#what is with the watch being half covered all the time

[mageofmadness]

CALEB + YOUR UNDERWEAR

(1.5k) ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ nsfw [18+] includes: panty sniffing (truther), dirty talk, breeding kink, fem!reader, jerking off in the bathroom while home alone to mc's panties loser caleb we love you i am your #1 fan. mentions of crying during sex, just wet and messy and dirty, filthy fantasies. lots of pet names.

caleb who had innocent enough intentions to begin with.

sure, he’s aware of what you look like and what others think of you. the way others look at you. you’re smart. capable. small enough to wrap his arms around and squeeze if he wants to, as well as top of your division. the prettiest lips that get swollen and red when you bite them, and always quick with a comeback, and sharp on your feet.

caleb knows you better than he knows anyone. he also knows the way the boys at work look at you, and he is very familiar with the way the thought has been making his blood boil hotter and hotter with each passing day.

caleb who is folding laundry one night.

you’re working late and he’s trying to help where he can. dinner is already made and waiting in the kitchen, the dishes clean. he’s watching a show to pass the time and make the menial task of folding appealing. caleb makes it through two piles before he does a double take at what is in his hands.

he's folded your underwear probably thousands of times, yet right now, looking down at the red scrap of lace in his hand, caleb can't help but lick his lips. turning them over, holding them up. imagining the way they must hug your hips and the way they would round over the swell of your ass. the way they’d cling after being soaked through, hot to the touch, and how you might whimper or cry out if he were to pull them tight over your cunt. the way your pussy might twitch and drool if he were to spank you at the same time.

a thousand horrible thoughts cross his mind. not so innocent thoughts he's only allowed to think of when alone. when you're working late, away, and not at risk of peaking around the corner to catch him staring off into space, wondering what your cunt tastes like. what it would look like covered in his come. if you'd be loud for him, or if you'd blush like you only need to be broken in and whimper into the sheets until he does break you. until you’re putty in his hands and care.

caleb who can’t help himself but offer to do laundry again the following week.

a quick shout as you leave for work, “is your laundry together? i’m gonna do a load!” caleb finds your hamper later that day. unloading it into the washer, he’d recognize that color lace in death now, and certainly his dreams.

He lets the basket drop and pockets them, quickly starting the load and making sure the front door is bolted.

caleb who locks himself in the bathroom.

guilt making his hands shaky as he undoes his belt, shoving his jeans down just enough to get a hand around his cock. heating up and jumping in his hand as he imagines you coming home early, maybe you forgot something, or decided to save on lunch today. leaning over the sink, he can’t help but avoid his eyes as he looks down.

imagining your waist under him, your body bent in half and split open. a mess of bruises and bites on your thighs. a mess running between your legs, heavy with the weight of his cock inside of you. he’d make you look in the mirror, make you watch as he took you for the first time.

“can’t believe you’ve been saving all of this for me.”

“you know who you belong to, don't you? you were just scared. it’s okay, baby. shh. you’re doing so good, letting me open you up like this. that's it, relax for me."

"fuck, you're perfect. so perfect, sweet girl. i've got you, don't worry, m'not gonna hurt you, princess."

he would make you watch as your cheeks flush, as you began to shake from the ache of needing more. you're loud when you're mad. passionate. he loves it, and caleb wonders what it would take for you to cry, to break down and beg him for what only he can give you. for you to give in. you're so stubborn sometimes, but he sees the way you look at him. he knows you're his as he is yours.

caleb whimpers at his own touch. squeezing the base of his cock the way he imagines your tight cunt would when you’d squirm and try to get away, too overhwlemned and begging to come.

"You were being so good for me just a second ago, what happened? what's that, sweetheart? it's big? i know, fuck."

"you can take it, though. see? oh, you want a kiss, too? so greedy, I've spoiled you too much."

whining like always when something’s a bit too tough, caleb knows he’s a lot to take, he's not small. you are though, compared him, and the thought, while his cock is leaking all over your underwear is his hand, is driving him mad. his knuckles are white against the edge of the sink and his hips ache.

caleb fights until he can’t anymore, until the desire consumes him. spitting and letting it fall over the top of his cock, the messy glide of his bare hand is almost enough to sink fully into his fantasy. he brings your underwear to his nose, pressing the ruined lace against his face, his hips stuttering at the lingering taste. smell. his tongue is rough against the fabric, shoving it in his mouth.

caleb who comes and comes hard and fast. biting down on the fabric when he does, feeling it between his teeth and the taste of you on his tongue. letting himself really imagine for the first time what it would be like to fuck you. to have the trust to take care of you, to take you apart and remake you. it's all he's ever wanted, some days he swears he breathes to serve you and you alone.

“—being so good for me, fuck. you sound so sweet, sweetheart.”

“opening up and so wet, and you’re loud baby. you sound like a slut. only for my cock though, right? huh?”

the way caleb would do anything to get to come inside of you. something primal and outdated about the need to claim you, to be your one and only. to know the secret of how bad you want it and just how good you can take it. can give it.

"that's it baby, fuck back on it. shit, I wish you could see this. sweetheart, you're a mess. hear that? nod, baby. that's it. yeah, you want it harder? you're my messy girl?"

you'd nod, trying to speak but too fucked out to find the words. agreeing to anything as long as caleb doesn't stop the slamming of his hips against your ass, red and swollen from the way he can't stop grabbing it. spreading you open and watching where his cock disappears into your abused and swollen cunt.

“you wanna know why? why i'm gonna let you act like such a slut? because this pussy belongs to me. is that okay with you, baby? can this be just for me?”

"i'll treat her so good. kiss her every night, tell her how much I love her. how she's my favorite pussy, fuck. and you're my favorite girl, you know that?"

your whiny, needy cries every time he tries to pull out make him growl and he can’t help but fuck you harder. faster. far too gone to try and make this last longer, caleb is unsteady as he loses his mind and gets lost in the wet heat around his cock. his words soon turn pleading as he comes.

"please sweetheart, hng. ah—hah, fuck. need'a come, i-i need to come princess, please let me fill you up. please, baby."

"you want it? ah, fuck. i know you do, you wouldn't be making such a mess if you didn't."

"there you go, take it. fucking take it, sweetheart. all for you, you did so good. fuck. baby, so, so good f'me. i know, you're sensitive. it hurts? you want me to stop? no? i'm just making sure none of it's going to waste," caleb says as he slowly rocks his hips into you, listening to your ragged breathing try to even. feeling the way his come leaks back out, spilling down the sides of his cock. reaching a finger down, he moans as he runs a finger through the mess, pushing some of his come back in along side his softening cock.

"you begged me to fill you up and you know I give you everything you ask for, baby. be good, i just want to play with you for a little bit longer."

[woozinhos]

why do i think mingyu has a thing for size difference like have you seen his reaction when carat’s hands are smaller than his😦😦

Notes: wrote this little Drabble hope you enjoy 🤭

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Mingyu's back was pressed against the wall, his chest heaving as you knelt in front of him. Your small hands were wrapped around his thick cock, struggling to cover even half of it.

"Fuck, your hands are so tiny," he moaned, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and desire. "I can't believe they're actually holding me." You smirked and began to stroke him slowly, your fingers barely touching as you moved up and down his shaft.

"What's wrong, Mingyu?" you teased. "Can't handle a little size difference?" Mingyu let out a low growl, his hips bucking up into your touch. "It's not that," he said, his voice strained. "It's just... you look so small and delicate holding me like that. I feel like I could break you."

You chuckled and squeezed him gently, relishing in the way he gasped at the sensation. "I'm tougher than I look, you know," you replied, your thumb circling the head of his cock. "I can handle you just fine." Mingyu's head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut as you continued to work him over. "I don't doubt that," he said, his voice husky. "But it's still a sight to see. Your little hands trying so hard to take me all in."

You leaned forward and licked a stripe up his shaft, your tongue flicking over the tip. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you asked, looking up at him with a smirk. "You like feeling big and powerful." Mingyu nodded, his hands coming down to rest on your head. "I do," he admitted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I love the way you look up at me with those big eyes, struggling to please me."

He gently pushed your head down, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. "Come on, baby," he coaxed. "Show me how good you are at using those tiny hands and that little mouth of yours." You obeyed his command, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Your jaw stretched wide as you tried to accommodate his size, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Mingyu groaned in approval, his grip on your hair tightening. "That's it," he praised. "Just like that. You're doing so well for me." He started to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy for his pleasure. The feeling of being controlled and used by him was driving you wild, and you moaned around his cock.

Mingyu smirked down at you, noticing how much you were enjoying this. "Look at you, so eager to please," he teased. "Using your mouth and hands at the same time. You're a natural." He let go of your head, allowing you to set the pace again. You bobbed up and down, your hands working in tandem with your mouth as you stroked and squeezed his shaft.

Mingyu's moans grew louder, his breathing becoming ragged as he neared his climax once more. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You better be ready to take it all." You looked up at him with determination in your eyes, wanting to make him cum harder than ever before. You increased your speed, your hands and mouth working in perfect unison to bring him to the edge.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, his body tensing up again. "I'm gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours." With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu came undone. His hot seed spilled into your mouth, coating your tongue and throat as you struggled to swallow it all. You swallowed as much as you could, but some of it spilled out the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. Mingyu watched you with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving as he came down from his high.

"Such a messy girl," he teased, using his thumb to wipe the excess cum from your chin. "But you took it so well." He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "You're perfect," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely perfect."

[jimxnslight]

The Odd One Out

Summary: When BigHit faces financial struggles, the unthinkable happens: a girl is added to BTS. For the seven members, the change is unsettling, especially for Namjoon, who doubts her place among them. But for Y/N… it's a chance to finally be seen.

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: idol au

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I randomly got the urge to write but wasn’t really feeling any of my wips at the moment, so tell me why I opened a new doc and then 3 hours later this appeared? Like damn, I’m not used to this kind of motivation lmao

“This is a joke, right?”

A heavy silence followed Namjoon’s words, the band’s leader the only one with the guts to voice his mind. But really, someone had to point out how ridiculous the plan being proposed to them was. 

“Now I know it’s not very traditional-”

“It’s not breaking tradition that we’re concerned with,” he countered instantly, “it’s the fact that you’re proposing to bring a girl into the group.”

“I think we all just want to know where this is coming from,” Hoseok offered, inquisitive eyes traveling from Namjoon to their longtime friend and producer now sitting before them. 

Beomgyu sighed, taking in the small recording studio packed with the bright and young members of Bangtan. He had half a mind to call Sihyuk and give him hell for making him be the one to propose the solution they’d spent months coming up with. It was more than clear that the members weren’t on board with the plan, some outright rejecting it while others reluctant, which was a problem because only Beomgyu knew that they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. 

“Look,” Beomgyu raised his hands in surrender, not wanting this to fester into something dramatic, “I get it. The thought of someone being added into the group this late is a bit wild, especially that someone being a girl, but that’s exactly why we’re doing it.”

“So it’s a move for attention?” Yoongi commented, unimpressed. A single brow disappeared behind his light grey hair as he leaned back into the small sofa, arms crossing over his chest. Beomgyu could only purse his lips.

“The company’s been facing a lot of financial issues, especially ever since the girl group prior to your debut disbanded. They had hoped that perhaps your last album could have done well enough to keep us afloat until your popularity increases, but even I knew that was a long shot.”

“Then we’ll make a better album,” Namjoon said, determination making his voice firm, but Beomgyu shook his head.

“You guys don’t get it, do you?” 

The boys all gave Beomgyu a curious look, heads tilting and murmurs rippling amongst themselves. Beomgyu watched them all, feeling sympathy for the boys that deserved so much better.

“The Big Three companies have been buying up slots in awards shows and TV programs. They’ve been booking interviews everywhere - anywhere they can get their hands on. There are no places for us to market your group, nothing we can buy up because BigHit has no money. We’re lucky enough that the sales you guys make cover the production costs and some debts, which is way more than what we anticipated.”

He leaned forward in his chair, fidgeting with a stray pen, “you guys have made so many songs that should have been absolute hits, but they never did. Why? Because they can’t gain that kind of trajectory in a company so small. The only realistic thing to expect is to gradually gain popularity - but that takes time. Time we don’t have considering the fact that BigHit is sinking.”

The room was silent, everyone processing the weight of the situation. It made sense, as much as the boys hated to admit it, they were tired of putting all their blood, sweat, and tears into making their albums, only for them to gain minimal traction. They tended to put the blame on themselves most of the time, feeling as though they weren’t good enough, but Beomgyu knew the truth. Had they been in a bigger company, their songs would have been sellouts.  

“Come on, talk to me. You guys are my friends first, and I don’t want you to feel like we’re forcing a horrible decision on you,” Beomgyu begged, especially taking note of how quiet the younger members had been this entire time. 

He was relieved when Jimin sat forward on the couch, running a hand through his black hair slowly, “it’s just… this is weird. Not only for us, but what about the girl too? I can’t imagine she would feel comfortable being in a group with seven guys.”

“And doesn’t this decision seem a bit… permanent? Why not do something more temporary?” Yoongi piped in. 

Taehyung laughed, shaking his light brown hair, “what? Like dating rumours?”

