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kdramedies · 2 years

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I made the mistake of looking at some of the comments about Extraordinary Attorney Woo and wow the way people hate to see people with disabilities fall in love. I swear to god 7 out of 10 comments was “I really hope they don’t add any romance, it’ll take away from her character!” Y’all better say that at the beginning of every drama where the female lead has a job.

#why her also recently came out and has a female lawyer as the lead #but people LOVE to ship her #young woo meets a very handsome and kind dude who wants to talk about whales with her but nah 'it'll ruin her character'#fuck off #as a neurodivergent person I would actually LOVE to see other neurodivergents fall in love #thank god the tag on tumblr doesn't appear to have this problem #extraordinary attorney woo #young woo x jun ho #kdramedies

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themirokai · 11 months

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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)

The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.

So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.

I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.

First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?

And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.

Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.

I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!

Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.

So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.

I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.

Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.

#went down a rabbit hole #got mad #webnovel #this is a scam #how to ao3 #fan fiction #please spread the word #long post

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opencommunion · 6 months

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I've seen a few posts circulating about the occupation cutting off electricity to hospitals, but nothing about them doing the same thing to prisons:

"The Palestinian Prisoners' Club stated that more than 5250 prisoners, including 39 female prisoners and over 170 children, are facing a real catastrophe. This follows the occupation's decision since yesterday to cut off electricity and water from some prisons, including the Naqab prison where more than 1,400 prisoners are held. The occupation also continues to close the canteen and withdraw limited food and cooking utensils used by prisoners for meal preparation. The Club confirmed that the catastrophe is escalating with the increase in arrest campaigns in the West Bank, which have targeted more than 200 prisoners since October 7th. This will inevitably lead to a significant overcrowding in detention centers, investigation centers, and prisons that receive detained prisoners. The Club stated on Thursday that raids of prisoners' sections, carried out by armed suppression forces accompanied by police dogs, are ongoing and have targeted all sections in the prisons to confiscate all prisoners' belongings, especially electrical tools. The Prisoners' Club further explained that the escalating retaliatory measures carried out by the prison administration, under the orders of the occupation's military leadership, which has been in charge of the prisons since October 7th, the day of Al-Aqsa Flood battle, have reached measures that directly affect the fate and lives of the prisoners. This comes especially after isolating the prisoners through intensified isolation measures imposed by the occupation, such as suspending visits by lawyers and families and imposing difficulties and procedures on the work of Palestinian human rights institutions." (via RNN Prisoners)

Keep in mind that in addition to criminalizing all acts of resistance, including speech, the occupation practices "administrative detention" (incarceration without trial or charge), imprisoning Palestinians—including children—simply for being Palestinian. The occupation's prisons play a key role in their genocidal strategy. Do not look away.

#palestine #colonialism

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need reader’s help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.

The CEO

Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1440

a/n: I’m sorry I don’t know how to be intimidating

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“He’s not giving us anything.” Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. “He keeps asking for his lawyer.”

“Can’t you like,” Tony imitates punching sounds, “do that to get through to him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “At the end of the day, we don’t have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.”

A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. They’ve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.

Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The group’s clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.

After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, they’ve gotten nowhere. He’s smart, he knows what they can and can’t do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.

Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. “Where did you say he worked at?”

“He is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.” Tony glances at the file they have on him. It’s a thin file. “Do you know him?”

“I think his company works with Y/N’s company.”

“Miss bubblegum’s company?” He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. “Really?”

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” Natasha grins. “She can help us, right?” She turns to Wanda.

Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. “Uh, yeah. I think she could help us.” She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, they’re still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.

“Oh, yeah. She’ll be able to crack him.”

Tony and Wanda both frown. “Am I missing something here?” He points at Natasha. “How will little miss sunshine help us?”

“You’ll be in for a treat.”

Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. “Wait.” Tony looks around the building. “Why did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? I’ve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.”

Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/N’s office. “Maybe your company isn’t that important.” She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. “Don’t shake too much, she can sense fear.” Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.

Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.

“Natasha, care to tell us how she’ll help us?”

“She breaks anyone who walks into that room.”

Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.

He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. “Should I- sit? Or, maybe..”

“What do you usually do when you walk inside someone else’s office, Mr Blight?” She finally lifts up her head from the screen.

Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he can’t stop moving them.

“We have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?” Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.

Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldn’t hear it shake. “Yes, we have.”

“So,” sighing, Y/N shakes her head, “imagine my surprise when I hear you’ve made an enemy out of the Avengers.” She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. “Do you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?”

“I- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.”

“See, I don’t think you do.” She stands up, leaning closer to him. “You’re making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.”

“Respectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-“

“Have you?” Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. “You’re aware that I know everything, correct?” He nods. “So, what you’re telling me is, if I open these files over here,” she points towards the files shown on her monitor, “there will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?”

His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.

“On the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.” She reads through one of the files. “You’ve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“But, what Mr Blight?” Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?”

He shakes his head in defeat. “I will talk to the Avengers.” He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. “And I will tell them everything.”

Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. “A pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we aren’t working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?” She shakes his hand when he doesn’t know what to answer, before pointing to the door. “You may leave.”

Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.

“Hi!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. “So glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.” She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.

Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. “You, are a fraud.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.

“That!” Tony points at her. “You did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-“ he moves his hands around her and Wanda, “now you look like a cinnamon roll.”

With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “She has been my secret weapon for years. You don’t understand how many people she has broken.”

Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isn’t necessarily disappointed by the other side either.

“I think I like you even more now.” Tony pats her arm. “Now, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-“

“No.” Y/N states. “There’s a reason I always tell you no.” She smiles sweetly at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I still have work to do.”

“Thank you for your help, I’ll see you later.” Natasha grabs Tony’s suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.

“Hi.” Y/N smiles.

“Hey.” With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. “That was different.” She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist. “I kind of liked it.” Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.

