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op-peccatori · 5 years ago

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Ruffled Feathers (nsfw) | MLQC Victor

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 5900

Summary: You’re aware that you're dating a man who doesn't lose his cool easily; it's a trait you've come to appreciate about him. However, that doesn't stop you from trying to ruffle his feathers every chance you get. What happens when your latest attempt at poking does wake the bear?

a/n: *looks at all my WIPs* ok time to write another Victor thirstfic!! I actually dreamt of the smut part and had a tough time writing everything that comes before lol. I'm gonna have to come back and edit this properly

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Tags/Warnings: explicit content and explicit dialogue, PWP, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), spanking, somewhat rough and dom Victor, MC pushing buttons

Thursday

The soft pitter-patter of rain falls across the courtyard, bringing the hint of a chill with it.

You run through the hallways, cursing your lack of foresight; you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Victor and Goldman are dropping in on the set, and you want to be the one to welcome them. After all, it's not every day that your boyfriend finds the time to come meet you. You try to calm the rapid fluttering in your stomach–you're going to leave for a work trip in the morning, and you're going to be tied up on set until late in the night. He's just trying to get a little more time with you, just as you requested.

As a set of all too familiar shoulders come into view, you fight the urge to speed up and slow to a walk instead, unable to help the widening of your smile as you meet his eyes. His severe expression softens minutely, his mouth perking up as he meets you halfway, a strange tension buzzing between you both as you waver between options, each more formal than the previous. Throwing yourself into his arms like you want to is out of the question; there's no need to add fuel to the fire. You know people are curious about the nature of your relationship, and whether or not it goes beyond professional.

You settle for beaming up at him, waving at Goldman when he pops out from behind him. "I'm glad to see you both!" You're also grateful when Goldman takes Victor's umbrella and hurries ahead, under the pretence of wanting to inform the director of their arrival himself. He leaves you both smiling at each other as you follow at a much slower pace.

"How are you?" he asks quietly. His expressions slips into something fonder as you sigh loudly.

"Tired. Hungry. Borderline homicidal," you answer honestly. "What about you?" "It was a smooth day. I brought you some food, I thought we could eat together."

Once again, you fight the urge to hug him. Instead, with a quick glance around, you reach out and take his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. His hand is warm under your touch, and you wish you could just wrap yourself around him and bask in his warmth. The way his shirt stretches over his chest doesn’t help matters in the slightest, and you wonder if he’d left the jacket behind on purpose.

"That would be lovely, Victor." You pause when you realize there's a sudden stillness in the air, one you're more than familiar with. Fingers curve around your jaw and with your heart kicking into gear, you look up in time to see him leaning in, slotting your lips together firmly. As his arm slides around your waist, affection morphs into a hot liquid that pools in your abdomen. With the rain frozen still behind you, you press up against him, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your hands coming to rest over his chest. It's relief, it's like putting warm socks on after a shower, and you just want to sink into him. The want that has been creeping around in your body finally settles down.

A sound of a complaint leaves your lips when he pulls away, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. "Now, how about you show me around?"

After that kiss, all you really want to do is find an empty room. But it also reminds you of what you've been toying with in your head all day, so you agree with a smile only slightly dazed. Victor smiles back, unaware of the devious ideas you've been playing with, and takes a small step away. Well, it can't be helped. You won't get to be alone with Victor for another week, and chances like this one are too rare to pass up.

With a kernel of regret in your heart, you lead your oblivious boyfriend further into the building.

Monday

All chatter in the room ceases as he walks in, some of the occupants scurrying out of the room and some greeting him meekly. You watch quietly as Goldman leaves your side and hurries to his, informing him of all the meetings scheduled for the day.

You watch, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, and wait. Your patience is rewarded when he glances your way: the slightest of pauses in his stride, a twitch of his mouth, the softening of his eyes. It's taken a considerable amount of time for you to become familiar with the minute changes in his expression; it took a lot of testing, a lot of risks, and you hoard this knowledge jealously. He says something to Goldman while still looking at you before he walks through the doors to his office.

Goldman relaxes slightly and walks back over to sit at his desk. "You've got fifteen minutes. He's such a generous man, isn't he? You're a lucky girl!"

'Or he knows I didn't get enough sleep last night and need this cup.' Goldman eyes the little smile on your face suspiciously. "Actually, never mind."

"Well, actually, Goldman," you begin with a sweet smile. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

"No."

"You don't even know what it is."

"With the kind of face you're making? I don't want to know."

"Oh, c'mon! It's just a little favour. And it's for Victor too!" you cajole softly, and he slumps slightly. "I just wanted to know his schedule for Thursday."

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" he asks confusedly, adjusting his glasses nervously.

You roll your eyes. "Then it wouldn't be much of a surprise would it?"

"Hmm. And it's something he'll like?" You feel a stab of guilt at how sincere he looks, but it's not like you're planning something terrible. It's just something new, that's all.

"Oh, trust me. He'll like it," you say, unable to help the little smirk that curls along your mouth. You're not sure what Goldman interprets from that, because he looks a little nauseous.

"Right. I regret asking," he sighs. "Well, he's got a few calls and meetings scheduled in the morning, but he does have some time after 5."

"Perfect."

Thursday

And so, having ensured you have some space to yourself, you invited Victor for a short visit to the set. You're filming a fantasy show here, and tomorrow you'll be off to visit other potential shoot locations. You weren't expecting Goldman to tag along, but you figure he's more or less part of the gang now, and knows better than to interrupt your time with his boss–mostly because he would rather not know what you're doing. You've done most of your work, and with Anna stopping by, you're not exactly required to stick around to supervise. With a quick meal, you begin the tour.

You're careful as you lead Victor to different parts of the building. It's an older building on the outskirts of the city, and the lighting leaves much to be desired. But the stonework is beautiful, as are the paintings hanging in the halls. You can't tell if the house had actual floorplans because the rooms and staircases seem to have been constructed at random places. You pass by the windows, admiring the plants in the courtyard that are bright in the soft rain, and as you walk to a quieter part of the building, you reach for his hand, curling your fingers around his firmly. Stepping into your favourite part of this odd little mansion, you show him the room you stop by every time you feel the urge to cry or rage.

There are mirrors of various shapes and sizes on all four walls, and the first time you had come in here you had been so dizzy you'd nearly missed a window in the corner. You had dragged an armchair in here, positioning it in front of the window that had its own private little view of the courtyard. As you declare the room as your spot, an excited skip in your step, Victor eyes you speculatively.

"You sounded a little haggard when we spoke yesterday," he begins, glancing at the door as you step closer and wrap your arms around him. "Yet, you seem almost cheerful now."

"Ah, well," you laugh nervously, a sliver of triumph slithering through you. You turn your head until you can see your reflection in few of the mirrors, the way Victor’s hand slips down to cup your ass before he seems to catch himself and bring it back to safer territory. "Yesterday was pretty rough. But, well. I have my ways of cheering myself up."

"Pancakes?"

'Well, that too.' You smile into his shirt, inhaling the subtle tones of his cologne. The familiar scent relaxes something in you, nearly making regret your plans of breaking this peaceful atmosphere. "Not quite."

He doesn't respond, merely waiting for you to come out with it. Your pulse quickens as you peer up at him sheepishly, hoping the expression isn't too exaggerated. "Well, I was so tense, you know. I needed something to take the edge off. So...you remember that voice note you once sent me?"

You wait for it to click, and you know the exact moment it does, the slight parting of his lips giving him away. "Yes."

"It helped me take care of things."

"Take care of things," he repeats, his hands flexing where they rest on your back.

"Uh, yeah. It's quite effective, I really have to thank you for that! Never fails to bring me to-"

"How often do you...use it?" he cuts you off, hands tightening their grip on you. You blink at his strained tone, adopting a look of slight confusion.

"...often enough. Is there a problem?" You pat yourself on the back for how concerned you manage to sound, snapping to attention when Victor scowls at you.

"Not a problem. But...why don't you just call me?"

"Sometimes I just wake up wanting you." You shrug casually and try to take a measured step away from him, but he doesn't let you, pulling you close to brush his lips over the tender spot underneath your ear.

"Then next time, call me," he murmurs, pressing soft yet insistent kisses down your neck as if trying to emphasise on how much he means it.

"Victor-" you try to protest, hoping dearly that your smile doesn't break free.

"I don't care. This is my job. Call me."

With cheeks warming at his stern tone, you laugh and begin to walk out of the room. "Fine, I'll try. But it won't be possible all the time, you know."

"Why not?" he asks, following you with a deep frown crinkling his forehead.

"Well, I'm going away tomorrow, and who knows what schedule will be like?" You do. "And I can't always disturb you."

A hand curls around your arm, pulling you back into the room just as you exit it. You crash against him when he drags you back towards him, his arms tight around you and keeping you in his hold. You're half expecting the way he kisses you, the way his tongue curls around yours demandingly, the moan it draws from you. Fingers tangle in your hair, keeping you in place for him to plunder your mouth greedily–but then it turns softer than you would like it to. His eyes are clear of any irritation when he pulls back, the dark hints of desire swept away quickly.

"I guess I can understand that. But I hope you know I'm always here to take care of anything you need," he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. You nod dumbly, not having expected him to be so agreeable.