Seokjin grimaced, as though the idea left a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Things like this tend to get a bigger reaction when the consequences are more permanent, or at least that’s what I was told,” Beomgyu offered. He was only a producer after all, most of the hard work had been done by the management. 

“And to answer Jimin’s question… well, the girl has already signed the contract, so she must be fine with it.”

That had all the boys’ heads snapping to Beomgyu.

“She’s already been picked out?” Jungkook asked, doe eyes wide in surprise. They widened even more when Beomgyu nodded, causing a frenzy amongst the boys. 

“You wanna meet her?” He asked with a relieved smile, glad to be out of the danger zone. 

Taehyung was the first to jump from his place on the couch, his leg accidentally bumping into Jungkook who had been sitting on the floor at his feet. He mumbled something in annoyance as his dark brown hair was pushed into his eyes.

“Okay, hold on.” Beomgyu’s words made the boys pause, “technically you’re not supposed to meet her until next week, but she told me she’ll be in the studio to record something for your next album today so I don’t think it’ll hurt to pay her a small visit.”

“You’ve met her already?” Hoseok asked, his tone slightly surprised. So much seemed to have changed in the span of 20 minutes. 

Beomgyu nodded, ushering everyone out of the recording studio to begin their journey to the one down the hall. Taehyung was right behind him, a boxy grin gracing his features. 

“So if you’ve met her, what’s she like?”

He seemed to have been the only one excited by the odd plan from the start, much less skeptical compared to his bandmates. But then again, Beomgyu wasn’t surprised. Taehyung seemed to have a natural liking for anything unusual. 

The other boys didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm, but he could see the hints of curiosity in their gazes. Even Namjoon trudged behind everyone reluctantly, though notably still skeptical of the plan. 

Once they had reached the door, Beomgyu knocked on it twice and then turned around to give them a look. 

“Regardless of your feelings towards this situation, let’s not try to overwhelm her, alright?” He said, his gaze then straying to Taehyung, “she’s a nice girl and she doesn’t deserve to be treated badly.”

Beomgyu didn’t actually believe any of the boys would be rude, he knew them better than that. He just hoped they also understood how nerve-wracking this would be for you, because he hadn’t lied, you really were a nice girl. 

The door behind him opened to reveal another producer.

“Alright then, let’s meet your new member.”

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“God, you have no idea how much I’m enjoying this right now.”

Your head tilted in question at the comment, hands coming up to steady the headphones encasing your ears. This was probably your third hour in the recording booth, Hyowon seeming to want to make sure your voice didn’t work before he let you off.

“You enjoy getting rid of my voice?” You asked with an amused smile, the comment making him shake his head with a laugh.

“No, no, that’s not it, I swear. It’s just your vocals,” he explained, “I’m sure you already know we don’t get a lot of high notes around here - I mean don’t get me wrong, Jimin and Seokjin do an incredible job, but there’s nothing like a female high note.”

“I’m assuming you’re a fan of high notes?” You asked, almost bursting into laughter when he nodded instantly. 

“You should ask the guys, they’re sick of me telling them to sing one every two minutes- oh my god,” he exclaimed suddenly, a thought evidently coming to him, “please tell me you can do a whistle.”

You chuckled shyly, a bit embarrassed by your answer, “my vocal coach doesn’t want me to do it much until I get the proper technique down, but I’ve done it a few times.”

“Oh, Y/N. You’re gonna get so sick of me.”

You laughed, beginning to take a liking to Hyowon. It was nice to know there would be at least one person so easygoing and friendly in this company. It was going to make these next few months a lot easier if the other members decided they didn’t like you.

You knew technically it didn’t matter, but that thought had been playing around in your mind a lot lately. The entire situation was weird, even you had to admit, but the moment BigHit had given you a call and proposed the idea, you knew you’d have to be crazy to turn something like this down, especially considering how difficult it’s been trying to stay afloat as a solo artist from a small company.

Unlike what the company had in mind, however, you weren’t planning on staying in BTS forever. Your plan was to just join the group for about a year, ensure your name got out there while you and BTS grew in popularity, and then announce your disbandment from the group with a heartfelt goodbye. Rest assured if any of the guys weren’t a fan of your presence, they would only have to hold out for a few months.

Still, the people pleaser in you was hoping they didn’t hate you immediately. 

“Okay, I think that just about wraps up-”

A knock suddenly sounded from the recording studio’s door, causing the two of you to eye it curiously. 

“I thought there was still 20 minutes left until my fried chicken came, it must have come early…” Hyowon muttered, getting up from his seat to get to the door. 

You slid the headphones off your head with a relieved sigh, satisfied with the work you put in today, though your mind was already racing with ways to improve for next time. You let them whirl as you strolled out of the recording booth and gently placed the headphones back on the table. But when you turned around, you were surprised to find a number of other men in the room.

Not just any men too, but your soon-to-be bandmates. 

And all their eyes were trained on you, making your own widen. 

You’d technically seen them all in photos from the research you’d conducted after BigHit’s call, but those didn’t seem to do them justice at all. They didn’t capture the tender look in Yoongi’s eyes, or the pretty accents in Hoseok’s features. Jin, who you had already thought looked straight out of a k-drama, somehow looked even better in real life, while Namjoon’s aura seemed to exude the feel of a leader. Even though the rest were sort of hidden behind the older members, you could tell they were all attractive; it was so intimidating.

Before you could say anything - or sprint out the door like you really wanted to do right now - you caught sight of Beomgyu in the lineup of men, a friendly smile gracing his lips as he made his way to your side. 

“Hey guys,” he greeted, clapping Hyowon on the back before placing a more gentle hand on your shoulder. It was difficult to meet his eyes when your gaze kept flickering wearily to the boys surrounding you, “we thought it would be nice to drop by and see how the recording was going.”

Hyowon leaned a casual arm on Beomgyu’s shoulder, a testament to their evolved friendship over the years.

“It’s going very well,” he answered, excitement radiating off him in waves, “the high notes in your next album are going to be incredible.”

A series of groans rose from a few of the boys, only two of the seven harbouring amused smirks. It took a moment for you to place their names: Jin and Jimin, Bangtan’s main visual and lead vocalist. 

The latter accidently caught your gaze, black hair and sharp jawline giving him an almost charismatic intensity. But before you could quickly look away, his face broke into a warm smile, soothing a few of your nerves instantly. 

At least one of them didn’t seem to hate you. 

“Well, then…” Beomgyu began, catching everyone’s attention, “Hyowon and I have a couple things we need to work on, so… um, we’ll be right here if you need us?”

Hyowon snickered at the awkwardness before Beomgyu grabbed his shirt and dragged him to the computer across the room, which of course wasn’t that far with how small the studio was. You still missed the comfort of his hand on your shoulder, now feeling very alone while facing people that may potentially hate your existence. 

Still, you had to make at least some effort, right?

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you offered, voice smaller than you meant for it to be. 

A series of greetings sounded from them, some softening at your tone, while others were unmoved. It was difficult to gauge their general feelings on your presence, which only seemed to make you more nervous. 

Taehyung broke off from the group to stand closer, a boxy smile aimed right at you. You tried not to, but even you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling his almost perfectly structured face and the tousled hair that fell so effortlessly across his forehead when he moved.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly at his excitement. If you hadn’t been so timid, you might have noticed his lingering gaze on your features, “this is all so cool, isn’t it?”

You’d never really thought about it like that, your views on the situation being controlled entirely by your nerves up until now. But when he put it that way… you supposed he was right, it was kind of cool. 

“I guess so,” you admitted, slowly warming up to the idea. 

“I mean, seriously, this is so crazy!” He continued on, facing the other members,“it’s not everyday a group gets a new member three years in - and that too a girl! This is kinda uncharted territory, you know?”

“That’s what makes it a bit scary,” you admitted with a chuckle. You noticed Jimin’s eyes soften at your words and his lips part to say something, but before he could, Jungkook piped up from behind Seokjin’s broad shoulders.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/L/N Y/N, would you?” He asked, his tone almost as shy as yours. You honestly hadn’t even realised he was there, but now that you had, you took in his doe eyes and ruffled dark brown hair. He kept having to push the silky locks out of his eyes, a motion you found insanely distracting. 

You nodded mindlessly, distantly surprised that he knew your last name without offering it. 

“Oh. Cool,” he nodded. Then he noticed your questioning look and quickly rushed to explain, “I think I’ve, um, heard your name somewhere.”

Seokjin’s gaze narrowed as he looked back at the younger boy, “hey, wait. Isn’t that the artist Jungkook listens to like all the time-?”

“So what’s your position?” Jungkook interrupted quickly, a bright shade of pink engulfing the sides of his neck. 

You blinked at Jungkook’s sudden change of topic, though you didn’t miss the slight panic in his expression. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, slightly amused by his reaction. Seokjin’s comment had not gone unnoticed by you; the fact that Jungkook liked your music was a comforting thought. 

“Vocalist,” you replied, deciding not to tease him over it, which elicited a look of relief on Jungkook’s face, “though Hyowon has said I’ll be doing so much harmonisation work with Seokjin and Jimin that it might as well be my actual position.”

Seokjin chuckled quietly, his plump lips spreading into a charming smile, though his gaze didn’t meet yours. In fact, you started to notice that he was keeping his gaze strictly on the other members even as you spoke. 

“Good, it’ll finally get him off our backs,” Yoongi muttered, revealing a much more laid back personality instead of the cold persona he seemed to emit on camera, “I’m a rapper and that man still tries to get me to put in a couple high notes.”

Hyowon turned from the mixing desk to face the group with an evidently offended huff, reminding you of the producers’ presence. 

“You all complain now, but just wait until you hear the final product. You’ll be thanking me.”

“Sure,” Yoongi deadpanned, turning to you once again, “can you rap?”

You tilted your head in thought. 

“I think I can hold my own if I had to, though it’s not really my style.”

“That’s fine, you’re one of us vocalists,” Taehyung waved his hand around dramatically, throwing a possessive arm around your shoulder as he eyed Yoongi, “no one wants to be one of the rappers anyway.”

“Weren’t you just yesterday begging Namjoon to let you on Cypher?” Jimin raised a brow.

“No.”

“Do you dance, Y/N?” Hoseok asked, interrupting the ridiculous conversation before it turned into a fight, though the way he leaned forward made it clear he was very interested in your answer. 

That question had you nervously rocking against your heels, a hesitant breath escaping your lips before you replied, “definitely not as good as you guys, but I’m ready to put in a ton of work to get better, I swear.”

Unlike the look of displeasure you expected, Hoseok nodded in your direction with a satisfied smile. It was a relief that he was willing to at least give you a chance before jumping to disdain. His gaze lingered as he scanned you from head to toe, assessing your potential with intensity.

“Hard work is a must,” Namjoon emphasised, the first time he’d spoken since walking into the room. Even though no one had been speaking, it felt as though a hush had washed over the group, a testament to the weight of his words as a leader. You’d been noticing Namjoon staring at you from the beginning, the look not exactly scorn, but not very inviting either. It made you squirm in your spot, doubt creeping into your thoughts, “being a soloist is pretty different from being in a group, which means you’ll have to put in a lot of hard work - it’s not going to be easy.”

You straightened, feeling as though you were being tested, “I understand completely. I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready to put in the work. You don’t have to worry about me being a drain.”

Namjoon’s hard gaze flickered before he regarded you for a moment, no indication as to whether you had passed his mini “test” or not, “alright.”

A soft hand squeezed your shoulder gently, belonging to none other than Jimin. The proximity of his warm eyes made your face heat, something Jimin seemed to notice. His smile became teasing, “don’t say that, no one here thinks that you’re a drain. I think you’re going to do great. And if you have any questions don’t hesitate to-”

“I have a question actually,” Namjoon’s voice sounded once again, gaze still trained on you. You couldn’t help but feel a wave of tension run through you every time he spoke, “I’m curious to know why you agreed to this whole thing.”

You pursed your lips, not entirely sure how to reply. On one hand, you didn’t mind telling them about your plan, in fact, you bet they’d be relieved to hear it. But on the other hand, you were slightly afraid that they might think you were using them - which technically speaking you were, but also technically speaking they were using you too. It was an odd predicament.

“My solo career wasn’t doing as well as I had wished it would - plus, the excitement of something new mostly,” you offered. Only half the truth, but just enough to relieve you of your guilty conscience. 

“Well, the contract’s been signed and you’re here now, so you’re one of us,” Taehyung exclaimed, and you couldn’t help but be grateful for how welcoming he’d been since the start. Not that the others haven’t, Jimin’s presence had been like a warm blanket while Jungkook’s secret admiration had been an honour. And you completely understood everyone else’s hesitation, you’d be weirded out too if someone was randomly added to your group three years later. Still, the warm welcomes had made you insanely grateful. 

Taehyung steered you towards the door of the studio, “and what better way to celebrate than to eat some steaming barbeque and noodles.”

“Oh oka-” You barely had time to answer before you were being steered out the door by an enthusiastic Taehyung, the rest shrugging before following behind with casual chatter and mumbles. Soon the studio was empty, no one but Namjoon, Beomgyu, and Hyowon left. 

Namjoon stood with his hands crossed over his chest, gaze fixed on the door when he spoke.

“The contract’s already signed, huh?” he repeated, gaze shifting to the other two men in the room, “and what if we had said no?”

