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inseobts · 3 days ago

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Heyo, I hope you’re well and keeping nice and warm? I was wondering if you’d ever consider a continuation to Undercover Lovers, maybe with putting Hiyori in between? All good if you don’t think of continuing the story, take good care!! ❤️

Undercover Lovers Part 2

zoro x reader

while waiting for luffy and the others to return from whole cake island, you and the rest of the crew are forced to go undercover in wano, where your and zoro's cover as a loving couple quickly gets complicated.

PART 1

a/n: thank you cutie, hope you like it (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

words count: 1.2k

tags: wci and wano spoilers, fake dating, romance, soft zoro

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The streets of Wano are quieter at night, but the tension in the air never fades. You and Zoro maintain your cover, still pretending to be a loving couple, but something has shifted again since the arrival of Kozuki Hiyori.

She had appeared unexpectedly, her presence like a gentle breeze, graceful, elegant, and far too comfortable in Zoro’s personal space. At first, you brushed it off, knowing that she had her reasons for staying close to him. But as the days passed, irritation settled in your chest like an immovable weight.

After escaping Orochi’s men, you, Zoro, Hiyori, and Toko take shelter in an old, hidden house in the Ringo region. The place is small but safe, with only a single futon, a few worn-out blankets, and enough food to last for a few days. You expected this to be just another part of the mission, but soon, it starts feeling like something else entirely.

Like you don’t belong.

Hiyori insists on tending to Zoro’s wounds, her delicate hands carefully wrapping bandages around his torso. You sit in the corner of the room, arms crossed, watching in silence. Toko giggles as she plays nearby, occasionally running up to Zoro and poking his arm, completely at ease.

“You should be more careful, Zoro-san,” Hiyori murmurs, her voice soft “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

Zoro huffs “I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch.”

You clench your jaw. A scratch? He was bleeding all over the place earlier, and now he’s letting Hiyori fuss over him like a doting wife? You should be the one doing that, you’re supposed to be his partner in this mission, not her. And after what happened with that Miyamoto man you really started feeling you and Zoro could be closer.

Hiyori dabs a cloth against Zoro’s chest, far too gentle for your liking. You shift uncomfortably, biting back the urge to yank the bandages from her hands and do it yourself.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Toko’s voice snaps you from your thoughts.

You force a smile “Yeah, just tired.”

Hiyori glances at you but says nothing. Instead, she returns to Zoro, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she continues tending to him. The sight makes your stomach twist.

Over the next few days, things only get worse. The house is small, which means you’re constantly near Zoro, Hiyori, and Toko. And with each passing moment, you feel more like an outsider.

Zoro and Toko have a strange yet adorable bond. She clings to him, calling him “Zorojuro” and making silly faces until he chuckles, something he rarely does. Then there’s Hiyori, who always sits gracefully beside him, laughing at his blunt words, tending to his wounds, and cooking meals as if this is their normal life.

It’s like you’ve walked into someone else’s home.

One evening, after dinner, Toko jumps onto Zoro’s back, giggling “Zorojuro! Carry me like a samurai!”

Zoro grunts but obliges, lifting her effortlessly. She throws her arms out, pretending to fly, while Hiyori watches with a soft, affectionate expression.

“You’re quite good with children, Zoro-san,” she comments “I think you’d make a wonderful father.”

You freeze. The image before you is too much... Zoro carrying Toko like a father playing with his child, Hiyori watching like a proud mother. And then there’s you, sitting in the corner like some outsider who stumbled into their perfect little family.

Zoro scoffs at Hiyori’s words “Not happening.”

Hiyori only smiles knowingly “You never know.”

Something in you snaps. You abruptly stand up, your chair scraping against the wooden floor “I’m going for some air.”

Zoro’s gaze flickers toward you, but he doesn’t stop you. Hiyori, on the other hand, tilts her head curiously “Be careful, Y/N.”

You step outside, taking a deep breath. The cold Wano air stings your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the sting in your chest. Why does this bother me so much?

You lean against the wall, closing your eyes. You’ve faced enemies, fought battles, and endured grueling missions. But somehow, watching Zoro with Hiyori and Toko feels like the hardest challenge yet.

Because for the first time, you’re not fighting an enemy.

You’re fighting the sinking feeling that maybe… you’re not needed here at all.

That night, when you finally return inside, Zoro is awake, sharpening his swords by the dim candlelight. Hiyori and Toko are already asleep, curled up comfortably in the futon. You hesitate in the doorway, watching the flickering light dance across Zoro’s face.

He doesn’t look up, but he speaks “You’ve been acting weird.”

You cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe “Weird how?”

Zoro sets his whetstone down and finally meets your gaze “You keep running off. Snapping at little things. Something bothering you?”

You scoff, shaking your head “Nothing. Just tired.”

His eyes narrow slightly “Bullshit.”

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temples “What do you want me to say, Zoro? That I feel like I don’t belong here? That I feel like I’m watching some perfect little family while I’m just… there?”

Zoro blinks, clearly caught off guard. He sets his sword aside, his gaze unreadable “You think that?”

You gesture toward the sleeping figures “Look at them. Look at you. It’s like you fit into this life so easily. And me? I’m just—”

“An idiot” Zoro interrupts.

You glare at him “Excuse me?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair “You really think I see it that way? Hiyori and Toko are just people I helped. That’s it. And yeah, they’re nice, but they’re not—” He pauses, exhaling heavily “They’re not you.”

Your breath catches “What?”

Zoro leans forward slightly, his voice quieter now “I’m not doing this mission with them. I’m doing it with you.”

His words send a warmth through your chest, but before you can process it, Zoro steps closer, his gaze locked onto yours. The air between you grows thick, and then without another word he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is firm, reassuring, yet impossibly gentle. His hands find your waist, grounding you as your heart pounds against your ribs. You melt into him, gripping his yukata as if he’s the only thing keeping you steady.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours “That clear enough for you?” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You blink up at him, breathless “Yeah… pretty clear.”

“Go to sleep,” he mutters, picking up his sword again “Stop overthinking.”

You hesitate, but finally, you nod. As you lay down, the warmth in your chest lingers, pushing away the doubts. Maybe you weren’t just an outsider after all.

Maybe you actually had a place here, with him.

The next morning, the atmosphere is tense, but different. You’re still processing Zoro’s words when Hiyori approaches him with a bright smile “Zoro-san, would you like me to prepare your meal first?”

Before you can react, Zoro casually drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer “Nah. Y/N always eats with me first.”

Hiyori blinks in surprise, her eyes flicking between the two of you “Oh… I see.”

Toko giggles “Y/N and Zorojuro are togeeeeether!”

You feel your face heat up, but Zoro doesn’t let go. Instead, he smirks slightly, squeezing your shoulder just enough to make you relax “Yeah”

Hiyori simply smiles, nodding.

You glance up at Zoro, your heart hammering. He looks down at you with an easy smirk, his fingers gently tracing your back in an absentminded yet possessive gesture. And for the first time in days, you don’t feel like an outsider.

You feel like you belong.

With him.

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bunni-v1 · 2 days ago

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smilk winning the pettiest jealous bitch award every year until beast yeast 8 cuz the man dead ass is just "yeah doll it's just a test :)" but the second you start getting close to truthless recluse he's just ">:( no I don't like this anymore"

we're just befriending your other half bro!! u wanted this and you're mad about it!! little bitch (affectionately)!!

i love my petty husband-

(also, your honor, was the "remembering who you belong to" thing a hit to jealous intercourse?? 🙏 cuz i love that 👀 love to hear more about that if ur in the mood, if not, ignore this lmfao)

MDNI!!!

Ohhhh, Shadow Milk is a jealous petty little bitch, and he knows it too! He really wants you two to get along, it’s great! Until it isn’t…

Oooo seeing you being so sweet on Truthless Recluse really makes him feverish. You were his little dolly, so why were you so sweet to some other cookie? You should be giving him all that attention! It’s not right! You know who you belong to, don’t you?

You’ve got that bite on the back of your neck, is that not enough? The tug and burn of his annoyance should’ve reminded you, but… Well. If you need the reminder, he’s more than happy to give it to you! Just be a good little cookie and he’ll take care of you <3

But seriously, he doesn’t really cause a fuss, mostly pouting and grumbling, UNTIL you touch Truthless Recluse. Just a brush of the hand was all it was, nothing with any meaning, but oh did it set him off. He was patient! Kind! Benevolent even! But you crossed a line with that one, and he won’t tolerate your actions any longer.

You are swooped up off your feet and transported to your shared bedroom within a fraction of a second. Having been with him for so long, you already know where this is going, so you don’t bother fighting him. But jealous sex with Shadow Milk Cookie is something entirely different than the norm.

What you think will be a regular session turns into something else entirely. Not only does he intend to remind you just who’s you are, he means to show Truthless Recluse that as well.

He’ll tie you up and blindfold you, which isn’t strange by any means. He likes forcing you to use your sense of touch, heightens the experience and really makes you squeal like he wants. All the while he’s playing it nice and cool, jealousy not quite bubbling over for the sake of the performance.

He runs his hands all across your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His mouth following to leave marks all across your pretty dough, nipping a few bites where he can. He pointedly avoids touching you where you need him most, though. Knowing better than to give you what you want right away, lest he ruin the fun for himself.

He gets you positively squirming beneath him, then, he stops. Not only does he stop, leaving you whiny and flustered, but he leaves. He leaves you tied up and dripping and alone. It’s a cruel punishment you’d never experienced from him before, and it nearly makes you cry until you hear his pleasant little giggle.

“Ohhh, did you think I left you all alone? Poor thing… you know better than that, dolly~” He’ll coo, returning right back to where he was before.

He’s a bit more aggressive about his ministrations now, leaving bites that leak jam and are sure to scar. Licking up the wounds with a kindness that gives you whiplash, until finally that sinful mouth of his reaches right where you need it.

With practiced precision, he swallows you whole, forked tongue working over you like a dream. It knows all the right spots, moving across your most needy areas and leaving you weak and breathless. He goes and goes until you reach the edge, and then he pulls away like he always does.

He lingers a moment longer, though, and you feel his eyes burn into you from his place. You wonder if this time he’ll just give you what you like, but instead you feel a sharp pain shoot up from where he just left. A shout of surprise forces it’s what out of your lungs, and before you can process what he’s done, he’s already licking away to soothe the bite on your most sensitive areas.

“Did you just bite me?” You accused.

He snickers like a delighted kid, “What? Not into it?”

Aching and huffy, you grumble out a ‘no.’ Though it was certainly more pleasant than you’d like to admit, you’d prefer to be told before he tries something like that.

“Well…” He purrs, and you feel him crawl onto the bed, positioning himself nicely between your legs. His eager member is already free, and like it has a mind of its own, is rubbing against your inner thigh in a sort of apology. “Lemme make it up to you then, hmm?”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he is pushing into you. It tears a moan out of your lips, never quite used to how odd he feels the first time he enters. You swear he can expand the damn thing on command with how it fills you, rubbing all the right places at all the right times.

He’s kind enough to let you adjust, though you know he doesn’t have to be. The damn thing squirms excitedly inside you anyway, negating the whole point of his waiting. Maybe he just liked watching it press up against your stomach, or maybe… something else was going on. Before you can mull on it too much, he moves his hips in a brutal thrust.

It nearly knocks the wind out of you, pushing yet another surprised noise from your mouth. He giggles to himself at the sound, making his next thrust even harder to draw it out again, and again, and again, and again, until you can’t think straight. Each harsh thrust is another reminder that he’ll be carrying you around all of tomorrow, and your raspy throat tells you speaking won’t be much easier either.

He leans over you at some point, though you’re not exactly sure when. His body covering you from the cool air of the spire. He uses the closeness as an excuse to leave more marks across your neck and shoulders, happy to scar you up for everyone to see.

His dick twists in a way that has you seeing stars, throwing your head back into the sheets to cry to the heavens. He has every intent to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight tonight, and just as you think he’ll let you cum, he pauses his rough pace. You nearly whine, but stop when the blindfold stars to be undone.

He’d turned off the lights, so your vision adjusts much faster, and you are met with his sharp toothy grin. He seems satisfied with himself, so you smile weakly at him.

“Awwwwh, you’re so cute! Aren’t they cute?” He coos.

It takes you a second to realize he is talking to someone else, blinking in confusion a few times before you follow his gaze across the room. You meet dull ones, seemingly uninterested in the affair unfolding before them. Your jam freezes, jerking in your restraints in surprise. Why was Truthless Recluse here? How long had he been watching? Why was Shadow Milk okay with it?

“Oh, nonono, you’re not going anywhere!” He purrs, rubbing his cheek into yours like your attempt at escape was cute, “Don’t you like the surprise I made for you? It seemed like such a good idea, don’t tell me you’re upset!”

It’s hard to keep up with him, so all you manage is a very stupid, “What?”

He giggles with good nature, “Well, you seemed to like Vanilly’s attention sosososo much, that I thought it would be fun to have him watch us! And I was right, you’re never this vocal… it’s a little annoying honestly. Y’know, I’m getting the impression you like him more than me!”

You shake your head adamantly at him, and you mean it too, even though you’re fucked out and stupid you still manage to understand what he’s saying. You can’t come up with a good argument against him in your state though, petrified eyes unable to focus on staring at him or hiding from Truthless Recluse. It seems to make him happy, but he doesn’t stop his teasing despite the satisfaction.

“You do know who you belong to, don’t you dolly?” His words are accompanied with a thrust, a gasp forcing its way out as you nod, “Use your words pretty~”

Another thrust and you manage, “Y-you.”

“Mhm~ What’s my name, c’mon. You’ve still got some brain left up there, dontcha?” He teases, tapping on your forehead. If you weren’t so horrified you might’ve laughed.

“Sha~adow Milk— shit.” You manage between the steady smacks of his hips against yours, the tip of his dick rubbing your g-spot each time making things all the more difficult for you.

He smiles proudly at you, as if you were a pet he’d broken in. You certainly felt that way right now, not that you’d complain too much. His hand grabs your face tightly, jerking your head to the side with a smug smile.

“Tell him who you belong to.” He commands, and there is not room for debate.

“I belong to Shadow Milk Cookie,” You cry out to the silent cookie. He seems… unsure of the sight in front of him, whether he enjoys it or not, but Shadow Milk pulls your face back to his before you can make it out.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you! Now,” He squeezes your face tight in his grip, smiling cruelly at your struggle, “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t make me have to remind you again, alright?”

You nod dumbly, only verbally responded when he raises an eyebrow, “Of course, I’ll be good.”

He giggles, pressing the kindest kiss he could muster to your lips, “That’s my dolly~”

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ghostlyferrettarot · 19 hours ago

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💎Pile 1:

Hi pile 1, the cards are talking to you about something really beautiful, something you probably don't always recognize clearly, but that is within you all the time. I feel like you don't just have external beauty, but a radiant, natural, authentic beauty that comes directly from within. The most special thing is that your beauty is expansive. Just like nature at its best, like a garden blooming with all its flowers, its light grows and touches everything around it. Your beauty is not something superficial, it is deep, because it is born from a place of compassion and understanding towards yourself and others.

Do you know what your cards and general aura tell me? That your light shines brighter when you give yourself permission to be yourself, when you stop looking for external validation and focus on what makes you feel good inside. Your beauty shines when you nourish yourself. When you take time to take care of yourself, to pamper yourself, to feed yourself with what makes you feel good, whether physical or emotional. When you surround yourself with what makes you feel at peace and happy, showing the brightest version of yourself. When you let go of external expectations and simply allow yourself to be, then your true radiance appears.

Your energy is that which will inspire others to love themselves more, to accept themselves as they are. When you are authentic, you open yourself up to a beauty that cannot be measured, because it is the beauty that comes from the heart, when that energy is projected outward, making everything beautiful around you.

💎Pile 2:

If you chose this pile, I want you to know that your beauty doesn't need to be forced. Your beauty isn't something you have to work to show, it's simply the reflection of your inner light.

What stands out most about this reading is your ability to show yourself without fear.

The beauty of your aura comes from the ease with which you present yourself to the world. You do not need external validation or approval, because your confidence and warm energy are so great that you are not afraid to show yourself as you are. Your energy is a warm refuge that offers comfort without asking for anything in return. I feel like you embody the beauty of The Sun (is one of the cards that popped out really quick as I was shuffling). You don't hide, you don't limit yourself. You give yourself to life, you give yourself to people, to experiences. You live with overflowing joy and an optimistic attitude that lights up everyone who crosses your path. That ability to enjoy the moment, to laugh with your whole being, is what really makes you shine. It's not just how you look, but how you make others feel, and that's what makes you someone absolutely beautiful.

Your beauty is not only in the clothes you wear, or in your makeup (if you wear it). It is in the way you share your energy with the world, how you make everyone feel better about being around you. That is your power, that is your radiance, in your true light, you are the SUN.