"So, is this you giving me permission to finger myself to your voice anytime I want?" you joke weakly. His fingers dig into your skin for a moment, almost painfully, but his expression is still clear when you look at him again.

"You don't need my permission. Again, I do hope you'll make use of your willing boyfriend more often, hm?" he teases you lightly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You're rendered speechless by his inaction. He isn't tempted in the slightest, and you're not sure if you should be offended. No dragging you in front of the mirrors, demanding you to show him exactly how you touch yourself. He leads you out of the room, completely unruffled.

As you both head back to check on the crew, one last thought occurs to you. The final card. You pull your phone out quickly, opening Victor's chat and tapping the icon for attaching images.

“In the spirit of full disclosure,” you begin, watching everyone run around as they pack up, and then you hit send. “It happened yesterday too, in the afternoon.”

Victor stops in his tracks as his phone vibrates. “But you were here yesterday afternoon.” He's still distracted by your words as he checks his messages, and you assume that's why he doesn't realize what he's looking at right away. You barely catch the way his breath hitches in his throat and his fingers tighten around the device, his fixed on the screen.

“Mhm. I was just so tense.” You study him as several emotions flit through his eyes in quick succession, and then his expression smooths out into something carefully measured and blank as he puts his phone back in his pocket, giving you a tight smile.

“Glad I could help.”

You feel like screaming, and not in the way you wanted to. Your grand plans of making Victor snap, lose control and take you in a shadowed corner of the building have turned to dust. Not even a picture of you, reflected in several mirrors with your hand up your skirt, could do it. And you'd wasted so much time on experimenting with the angles too. The aesthetic! Not even a compliment? You watch sullenly as the director comes up to him, drawing him into a chat easily.

‘I mean, I tried,’ you think resignedly, and go help with pack up. 'What does a girl have to do to get some dick around here?' Your shoulders remain slumped with disappointment throughout the process of wrapping up, and it's only when everyone's trickling out that the first seeds of doubt begin to bloom. The sky has cleared up and the fresh smell of rain still lingers in the air when you turn to the director.

"I'll see you in the morning?"

Jason nearly trembles with the force of what looks like excitement. "Actually, ___!Oh, we're so lucky–we don't have to go!"

"What do you mean? We still need to finalize the next location," you ask with no small amount of confusion. You've already packed.

"Yes, but I was just talking to Victor, and I think we’ve found the perfect location! We can go next week, he said he'll take care of it."

"He will?" you ask numbly, turning to the man in question who has just stepped up to stand next to you.

"Yes! I'll text you the details. I'm so glad you invited him. Thank you!" He takes your hands in his and shakes them enthusiastically, contrasting greatly with the sinking sensation in your gut. "What a great man!"

You watch mutely as he turns to Victor, who waves off the other man's praises with a small smile. A hand settles briefly on your shoulder, and you turn around to see Anna grinning at you. "Need a ride back home?"

"Yeah, actually-" you pause and look back over your shoulder, your eyes locking with a pair reminiscent of wild storms. "Uh, I think Victor's going to take me home."

"Oh?" Anna asks just as a hand settles on your lower back.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll get her home in one piece," Victor assures her, an odd twinkle in his eye as Anna laughs in response.

"Oh, you two! Alright, have a good night."

You wish everyone else a good night, aware of the curious eyes boring into your backs as you both walk away. Your heart thumps loudly as you wait for him to say something, but Victor only makes idle chit-chat as he drives. How you feel about the filming, the cast, the predicted responses. He's at complete ease. It's when you're back in the main city, and you've relaxed into your seat. that he chooses to ask you something different.

"I was wondering if you'd like to stay over tonight. Now that you're free tomorrow, I mean." His tone remains casual, his eyes staying on the road as you perk up. "We haven't gotten much time together this month."

"Oh?"

"I baked something new yesterday, it would be nice if you could try it too," he tells you.

"Yeah, I think that's perfect!" you acquiesce at once, the prospect of getting to eat food cooked by him convincing you easily. Hopefully, after you've gotten to taste other things. "I've really missed you."

"Mm, I know." He flashes you a quick smile. "My babygirl's been misbehaving too. I think I need to make time for a quick lesson, no?"

For a moment, you think you've misheard. Your stomach tightens, and there are no words you can come up with in response, so you remain quiet. Even as he pulls up to his building and anticipation begins to pump through you like a slow drug, you think you could've imagined his words. There's an almost placid look on his face as you both enter the elevator, while you're sure you look like a nervous wreck. You shouldn't be anxious, you're getting exactly what you wanted. You've been feeling so needy it's pathetic, and Victor's going to take care of it.

Except, it didn't go according to plan, did it? You messed with him, but you had planned for him to have enough time and space to cool down while you were away. You hadn't expected him to derail the whole plan so easily.

His phone rings as he opens the door to his penthouse, and he takes the call. Thinking it must be important for him to answer right away, you take this chance to try and sneak away.

"Oh, ___?" You halt right away, but you can't bring yourself to see his expression. He's pressing the phone to his chest in an attempt to muffle his words. He drags a knuckle across the soft skin of your cheek, before a finger under your chin tilts your head up until you can look at him; he looks amused by your nervous demeanour. "Go freshen up. I want you in the living room in twenty minutes."

"O-okay." You're a little embarrassed by the high pitch of your voice, and as you hurry to his bathroom your mind races through the possibilities. An apology would have to be made, but it wouldn't be enough for him to let you off the hook. At this point, you can only appeal to the soft spot he has for you. With that thought in mind, you rush to his closet.

You clean up as well as you can within your time limit, braiding your hair back quickly, your face clear of any makeup. As you walk back into the living room, you see Victor sitting on the sofa, tapping away at his phone. Stopping by the kitchen to get you both some water, you remain silent as you come to a stop beside him and wait.

When he finally turns his phone off and leans back, you rush to get the words out. "Um, Victor, I-I'm really sorry about earlier today...I didn't mean to make you angry.”

He studies you from underneath thick lashes, stretching his neck and taking in the way the hem of his shirt falls to the middle of your thighs and the way your fingers play with it in a well-crafted picture of remorse. "I'm not angry."

"What?" you watch as he sips his water calmly.

"I'm not angry," he repeats, even though you think the dark look in his eyes says otherwise. "I understand why you did what you did."

"You do?" You curse your inability to form full sentences.

"Like I said, we've both been busy this month," he gestures for you to take a seat next to him. "You must've been frustrated."

Relief washes over you at the understanding in his voice. "I-yeah. I'm sorry. I should've just told you." He simply nods, stroking your cheek tenderly. Just as you begin to smile, his hand cups your jaw tightly, preventing any more words from leaving your lips. His grip his firm enough for your cheeks to feel squished, your lips forced into a pout. Your heart skips and drops as the tranquil curtain of his expression falls away, leaving behind something much more austere.

"Yes, you should have. I'm not angry about you touching yourself to the sound of my voice," he says, the gentleness in his tone slowly transitioning into fierceness. "I'm glad I could help." He leans into your space, his gaze locked on you, your eyes widening with panic. "What I don't appreciate is you trying to play games with me. And touching yourself in public? Where someone could have seen?"

You try to shake your head, somehow trying to convey the fact that you had been careful.

"The very thought of it..." he exhales forcefully and releases your jaw, leaning back a bit. "Now, come."

You're not completely sure he means what you think, and the thought of it sends fear and excitement racing through you. You hadn't expected things to take this turn, for him to have seen through your games so easily and taken steps to ensure you couldn't see them through. As he pats his thigh, you crawl over his lap, positioning yourself carefully until you're lying across it. He runs a hand over your back, caressing the back of your head lovingly as you try not to tremble.

"No need to be nervous. You've told me yourself–I'm a good teacher." His tone remains calm as his hand wanders over your body, sliding down the length of your spine to stroke your thighs before pulling the shirt up and dragging your underwear down roughly, baring your ass to him. Nimble fingers stroke and squeeze the plump flesh of your rear, and your breath begins to grow heavy. "Did you really think you could get away with it?"

His hand comes down on your skin in an open-handed blow, not too hard, and you jolt more from the surprise than the sting. You manage to bite back a whimper, and the way Victor's hand massages the skin feels like approval. His hand is warm, and the other settles over the back of your neck, as you rest your head over hands that clutch at the cushion.

"Tell me what you did wrong." Another slap, this time on the other cheek.

"I-I played games." You yelp at the hard smack delivered over the top of your thigh, right where it meets your ass. Your cheeks feel uncomfortably hot–both the sets.

"I know you can do better than that," he coaxes, his tone wicked. You whimper softly as he massages the stinging skin, squirming on his lap until his hand squeezes with a warning.

"I tried t-to tease you," you whisper, and he hums in approval.

"Yes, you were a filthy girl today. Tormenting me with thoughts of coming just by listening to an old voice not. And that picture," he growls. You expect the strong smack this time, your eyes brimming with tears as you try to breathe steadily. "And what should you have done instead?"

"I should've been honest." You hasten to continue when he pinches your prickling skin. "I should've told you how...how badly I needed it."

A smack, and the tears spillover. "Needed what?"