“Namjoon,” Beomgyu pleaded, his face falling, “please don’t make this harder than it has to be…”

Namjoon’s gaze softened, realising that he was directing his anger onto the wrong people, “sorry. I know this isn’t on you, man.”

“Come on, Joon,” Hyowon said, feeling bad for his friend, “she seems nice, and she’s got an incredible voice. You may not like the situation, but at least she’ll be a good addition to the group, no?”

Namjoon’s gaze strayed back to the open door, letting his thoughts whirl around in his head. He didn’t want to voice them out loud because, technically speaking, he didn’t really have any tangible evidence that went against what Hyowon was saying yet.

He uncrossed his arms with a sigh.  

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

[lomlhwa]

body rhythm (c.sb)

pairing: bff!soobin x bff!reader

preview: embarrassingly, soobin is still a virgin. you're so shocked by this information that you offer to fuck him without thinking.

tags/warnings: fem reader, soobin has a monster cock and no idea how to use it :(, kissing, riding, accidental l-bomb from soobin, he's very cautious, obvious dom/sub dynamics but it's nothing crazy, corruption kink, lots of praise, reassurance, pet names (baby, sweetheart), marking, protection is mentioned but not used (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.7k

song rec for this fic: body rhythm by shinee

a/n: baby soobin :(((

loud knocking at your door signified that your awaited guest had finally arrived. you open your door to find soobin, as smile-y as ever, standing there. you usher him in, closing the door behind him. “i’m assuming you have nothing planned for today?” he says, glancing at you. you nod, smoothing out your shorts. with that, soobin collapses onto your couch.

lounging around with soobin has never been a foreign activity. you’d been close for god knows how long. relaxing in your living room, your legs thrown over his lap, you talk about nothing and everything. the tv plays some awful rom-com in the background, just to fill the air. your eyes dart back and forth between each other and the tv, half-assing keeping up with the plot.

soobin runs his fingers over your bare knees, drawing circles over your skin as he speaks softly to you. your eyes trail back to the tv to find the main couple having an intimate conversation. nothing shocking for you. you watch for a moment, trying to understand the scenario. then, suddenly, their hands are all over each other and they’re losing clothes at the speed of light.

“this is so unrealistic. never strip a girl that fast, it’s such a turn off. right, soobin?” you turn to receive a gesture of agreement and instead find him sporting bright red blush across his face. his hands had long left your legs and his eyes were glued to the floor. a small pout sat cutely on his face as he avoided your gaze.

“soobin?” the way he shifts in his seat has realization washing over you. “are you a-” soobin rushes to cover your mouth with his hand. “don’t say it out loud!” you giggle at how silly he’s being about this. you lick his palm so he takes his hand away, his face contorting in disgust before wiping his hand. “it’s nothing to be ashamed about. lots of people our age are inexperienced.” he shakes his head, fighting a pout. 

you shake your head before looking at him again. “i mean, we could fuck.” your entire body heats up as the words leave your mouth. your eyes widen as they meet soobin’s in a frenzied gaze. “i-i mean, uhm, w-we could uh-” soobin cuts you off by shoving you backwards onto the couch and hovers over you.”do you mean it?” you gulp before nodding hesitantly. “i-i wouldn’t mind being your first time. i think i have adequate experience.” 

soobin crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you with such intensity that you freeze under him. it takes a moment for your body to catch up, you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. you tug him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist. your hips gain a mind of their own, grinding your hot core against his growing erection. 

“y/n…” he whispers against your lips. you hum in response, continuing to kiss him without a care in the world. “can we switch? i don’t know what i’m doing and i think it might work better if you’re… on top.” you pull away and nod, pushing on his chest gently. he releases you from the cage he created with his arms and lays back the other way. you climb your way over him, your knees resting on either side of his hips. 

sitting on him like this has you feeling more of his cock. you can tell it’s big, even through his sweats. the wetness between your legs grows, thinking about how it could be possible soobin is a virgin. you trace your fingers over his collarbone and he shivers under you. “you have absolutely zero experience, soobin?” he nods, gulping hard. “a girl’s never even seen your cock?” you press more information out of him, and he nods again.

you roll your hips down on him, his eyes crossing momentarily. a smirk spreads over your face, realizing just how sensitive he is. you continue to roll your hips, leaning down to connect open-mouthed kisses to soobin’s neck and collarbone. you lick and suck on his skin, leaving purple and blue marks in your wake. you drag your fingers under his shirt, dragging it upwards. “sit up.” he sits up carefully and you pull his shirt off him in one swift motion. 

you had seen soobin shirtless on many occasions, but this felt different. being at the beach and seeing him bask in the sunlight was one thing. watching his abs flex as your hips move on their own has you trembling. “you’re so pretty, soobin.” you run your hands over his chest and down to his hips. his hips buck up against yours at the compliment. “do you like being complimented?” soobin runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his breath hitching. “yes. no one really compliments me, so it’s really doing something to me.” he writhes around when you stop moving your hips.

“can you…” soobin trails off, clearly wanting something from you. “what is it, baby?” he runs his hand through his hair nervously. “can you take your shirt off? i feel too exposed like this.” he crosses his arms over his chest to cover himself. you’re quick to shed your pyjama shirt, throwing it into a pile with soobin’s shirt. he quickly draws his hands to your sides, caressing your skin. 

you climb off soobin and slide your shorts down your legs, discarding them. you now stand before him in a baby pink bra and white panties. soobin’s eyes trace your body, taking in your appearance. “do you want me to take everything off?” his eyes widen, blush taking over his face, and even spreading to his ears. a nod escapes him and you smile. “take your sweatpants off, then. and your boxers. we’re in this together. if i’m naked, so are you.” soobin audibly takes a deep breath before moving to strip himself. 

you lose the last layer of your clothes, the pile filling up. “wait! close your eyes!” soobin cries out, and you’re quick to put your hands over your eyes. “why, what’s wrong?” you hear soobin sigh and then some shuffling around. you assume he’s just squirming. “sorry, i got nervous. i’ve never been completely unclothed in front of someone before.” you smile, whether he can see it or not. “sweetheart, we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.” soobin fiddles with his hands on his stomach before gulping down the lump in his throat. 

“it’s okay, you can open your eyes.” slowly, you peel your hands away from your face. your eyes are met with one of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen. soobin’s face is flushed bright red. his arms rest on each side of his torso, his fingers toying with the fabric of the couch. his chest heaves, his soft abs contracting with each breath. the muscles in his thighs tense as your eyes reach past his hips. his cock stands tall, red and leaking. a whimper leaves his throat as your eyes roam his body. “y/nnn,” he whines. you shake your head, breaking free from your trance.

you return to the couch, climbing over him. you sit yourself on his pelvis, nothing touching yet. “soobin. do you still want this?” despite being completely naked on top of him, you want to make sure. “yes, please.”  you’re surprised by his immediate verbal confirmation, but it also turns you on immensely. “condom?” he shakes his head desperately. with that, you lift your hips to align yourself with his cock. you reach down, gripping the base. “zero prep might make this difficult for me, but don’t worry about it. this isn’t my first rodeo.” 

slowly, you sink all the way down until your ass is flush with his thighs. he shivers under you, his hands resting gently on your knees. “are y-you okay?” he asks, swallowing hard. you nod, fighting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head. you begin to bounce very steadily, trying to adjust. soobin bites his bottom lip, watching the way his cock disappears into you. 

you set a steady pace, moving up and down to the best of your abilities. your legs grow tired eventually. soobin can tell. your knees give out and you lose momentum. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you down to press your chest to his. he presses the heels of his feet into the couch cushion before speaking;  “i love how soft you’re being with me, but i need you bad.” thrusting his hips up, he pistons his hips into you with such vigor that you can’t help but cry out. “is this okay?” he asks. a little late for that question but you nod nonetheless.

he keeps you pressed against him, stroking your hair and panting into your ear. “fuck soobin, you’re doing so well.” you press kisses to his cheek and jawline. your knees tighten around his hips, digging bone against bone. “are you sure?” he asks, sounding very unsure. you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. “mmf, just cause you sound like you’re in pain,” he continues. “no, no. i’m so fucking close.” this sends a new fire through soobin, chasing your release. 

your hand falls away from his mouth and he speaks immediately. “please cum for me, baby. please cum around my cock.” soobin’s voice is so whiny and desperate it sends you shooting towards the edge. “yes, yes, fuck yes soobin! right there, god.” his arms tighten around you, his own orgasm racing towards him. “that’s it. that’s my girl.” you clench around him so hard you’re worried you’re cutting off his blood flow. your orgasm crashes over you at the same time soobin’s hits him. his hips slow to a halt, pumping his cum further into you. “i love you.” he whispers before throwing his arm over his eyes.

“huh?” you respond, worried you had misheard him. soobin’s eyes widen and he immediately opens his mouth to apologize. “i love you too. don’t apologize for saying it. i’m just upset you said it before me.” 

soobin chuckles, smiling brightly. “round two?”

© lomlhwa 2025

[omkookie]

{ SIN LV.4 } One fleeting romance is perfect. So, how about two? Or three? You can have as many as you want! Indulge in each other's bodies for as long as you crave with the king of Gluttony! Feed your lust mark what it craves, live the night out shamelessly and add whoever else you desire to your fun party!

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Femdom, Voyeurism, PIV, creampie, Oral, slapping, leglocking, face fucking, MC wants a gangbang but starts with a threesome.

Fleeting.

That’s probably the only accurate way to describe your short-lived romance with Beelzebub. Somehow every time you unexpectedly met him it ended in a fling- if you can even call flings “Romance” these days. Hands down, clothes off, you ended up naked in either his or your bed with your limbs entangled.

Beelzebub was insatiable, he had absolutely no breaks. He always kept going on, and on, and on, taking what he wanted from you and giving you back equally as much. He wanted to freak with you all the time, It didn’t matter if you were under him or he was under you.

Fast forward to present time, he’s fucking you raw again until your back hurts. His big tanned hands grip your hips, fingernails softly digging into your skin as he pulls you up and slides you back down his hard cock.

Being in Hades with Beelzebub was one thing,

Fucking in Leviathan’s bedroom was another.

This was something which would probably get you killed, but to be quite frank you don’t really care about that bastard with deer antlers for horns. Leviathan be damned! He pissed you off enough to make you fuck Beelzebub on his bed.

“What do you think?” Beel rasps out, his warm breath hitting your ear as he rolls his hips into yours, his cock bumping against your cervix. “Levi’s room is quite nice isn’t it? It’s cozy and quiet, like a room for cats.” He chuckles, a small rumble escaping his chest.

“He’ll be so pissed if he catches us, Orrrrr... if he finds out later.” You tell him before reaching down to tug on his pierced nipples, pulling the light metal softly. Beelzebub shuddered, his body growing hot under your touch as you pulled his piercings. A sweet shiver ran down his back, earning you a harder thrust than he intended.

“Fuck–” Moaning, a small curse escaped your lips as his cock hit your cervix again, making your back arch. The tip of his cock left a tingling sensation, and you’re sure that if you didn’t scold him about it now he’d take away your ability to walk.

“Damn it, Beel. don’t hit so deep.” Huffing out, you send him a warning look before pinching one of his pierced nipples.

“Mm..” He sighs, his half-lidded eyes merely glancing at you as he gives you a droopy smile, “That would make you moan even louder” He points out, quickly adding “And that would make you soak Levi’s sheets more”

The last part of his sentence was mischievous, and he grinned widely. The “VI VI VI” engraved in his eyes glimmered as he pulled out of you and pushed you onto the bed. Pinning you down, he got on top of you and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“We can do it like this instead of against the wall~”

Interlocking his fingers with yours, he held your hands above your head as he plowed into you at a rapid pace. This fucking man was everything from your dirtiest dreams- Sexy, Passionate, and romantic in a way. Leviathan’s sheets be damned, The soft covers under you will be soaked after you and Beelzebub are done.

While you're busying yourself with Beelzebub, Someone else's breath hitched in his throat. Hidden in the room, and as invisible as a Ghost, Foras’ heart skipped a beat as he watched you hold hands with Beelzebub. The whole display was erotic and sensual, He couldn’t stop himself from sneaking a hand into his pants to rub one out as he watched you and Abyssos’ king.

Beelzebub paid no mind to the invisible presence of Leviathan’s right hand devil. He continued to fuck you passionately and hold your hand, occasionally giving you a kiss in-between switching positions. He was doing what you wanted to do, so why would he stop and kick Foras out? It’s a great way to show him that you belong to him and Abyssos anyway.

“Urgh…nnn ... Beel go faster” You ordered him, probably knowing that Foras was watching you too, but not caring too much about it. You were about to reach your climax, so it didn’t matter if a devil who has already watched you have sex with others saw you hooking up with Beelzebub.

“Faster…huh” Beelzebub chuckled, obeying your order as he picked up the pace and rocked into you quicker. His hips slammed against yours, cock pumping in and out of you as he pressed your knees to your chest. He held your legs gently, almost like a boyfriend would while he catered to whatever you wished for and rearranged your insides.

Letting go of your hand, he presses down lightly on your abdomen. His thrusts held a steady pace, and your legs quivered as he lightly applied the pressure.

He knew just what you liked.