💎Pile 3:

Hi pile 3! The first thing that comes to me with this reading is that you are really alluring, but your beauty is not just external. Your beauty is calm (you may be more in the introverted side), but powerful, because you know who you are and you are not afraid to show your truth, even when that means being vulnerable. People see you, and what they see is not just what it is on the surface, but that quiet strength you radiate when you don't give up. Your beauty is in the way you face difficult times, in the way you get up again and again without losing yourself. There is a greatness of soul in you that is what really makes you shine, and it is something that is felt in the air when you are around others; you are a beautiful soul pile 3 :").

I feel like you have learned that vulnerability is not weakness, but a source of strength that allows you to be open, authentic, and sincere with others. And that vulnerability, far from making you weaker, makes you someone strong, capable of connecting with others in a genuine way. You have the power to show your scars and still remain beautiful, because you have learned to love them, to see them as signs of your power.

When you let your beauty shine, you do so from a place of deep acceptance of yourself, even in your most fragile moments. You know that you don't have to be perfect to be incredibly beautiful. In fact, perfection doesn't exist, but what does exist is that magnetic energy that you radiate when you accept yourself as you are. By accepting yourself, you open a space for your beauty to shine. Your beauty also comes from that quality you have to remain calm in times of chaos. It's as if your energy has a special ability to reassure others, to make those who are close to you feel safe, protected and understood.

💐Thanks for reading! Tell me if it resonated and i hope you have a great day!💐

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persicipen · 2 days ago

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𑑛 “GOODBYE FLOWERS” ﾉ PHAINON. HONKAI STAR RAIL

gn reader ﾉ words 0.8k ✘ spoilerless but vaguely set back in 3.0 before he goes to castrum kremnos. saying goodbye when you send your boy to save the world. but don’t worry, he will come back :3 ✘ BITTERSWEET FLUFF ﾉ GENERAL CONTENT!

Who stands before you is none other than Phainon of Aedes Elysiae himself. Chest proudly wide and out with the golden stars on his vest gleaming with each breath he makes; moonlight hair ruffled by the wind and his frivolous trotting through the streets with the intent to find you as soon as possible. He gives you a flower blue as his own eyes. It’s beautiful, no doubts about it. Must’ve been growing on the slopes with waterfalls behind the city where the climate is the gentlest, most loved by all plants and animals alike.

“Romantic.” You muse, rubbing the velvety soft petals between your fingers. “Maybe you should ask Lady Aglaea to hand you the Coreflame of Romance?”

“Don’t joke about it, Lady Aglaea is not someone to be laughed at.” He scolds you, voice gentle like Phagousa’s breeze.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just that… if you weren’t destined to bear the fate of this world… perhaps then I wouldn’t have to worry about saying goodbye to you on such a beautiful day.” Your voice breaks with the first tear that dews your lashes.

The day is beautiful, more than ever. Kephale’s gentle sun shines on the city, and you can believe there is already a demigod standing in front of you, even though you know that he is still awaiting his chance to conquer the Coreflame. He seems unaffected by this anymore, not as much as with your saddening reaction.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs and takes your hand in his, caressing gently with his thumbs. The smile he gives you is loving, yet you see it wavering at the corners of his lips. “I’m going to miss you as well, more than you can ever understand…”

“Don’t say it like you’re going away for long. It’s just one mission, yes?”

“Heh, I am grateful that you think of me so highly. Battling a corrupted god is but a detour on our journey. Soon, we’ll stand together again under the sunlight shining from above.” His other hand rests against the nape of your neck as he presses his forehead against yours. “Don’t be sad. Whatever comes along, remember that I will always find you. I will always come back to you.”

Your shoulders slump a little with those words. If only you could have seen each other as much as you wanted to. In times when there is a fleeting peace, all you crave is a battle; an excuse to make Phainon stay beside you, as he has done many times before. Whenever things turned dangerous, Phainon was there to protect you. It is not you wishing for more pain or calamity — people have suffered enough because of the black tide — but that infantile part of you didn’t want to see him venture out into the fog of solemn war and leave you unattended. What purpose is there in the sun and ripe fruits if there’s no one to share them with you?

“I will keep watching this flower… Believing it’s your eyes looking back at me.” You tell him as you wrap your one arm around his waist, pulling him closer into a hug, which he returns without any hesitation.

“Then I shall return to you with a new flower every time, and I won’t stop until you’re drowning in a sea of them.” He laughs, and you feel the vibrations from his chest.

“You’re such an idiot… There is only one place where the flowers make a sea.”

The other side of the warm west wind, the one destination everyone will eventually reach once their life comes to an end.

“I’m not going there without you.”

You don’t ponder that. Instead, you let him hold you close as you try to memorise everything about him. Every curve in his muscular body, and how perfectly you mold together. The warmth of his embrace and how it makes you never want to let go, the way his heart beats against yours, the sound of his laughter, and his scent. For a moment, you pretend it’s just a normal day where your duties are mundane and Phainon’s presence is but a reward for accomplishing your task. A perfect ending, a beautiful dream.

But dreams will never last forever.

When he lets go, the chill of solitude envelopes you instantly. Your hands wander over to grasp onto the hem of his sapphire robes, gripping tightly as if holding on to something long lost. His voice calls out your name, repeating it gently until your blurred gaze meets with his cerulean one. He places a kiss on your forehead with a soft hum. It’s almost painful how genuine and affectionate it feels; as if he still believes there is always another chance, another time.

“See you tomorrow,” he whispers against the skin.

“Or the day after tomorrow.”

Another gentle laugh reverberates from him as he tucks the flower behind your ear and at last heads towards the gates to join the others. Your eyes follow him until his figure disappears in a blur of your tears.

#manuscript.#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail fluff #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr fluff #phainon x reader #phainon x you #phainon fluff

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urhandsmypockets · 3 days ago

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you’re acting as if caitlyn manipulated vi into being with her when thats not true at all. caitlyn did so much for vi and never expected anything in return and it’s so evident throughout the show. also, comparing a real life thing that happens where a woman is stripped of her culture and heritage to two characters that actually are far from that is insane.

vi getting “colonised” is an extremely strange way to put it. you’re insinuating in the first two paragraphs that caitlyn seduced her, took her away from her home, and then left her with nothing when that isn’t true at all. caitlyn never tried to indicate that she believed vi “wasn’t like the other zaunites”, she never had any negative opinions about zaunites at all (shown VERY clearly in season 1 and even parts of season 2). her treatment of zaunites was due to her rage towards jinx, and you can say about how she used the grey to — basically — gas the gangs, but if you look closely you could very well see that the people featured in that were silco’s goons, the same ones that attacked vi when she was younger. she never hated zaunites: she hated silco and his crew. she also began to hate jinx for… idk… kidnapping her when she’s naked, psychologically torturing her and then going on to kill her mother (even if it was unintentional, cait didn’t know that). you say that cait “fully [expected] her to step away from her people” which once again is incorrect. cait didn’t expect anything of her and vi never stepped away from her people.

the quote, “even going against her own ideals by becoming part of the people [enforcers] who killed her parents” is linked in with the point i made earlier that vi never stepped away from her people. vi became an enforcer because of the part at the start of season 1 when she saw the zaunite in the enforcer uniform, right when they were about to attack. she couldn’t get there in time, due to being stopped by other enforcers at the barrier, so obviously this would’ve made her think “would i have been able to stop it if i was wearing a uniform?” — she wanted to become an enforcer because she wanted to help. she wanted to make sure the world was safer for both communities. also may i remind you that cait NEVER tried to force vi to become an enforcer — obviously she was upset at first but she hadnt done anything until vi had agreed to it.

you say that “caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun the way vi changed her mind about piltover, and remained oblivious to her own privilege and her family's legacy on zaun” and honestly i have no words for this myself. you have gone outright to just take this character at no more than face value and have seem to completely forgotten the character she has been always throughout the show. caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun cuz her mind about it had never changed in the first place; she always cared for zaunites and even when she was the “dictator fascist” everyone makes her out to be she was still disagreeing with ambessa and suspicious of her intentions. caitlyn has ALWAYS had known “her own privilege and her family’s legacy on zaun” she literally argues with her mother about it in season 1?? she had also worked as basically our equivalent to someone who gives out parking tickets because she wanted to actually earn her job??

“it's just that the sacrifices vi has made for cait, on her identity and on a moral level, has been completely one-sided.” is also, again, not true. caitlyn has made sacrifices for vi aswell. with what i had said about what jinx had done to her, she forgave jinx and made all the guards leave the cells so vi could easily leave with jinx, knowing fully well she would never see her again (“do you think i needed all the guards at the hexgates?”). she literally gave up her anger and resentment towards jinx after what she had done because of vi (go back to when caitlyn and jinx were talking just before vi comes along). this also links back with what you said about her being … “colonised” … cait never expected vi to forgive her for what she’d done, she literally said to vi she “saw someone” to push her away since she didn’t believe she could be forgiven. she does all this for vi and she expects nothing from her in return, it was vi’s choice to forgive her and vi’s choice to kiss her in the cell.

i completely disagree with your point here. i feel like you’ve taken their characters at face value and not tried to delve deeper into their motives and thoughts and feelings. i’m not trying to hate on you, but i just feel like going as far as to say vi was “colonised” is just… extremely weird to me.

vi got colonised tbh. it gives me that feeling when a rich white old man gets with a young SEA lady, brings her to britain and she only gets to see her family through facetime, and that's also the only time she speaks her native language because her man refuses to learn it

cait basically erased vi's identity as a zaunite. she loved vi in spite of that, instead of as a part of her. like how she told vi that she's not like the other zaunites, and saying 'i thought you were one of us' fully expecting her to step away from her people.

vi's been assimilated into piltover, even going against her own ideals by becoming part of the people (enforcers) who killed her parents, who were responsible for executing the systematic oppression of zaun. yet caitlyn's never assimilated into zaun, never even stepping foot into zaun beyond the first caitvi meeting and later when she was gassing the citizens. the show ended with vi living with caitlyn in the top 1% of piltover; no mutual exchange of culture. caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun the way vi changed her mind about piltover, and remained oblivious to her own privilege and her family's legacy on zaun.

it's just that the sacrifices vi has made for cait, on her identity and on a moral level, has been completely one-sided. this, the imbalanced power dynamic and caitlyn's subtle prejudice against zaun (*) have never been acknowledged in the show. so for them to get back together and have their happy ending without some sort of introspective reflection feels. very uncomfortable. feels like cognitive dissonance.

(*) i say subtle because other than the warcrimes moment, cait often voices her opposition to extreme measures against zaun. however, she supports 'no extreme measures' and 'they are people too' as normative ideas, not really having the ability to recognise the violation of these ideas when it's in front of her and especially not when she's the one violating them. there's constantly an undercurrent of subconscious prejudice in her attitude towards zaunites, and just, a real lack of understanding

#caitvi #pro caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #arcane #my opinion

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swaqcenix · 3 days ago

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Is it casual now? | robber!yelena x gn!reader

Summary: A trip out to your usual coffee shop did not usually go wrong. That is until a robber decides to enter, threatening to kill everyone if they didn't give her their money. Shots fired, the gun landing on you. Yet, it appears Yelena has changed her interests from money to something, well someone far more valuable.

Warnings: 18+, gun shooting (no deaths), smut, gun & knife play, fingering (r), mirror sex, public sex, dark!yelena, dumbification, g!p yelena, penetration, (sort of nude photo)

Pairings: robber!yelena x civillian!reader, dark!yelena x reader, slight age gap, g!p yelena x reader, beefy!yelena (?)

Word count: 4K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: Well you can blame Nox for this.. Yes I got carried away! @yelenasdiary tag for you unhinged.. Side note being I wrote this while sipping on my wine also being an unhinged whore..

P.S, I've never written g!p before so bare with me!

Strolling in, the smell of the café hit you instantly. Your head directed towards the small corner of the room, where your regular table lay empty calling your name from afar. A soft smile painted upon your lips, as a sigh passed them.

You'd become renowned for having that little seat in the café, watching as the bustling crowds of New York passed you by. A small cough a few feet in front of you drew you from your thoughts.

Steve, the local barista was training up someone new. Ophelia, you believed her name to be. She seemed sweet enough a little shy of course, but that was a tendency bound to happen on one's first few shifts.

He nodded at you knowingly to which you responded with a toothy smile, nodding politely back to him. There was no need to ask him for your order, you'd been going to the café for three years and he'd been serving as a barista for two.

Feet carrying you to the small table in the corner, you gently pulled the chair out before sitting down a content hum leaving you as you did so. The café seemed content, the atmosphere always had a homely feeling like a comforting film you'd sit down to watch at night.

The crowds outside were loud, streets bustling and sounds of hectic life. It seemed so completely different, almost like you'd stepped into another dimension when walking into the quiet four walls of the building.

A coffee cup along with a small plate residing a cake made you jump slightly catching you off guard. Steve glanced at you, casting an apologetic look towards your way.

"Penny for your thoughts there, Y/N?" His voice guiding you back to reality.

A small laugh tipped past your lips as you shook your head. He was always a pleasant kind guy, one of the few friends you'd made in the city when you'd moved over.

"You know me Steve. Constantly distracted, yet forever in this café," you jokingly stated earning you a laugh in return.

With that, he turned his head realising the new Barista looked like she needed some support behind the counter. Your eyes drifted to her, giving her a small smile to convey she was doing okay, to which she sheepishly returned.

He returned to the his job behind the counter, serving the coffee, taking orders and overall handling everything well. This allowed you to once again return to your inner thoughts and glances out of the window, looking at passers by.

The smell of your drink, drifted up to your nose bringing you to a sense of peace and tranquillity you'd never find anywhere else. Not even in your hometown, that was. Moving to New York was frightening, big city and the concept of needing to meet new people. Yet, you felt it was the right place for you.

Never had you encountered anything chaotic except for the odd stupid misogynistic cat calls that was, you'd tended to refer back to the middle finger for that. Overall, this café had become one of home, where you could let yourself go and just dance away into the winds of the city.

Steve's voice called out once more, yet it wasn't directed at you for a change. Instead as you turned your head to the entrance you'd noticed a peculiar figure standing there. A cap placed upon her head, blonde short hair slicked back slightly, peaking out from underneath. A black leather jacket hung upon her figure admittedly making the mysterious figure attractive.

Yet, something about her seemed, off. Her stance and the way she portrayed herself. The back of her jacket seemed to be hiding something large, not that you could make it out. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to identify who she was. Something about her sent chills down your spine for one reason, yet made your stomach flip for an entirely different reason.

Your eyes glanced back towards Steve's direction who made eye contact with you. It was a look that couldn't be placed, but if you had to it would be one of worry and an uncomfortable feeling on his face. As if the world slowed down, you saw the blonde figure slip her hand into the back of her jacket towards her jeans reaching for something.

Bile began to shoot up towards your throat, yet you felt your hands go clammy and stress overtaking your entire body. It was invading your chest and you glanced between the figure and Steve, trying to sink into your seat.

It was as if everything happened in a flash, tome physically slowing down as her nimble yet long fingers whipped out a gun, a large one for that matter pointing it into the air. Cups around you smashed all over, followed by the screams of civilians who were rightfully so petrified. Steve didn't seem to move, even as the woman's voice called out to him and Ophelia.

"Let me make this very clear. This will go well, if you open the cash register and give me what you have within there."

Something about the husk in her voice, made you feel things that should shame you in many ways. The woman stood in your favourite café holding a gun in an attempted robbery. However, the way she spoke and stood, the way her lips tilted up into a smirk that would send anyone running hit straight into your core.

Steve, never reacted and Ophelia looked like she had tears spilling down her face. Not daring to move, you kept your body slumped down in your seat, the silence in the four walls seemed deafening, aside from the heavy breathing and soft crying from civilians.

"Am I talking to my fucking self?" The woman snapped, causing Steve to jump.

Ophelia attempted to stagger forward, the fear in her eyes as evident as the clouds in the sky. Her brown hair was now falling down her face, completely messy and unkempt as her teeth chattered together.

"We-We don't have much," She whispered.

The blonde woman, scoffed moving to a nearby table, where a wife and her husband were sitting. You recognised them as frequent visitors like yourself, not that was any matter now. All the woman did was glare at the couple and they scrambled out the seats cowering into the corner of the café.

It was then, she shrugged her black leather jacket off, throwing it carefully over the chair with precision. That was when you saw her. Laced in tattoo's, all over her shoulder's and arms and by the love of god they looked admittedly hot.

One particular tattoo stood out, it was the shape of a Rose that spiralled slowly into a sort of motorbike, like it was attached to the end of the bike spelling out words you couldn't place. The words looked almost Russian to you, but you were sat from a distance.

She flexed her shoulder for a second, your eyes widening as you gawked at her. The muscles on her flexed as she did and holy shit you could tell she worked out. Ether that or at the very least did some sort of muscular style of work area.

The blonde robber stalked over to the cash machine yanking it from if's place with such force, it cracked. You observed in silence not daring to even breath let alone shift in your seat as she dragged whatever little cash the café had within it's machine.