“Oh, really?” Y/N grins, her arms going around Wanda’s neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Wanda lifts Y/N, so she’s sitting on the table. “I have some time.” With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Be quiet | Andy Barber

Pairing -> Lawyer!Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

Summary -> Andy and his colleagues go out for dinner and you are allowed to join them. But before you are there your Husband shows you a new toy he bought for you. So you’re sitting in the restaurant with your husband, his colleagues, a vibrator stuck between your walls and Andy has the remote for the little toy.

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), using of a vibrator, kinda public sex, fingering and orgasm in public

Wordcount -> 2.2k

A/N -> I want to thank @nicoline1998enilocin for proofreading for me and for the comments on the document, I really appreciate it.

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Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo Masterlist | Fandom-Free Bingo | Andy Barber Masterlist

“Babe, are you ready?” Andy asks and looks through the door, trying to find you in the bedroom.

But you’re not there. He furrows his eyebrows and walks into the room.

You’re standing in the bathroom next to the bedroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. When Andy sees you, he smiles and shakes his head softly.

“You look adorable; there is nothing you need to worry about,” he tells you and walks closer.

His hands find their way to your hips, and he presses your back against his chest.

“I don’t think I should wear that dress,” you mumble, and you slide your hands over the fabric of it.

The soft, red dress fits perfectly, and you would love to wear it when it's not dinner with Andy’s coworkers.

It’s not that you don’t like them, but they stare at you all the time, and the dress you wear is going to make it worse because it shows a lot of your skin. It is exactly what Andy loves, but not only your husband loves it. His colleagues will love it as well and stare at you like they will put you on the table and eat you for dinner instead of the food that is ordered.

You look into the mirror and catch Andy’s eyes on your breasts. A slight chuckle escapes your lips, and Andy immediately looks up to look into your eyes.

“I would love to help you out of the dress right now,” he whispers into your ear, and you feel the shiver along your spine. “I will wait until later, but I have a surprise for you,” he tells you.

He takes a step backwards while you turn around to face him. Andy looks for a box in his pocket. When he finally managed to get it out of his pants, he hands it to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, thinking it’s a necklace or something else he treats you with.

But the thought isn’t for a long time in your mind when you open the box and see a small, pink vibrator in it.

Andy smirks at you when your jaw drops open and you look at him with widened eyes. You’re going to a meeting, and he gives you a vibrator?

“We can use it later in bed; is that what you thought about when you gave it to me?” you ask, not knowing that your husband has definitely better plans for the toy.

“No, I thought about using it while we are out for dinner,” he explains his intentions.

He leans closer to kiss your neck softly.

“Don’t you love that idea as much as I do?” Andy mumbles against your sensitive skin, and the warmth of his breath lets you shiver.

You look at the toy again, then back at Andy. For a moment, you think about doing it, but his coworkers are there and could see it. When you are going to cum all over the toy, you can’t tell them that you have a vibrator stuck between your legs.

“Andy, we can’t do it when we are out with your colleagues,” you tell him, but he just laughs softly, placing his hand on your back and leading you into your bedroom.

With a slight push, you fall into your bed. You can hear him growling behind you, probably seeing your red panties, the ones he absolutely adores.

“Can’t wait to stuff you full with my cock later,” he mumbles, and he gets on his knees behind you.

You’re lying on your stomach, so you can’t see what he is doing between your legs, but it doesn’t take long for you to find out.

Your husband rubs his fingers softly over the fabric of your panties. You moan when you just feel the warmth of his fingertips against your wetness. He smiles while slips his fingers under the fabric and immediately feels the slick around his fingers.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbles, and you whimper.

He rubs soft circles on your clit, sliding his finger over your entrance and using your wetness as lube. Andy pushes the fabric of your panties to the side and looks at your sobbing pussy.

He lowers his head and kisses your clit softly. Making you gasp, and you try to find something to grip. You need to ground yourself when your husband uses his fingers and tongue on your most sensitive part.

“Please,” you whimper, hoping he will continue kissing your clit and pushing his fingers into your entrance.

He chuckles when he hears your desperate whines, but he does what you want him to do. He uses his tongue to lick over your entrance and your clit. His fingers are pushing slowly inside of you.

You throw your head into the mattress, your fingers digging into the pillows next to you. Andy pushes his fingers deeper, hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuck, yes. There again, please, Andy,” you moan, and he does exactly that.

He pulls his fingers out of you before he pushes them back inside. Your wetness is soaking his fingers, and when he pulls them out of you again, he can’t stop himself from pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbles against his fingers.

Then he lowers them between your legs again and pushes them inside of you. Andy curls them, spreads them, and pushes them deeper and harder inside of you while you’re moaning loudly.

“I would love to see you like that the whole night, but we have dinner with my colleagues,” he says, and he kisses your back when he pulls his fingers out of you.

You almost cum all over his fingers, but he knows you well enough to feel your clenching walls, so he pulls out and smirks when you whine and beg for him to make you cum.

Andy looks up and looks for the toy next to you. He takes it and slides it over the fabric of your panties. Then he pushes your panties to the side and glides the toy through your folds.

“Let me cum, please,” you whimper.

He chuckles and rubs the tip of the toy over your entrance, pushing it slightly inside of you before he pulls it out of you and slides it through your folds again. You whimper and wiggle your ass to show him you're ready.

“Don’t move, or you won’t cum until tonight around my cock,” he says with his rough voice, and he makes you immediately stop with your movements.

He pushes the toy back inside of you, your walls clenching around it while he pushes it as deep as he can inside of you. Then he taps harshly on it, and it hits your sweet spot before he lets go of you and stands up.

You turn around, seeing Andy smiling at you. He offers you his hand and pulls you up into his arms. You smell his scent and feel comfortable in his embrace while he kisses your cheek softly and takes your hand to lead you through the house so the two of you can finally make your way to the restaurant where you meet his colleagues.

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“And how was your last job? We heard it was really easy for you." One of Andy’s colleagues says this with a slight smile on his lips.