“...i’m close” He mumbles, “fuck, this is good MC.”

Reaching down to rub your clit, his finger circled and rubbed your soft bundle of nerves. He teased it, caressing it gently before giving a light slap. He made you jolt, your whole body trembling as you clenched around him.

Beelzebub came first- ejaculating deep inside of you and filling you with his cum, an unlimited supply of “Devil energy” which would have you feeling alright for days. His cock kept on gushing cum out, and he made a mess out of your insides and the sheets beneath you.

Watching as his Adam's apple bobbed was hypnotic, the way his eyes rolled back made your own body tremble. Beelzebub was still hard, but now he was fucking you with a more hip-rolling motion, rather than a straight back and forth one.

He pulled out of you, his cock slipping out wet and covered in your combined juices.

Looking at you like you were dessert, Beelzebub watched with glee as his cum slowly seeped out of your pussy. He reached down, scooping it up with two fingers to push it back into you. He was looking at you like you were a snack, and he was going to make one out of you.

His eager tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked up the seeping cum, bending down as he dragged his hot muscle up before pushing it into your pussy. His tongue explored you, making goosebumps form on your skin as he ate you out. his tongue brushed against your clit and his lips wrapped around it to suck on it, he buried his face into your pussy and refused to pull it back.

“Beelzebub” You groan his name, your head falling back as you try to nudge his face away from your pussy. He was impossible to push away, eagerly licking you up like candy.

“Aren’t you gonna cum?” Beel tilts his head cutely before sucking harder on your clit, he rolls his tongue around it, eager to drag an orgasm out of you.

“Shit…you know i will”

“You should’ve already been rolling your eyes then”

…SLAP!

Rather than bantering with him, you left a small handprint on his cheek.

“Go back to eating me out like an eager boyslut.”

Feeling impatient, you ordered him to do that before you shoved his face back against your pussy. He was going to be buried between your legs until you came.

Feeling the burning sensation in your abdomen, you grip his hair harshly, pulling his face harder against your pussy to grind onto it. You pulled his head back and forth, roughly guiding him to lick at your pussy as you chased your high. His nose bumped against your clit, and his eyes stared into yours as you made a mess out of his face. Finally, locking your legs around his head, you had him squeezed firmly between your thighs as his lips sucked on your clit. He pushed you over your high, sending warm waves of pleasure slowly coursing through your body.

Foras bust hard as he was watching your face. He was squeezing his cock hard as he noticed how you locked your legs around Beelzebub’s head before having an orgasm. It was so fucking hot to see you act like that, a whole different side to your usual self.

“That was hot” Beelzebub mumbles after you let go of his head, his hair was disheveled from all the pulling, but he still had his usual sexy charm.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, hoping to make sure Beelzebub is okay.

“I feel great!” He confirms, before another clone of his appears. The second Beelzebub got to undressing almost instantly as he flashed you a cocky grin, “I'll be there in a sec” he winked at you.

“Cloning yourself without my permission?” you asked, not even surprised at this point.

“I figured it was about time”

“It’s not time until I tell you it is, Beel.

SLAP!…Another smack to the cheek!

Hitting Beelzebub again, you sat up and pushed him down onto the bed before beckoning his clone over. You maneuvered yourself over his head, straddling him and burying his face into your pussy once more. You unbuckled his clone’s belt and tugged his pants and boxers down, almost letting out a small moan as his large cock sprang up.

“Do you like what you see?~” Beel’s clone asked teasingly as he grinned, observing the other Beelzebub smothered below you. He didn't know whether to be envious or not, since he could've been the one eating you out yet he was the one getting a blow.

“I like it very much” Mumbling simply, you nod before spitting on his cock and reaching up to rub the wet tip with your hand.

“Lucky bastard” Foras cursed silently under his breath, mimicking how you were rubbing Beelzebub’s cock, on his own. He was feeling jealous. (Typical for a hades Devil.)

Licking Beelzebub’s cock, you dragged your tongue along the thick base and twisted it around the tip.

“Such a dirty……ugh…MC” The Beelzebub standing up moans, His hand reaching down to hold your head. He cups the back of your head in his palm, pushing his cock slightly deeper into your mouth, “when did you become such a little minx?” He asks, stroking your cheek with his other hand as you suck his cock. Your hand massages and squeezed the base, and he could even feel you playing with his scrotum, giving it a squeeze and occasional lick.

Reminding the Beelzebub under you that he was your toy, you rode his face and ignored him as you gave his clone a handjob and a blow. The Beelzebub beneath you was panting for air as you rode his face, and the one you were pleasuring with your hand and mouth was close to ejaculating.

“Don't think that either of you are allowed to stop anytime soon” Detaching your lips from Beelzebub's clone with a pop, You stated in a simple manner, “I'm not done with either of you so don't you dare think of stopping after this.”

“Huh?” The Beelzebub you were sucking off looked at you in slight surprise, “shouldn't you go to sleep soon? You're human so you'll tire out-” he was beginning to suggest but shut his mouth when he felt you slap his hard cock.

“Oh…She's really in the mood today~?” The Beelzebub eating you out, pulled away slightly to say.

“Foras get over here.”

You said out loud, causing all three… (2 demons, and one clone) to pause.

“You called for me?” Foras asks, suddenly appearing.

“Wait— you don't need him, I'll create one more clone!” Beelzebub protests, Glaring daggers at Foras as the second Beelzebub speaks up, “Two more clones!!!!-”

...

Ah, What a kinky night.

The lust mark on your abdomen remains gluttonous and lustful, craving more and more each time.

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[concretejunglefm]

So human error had me accidentally posting this instead of drafting; however, I hope this fits even remotely what you were hoping for, anon 💕 I hope you don't mind that I added a little angst at the end for something extra 🫣

CW: mentions of grinding, nipple play, light choking.

WC: 2.5k.

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Truthfully, Noah doesn't want to be here.

The moment he stepped through the door and realized this place was a strip club, he should’ve turned and walked back out immediately. But unfortunately, he didn’t.

Now, he’s stuck entertaining his friend, one he mentally chooses to exclude from his list of people to hang out with the next time he’s feeling stressed out and needs to unwind.

“Just a club soda for me, thanks,” he tells the waitress who happens to pass by them, which prompts his friend to roll his eyes and reach across, slapping him playfully on the chest.

“Come on, you’re here to have fun tonight.”

Noah grimaces at the thought. Watching girls dance half-naked and having a private lap dance isn’t exactly what he calls ‘fun.’ Even though the place is considered a high-end establishment, it’s simply not his scene, something obvious in the way his eyes constantly avoid looking at any of the dancers, offering only a brief nod and a forced smile of acknowledgement when they glance down at him when walking past.

“I think maybe I'm going to—”

“Ah, there she is!” Noah’s friend interrupts him as you approach, and all his plans about leaving vanish instantly when he locks eyes with you.

Like most of the dancers, you’re wearing something lacy, though it covers you enough to leave some areas to the imagination. Half of your face is obscured by a mask, like some of the others, presumably to conceal your identity and enhance the club’s allure. However, his eyes momentarily flicker to your lips and the shade of lipstick. Suddenly, he’s consumed by an intense desire to smudge it, to witness how your lips would appear plump and kiss-swollen.

He shakes his head, pushing those thoughts aside. After spending too much time in the studio, neglecting most of his needs, sexualizing the first woman he sees isn’t how he intends to resolve that issue. However, he can’t help but allow his eyes to wander back to you, this time more shyly, when he catches you actually moving towards him, your hand extending and resting upon his shoulder.

“Who’s your friend?”

Noah hadn’t caught the conversation between you and his friend, but his eyes widen almost comically when he raises his gaze to meet yours through the eye holes of your mask. “Noah…” he swallows, managing to utter the syllables of his name through a tightening throat.

“He’s been quite overworked lately. It seems he’s forgotten all about how to have some fun, if you know what I mean.” Noah shoots his friend a disapproving look, but your quick reach for his hand silences any protest.

“Well, I know a thing or two about helping with that,” you giggle, and it sounds smooth like honey, making his chest burst a little. He hesitates to follow you as you tug on his hand, a gentle indication for him to stand. He doesn’t want to slip away into some private room, which would make this encounter feel more seedy than it should be. Yet, he finds himself already completely enamored by you. Whether it’s the mystery of you hidden beneath the mask or the allure you generally radiate, he’s drawn to you as if there’s a magnetic pull keeping him from straying away.

“Have fun,” his friend calls out after him. Noah briefly glances back, finding himself almost on autopilot as he obediently follows you towards a private area near the club’s back.

When you’re alone in one of the private rooms, he falls into the seat you push him down into and slightly shifts, his nerves settling as he realizes you’re the only person he can now focus on.

“You don't have to do this.” Noah attempts to dismiss the offer, the dance, the opportunity to relax, or whatever is being presented to him at this moment, but your response is simply a scoff.

“Is this where you tell me that my dad loved me?” You roll your eyes, bracing yourself for the usual charade from a guy who expects to swoop in and ‘save’ you from this life. “Surprisingly, I have a great relationship with my family.” You move towards him, intending to settle down on his lap by straddling him, but pause before doing so.

“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant… I’ve never done this before,” Noah confesses, feeling the tip of his ears turn red. He lifts a hand to his neck, rubbing his palm against it, and shifts in his seat.

“Wait, really?” You don’t mean for the surprise to escape in your voice as it does, and you step back a little, placing your hands on your hips as you observe his awkward shifts and continued avoidance of your gaze.

“Yes, does that really surprise you?” He chuckles, but it’s slightly forced, and his eyes finally meet yours once more. He’s once again captivated by the allure that seems to draw him in. There’s an odd sense of familiarity that sends a warmth through his chest, though he can’t quite place it. The way you’re looking at him now certainly makes his stomach flip. He can’t tell if you’re pitying him or ready to make him prey, but he doesn’t care either way.

“No, it’s just… I’ve noticed your friend here quite frequently.” You chuckle and shake your head. “I suppose I anticipated the same from anyone he brings here.”

“So, this is your first time? I suppose that implies I should be gentle with you.” You purr, leaning forward, your hands returning to his shoulders as you squeeze them for stability before moving closer and twisting yourself to position your back to him.

Reaching behind you, you place your hands on his thighs, spreading them as you use them to maintain your balance. Slowly, you lower your ass down to meet his lap. “Let me know if you need me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” Noah says, his voice strained.

As you lower yourself and rub your covered ass against his crotch, he feels his cock instantly harden within his pants. He’s already worked up, but the proximity of you to him, the intoxicating scent, and the magnetic pull all combine to send his head spinning with arousal. Instinctively, his hands reach out and grasp you at your waist, stopping you.

“It happens to every guy you know,” you say with a laugh, making him realize that you felt it. In your line of work, it’s more of a compliment than a form of harassment.

“I know it’s just... it’s been a while.” he says, his voice tinged with embarrassment. You imagine that if you turned to look at him now, he might have a beetroot-colored face. Instead, you take his hands and begin to gently guide them up your sides.

“Well, we do offer other services here.” While your clientele has always been those who come for either a show or a personal release, you rarely cater to the latter. However, you can’t help but feel compelled when you have a man as handsome as Noah beneath you, as you do right now.

“No that’s... wait really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth as you feel his fingers gently caress your skin in circular motions.

Suddenly, he pulls you down onto his lap.

“You mentioned it’s been a while. Could I ask why?” you ask, allowing him to take the initiative slightly as his fingers delicately traced the contours of your bare stomach.

“Work.” He responds with a single word, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You deliberately press your hips down and grind your ass against his crotch.

“What do you do?”

“Music.” Another one-word answer, but you hear the groan he’s trying to suppress and choose to interpret it as a triumph. “I’ve been spending a lot of time in the studio and…” he gasps as you roll your hips, brushing against his bulge and feeling the outline of his cock against you. Suddenly, you feel the heat rising in your own stomach, especially when his hands shift to your thighs, gripping you almost possessively to hold you against him. It makes you tremble and as you try to move, you hear him growl, “Don’t.”

He can’t release you yet, not when he’s already been feeling worked up and touch-starved. You’ve barely touched him, yet he’s experiencing an entirely new surge of desire.

Instead of moving, you gently rock your hips, circling them as your ass drags and grinds against his crotch. You listen to the change in his breath and feel how his cock twitches beneath you, confined within his pants. “Please?” you almost plead, and it results in a strained whimper from him, his fingers only pressing harder against your thighs.

“Noah, tell me what you need.” Your voice lowers, becoming soft and alluring as you lean back against his chest, turning your head and gently brushing your cherry red painted lips against the apple tattoo that covers his Adam’s apple.

Your breath, warm against his skin, sends a wave of goosebumps across him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He can’t possibly be contemplating asking and accepting your offer, can he? It feels selfish to request anything from you, especially since you’re just a stranger. Nevertheless, he can’t deny that you’ve somehow worked your way beneath his skin, a mysterious stranger who calls themselves honey, or perhaps cherry, or pixie? He can’t quite recall the exchange between you and his friend during introductions, but he’s certain he feels an overwhelming desire to have you.

“You…” he whispers, his fingers finally releasing their grip on your thighs before they begin to slide, gliding along your inner thighs before ascending, stroking across your stomach and further up the exposed area of your torso, before slipping beneath the lace that covers your chest.