Her eyes, narrowed before she whipped off her glasses, her eyes coming into view from your angle. They were the colour of the earth, green and captivating even if you said so yourself. A hard grunt left her lips as she gawked at the cash in hand, before glaring up at the two Barista's. Steve and Ophelia didn't dare shift themselves, their feet almost glued to the floor eyes cast down towards the blonde's gun.

"Right change of plans. Everyone in this café will give me what cash they have, or anything of value. I don't want to leave here empty handed," She husked between gritted teeth.

The blonde began to walk around the room as you watched in silence, body frozen over like a blanket of ice held you down. She walked over from person to person, collecting anything of value. The gun was clutched hard in her hand, showing her power and domination over anyone who looked like they were going to question her.

"This is all I have Ma'm," a younger man stuttered out earning a sheer laugh that was bone-chilling from her.

"That will do, also if you leave this place at least pass my name off as Yelena," she stuttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Yelena. The name wanted to slide out from your mouth, the desperation of testing it out on your tongue seeping over you. Obviously you didn't dare, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention to yourself, the least you wanted was for the blonde to know you found her insanely attractive.

Instead your head removed focused on being lowered, hands clasped tightly together underneath the table. The heels of Yelena's boots hit the floor as she walked with authority around the café. Your heart began to hammer hard and fast against your rib cage, practically trying to leap out of your chest. The boots got closer to your table until the silence once again succumbed to the room.

Someone behind you attempted to stand, before a deafening shot was fired into the direction. A nerve wrecking sob escaped from behind you and for a moment you breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful Yelena hadn't actually shot them. At least not yet.

"That's what happens if you try to shift or retaliate. Just behave and follow instructions and you won't have issues. God I hate people."

She muttered the last sentence in an accent and you realised then. She was definitely Russian. The ringing in your ears made it hard to make the sentences out or any sounds, but you didn't need to. Your eyes landed on her black laced army boots, the painful reminder hitting you that you were next.

Rather than lifting your head up, you simply drew the cash out of your pockets. You usually carried an obscene amount of it in your pockets which to no surprise you'd often been lectured before. Never have you had to be grateful for once that you had made smart choices in carrying the cash.

Shifting it onto the table, you swore you heard a half gasp at the amount you'd placed in front of Yelena. However the sound went as quick as it came, instead replaced by what sounded like a pleased grunt before the boots began to walk away.

A small sigh of relief overcame you as you felt the sense of dread slightly lift off your shoulders. The sheer urge to get out of the café became overwhelming, despite knowing or at least believing in your safety. However, the relief was quickly replaced by dread as the boots returned to your table stopping in front of you once again.

A few small murmurs passed around the room and you could easily imagine the absolute horror and fear on Steve's face even with your head down. No breath left your lips, instead your settled on holding it dreading what might happen. What made this horribly worse was the fact somehow this scenario, the fear and knowing the blonde carried herself with such an authority and a significant look only turned you on. You felt like you should be disgusted by that, embarrassed even, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

"Raise your head up," She instructed her voice firm and leaving no room for arguments.

Part of you wished to argue against it, but deep down you knew how stupid you'd be making yourself look if you did so. Therefore, rather than causing a whole scene and making everyone else around you be put in danger, you followed the instructions lifting your head up to meet her firm gaze.

It was as if time itself stopped when your eyes connected. A glimmer of something you couldn't quite place, reflected within Yelena's eyes her lips twitching slightly. Almost as if the blonde was fighting the urge to smile and you felt like it wouldn't be a fake one if she did, making your stomach flutter slightly.

As quickly as the look came however, it snapped back into one of authority and dominance. Her smirk now replaced with lips pressed together into a thin line. Yelena's arm roughly grasped onto your own, her hand sending a heavy amount of arousal into your core making your cheeks flush.

If she noticed, she didn't comment only dragging you up off the chair and pulling you firmly with her. You didn't dare question stumbling with her as your body followed suit.

The blonde dragged you into the corner of the room, towards the mirror in the corner of the café. Albeit you'd always questioned what it stood there for, Steve always joking saying customers liked to take aesthetically pleasing photos in front of the mirror.

You'd never questioned it since and now. Yelena had your front against her back, pushing you forward so you are now facing the mirror, eyes connected with her own through the glass. Her lips tilted up and she whispered into your ear something of Russian before a husky laugh escaped her lips.

Yelena's hands wrapped around your throat, instantly causing you to freeze. You'd noticed everyone in the café was now watching, some frozen in fear others in complete shock. However, something in the back of your mind lingered and you couldn't bring yourself to care. The arousal now coursed through your veins, cheeks tinting with a heavy pink as it spread over your face.

That's when you felt something hard pressing into the crevice of your ass, it appeared to be getting harder by the second. Your eyes widened when you realised what the hardness was, lips parting open as you stared at her. Yelena's eyes merely darkened a low chuckle escaping her lips.

Her thumb dragged firmly across your lower lip before slipping it into your mouth raising an eyebrow at you expectantly. Not wanting to risk anything else happening, you took her thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a skill you hadn't realised you possessed, keeping eye contact at all times.

Her member dug into the back of you, hard and firm causing wetness to slip out of your underwear. She wasn't unknowing of this, the blonde's grin turning into something of a devilish smirk, lips moving to your ear.

"If you say stop, I will. I might be a robber but I'm not a monster," she husked quiet enough for only you to hear.

Did you want her to stop? Your brain screamed at you to be seriously logical, not to be some sort of pathetic whore for five minutes. However, your arousal was going to drive you mad. Even if you did say yes, the wetness that had dripped down your thighs would still have to be taken care of either way. Therefore you merely shook your head, cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment.

"Let's make them watch you hm, watch my fingers slide into you while you're up against the mirror. Seeing yourself behave so well for me while looking like a filthy whore in front of them," She husked out, glad you'd accepted to be her small toy.

"What about the m-money?" The new barista, Ophelia spoke up, her voice sounding petrified.

"Fuck the money, I have my mind set on a different reward isn't that right pet?" She mumbled lips pressed into your neck as her cock got harder pressing against you.

Her cock felt hard and incredibly good pressed into you, even if you couldn't touch or even feel it fully yet. Instead all you could do is let out a small, whimper shame in the back of your mind at what you had become.

She started without warning grinding you back against her member, the feeling of arousal filling your mind blocking out anyone in the café. Yelena's hand slipped underneath your jeans, hiding you away from prying eyes of the customers.

The blonde's fingers slipped inside of your underwear, slipping instantly into your folds dipping in and out. Your cheeks flushed and you tried to hide your face in her neck not wanting to remember you were in a café. They could all see you and it lingered in the back of your mind. Yet, your arousal, desires and needs were too high and too overwhelming to bear and Yelena knew this.

She grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your face back to the mirror, her fingers moving with a more forceful power now, slipping in and out with clear intention. Her muscles flexed against you, slipping back around your throat squeezing slightly eliciting a gasp from you as you bit down hard on your lip. She smirked, shifting her cock against you once more, moaning deep into your ear.

"You're taking it so well little whore," her accent emphasising on the word whore.

Her free hand slipped into her back pocket, drifting a knife down your neck and that only turned you on further. Hips slightly bucking into her hand as you felt gross yet so turned on looking into the mirror. A small trail of blood trickled down your neck that Yelena quickly kissed before biting down on your jugular.

Without warning her hand slipped to her phone taking a small photo of you, positioned in front of the mirror. Her cock buried into your ass while her fingers worked against you. You felt like a pathetic toy, for her to use and the others to see how ridiculous you were for some stranger, but you were too wet and desperate to care.

Just as you were approaching some form of high, Yelena yanked her fingers out shoving them into your mouth. Obediently, you took her fingers slightly whining at the withdrawal and wanting to chase your high. She laughed shaking her head, before spinning you back around.

"They're not seeing you cum Detka. That's for my eyes," She gritted out her voice filled with lust.

Without warning using all her muscular strength, she picked you up with ease into her arms beginning to walk to the back staff room. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, face hidden into her neck with embarrassment.

As soon as she entered the staff room and shut the door behind her, Yelena pinned you up against it. Her knife yanked back out, ripping your top open and pushing her own jeans and boxers down.

Yelena's cock instantly freeing, you realised just how turned on she was for you. Her pre-cum slipping down and out of the tip, your eyes darkening in desire. Instinctively, your fingers wrapped around her, pumping up and down, rubbing at the tip as she threw her head forward biting down on your neck.

"You're a filthy little slut aren't you? Needing my cock that badly, needing me that badly you let me do that in front of those people, stupid pet."

Her gun dragged down your stomach the cold metal of it making your skin prickle and shiver. The fear you should be feeling was nowhere to be found. Instead the fear was replaced by an overwhelming almost painful sense of desire. It was making the feeling of being horny almost foggy and impossible to function.

She slapped your hand away, your body still being held up by her muscles and strong build. Hands caressed over her muscles, running over that one tattoo you'd become fixated on. Her eyes fluttered with something for a moment, body freezing as you did so. Yet, as quickly as it came the flash was over.

Yelena began to pump her hand up and down on her cock, moaning excessively loudly. It was evident from her moans and excessive whining she wanted, even perhaps needed the others outside of the staff room to hear.

The wetness spilled onto your abdomen, all over your chest spilling over your jeans. You were now covered in Yelena's pre-cum, her face a picture of lust and excitement. The blonde hoisted you up further not giving you any warning before sliding into you.

She began to move her cock in and out of you at an animalistic pace, giving you no time to adjust. Yelena stretched you out before slamming straight back into you. Her cock felt warm inside of you, your head being slightly shielded by her hand cupping it with a fist full of your hair.

"You like this huh? That much of a fucking dumb slut, you needed me to fuck you in here. Some random stranger's cock. I should show the world to you. Let them see what a whore you are."

Her words only spurred you on, desperate for any sort of release as you bounced harder onto her. Each thrust caused you to moan louder, the people still most likely in the café forgotten about. All that invaded your mind and senses, your body was Yelena. Her cock, her muscles her very essence.

A particular hard thrust had knots tightening in your stomach and you knew then you were close. Judging by the look on the blonde's face so was she, her finger's slipping down to your clit.

As soon as she began to play with your clit, rubbing it in the right way you lost all thought to think. No words could ever be formed for the way you felt. Fingers digging into her skin as she pumped ferociously into your pussy.

"You want to cum hm, use your words," She husked yanking your head back."

"Please," was all you could murmur out trying to chase your high desperately.

Yelena bit down on your ear as she thrusted into you whispering something in Russian. You assumed it was dirty and asking you to release for her. The Russian words mixed with her thrusts sent you spiralling, moaning louder than you deemed possible. Your pussy tightened around her cock, walls closing in as your juices pumped all over her.

That only sent Yelena herself spiralling, quickly pulling out before releasing herself all over your stomach, dripping down onto the cold tiles of the floor. The room filled with gasps and pants as she gently pulled out of you, carrying you with such a soft way you almost questioned if it was the same woman. She lowered you down onto a nearby chair, passing you her jacket.

No words were spoken, your breath was still panting as you came back to reality, realising just exactly what the fuck you'd done. Before you could comment she was stalking to the back exit door fully dressed once again before turning back once.

"I'll see you again pet, don't you worry. I've found something money simply cannot buy."

Before you could even muster a response, she slipped out the backdoor, shutting it behind her with her hands leaving you to ponder your thoughts in question. As reality began to fade back into your view and the location of where you remained hit you, your cheeks turned beetroot red.

Stumbling over yourself, you managed to get yourself dressed your top on the floor ripped making you know you didn't merely imagine some sort of slutty scenario in your head. You slipped on her jacket, her aroma filling your senses making you almost fall to the floor there and then.

You'd made it to the back door, stumbling out of it just to see her staring back at you. Her head was now hidden behind a helmet, her body perched onto a motorbike, but you knew it was her. That explained the tattoo then..

Before you could utter a sentence her way, she sped off on her bike, heading into the open traffic roads of NYC. You stood there wrapped in what was her jacket, watching her speed away.

Yelena faded into the distance leaving with what once was your dignity and that one damned photo that she took that could land itself anywhere. The photo that could cost you your career and what was your life's worth yet all you could think about is how you were covered in her essence.

#kaz's fics <3 #marvel fic #yelena belova x gn!reader #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova smut #robber!yelena belova

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yeoslattes · 2 days ago

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Lowkey

Genre: smut

Wc: 7.6k

Pairings: bodyguard!Yunho, rich girl college student!reader, chauffeur!Mingi

Summary: Yunho desperately needs someone to put you in your place

Warnings: smut, threesome, dom/sub themes, late 20s Yunho/Mingi, early to mid twenties reader, mild dumbification, Yunho is lowkey patronizing, fingering, oral both fem and male receiving, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, cream pie, cum shots, clothed sex, backshots, mild choking, use of pet names (doll, slut, tiny), mentions of size difference, spoiled reader, no use of YN, unprotected sex, alcohol use, reader is a party girl

A/N: my Yungi fic is finally out!!! I had so much fun writing this! While I edited I realized how Yunho goes from really shy to suddenly getting fed up and wanting to put her in her place (character development 😭). Also Mingi is really mostly a side character here, most of the readers interactions are with Yunho but don’t fret I have stuff planned for Mingi in the future. I hope you guys enjoy and ofc any feedback is appreciated just be nice about it🫶🏼

The sun beams through your sheer curtains smacking you right in the face. Your tired warm body is snuggled under the cream white fluffy duvets that your mom had purchased for you in Italy. Cracking an eye open you stretch your limbs and groan softly, sitting up on the bed. A shiver shakes through you, the AC causing goosebumps to erupt on your soft skin.

With only one class in your schedule for today you took on the task of getting ready for university. Fashion was an art to you, it was a sole representation of who you were and how you liked to express yourself. And what exactly was that self expression? Well, clothes from the most expensive designers of course. Your parents owned one of the top marketing companies in all of New York and were currently in the works of expanding worldwide, to say you got everything and anything you wanted was an understatement; the fact that you were an only child only ever added to just how much your parents spoiled you.

“Darling! Yunho is up front waiting for you, don’t be late, traffic in the city is only going to get worse.” Your mother’s voice reverberates through the tall walls of the grand mansion.

“I'll be on my way soon!” You respond back, quickly spraying your sweet perfume and heading downstairs. You may have been perfect in your parent’s eyes, or maybe they just liked to act oblivious but behind that perfect daughter act you put up was something more. You loved to shop till you dropped, that was a known fact but what many didn’t know was the absolute party animal you had developed into over the course of your college career.

There wasn’t a club in New York that you hadn’t graced with your presence. Even when you traveled outside the country for an already expensive vacation, you'd still find a way to get into the most renowned clubs wherever you were on the map. You’d always come up with an excuse to go out, perhaps an important dinner, or sometimes a friend of a friend’s birthday party; your parents would always believe you. Your friends were no saints either, rolling in money themselves they were always there to join you in any escapade you had. You were living the ultimate college student life and no one was ever there to say no to you.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and slide into the sleek black Escalade. Yunho sits on his phone in the driver’s seat, immediately dropping the device into the cup holder when he hears you settle into the back.

“Good morning Yuyu.” You beam, “good morning miss,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, he sends you a smile through the rear view mirror which you return. Yunho’s heart flutters slightly as he steals glances of you. Your fingers type away on your phone, updating your friends with the latest gossip you have. Yunho’s gaze keeps flicking to you in the mirror, his admiration suddenly turning into pure irritation at the constant ticking of your phone’s keyboard. He’s so annoyed he almost misses the turn to your best friend's house. He slams on the breaks, sending you flying into the back of the passenger seat. You groan loudly while holding your forehead.

“What the fuck Yunho, ugh.” You exclaim tossing your phone on the seat. “Can you be more careful?” His gaze hardens as he peers at you through the mirror for the umpteenth time this morning. He gulps and sucks in a deep breath. Your voice only adding to his irritation. “Don’t forget to pick up Cassie and Yeri.” You say typing away on your phone again. Yunho can only sit in silence, his mind going to the fat paycheck he’d get at the end of this week for driving a CEO’s daughter around. You were such a joy to drive except when you weren’t, but he’d endure anything if it meant he got to work for you; his boy crush only growing by the day.

He’d been picking up your little group of friends every morning since you started your freshman year at NYU, while also driving you around town and picking you up from clubs while being drunk off your mind. It was taking a toll on him, he rarely got any sleep before he had to be up at the ass crack of dawn again, but the pay was good so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind it as much. At least that’s what he liked to tell himself whenever he felt his feelings for you bubbling up. “My daughter is off limits. I trust you understand that right?” He vividly remembers your father saying as he signed the contract. He’d been employed by your dad right before you started college, you had ended up totaling your first car, and with your father’s company status on the rise he decided it’d be best to keep you safe by hiring a chauffeur. You were now halfway through your 3rd year of college with Yunho still as your driver.