Your husband nods and explains the details while you look around and enjoy the soft music in the room.

You’re sitting at the table with your husband and his colleagues. As you thought, they look at you like they are starving and you are their meal, but luckily Andy takes care that they just look at you and don't touch you. But he also takes care of you when you feel uncomfortable with all those gazes on you.

The toy between your clenching walls makes it not too easy for you to sit still, but you try your best so no one will figure out that you’re not as innocent as you look.

“Are you oke, babe?” Andy asks, and you roll your eyes because of his question.

Of course you’re oke but it’s not as easy to sit there with something between your legs, which always hits your sweet spot when you move just an inch.

“Yes,” you mumble and smile softly.

Andy nods and turns around to answer the next question someone asked. You see his hand sliding into his pocket, and you wouldn’t be so nervous when you wouldn't know that he has the remote for the vibrator in it.

When he talks again, he pushes something on the remote, and you feel the toy inside of you moving.

“Fuck,” you hiss and bite your lip. The men around the table immediately look at you.

“Sorry, I just mean ‘it’s great here’,” you mumble, and they nod.

Andy’s attention is on you while you squirm and press your thighs together. The toy hits your sweet spot every time, and you feel like going crazy. But you can’t go to the bathroom now. When you try to go to the bathroom, you will cum when you just get up from the chair, and you will probably moan so everyone will know what’s going on.

Andy knows it exactly because he plays with the power of the vibration before he turns it off and smirks at you.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, and you nod softly.

Of course it does, but you’re still with his colleagues in a restaurant, and when he edges you every time, it's hard to be quiet. Andy smiles and leans closer to kiss your cheek softly.

“Be quiet for me; can you do this?” he mumbles.

“Yes, I try,” you reply while you see his hand in his pocket again.

He turns the vibration on and smiles when you throw your head slightly back.

You want to moan, want to cum, and ask him to fuck you, but your thoughts get interrupted when one of the waiters comes to your table and brings you the dessert.

With the little bowl in front of you, you have something to distract yourself. Your husband is edging you the whole evening, and you want nothing more than cum all over the toy.

You press your thighs together, feeling the wetness between your folds.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you mumble, and when Andy looks at you and your thighs, he immediately knows why you need to go to the bathroom.

“I don’t think you need to go there. I have something that could help you better,” he whispers and leans closer to kiss your cheek before he places his hand on your thigh, really close to your pussy.

Your eyes widen slightly when he moves his hand closer until he finally reaches your panties. Andy uses two fingers to push the fabric to the side and guides his fingers through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles.

Then he slides his other hand into the pocket of his pants, and you feel the vibrator inside of you slowly moving. Your walls are clenching immediately around the toy, and when your husband uses his fingers to rub them softly over your clit you dig your fingers into his arm, grounding yourself.

The pleasure flows through your body when you feel the knot in your stomach growing. Your grip around his arm tightens, and you try not to moan.

“I’m so close; can I cum? Please,” you ask quietly.

Andy nods, and you cum all over the toy. Your walls are squeezing it while his fingers are still rubbing your clit and your breath gets heavy while your legs shake softly.

“You did so well for me; when we are home, I will make you cum all over my dick,” he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds.

They are glittering because of your slick. None of his colleagues look at the two of you, and Andy uses that moment to push his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean.

“Tastes so good, princess,” he mumbles and smiles.

It needs all inside of you to not moan. The toy is still vibrating between your clenching walls, and your husband is looking so hot while he sucks at his fingers, which are glittering with your slick. And you’re already excited to come home after dinner and have him push his dick deep inside of you while you can be as loud as you want to be. And he will push you over the edge until you squirt all over him. He will make sure you know he will always fuck you better than a toy can do it.

“Good girl, so quiet for me. Looking so innocent but being such a slut for me, huh?” Andy says, and you nod, pressing your thighs together before he finally turns off the vibration.

His hand is on your thigh again while he eats the dessert. You can’t really name it a dinner because the dinner will be the one in your bed, just you and Andy, and he will praise how good you’re doing for him while he fucks you into the mattress.

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togrowoldinv · 8 months

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Performance Review

Lawyer!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha calls you into her office for a performance review

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, sex in a public place, oral (R receiving), thigh riding, very muscular Nat

Note: I cannot get lawyer!Nat out of my head so here she is again. You don’t need to read the other installment, but I’ll link it for fun. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

It’s been a few months since Natasha chose you to be her mentee. Everything has been going great. You have learned so much about law and life from Nat.

Natasha scheduled a meeting with you this morning, so when you get to work, you go to her office. It’s early. No one but you and Natasha are in the office so far.

“Knock, knock,” you say as you enter her office.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Natasha says. Her voice is velvety from morning disuse. “I missed you last night.”

You cross the threshold of her desk and kiss her lips sweetly.

“I missed you too,” you say. “But I have to hang out with my colleagues, or they might realize I’m dating my boss.”

“Mhm, but isn’t this sneaking around fun?”

Natasha pulls you in for another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. You feel weak in the knees as her strong hands hold your face. Your cheeks are being squeezed, but you don’t mind.

“Nat,” you whimper against her lips. “Is this what you scheduled a meeting for?”

“Actually,” she begins, pulling away from your lips. You miss her already. “It’s time for your performance review.”

She gestures for you to sit in the chair across from her desk. People are beginning to arrive at work, so Natasha turns on the gloss over the glass of her office. No one can see what is happening inside.

“So, there are a few categories I’m reviewing you based on,” Natasha explains.

You nod along. You can’t really focus when her breasts are spilling out of her dress, and her collarbone is there looking so kissable.

“You’re performing well in most categories,” Nat says. “But your courtroom presence could use a little work.”

“I get nervous,” you admit.

“I know, but I need you to do better.”

You swallow thickly at the criticism. Natasha’s gaze softens when she notices. She stands up from her chair and leans down to your eye level.