Your back arches against him as his hand palms at your breast, his fingers playfully teasing your nipples and producing a faint sound from you. Normally, you’d swiftly slap away a client who dared to behave this boldly, yet you find yourself leaning into his touch, yearning for more of it, more of him. His name slips from your lips as a soft whisper as you begin to grind against him once more, and your head rests on his shoulder, savoring the sensation of his fingers twisting your nipple.

Noah’s other hand raises higher, fingers light against your skin as they close around your neck and gently press, causing you to gasp; “Harder.” Your eyes roll back at the faint pressure he adds, his fingers pinching harder at your nipples as your hips rock and grind, almost desperately trying to soothe the ache between your thighs instead of focusing solely on relieving him. However, Noah doesn’t seem to mind; you hear the encouraging whispers from him against the side of your head.

“Show me how needy you are.”, “Do you like being touched like this?”, “Do you like your nipples being toyed with?”

The only sounds you make are soft moans, accompanied by faint “yeses” that gradually fade into breathless gasps as you intensify your grinding and whines steadily increase the closer you feel yourself approaching the edge.

Beneath you, Noah can feel his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his pants, yearning for freedom and an even greater desire to be inside you. However, he knows that he can’t bring himself to request that of you, instead choosing to accept this arrangement, allowing you to satisfy him in exchange for your own pleasure.

As your soft pleas continue to fall from your lips, you feel the intense heat of your climax building up in your stomach, causing you to buck your hips desperately on Noah. In response, he lifts himself to meet you, and your bodies collide, sending a wave of pleasure over you, leaving your body trembling against him as he presses you firmly onto his lap. Grinding himself right against your ass, he emits a guttural sound, holding you tightly against him as his own body trembles, and his cock twitches in his pants beneath you.

“Did you just...?”

“Yes,” he says with a voice devoid of shame, which makes you laugh. It’s not a mocking laugh, and Noah feels the wave of embarrassment that had threatened to overwhelm him dissipate.

“I can’t deny that you’re not the first, but I must admit, I’m flattered.” You whisper, tilting your head and brushing your nose against the column of his neck. You’re almost reluctant to move, savoring the warmth of his presence against you and the delicate scent of his cologne that tickles your senses.

Unbeknownst to you, Noah shares your sentiments. He’s completely intoxicated and makes no effort to move you from his lap or even release his possessive grip on your throat and chest. When one of them sinks away, it’s the one on your chest, slowly descending to rest on your stomach, his thumb moving in gentle circles against your skin.

If any post-nut clarity should prompt him to leave, it hasn’t manifested yet.

You’re the first one to shift, reluctantly pulling yourself away from his chest and bending forward to adjust the strap of your heel. As you do, the lace from the lingerie you’re wearing rises up, which hangs further down your back than your front. Noah’s eyes briefly flicker down to the newly exposed skin, and a breath catches in his throat at the sight of a familiar tattoo.

You hear him say your name, your real name—not the stage name you use in this club—and it makes your head turn and your brow perk up.

Standing, you look down at him, taking him in properly as you begin to scan his familiar facial features. Granted, he was much younger when you knew him—a lot younger, with much longer hair—but a closer look reveals that his features still look the same—that same familiar Virginia boy you once knew.

“Noah?” You utter his name as if it’s your first realization, as if you hadn’t mentioned it just moments ago while grinding against him.

As he stands, you notice his height—he appears even taller and more imposing now, having grown out of his skinny boyhood.

Reaching out a hand towards your face, he hesitantly grasps the corner of the mask that obscures half of your face and lifts it, revealing the rest of it to him and recognition flashes across his eyes. “It’s you…” his voice softens, and the corner of his mouth twitches, threatening to break out into a smile as he feels the familiar thumping in his chest.

“Yes, it’s me,” you softly laugh, feeling the gentle touch of his knuckles against your cheek.

To Noah, everything becomes clear; the irresistible attraction, the magnetic pull, the way his mind constantly revolved around thoughts centered around you—a once mysterious stranger, when no one else here had caught his attention in that manner, it was because there was something profound, something that had always been there; you were the one who got away.

“Perhaps we should consider taking this reunion somewhere else.” You suggest, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Oh, Absolutely.”

[bradleysass]

Prison - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 819

James Potter isn’t afraid of prisons.

He’s been in holding cells before—stupid teenage pranks, a couple of bar fights, that one time he “accidentally” stole a police horse (he swore he was going to return it). He knows the routine. Cuffed wrists, bored officers, bad coffee, and the threat of a record he’s somehow always managed to dodge.

But this prison? This one is different.

It’s cold in a way that seeps into his bones, the fluorescent lights flickering like they don’t really want to illuminate what lurks in the shadows. The air smells of bleach and something stale, like a place that’s been scrubbed down but can’t ever quite wash away the things that have happened here.

James shifts beside Regulus, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “I don’t like it here.”

Regulus doesn’t look at him, just keeps walking with the kind of calm that comes from familiarity. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I wanted to see what the fuss was about.”

Regulus sighs, something fond but exasperated. “And?”

James watches as a guard unlocks a heavy metal door ahead of them. “And I don’t like it here.”

The visit room is small. Just a single table, two chairs on one side, one on the other. The walls are a sickly shade of gray, covered in scratches that James tells himself aren’t tally marks.

Barty Crouch Jr. sits on the other side of the glass, grinning like he’s just been waiting for them. He’s thinner than the last time James saw him, his hair longer, eyes sunken but still burning with something sharp and alive.

“Reggie,” Barty drawls, leaning forward like he’s about to share a secret. “Brought your boyfriend this time?”

Regulus doesn’t react, just takes the seat across from him. “James wanted to see you.”

Barty hums, tilting his head toward James, eyes glittering. “And? How do you like our little sanctuary?”

James swallows. He doesn’t like it at all.

But Barty is watching him, waiting, a smirk playing at his lips like he can already see the unease curling in James’ gut.

James leans back in his chair, crosses his arms. “It’s charming,” he says, flashing a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bit cold, though.”

Barty chuckles. “That’s the ghosts.”

James doesn’t believe in ghosts. But something about the way Barty says it—like he’s not talking about spirits, like he means the echoes of things that have happened here, the weight of them pressed into the walls—makes James shiver.

Regulus is unbothered, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his coat. He taps one out, sliding it across the table. A guard doesn’t move to stop him. James wonders how many times they’ve let this happen before.

Barty picks up the cigarette, rolling it between his fingers. “You always know what I like, don’t you?”

Regulus doesn’t answer, just lights his own and exhales a slow curl of smoke.

James watches them, watches the way Regulus leans back, relaxed in a way James can’t understand. He’s been visiting Barty for years, long enough that this—this bleak, awful room, this conversation with a man who looks half-feral—doesn’t even rattle him.

James clears his throat. “So, uh. How’s prison life treating you?”

Barty laughs, full and delighted, like James just told the funniest joke in the world. “Oh, you know. Same shit, different day.”

James forces a grin. “Glad to hear it.”

Barty leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes flickering over James like he’s a puzzle to be solved. “You’re uncomfortable.”

James shrugs. “Maybe I just don’t like being in places with no exits.”

Barty smirks. “Or maybe you don’t like being in places where you aren’t in control.”

Regulus, who has been silent, finally speaks. “Don’t toy with him.”

Barty looks at him, eyes bright with something James doesn’t like. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

A beat of silence. The hum of the overhead lights.

Regulus stands, snuffing his cigarette out in the tray provided. “We should go.”

James doesn’t argue. He stands quickly, eager to put as much distance between himself and this place as possible.

Barty watches them, amusement flickering over his face. “Come again soon, Potter.”

James doesn’t reply.

As they step out into the hallway, the heavy door clanging shut behind them, James finally lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Regulus glances at him. “You alright?”

James runs a hand through his hair. “I am never coming back here.”

Regulus hums, lighting another cigarette as they step outside. “Probably for the best.”

James looks at him, really looks at him, at the way Regulus exhales smoke like he’s done this a thousand times before, like it’s just another Sunday.

James shakes his head. “You’re insane.”

Regulus smirks. “And you’re dramatic.”

Maybe. But as they walk toward the car, James doesn’t shake the feeling that the ghosts Barty mentioned are still watching.

[kxsagi]

"𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭"

it had been three years that you and isagi yoichi have been dating for. so you couldn’t help but be suspicious why he was leading your hand to the beach known as the “sea of stars” in maldives, also the same place that you told him you dreamt of being proposed to at. 

“your eyes are still closed, right?” 

“uh huh,” you nod, heart beating in your chest furiously. was tonight the night?

it could have been. this whole trip was very spontaneous after all. your boyfriend had even wanted to book the whole thing and pay for all your expenses himself, even pre-trip stuff like a fresh mani/pedi and new clothes and bags. it was a nice surprise, but he was extra insistent about everything.  

the two of you had just finished eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. your lips still taste sweet from the dessert, too. but after getting lost in conversation for an hour, yoichi all of a sudden said he wanted to “take you somewhere,” but “you have to close your eyes.” 

the familiar warmth and texture of the grainy sand hits your bare toes as he takes off your heels. you hear him shuffling to take off his shoes, too, then his large hand grabs yours, gently leading you ashore. the relaxing sounds of ocean waves crashing grow louder and louder with each step. 

“you’re not gonna push me in the water, right?” 

his chuckle fills the air. “wouldn’t dream of it. plus, i wouldn’t wanna ruin that beautiful black off-the-shoulder dress.” 

“... you’re acting weird.” 

“am i?” 

it seemed as if you wouldn’t shut up, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling in your gut. but before you could begin yapping about your favorite part of the dessert you shared an hour ago, you hear, “open your eyes.” 

the sight in front of you is breathtaking. stars scattered above in the sky and in the ocean, dark blue neon dots glowing brighter with every movement of a calm wave. you’ve dreamed of seeing bioluminescent phytoplankton like this before, kneeling down gently to lift your dress and place your feet in the water, watching blue glow around your skin. 

“wow, it’s so pretty!” you exclaim. 

yoichi nods, watching you from a few feet behind as you play around in the water. he’s not one to get his long pants wet, but he’s all for seeing you happy. 

after you’re done, you walk back up to him. “there’s like almost no one here!” 

“i might’ve paid them to leave us alone for ten minutes,” yoichi shrugs, earning a playful slap to his chest. with a laugh, he points to your left. “look over there.” 

you turn to your left, cocking your head as to what he was possibly pointing at. there’s nothing, no boats, no people. just the water and more ethereal bioluminescence. you turn back around, confused. 

“i don’t see –” 

you’re cut off with yoichi on one knee in front of you, a hand covering half of his face as the other holds a velvet box with a large oval-cut diamond ring on a simple gold band. 

“i don’t even know where to start,” he laughs nervously, removing the hand from his face. it’s a bit dark, the only source of light being from the ocean, but you can tell he’s red. “i’ve been rehearsing since 3 AM in the hotel bathroom and i couldn’t sleep.” 

you already feel hot tears brimming at your eyelids. yoichi notices, but for you, for this moment, he tries his best to keep himself composed. 

“honestly, i’ve been in love with you since the moment i laid eyes on you. and every single day since then, i’ve fallen harder, deeper, and more helplessly into this love. you have completely ruined me, in the best way possible. i can’t function without thinking about you. i wake up thinking about you. i go to sleep thinking about you. every little thing you do, every smile, every laugh, every time you look at me… i swear, it feels like my heart is about to explode." 

he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at just how gone he is. 

“you are my entire world. you are my best friend, my greatest joy, my deepest love, and, honestly, my only personality trait at this point. i would do anything for you. anything. If you told me to swim across this entire ocean right now, i’d ask you if you wanted me to backstroke or freestyle. if you asked me to count every single star in the sky just so you’d know how much i love you, i’d be out here all night, every night, for the rest of my life." 

his voice is thick with emotion, looking up at you with complete devotion. 

“i have never, not for a second, doubted that you are the one for me. you are my forever, my always, my everything. so, here i am, in front of the most beautiful person in the world, under the most beautiful sky, by the most beautiful ocean, asking the most important question i will ever ask… will you let me spend forever proving that i was meant to be your husband?" 

the waves crash softly, the stars above shining brighter, as if the universe itself is waiting for the only answer that could possibly exist. 

“yes.” 

it was an easy answer, one that needed no hesitation from you. with the happiest smile and a weight lifted off his chest, yoichi slides the ring onto your left ring finger, standing up, picking you up, and twirling you around with joy. 

on this night, the stars bore witness to the two of you beginning forever. 

𐙚

it’s safe to say that the internet BLEW up after you posted pictures of you with your diamond engagement ring with the caption: “in my fiance eraaa”

everyone knew of your engagement, shippers going crazy and every social media algorithm showing users your beautiful diamond ring that probably cost $1 million easily. 

your comments flooded with fans expressing heartfelt congratulations and jealous haters who could only dream of having a love like yours. your family and friends were also very happy for you and so were yoichi’s family and teammates. 

a/n: i am aware that everyone has different skin tones, i just used this pic to show off what the ring looks like!

it would be a lie to say you didn’t spend the next day on pinterest looking at wedding inspo instead of enjoying your vacation. 