He didn’t talk much but when he did he would only ever say the most encouraging things. After you had been stood up on a date you had cried your eyes out in the car, it had upset him seeing you that way so on the ride back home he pulled over and gave you a pep talk of just how much you deserved; since then you had grown fond of him. But it was only ever friendly, until recently. He was tall and extremely handsome, always looking better when you had too many drinks for your own good as he hauled you out of an A list New York club. While he had his good moments with you, there were times where you grinded his gears, like this morning’s drive to school or when you were too “tired” to carry all your shopping bags and just shoved them in his hands without saying please or thank you. As smitten as he was with you, you were his boss’ daughter and that was a zone he did not want to enter.

As he pulls up close to the curb in front of the main area of campus, he sits in silence like always and listens to the loud chatter between you and your friends.

“Alright girlies! Shopping after school? Let's meet up here, Yunho will be driving us!” You say loudly smacking your peppermint gum, your girlfriends all speak loudly, agreeing between giggles. You were the last one to step out of the black Escalade, “bye Yuyu see you soon mwah!” You blow him a kiss and he smiles at you, only shaking his head with a breathy laugh after the door closes.

With a couple of hours of free time, Yunho decides to kill time at a nearby coffee shop, the tired chauffeur sits in the corner of the rather empty cafe. His face lights up mid sip when Mingi walks in. He greets his long time friend, the equally tall man sitting adjacent to him.

“Man, it's like I barely see you nowadays.” Mingi sighs, relaxing into the chair. Yunho checks his watch, your class was short and he’d be expecting a text in about an hour.

“Yea…work is work. It's been kicking my ass recently.” He groans, “do you at least get a vacation?” Mingi asks curiously, Yunho shrugs, “Maybe I would if I asked for it, but I’m trying to rack up at least 3 more checks before I take time off. Besides, taking care of the SMB Enterprises future successor isn’t so bad; she has her bad days but her and her friends make it worth a while.” Mingi chuckles at his friend, “ah really? How so?” Yunho shrugs yet again, “lets just say free reality TV but in person.” Mingi playfully scoffs, his hand coming up to run through his hair. However, there was something more that Yunho wasn’t saying, being friends since childhood had its perks as he knew Yunho better than anyone else and could read him like a book..

“There’s something more though that makes it worth your while right?” Mingi asks curiously and Yunho’s cheeks flush red. Mingi nods trying to suppress a smile, “you like her.” Yunho mentally curses, he chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “Well yes…but I could never. Her father would have my head; I have to keep things strictly professional.”

While Yunho said one thing, Mingi would be thinking the opposite. He was a carefree soul, he didn’t care about anything, “you should-” he starts but Yunho cuts him off, “I can’t that’d be violating my contract.”

The pair talked for a few hours just until around the time your class ended. Yunho is about to check his phone when he sees you walking through the cafe doors, his brows shoot up in confusion, awkwardness filling him when you suddenly walk up to the table he and Mingi were sitting at.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I didn’t know you'd be out 30 minutes early.” He says swallowing thickly and standing up. He could only hope you wouldn’t tell your dad about his cafe date with Mingi.

“Yea my professor let us out a bit early and I wanted a coffee.” You say, texting away on your phone yet again, Yunho suppresses an eyeroll. “But don’t worry I wont tell daddy about your little…date.” You say taking a peek at Mingi. He sends you a tight lipped smile. “Okay well, are you ready to go miss?” You shake your head. “Mm mm, I gotta wait for Cassie and Yeri, and after can you take us to Soho? I need to pick up a few things.” Yunho nods, “for sure. I’ll go bring the car.” You take his seat, not sparing a glance at Mingi, who still remains in his spot after waving goodbye to Yunho.

“So…” he starts,

“Not interested.” Sending him a smile, you walk over to grab your coffee from the mobile order area, “See you around! Yunho’s friend.” You shout walking out of the cafe. Mingi sits back dumbfounded, “unbelievable that he fell for a bitch.” He mutters silently.

***

You had over 5 bags up to the brim with the latest fashion trends. You were sure you’d bought at least one mini dress for every weekend of the month. Your feet ached and you were drained from carrying the bags all through the streets of Soho. Yunho remained inside the car, parked in the designated parking area waiting for your text.

You step out of Neiman Marcus and wait for your ride to pull up in front of the doors. When your driver sees you struggling to the car he immediately hops out to put your and your friend’s bags all in the trunk.

“Good shopping day miss?” He asks, and you nod, stretching your back deliciously against the leather seats of the Escalade once you’re finally inside. The rest of the ride is abnormally quiet, even Cassie and Yeri lay against the headrests with their eyes closed, the day's exhaustion catching up to you three. Before you know it Yunho is pulling up the long curved driveway, stopping right in front of your front doors.

“Thank you for driving us around today Yunho, I know it can be a bit much.” You sheepishly thank him, a soft blush covering your cheeks. “Of course miss, I’m only doing my job.” He gives you a smile and you retreat into your house with him following close behind. This was one of those moments where he absolutely adored you.

***

Friday morning something shifts when your father calls you into his office. You stand barefoot, sporting sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt, feeling slightly awkward as Yunho is also standing there. You can feel him eyeing you, clearly not used to seeing you in your lounging attire.

“Darling, due to current articles and the uprising of the company I have decided to promote Yunho to your bodyguard.” Your father says, his hands resting politely atop of his desk. You can't help but stare at him dumbfounded, it was the calm before the storm. Yunho could see your gears turning, he could almost calculate when your outburst was going to happen.

“What do you mean you’re assigning me a bodyguard? Absolutely not! I do not need a babysitter.” Your father’s demeanor changes.

“I will not tolerate your attitude.” He says raising his hand up.

“But dad, I am in college! Actually, I'm about to graduate college. I don’t need someone to look after me!” You state, close to stomping your feet in a tantrum.

“It’s not that you need it dear, it's just for safety precautions. SMD is gaining popularity and I cannot have you walking around without any protection.” He reiterates. You look at Yunho and he can only look down at his feet. “But why him?” At your words his head pops up to look in your direction, his eyes gleaming with mild offense.

“Why not Yunho? He’s perfect for the role. He’s worked with us for 3 years now, knows all your friends and is very familiar with your lifestyle.” Your father defends.

“Well yes but I like him as my chauffeur…I am not here for this dad.” You argue, pointing aggressively at him as you try to prove your point.

“I hired a new chauffeur, per Yunho’s recommendation. He will be here tonight for whatever dinner you have going on this time.” Immediately you knew who he was talking about.

“That loser from the coffee shop!?” You say looking at Yunho this time. Your father brings a hand up to massage his temples, Yunho is about to respond but is cut off.

“Yunho is your bodyguard, and Mingi is your new driver. So either put up with it or stay home tonight. End of discussion!”

You pressed your lips shut, suddenly feeling defeated by your father. You knew discussing the matter further with him was a lost cause, there was no budging him when he set his mind on something. Finally you drop your head in defeat and nod. “Now go, I have to finish some work here. Yunho my apologies for that, you are dismissed.”

You spent the rest of your afternoon laying in bed just staring at the ceiling, then scrolling on your phone and switching between apps. Nightfall approaches and it's time to get ready for a night in the city. You start with a long shower, exfoliating, shaving and moisturizing. You pick a dress from the countless different ones you’d bought earlier in the week. Delicately pulling the tag off, you slip it on. Your phone startles you as it vibrates aggressively on your vanity table, blindly you answer and are met with Cassie’s face.

“I love you but you have to hurry, our VIP reservation is at 11.” Cassie urges, you nod at her through the camera. “Yes yes I'll be there soon, there were new arrangements made today. I’ll tell you all about it.” You hang up the phone and hurry down, where Yunho waits for you by the door. You don't notice the way his eyes rake over your frame and he suppresses a little smirk. He opens the car door for you and when you slip onto the leather seats you are met by the same guy from the cafe. You’ve got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. He’s dressed in a suit just like Yunho, he doesn't say anything else besides a small hello. You only watch the way he smirks at Yunho when he slips into the passenger seat. A smirk that makes you wonder if you had been a topic of discussion between them. The car ride is silent and soon you are pulling into the valet of the night club.

“Mingi right?” Your voice breaks the silence and he nods, “nice to meet you miss. I look forward to tending to whatever you need.” Mingi replies and you almost roll your eyes at the automated response.

“Nice to meet you once again Mingi, welcome to your first day on the job.” You scoff hopping out of the car, the entire debacle between you and your father clearly still filling you up with annoyance.

***

The night starts off slow, you sip on a cocktail while Cassie leans into your ear. “So who's the new one?” Your eyes shift to Mingi who stands next to Yunho, his big hands crossed at his pelvis. He sports a dark pair of shades making it impossible to see where he was looking, yet you can sense his gaze is on you and your best friend.

“Mingi, he’s friends with Yunho. My dad decided that I suddenly needed a bodyguard and promoted Yunho, then hired Mingi per Yunho’s recommendation.” You mock your father’s tone.

“Hmm,” she hums, her teeth digging into her glossy lips, “can I have one?” Looking over to Mingi, you can see his attention is now fully on Cassie despite the dark lenses covering his irises. She waves at him and he sends her a smile. Your friend almost melts into the couch at the subtle advances of your driver.

“No.” Your voice is flat, “I fear they’re both mine.” You joke, except you're not sure how much of it is a joke. The more the alcohol kicks in, the more appealing the pair looks to you.

Your party of friends grows bigger by the hour and more regular club goers fill the space, the bass of the music pounds on your chest, it’s not long before you start feeling the slight fogginess of the alcohol clouding your judgement. Shot after shot kept coming, bottles of the most expensive liquor being served to your table. You’re up now dancing freely with your friends, Yunho standing within close proximity, he’s had to stabilize you on your feet twice now. He points to his watch when Mingi looks at him. “We have to bring her home in about an hour. Her dad’s rules.” He informs his counterpart through their ear piece. Time flew by and by the time that hour hits its 3 a.m.

Yunho sucks in a deep breath and leans down to your level. “It’s time to go.” He says loudly, and you shake your head, “it’s only 3 Yuyu. I don’t wanna go.” You pout holding your stance. It’d only get more difficult from this point on, “I understand that miss but your father’s rules were clear.” You ignore his words and try to tread through the crowd but a heavy hand pulls you back.

“Stop it!” you say twisting your arm from his grip, “I don’t wanna go! You two and my dad can go kiss my ass!” Yunho sent a nod to Mingi. Suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Mingi clears up space as Yunho walks with you over his shoulder through the crowd. His large hand holds the bottom of your dress down. Your small fists pound on his back, as you try to flail yourself all over the place.

“Put me down Yunho!” But your bodyguard refuses. Back in valet Yunho waits for the car, while apologetically smiling at a few other employees as you yell every profanity under the sun. Mingi stands beside Yunho and you manage to catch the edge of his sunglasses with your fist, smacking them off his face and scratching him in the process. Mingi winces, holding the raised skin of his face as he picks up his glasses. Yunho shoves you in the car and soon you’re all on your merry way home with you passed out in the backseat.

“I’m regretting this job.” Mingi mutters, running his finger over the scratch on his face. “She’s usually not like this, I guess daddy’s new rules are getting to her.” Yunho responds, sending a pitied look to his best friend. “Usually?” Mingi asks, shaking his head in annoyance.

***

“Mom, did dad give me a curfew?” You ask your mother the next morning, you did your best to ignore the pounding in your head. You can see her eyes shift as she tries to put up a front.

“No baby, what do you mean? Or at least I don’t know of any curfew.” She replies, folding her laundry neatly.

“Because last night that I was out with my friends…at the dinner I told you about. I left at a specific time and that's not how Yunho and I usually operate.” With crossed arms you stare at your mother waiting for whatever excuse she’s come up with.

Instead she gives you a pointed look, “and how do you usually operate?” She smirks, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Uh, I let him know when I'm ready to go.” You state as if it were an obvious fact. Your words hang in the air and she shrugs.

“I’d ask your father directly honey, I wouldn't know.” You huff in annoyance and head back to your room to freshen up and dispute this with your father.

The door to his office echoes loudly when you swing it open, startling Mingi and Yunho who currently sit in the seats facing the desk.

“Pumpkin I'm discussing busine-”

“Did you give me a curfew?” You ask cutting him off. Your father sighs in defeat, he knew that you’d come to him with questions sooner or later.

“Not necessarily a curfew hon, just a set time to have you home.”

“That’s literally the definition of a curfew! Dad, what is going on? Are you trying to ruin my life?” Your father, clearly on the edge already, is having none of it.

“Is 3 a.m not enough for your clubbing activities?” Your eyes suddenly widen at your fathers words. How'd he know? Then your eyes shift to Yunho who now stands besides Mingi against the wall. Both men stoic in the face as if the entire debacle isn’t going on in front of them.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? You keep telling your mom and I that you are going out to important dinners, come to find out you're out at clubs getting absolutely wasted with those trashy friends of yours.” You shake your head, “You don’t underst-”

“What I don’t understand is why my daughter is acting like this. Look at the gash you gave Mingi last night, all because he wanted to ensure your safety back home and you just can’t help but act a fool! Do what you like, you are an adult, but under my house you’ll be home when I say!” He yells, his voice booming through the office.

“But-” You try to argue, and he shakes his head.

“Don't you get it? With our status you cannot be acting like this; it’ll end up in the tabloids and what does that mean for SMD?” Your father searches your face for some type of answer, but you hide by crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden floor.

“You swipe my Amex like it's nothing, you buy what you want, you go where you want, what more do you want? So no, the curfew isn't going anywhere. End of discussion. Now please leave so I can finish business.” Your words are caught in your throat.

You stare at your father before your eyes shift to the two men dressed in black on the side, Yunho sporting a very sly smirk as he watches your eyes sparkle with tears. He was enjoying this little meltdown, he enjoyed the fact that someone had finally said no; after all you were a spoiled brat and while he loved that about you, it was time for a reality check. You stomp out of the office slamming the mahogany door behind you causing you father to flinch and apologize to the pair.

“Don’t have daughters.” Your father sighs.

***

The next week you spent going to your scheduled classes and swimming. The weekend had been the opposite of relaxing between your fathers argument and the raging hangover, you decided to reconnect with nature, touch some grass if you will. Every single time, Yunho was out there with you, and there was nothing he could do about the skanky bikinis you sported every time you sat out in the sun. In his head he cursed Mingi for being able to take a break, after all he was your only real bodyguard.

He sat in a chair in the shade, his eyes drinking in every area of uncovered skin behind his sunglasses. His mind went places and he couldn't help but readjust himself multiple times. Your demeanor with him had also changed, you were more talkative than before, asking him about himself, offering him lemonade made with your own secret recipe. You were sweet talking him and he knew it was your way of trying to get him to break the rules for you next time you went out. But if there was one thing about Yunho it was that he wasn't a people pleaser, and he wasn't one to give in easily especially not to brats like you.

The week flew by for him and like usual, here he was on his way with you and Mingi to another top club in New York city. You were dressed in a two piece set this time, the skirt so short your underwear peeked through every time you sat down. With wandering eyes everywhere, in order to shield you Yunho’s big frame stood in front of you. He takes your hand and you smile up at him with big eyes, but he averts his focus to his job at hand which was protecting you.

***

By midnight you're drunk out of your mind, so drunk that you ended up booking a hotel room in the building where the said club was at. You told yourself you deserved to get wasted and spoil yourself in a luxurious hotel after the hell week you’d had.

“I-i don’t wanna go home, just take me up to my room whenever. I forwarded you the reservation email.” You told Yunho. It wouldn’t align with your father’s rules but Yunho was sure you'd twist up some pretty lie to get out of being asked too many questions. “Tell my parents I'm crashing at Cassie’s.” Yunho could only agree, because what else could he do in this situation? Would it put his job in jeopardy? Yes, was he annoyed with you? Also yes, but he'd rather deal with your father later than have you cause another scene for him and Mingi yet again.

“One more drink Yuyu please?” You ask, your eyes big and glassy as you stare up at him. He shakes his head, “I don’t think it's a good idea to keep drinking miss. At least take a break.” He suggests, your lips form a pout but you were too tired to fight him. Eventually you manage to slip through the crowd and to the bar. Mingi and Yunho search for you but their panic is short lived when you reappear with another martini in hand.

“Do you want some?” You ask, there you go again with that suggestive gaze that has him reeling. He shakes his head and as you're about to take another sip he pulls the glass away from you. “I said no more.” You pout at his harsh tone.

“Fine, take me to the bathroom then.” You say crossing your arms. Yunho sighs internally, deciding that having you use the restroom alone was too risky he convinces Cassie to take you. The blonde holds on to your arm as Yunho clears space for you to walk through. He stands outside the door and motions Cassie to bring you in.

Yunho waits outside for what feels like an eternity; after 20 minutes he knocks on the door. Cassie opens and without a word pulls him in. “what-” but Cassie shakes her head, “she threw up about half of the drinks she drank. I fed her some water, she should be sobering up.” You sit against the wall of the fancy bathroom with your eyes closed. You feel a hand going around your bicep to hoist you up and you shake your head.