"Y-your cock, sir." It slips out automatically, and you know he likes it when he spends more time soothing your flesh.

"And the picture? Touching yourself where anyone could have walked in?" Smack. "All because you were hungry for my cock. All you had to do was ask." Smack.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I thought you w-would like it." You part your legs as his hand ventures further down; you wince when you hear him click his tongue and feel him yank at your underwear hard enough to tear it in half. In a rare show of mercy, two of his fingers probe your entrance, although you're immensely embarrassed when you realize how wet you are.

He sighs loudly, sounding disappointed. "Here I am, trying to teach you something, and look at you. You're dripping." If you hadn't known him as well as you do, you wouldn't have been able to detect the pleased edge to his voice. "Answer me honestly. If I hadn't put a stop to your misbehaviour, would you have continued while you were away?"

You freeze in place, blinking through the blurriness as you remember the videos you had planned to film while you were beyond his reach. A gentle pinch of your clit has you moaning, scrambling to get hold of your thoughts, which becomes more difficult when his finger pushes into you.

"I want an answer."

"Y-yes, sir. I was going to..." He continues to slide his finger in and out, rubbing along your walls firmly.

"More pictures?"

"Yes...and videos," you whimper. He only hums thoughtfully, pulling his finger out, and in the next second, he delivers a loud smack on your throbbing cunt.

You can only sob as your mind blanks, trembling in earnest as you struggle to breathe. "I-I'm sorry, sir. Please...I'll be good, I-I promise."

"Shh," he slides two fingers along your heat, rubbing gently. "What do you want?"

"Please...please make me come," you beg, squeezing your walls tightly. The drag of his fingers over your slit is slow, achingly slow, but you don't dare move.

"Alright. Mouth?" The thought of his tongue on you nearly makes you come right there, but you manage to remember what you had been aiming for earlier.

"Could I...could you..." you stumble over your words, frustrating yourself more, but the hand now stroking the stinging flesh of your rear is patient. "Please fuck me. Please. Please."

"Hmm. We'll see." He manoeuvres your body until you're curing into his chest and you feel as if you could pass out from the force of your relief–until he continues. "But first, get on your knees."

You know your face is set in disbelief and despair as you lock eyes with him, but he just gazes back steadily. You know it's better to go along with what he says and be rewarded. You've had enough of the punishment, and you'll do whatever it takes to get to the goal. With his help, you're soon kneeling between his legs, grateful for the plush rug cushioning your knees. Victor continues to look at you expectantly, prompting you to unbuckle his belt as swiftly as you can. Before you can unzip him, he stops you.

"Not yet."

Uncertain of what he means, you remove your hand from his crotch. His fingers slide into your hair, tightening until you feel the sting, and pull you forward until your nose brushes against the soft fabric of his pants. You can feel the way it strains against the restricting cloth, and it makes your mouth water. You mouth at his clothed erection and he loosens his grip on your hair, content to watch you trace his bulge with your lips for a long moment.

"Now."

You scramble to obey, unzipping him with shaky fingers and pulling his pants down along with his boxer briefs, eyes fixed on the way his cock bounces, it's head glistening temptingly. You can't help the hungry kisses you plant along his muscled thighs, barely refraining from sinking your teeth into the firm skin. Resting your chin on his knee, you peer up at him for the next order.

Victor inhales sharply, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good girl. Suck." The first taste of him on your tongue is salty, and you suck on his tip softly, pleased at the soft groan he lets you hear. "Deeper. Don't use your hands." You take his cock in until it hits the back of your throat, trying to relax your jaw around it. As you begin to bob your head up and down, his hips begin to thrust shallowly. Your fingers dig into your thighs, fighting the urge to touch him, and you keep a smooth pace.

Until a hard thrust has you choking on his length, over and over again.

"See, that's the problem, babygirl," he growls, cupping the back of your head as his cock hits the back of your throat painfully. "If you insist on acting like a disobedient slut, then I'm going to have to treat you like one."

You're unsure if you're really crying or if your eyes are just watering from the force of his thrusts–not that it really matters. He stills when he's deep in your mouth, watching you struggle to breathe and keep your mouth open. "You have to show me you deserve to have my cock in you."

He pulls out of your mouth, his fingers pumping his length urgently as you cough pitifully. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out."

His words are a hot jolt in your core, and you obey him immediately, with your eyes still watery and your jaw still aching. Your walls squeeze around nothing as he comes on your tongue, and despite your attempts at catching all of it, some dribbles down your chin and cheek. And still, you wait.

"Swallow." You do so, wiping the rest off your skin as best you can and licking it off your fingers. Every bit of it seems worth it when you see the glazed look in Victor's eyes, and the little smile curving his lips up as he watches you lick enthusiastically.

He pulls you back onto his lap, holding you close and rubbing your back gently as you accept the glass of water he hands you, taking only a small sip before slumping into his chest. You stay there for a while, your ear pressed against the skin over his heart, and you feel it gradually slow down from its quick thumping.

You gather the remnants of your resolve and tug at his shirt. "Sir–pease fuck me." You feel him pause against you, and then shake as he begins to laugh.

"Ah, you're so greedy, sweetheart. You want my cock that badly?" he teases, as if he doesn't already know how desperate you are.

"Yes. Please."

"And what if I don't want to give it to you?"

You know you're way past feeling any embarrassment when tears pool in your eyes, the depth of your need endless and the prospect of it remaining unanswered terrifying. "Please, please, I'll be good, I'll do anything." Thumbs sweep away the tears sliding down your cheeks, and you feel his lips on your forehead.

"Don't worry, I was just teasing," he assures you, his previously rough tone taking on a soothing note. "I could never leave my babygirl in such a state. You've more than earned it." He helps you slide your knees apart until they rest on either side of his hips, kissing you softly the whole time. As he pushes through your swollen lips, sliding into the hilt with little resistance, you think you could stay like this for the rest of your life, keeping his cock inside you and his arms around you. He pulls you to rest against him, adjusting himself until he's able to begin thrusting with progressively stronger thrusts. "Is this what you wanted?"

You moan nearly incoherently, nodding fervently. His hands cup your ass, and the nexus between the pleasure from him fucking you and the pain from the stinging skin of your ass makes your eyes roll back into your head. He uses the grip on your cheeks to bounce you on his cock, syncing the motion with his thrusts. "A-all I wanted..."

"It's yours. All you have to do..." he presses his face into your hair, driving his hips up into yours relentlessly. "...is ask." He keeps you in place with one arm, and then there are fingers rubbing tight circles into your clit and beginning the start of your end, as you begin to shatter into pieces. You forget everything but the heat pumping into you, working you through the daze, warm arms and soft lips slowly putting you back together. You barely register the deep groaning he's unable to suppress as his pace kicks up to rush to the finish line, as you press lazy kisses up his throat.

"Could I ask for one more thing?" Your voice is barely a whisper, and your lips brush against his earlobe, teeth scraping against the tender skin as he gasps. "Sir?"

"Anything," he rasps out, the flush on his cheeks spreading down to his chest. "Anything."

"Could you come in me?" you murmur. "Just...fill me up. Till the last drop. Please?"

You can't help but smile at the curse that leaves his mouth, and the bruising kiss he pulls you into as he fulfils your request, his thick seed filling you in quick, hot spurts. Neither of you pulls away even once he grows soft within you, losing yourselves in the meeting of your mouths until you can’t keep your head up and let it fall onto his shoulder.

“I’ve got you. You did so well, sweetheart,” Victor murmurs into your hair as you smile sleepily. “Let’s get some lotion on this cute butt, hmm?”

The laugh you’re startled into turns into pained croaks as your throat protests the action.

“And some tea, I see. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?” He carries you to the bedroom carefully, holding you close as if in possession of priceless jewels. You spread out over his bed on your stomach, letting your body melt into the sheets. A pleased sound leaves your lips when you feel him rub the cool lotion into your abused skin.

You’re not aware of how much time has passed when you’re startled awake, and look up to see Victor smiling apologetically at you from his seat at the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You crawl forward towards him, letting him pull you up so you can curl into a ball between his legs. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, the cotton fabric soft and soothing on your skin. “I made you some tea.”

The first sip is painful, but within a few more you’re able to swallow with some relief. “Thank you.”

“Let me know if you feel up to eating something.”

“Mm.” With the taste of honey on your tongue, you nuzzle his neck as he pulls a blanket over you. His arms are warm and reassuring around your tired body. “I wanted to have sex in the mirror room.”

“I know.”

“Mean.”

“I’m not that easy, darling,” he says imperiously, soft lips brushing your temple. “If you want me to drop my pants in public, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

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deeperdark · 5 years ago

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↳ joel pimentel

about: joel has a bit more of a jealous streak than he’d like to admit

author’s note: thank you for 400 followers? that’s so crazy? also i guess this goes out to miss @peachyvinyl because i didn’t know your name was lara until after i finished this lol enjoy

warning: mature content [dom!joel, choking, daddy kink, light bondage, sex toy usage, raw sex (wear condoms, folks), spit kink]

word count: 3k

richard had been eyeing her all night, watching the way she swirled her hips to the music that was blaring through the speakers in the living room. she looked so fucking delectable and he was just dying for a taste. she was always fairly receptive of his flirting, sometimes throwing a line or two back at him, so he figured tonight may as well be the night to act on it.

only, it wasn’t that simple. lara wasn’t richard’s for the taking in the way he thought she was; she and joel had been seeing each other— naked— for weeks and just hadn’t told anyone yet. joel prided himself on his discretion, believing that things of the sexual variety should be kept between partners instead of broadcasted for other people to know about. and lara knew this before getting involved with him, being one of his best friends, and he always had been quiet about his sexual escapades: which for some reason led her to believe that he was on the vanilla side, soft and romantic, and even a bit submissive. but she was sorely mistaken.

