.
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thursday evening, two and a half weeks after mondayâs lemon bread and bag of coal, the game picks up again.
âwho the hell makes a rug purchase during the weekdays?â kyle asks, his voice teetering between fascination and concern.
âhow longâs the rug?â johnny replies, all of them watching as kyle stands in front of that slip of window they now use for âbird watching.â
kyle spreads his arms outâ2.5 ft.
âhuh,â johnny says. âfor the toilet, you reckon?â
âprobably for the cat, actually,â simon cuts in.
âwhat cat.â john doesnât even know who asked that, but reallyâwhat cat?
âa round thing,â simon answers. âgrey fur.â
âaww,â johnny croons. âthatâs cute.â
john sighs and turns back to the morning paperâs crossword puzzle for the day.
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you donât join the neighbourhoodâs annual summer barbecue party much to their disappointment. although, in all fairness, john understands your decision because they wouldnât have gone to it anyway had they not found out that the host this year was going to be that WASP couple who still sneered at them every chance they get.
the wife, of course, couldnât turn them away in front of the other neighbours who particularly loved kyle and, shockingly, simon so there they are, eating what is begrudgingly some good ribs while listening to the neighbourhood gossip.
and while each story was riveting, nothing could honestly hold a candle to their âbirdâ and your peculiar grocery runs.
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one evening, you come home with a man. john tells them itâs your ex-husband, admitting to them that yes, heâs now used up their once-a-month pass to accessing âspecialâ resources with regards to finding more about you.
âthink theyâre fuckinâ?â johnny asks, no longer feigning disinterest.
kyle groans because it had been more than a minute now since johnny dropped a card from his stack; they tried their best to be patient as they waited, thinking mactavish needed more time since, apparently, heâs never played cards beforeâgrowing up as a catholic boy, heâs always been told that any form of gambling was a gateway to eternal damnation.
john didnât have the heart to tell him that you didnât have to make bets to be able to play cards.
âmaybe,â simon replies, ignoring kyleâs angry grumbling. âwhy else would she bring him home? her house ainât really a wonder.â
ââŚhow do you know that?â kyle asks, his words measured and slowed.
simon blinks, then he sniffs, before looking away.
âhey!â mactavish screams, catching on. âwe agreed no tampering with anythinâ of âers!â
âyeah? well tell âat to capân tooâhe was already there when i broke in.â
johnny turns to him with a theatrical betrayed look. kyle drops his head on the table because the gameâs been fully abandoned now.
âsir,â johnny says, his voice airy like heâs speaking mid-gasp. âyou didnât.â
john licks the back of his teeth, then, âjusâ wanted to see âer cat, sâall.â
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the ex-husband leaves three hours later with a familiar rug tucked to his side.
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âhuh,â simon murmurs, his voice so faint that john almost missed it. âtulips and tuna today.â
johnny and kyle wouldâve loved the update but the two are away for the week.
john messages it to the group chat.
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> holy shit sheâs improving.
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oddly enough, it took them six months since they moved in for them to finally talk to you.
or, well, for you to talk to them.
âiâm havinâ a yard sale tomorrow,â you say after the introductions have passed, your lips tugged up in a shy smile.
john honestly couldnât even remember how he used to envision youâold age caught up to him and for a whole while, you were nothing but a coloured blob in his eyes since they turned out to be more damaged than expectedâbut whatever that had been was erased the moment you stood before them.
shy and awkward, your back slouched just a little like youâre trying to curl into yourself in the face of their rapt attention, but even then youâre beautiful.
âyeah?â kyle asks, smiling; the first to break out of the trance you put them into. âand would yâneed help, pretty miss?â
âoh, you,â you murmur, strained laughter peeling from your lips. âand yeah, i do. would that be alright? i tried moving my old couch downstairs and my back almost gave out. i swear, i thought i was going to see the lord today.â
johnny laughs, loud and booming. âwell weâre glad that you didnât die today, otherwise who would take care of little truffle, huh?â
john barely stopped himself from heaving out a loud sigh, an attempt made more challenging when he caught the way kyle whirled his head to glare at mactavish, the act not any less subtle since it startled you too. simon grumbles something incoherentâitâs lost amidst johnnyâs petering laugh and your swelling horror.
ââŚhow, exactly, do you know my catâs name?â
#suns#task force 141#cod x reader#task force 141 headcanons#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#simon ghost riley
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Nobody is making anyone go into scriptwriting. No one is born in a Netflix company town where their dad takes them into the script mines at age 12. Fuck writers who want to get paid more than once for the same job. They should only get residuals AFTER all the people who do REAL WORK, like construction, grips, costume, makeup & animators etc. Most of them are much better at their jobs than writers especially for streaming services, and they are what screenwriters can lean on & novelists can't.
People need to realize that the unions for white collar people like WGA or SIEU or NEA (public sector unions are why cops who kill the people they were supposed to serve & protect remain employed get pensions) is not the AFL-CIO or any other historical union fighting for the lives of the people who built the country's industry and made it run, any more than the NRA are the Minutemen of 1775 New England.
First, go fuck yourself, you fucking scab. No, seriously - you don't come to my blog and spout off about what workers deserve unions and decent pay and what ones don't, like it's your fucking decision. The intellectual labor that writers perform is just as real as any other work done on a film set - "all who labor by hand or brain" is the inherent logic of industrial unionism for a reason.
Second, writers aren't asking to get paid more than once: residuals are deferred pay, you absolute moron. In Hollywood, whether it's writers or actors or voice talent or whatever, you get a small fraction up front - it's usually an ok check, depending on the union's day rates and so forth, but you can't make a living off stitching these together - and then most of your pay comes from monthly royalty checks that provide you with the income you need to live off when you're between jobs.
The problem is that, historically in Hollywood, residuals have been structured with a very long "tail" - the payments start out relatively low and then get more generous over time as the show has more seasons and (presumably) goes into syndication. This doesn't work with streaming's new business model, where increasingly shows are getting 2-3 seasons max and streaming services have become increasingly quick to not just cancel shows but yank them off their servers in order to avoid paying residuals.
So what WGA writers are fighting for is a system that ensures writers (but also actors and other creative workers, because the unions pattern bargain) get a fair share of the show's revenue, even if the show is only given 2-3 seasons.
Third, the U.S labor movement would not exist today if it wasn't for white collar workers and public sector workers. About half of the U.S labor movement - 7 million workers - is public sector, and those workers are overwhelmingly women of color, mostly working as either teachers or postal workers. Likewise, about half the U.S labor movement is made up of white collar workers, and we're graduate students and adjuncts and lab researchers, teachers and social workers, administrators and IT departments.
I'm both public sector and white collar, and I'm a member of an NEA union. I'm an adjunct professor who earns $6,000 a course and it's my job to get working adults with jobs and families who've never gone to college or who've been out of higher ed for a decade to graduate with a bachelor's or a master's. If you don't think that's real work, you're free to research and write all the lectures and powerpoints, deliver those in an entertaining and educational fashion, answer a flood of questions from students who need help navigating academia, and then grade all the midterms and finals and research papers.
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