“Don’t move me, I’d rather wait it out here. Just get me some water please.” Not daring to have your eyes obliterated by the harsh light you keep them closed. You hear the bathroom door open, letting the noise of the club in for a second before it muffles out again.

A full bottle and a half of water later, you had sobered up almost entirely. You rinse your mouth in the sink and pat some cold water on your chest to freshen up and head back out where Yunho stands.

You walk through the crowd heading straight for the bar, ready for at least another round of drinks but Yunho pulls you back. “No more drinks.” He states flatly. Your brows draw together, sending him a confused look. “Um, who says I can’t? Cause as far as I can remember you’re just my bodyguard not my dad.” Now you have taken it upon yourself to mess with him. You were tired of being bossed around. Your eyes bore into his, his gaze has shifted in a way you had never seen before; he was pissed. Sucking in a deep breath he leans down to your ear, “you are done for the night.” You swallow thickly and shrug trying to play off the sudden ache in the bottom half of your body. You take the lead, both men following close behind you.

Despite sobering up, the exhaustion after drinking is catching up to you and the little alcohol you have left in your system still keeps you a bit unstable on your feet. The elevator ride up to the room is tension filled. You can feel both men’s gazes on you, and out of the corner of your eye you see the way Yunho and Mingi exchange glances.

As soon as you step through the door Yunho breaks the silence, “I need you to sit down and drink some water.” Taking the water bottle from his grip, you sit down purposefully taking small sips. Both men watch you carefully, pulling their blazers off and draping them over a chair, leaving them both in their white button ups.

“I don’t really want any more water.” Your hoarse voice says, pushing the bottle away from you. You go to stand up but Yunho stops you.

“Sit the fuck down.” He points at the seat as soon as you rise to your feet.

“Excu-”

“Now.” You plop back down on the soft chair in defeat.

“You’ve been a real fucking pain the ass you know that right?” At that you giggle, biting your lip a little too hard at his frustration.

“She thinks it's funny Min.” A low hum rumbles through Mingi’s chest.

“Do you want me to blow you as a thank you for being the best bodyguard ever and putting up with me? Because I will.” Your body is now burning hot, just the mere thought of Yunho having you on your knees in front of his best friend who is also your chauffeur excites you. You slowly rise to your feet, stepping carefully towards Yunho as if testing the waters. Your bare feet on the carpet showcasing the sheer size difference between you and the dark blue haired man. Without second thought his hands cup your face and pull you into him for a kiss. Everything goes fast, your hands grip his wrists as he still has a hold of your face as he kisses you with pure fervor.

“Fucking brat.” Yunho pulls you away and redirects you towards Mingi who is now standing by the bed. Your arms stretch out to reach for the Mingi, he pulls you into him and you meet his lips as Yunho manhandles your skirt. Mingi wastes no time laying you down, the skirt of your two piece set now resting on your waist from the vigorous movement, your panty clad cunt on full display. Yunho presses you down into bed by your chest, his opposite hand coming down to play with you. His fingers rub over the fabric of your now soiled underwear.

“Such a good girl huh Yunho?” Mingi says chuckling at your writhing form. Yunho smirks,

“Sit behind her, why don't you.” Yunho pulls you up and Mingi slots himself between you and the plush pillows, your back now resting flush against his chest. His arms encircle themselves around your waist as Yunho tugs your panties down. He holds the fabric up by his finger, “We’ve been getting peeks of this slutty thong all night, how cute.” Yunho chuckles.

His fingers toys with you before slipping two slender digits inside. Immediately your back arches against your chauffeur’s chest, his grip only tightening on you. His eyes are focused on his fingers splitting you open, his hand coming down to rest right above your pelvis. He starts with languid strokes, and the way you only spread your legs further for him eggs him on to pick up speed.

“Look at you, spreading your legs open like a slut.” There’s a condescending look on Yunho’s face when he speaks to you. The veins on his arms slightly bulged out from the excretion. You could only whine and attempt to buck your hips on his fingers. Between the haze of the alcohol and the duo's cologne invading your senses you feel yourself spiraling. A knot forming in the pit of your tummy builds up fast. Your lower body begins to shake as your legs threaten to close, that's when Mingi reaches for one of your legs and he hooks his hand behind your knee pulling you open for Yunho.

“Open up pretty.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Im gon-na, Yuyu.” You squirm in Mingi’s grip, your whines picking up in volume. You can barely keep your eyes open and then your orgasm hits you. Your body shudders heavily under the two men. Yunho sends you encouraging words as you cum all over his fingers. Mingi leans down to press feathered kisses on your cheek, his lips inching slowly towards your now messy glossy lips. He kisses you hard, his hand unhooking from your leg and coming down hard against your pussy. Your whole body jolts at the action you can only cry out and take what they give you.

“Come here baby,” Yunho says, pulling you up swiftly. Your legs are shaky as you stand close to him, his hands on your face again, this time you lean to kiss him, glossy lips working desperately against his. But Yunho wasn’t about to let you do what you wanted, not this time. He pulls away, his large hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezes lightly, only enough to take your breath away momentarily.

“Watch it slut, you want something you have to work for it.” He spits, backing you into Mingi. “Who goes first? Me or you?” The driver chuckles and pulls your arms behind your back bending you into the bed. “I’ll break her in for you, how about that?” Yunho smiles at him, “don't let her cum. Tiny has to learn to work for things, she can’t just swipe daddy’s Amex here.” Yunho mocks.

You climb onto the bed face down, ass up, with your hands resting behind your back. Mingi’s belt buckle resonates loudly in the room, echoing in the haze of your brain. Yunho suddenly comes into your line of vision, his pants also unbuckled.

“Are you ready baby?” He asks, feigning a pout at the tears lining your eyes. You lift your head, your hands coming to support you as you push yourself up. You nod vigorously,

“Please Yuyu, I want it so bad.” You whine. Yunho shakes his head and points at Mingi, “why don’t you ask Mingi nicely baby.”

You pant softly and crane your neck to look at the man behind you. “Please Mingi, I want it so bad.” Your hips wiggle back towards him. Mingi’s mushroom tip prods at your entrance

“You want it?” he teases and you nod, taking your lip between your teeth, his large hands grip your waist as he gently pushes in. His girth alone splitting you open slowly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, at the intrusion.

“Hands behind your back girlie.” Yunho whispers, your arms reach back and Mingi holds on to them as he pulls you onto him, his entire length buried in you. His warm skin comes in contact with your ass and suddenly he’s set a delicious pace that has you reeling. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you're sure you've now gone dumb. Yunho is talking to you but you can barely hear him, until he taps your cheek, his hand cupping your chin and gently lifting your face up. His leaking tip pokes your lips, you open your mouth, wide eyes looking up at him. Yunho bites lip, his hands caressing your face.

“Good fucking girl baby.” You hum around his cock and he gently moves further in until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears now rolling down your cheeks freely.

“Being used from both ends, baby. Look at you.” Mingi moans, his thrust now becoming erratic, he eventually resorts to barely pulling out, his hips jutting hard against you just bullying his tip against your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm fast approaching. Yunho takes notice of the way, you're going limp on the bed, your whole body twitching.

“She's about to cum, don't let her finish. She doesn't deserve it yet Min.” He grunts, pulling out of your mouth and cupping your chin once again. He watches with an amused smile as Mingi struggles to slow down and pull out, just as you're about to fall over the brink it all stops. Your tired body collapses on the bed, writhing in discomfort at your fading high.

“Yun-ho, please.” You whine, rubbing your legs together.

“I'm pretty sure I gave myself blue balls man,” Mingi shudders, his hand running up and down his cock, trying to keep the stimulation going. Yunho ignores his friend's comment and takes his place instead, he looms over you now. He pulls you on your back, tugging on the top you still wore, which was now soiled with spit and tears. He tugs at the stretchy material until it sits comfortably under your chest. Your tits spilling over, nipples perky and waiting for attention. He toys with your tits, fondling them and laying a flat smack that irritates the skin. You're panting like a dog, legs open waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Are you ready to work for it?” He asks, once again in a condescending tone. You nod, your hands reaching around the bed feeling for Mingi. Yunho leans down pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, his tongue swipes over your lip, your mouth drops open as he slips inside, instantly buried to the hilt. He gives you one last kiss and pulls away, instantly setting a brutal pace. Pleasure spreads all over your abdomen, as his cock hits that spongy spot deep within you. You're a moaning mess, legs trying to cage him in and hips lifting to meet him but he doesn't let you.

“You're acting like a bitch in heat baby, you wanna cum?” He asks, and you nod, letting out a strangled cry. “Ye-yes yuyu please.” Mingi’s hand works heavy on his cock, trying to match the grip your cunt had around him.

“I said work for it, remember? So why don’t you be a doll and help Mingi.” He motions over to the man beside your head. You do the best you can to replace his hand, your pace is shaky, barely consistent, he leans a bit closer and you are able to get his red tip in your mouth. His hand coming down to cup the back of your head, helping you lift up without causing much strain. Mingi lowers his hips, lodging himself deeper in your mouth. You can barely focus anymore, your headspace far from reality.

“She's going dumb look at her,” Yunho grunts, Mingi breathes heavily above you. And you suck gently and somehow that's enough to push him over the edge. His cum spills into your mouth at the same time your high is building up. You pull from him, his tip still leaking, now spilling all over your lips and chin. Yunho hold your hips and your hands come down to grip his forearms as he fucks you into the bed.

“You earned it tiny, go ahead and fucking c-cum.” Yunho strangles out, your orgasm builds up until you're falling over the edge. Your body locks up, legs shaking as you ride your high, loud whines falling from your lips. You relax into the bed and Yunho who ruts against you suddenly stills and spills into your gummy walls. He sucks in a deep breath as the pulsing in his cock comes to a slow halt. He pulls out and his seed is spilling out from you, running down between your lips and onto the bed creating a wet patch.

Your eyes are closed, lungs still trying to suck in air from the heavy exertion. You feel yourself getting moved around, a warm towel wiping your face and then between your legs. Someone pulls you out of the matching set that was still bunched around your waist.

You feel a tap on your cheek and you open your eyes to be met by Mingi and a water bottle. “Here's some water doll.” You sit up and gently sip from the bottle, humming at the cool liquid running down your scratched throat. Yunho slips on the white button he sported on you. Mingi looks at him as he puts the blazer back on.

“I’ll stop somewhere for a button up in the morning.” Yunho says when he feels Mingi’s judgemental gaze on him. “Get some rest doll, Mingi and I will be back for you in the morning.” you pout as they tuck you into the plush bed. “You can't stay?” You ask but you knew the answer. Yunho shakes his head, “gotta report that you are safe. It'll also look suspicious if we stay, you know you got eyes on you everywhere now.” You nod and nuzzle into the bed.

The door clicks softly behind them as they walk towards the elevators. “I can tell she really likes you.” Mingi informs his best friend. Yunho shrugs, “That's rocky territory, I couldn't imagine what her father would do if he ever found out.” In a way it hurt his chest the thought of never seeing you again if your father found out. After pining over you for the past 3 years in secrecy, and it coming down to tonight's activities he was happy, but it was also bittersweet that nothing further than this could ever happen; he could never call you fully his out of fear.

Yunho rests against the elevator wall, anxiety creeping up on him at the thought of trying to play this all off in the future. He avoids the front desk personnel’s gaze as she gives him a questioning look on his attire as his bare chest peeked through the expensive blazer. When they're both back in the car he reports to your father through text that you'd insisted on crashing at Cassie’s place and that they’d be back for you early in the morning.

***

The following weeks were a blur at least for Yunho, he couldn't concentrate on anything other than you, all he ever saw was you. He caught himself admiring more than ever before; so much so Mingi had to often snap him back to reality. Aside from that, there was nothing he could do besides stay quiet and do his job. He had Mingi to vent to but that ended when the man resigned after he got a job opportunity as a producer. He was shortly replaced by Hongjoong, he was cool and all but he couldn’t have deep conversations with him like he did with his best friend.

The lewd activities from that night replayed in his mind and he just couldn’t help how much his feelings for you kept growing since then; he was sure he was now in love. He envied Mingi and how easily he relaxed in situations where Yunho was conflicted.

“Why are you stressing, man? We all had a good time, it doesn't need to be brought up again.” His friend would say, but that was easy for him to say when he wasn't in love with you.

You on the other hand had developed a full blown crush on your bodyguard, you liked the way he handled you, that was all you needed in your life. Not being able to hold back any longer you’d began to sneak out into the greenhouse that sat in a quiet corner of your grand backyard. Yunho would meet you for quickies, which would eventually lead to the two of you talking till the late hours of the night all while your parents remained clueless inside. You knew how much Yunho feared losing his job and being faced by your father, but of one thing you were sure; you always got what you wanted, and Yunho would be yours one way or another.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #mingi smut #jongho smut #san smut #smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #yunho smut #yungi smut #yungi

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blackamethyst2004 · 2 days ago

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Can’t Focus

Sylus x MC

18+ MDNI SMUT

Tags: Dry humping, teasing, needy!Sylus, oral (Male Receiving), marking, biting, rough, under the desk, size play, sex during phone call, handjob, missionary, backshots, choking, bratty mc, fingering, pet names, praise, raw, creampie, some fluff.

Sylus was always busy, always making calls, doing meet ups. Or working on something, meaning he hadn’t had time to text or call you back, which frustrated you. He would sometimes promise to stay with you for the week. And then disappear when you fall asleep. For days at a time. Today you decided you were going to go to the N109 zone, Sylus was slightly surprised but let you in knowing if he didn’t it would make the problem bigger than it was. After he ate with you he disappeared into his office, you could hear him on a business phone call.

You crossed your arms when he was deep in the conversation. Making sure everything was in order, you quietly pushed open his office door and closed it behind you, he eyes looked at you, as he adjusted in his chair, he continued his conversation, as he inched closer and closer. You tried to get his attention but it was no use, so you decided to do something that he couldn’t ignore. You walked over sliding your hand across his chest and back, before you climbed into his lap, you usually found yourself sitting in his lap during these long calls. You wrapped your arms around his resting your head into his chest. The more he talked the more and more his attention locked on you, especially when you would slightly adjust how you sat on him, his heart rate sky rocketed when you rocked your hips, his hand grabbing your ass, and holding you still, he shot you a glare out of the side of his eyes, his crimson eyes glowing with a hint of dominance. He leaned down and whispered into your ear to where only you could hear the rasp of his voice.

“Careful Kitten you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

He said. Before returning to his conversation with the man on the phone. Displeased with his lack of attention, you began to roll your hips against him again, the undeniable tent of his erection pressing against your core, Sylus nails dug Into your hip as he let out a silent huff, his breathing picking up, with a smirk, you placed your finger over Your lips as you slowly crawled off of him, sitting on your knees in between his thighs, you slid your hand up his leg and slightly under his shirt with a gasp, he grabbed your hand, oh my he was so warm, so sensitive to your touch.

“Yes I’m fine, sorry, just dropped something.”

Sylus said. He back slightly arching off the chair as I began to leave open mouthed kisses on his stomach, tracing my tongue against his abs. His breaths began to come out in uneven pants, as you unbuttoned his pants, your hand rubbing against his arousal, he looked down at you as your kisses and tongue drug down to his vline. You stopped for a moment. Waiting for him to get deeper into the conversation before licking the precum off of the head of his cock. He jolted a slight growl rumbling through his chest, as you pushing his throbbing erection into your mouth. You were slow, torturing him like he had tortured you by leaving you alone for that long.

“Mr Sylus are you sure you’re alright.”

The man said on the other side of the phone, Sylus looked down at you his eyes full of a dark desire, a need as his free hand slid into your hair, thrusting his cock down your throat, you let out a slightly whimper from his size pushing into your mouth all at once.

“I just…” he panted, throwing his head back as he moved his hand from my hair pulling his shirt up above his abs. “Spilled some hot tea on me, huff.”

He lied. With a quiet groan he thrusted into my mouth with reckless abandon while holding his tongue so the man on the other side of the phone couldn’t hear him. As the call went on you roughly sucked him off, his balls clenched as he forced your head all the way down again. With a moan he couldn’t quite hide fast enough, he squirted warm cum down your throat your eyes watered as he rode out his orgasm.

“I’ll call you back.”

He said before quickly ending the call, you were in trouble now, you pulled his length out of your mouth panting as you cleaned up the excess cum thumbing the sticky substance into your mouth, he panted for a bit, as he grabbed your wrist pulling you up, before you knew it, he stood up grabbing you roughly.

“Was this your way of getting my attention…”

He said his voice raspy and rough, with one movement he turned you around pushing you over hus desk your eyes facing the mirror. You looked at yourself. As his rough hands began to explore your body, his hand slid up your stomach before squeezing your breast, and sliding up to your neck as you let out a needy whimper, his hand gently squeezed your neck before turning your head enough to capture your lips in a punishing kiss.