“that outfit, nena... it’s just not fair.” richard’s eyes raked her body shamelessly, wedging his bottom lip between his teeth as he caught her attention.

she giggled as her dancing slowed came to a halt, her hand reaching up to adjust the shirt strap of her matching pink set. “i have my moments.”

“they’re more than just moments, trust me.” heat flooded her face as he stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as the song changed to one of his current favorites: reggaeton by j balvin. “dance with me?”

lara couldn’t find it in herself to say no, too entranced by his body and demeanor to turn down the chance to dance so intimately. he swiftly turned her around so she faced away from him, the fluidity of the beat washing through them as they danced. she moved her hips in sync with his, letting him guide her to the beat both meticulously and effortlessly. he started to get a bit too handsy for it to just be for the sake of the dance but she loved it, her heart racing at the way his fingers curled around her frame. right as the song started to slow down he gripped her tighter, rotating his hips towards her in long suave strides.

joel didn’t like it one bit. he was watching from the kitchen, crumpled cup of water in hand as he watched them occupy the dance floor. he couldn’t storm up to them in a jealous rage without exposing his exploits with lara, so he focused on his breathing and waited for their two and a half minutes to end. when it did, she parted from him breathlessly with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. he couldn’t make out what she was saying to him but he was praying it wasn’t something along the lines of asking him for another dance.

he couldn’t bear being a bystander any more, abandoning his cup on the countertop before making his way over to the two. “hey, lara, i didn’t know you were still here. thought you said you were going home.” there was a certain glint in his eyes that told her not to embarrass him. they both very knew well that she hadn’t said anything about going home and that joel was just looking for an out.

she ignored his pressing gaze. “guess i got... distracted.”

“well i can give you a ride, i was just about to head out.”

richard cocked his eyebrow, picking up on the slightly territorial vibe that joel was giving off. he figured it probably had something to do a crush joel had on lara, the sting of unrequited love getting to the younger boy. he was going to interject, telling joel to chill out and let them enjoy themselves. but lara stepped in, flashing a smile at the both of them. “yeah! that’d be great, thanks.”

neither of them said anything on the car ride back to her apartment. lara wasn’t sure if he was mad or just wanted to pull her away from the party scene to have her all to himself. she normally would’ve rested her hand against the tight muscle of his thigh, a soothing gesture as he drove with only one hand bothering to grip the steering wheel. but she wasn’t sure of his intentions so she kept to herself, watching the cars they passed in the late hours of the night.

he got out of the car first, not mad enough to skip opening the car door for her or placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked up to her place. she keyed them in quickly, slipping out of her heels before locking the door behind them. joel wordlessly headed to her bedroom and that was lara’s cue to follow, her heart rate spiking and panties soaking as she trailed behind him.

joel stripped himself of his t-shirt, tossing it near her hamper out of habit. the full length mirror adjacent her bed caught his immediate attention, pulling her to rest against his chest as he stood in front of it. “do you like upsetting me, nena?” she shook her head slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes as he reprimanded her. “nuh-uh, up. tell me, do you like acting up?” his hand wrapped around her chin, forcing her head up so she’d look at him through the mirror.

“n-no, i don’t, i’m sorry.”

his grip on her tightened as his other hand drifted against the front of her skirt, pressing against her core. “then tell me, baby, why did you tonight? why’d you dance with him instead of me?” she knew better than to explain herself to him. he didn’t really care if richard propositioned her or that the dance didn’t mean all that much to her. joel wasn’t looking for her excuses or justifications, he just wanted her to make up for it.

he unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles as he pulled the top off of her languidly. he licked his lips at the sight of her breasts on full display, letting his hands wander to tweak her nipples. she let out a sigh of content at the contact, pressing her ass against him. if he was in that mood he wouldn’t have let that slide, and most certainly would’ve punished her for doing anything without his permission.

“get on your knees.” she dropped down to her knees for him, staring at his commanding stance through the mirror. he looked dangerously calm as he palmed himself through his joggers, eyes fixated on her gorgeous body. “who do you belong to, babygirl?”

he joined her on the carpeted flooring, pushing down on her back to request for her to get on all fours. she winced as he pulled down her panties and spanked her roughly, not at all satisfied by her hesitance to respond. “you.”

“damn right.” he pushed down his pants and boxers just far enough to free his throbbing cock, lining up with her entrance before abruptly pushing in. his hips jutted forward until he bottomed out, hands reaching up to grasp her breasts. “get yourself off on me, princess.”

she thought it was a trap, some malicious trick that she’d be punished for acting upon. her only options were to either ask him if he was serious or to simply oblige, the former most likely leading her to punishment for questioning him. so she leveled herself on her hands, grabbing onto the short fibers of the carpet for support as she rolled her hips back onto him.

“that’s it, that’s a good girl.” he nudged her chin upward, locking eyes with her in the mirror as she continued to work her ass backwards. “look at yourself, you’re so pretty getting yourself off on me.”

lara couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth, a desperate cry for more than what she was getting. she couldn’t ask him for more because that would be greedy, and he was already being gracious enough by letting her use him for her own pleasure after what she pulled with richard. but the curly red-haired man was far from her mind as joel kissed along her shoulder, letting his tongue dance against her warm skin as she tried to imitate the feeling he so easily gave her.

joel’s hands latched onto her waist as he started to thrust into her, his hips smacking against her ass mercilessly. her moans were spewing out of her at an alarming rate as he held onto her, her arms starting to give out as he picked up speed. there was the feeling she couldn’t replicate no matter how hard she tried, the intoxicating sensation of his cock filling her up so perfectly. “i’m the only one who can make you feel this good, baby. remember that.” he pulled her up by her hair, turning her head just a bit so he could whisper in her ear. “you gonna cum for daddy? like the little slut you are?”

she was chanting yes like was the only word she knew. lara was expecting him to pull away at any minute now, changing his mind and refusing to let her cum just yet: but he didn’t. he continued the delicious assault on her core all the way through her orgasm, clenching around him repeatedly as her eyes threatened to shut. “keep them open. look at me, nena.”

she pried her eyes open, keeping her eyes on him in her completely blissed out state. he loved seeing her like that, completely and utterly fucked for him and only him. his thrusts slowed to a stop before he pulled out of her, helping her to her feet as he rose to his. “get on the bed.”

joel retrieved one of the silk scarves she often fashioned around her hairline and something else she couldn’t see, glancing over to where she lay sprawled out for him. her breathing was still ragged as she recovered from the first state of euphoria, lips flushed a deeper pink as she awaited his next move. a chuckle tumbled past his lips at the soft gripe she croaked out upon seeing him finish undressing himself, his beautiful thighs calling her name. all it took was the slight shake of his head for her to know that she wouldn’t be getting that from him anytime soon. he settled between her legs on his stomach, grouping her hands together to rest atop her belly before tying them together with the tender fabric. “i promise i’ll be so good, daddy.”

“mmm, i know you will be.” joel pushed himself up on his hands to kiss her, his tongue overpowering hers as he pressed pause on his domineering role to show her a little love. his hand brushed along the side of her face lovingly as the kiss grew in intensity, lara tugging against the scarf, to no avail, out of habit of grasping the nape of his neck. he pulled away reluctantly, settling back between her legs with a light thud. she suddenly heard the unmistakable buzzing of her favorite toy, the small pink bullet vibrator that she’d used countless times while thinking of him. “stay still or else the rest of the night won’t be very good for you.”

he slid the vibrator along the inside of her thigh as his tongue laved along her glistening slit, a stifled moan reaching joel’s ears as he stopped at her clit. next was the other thigh as his lips puckered around her clit, free arm hooking around her leg to insure she wouldn’t move. he was dragging the vibrator dangerously close to her core and she knew she wouldn’t be able to obey him for very long. but she couldn’t tell him to stop because it felt too good.

his tongue circled her clit as he placed the bullet at her entrance and slipped it in, a choked sob tearing through her throat as she did her best not to move. “papi please, can i move?”

“but you’re doing so well. you can fight it, can’t you?”

it was rhetorical and she knew it, telling him no couldn’t possibly be an option here. “i-i think so.” he turned up the setting on the vibrator, shaking his tongue back and forth against her clit as his hands shoved her legs against the mattress. “i can’t! it’s too much, i can’t do it.” he could feel her thighs beginning to shudder beneath him, the denial to move far too overwhelming her as her orgasm crept up on her.