“What can I- um- what can I do to prove myself to you?” You ask.

“I have a case,” Natasha says. “We go to court today. Familiarize yourself with it and meet me downstairs in an hour.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. You stand up from your chair and Natasha stands up straight again. She hands you the file.

“Hey, if you do well today, then I can think of a few ways to give you a real performance appraisal,” Natasha says, kissing your cheek lightly before she turns around and sits at her desk again.

You can’t help but smile at that. Back at your desk, you read over the case. It seems easy enough. Just a simple contract gone wrong. You meet Natasha downstairs as promised.

She puts her hand on your thigh as you ride to the courthouse. It is too high up for a friendly touch, but her driver doesn’t seem to notice.

Court goes well, and you feel more confident with Natasha by your side. You get everything your client was asking for. The courtroom begins to clear out, but Natasha remains sitting at the table.

“Are we good to go?” You ask her.

“One minute,” Nat says.

She leaves you gathering the files as she talks to the bailiff. He turns and leaves the room so only you and Natasha remain.

Natasha crosses the room to reach you. When she does, she pulls you in for a kiss. It takes you by surprise in such a place like this.

“Natasha,” you say, breathless from her kiss. “Here?”

“Here, baby. I told you that I would give you a performance appraisal,” Natasha says.

She takes your hand and leads you to the judge’s bench. Nat sits you down on the chair and lifts your dress over your hips. Her strong hands grip your thighs to pull them apart. Pulling your underwear to the side, she dives into you. She wastes no time licking at your pussy. Your juices on her tongue makes her head spin.

“Natasha, what if someone comes in?” You ask, glancing towards the door.

“I paid off the bailiff. No one will come in,” Natasha replies, her voice pulsing off your center.

At her words, you let yourself enjoy what she’s doing. Nat takes your clit into her mouth and works expertly to get you close to your high. She knows exactly how to get you off.

“Fuck Nat, I’m going to come,” you say, your head thrown back in pleasure.

Natasha hums in content against you and you let yourself go. You bite your lip trying not to scream as you come for her.

“That’s a good girl,” Natasha praises you. “You did so well, baby.”

You pull her up for a kiss. Nat straddles your lap and obliges. Her thighs are muscular under your hands as you pull her closer.

“You know one more part of your review is to discuss how you work with your boss,” Natasha says.

You kiss her neck and collarbone in response. Her breasts completely spill out of her dress now. You move the red material away from her chest to suck and lick at her nipples. Natasha loves the way you worship her body.

She pulls her dress up her waist and rubs her pussy against your bare legs. She may be the one with the muscular thighs, but she loves the way your body feels against her. So smooth and soft.

You pull moans from her as she continues to grind on your thigh. You wish you had time to see the rest of her body, but this right here is still perfect. She looks ethereal as she rides your thigh. Her arms wrap around your neck, slightly choking you but you don’t mind.

“Come for me, Natasha,” you tell her.

She moves her body over you a few more times before she comes against you. You kiss her as she works through and down from her high.

“Fuck,” she mumbles. Natasha leans against you fully now. Her head is resting in the crook your neck. She’s got such a tough presence, but you love seeing her like this.

“So, does this mean I got a five-star review?” You ask.

Natasha chuckles and places a kiss to your neck.

“Yes, baby. Five out of five,” she says.

“Yay,” you say.

“You’re too cute,” Natasha says. She shifts in your arms and stands up. “We better get back to the office.”

“Right,” you say. You have a job to do.

The ride back to the office is quiet. She holds your hand in the back seat. When you arrive, the driver steps out, but Nat doesn’t signal for her door to be open yet.

She turns to you and kisses you with purpose. You let her kiss down your neck again. Her hands travel under your clothes again. Things are getting heated when there’s a knock on the car window. Natasha pulls away from you and opens her door.

“Well, well, well,” Wanda says, taking in the sight of the two of you both out of breath and clothes disheveled.

“Not a word, Maximoff,” Natasha says sternly. She steps out of the car and walks by her partner, leaving you speechless in the car.

“My office in ten minutes,” Wanda orders. It is not her usual friendly tone.

You have no idea what will happen next. Still, you can’t help but be happy about the events of the morning.

Who knew a performance review could cause so much trouble?

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“The women leaders in our study were considered too young or too old. They were too short or too tall, too pretty or too unattractive or too heavy. They had too much education or not enough or their degrees were not from the “right” schools. They suffered from disrespect and misperceptions due to race, color, or ethnicity. Whether they had children or were childless, the women were expected to work harder than men to prove their worth. Women were held back from leadership opportunities due to being single, married, or divorced. There was no personality trait sweet spot, as introverted women were not seen as leaders and extraverted women were viewed as aggressive. The effect, then, means women leaders are “never quite right.””

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https://www.fastcompany.com/90889985/new-research-reveals-critiques-holding-women-back-from-leadership-that-most-men-will-never-hear

A recent study of the 33 biggest multilateral institutions found that of 382 leaders in their history only 47 have been women. And the percentage of women running Fortune 500 companies has only just recently crested a meager 10%.

As researchers we wondered why institutions consistently fail to promote women to top jobs. Our recent study of 913 women leaders from four female-dominated industries in the U.S. (higher education, faith-based nonprofits, law, and healthcare) sheds light on this pernicious problem. As we found, there’s always a reason why women are “never quite right” for leadership roles.

Women are criticized so often and on so many things that they are acculturated to receiving such disparagement, taking it seriously, and working to make improvements. And any individual woman may take it personally, believing the criticism directed at her to be warranted.

But our research reveals that the problem lies elsewhere. Virtually any characteristic can be leveraged against a woman in a discriminatory fashion. Such criticisms often relate to facets of women’s identity in an overt or subtle way, such as race, age, parental status, attractiveness, and physical ability.

Effectively, the surface-level critique functions as a “red herring,” distracting from the inherent gender bias driving the encounter. This type of treatment is so common that we have called it “we want what you aren’t” discrimination.