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: 

the wedding ceremony was held a year later. 

you made sure to keep it private, only inviting close friends and family from both sides, but there were still a lot of people. 

though you might need to be studied, because how did you break the internet again?

shortly after releasing your wedding pictures, they went just as viral as your engagement announcement. 

it wasn’t just the off-shoulder lace mermaid dress, or the way yoichi basically began crying the moment he saw you, or the fact you opted to walk down the aisle alone to show how no one but you was going to give yourself away to the love of your life, or how bachira had a dance-off moment with a soccer ball on the middle of the stage, or the fact that rin actually gave a speech. 

no, it was your long trailing veil scattered across the ground with two words delicately embroidered at the end: “MRS. ISAGI.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: yes i am gonna keep writing about my man

[aidaita]

Oreo’s urgent Vet Bill

Hi everyone, this is the proper post I promised a few days ago and I apologize for the delay, the last 2-3 days was stressful but I’m emotionally stable to type everything down.

I’ve made an update post on my Ko-fi a few days ago if you haven’t seen it.

To start off, Oreo is my male cat son I’ve take care of for the past 9 years since that fateful day I encountered him 8 years ago. At the time, I was in a dark place mentally as I was heavily depressed from losing a dear friend and in an effort to cheer up, I went outside for a walk with a close friend to the canal two streets down from where I live, and that was where I saw a pair of eyes staring at me. A month old kitten I named Oreo and from that day, Oreo has brightened my world and I’ve taken him in as my precious fur baby ever since. My family unfortunately lost our other cat, Blueberry, last year to cancer for the medicine and treatments weren’t enough to ease her suffering from the cancer, so when Oreo’s second blockage on the evening of February 28, 2025 occurred, I was absolutely terrified.

That night, I skipped dinner, I stayed up half the night watching over Oreo and had a fitful sleep of a few hours, waking up in between the few hours to the noises Oreo was making from the blockage. And so on March 1, I went directly to an animal hospital I normally go to for his check ups, exams, previous surgery he had, but unfortunately they had to turn me away for being fully booked, so I was forced to go to another vet clinic that accepts emergency visits and that’s where I ended up in VCA Knowles Snapper Creek pet hospital and the very expensive vet bill.

The initial estimate is the one I originally posted on my other post which I’ll upload here for 48 hours observation.

I was also given an estimation for 24 hr observation but in both estimations, it was super expensive and I work at a $13 part time retail work shift and I could not afford it whatsoever. The last surgeries were paid for by my mom but this time she could not pay for this, and she has other health-related financial payments to recuperate financially and that was when I begun to get very stressed and panic. It was made worse and broke me into an emotional panic when my mother suggested that we may have to put him to sleep as we cannot keep paying $3k every time he gets a blockage.

My heart sank, I was not ready to let Oreo go yet. I became so distraught.

What can I do to save Oreo?

I’ve been frantically looking online what to do, looking into pet insurance, frequently asking for payments plans, asking what they can do to reduce the prices, etc. all while I’m on a time limit as I had a work shift in the next 2-3 hours and with this emergency situation, I absolutely needed every hour I can get. It was the most horrible position to be in the middle of.

Oreo could not qualify for pet insurance because it does not cover for pre-existing conditions/treatments (this is his second blockage), the pet hospital (both the first I went to and the second) do not have payment plans, every new estimations they gave me in an effort to help me and Oreo came with high risks such as one that is the bare minimum (just unblocking Oreo) but there’s a big possibility he could be blocked later that day or the next day.

Secondly, Oreo has already been on a treatment plan with his strict diet of prescription Urinary Care food with Science Hill’s ever since his first blockage sometime last year (or 2? I’m not sure, I don’t have the papers from the first one as my mom took him to the vet that time). And the doctors told me that it seems despite the strict diet he has been in, he still got the blockage from built-up sediments. On top of that, in the last vet visit on January 25, 2025 with the first pet hospital, Oreo has IVDD, or at least the beginning of it that the doctors told at the time said “it’s not a big deal right now,” so it will be a problem to look out for as he’s still young.

My mother’s comment of possibly putting him to sleep loomed over my head over all this…

And that was when I decided I can’t do this alone, I’m not ready to let Oreo go yet, not like this, not so soon. So for the first time, I’ve come to you all on the internet for help.

Due to the time constraints, I have no choice but to open a credit line with CareCredit just for this bill for Oreo but the fact he could get blocked again, issues with IVDD possibly rearing its head more urgently so soon, and with this massive bill to pay with my $13 part time retail shift, I knew that if another emergency or urgent vet visit occurs, I will have no choice but to put him to sleep.

That is why I’ve come to you all for help with the emergency vet bill on March 1, 2025 and… my goodness, within 24 hours, we have reached a little more than 1/3 of the $4000 goal (41% reached as I post this) and I could not be anymore thankful and grateful for all of you kindness and generosity to save my baby in this difficult time.

Yesterday I got to visit Oreo, he’s unblocked and appears to be urinating fine, recovering seems to be going well although he does have UTI so there’s a bit of blood in his urine (doctors reassured me that the UTI and blockage are not linked) so he’s getting treatments for that as well.

Today, Oreo will be discharged later in the afternoon or evening so he’ll be coming home soon.

The bill is still stressful but with all of you kind words, encouragement, generosity, and advice, it doesn’t feel as heavy as before. It is still a lot left to pay off so if you can, please donate to my Ko-Fi here so I can focus solely on strictly ensuring Oreo stays with me much longer such as wet food, running water fountain, new litter box, etc.

All donations received will be used solely for the bill and any additional expenses that may come up in the last few hours as I type.

And to everyone who donated so far, thank you… Truly, thank you. The tears I’ve shed the past 2 days were of stress and huge relief.

I will keep posting updates as they happen.

[blu3berryuwu9681]

Psycho (Gojo x nurse! Reader part 2)

A/N: You guys can listen to this in the background if you want!!

Song: Ao no Sumika (Hidden Inventory arc opening) by Tatsuya Kitani

There he was, the strongest sorcerer, just staring at you. It looked liked you were talking to the head matron, who was being very stubborn. In that brief time, he started noting how the room looked.

Gojo's POV:

"Wow. This is the room they gave me. This shabby no-good place is supposed to keep me, the strongest sorcerer?"

Just then, she entered the room, holding a clipboard to her chest.

"Uh... Gojo-san? Um, I'm your assigned nurse for your stay in here, Y/N L/N. Or just Y/N, that's fine too."

I stared at her for what seemed like a good ten minutes before I got up, my tall frame towering over hers. Funny how there are some humans who think they can survive in this world with such a short, petite, *delicate* frame. I mean, she looks like she can crumble with a single flick!

I chuckle, staring at her through my blindfold. I mutter her name quietly, the feeling of it rolling off my tongue confusing me. It felt good, like someone just gave me cold drinks to drink. Of course, that won't be a hard matter to solve.

"Y/N, huh?"

As she nods, I immediately swoop in and grab her by the collar.

"Listen, Y/N. Be a good girl and get some cold drinks, will you? Or is there not a single vending machine in this godforsaken place?"

I watch with a smirk as she slowly- nervously- brings her clipboard up, covering half of her face with it, and squeaks in a small voice.

"I-I'm sorry, but there isn't any I can provide you with right now..."

I smile in mock hurt.

"Then you'll just have to get out and get me one, don't you? After all, your master demands it."

I chuckle as she slowly nods, trembling. I leave her collar suddenly, causing her to fall down helplessly. "Come on now, don't just sit there."

She slowly gets up, dropping her clipboard and not bothering to pick it up again.

"Clumsy girl..."

I pick it up and notice a list of the patients who came here, noticing my name at the very end. Beside it, written in beautiful loopy cursive font, were the words: 'Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer. Must treat with extra respect.'

I put it down and sigh, not before checking the name of whoever it belonged to. I wasn't surprised to see the name of the nurse who just left. She said her name was Y/N. Pretty well mannered, looks nice too. I guess we can get along.

Just then, someone comes from behind me and presses a handkerchief to my nose. Damn! How could I not notice someone in my room?! I shake my head, trying to shake off the feeling of drowsiness. Fuck whoever created chloroform!

By the time I wake about an hour later, I'm tied to a pole in the middle of the room, with a damn straightjacket on me. Fuck! Well, I want to see how this goes, so I'll play along for now. I mean, I can get out whenever I want, But that damn nurse's memory is stopping me from doing so. Plus, I have to wait for the cold drink.

Y/N's POV:

That... ugh! He's older, so I can't even think anything bad about him! Not to mention, he's the strongest sorcerer!

I exit the hospital building, running as fast as I can to get to the nearest vending machine. I gasp as I see the long line in front of it. It'll take an hour, minimum, to get a drink. Oh well, nice chance to catch my breath.

One hour later, I finally get the drink. Thank God they didn't run out of it! I run back to the hospital, careful not to shake the drink too much. If only I knew what was waiting for me!

I walk to Gojo-san's room, only to see him tied to a pole in the middle of the room.

"Well, Y/N-chan. Didn't expect you to be so obedient, just like a cute little puppy."

I internally slap him at his comment. How impudent could he be?

"Well, as you can see, someone came into my room and very kindly tied me up. Since I can't move my arms, the only option left is for you too feed me. Think you can do that, Y/N?"

I flinch internally. Did I already mention he's impudent?

I move in, pressing the tab down and opening the can. I move in, gently touching his chin with my thumb and index.

"C-can you please open your mouth for me?"

I sigh in relief in my mind, happy that he's finally listening. I press the opening of the can to his soft lips, noticing his pink lips and wondering if he wears lip gloss.

I tilt the can slightly, allowing some of the liquid to flow from the can to his mouth. I tilt it back, stopping the flow and allowing him to gulp it down. I'm pretty surprised at how quiet he is, like a sleeping cat.

I repeat the process again and again, having to plead him to open his mouth by gently pressing my thumb on his lower lip while he keeps staring at me with that mischievous smirk on his face.

"Gojo-san, please, my fingers are getting numb..."

Finally, I tip the last of the can's contents in his mouth, sighing in relief.

"You're surprisingly good at this feeding job... Do you have kids?"

I blush at his comment. Have kids? Who would wanna have kids with me?

"N-no, I'm single."

"Oh, I thought a cutie like you would be taken already."

I'm pretty sure my blush started shing in fifty shades of red at this point.

"C-cutie?"

I watch as he stares at his own hands for a while, apparently thinking deep about something. He looked up at me, a smirk creeping across his face.

"Your hands are pretty soft, and you smell nice too."

I look down, trying to hide my red-stained face from him. I wasn't used to getting compliments from anyone, especially not someone as strong as him.

"T-thank you..."

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[yandere-paramour]

Chapter Eight

This movie meant nothing to you, but you took pains to make it look like you were enthralled. Atalanta tended to sleep early and deeply; as long as you remained careful, you doubted she would wake up if you got out of bed. Once you got out of the door, you could most likely escape out of the back door of the building. Atalanta would start a manhunt for you as soon as she woke up at around five in the morning, so you had approximately a four hour window where you had to get out of the city or hopefully the state. It was all premeditated, and it was time to put this all into action.

You started the plan with step one; you yawned.

“Are you tired, my love? Shall we turn the movie off and head to sleep? I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow,” She stroked your cheek with her thumb.

“Nooo,” You whined pitifully, “I want to finish the movie, but I’m cold…”

“Oh, well,” You physically watched her hatch the idea you planted in her head, “You can always come over here with me.”

You gave her the most grateful wide eyes, promptly moving over to cuddle with her.

Inwardly, you cheered; the plan had worked! Pretending to fall asleep early, acting relaxed and snuggly and crawling up to rest yourself onto her chest. You felt a little bad seeing the expression of joy overtake her face, but not bad enough to stop. If you slept on her chest and pinned her down, she couldn’t drink anything and she wouldn’t get up in the night to urinate and find you gone. She held you as you lightly dozed for the remainder of the movie, and you had to bite back a smile as she carried you lovingly down the hall to your shared bedroom.

She lay your “sleeping” body into bed, pulling the soft covers over you and tucking you in securely. Brushing your hair out of your face, she leaned down to press a tender kiss your forehead. 

“Sleep well, my Darling girl. I’ll see you in the morning,” With that, Atalanta climbed into her side of the bed, settling into her usual sleeping position on her stomach.

She forgot to give you your sleeping medication! And she forgot to turn on the security alarm! Just like you anticipated. Atalanta would never take a chance on disturbing your rest if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. That’s also why she didn’t institute the mandatory before-bed cuddle time as well. If you didn’t have to pretend to be asleep, you would do a happy little dance.

It didn’t take long before you heard Atalanta’s soft snores, but you waited an extra half hour just to make sure. Slowly, you rolled out of bed, landing lightly on the floor like a cat. Heading to her closet, you took a close look at her shoes, picking the smallest and most athletic ones. As you noted earlier, the door was virtually silent, and it was easy for you to open and close without waking Atalanta. You made your way to the front door and unlocked it. This was it. You had won.

At least, you thought you had won. 

You came face to face with two guards in matching uniforms sitting at a small table outside the door, playing some card game. You stared at them; they stared at you. All three of you were frozen in time simply staring. It was approximately one in the morning, did these two work all night? Shit, this was really putting a kink in your plans.

“Ma’am, I think you need to get-” The female one spoke slowly like one would to a feral animal as the male one stood up with his hands up non-threatening.