“you can move baby, it’s okay.” her legs instantaneously clamped around him, a cry of his name ringing through the air as she came again. her eyes rolled back as the vibrator buzzed unrelentingly, prolonging her orgasm as her back arched off the mattress. joel didn’t pull it out, though, letting it judder her walls as she cried out incomprehensibly. he turned down the setting, taking to out of her only to rub it against her throbbing clit, coating her in her juices indolently.

he turned it off before she could reach her third high, licking the toy clean before placing back in her nightstand, returning to her shivering body with the cockiest smirk she’d ever seen. she let herself relax against the comforter, the sweat coating her skin cooling her down before she felt him tap his tip along her folds. “wait, wait, wait, i thought—”

“you thought we were finished? we’re far from it, pretty girl.”

her walls hugged him snuggly as he drove his hips into her, his length slipping into her easily with the slickness of her first two climaxes. “oh fuck, daddy.” he loved how responsive she was, so eager to please him and stroke his ego. her hands were clawing at his lower abdomen, so frantic in her need to touch him but his stance was unwavering.

“just take this cock like a good girl and maybe i’ll untie you.” she was nodding for him without even thinking about it, pulling her bound hands away from his stomach so he wouldn’t put off her reward. the way his tip kept nudging past her g-spot had tears in her eyes, the air in her lungs dissipating as he slammed into her over and over again. “who fucks you this good?”

his fingers wrapped around her throat as he choked her, squeezing at the sides of her neck just the way he knew she loved it. “you, joel.” it was so raspy and wretched that he plunged into her deeper, his pubic bone grazing her clit with every gratifying push of his hips.

“who do you get this feeling with baby?”

“only w-with you.”

he growled at her answer, drawing his free hand to her swollen bundle of nerves to rub circles into it. “only with me.” his primal possessiveness was enough to send her over the edge for the third time, creaming around his girth as her hips mindlessly bucked up towards his as the shockwaves overtook her body.

lara’s thighs were already sore from the night’s activities, the burn in her stomach from orgasm after orgasm leaving her sensitive to the slightest of touches. joel leaned down to kiss her again, moaning against her lips as his hands dipped down to untie her. her arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as their lips smacked in contrast to the silence surrounding them.

“can you gimme one more?”

she knew she could but she was just so sensitive. he had never overstimulated her like this and she was starting to think he had more limits of hers he planned on pushing. “one more.”

joel almost came right as he sheathed his cock back inside of her, the warm velvet of her walls like heaven after denying himself his own ecstasy for so long. he steadied himself on his forearms, snapping his hips forward wildly as she bit into her lower lip. “open up.” she gladly parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to accept the spit that dripped from his mouth into hers. “ay dios mio, such a fucking good girl.”

it wasn’t long before she was clenching around him again, legs twitching around him as chills ran down her spine. she tried to say something to encourage him, tell him how good he was to her and how he should cum, too. her throat was raw as she attempted to clear it, parting her lips ever so slightly to mumble, “cum inside me, daddy.”

his hips stuttered on command, his hot spurts of cum emptying inside of her as her teeth sunk into his shoulder. “take my cum, princess, just like the filthy cum slut you are.”

joel pulled out, much to her dismay, collecting his seed on his finger before licking it clean. her breath hitched at the feeling since she was still recovering, pulling the blankets up to cover herself. he joined her soon after, wrapping an arm around her soothingly.

“you know that i— you know i’m not interested in richard, right?” joel looked away from her, face going red from embarrassment. “he’s attractive and a great dancer, sure, but that’s all that was. i only wanna go home with you.”

“i... i know that, deep down maybe, but it’s hard to ignore the way you were looking at him.”

she peppered a kiss to the corner of his jaw, curling further into his chest. “whatever look was in my eye is nothing compared to what i feel for you. i promise.”

he let his head rest atop hers as exhaustion took over his body, sleeping lulling him in after having exerted so much energy. “good. but i only want you to dance like that with me from now on.”

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ukulelecal · 6 years ago

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The Lady In Waiting - Part Two

In which you’re the lady in waiting for the princess, and the mysterious, quiet prince has taken a certain interest in you.

Warnings: none i don’t think

Pairing: Royal!Calum Hood x Reader

A/N: happy fucking birthday to the loml calum t hood! so in honor of his bday this is a shorter boring filler chapter that has no calum action in it at all lmao sorry, its kinda important though, so do still read it! i’m trying to prolong this bc if i gave in to my urges they would literally be in love already so i could get to the action i have planned lol. again, i always appreciate feedback! it lets me know that you guys actually read and care about what i write!

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The princess, so Y/N had learned since becoming the lady in waiting about a month and a half prior, was a pretty easy royal to serve.

She was independent, never asked for much, and when she did, it was never anything too difficult. Mostly, it was helping her get ready in the mornings or fetching her things when she was too busy to get them herself. She asked for advice sometimes as well. Y/N actually enjoyed the job. The princess was right; the lady in waiting wasn’t like a servant. Assistant, would be a better term to describe it.

Y/N found herself getting closer to the princess over time. They always made small talk, whether it be about the weather or some upcoming event in Vavia, but eventually, the conversations started to get more personal. The princess started asking Y/N more questions about herself, and where she came from, and she eventually worked up the courage to ask questions back. She tended to dance around the topic of her family, never liking to bring up her parents, but she had no problem talking about Aunt Mary - who she had been consistently exchanging letters with, and was pleased to know that there was a designated doctor from the palace taking care of her. They could chat like they had known each other for years.

Y/N didn’t dare say it out loud, to anyone, but she felt like they were becoming friends.

The king and queen, Y/N never saw much of. They were understandably busy, and they had other people who attended them. She only ever saw them in passing, which including Y/N curtsying to them, and then they continued walking after giving a brief nod of recognition. She didn’t mind that she never spoke to them. They were intimidating, and she still felt awkward after the king’s snide comment at dinner.

Then, there was the prince.

She saw him more than she saw the king and queen, but not as much as she saw the princess. Him and his sister worked together a lot when there was business to be taken care of, so she mostly saw him then. He always offered her a small smile, but never said anything. One thing she did notice, was that he always kept his gaze on her for a little longer than necessary, looking like he was thinking. She wasn’t sure what it meant, if anything, and she wasn’t sure how he felt about her, considering what he had said to her on her first day. Was he just being friendly? Did he actually care? It made Y/N’s head hurt, thinking about it at night. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be socializing with the family when she was working, and felt she couldn’t start up the conversation. She also knew the prince was shy.

She wished he would just talk to her.

One morning, just as Y/N was on her way to have breakfast with the other staff, she heard her name being called. Looking around for the source of the voice, she found one of the guards approaching her. She had come to know him; he had asked her to call him Michael, even though nearly everyone else always called him Clifford, his last name. He had said he sometimes forgot he even had a first name.

Him and Y/N talked, when they had their meals together or when their breaks coincided with each other. He was nice, always made her laugh, and even though he was a guard at the royal palace that always kept a blank face on duty, he was a fun guy when she talked to him. He was a good friend, and kept her grounded amongst all the chaos of working for royalty.

“Hey, Michael,” she greeted, grinning. “Headed to breakfast?”

“No, Sargeant wanted me to start early today, so I ate already,” he explained. “Got an order that the princess wants to take breakfast in her room this morning. Said she asked for you to bring it to her.”

Y/N nodded in response.

“Alright, I’ll get on it. Is it in the kitchen?”

“Yep, should be done by now.” He looked around, his training preventing him from keeping his gaze in one place too long. He then turned back to her, shooting her a smile. “I should head back to my post. I’ll see you for dinner, Y/N.”

“See you then.”

The two parted ways, and Y/N changed directions to head towards the kitchen. She had only been there once before, when the princess requested dinner in her room because she wasn’t feeling well, and she hoped she could remember the way there. The palace was massive, and Y/N was still getting her bearings.

As she walked, she questioned to herself exactly why the princess wanted breakfast in her room. She always ate with her family, aside from the one time she was sick. Maybe she was sick again? She had been working very hard lately, so it would make sense that it was starting to take a toll on her.

Y/N got to the kitchen, pushing the doors open and stepping inside. It was warm in there, just like last time, and it smelled delightful.

“Good morning, Lady Y/N,” the chef, who’s name she had yet to learn, greeted.

“Good morning,” she responded politely. “I’ve come to fetch breakfast for the princess?”

He nodded, turning around and grabbing a tray, one with little legs so the princess could have it in bed, off the counter behind him. He handed it over, and Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down at it.

There were two plates prepared. Two sets of silverware, two of everything. Wasn’t it just for the princess?

“Two meals?” She asked curiously, looking up at the chef in confusion. He shrugged, throwing his hands up.

“Don’t ask me,” he sighed. “She requested for two to be made. Didn’t say why.”

The chef turned around again and got back to work, and Y/N slipped out of the kitchen, using her back to push open the door.

She considered the reasons as to why the princess ordered two breakfasts as she made her way to her room, carefully balancing the tray. She doubted she would be so hungry as to order two entire meals, and the only other thing she could think of was that there was someone else there with her. A lover, maybe? Of course, it was none of Y/N’s business, but she wasn’t prepared to handle the awkwardness of walking in on the princess and a stranger.

Once she got to the princess’ room, she managed to knock without dropping the tray. There was some shuffling from inside, then the door opened, revealing the princess still in her nightgown.