“You could have messed up that deal for me…what would you have done if I took you on the phone….”

He asked through kisses, as his lips trailed to your shoulder blades, kissing the weak spots. Before he bit down on your neck. You let out a pained moan, as his hand slid to your blouse tugging it open exposing your breasts to the cool air.

“Or is that what you wanted.”

He said, as he bit your earlobe. He moved his hand down sliding it into your panties as he rubbed your clit then slid a single finger into your folds, you panted your slick heat coating his finger. He let out a hum.

“You’re so wet…please can I take you.”

He said. Pushing me against the desk his erection pressing against your ass. You let out a moan and nodded, with that he hooked his finger over your soaked panties, tugging them to the side as he slid his erection against your folds. Slowly pumping his head in and out, splitting your folds slowly, with each wince of pain you made, he let your folds clench his cock, slowly and eagerly pushing himself deeper. One agonizing inch at a time, when he was almost fully in. Your walls clenched around. Shit not yet, he hasn’t even done it all yet, your back arched as you coated what half of his cock he hadn’t pulled out with a sloppy climax.

“You’re so sensitive sweetie…”

He said pulling out as your climax began to drip onto the floor. He scoffed, as he placed on hand on the side of you caging you between the desk and him once more.

“I just can’t hold back anymore.”

He said roughly, as your felt his head line up with your folds. Before he roughly thrusted into you burying into you to the hilt, the inches he hadn’t yet eased into your now filling you. You let out a pleasured cry your eyes watering. He panted.

“Relax you can handle it.”

He growled, as he began to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, his eyes locking on your back as he began to kiss done it. Leaving marks along it. He couldn’t help himself, his hand snaked to your mouth, covering it as he roughly pounded into you, the sound of skin loudly slapping against skin as your let out loud muffled moans.

“Ah-Sy-Sylus..”

Your whimpered, he gripped your hips, pounding into you. One hand over your mouth still.

“Shh. You’re doing great. Don’t wake up Luke and Kieran…”

He praised. His voice coming out hoarse and beastly, as he threw his head back pounding into your roughly until you felt like your skin would go raw from his ruthless attack. You began gripped the desk, this is punishment, you knew it. But god it felt so damn good. Your loans came out as weak whimpers as he pounded you senseless, making you come undone time after time, you let out a cry as you came all over him for the third time. He chuckled as you bit down on his hand. Your legs were weak and shaking at this point. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as he let out a groan. As his hands gripped your hips his body jerking.

“So close-“

He panted with a few more slow and lazy thrusts. He squirted cum into your womb filling it to the brim. He fell against your back panting. As you milked his cock, for a moment your caught your breath, before Sylus pulled out of you, cum dripping to the ground.

“Look, you made me dirty the carpet…”

He said. You looked down at the mess. You panted again shaking you head as your body shook, limp over the desk. He gently wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and laying you on the couch in his office, giving your a few gentle kisses as he helped you fix you clothes, was he not tired. How long could he go? He pulled a blanket over you, kissing your cheek.

“Rest, I’ll take care of you everything…”

He said. He fixed his clothes, before he began to walk away, you grabbed his arm, as he let out a sigh.

“Wait…don’t leave me….you always leave me.”

You complained. He rose a brow. Before he moved to your sitting Down your head innocently laying on his lap.

“Is this what this was about. You were upset I was busy?”

He asked, gently rubbing your back as you latched onto him like a sleepy koala. You looked down. He let out an arrogant chuckle.

“Sweetie. If you don’t want me to leave, then tell me not to leave….ill stay whenever you need me to…”

#love and deepspace #lads sylus #sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus smut #lads #sylus x mc

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aryadelvich · 15 hours ago

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Popular girl x nerdy guys, Luigi Mangione

(I don’t know if it’s him in this picture but it looks exactly like him)

This one is from this request

You were the new girl at university. You had missed the first semester for medical reasons, but now everything was fine. You quickly managed to fit in, and soon, you became the popular girl—the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one who rejected every guy on campus.

Except for one: Luigi.

He never really tried to talk to you. He was always with his friends, and sometimes, your groups would cross paths and exchange greetings. While the other guys in his group were friendly and eager to chat, he remained distant. He didn’t look at you, didn’t talk to you, and when he did, it was brief—just the usual polite courtesies.

Everyone thought you hated him because he was the only one who didn’t give you attention, but it was quite the opposite. He was the only one who didn’t approach you expecting something in return.

The popularity you had built was just a shield. In truth, you were pretending to be someone else, just to fit in, just to avoid eating lunch alone. But part of you felt heavy, out of place. Every conversation, every topic—you were always pretending.

In high school, you didn’t have many friends. People thought you were too weird. The only friends you had were the other "weird" ones, and though you still kept in touch, they were no longer in the same city as you.

But Luigi—he had no trouble being himself. He dressed however he wanted. Once, one of your "friends" mocked him for wearing this same adidas — which you find so cute— sweatshirt several times in a few weeks. He had simply replied, sarcastically, that washing machines existed. She immediately fell silent.

Inside, you were thrilled. It wasn’t something to comment on in the first place, but you didn’t have the courage to go against your friend. You didn’t want to be pushed out of the group.

Luigi did whatever he wanted, with passion—video games, sports, traveling, outings, museums, books, movies…

You found yourself thinking about him often. He was so kind, yet he never let anyone take advantage of his kindness. And he did it all so effortlessly. You envied him.

And now, it was the moment you looked forward to every day—the moment your friend groups crossed paths in the hallway.

He was there, right in front of you.

"Hey, Y/n," he said, glancing at you briefly before greeting the other girls by name.

He was always modest, never looking down on anyone. He called everyone by their name, and if he didn’t know it, he would politely ask.

And just like that, the moment you had been waiting for was over. The groups went their separate ways.

It was too short. You wanted more. But not in a romantic way—platonically. He was inspiring.

"I matched with Luigi yesterday," one of your friends, Elena, suddenly announced.

All the girls turned to her instantly.

"What? That Luigi? The nerd? He has Tinder?" they asked, surprised.

"Yeah, his friends made him one because, according to them, he really deserves to find love."

"Nobody’s good enough for him," Emma added.

"Well, he chose me," your friend smirked. "I mean, he’s a little awkward but I can change him, give him a makeover." She added, "The other day, he took off his sweatshirt because he was hot, and I saw his amazing abs."

You sighed internally, feeling a little disappointed.

Luigi was interested in her?

He hadn’t had many—if any—relationships before, and for some reason, that had reassured you.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Y/n? Aren’t you happy for me?"

So hypocritical.

"Of course I am," you forced a smile. "If you’re happy, then I am too."

•••A few hours later•••

You had finally managed to slip away from your group of friends. You had to get to your math club, and you didn’t want them to know. If they found out, your reputation would be ruined.

You cursed yourself internally.

Why were you doing all of this? Be yourself, Y/n. Let go. Stop caring about what people think.

Easier said than done.

You stepped through the door of the club. The room fell silent.

"Uh, the fashion club is down the hall," one of the members said.

"This is the math club, right?" you asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah…?"

"Good. This is exactly where I meant to be. I’m Y/n, and I’d like to become a member."

"We all know who you are," they said in unison.

"Okay, then let’s get started," you said, putting down your things.

"Sorry, but we only accept people who have a good level in math. You don’t exactly seem like someone very committed to studying," the club leader admitted.

Then, a deep and familiar voice cut through the silence.

"At least let her try. You’re judging without knowing."

You recognized it instantly.

Luigi.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why was it beating so fast?

He looked at you kindly—something no one else in the room did.

"Luigi, we don’t have time. The competition is in three weeks, and she has an entire semester to catch up on," the club leader protested.

"Then let’s give her a problem that covers everything we’ve studied. If she has gaps, I’ll personally tutor her," Luigi suggested.

One-on-one lessons? A little voice in your head told you to make a few mistakes just to get that time with him. But your desire to prove yourself was stronger. Besides, Luigi already had a date coming up, and it definitely wasn’t with you.

"I’ll take on any challenge you give me. I promise I have the skills and the motivation," you said with determination.

Luigi looked at you, amused. The club members exchanged glances before agreeing.

Selena—one of the members—wrote a complex equation on the board. You had twenty minutes to solve it.

You looked at the equation. A heavy silence filled the room. The club members watched you, waiting to see if you were up to the challenge.

Without hesitation, you picked up the marker and started writing. Step by step, you broke down the problem, quickly finding the best approach. The room remained silent, except for the faint sound of the marker gliding across the board.

After a few minutes, you boxed your final answer and turned around.

The club leader checked your work, his eyes scanning each step. Then, he let out a small sigh.

“…It’s correct.”

A few murmurs of surprise echoed through the room.

Luigi smirked. “Told you. You judged too fast.”

The leader hesitated, then finally said, “Alright. Y/n, welcome to the club.”

Relief washed over you. You had done it.

Luigi met your gaze and gave you a small nod of approval. For some reason, that felt like the biggest victory of all.

The only two other girls in the group were thrilled. The guys, however, grumbled.

"It’s normal they’re a bit jealous," Luigi reassured you. "You’re the first one to solve this problem."

"Oh, I see. And to think girls are the ones with a reputation for being catty," you teased.

Luigi chuckled.

"I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you here. This doesn’t really seem like your thing" he said.

"My thing ?” You echoed. “What exactly is ‘my thing’ supposed to be ?"

"No, I just mean… you’re Y/n. The popular girl. You hang out with the most popular group, go to all the parties, all the events…" he explained.

"You hesitated, glancing around before lowering your voice. "Well, I’d rather people not know I’m here, so… let’s keep this between us."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

You exhaled, already regretting bringing it up. "Because it wouldn’t exactly help my reputation." You admitted.

His expression changed—he was always so expressive—and now, you could tell he was judging you.

"Oh, I get it. You wanna be the cool girl who cares about nothing."

“That’s not true”your jaw tightened.

But even as you said it, you weren’t sure if you believed it yourself.

And judging by the look on his face, neither was he.

Maybe that’s why he barely spoke to you—he had probably seen right through you.

"So that’s why you hardly ever talk to me? Because you think I’m fake and shallow?" You needed answers.

His expression softened slightly, his brows lifting just a little.

"N-no, that’s not it. Trust me. I’m sorry for what I said. It was mean. I just… never mind. Forget it."

"I should get to work before the group kicks me out," you said, ending the conversation.

"I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret," he reassured you.

"Do whatever you want," you muttered. You just wanted to focus on math.

He lowered his head, looking almost ashamed. He hadn’t meant to upset you, but it had been a long time since someone had been that honest with you—not even your so-called friends.

••• Few weeks later

A few weeks had passed. You loved your new club. Everyone was great, and no one looked down on anyone else. Everyone helped each other. At first, they had been distant, seeing you as the superficial girl who thought she was above everyone, but you had proven them wrong. Now, conversations flowed easily.

And then there was Luigi.

Just his presence was enough to brighten your day. You wished he felt the same way, but he never seemed interested in anyone. He never talked about girls, and whenever someone brought up the topic, he completely dodged the question.

The competition was in two days, and you and Luigi had been chosen as the team’s representatives. The members had picked the two most “presentable” people for the so-called "beauty privilege," which had shocked Luigi. He never thought he would be chosen, believing himself to be far from attractive. But he was the only one who thought that. He had no idea how effortlessly charismatic he was, which only made him even more charming.

"Hey, want to meet up tonight to go over our presentation?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd love to," you replied enthusiastically.

"Let’s say 6 PM?"

"See you later." You smiled before heading off.

••6 PM••

Sitting side by side in the library, you were going over the final points for the competition. Papers were scattered across the table, filled with calculations and notes.

"Are you nervous?" Luigi asked, leaning back in his chair.

"A little," you admitted. "I trust our skills, but the idea of speaking in front of a jury stresses me out."

He nodded. "Yeah, that’s always the hardest part. But honestly, you’ve got nothing to prove—you already impressed the whole club."

You smiled.

He was about to add something when someone interrupted the conversation.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Hey, Luigi."

It was her. Again. What did she want? She walked over and sat next to you.

"Are you taking private lessons, Y/n?"

You didn’t know what to say. But it was so ridiculous—why hide it? Just admit the truth, this isn’t high school anymore.

"Yeah, she didn’t understand much in applied math, so I’m helping her out," Luigi said as an excuse.

"Oh, you give lessons? Because I’m interested too. I’m struggling with chemistry," your friend asked.

"maybe next time?" Luigi replied, throwing you a brief glance.

"Alright, give me your number, I’ll contact you."

"I’ll come to you when I have time," was the only excuse he could come up with.

"But I thought you already had his number?" you asked, curious about her response.

"Why would I have it?"

"Tind—"

"No, Y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about," she cut you off.

An awkward silence settled. Elena took out her phone, and while you went back to studying, she stayed on it.

"Y/n, Tyler organized a surprise party today, are we going?" Elena suggested.

You really didn’t want to go. You weren’t interested in the first place, and on top of that, Luigi would be there. You’d much rather spend time with him than go to a party where anything could happen.

"Uh… I…"

"Come on! You’d rather do math than have fun?" She tried to convince you.

"You can go alone or ask someone else. I have an important exam in two days, I need to be in shape," you justified.

Why am I even justifying myself? I do what I want, after all.

"You’d rather stay with Luigi, is that it? That’s such a pick-me move."

"What? No," you stammered.

"Elena, I think you’re going a bit too far," Luigi defended.

"No, Luigi, stay out of it. Every time I invite her somewhere, she refuses."

"Because she can’t, why insist?" Luigi added.

"Stop, both of you. Fine, I’ll go with you," you gave in.

You gathered your things. Luigi sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

"Y/n, you really don’t have to," Luigi insisted.

"It’s fine, leave me alone with your math," you said, reluctantly.

Luigi let out a nervous laugh. "Seriously?"

You didn’t reply and left with Elena.

"We’re gonna have so much fun!" she said enthusiastically.

"Actually, I’m not going. I don’t feel well."

"It’ll pass, come on, Y/n! We never have fun with you."

"Then go alone or with someone else. I’m going to my room."

You left before she could respond. You didn’t want to go. She was too pushy.

•••The Next Day •••

"It’s nothing."

His tone was cold, distant. He barely looked at you, focused on setting his bag on the table.

You frowned.

"Luigi… are you sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah."

He took out a notebook and started flipping through the pages like you weren’t even there. It was frustrating. Usually, even when he was tired, he took the time to talk to you. Now, he was clearly avoiding you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He answered too quickly.

He sighed, closed his notebook, and finally met your gaze. He hesitated.

"Yesterday, you were acting weird. Like… I felt like you wanted to stay, but in the end, you followed her just because she insisted."

He shrugged slightly.

"But hey, you do what you want. I just… thought we were friends."

His expression was neutral, but you knew he wasn’t saying everything.

Your heart clenched.

"We are friends," you replied.

He let out a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah… sure."

You wanted to protest, to tell him it wasn’t that simple. But was that really an excuse? He was right. Why did you keep forcing yourself to follow Elena when you didn’t even want to?

You sighed, searching for your words.

"I don’t want to go to those parties. I’d rather be here, with you, with the others in the club… But I’m afraid that if I say no too often, they’ll stop inviting me."

Luigi finally looked at you, as if trying to read your mind.

"And? Would that really be a loss?"

His question caught you off guard. You already knew the answer.

"No," you admitted.

He nodded, satisfied.

"Then stop making things harder for yourself."

His voice was soft, calming. He wasn’t angry anymore, just… tired of seeing you force yourself.

You smiled slightly.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He leaned over his notebook and opened it again.

"Alright, are we studying, or are you ditching me again for some lame party?"

You shook your head, amused.

"No, I got the message."

He smirked, satisfied, and started explaining an exercise to you.

•••Noon, Cafeteria •••

You walked through the crowded cafeteria, tray in hand. In the distance, you saw your group of friends. You joined them, but quickly regretted it. Elena. She was talking about you.

"She won, didn’t she? She stole him from me."

You pressed your lips together at her sharp tone.

"Stole who?" one of her friends asked, intrigued.

"Luigi, obviously. She spends all her time with him now. Before, he would never have ignored me like this. Every time I try to talk to him, he always has an excuse. What a coincidence."

"Aren’t you exaggerating a bit? They’re just friends," another voice chimed in.

"Please. You can see how she acts around him. She plays the perfect girl, all mysterious and smart, when before, she didn’t care about clubs or any of that. All just to impress him."

You wanted to ignore it. Pretend you didn’t hear. But…

"What’s your problem, exactly?" you asked, exasperated.

She paled slightly before straightening up, feigning innocence.

"Oh, it’s not a problem. I was just making an observation. If you have a clear conscience, you don’t have to feel targeted."

You crossed your arms and gave her a sarcastic smile.

"A clear conscience? Elena, you talk like Luigi is some trophy we’re fighting over. He’s not. If you want him, go ahead! He’s all yours."