You didn’t have time to waste. In a split second impulsive decision, you tried to bolt past them. Accidentally upturning the table, cards rained down to the floor. You stamped down any guilt inside you; guilt was what kept you in that apartment for so long. The staircase was so far, and these two looked strong; you doubted you could outrun them without both the element of surprise and a significant head start.

Unfortunately, you were correct. Contrary to his bulky build, he was faster than he looked, and the past few days of being on constant muscle-relaxant sleepy medication had weakened you; he caught up in just a few steps. Throwing himself at you, he quickly pinned your arms to your sides in a restraint hold, rendering you unable to punch. With your back pressed to his chest, he lifted you right off your feet, leaving your lower body dangling in the air. Not ready to accept defeat, you fought fiercely, trying to bite his arms and use your feet to kick at his knees.

“Miss Montclair,” The female guard not holding you called loudly inside the house, careful not to cross the threshold, “Miss Montclair, please come to the front door.”

Oh no, oh no, she was calling Atalanta. You struggled even harder, trying to slam the back of your head into his nose to break it. You tried to use the momentum of your legs to swing out of his hold, thrashing wildly, but he held on tightly. He bent and straightened his legs, creating the effect of bouncing you in his arms like an unruly toddler. He repeated soothing phrases, trying to get you to calm down your flailing and give in.

“What is all the commotion so early in the morning?” A drowsy Atalanta was descending the stairs slowly, taking all the time in the world, but there was no mistaking the acerbic tone in her voice. Even in her blue silk pajamas with her butterscotch hair wisping in all directions, she commanded an authority that forced the entire room to take notice.

She froze you in a second, stopping your kicking and screaming. Behind you, the guard let out a sigh, obviously thanking the heavens that you weren’t trying to shatter his nasal bone anymore and he could soon go back to his paid card game.

“And what, might I ask, is happening here?” Atalanta asked in a way that made it clear she was talking to you.

“I-I was just-” You scrambled around, looking for something plausible to claim; you didn’t want to throw anyone under the bus but it was unavoidable, “I-I-I mixed up the doors and I accidentally went out the front door and then the guards just grabbed me! I was trying to find the kitchen!”

Atalanta listened politely, eyes scanning the situation, waiting for you to finish your lie before she spoke, “My love, my life, my Darling… do you honestly expect me to believe that? Do you think me a fool? I thought we were better than that.”

Your stomach dropped right down to your feet. Fuck.

“Abebe, Silva, please inform me of what really happened,” She was moving closer to you, each step causing a freezing feeling to spread further and further throughout your chest.

The guard who caught you immediately ratted you out, telling Atalanta how you slunk out of the apartment, saw the guards, and tried to make a run for it before being caught by the big guard. Your face burned in shame and embarrassment. Somehow hearing someone else telling the story was far worse than telling it yourself. You felt like a naughty child being scolded.

“Thank you, Silva. I’ll take it from here,” She said.

The guard holding you loosened his hold, making sure you were firmly on your feet before setting you down entirely. He gave you a gentle push back into the apartment, being kind but making it clear you had nowhere else to go but inside. You knew what this was, what was coming next.

After a second of your hesitation, Atalanta got visibly more aggrieved, crossing the space between you both in two strides. She took your wrist firmly, almost painfully, into her hold, pulling you towards her with a single jerk. When you were close enough, she let go of your wrist and wrapped an arm around your waist possesively, pulling you close to her and keeping an authoritative hand on your hip.

The guards inclined their heads to Atalanta in a gesture of respect and deference, than closed and locked the door, leaving you and Atalanta alone in the night. More than a little afraid, you turned back, almost finding the gall to look her in the eyes.

The hazel eyes that had looked at you with such warmth just hours ago were now filled with a kind of resolution that made you nervous.

“A-Atalanta, I’m so-” You started.

She held up a hand to stop your words, “Let’s go upstairs and have a talk, Darling.”

[blessedmisery]

summary: choi jong-in x fem!reader - what happens when you mix business with pleasure? warnings: dirty talk, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dubcon kinda, praise kink, reader is oblivious. authors note: this man is criminally underrated. we need more of him. let this fic be a pivotal moment for us all. ty for reading, likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

choi jong-in was a very successful man.

everyone knew this. he was one of south korea's most powerful s-rank hunters, and the guild master of south korea's most powerful guild, the hunters guild. don't be mistaken though, being known as ‘the ultimate hunter’ was no easy task. choi jong-in was under contstant pressure of having to keep up his public appearances on behalf of his entire guild, and balance the enormous workload of being the top guild master in the country. there was no denying it—he was indeed successful but he was also very busy. so that's why he hired you. as his personal assistant, having you around was most helpful to him. within a few days of your hire, you managed to cut his own workload in half and thanks to you, he was able to take the smoke breaks he so desperately needed during his work day and he was finally able to get home at a reasonable hour of the night. it was safe to say that you were his salvation.

you stood in front of his office door, wearing your regular office uniform, holding a thick stack of papers. jong-in had given you a specific dress code to follow when he hired you—composed of a white blouse, black stiletto heels and a dark red pencil skirt. you weren't sure why he picked the colour red for you, but you thought better than to question it. he was paying you twice as much as any other personal assistant positions did so it was important you did everything in your power to keep it. the door finally swung open, revealing his tall frame. not only was he successful, but he was also very attractive, his aura alone was enough to turn heads anytime he stepped foot outside. you knew this well, having been on the receiving end of it many times. he was dressed in his usual red suit and rectangular glasses, his fingers covered in his signature gold rings. his lips were curled up in a crooked smirk and he was watching, no—studying you.

"m-mr. choi you wanted to see me?" you stuttered out the question nervously. you weren't sure why he wanted to see you, but whatever the reason, you had a bad feeling about it.

"ah yes. come in please" he replied, stepping aside to make room for you. you walked inside his office which you spent most of your time in, sorting and filing papers, cleaning his desk and doing work on your laptop from the sleek black couch that stood across the room, perpendicular to his desk.

"i-i also brought the reports you requested on sung jinwoo, i completed them early" you managed to say, trying to keep yourself calm and collected.

"mmm, ever so diligent. good girl" he hummed approvingly, the praise sending a positive rush of blood to your cheeks. you handed him the papers, his fingers ghosting over your skin ever so lightly as he took them from you. “please, take a seat” he said, his hand motioning towards the couch. you complied, placing your hands on your knees to stop your legs from bouncing nervously. he sat himself down in an armchair across from you, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning his chin into his folded hands.

"you look nervous" he chuckled lightly, his eyes still fixed on you. you blushed, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze. "i'm just worried that you're not satisfied with my work sir" you admitted, looking down at your hands. it was true—despite his occasional praises and wide smiles, he was a perfectionist, he liked things done a certain way and he certainly made sure his employees knew that.

"you know," he started, leaning back in his arm chair, crossing his ankle over his leg "i've never kept an assistant for longer than two months at a time" he finished, smiling. a few moments later he added, "do you know why that is?"

"i-i'm not sure. how come?" you replied slowly, unsure of what was coming for you next. he was full of surprises— never quite saying what he meant, often leaving you with more questions than answers.

"because if there's one thing i despise, it's people who work less efficiently than me" he replied casually, observing you, waiting to see how you'll react. there it was again—his puzzling demeanor that never failed to keep you on your toes.

"i-i'm sorry, i'll do my best to get things done faster and—"

"ah ah, i didn't say that about you did i?" he clicked his tongue, cutting off your restless rambling. you felt your mouth zip shut, resolving to let him finish before you made any further assumptions.

"as i was going to say, you're different" he stated simply. you waited for him to elaborate because this could have meant anything, good or bad. "you're so good you know? perfect really. in all your time here you've made maybe one or two mistakes, all within your first week of work" he continued, "and that's exactly what i like about you" he finished carefully. he held your gaze, watching you fidget nervously. his words sent a warm rush of pleasure through your body, which settled low in your core. a semblance of hope returned to you—maybe you were going to keep your job after all.

before you had a chance to thank him for his praise, he asked, "tell me y/n, do you like working for me?" shifting the conversation. your eyes widened at the question. choi jong-in was a very generous employer to say the least. not only did he pay you more than any other job you’ve had, but he frequently bought you lunches without even asking, brought you coffee in the morning, and praised you like you’ve never been praised before. yes, generous he was.

“of course, you’re very kind and i’m treated better here than any other job i've had in the past so, thank you" you replied softly, hoping that he intended to keep you employed. he stood up from his armchair abruptly, and plopped himself down right beside you on the couch. you shifted nervously, waiting for his next move.

“you’re a sweet girl aren’t you?” he asked, his velvety voice alone enough to have you pressing your thighs together. and what a sweet girl you were. always so attentive and eager to please. you had everything done on time if not early, always complying with all of his requests and doing your best to make yourself useful to him. you blamed it all on his commanding presence but deep down you knew that there was more to it. you craved his attention, wanting nothing more than to hear sweet praises dripping from his lips when you did something right.

“i try my best” you replied, your voice shallow and breathless. when did it get so hot in here?

“you know what i’d like to know?” he asked, but before he let you answer, he continued, “i'd like to know what sweet girls like you look like when they come undone” he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. the air was thick with tension and somehow his lips found themselves mere inches from yours—you hadn’t even noticed how close he was to you until now. you felt heat pool in your lower stomach which you quickly noticed took form in the slick that coated your panties.

"s-sir" you uttered, no longer worried about your employment, your thoughts now clouded with excitement and lust. you hadn't realized how badly you actually wanted him until now. all those stolen glances in his office, the praises, the lunches, it wasn't just because he was being nice.

and that's when you felt the tension snap. his lips quickly met yours, kissing you with a hunger you somehow knew only you could have cured. you eagerly kissed back, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. how you'd go back to being boss and assistant after this? you didn't know. but in this moment nothing mattered but the feel of his soft, warm lips on yours. he tasted faintly of mint and cigarettes—as expected from a chainsmoker like himself.

jong-in broke the kiss momentarily. he stood, taking his blazer off and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his expensive golden watch. this man really did love luxury. the sight had you practically drooling. you unbuttoned a few buttons of your blouse in a pathetic attempt to escape the heat but you had a feeling this stifling heat would remain as long as a choi jong-in— a fire mage type hunter, was in your presence. you gasped when he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his torso as if on instinct. he walked you over to his desk, placing you down rather gently so you were sat on display for him, instantly squeezing your thighs together at the realization of how you looked, embarrassed to be in such a position in front of your boss. "ah ah, don't shy away from me" he cooed, gently tapping your thigh with two fingers, making you open your legs reluctantly.

and before you knew it, his lips were back on yours, claiming your mouth as his. you felt his fingers travel up and down your thigh, eventually reaching your soaked panties. "oh? if i had known you were this much of a slut i would have done this a lot earlier" he teased, pushing your panties aside and coating his slender fingers in your slick. "s-sir—ah" you moaned right before he pushed two ringed fingers inside of you while continuing to rub your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb. you whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back in pleasure, letting him play with you however he pleased.

he was pushing you close to the edge. you felt the buildup in your core waiting, begging to be released. "please, sir—ah, i'm going to cum" you whined, relishing in the pleasure he was giving you with just two of his fingers. "mmm, no you won't. not like this" he practically purred, a smirk of satisfaction plastered on his face. he pulled his fingers out of you right before you could finish, leaving you high and dry. "why not?" you asked while exhaling shaky breaths. you couldn't believe that choi jong-in, your boss, had you all worked up from just his fingers. "you'll see" he replied simply, once again leaving you questioning his true intentions.

he put one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, slowly pushing your back down on the desk and leaning over you. that's when you understood exactly what he meant. you gasped as he started placing soft, wet kisses down your neck, and unbuttoning your blouse to reach your chest. you closed your eyes shut, letting out soft mewls of pleasure as he wrapped his lips around your left nipple, licking it, sucking it, and kissing the soft skin around it. you felt an overwhelming need for him, from the teasing and edging earlier to this. you were unable to contain it any longer. "please sir, i need more" you keened, hoping he understood what 'more' meant. "more what? use your words sweetness" he murmured against your skin. "i need you inside me, please sir" you managed to utter, your cheeks flushing pink.

he removed his mouth from your tits, lifting his head to look at you through half lidded eyes. he chuckled, and without another word, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, where he stood at the edge of the desk. he lifted your skirt, bunching it up around your waist so he had better access. you propped yourself up on your elbows, wanting to admire him a little more. you felt another wave of pleasurable heat wash through you, settling in your already soaked panties at the mere sight of him unbuckling his belt. his eyes lingered on you, studying your reactions to his every move. he let the belt drop to the floor, moving to unbuckle his pants. your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, wondering how all of that was going to fit.