“Your Highness,” Y/N greeted, slowly curtsying as to not drop the food.

“Oh, enough with the formalities, Lady Y/N,” she said, stepping aside to let the lady in waiting in. “Please, just call me Mali.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. She never considered calling her anything other than her title. She took a quick glance around the room as she stepped in, not finding anyone else.

Who was the other meal for?

“Yes,” the princess chuckled. “Mali is fine.”

“Alright...Mali,” Y/N responded, the name almost feeling strange on her lips. “You don’t have to call me Lady anymore, then. Just Y/N.”

“If you insist, Y/N,” she teased, sitting cross legged on her bed. She patted the space in front of her, smiling. “Sit. I want to have breakfast with you.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, staring at Mali incredulously.

“With me?” She queried, voice raised an octave. Mali had never gone so far as to invite her to do something together, privately. It was probably unprofessional, for a princess and her lady in waiting to be casually eating together, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Of course,” she giggled. She patted the space again. “Please, sit.”

Slowly, Y/N balanced the tray on its legs on the bed, and sat down across from Mali. She was stiff, antsy about the situation. She assumed it was a good thing that the princess wanted to eat with her, alone, but it had to go well. Not like the dinner with the family.

“Thank you, Your H-...Mali,” Y/N corrected herself, folding her hands tightly in her lap.

The girl laughed, picking up her silverware and gesturing to the other set.

“Let’s eat,” she announced. She waited until Y/N picked up her fork and knife until she spoke again. “So, how have you been? You’ve adjusted well, yes?”

“I have. Still trying to find my way around,” she responded, both girls laughing.

“I get that. It doesn’t seem so big once you get used to it.”

Y/N took a bite of her eggs, almost humming in pleasure. The food the staff got served was very good, but it wasn’t quite made to the level that the food for the royal family was made at.

“How’s your aunt?”

Y/N shrugged, swallowing down her food before answering.

“Alright, I guess. The doctor said she’s not really getting any better, but at least she’s not getting worse.”

Mali sighed, reaching over to pat the girl on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise our doctor is giving her the best care possible.”

“I know.”

It was silent for a moment, Y/N fearing she ruined it already by making the conversation sad, but Mali thankfully broke the awkward silence.

“Just out of curiosity...have you talked to my brother at all?”

Y/N froze for a moment. The thought of the prince was confusing, and the fact that Mali was wondering about them made it worse.

“Well, for a few moments after dinner the day I arrived, we spoke,” Y/N explained softly, omitting what the conversation was about.

“What is it about what my father said?” She asked, lowering her voice slightly. “Because he was pretty upset about that.”

Y/N nodded, movements slow. She wasn’t sure why the conversation was making her feel so odd; she only talked to him once. It wasn’t like they had anything going on.

“He, uh...he asked me to tell him if he said anything else like that to me,” Y/N stammered, subconsciously wiping her hands on her napkin.

Mali grinned slyly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment before letting it slip back out.

“Really? My father has a tendency to say some...rude things to people, and Calum always gets mad about it, but I don’t think he’s ever been that concerned over it,” she replied, still grinning.

“So what does that mean?” Y/N questioned, her own voice lowering. Mali shrugged, taking a bite of her food and swallowing.

“Don’t know. But, I’ve noticed he stares at you a lot. And he asks me about you. He might like you a little.”

The princess’ words made her heart pound in her chest. The prince, like a girl like her? She always imagined she would only ever be with someone of her own class, as that’s what was customary in Vavia. The prince was miles above her.

“That’s impossible,” she breathed. “We hardly even know each other.”

“Get to know him, then,” Mali suggested, her words delicate.

“I can’t just strike up a conversation with him. I mean, isn’t that...improper? Wouldn’t I get in trouble?”

“You won’t get in trouble, I’ll make sure of it,” Mali said with a serious tone. “And forget what anyone might say about it being improper. You’re both people. You can talk to him.”

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the-writerly-night-owl · 6 years ago

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The Perfect Distraction

The Elementalists/ Beckett x MC

Summary: Ellie and Beckett relieve stress as best as they can. Katrina Harrington chose the wrong moment to make her brother feel better about stress.

Authors Note: Day 22, Smut. Clearly Beckett is a thirsty man lol but here you go. Never thought I’d use a Simpson’s gif for inspiration. Mature rating! NSFW stuff here.

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Sophomore year at Penderghast was not Beckett’s year. It was brought down by the fact that his sister was teaching as he tried not to think too much of it. She had to be teaching, he thought, pretty mad. The more he thought about he tried hard not the throw his cup at the wall. It was midterm week and things were stressful enough as it is.

“Are you okay?” asked Ellie as she looked down at his grip on the edge of the café table. “You’re thinking about your sister, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Ellie squeezed his hand thoughtfully as he leaned in and wiped a stray hair from her face. She smiled at him as he felt his heart quicken. He loved to make her smile as Ellie looked radiant. It made his day a lot brighter.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be writing out spells essay here.” She looked down at their notes as he tried to relax. He was good at homework the thought of his sister grading it was just so strange. “It’s getting late though maybe you could use a distraction.”

“Are we going to kiss again?” His voice a mixture of excitement and a bit sour. Beckett loved kissing her and would gladly do it every chance he could. Although using that as a distraction wasn’t exactly the occasion they wanted to do it.

“Down boy don’t get too excited.” Her own voice teasing as she looked over at him thoughtfully as she closed her book. “We can kiss but I think I have something better in mind. Please remember that we only do this in every once in a while, for now.”

Confused he listened to her before getting up to pay for their meals and headed back to the school. Ellie hummed a tuneless song as they made their way to the dorms. Beckett realized that she was leading the way to his dorm. Part of him quickened hoping that he knew where this was going. He had to admit that he had thought about intercourse with her again. He may or may not have picked up a book on the subject before.

Once they were sure they were alone in the common area did Ellie put their bags to the side out of sight.

“Now…”

Before Ellie could even outline her plan did Beckett lean in and kiss her. Surprised Ellie kissed back as she wrapped her arms around him. Her kiss soft and sweet exactly like he remembered as his hands got lost in her curves. He moved from her lips to kiss down to her throat silently cursing that she was wearing that striped turtleneck t-shirt thing.

“You’re one thirsty man Beckett Harrington,” she said as they broke apart. “I think you know where this is going?”

The stirring in his pants fired him up as he kissed her once again until he backed her up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around him once more. Her legs around his waist straddling him as gripped her thighs and carried her into his bedroom.

“Ellie, I just want to kiss you all the time,” he said as Ellie curled her lips into a smile as she quirked an eyebrow. “And be with you all the time.”

“I could get used to that.” Her eyes started to close as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

Eagerly he kissed back his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. Her arms around his neck pulling them closer. Behind them the bed was beckoning them as Ellie started to move back. The two broke apart as Ellie turned to his bed. His eyes darkened, and pupil’s grew wide as Ellie pulled the covers back.

He was about to say something as Ellie put a finger on her lips. Quiet he watched as Ellie pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside on the floor. A wicked smile crossed her face before slowly unbuttoning her jeans before joining her shirt. The only thing left her red bra and flowery panties. For some reason the unmatched pair was incredibly sexy.

Ellie grinned at him before unbuckling her bra just as slow. The strap falling to the side of her shoulder as she hung the bra in front of him by one finger and dropped it.

“Ell...”

“Shhhh,” she said shaking her head then hooked her thumbs to her underwear slide it off and then tossed it to the side. “I think its your turn now.” Ellie sauntered over to him pulling him to the by his lapel.

That feeling in his pants returned before throwing his clothes on the floor. Forget slow and seductive, he wanted her, and he wanted her now.

“That’s not fair I couldn’t undress you.”

“You tease,” he said as Ellie ducked under the covers.

“You’ll have to catch me first. What was that little kink that you respond well too? Was it Mr. Harrington, Professor Harrington, or Ace?” Her voice seductive with each nickname trying to figure out what name would turn him on more.

“You have been very naughty miss Ellie,” said Beckett as he stepped closer to her as her eyes grew wide up at him. “With your siren song.” A grin of his own formed as he remembered saying that she used her siren song on him before once they met. Burning desire written all over her face as Ellie couldn’t help but felt her stomach flutter.

By now Beckett had joined her on the bed as he his lips met hers as they fought for dominance. The sheets twisting around them as they cradled each other. His teeth bit her bottom lip before his tongue danced around in her mouth. Ellie’s legs wrapped around his waist her breast bouncing enticing him more. They heard a squeaks from the door but did nothing to stop it.

His hands cupped her breast gently arousing her nipples as Ellie rubbed her hips against his. Her hands running down his chest to his hardness. His kisses peppering all along her collarbone to her shoulders and down. One of his hands running along her hip to the inside of her thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah, you made me wait I can make you wait.” His lips met her breast as Ellie let out a gasp of pleasure. A pool forming between her legs. Her hips digging against his and legs around his waist tightened. “Let’s try…”

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder as he positioned himself to start. Ellie’s smiling face watched him as she gently teased her own breast. He pushed inside of her as Ellie’s break turned into pants as he twisted his own legs around hers.

“New move,” she said breathless. “That yoga is going to pay off isn’t it?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.” Their lips meet his hands pinned her down underneath him. Forget being on top, it felt amazing being underneath him.