She opened her mouth, then closed it, searching for a comeback.

"And Stole? You never even bothered to talk to him."

Everyone was watching. You were the spectacle of the day. Luigi had heard everything but decided to step in only if things got physical.

Elena let out a nervous laugh, caught off guard. She never thought you’d stand up to her.

"You’re crazy. Ever since you joined that math club, you’ve changed so much. I’m disappointed. Right, girls?" She looked at her friends, but none of them said a word.

"Let me tell you something, Elena—no one likes you, they’re all just pretending. Maybe look at yourself before judging others," you said sharply.

"Without me, you’d be alone."

"I don’t give a damn."

You left the table and sat alone. But Luigi quickly joined you.

"Wow, what a show," he said, impressed.

••• Math Competition Day •••

The atmosphere was tense, but Luigi remained calm, hands in his pockets.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As much as I can be."

The competition started. You quickly solved the first problem, a complex algebra exercise. The second, a probability puzzle, took more thought, but you found the trick just in time. The third was the hardest. Luigi scribbled calculations while you searched for a simplification.

"Wait… we overcomplicated it. Look."

You rewrote the equation, and his eyes lit up.

"Brilliant. Let’s submit it."

A few minutes later, the results were announced.

"The winning university is… University of Pennsylvania!"

Cheers erupted. In the excitement, you jumped into Luigi’s arms. He froze for a second before smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist. Shivers ran down your spine, but you quickly snapped out of it. Luigi would never be interested in a girl. He was far too absorbed in his own life.

Later, after the excitement had faded and the crowd dispersed, you and Luigi found yourselves alone outside the auditorium. The night air was cool, the silence between you thick with unspoken words.

“You were incredible,” Luigi finally said, his voice soft but certain. “We made the right choice letting you join the club.”

You smiled, a little flustered. “Thanks, but I wouldn’t have gotten this far without your help.”

“No, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think you realize it—you’re so much more than what people assume about you.”

You hesitated, then admitted, “Honestly, I took inspiration from you. Every time I saw you in the halls, you always seemed so confident, so passionate about what you were doing.”

Luigi’s eyes widened, almost disbelieving. “Are you kidding? You were so radiant, so out of reach, I couldn’t even bring myself to meet your eyes.”

He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it—like he still couldn’t believe you were standing here with him now. The way he looked at you—half in awe, half in disbelief—made your heart pound.

“You really thought that?” you asked, tilting your head. “That you couldn’t even look at me?”

He let out a soft breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course. You were everything I wasn’t. Confident, popular, surrounded by people who adored you. Meanwhile, I—”

“You were the one who ignored me first,” you interrupted, stepping closer.

His eyes snapped to yours, surprise flickering across his face.

“You think I never noticed you, but I did,” you continued, voice quieter now. “I saw you in the library, buried in your notes. I saw you in class, always knowing the answer and always raising your hand. And every time I tried to say hi, you looked away.”

Luigi swallowed hard. “That wasn’t because I didn’t care.”

“Then why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because I cared too much.”

The confession sent a shiver down your heart.

“I liked you, Y/n. I still do.” His gaze flickered to the ground before meeting yours again, full of quiet longing. “But I always thought… someone like you would never—”

You didn’t let him finish.

With a surge of emotion, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He froze, his breath hitching.

“You’re wrong,” you murmured. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Luigi’s lips parted slightly, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. For a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for permission to believe this was real.

And then, hesitantly, shyly, he leaned in.

The first brush of his lips was featherlight, uncertain, but when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again—deeper this time, his hands trembling slightly where they rested against you. He tasted like warmth and hesitation, like someone who had been holding back for far too long.

Then you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath unsteady.

••• Party night •••

The bass from the party thumped through the walls, reverberating in Luigi’s chest as he stood awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room. A red solo cup dangled from his fingers, untouched, as he scanned the sea of bodies for you.

"Hey, nerd," you purred from behind him, and he turned to see you smirking, your eyes glittering under the strobe lights. You were dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, your hair cascading down your shoulders in perfect waves. You looked ethereal, like you belonged under a spotlight, not in this sweaty, dimly lit room.

"Hey," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as you stepped closer, your hand brushing his arm. "You okay? You look like you’re about to bolt."

"I’m fine," he lied, gripping his cup tighter. "Just… not really my scene, you know?"

Your smirk softened into a smile, and you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "I know," you murmured, your voice warm. "But you’re here with me, so it’s our scene. Just try to relax, okay? We’ll have fun."

He nodded, but his shoulders stayed tense, his eyes darting around the room like he was waiting for someone to call him out for not belonging. You sighed, your hand sliding down to his. "Come on," you said, tugging him toward the dance floor. "Dance with me."

"I don’t dance," he protested weakly, but you just laughed, pulling him closer until your bodies were almost touching.

"Everyone dances," you teased, your hips swaying to the beat. "Even you."

He tried, he really did, but his movements were stiff and awkward, and he could feel the eyes of the room on him. You noticed, squeezing his hand. "Forget them," you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. "It’s just you and me, okay?"

Luigi nodded, but the weight of the room was still too much. "Can we… can we leave?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

You hesitated, searching his eyes. "Are you sure? We just got here."

"I’m sure," he said, his voice firmer now. "I just… I can’t do this. Not tonight."

You studied him for a moment before nodding. "Okay," you said, your fingers slipping into his. "Let’s go."

The cool night air was a relief after the stifling heat of the party. You walked in silence back to his dorm, your hand warm in his, and he sighed. "I’m sorry," he said as you reached his door. "I didn’t mean to ruin your night."

"You didn’t ruin anything," you said, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "I just want you to be comfortable, okay? That’s all that matters to me."

He nodded, fumbling with his keys. The quiet of his dorm was a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You kicked off your heels, your movements graceful even in the dim light. "Better?" you asked softly.

"Better," he admitted, his shoulders finally relaxing. "Thanks for understanding."

"Always," you murmured, stepping closer until your bodies were almost touching. "You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right? I like you just the way you are."

Luigi’s breath hitched as you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "I know," he whispered, his eyes searching yours. "I just… sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for you. Like you deserve someone who can keep up with you."

Your gaze softened, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You’re more than enough," you whispered against them. "You’re everything, Luigi. Everything."

He exhaled, tension melting from his body as he kissed you back, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer. You sighed into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened it, your tongue brushing against his.

Luigi’s heart pounded as you pressed into him, your body warm and soft against his. He’d never felt like this before—like he was the center of someone’s world. Like he was enough.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress. "Help me with this?" you whispered.

His hands trembled as he reached for the fabric, his breath catching as he pulled it over your head. You stood before him in nothing but lace lingerie, your skin glowing in the moonlight.

"You’re beautiful," he breathed, his hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch.

You chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. "So are you," you murmured, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. "Now stop thinking so much and just feel, okay?"

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, guiding him back toward the bed. Your touch ignited something in him, something deep and unspoken, something he never wanted to let go of.

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, your tongue teasing his. You guided him back toward the bed, your hands roaming over his body as they moved, your touch igniting a fire in his veins.

When you reached the bed, you pushed him down gently, your hands sliding down his chest as you straddled him. “You’re okay?” You asked, your voice soft, and he nodded, his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m with you.”

You smiled, your hands sliding up to cup his face as you leaned down to kiss him again. “Good,” you murmured against his lips. “Because I’m not letting go of you anytime soon.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your hips grinding against his as you rocked her hips against his. Luigi moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. You leaned back, letting the fabric fall away, and he stared up at you, his breath catching in his throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he reached for your breasts.

You sighed as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Luigi,” you murmured, your hips rolling against his, the friction making him groan.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric to brush against his hardening length. “Can I?” You asked, your voice a whisper.

He nodded, his breath hitching as you pulled his pants down, freeing him.

As the night unfolded, his doubts faded, replaced by the warmth of your touch, the softness of your lips, and the quiet promise that, for once, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

#luigi my beloved #luigi mangione college #luigi mangione x yn #luigi mangione request #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione fanfiction

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acynicalsweetheart · 2 days ago

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CONTROL YOURSELF !

pairing: big brother curly's friend jimmy x curly's little sister reader

word count: 1.6k

dead dove do not eat: 18+, non-con/rape, anal, PAINAL, painal related blood, jimcurly sort of… he's pretending you're curly, one homophobic slur, implications of incest (mainly jim being green with envy but they r never confirmed to be true or not…)

author's note: set in 90s something like that so nevermind the radiohead ref… jimmy's in his early 20s here maybe idk up to u . inspired by an ask i got + kids ‘95! starts a little gay evolves into pretty damn gay.. any interaction/feedback appreciated as always!!

“Hey, Little Curly,” Jimmy walks into your room, shamelessly ogling your ass and bare thighs as you lay on your tummy on your bed. Drowning in your big brother’s shirt.

“I have a name, you know.” You tell him flatly.

“Yeah?” Jimmy says like he’s interested. “I don’t give a fuck, you know.” He ruffles your hair, purposely dishevelling your strands.

“Then why are you here?” You glare up at Jimmy for one second, returning your attention to your fugly Gameboy the other. Probably Curly’s as well.

“Why am I here? That’s a good question.” He stalks along your walls, picking up whatever items you’ve chosen as decorations only to place them in an entirely different spot. Smelling your perfumes. Gross. Girl smell. “I like virgins,” Jimmy says casually.

“Okay?”

Trailing back to your bed, Jimmy makes small talk. “I like it when they scream. Scream real loud. When their puss bleeds.” Like he doesn’t prefer assholes. Who doesn’t anyway? Tighter, no condom, no pregnancy… hurts like hell. Neat. He sits down on the edge of your fancy mattress with a creak.

You’re unbothered. Kids these days.

“That virgin smell.” Jimmy’s eyes are glued to the little pink patch of your panties showing. “So… clean, ya know? Fresh. Us guys, we can smell it.” He leans forward to take a whiff of your hair. Big brother’s shampoo. God damn, are you guys fucking or something?

…

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Curly?” He asks, ‘cause sex don’t count if it’s your family, do it?

You squirm away, squeaking high and loud like a mouse, “none of your business!”

“Come on, the real Curly never gives me this much trouble.” Jimmy tugs on your hair, pulling your head back with it till you’re saying ow, ow, ow. “See, he’s nice. You’re a bitch.”

“I’m telling him you said that.” A divot of anger forms between your brows as you look at Jimmy over your shoulder. Cute. Curly with a softer, younger face.

Jimmy hates it.

“Go ahead, I don’t care,” he says completely unbothered, flicks your forehead—hard. “Neither does Curly.”

With a roll of your eyes, you’re back to clicking away with your sticky little fingers on your toy.

“Bet he fucks you, huh?” He shoots your back profile a sleazy, knowing grin. Talking his shit is an art that Jimmy has mastered over the years.

“Who?” You question like you’re oh-so-clueless. Like you and Curly don’t fool around like lovers when nobody’s watching. Fucking deplorable.

Probably gonna pop out one of those malformed three-eyed and five-legged incest babies in a couple of years. Call it Wavy or some shit.

“You know who. Ya big brother.” He lifts up the edge of Curly’s shirt that you’re wearing. Probably 100% cotton. How he hates rich motherfuckers. Jimmy takes a nice look at your panties, comes to a conclusion: “I bet he eats your pussy.”

“Eww!” You swat his hands away, grimace at Jimmy—face contorted and wrinkled every which way. Like yesterday’s paper. Times Daily. Both equally as insufferable.

“Bet it tastes like butterscotch.”

“Curly! Your friend’s being a jerkwad again!” You yell out in the open, whiny little voice echoing throughout your room. Like he can hear you.

“Jerkwad?” Jimmy parrots with a scoff, “that’s the best you can do? Come on, baby. I’m a creep—“

“—And a weirdo.” You add factually.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps, Jimmy’s the only one who’s allowed to insult himself. Not to mention you fucking cut him off. Disrespectful little nutcunt you are. “God. Curly doesn’t talk this much.”

“Well, I’m not—“

Curly, no. You’re a pain in the ass. So for being a pain in the ass Jimmy’s gonna give you a little something-something. Something fitting. Well, might not fit if he’s being entirely honest.

Jimmy shoves your head down. All too easy. Your 3-fps game keeps running, making you die virtually. GAME OVER, flashes the screen in bold pixelated text.

“Hey!” You yell into the pillow, voice muffled by the plushness of it.

Keeping his hand on the back of your head, he lifts up the edge of your shirt again. Pulls down your stubborn panties. “Nice ass.”

Jimmy wonders if Curly’s ass looks like this. His is probably like, fucking hairy and shit. Being a man and all. Pink little hole. Gay-ass hole. Gay asshole. He needs to be inside before he fucking explodes.

“Stop it!” You kick your legs, moving your hands to try—and very much fail—to cover your pussy. And ass.

“Quiet.” He tells you sternly, not ‘cause he’s worried about your big brother hearing but ‘cause it pisses him off how girlish you sound even through the pillow. Unlike Curly. “Or I’ll… kill you. Yeah. I’ll kill you, y’hear that?” Poppin’ mad jazz like momma popped all those pills.

You freeze up. Like Medusa just shot you a nasty glare.

“I got a gun.” Says Jimmy, who legally cannot acquire a firearm. Who has, not much but three pennies and an expired Gatorade and a couple felonies to his name.

And a carnal need to fuck his best friend that is turning him rampantly violent. Rampantly homosexual by the looks of it.

Once you’re shut up real good, Jimmy quickly undoes his belt and zipper, pulling his jeans and underwear down only enough to get his dick out. Shit’s harder than a fucking rock, man. Slicks it with his spit and goes to town.

He hopes that it hurts.

You get these full-body twitches like you’re having a seizure when Jimmy’s tip prods at your tighter hole. He keeps pushing, squishing your face deep into the pillow and forcing his way inside.

Jimmy thinks you scream, but he can’t really tell. Probably can’t even breathe. You’re gripping your sheets so hard your nails break and your knuckles drain of their color. Shaking violently when he buries himself to the hilt with one lone thrust.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, relishing the way your asshole is very obviously struggling to fit Jimmy’s cock, “tighter than a mother—“ fucker. Fucker is what he was supposed to add before it turned into a pornstar moan.

God damn, this shit is turning him gay.

Immediately Jimmy starts fucking you the way you were born to be fucked, hips slamming into yours from behind. He pulls all the way out before thrusting all the in. “Holy shit.”

Your voice’s gone hoarse, letting out wheeze after wheeze into the pillow. Vocal chords just as busted as your hole.

A thin layer of blood’s coating Jimmy’s dick like the condom he probably should’ve worn. Wouldn’t want to catch AIDS.

(Jimmy would catch every virus and every disease for Curly a thousand times over if it meant having his own personal pocket-ass to fuck like this.)

“Look at your ass bouncin’ on me like that, Curls.” Jimmy tells you—Curly’s little sister who is face-down into a pillow and for all intents and purposes, cannot look at anything. Let alone your cheeks recoiling with every plunge as he absolutely destroys your ass.

Too bad.

“Best fucking ass I’ve ever fucked, Curly. Sucking me in like that, you want more, huh?”

You shake your head frantically.

“Tiny little sissy,” even though Curly’s about the size of two Jimmy’s, he leans down to lay on top of you, panting into your neck, “you’re not even fighting back.”

“Who woulda guessed you’d be a sucker for ol’ Jimmy’s cock?” Jimmy picks up his pace, skin slapping deafeningly loud as he fucks into you with the strength of fucking Zeus. “Knew you always wanted me back, Curly.”

“Mm, yeah. Shit.” He tightens his grip on your hair, jackhammering into you till your bed that your family probably paid an extra penny for to be silent, whines like it’s old and cheap. “Gonna make me cum.”

Has you kicking up a fuss again. Literally. Wellying your legs like you’re fucking running.

Legs. Curly’s legs. Those horse thighs. Ludicrously sexy and toned and athletic things. Could crush a fucking watermelon with ‘em. And Jimmy’s skull. Giant horse cock. Curly’s cock would be brushing up against the mattress, leaving a huge-ass stain from how deep Jimmy’s plowing his hole.

“You want to take my load deeeep in that hole, dontcha, Curly?” His balls slap against you, a strange stickiness clinging to them and turning the sounds oddly macaroni-like. Jimmy fucks you harder. “Hell yeah, you do. Boyslut. Watch.”

Freezing up again at the same time Jimmy does, your walls grip his dick so fucking hard it’s going to fall off and get stuck inside you forever.

Jimmy’s testies tighten up, groaning as he finally cums, shooting arrows of hot spunk into your ass. Hardest fucking orgasm of his life. Legit ascended to heaven for a second.

He stays like that for a while, falling slack on top of you, hoping he impregnates your rectal womb or whatever the hell. Dick softening, Jimmy pulls out with a sloppy pop! and watches his jizz and your blood drip down your gaping, thoroughly stretched hole to your pussy.