"are you ready baby?" he asked softly, hovering over you and slowly prodding your dripping entrance with his cock. you whimpered, bucking your hips impatiently. "so impatient" he muttered, slowly sliding his cock into your hole, filling every inch of you. "nngh sir—" you moaned, arching your back off the desk, trying to adjust to his girth. but he didn't move, and he wouldn't move until he heard his name roll off your tongue. "sir is used for business. does this—" he thrusted into you once making you gasp with pleasure, "feel like business to you?" he asked, smiling coyly. "n-no" you stammered. "what's my name?" he demanded, standing still, his cock buried deep inside you while he waited for his answer. "mr. choi" you replied, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. spoiler alert, it wasn't. "wrong." he thrusted into you again, making you suck in a sharp breath. "jong-in" you mewled at the pleasurable sensation of his dick hitting your sweet spot.

and that was what made him snap. the swore that the sound of his name on your lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. he pulled out slightly before slamming into you, making you cry out. he began pounding into you, one hand gripped your waist so hard you felt bruises forming and the other closed around your neck, choking you lightly. the feeling of the cold metal of his rings was a divine contrast for your burning skin. "fuck sweetness— you feel so good" he rasped, quickening his pace. his hair was messy, and his glasses had slid down his nose— the sight was purely erotic. you felt a flame ignite between your thighs, feeling yourself approaching your climax yet again, hoping that he would let you finish this time. "jong-in" you moaned breathlessly, unable to formulate a full sentence. "i know baby—fuck i'm gonna cum" he groaned, feeling his dick twitching with need inside of you. "ah—" you cried out, body going still as you finally felt the sweet release you were waiting so patiently for. jong-in followed, eyes shut and head hanging low, breathing heavy breaths while he finished inside of you.

as you came down from your high, your mind had started to clear and it finally dawned on you. oh my god. you had just fucked your boss, who was also the guild master of the most well known guild in the country. oh fuck. jong-in finally pulled out, buckling himself back up. he looked over at you, admiring the sight of you laying on his desk all fucked out—a sight he’d been waiting too long to produce. you sat up, looking up at him. he lifted a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over its soft flesh. “good girl, you did so well for me” he praised, his words enough to make you melt. you really did have a thing for praise. “thank you” you mumbled shyly, unsure of how things would be after this. nothing could be the same after sex this good. he tapped your cheek lightly before dropping his hand back to his side, walking across his office to his private bathroom. he spent a few minutes in there and stepped out, holding a wet, warm towel which he used to clean you up.

the stark contrast between how rough he’d been during the sex and how gently he was cleaning you up made your head spin. would he fire you now? was it good enough for him? was he going to do it again? “stop thinking so much” he muttered, pulling you back from your thoughts. “huh?” you asked, worried that you were speaking out loud the whole time. “you have that frown on your face. i’ve noticed you frown that way when you’re overthinking something” he explained. wow, he really was attentive. “sorry” you mumbled in response, still worried about your future at the guild and your future with him.

he finished cleaning you up and you slid off the desk, shocked to find that your heels had stayed on during this whole process. your feet hurt, so you opted to take them off, your height shortening by about 4 inches. he seemed even taller now. jong-in wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and leaned down. he kissed you softly, gently, reassuring you with just his lips. he pulled away, smiling, and said “now sweetness, tell me about those reports you brought in”. looks like you were keeping the job after all.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[squidsinashirt]

“Be nice now, it’s the only face I’ve got.”

It was a cheap attempt at humour and Gordon knew it; he also knew it was unlikely to be welcomed by its recipient, but it was a quip to buy him time.

Time to consider how exactly was best to answer her follow up question, given that everything he had prepared in his head was banking on Penelope being furious. Rather naively, he hadn’t expected anything else - and so the quieter question she presented him had thrown him entirely. Because it was more difficult to be as dismissive as he had planned to be when her voice had sounded like that.

Long enough to find his destination anyway - a hammock slung between two trees a little further up the shoreline, tucked into the beginnings of the thicket. He pulled himself into it with a grunt of effort (and tactfully ignored pain) and settled into the faded fabric with a sigh.

“Ah, I should’ve been more careful. The exo suit and my ribs took the worst of it, they’re… something. Looks like one of Virgil’s purple and blue impressionist attempts- Brains is less impressed with the state of the chest plate of the suit, but that’s what happens when unsecured cargo decides to go for a little slide in a sinking ship, right? I mean, who doesn’t double sling and hook a giant crate of engine parts on the off chance the ship tries to sink? Pretty sure that’s banksman basics, but you just can’t get the staff anymore. I guess I probably should’ve checked before I’d buried my head in the weld- Scott’s already had my head for that one, don’t worry- but time was a little on the short side, y’know? So, hey, anyway, we got everybody home safe, ship towed to port, one hundred and eighty three seats at the dinner table tonight. That’s something to celebrate, yeah?”

His mouth was already a lap ahead of him, running as it frequently did in the moments where he something to hide, something to cover. Something to smooth over before it could raise any worries. A habit he’d collected as a teenager with brothers that noticed everything, and one that he’d never lost, especially in the moments where there was something to lose.

Blue, blue eyes watched him through it all - that singular hue that seemed to be limited otherwise only to his dreams, because Gordon had seen the seas, the sky and even the stars, and he still had never found anything quite the same. Even awash in the light of the hologram, he knew it.

With something so different than her earlier rage written in them, yet just as intense. Worry. He hated her wearing worry even more than anger, it transpired curiously. Worry about him, more specifically - she was worried about him, again. They had had this conversation before in a thousand different ways- in words, in glances, in touches- but the look in her eyes is something new and Gordon leans into the burning desire to make it disappear.

God, and they’d been arguing half a day ago?

“M’fine, Penny. It’s just a bruise.”

:COMMS BEGIN:

Lady P,

Sorry for the early morning comms, hope this doesn’t wake you too early - I make it just after 5 your time.

We’re just finishing up a mission in the Persian Gulf - a luxury hotel collapsed overnight, on an island just offshore Doha. Only built two years ago, whole place is pretty new and shiny.

Been a rough night, Pen - fifteen we were too late to help, including two kids. Just families on vacation...

Anyway, victims are saying they felt tremors, it certainly looks like a quake from the debris now the sun is up and J is absolutely confident it came from beneath the sea bed (absolutely being a rather irritated direct quote, so I’m not asking again).

But… this isn’t a quake hot zone. It doesn’t make any sense, and there haven’t been any aftershocks either while we’ve been working. Five can’t get a good read because of the debris and mineral interference underground. The whole place is on top of the enormous old oil fields, and it sends the scanners haywire.

The company that owns the hotel has set my squid sense off though. Name’s Fulcra, I’ve sent you the profile on them. Ran by a guy named Randall Price. He’s a venture capitalist from Houston originally, but the company’s HQ is a London address. That’s as far as I’ve managed to get.

They own a couple of the small artificial islands around here that are being used as tourist hotspots. Think luxury waterfront villas on stilts kinda stuff, the hotel that’s collapsed was the biggest. Nice place, high end, lots of good dive spots.

This area’s all under a World Heritage protected marine environment permit for a biosphere reserve. They’ve spent decades trying to replenish the mangroves and coastal vegetation after what the oil fields and production did to the waters here, the aquatic populations are only just starting to rise comfortably. I didn’t understand how they even got permission for this sort of work but…

They’ve got a giant platform further out in the Gulf that’s supposedly ‘cleaning the sea’ and helping to replenish the sea bed. Seems to be some sort of agreement that they can build these resorts, in exchange for what appears to be green work. I tried to get a proper look at the platform in Four, out of interest, but they’ve got laser nets up. I got an autoturret my way for trying to go any further in the exosuit…

I’d like to think they’re just really protecting that biosphere, but I don’t get a nice eco-friend impression.

My gut says I’m getting Hydrexler vibes, and you were right about that oily CEO last time. I’m not sure I want to be right, but I do want to know what’s going on here… and I thought you might too, as our resident top agent with a passion for all things Earth-saving.

So, I thought I’d hand it over to you, and let you do what you do best - cosying up to the billionaires and getting them to spill the tea.

Lemme know if you know or find anything on them. We’re going to be here another couple of hours, finishing up stabilising the debris field and having another run through, and then heading back. S managed to get the Price guy on comms briefly, but he wasn’t much for talking. Maybe you’ll have more luck.

G 🦑

:COMMS END:

FIRST DATE?

The flickering light and the soft buzz from her compact device caught her off-guard. Penelope, who had positioned herself in an armchair beside her tall windows after giving up on sleep half an hour earlier, sat herself up a little straighter. The blanket which she’d wrapped around herself was pulled tighter to her frame as her eyes read the message.

The hour might have been earlier and, on any other day, Penelope might very well have still been sleeping, but today was different. She rubbed her tired eyes as they scanned Gordon’s words. At first, she’d hoped it had been something akin to a social call. She rather enjoyed those, especially when they came from Gordon, but the more she read, the more Penelope realised it was anything but that.

Her interest peaked as she reached Gordon’s conspiracy.

Her mouth grew dry when she reached Gordon’s information.

The blanket was thrown off her body and Penelope stood. With her comms device still in hand, her eyes still darting from left to right as she continued her reading, she crossed her bedroom and gently tugged on the bell. 

Minutes passed before a very sleepy Parker knocked on her bedroom door. Penelope, having only just finished Gordon’s message, opened it.

“Terribly sorry to wake you, Parker, but it seems we have a situation. I need you to cancel my schedule for today and then get me all we have on the company known as Fulcra. CEO is a man named Randall Price.”

“But, m’lady, that’s—”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, thank you, Parker. See if you can arrange a meeting of some kind, if that’s at all possible.”

Parker nodded, still more asleep than he was awake, before he trundled off down the hallway to make good of his ladyship’s requests.

Penelope returned to chair by the window and curled herself back up. The sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon as she typed out her reply.

COMMS BEGIN

@squidsinashirt, Thank you for your concern — I shall look into this and get back to you when I

Penelope ceased her typing and sighed. She knew it wasn’t fair to lie to him, not after her sent her looking. A moment or two passed before Penelope deleted her previous sentence and began to re-type it. 

COMMS BEGIN

Gordon,

This company?

I shall look into this as you requested but, I must warn you, you may not like what I find. Randall Price is… let us say a man I am already familiar with, or rather his business is. What I can tell you is that, for the most part, Fulcra is celebrated as a rather clean company, but that doesn’t always mean much — you were right to mention Hydrexler. The Persian Gulf was supposed to remain a protected marine environment, at least that was how I understood it. I’ll ask some of my World Heritage connections what they know too, see if I can get a bigger picture for you.

Give me a couple of days. I’ll try and, what was it you said? Cosy up to the billionaire? Get him to spill the tea? Parker is going to try and get me an appointment but, if that fails, I do have an alternative plan.

Do try and get some rest once you’ve finished up. The mission in Doha sounds like it’s been a terribly distressing situation for all involved. You know I am always here if you need to talk about it. Any of it.

I’ll be in touch once I hear something.

Stay safe, 

Penny x

COMMS END

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Once upon a time, names held weight. Penelope had thought that Scott’s name had simply been too tied up with International Rescue for Randall Price to give him the time of day… until she too was ushered away once the more difficult questions were asked. From her other sources, Penelope had heard only rave reviews of the company. Yet something felt… off.

It was just after dinner when Penelope began her second message to Gordon.

COMMS BEGIN

It's too clean. Not sure what’s going on but I definitely sense something. Plan B is in operation. Randall Price might not have wanted to speak to me today, but he did invite me to his Charity Ball this weekend — I’ll see if I can find out more then.

I’m hoping you returned home safe and sound and that you managed to have a good rest. I suppose it’s my turn to apologise if this message wakes you. 

Penny x

COMMS END

[justc2world]

In their model era

📸 richardmille

[sysig]

A few more “canon” designs, a few more new ones (Patreon)

[readwritealldayallnight]

‘Really really weird request, I know’

‘But could you please pick up a pregnancy test or two on your way home?’

‘I’ll explain when you’re here xx’

Gaz and Soap’s heads turn towards the sound of their Lieutenant dropping his phone to the floor.

“All good there, LT?” Gaz asks, watching as Ghost stands apparently stupefied to the spot where he stands, still staring at his empty hand where his phone had been.

“Look like you’ve seen a Ghost.” The Scot snickers to himself, earning an eye roll and a half-hearted swat to the chest from his fellow Sergeant.

Ghost finally snaps himself out of his shocked daze, grabbing his phone off the ground and silently sprinting out the door in the blink of an eye.

By the time he’s made it to his front door, a shopping bag carrying two of each brand of pregnancy test he could find at the closest shop dangling from his fist, Ghost is scrambling to get his key in the lock and find you wherever you are in the flat.

The normally ever so stoic man finds himself struggling with the mundane task, his mind in a frenzy over the idea of there being a baby inside you. A baby he put inside you.

It seems you’ve been just as eager for his return home, because you hear him at the door, unlocking and swinging it open for him.

“Oh thank god you’re here. She’s been a wreck all morning, hasn’t let me leave her to run to the shop myself.” You blabber, standing up on your tippy toes to quickly press a kiss to his still mask covered cheek, snatching the bag from his hand at the same time.

He is standing there stunned, when he spots who he recognizes as your best friend sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by wadded up tissues, obviously appearing as though she had just been crying.

“What-”

“She’s worried it’s her ex boyfriend. From before they had broken up.” You whisper quickly in his ear, thinking that you’re simply catching him up to speed as to why he had to go and fetch a test for your friend to use.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve turned Simon’s world upside down for the second time today, all in less than a half hour.

As he watches you walk towards your friend with the dozens of tests in hand, he wonders if he can’t stash away a few for the two of you to put to use yourselves.