Until finally he pulled out of her firm yet gentle before laying next to each other. His strong arms around her as she laid on her side to face Beckett flat on his back. Her eyes danced up and down his body relishing in the afterglow.

“I think we’re going to have to fix everything,” said Beckett looking around as Ellie noticed too. The door was off the hinges, the door knob pretty much fell off, and the chandelier in the room twisted into something else altogether.

“Not right now, another round?”

Not thinking twice, he kissed her again as Ellie rolled on top of him. Then went again until the night and sleep over took them. It was a long enough night as the two stayed in bed long past the time they were expected to get up.

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Katrina Harrington was worried as she wondered where her brother was. Her friends assumed that he was getting breakfast elsewhere and that Ellie would join them shortly. A little concerned she got a tray of food and went to Beckett’s room.

From the other side of the door she heard was sounded like Beckett scream.

“Beckett, I have a surprise for you,” said Katrina as she knocked on the door adjusting the tray against her. The common room door opened by Zeph to let her in seeing as he was his roommate. “Beckett?”

She gasped as she saw the door to his room. There was no door knob and the hinges loose as it looked like it would fall off. Did he get into fight? Was he hurt? Katrina Harrington did the only thing a good big sister would as she went into mother bear mode. She clutched her tray before bursting down the door with a loud crunch.

“I have a tray of food as a weapon and armed with metal magic and…”

“Katrina,” said a new voice.

Her eyes grew wide and jaw dropped, the breakfast platter in her hands fell to the floor with a clatter. She heard herself gasp as she saw them. Ellie was in Beckett’s bed when she noticed their clothes scattered across the floor. Sheets pulled up underneath Ellie’s armpits.

“What are you doing in here?” asked Beckett, “Get out now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll wait in the cafeteria.” Katrina scattered out of the room as she felt her own cheeks go red flustered. Oh boy this was going to be the most awkward breakfast ever. She calmed herself down and headed down like it was normal. She wasn’t going to be able to look at either of them straight for a while.

Back inside the bedroom Ellie looked stunned at where she stood in the door.

“I told you we should have fixed the door,” said Beckett as Ellie just kissed his nose. All she knew was that they were going to have to do again sometime soon. Preferably not in a room where a lot of metal was.

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purplesurveys · 6 years ago

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-What was the last song that you sang out loud? I played a Destiny’s Child playlist when we were out for a bit earlier so I was most likely rapping along to Bug A Boo before we got home. -If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? I don’t think I can. I’d rather just not have my face directly on them when talking. -With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? Angela. She knows e v e r y t h i n g. -Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? My...phone? Haha. If I get anxious I need to watch videos to distract me. My phone has YouTube. Also bracelets that Gabie has given me over the years. -When are you likely to hide your emotions? When I’m with people that don’t really know about my anxiety. People I’m not close to, in general.

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? I think both are equally terrifying??? Both put the body in immense pain and it goes through a slow, agonizing shutdown and I don’t even want to think about experiencing other lol. -Who was the last person to take your breath away? MY GIRLFRIEND -When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? Probably a movie channel but I legit have not watched television in yearssss. I watch everything on Netflix now. -Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? No. -What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? I don’t have much of a music taste so it’s not really something people tend to make comments on. -Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? My room. Or to my best friends. -What was the last mess you cleaned up? I had a stack of readings and stationery scattered all over the dining table last night when I was studying, so I cleaned everything up before going to bed. -Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? Yes I had to talk to Toby because he made a series of disturbing tweets a couple of weeks ago. We aren’t close per se, but he’s an orgmate and therefore a friend, so I messaged him immediately. I’m happy it worked, cos he showed up to school the next day and gave me a bear hug. -When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? Work. -Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? Hannah sings a lot, and I really like it when she does because she sounds great. -Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? Of course.

-What is the last thing you complained about? I need a printer to print out my readings (I absolutely cannot study from an e-book) but ours has been broken for years and there’s no Internet/printing shop nearby. UGH I’m serious about complaining over not being able to study haha. -What was the last curse-word you said? Fuck. -When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I would never fake sick to my Asian mom. -How did you recover from your last bout of tears? I slept. As is always the most effective way to stop crying. -Do you still talk to your very first best friend? Yes. I talked to her last night. -When was the last time something went terribly wrong? Well a couple of weeks ago Gab and I had a huge, really serious fight that had just been unfixable–it was the kind of fight that you just had to wait. And the wait was torture. I was really scared then and I stayed in bed for what was probably 48 hours and ate like two times in that period. -How do you console someone when he or she is upset? I stay with them and listen to them if they have to let things out. -Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? Just my mom. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw my dad cry. -Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? OUTER SPACE. I’d do anything to have a glimpse into my astronaut dream. -How often do you feel overwhelmed? 7 days a week. -How do you deal with everyday life? Get by. Aren’t we all forced to? -Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? I don’t think so. I’m never guilty of whatever it is I’m obsessing at the moment haha. I am into serial killers, like reading and watching docus about them; and obviously I never announce it the world unless it comes up in conversation. -Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? I was writing down notes on my readings from my Southeast Asian history class. -Who in your family do you act like the most? I’m a mix of my mom and dad. I seriously can’t tell you who I act more like. There are certain phrases my mom says that I say, and certain intonations and mannerisms I got from my dad. -What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? I’m into intimate, more between-the-two-of-you kind of stuff, so I always appreciate it when Gab volunteers to drive my car if I ever drink a little bit too much for the night. She helps me get to bed and gets me some clothes to wear too, which is always sweet.

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? Not me, but my girlfriend and I obviously will get stares from time to time for holding hands. -Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? No. -What just tears at your heartstrings? Videos of dogs reuniting with their owners, abused dogs getting saved and all groomed up, or dogs getting adopted. -Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? GAME OF THRONES -What was the last topic that you ranted about? The lack of a printer that I delved on several survey questions ago. -Is there someone that makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells? Jane lol. She’s the president of our org and will easily get pissed the fuck off sometimes, and it never does my anxiety any good. -Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? Yes. We had this monster of a PE teacher in 2nd grade who would literally kick down doors if she gets angry and would yell at 8 year olds. How she ever got employed in the first place still baffles me. -Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? That’s a huuuuuge no-no in our school, so no. Plus I came from an all-girls’ Catholic school; it just wasn’t in anyone’s nature to pick a fight. -Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? No, I feel so iffy about vandalizing in public. -Is your school like the drama capital of the country? HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You can say that, damn. -A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? I give them a little more and a snack if I had any. -When was the last time you visited a thrift store? I don’t remember. I don’t think I have? -Was there ever a time when you wished you'd never been born? Always. I didn’t even choose to be born lol. -Can you handle constructive criticism? Uhhhhhh only if it’s from someone I truly respect. Otherwise I can honestly be a big baby about criticism. -Who is the most sensitive person that you know? ME. Also one of my friends, Mils. -Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? Nope. -You can have one famous person's wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? Kate’s!!! She dresses so well and looks pretty in all of her outfits. -When was the last time you wrote someone a note? I think December? Aya was down in the dumps pretty bad so I dropped her a short message on Facebook to let her know that I’m always around for her. -Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? I ask permission. Duh. I’m Asian. -What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? Agatha’s birthday party. She’s a good friend, but I’m not friends with any of her friends and I just can’t relate with the college block we both belong to. I scheduled a date with Gabie’s dad on the same night because I didn’t want to go to the party. -On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? If I had a lot of time, I could fill out three. Nowadays it’s like once a day/a couple of times a week. -How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? I don’t stay on Bzoink; I just go on there to look for surveys. -Which season do you dread the most? I hate Philippine summers. -Do you ever brag about your achievements? Oh god never. I hate putting any attention on me. -If someone makes fun of you, are you able to laugh it off? Tbh no, I’m pretty sensitive and serious in that aspect. I mean I’d smile to be polite but will most likely be whispering something evil about them in my head hahahaha. -When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Three years ago, in Sagada. -What did you do last Halloween? I think I went out with Gab that day, but it wasn’t to celebrate Halloween. -Last Thanksgiving? -Last Christmas - if you celebrate? I like how Christmas has the *if you celebrate* disclaimer but the North American-centric Thanksgiving doesn’t. Anyway, we had several family dinners and we ate and drank and caught up with one another. -How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? Also saw some relatives and ate and drank and bonded with my cousins. -Is there a foreign culture you'd like to learn more about? I’d like to know more about all of them if I had the time and the chance. -Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone's heart? I possibly might’ve with Mike but I don’t want to be an ass and assume. -Has anyone ever played with yours? Sure, you can say that. -Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought "I could have done that?” Not famous, but expensive ones. The ones that are paint splatters hah. -Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real ... just once? LOL YES. I’m terrible for thinking that but yes. Mostly because everyone was such kids about it and never took the drills seriously. I secretly wanted a real one to happen just to see those people regret not being any more serious.