Oddly enough, your pussy’s slicked up with what is presumably your own cum. Fucking whore. Must run in the family. Gross puddle beneath you, coloring your sheets an entirely different shade.

You don’t even move anymore, shaking the slightest bit but not making an effort to do anything else.

Nearly keeling over when he stands up, Jimmy pulls up his jeans, buckling his belt back into place. Leans down to your level with a hand on the pillow next to your head, bracing himself.

“Faggot.” Jimmy whispers affectionately in your ear as you stay face-down—equipped with tits and pussy and… what else do women have that men don’t?

Dignity?

He gets up and shuts the door to your room to go play some Doom downstairs with the real Curly. Adjusting his dick and balls through his pants.

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247-diaperboy · 2 days ago

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The Change

“There’s no need to be upset, big guy. Accidents happen, that’s why you’re wearing diapers in the first place. I told you about this when you agreed to move in.” He said consoling the distressed boy, rubbing his back slowly in a circular motion. “Now let’s get you undressed and your diaper changed and you can go back to your PlayStation. How does that sound, eh?”

“Ok, Mark.” The youngster said as is overall were being unbuttoned.

“You want to try that again, big guy?” Mark asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sam said looking at the carpet.

“That’s better. Good boy.” He said gently pressing the boy on his shoulder, gesturing the boy to lie on the changing table.

Sam sometimes felt that he was having an out of body experience. What the hell was he doing? He’d seen the house before he moved in. He was shown the room he would be sleeping in. The crib, the plushies, the diapers.

“I know it sounds counterintuitive,” Mark explained “but boys are easier to look after if they’re kept in diapers. You don’t need to worry about anything. I promise I’ll take great care of you if you would like to stay here.” Mark smiled.

Sam thought the smile was genuine and there was no malice in anything Mark did: bathing him, dressing him, his favourite thing of late was after PJs on and cuddling up on the sofa watching a show or two before being tucked in, rails up, nightlight on. He just wished he thought through the fact that “diaper day and night” meant just that.

Diaper pried open exposing the boy’s hairless genitals to the cool air.

“My lord, someone’s made a blow out.” Sam turned crimson. There was no need to having a running commentary on the state of his diapers Sam thought.

Mark dutifully cleaned the boy throughly. He saw that Sam was staring at a fix point on the ceiling. Mark smiled to himself. They always do that.

“There we go, a nice clean thick diaper.” Mark announced.

He gently took the boy by his hands and tugged him as the boy sat up, the sound of crinkling plastic filled the air. Mark took one look at the boy, smiled and ran a finger down the length of his boy’s nose.

“You’re cute when you pout.” He said ruffling the boy’s hair “C’mon let’s get you back downstairs. He gestured to the boy to wrap his legs around his waist.

It was clear to Sam that he was going to be carried downstairs, he considered asking about whether his overalls were going back on but thought he would just be wasting his breath. Just a diapers and T-shirts was Sam’s default outfit it seemed.

Securely wrapped around the man, Mark took one hand patted Sam’s padded butt making a dull thud sound. He kissed the boy’s cheek and told him he was a good boy again.

Sam buried his head into the man neck. Sam liked the way Mark smelt, it was the reason he enjoyed cuddle time. “He smells so fucking… manly.” Sam thought. His pointed down dick throbbing against the thick padding. Yes, clean and manly. Musky, Sam thought although he was quite sure what a musky smell was. It was a stark contrast to himself which was now mainly smelt like baby shampoo and powder.

Downstairs in front of a paused game Sam unwrapped himself and was lowered gently. Mark wasn’t going to unhook the boy’s underarms until he was going to be firmly on his feet.

Sam returned to the floor sat cross legged and picked up the controller. A pacifier, a bottle of juice and Monty the Tiger by his side.

Mark sat on the corner sofa behind Sam, he idly picked up his phone and checked the time. It was getting late in the day and dinner doesn’t make itself.

He watched Sam play for a bit and eventually stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took one last look at his boy, hacking and slashing away.

It as only day three, still very much in the honeymoon period. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about wanting to wear his regular underwear, they always do, arguing that there a man and not a baby they always do that but that’s quickly resolved by a trip over his knee resulting in a dark red burning bottom and a boy crying, pleading to behave. Mark didn’t like doing but it’s important for his boy to know his place.

“I’m going to make dinner now, big guy. How does burgers sound?”

“Yeah daddy, that’s sounds fine.” He said not taking his attention away from the screen.

Mark beamed as he walked out. The first time Sam said that without prompting.

It was early days, but Mark was sure this time he’d found a keeper.

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drdemonprince · 19 hours ago

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middle class white folk are so weird. i always felt it's because their mental position as fellow capitalists/bourgeoisie doesn't line up with their actual position as working class, which produces immense amounts of anxiety and leads them to act in all sorts of fucked up manners, because actually addressing the source of that anxiety is inconceivable to them

so you get shit like them throwing a wobbler about wealth redistribution, because to them their stand mixer and detached suburban home are the same thing as a billionaire's assets, and vociferously supporting the police and prisons to keep the teeming, racialized masses from brutalizing them because they can't separate their anxiety-induced fever dreams from reality. same for returning land to indigenous sovereignty in the so-called US. so they flock to whatever populist/reactionary asshole that promises to keep the status quo, a process that reinforces itself whenever it inevitably turns out only the actual bourgeoisie profits and the anxiety gets even worse.

on a more personal level, instead of reconciling their own position with the material reality they just flutter around it in a miasma of anxiety, and anything that disturbs their false inner peace gets lashed out at. which is pretty obvious when to them being called a racist is worse than being a racist etc. like, i won't lie that it's a particularly easy process to reconcile benefiting from myriad exploitative structures, and the individualism that is rife in middle class people really works against them but that's a whole different can of worms, but at some point you have the choice to actual face the reality of it, or flee mentally. the former is uncomfortable but ultimately leads to a state where you won't be discombobulated by everything that reminds you of it and is the foundation of actual doing something. the latter only makes things worse.

so you get them going into anxiety spirals about not having cheap bananas of all things, or just not year-round. or that their ~favorite~ shitty chain coffee place is targeted by an actual boycot and still going there makes them uncomfortable because deep down they can't deal with the tension between what they know is right (supporting retail workers unionising) and their childish wants/conveniences.

ultimately, their unwillingness to do the hard work dooms them, and leads them to tediously spout shit like "it's easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism". they know they have a pretty lush position compared to the rest of the western world, let alone the global south etc. that bears the actual brunt of furnishing their little conveniences and really don't want to give that up. so any possible future they can conceive necessarily comes with the pre-condition that they retain that lush position, which strongly limits the possibilities to mostly "just more of the same". it's just "give me convenience or give me death" in a new, faux-enlightened coat of paint.

yeah, pretty much! the only change they can fathom is tantamount to the end of the world for them.

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urbaebarnes · 1 day ago

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unethical

summary: you hadn't figured your life after the breakup would be so weird, after all, who expects all the men they date to disppear?

bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: jesus christ how do i even tag this - kinda dark bucky (?), stalking, swearing, obsessive bucky, jealous bucky, nonuse of y/n, she/her pronouns used, thisnis weird af okay

okay so im pretty sure this came to me in some weird dream (a nine hour flight) and honestly this is fucked up and weird im slightly embarrassed but here we are. also sorry for being so inactive im honestly being slow af cause im in florida atm anyway ignore this monstrosity that was written on my notes app or not i guess ahh

word count: 2.3k words

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d had many interested men since your breakup.

You were a hot, single, 20-something year old who had every man and woman’s eyes on you. The only problem was that every single one of them seemed to disappear.

You weren’t saying it was a pattern that every man who showed the slightest interest in you seemed to quit his job and move or skip town in the dead of night, but granted, you were the common factor here.

Your breakup had been around 10 months ago, and your ex -James Barnes- had also seemingly disappeared since you’d said your final goodbyes and taken your stuff from the apartment. He’d always worked for long periods of time, which wasn’t an issue at the beginning of your relationship when you were clearly his priority, but after 6 years together, it was clear that this couldn’t go on.

Yes it was sad, and yes it felt selfish when you told him you wanted to end things, and yes, of course you missed him dearly, but your lives weren’t compatible and you couldn’t be the girl at home anymore. You were sick of bringing up excuses when you’d planned couple activities with your friends but he cancelled last minute because he volunteered to do a last minute mission.

You’d told Bucky you’d always be friends, that at the end if the day, you cared about him above pretty much everybody else, but as much as he nodded and muttered a yes, you hadn’t heard a single thing from him since.

When you’d been together, you and Bucky had shared an apartment in New York, but you’d moved away back to your childhood hometown since. Within a month, you’d happily settled in to your faniliar small town life, and there were plenty of familiar faces from school that were more than happy to see your return.

It started off with Bryan, a brunette that was heavily invested in Jurassic Park. He was funny and kind and would stutter over his words when you’d bump into him down the milk aisle. And even if he wasn’t quite Bucky, he plucked up the courage to ask you out 3 months after the end of Bucky and yours’ relationship, and you said yes.

Throughout the date, it became obvious that your shared interests ran thin, although you had promised that you’d rewatch his beloved dinosaur movies with him for a second date. You’d hugged him goodnight but couldn’t quite get the feeling of reluctance out of your chest.

By the next morning, you’d were slightly confused by Bryan’s lack of appearance down the milk aisle, but shrugged it off. It was your unofficial meeting place anyway. You messaged him that night, only to find that he’d blocked your number, and after a week, it seemed that he’d told his parents he decided to move out of state.

If being with somebody so heavily involved in spy work, you didn’t buy it for a second, but what could you do. Maybe he really did decide to move at 3am.

Next, a month after Bryan’s last sighting, came Richard. You’d known him in high school as a cocky arrogant arsehole, but he’d seemingly changed for the better as he sent you sweet smiles and flirty comments.

He’d just come out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for something very committed straight away, and thankfully, neither were you. So when he walked you home one night, he asked if you wanted to spend the day with him as something a little more than platonic, and why wouldn’t you?

The day was brilliant, filled with laughter and ice cream, and you didn’t mind the nagging in your heart this time as much because apparently you were both feeling it. He even got a kiss on the cheek by your door as you pressed a hand to his torso and pecked the side of his face.

That time, a second date was scheduled for two days later in the coffee shop down the street.

With Richard, you didn’t have his phone number or an unofficial meeting spot, just right person right time. Although, maybe you’d gotten the time wrong or he’d chosen the wrong person since you were promptly stood up.

You had bumped into him a few days later only to find him with a black eye. As you spotted each other across the street, he quickly scurried away before you could even tilt your head.

Then, there was Denis. He was a dickhead, there was no redemption ark or sweet story for him, he was just a dick, However, he was an attractive dick at that.

The two of you had spoken a maximum of three times but his hand had been resting on your thigh at the bar for a good hour. Your friends had created a night out with the sole purpose of getting you laid, after all, it’d been months and months since you’d last actually had sex, and Denis seemed like the perfect no strings attached opportunity.

All you needed was one night, just one to forget your troubles and the ache in your heart at the moment of even kissing a man who wasn’t your Bucky.

But the curse struck again as Denis went to the toilet and never actually returned. Your hopes sank further and further as you swilled your drink, glancing over to the restroom every few minutes until you left with the rest of your friend group.

The next morning, it was the talk of the town, Denis had quit his job- left for good. He didn’t have any family ties here, but his job had good pay especially for a man with so few qualifications. It was obscure and strange, but stranger things had happened.

However, you’d had it. Three potential suitors and every single mother fucking one of them just… left. So that was it, no more men. And maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready for a relationship, that even though you suggested the breakup, maybe you’d just wanted to have your Bucky back. Maybe he was the only one you could picture spending your life with.

Or less so the universe, and more Bucky.

It was shameful, and he knew that, he swore he did, but the very thought of you on your own terrified the living shit out of him. He had a duty to protect you, not just from the organisations that had threatened the ones he held dearest over and over again, but also anybody. Everybody. The world was dangerous and you were so helpless and selfless, you’d help anybody you could and that scared him beyond belief.

So maybe it was weird to buy a house in your hometown, maybe it was weird to make sure that nobody ever bothered you when walking home alone, and maybe it was weird to be insanely jealous of the glances you just gave out to anybody like free testers at the supermarket.

Yeah, it was a little weird. But Bucky Barnes had lost a lot in his life, and he couldn’t lose you to this world or the cruel people in it.

He could barely stand to be apart from you, but he knew he had to respect any of the boundaries he could, so he kept his distance, only there to observe, only interfering if it meant keeping you safe and happy.

At least, that was the plan until the man that you exchanged pleasantries with in the milk aisle seemed to want to exchange numbers too. That was too much, a step too far, it’d only been a few months, it was too quick and you were too perfect, too pure for just some guy.

So yeah, it was definitely weird when he sat across from the two of you in the restaurant, keeping his head low. But this guy seemed like a fucking idiot, and how could he protect you from any danger? How could he make you smile in the same way Bucky could?

He even managed to catch this dude trying to go in for a kiss, but you took it as a hug and wished him a goodnight in the same way you used to whisper sweet nothings to him as you both used to fall asleep, limbs tangled together.

Now what he did next was definitely weird and wrong and horrible, and he knew that, but there were far better people he’d pushed up against walls and threatened before, and this one, well this one was flirting with his girl, had the audacity to take her out.

It wouldn’t last anyway, he told himself. At the end of the day, your souls were surely bound together, intertwined by fate. Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to do anything selfish in years, but you were his, his selfish little delight, because you were his.

So, as he pushed the guy against the brick wall, taking him by his collar and making sure to push against the wall with enough force to convey the message, Bucky told himself it would all be okay because he loved you and you loved him, he knew it. He just needed time to prove it to you, and this guy- well he was in the way.

Fucking ‘Bryan’ didn’t even put up a fight. In fact, he’d only threatened the dude to stay away from you, not even telling him to leave town, he was that much of a coward. And you didn’t need a coward, somebody who wouldn’t go down without a fight. You needed somebody who would rather die for your love than give it up

After that, Bucky kept a close eye on you, but an even closer eye on everybody around town. The old women around town had declared you the town’s most eligible bachelorette, obsessing over your perfect features and perfect manners and just perfect you.

After a few long weeks, Bucky had been called back to New York by Fury. He’d pretty much told everybody to screw themselves and that he was taking a very long, very well needed a vacation and left before anybody had time to argue. But seemingly, they couldn’t spare him for long enough to come up with a fully prepared plan.

By the time he got back, Bucky could feel his blood boiling as he drove into town and spotted some weird shit holding his hands with his girl. The park looked perfect as a picture except for the fact that some stranger was swinging your intertwined arms back and forth, your cheeks a little dusted with pink.

Honestly, he leaves for a few days and by the time he’s back some slimy looking jock has slithered his way into your life.

So that night, he swears it’ll be the very last time that he does this, it’ll be the last time before he wins you back. He just needs a little more time, just a smidge.

Now this one, and he’ll give credit where it’s due, does put up a little fight. When Bucky corners him, grabs his shoulder a little tighter than necessary and warns him that nobody is allowed near his girl, and this motherfucker protests- well, Bucky can’t be faulted for the punches that get thrown. He shouldn’t be held responsible for the black eye he gets.

Look, maybe that one went a little far, but it’s fine! He got the message and now he knows to stay away from his perfect sweet girl.

After that, he puts every bit of work into preparing the perfect surprise for you. He’s got it all sorted out, candles in a field, your favourite food ordered in advance from your favourite restaurant, he was going to be perfect from now on and so was everything in your life.

In his downtime, when he knew you were safe from the big scary world, Bucky often found himself at the bar near the centre of town. The bartender was a guy named Lucas with long hair and a southern accent who didn’t ask questions about what a guy like him was doing in a small town out here, or why he always wore gloves even in the heatwave that was occurring.

But tonight, tonight it wasn’t a place to unwind or relax, tonight Bucky figured Lucas could see the steam coming out his ears as he watched some man’s hand rest on your thigh. Look, holding hands was one thing, but how dare he manhandle you like that, a grip so tight like he was a child gripping a stuffed toy.

He watched as he leaned in to your ear, whispering something that had your pretty lips curving into a smirk as you looked down, slightly flustered before getting up and strolling to the bathroom with unheard of confidence.

Bucky couldn’t hold back for any longer, he downed his drink, kissing his teeth before storming into the bathroom, pausing as he saw the guy smoothing over his hair in the mirror. He quickly put an end to his preening and yanked him outside through the backdoor. Maybe this threatening was a little extra, and sure maybe the knee in the groin was a little much, but every time the voice in the back of his head told him to stop, all he saw was his hand on your thigh.

Either way, he left and after that, the town’s most eligible bachelorette seemed to swear off dating. That was until Bucky pretended to bump into you one day, and surprised you with the candlelit dinner with flowy table cloths as the sun set and wept you right off your feet.

Yes, maybe some of the ways he went about getting you back were slightly unethical, but it’s not as though you’d ever find out. Either way, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time, he loved you far too much for that.

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