More specifically, our research revealed 30 different characteristics and qualities of a woman’s identity that emerged as points of criticism creating barriers to women’s success. The clear message to women is that—whatever they are—they are “never quite right.”

Age was a consistent challenge for women leaders in our study. Some of our respondents reported being considered too young to lead, while others indicated being too old hindered them from advancing.

However, being middle-aged didn’t help women’s career prospects either. A physician shared: “I am middle-aged, and men my age are seen as mature leaders and women my age as old.”

Parental status—having children or being childless—emerged as another point of criticism. A higher-education leader described how people assume she “can’t take on a bigger role ‘because of the kids,’” which made her feel that she needed “to work extra hard” to show that she could be both a dedicated mother and a leader.

On the other hand, a childless physician was expected to “work harder/more, accomplish more” than other female colleagues. Mothers were also bypassed for career opportunities, as happened to a single divorced lawyer who was the mother of preschoolers, “due to a perception by my male bosses that I cannot or should not handle [larger matters].”

Likewise, pregnancy was problematic, particularly for lawyers in our study. There was doubt that women would come back to work after maternity leave. Some were no longer given good assignments, while others were forced to quit private practice or work part time. One lawyer described the loss of confidence from bosses:

“Once you are pregnant or trying to have kids, the way management views you deteriorates. The opposite thing happens for male coworkers. I’ve seen it in so many law firms it’s impossible to argue it was just coincidence or based on merit.”

Simply planning on having kids was enough to invoke bias. A woman in higher education reported being denied promotion because she would need maternity leave for hypothetical future children.

Women of color were targets of subtle bias. An African American faith-based leader described being “invisible” and regularly “talked over” by white men. A Native American higher-education executive described being misperceived as weak, “when in fact we are practicing ‘respect’ for ourselves and others.” And a Filipina physician described facing role incredulity, as people assumed that she was “a nurse, and not a doctor and a division chief at that.”

Even physical ability and health played into the women’s experiences. Physical disabilities led to assumptions of not being capable. One higher-education leader who uses a crutch was questioned by men about the way she walks and has been told “to hide my cane, especially for photographs,” as she said.

Regarding health, there were double standards around the way men and women with illnesses were treated. A physician developed ovarian cancer while serving as an officer in the public health service. She explained, “The plan was to discharge me . . . even though men with prostate cancer didn’t have to go through that.”

The women leaders in our study were considered too young or too old. They were too short or too tall, too pretty or too unattractive or too heavy. They had too much education or not enough or their degrees were not from the “right” schools. They suffered from disrespect and misperceptions due to race, color, or ethnicity. Whether they had children or were childless, the women were expected to work harder than men to prove their worth. Women were held back from leadership opportunities due to being single, married, or divorced. There was no personality trait sweet spot, as introverted women were not seen as leaders and extraverted women were viewed as aggressive. The effect, then, means women leaders are “never quite right.”

Organizations that fail to promote and support women in their top roles miss out on performance gains. Fortunately, there are concrete steps that organizational leaders, allies, and individual women can take to mitigate this “never quite right” bias, aiding women’s workplace advancement.

“Flip it to test it”

Leaders can be particularly effective in thwarting sexist criticisms toward women. It’s not about changing the behavior of women—who are the recipients of the unfair treatment—but it is about changing the behaviors of those who justify their actions as somehow merited. Many criticisms fail the “flip it to test it” method miserably. Ask yourself, would the following statements ever be said about a man?

He needs to smile more.

Men are going to have kids and not want to work.

Since Larry has prostate cancer, he can no longer fulfill his job duties.

The clear answer is no. Leaders can infuse awareness of this simple, yet effective, tool to reduce such bias-laden criticisms. And workplace allies can help stop unfair criticism of women by calling it out.

Constructive career-enhancing feedback

Women are almost one and a half times more likely to receive negative feedback that is subjective rather than constructive and objective feedback. Men are often given a clearer idea of where they excel and opportunities for improvement whereas women are given vague feedback that often focuses on qualities like communication style. Even when using formal performance evaluation rubrics, a disparity remains.

Developmental feedback to women focuses on operational tasks, coping with politics, developing resilience, being cooperative, and building confidence. Developmental feedback to men focuses on setting a vision, leveraging power and politics, being assertive, and displaying confidence. Leaders can reduce the gender-biased framing by encouraging all employees to develop both sets of skills.

Do not take it personally

For individual women, hear us when we say, “It’s not you.” We women are conditioned to accept feedback and internalize it as something to “fix” about ourselves. If you are criticized, consider whether it is objective, constructive, and warranted. Disregard identity-based criticisms that are part of a larger pattern of bias against women.

Our research demonstrates that practically any characteristic can be proclaimed problematic for a woman leader to question her competence and suitability for leadership. It takes deliberate effort, but we can turn the message to women from “We want what you aren’t” into “We want what you are.” Doing so will advance women in the workplace and profit the entire organization.

Amy Diehl, PhD, is chief information officer at Wilson College and a gender equity researcher, speaker, and consultant. She is coauthor of Glass Walls: Shattering the Six Gender Bias Barriers Still Holding Women Back at Work.

Leanne M. Dzubinski, PhD, is acting dean of the Cook School of Intercultural Studies and associate professor of intercultural education at Biola University, and a prominent researcher on women in leadership. She is coauthor of Glass Walls: Shattering the Six Gender Bias Barriers Still Holding Women Back at Work.

Amber L. Stephenson, PhD, is an associate professor of management and director of healthcare management programs in the David D. Reh School of Business at Clarkson University. Her research focuses on how professional identity influences attitudes and behaviors and how women leaders experience gender bias.

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The air in my Lungs

Chapter 7

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, loss of parent, Grief, Injuries, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

A/N: Based and inspired by Millers Girl. Mr. Miller himself isn’t really present but will be mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy.