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? Nothing’s scary about UP. If you’re scared to be in UP you can’t survive in it. -Are you a good judge of other people's intentions? Meh. I can tell sometimes. What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? I’m not so sure, it’s been a while. -Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? Girlfriend. -What is one insecurity you have about your body? Teeth. -What is one part of your body that you are proud of? My overall figure. -When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? Ages ago. I’m getting old myself and don’t want my music too loud lmfao. -When you don't know how to spell a word, do you look it up? Yes, of course. -Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? Nope. I hate making people wait. -Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? No. -Do you still eat at McDonald's, regardless of that film? I’d probably continue eating at any fast food establishment even if I watch a billion documentaries exposing them, being completely honest. -Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a different race? Sometimes. -Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? Of course. Except for one snowflake race out there, lol. -When was the last time you doubted your abilities? Now? -At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I don’t pick favorite restaurants. -What was the last thing you wished for? A DAMN PRINTER. -How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? Too many. I’m perpetually impatient.

#survey #surveys

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this is the longest chatlog, catie and emma have to read all of it

Em: poor lin shu all ‘i loaned the book to jingyan but it’s fine he never notices anything - wait SHIT these are VERY PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE DESSERT BOXES.’ Gogol: yes Gogol: i love the idea of like Gogol: baby lin shu horrible at observing his own dietary requirements Gogol: consort jing unfortunately has NO CLUE as to the myriad of new dietary requirements he has developed Gogol: since being poisoned. Gogol: just thousands of thrilling intolerances to ignore Em: he doesn’t have a digestive system anymore, he donated it to fei liu Gogol: yes Em: i do genuinely want btw Em: telepathic jingyan fic Gogol: and then there's his allergy to "air colder than room temperature," and "walks"---NO IT'S SO GOOD Em: telepathic jingyan and it doesn’t help Gogol: i meant to compliment you on it did i not. absolute perfection Gogol: i love it presumably because all the thoughts are like. exactly what mei changsu is saying with his mouth, but meaner Gogol: interspersed with occasional comments on jingyan's hair Gogol: it's not that mei changsu is any more conniving or ruthless than lin shu was. he just doesn't swear enough. Em: right literally that Em: lin shu: says exactly what mei changsu says, but adds ‘you stupid fucking water buffalo’ at the end of every third sentence Em: jingyan: i know that i am on the right path, because the spirits of the honoured dead are with me Em: mei changsu: ...right. Em: lin shu’s ghost, presumably: jingyan you’re so lucky you’re pretty

Gogol: ok but so the most important part of this right is lin shu also hearing jing's thoughts and assuming that this is just a sign of his own incredible perspicaciousness Em: oh my god Gogol: lin shu: my powers of extrapolation know no bounds Gogol: jingyan: uh huh Gogol: lin shu: exactly what he WOULD think! Gogol: my vision is eventually just full outloud conversations intermittently in response to thoughts while everyone around them wonders what the fuck is happening Em: oh please can he overhear. jingyan’s tremendous personal shame at feeling attracted to mei changsu. Em: specifically his shame about ‘desiring’ ‘happiness’ Em: yes definitely also this is exactly how they conversed as adolescents Gogol: YES Em: they have always been like this Gogol: THEY'VE HAD THE TELEPATHIC BOND THE ENTIRE TIME NEITHER HAS EVER QUESTIONED IT FOR A /VARIETY/ Of REASONS Gogol: i like the idea then also that it just has like. a forty mile radius limit or something completely physiological and normal Gogol: so then for the twelve intervening years it was just like Gogol: every so often mcs would go on a dumb adventure near the frontier and jingyan would get weird static and assume he was just, like, insane Gogol: which jives completely with the rest of his experience of those twelve years! so nw Em: oh my god Em: no he doesn’t assume he is insane he assumes he is being HAUNTED Em: the ghost of lin shu is yelling at him about flute boats Gogol: --ok Gogol: point Gogol: he would recognize the voice. Gogol: it's not like lin shu was ever on-topic in life. Gogol: this does raise the weird question of whether mcs' internal voice sounds like lin shu or mcs Em: ...I want to say lin shu Gogol: ia and i think the rest of the series bears you out on this lol, not to spoil except you've ALREADY READ ALL MY SPOILER PLAINTS Gogol: his is not a fast-adapting mind Em: on the other hand ‘i have been hearing your voice in my head for twelve years what the fuck’ has a certain charm Gogol: omg. yes. v different fic though Gogol: mcs: gives prepared speech about wading through a river of blood. jingyan, frowning in great concentration: six years ago did you once spend an hour trying to get a cat to let you rub its belly Em: i’m on episode twenty nine and I can already tell that mcs is PAPER thin Em: as a personality Em: lin shu: who are you Em: mcs: i’m you but slower Em: ...I feel like ‘I’m you but slower’ is probably the best characterisation opinion i’m going to have on this show Gogol: it's VERY GOOD. Em: related: jingyan has his suspicions about mcs but changed his mind after they started sleeping together. this man is clearly not lin shu. lin shu never had sex lasting longer than six minutes. Em: he tried but he got bored. Gogol: to be fair mcs falls asleep sometimes but that is because of his illness Gogol: it would be churlish to hold him to blame Em: jingyan is just. very boring in bed. Em: very tender. very sincere. likes prolonged eye contact. Gogol: the thing is i imagine that he and lin shu legitimately had a lot of fun, ill-advised, death-defying sex which doubled as just, like, you know, resilience testing for the product, but i also assume that jingyan has NO IDEA how to dick down an ~invalid Gogol: and is constantly thinking about this Em: asdfghjkl Em: all the time Em: thinking about it Em: which brings me back to Em: their telepathic bond Gogol: FUCK Em: jingyan: please advise me, sir su. Em: mcs: goes ahead and gives him sex advice for the question he was thinking instead of political advice for the thing he said. Em: or, no Em: jingyan comes to believe Em: that the ghost of lin shu is telling him how to bone this invalid Gogol: "i have his blessing!" Em: his detailed and specific blessing and his recommendations for positions and creative use of supportive pillows Gogol: "i can't believe i have his blessing. truly the dead must be incapable of love, or i lost his love through my slowness in seeking justice." Gogol: wait no i don't think jing is THAT dumb but i do feel like he would be a little resentful about "ghost" lin shu pushing him into mcs' arms, whether because he thinks the ghost is a hallucination and just a weaker way of telling himself what he wants to hear OR because lin shu's invasiveness about his love life was always annoying Gogol: anyway, whatever the case, best love triangle. Em: jingyan tenderly making love to mcs in a faintly resentful way because he’s annoyed lin shu insisted on getting involved in his love life is a beautiful image Gogol: YES Gogol: mcs: finally. that's the stuff Gogol: then: ow. turns out he talks big but doesn't actually enjoy his nonexistent biceps being SQUEEZED, what are they, barbarians Em: jingyan to mcs: sometimes i wish xiao shu was less involved in my love life Gogol: mcs presumably a baby about hair-pulling---fjdkslJGL:KSGOD... THE THING IS THIS IS SO. CLOSE TO THEIR. CANON CONVERSATIONS ABOUT "XIAO-SHU" Gogol: we really have just hit on a deeper vein of canon i think Em: I think all I really want is for jingyan to lovingly wrap mcs in a blanket and just. keep wrapping. Em: burrito him good Em: and carry him somewhere nice and quiet Em: and let him do his scream therapy until he tires himself out and goes to sleephappy ending Gogol: i would love for mcs to be nonharmfully sat on Em: unfortunately it’s impossible Em: his bones would snap Em: the ghost of lin shu has warned jingyan about this. mcs must always be on top. but he cannot be expected to do any work. jingyan had better practice his crunches. Em: shut UP xiao shu, says jingyan, out loud. their telepathy is functional over a medium distance. mcs isn’t even in the room. Em: lin shu, half a mile away, glances up from his tea and remarks: ah. prince jingyan feels frustrated just now. i deduced that. Gogol: the one question i then have is. who or what does mcs think "lin shu's ghost" is Em: oh he. doesn’t notice. Em: he’s just talking to jingyan, what about it. Em: ‘but jingyan is behaving strangely’ is he? he seems pretty normal. Em: until of course. jingyan confesses the truth to him. because he’s worried that either he is truly insane, in which case maybe? mcs shouldn’t make him emperor? or! he is perpetually haunted by lin shu telling him to do things! Em: in which case mcs DEFINITELY shouldn’t make him emperor Gogol: oh my god Gogol: fuck Gogol: SORRY JUST THE VISION OF Gogol: jingyan earnestly explaining to mcs that lin shu was his dear friend and could in no way be trusted with a nation Gogol: sure he wasn't capable of TREASON Gogol: but ANYTHING ELSE Em: yes exactly Gogol: anything, sir su. he once hid our baby cousins in an unused oven Em: just now his ghost told me SO WHAT Gogol: IT WAS UNUSED!! Gogol: said his ghost. you see my issue, mr su. Em: sir su, he is a man who even after twelve years of death can not understand why you do not put children in an oven Gogol: he is also extremely narcissistic, as demonstrated by the fact that he keeps responding to questions directed at you Em: and i am incapable of refusing him Gogol: and he is incapable of not exploiting my devotion, as evidenced by the fact that he just yelled, GOOD. Gogol: ....with your mouth. oh! that i would see the day my old friend sank to possessing the living! Em: this is the only au where lin shu sits jingyan down and explains the truth in small simple words Gogol: this is my favorite au.

#nirvana in fire

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