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You were sitting in your car in front of Cairos mansion. The engine was off since 10 minutes already. You were taking some deep breaths and tried to stay calm. You weren’t sure why you felt nervous. Well that wasn’t true, there were indeed a few reasons but you couldn’t define which one of them made you feel like that. Made you sit in your car in silence for 10 minutes instead of walking to that damn door that looked like a three meter high door that was part of a castle. Well Cairo lived in a mansion so yeah… it almost looked like a castle for you. You leaned back in your drivers seat and closed your eyes for a second before looking to the duffle bag on the passenger seat.

Why did you have to bring a bikini? I mean the answer to that was pretty obvious in someway. But you still were t so sure about that. The more you thought about the fact that you were in front of Cairo Sweets Manson, the best student in your grade, the daughter of the most successful lawyers in Texas… “Holy shit” you whispered quite to yourself when the moment you realize that you were dating that girl, were intimate with her, hit you hard. Now your mind started racing like crazy, why did you need a bikini?

Why did you need to get wet? Did she want to have sex again? Was this going to be something out of her fantasies? Story’s she wrote? No one had rode her writing before, except the director and one teacher that isn’t here anymore.

Everyone talked about this in school, it was the biggest scandal the school had ever faced. Your old teacher Mr. Miller used to see the talent Cairo had in her writings. Turned out he’s used that for his own pleasures. Blackmailing her and forcing her to write those things. Some of the students were sure they weren’t just fantasies. Some thought that Cairo and Miller had an inappropriate relationship. You didn’t cared about the rumors back then but you were sure that Miller was forcing this and taking advantage of it all. Anyways. At some point Cairo told the director everything. There was a huge process wich Miller for sure lost. After that no one had seen him ever again, and the school had way much more female teachers. You rolled your eyes at this solution, like a female teacher wouldn’t do the same, anyways. That was the gossip, that were the rumors. So everyone knew that Cairo could write pretty intense stuff. But now one had seen it before.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder growl. You looked up and stopped getting lost in your thought. “Okay…” you whispered and grabbed your duffle bag before getting out of the car. You ran over the gravel path, the little stones moving under your shoes, making a sound that seemed very satisfying to you. You walked towards the porch that seemed to go around the whole mansion. You were impressed by the big oak tress around the house, and the facade was a combination of the color withe with brownstone highlites along the windows or columns. It indeed was the perfect definition of a mansion. Something between modern architecture and renaissance. You loved it and could watch the mansion for a quite long time.

Soft splashes caught your attention. You turned around to see that it’s been raining now. Leaves were bouncing in the tress when they had been hit by the raindrops wich started to get heavier. Another thunder growled over the town and made the whole scene in front of your eyes look like you were in some mystery thriller. You turned around and hesitated to knock on the door. Cairo would never hear your knock, that mansion was too big. So your finger moved to the doorbell and you pressed the black round button slowly.

Within a few seconds, opened the door and your eyes met Cairos body. Covered by a black silk robe while she was wearing a dark green bikini. You automatically tilted your head and couldn’t help but chuckle nervous “are you walking around like this at home always?”

Cairo smiled and started to get nervous with your eyes lingering on her body. She closed her robe and let you in, saying “to be honest? On hot summer days yes”.

She closed the door behind you and you were standing in the big entry hall. Large stairs in the middle of it, with two different directions leading to the second floor. “Your home is really aesthetic. No wonder you’re such a good writer. I can feel the inspirations everywhere” you said while letting it sink in.

When Cairo moved to your side you asked

“Okay… so why the bikinis?”. Cairo smiled mischievous and had a glint in her eyes while walking past you saying “follow me”. Without hesitation you did so and were able to see a bit more of the mansion. Cairo guided you through the west corridor. Interesting art pieces were on the walls and on some furniture you could see a few family pictures. You smiled warm, seeing the portraits of every family member, you wondered if they were real or just ordered like that, so it would look like it was painted. But your instinct told you that they were painted.

Soon you reached the end of the hallway. Cairo opened a dark wooden door. With wide eyes you looked around seeing a big indoor pool. But what made it even more impressing were all the tropical plants, the glass box the whole room was put in. You could see the sky, the woods around the house. You were speechless “to your right is a room where you can get changed” said Cairo calm and walked into the opposite direction. I looked after her shy and then went into the room she told me to go to.

I entered it curious and felt immediately like I was in a spa or something. I didn’t hesitated for long and got changed.

You looked at yourself in one of the mirrors there. Did you feel nervous? Yes. Was the fact that you were only wearing a bikini making you feel a bit shy? Yes. But why? Wasn’t it the same like in swimming class? Wasn’t it the same like being naked together in bed? That question made your heart beat faster. You took a deep breath and then let the air escape your lungs slowly.

Cairo was watching some beetles walking on the leaves of the monstera she was standing in front. When she heard soft steps behind her she turned around with a flirtatious smirk. Her eyes immediately on your body. Watching you crossing your arms and looking at her with a mischievous smile “you seem to be a bit distracted” you said quite making Cairo chuckled before she looked up into your eyes. She indeed was starting. Mostly at your breasts.

“So did you…” she said teasing and made you almost blush. You nodded, beaten by your girl and turned towards the pool. The grey clouds outside and the warm lights in the glass pool house made you feel a bit relaxed.

“So what was exactly your plan? Or did you just wanted to see me half naked?” You said surprisingly calm. Cairo laughed slight and walked a few steps forward. Stopping in front of you to make you look at her again.

You were so nervous the whole time that you didn’t looked at her sensible, seeing that Cairo was wearing her hair in a bun. You’ve never seen her with her hair together… or up before. Your eyes softened as you got lost in her almost black eyes, only seeing the reflection of the lights in the pool house.

“So why isn’t my girlfriend kissing me yet?” She asked bold while pulling her arms around your shoulders. You smiled and felt impressed cause she used your own words against you. Cairo enjoyed your reaction and pulled you in before kissing you softly.

Your body relaxed and your mind became blank. Air left your lungs when her lips separated from yours. “So my dear… why the bikinis? What’s going on in this frightening creative mind of yours?” You whispered feeling less nervous.

Cairo was smiling seducing and moved her hands down your shoulders to grab your hands. Backwards she walked towards the pool. “After you told me about the conversation you had with the coach, and about the agreement you made…” she slowly walked down a few stairs that were guiding into the pool. The water already covering Cairos knees. “I thought I should help you… cause you can’t get over a fear in just one day. And forcing you to swim one track per week? Only to give you a panic attack? That’s doesn’t seem logical to me” Cairo said serious and held the eye contact with you.

You were taking slower steps when she tried to make you followed her. But the more she got into the water the more you hesitated. You looked down, the turquoise water was moving in tiny waves because of Cairos movements. So that was what Cairo meant when she texted you “I’ll make sure you won’t fail”. Her intentions were cute, but you didn’t felt ready for this confrontation.

“Look at me” she said reassuring and squeezed your hands. You looked up into her dark eyes. You weren’t sure if you liked this at all, looking at her with slight frustration. “Hey…” Cairo said so soft that it made your body react with goosebumps. She walked a step towards you. Almost on the same height as you now because of the stairs. “I’m sure you can stand in the water…” she said reassuring. You sighed “yes but that’s not the problem…” you said hesitant. Your body wasn’t that stiff anymore so Cairo kept going into the water backwards with you. One step after another. Going down the stairs. Feeling how surprisingly warm the water was.

The moment you reached the end of the stairs, the water was going up to your chest. You stood still and didn’t planned to go further. You stayed there, near the stairs and the edge of the pool. “What is it then?” Asked Cairo quiet and let go of your hands, watching your body language. You watched the water with so much sceptic… like the water was going to turn alive any moment and do something to you. “Being in contact with it is okay… I just don’t like to be under water” you said almost not audible.

Cairo understood. As Someone who was trapped in a car under the water? She wouldn’t be excited about that too.

“Little Stepps” she whispered and gentle pushed you back towards the stairs. “Sit down… so the water would only reach your throat”. You looked back and forth in the water, your heart racing. The feeling of Cairos hand moving back into yours made you focus on her. Without speaking she slowly went into her knees. You followed her movements by sitting down on the stairs, till the water was reaching your throat. So you and Cairo were on the same height again. She was caressing your hand to make your mind drift away less. “What are you feeling now?” She asked, looking you in the eyes with pure attention.

“I feel like I’m having some heavy weight on my chest… and I can’t make the memories stop… it’s like seeing it in flashbacks. It’s also making my ears go numb” you tried to explain in a calm way. But your heart was beating already pretty hard. Cairos hands rested now on your knees before she moved closer to you and kissed you gently and long on the lips.

Your eyes fell shut immediately. Feeling heavy like stones. Your body was learning forward. Melting right into her touch. Min completely blank. Only her lips were there. Waves of goosebumps didn’t stopped to appear from now on. As Cairos lips left yours in a tender way she whispered, still close to you while caressing your tights now “what do you feel now? Can you name me three things?”

You leaned slightly forward, your forehead resting on hers. Eyes still closed as you tried to focus on your surroundings. “I feel your fingertips moving soft above my tights” you swallowed your saliva “and the small hairs rising up on the back of my neck along the cold skin of yours on my forehead” a peaceful whisper.

Cairo smiled warmhearted “what do you hear?” Your ears twitched light when you tried to focus on that now. “The rain hitting the glass house… the water flows into the drain and… my heartbeat” another wave of goosebumps took control of your body. You felt Cairos hand moving around your waist. Her lips brushing slight over yours, making them tingle. You lean in, craving for them to touch and as you did so, you felt like floating while your lips met.

Cairo moved her arms fully around you, holding your body with hers the moment your lips met. She was feeling glad about this. Hopefully about the process and mostly proud of you. „Why are we doing this again?“ you said with a fake confused expression. "To help you y/n... Don't think of this as a test. Just think of this as... A good time to bond." Cairo said softly while gently pulling you away from the stairs and into the middle of the pool now. She felt like you were feeling a little nervous right now but she wanted this to go well for both her and you. Cairo just wanted to help you and she also wanted this to be a memorable experience for you too.

You followed her quite while she didn’t let go of your hand. She just wanted it to feel like a fun and memorable time for you now. She wasn't gonna be strict with you and she wasn't gonna force you to swim by yourself like Coach Rey probably would. Cairo just wanted you to feel comfortable and she didn't wanted you to be afraid anymore. Not as long she was by your side. The further the both of you went into the middle of the pool the more the water rose up your throat.

"It's okay y/n... We'll just take things slowly for now and we'll figure all this out." Cairo said with a gentle tone as she grabbed you tighter by the hand now and slowly started to move you away from the shallow end and towards the deeper part of the pool now. She didn't want you to feel afraid now, but rather she wanted you to feel safe and at ease. At some point you felt the water touching your chin, you clenched your teeth and stiffed your body so you wouldn’t move, you didn’t wanted to go further. Cairo noticed y/n trying to stay still right now. "Y/n..." Cairo said with a gentle tone now while looking at you right now. She felt like you were trying to avoid moving further and she didn't wanted you to feel like that but to rather feel completely comfortable in this situation right now.

"Y/n, it's okay. I'll be right here with you. I'll make sure you're safe the entire time." Cairo said as she squeezed your hand tightly now and looked at you right now. „Yeah I know but… just…“ you sighed and said „no“ trying to find a reason to just say ‚no‘ slightly nervous. Cairo saw that you were trying to avoid moving to the deep end now. She felt like there was some underlying fear in you about this whole situation. Cairo also had a feeling that you were embarrassed about it too.

"Y/n... You know I would never put you into any situation that makes you uncomfortable." Cairo said softly while looking at you again. She felt like y/n felt like she was gonna make her go farther in the deep end but she also felt like you were trying to avoid what Cairo wanted. You laughed nervous and tried to hide your trembling emotions behind a smile saying „yeah I believe you that… but still…“

"Y/n, come on. I know that you're worried and embarrassed but I know you can do this." Cairo said as she gently took both of your hands again and moved closer to the deep end of the pool now. She looked at you with a calm and gentle expression on her face.

"If you're worried that you'll drown or something, don't be. I'm a strong swimmer and I will make sure that nothing happens to you. You'll be alright y/n..." Cairo said while trying to soothe y/n fear.

You were chuckling about the situation you were in and looked away a bit shy. Cairo felt like y/n was still very hesitant right now and she didn't know how to get her to go to the deep end without making you feel like she was in danger. But Cairo wanted you to feel safe.

"I mean it y/n... I promise you that you're safe and that I will not let anything happen to you. I like you a lot y/n. And I honestly want you to feel safe right now." Cairo said with a light and gentle smile while looking at you now. A quite sight left you before you let go of Cairos hands and swam over the deeper part of the pool very fast, only to get to the edge so you could hold onto it. You may seemed a bit calm but there were signs that you felt complete panic inside if you. Cairo watched y/n swim over the deeper end of the pool and she felt happy to see her make some bit of progress. But she still wanted you to actually swim in the deep end, and not just het it over you so you could hold onto the edges of the pool.

"You can do this y/n... You gotta swim now, not just hold onto the edges of the pool." Cairo said softly while grabbing y/n left hand again. "You've come so far y/n. And I'm proud of you... But you still gotta go a tiny bit farther now."

„No I’m good thanks for helping“ You said in a joking manner to avoid this all and tried to climb out but Cairo pressed you against the edge to keep you there. Both her arms resting on the edge, beside your shoulders. Cairo knew that you were using humor to hide your emotions here. And even though Cairo wanted to respect y/n wishes to not continue from here, she also wanted to make sure you faced your fear now. Even if it was maybe to much for now.

"Y/n... There's really no point in trying to get out of the pool now. We're already in here, might as well take that step now. Plus, I know you can do this y/n. You're smart, you're sweet, and I know you're brave too." Cairo responded softly to you while holding onto the edge and not letting you climb out now.

„You think I’m sweet?“ You said with a cute wide smile in a slight teasing tone to change the subject and not even cared about the other things she just said. Cairo could see your cute and wide smile here. And as cheesy as it was... you were actually pretty sweet to her now. She could feel your playful and teasing tone in your voice, but Cairo liked it. Y/n was just being herself and she felt so happy for you right now.

"Oh you know I do y/n. And you know that I like you too. So come on be a good girlfriend... You've come this far, might as well follow it through." Cairo said gently with a slight tease, while looking at y/n smiling softly now. „Go easy on me“ you said quite with a shy smile. „We’re in the water right? Let me get used to that before making me go to the deep“ you said calm but there was slight anxiety in your voice. Cairo felt like y/n was a still embarrassed. She wanted to be gentle to you so that she made you feel safe right now.

"Oh don't worry y/n... I won't make you go too far. You can start by swimming at the middle of the pool first. Just to make yourself more comfortable with the water." Cairo said while smiling gently at y/n, trying to make her feel at ease right now. Another sighed escaped your mouth, you didn’t wanted to do this but you did it anyway. Cause you didn’t liked to argue long.

After swimming for a while in the middle of the pool you were back on a point were you could stand. The water only reaching your shoulders. You may were swimming, but you did it fast to get over it.

The moment you stoped and stayed at the same spot you felt like a child. That was scared of water and needed to learn swim.

Cairo was just happy that you at least started to swim, and slowly try to get comfortable with the water now. She thought it was funny how you were acting a bit like a child with their fear of water, but you were too cute to not want to show her that you could do this right now.

"See y/n... You're already swimming just fine right now. And you're doing everything right so far. You can do this y/n. Just slower maybe" Cairo said with a light and reassuring voice while looking at you now.

"Y/n... You don't look like a stupid child at all. And you don't even need to learn how to swim honestly. But I just want to help you face your fear. Don't you think it's a great thing that you're at least trying to overcome your fear? That means we're making progress here." Cairo said softly while looking at y/n now.

But Cairo felt like y/n was also a bit frustrated at her fear of water. So she felt like she was also doing this for herself. Your body was still slightly tense „You know. I used to love swimming. Water. It calmed me down in ways… it’s hard to explain. I used to visit pretty often water parks back then. I also have a vhs with my first experience in a water park. My mom played with me on the tiny chute and I fooled my dad by throwing a ball into the water again and again so he needed to bring it back.

While telling this your smile grew wider and you got lost in the memory. "Aw that sounds like such a nice memory y/n. I feel like that could have definitely had some role in why you used to love swimming so much, probably because of the calm it brought to you back then." Cairo said softly with a light smile while looking at you now. She could see in y/n words how much she used to love swimming before, which made Cairo happier for you. Yeah you said quite and felt slight goosebumps on your body while looking down. You watched the water move around your body.

The memories of your car accident, falling into the river trapped under water in the car where still there. Cairo noticed the goosebumps on your skin. And she saw how y/n was still staring down in the water.

"Y/n... Do you want to talk about what happened? I mean, it can be really scary and traumatic. But You gotta talk to someone about it y/n. You shouldn't push it deep down in your mind and not let that out. And those flashbacks you have? Those are memories and will never completely fade away. But talking to someone can help reduce those memories and make it something that is bearable for you y/n.“

You sighed quite and looked at Cairo

„What am I supposed to say? Yeah I was in an awful accident, I was scared and defiantly in pain. I was dead for a few minutes. Brought back to life and felt like something was missing. Someone was missing…“ The last part fell silent in a whisper when you thought of your mother. Cairo saw that y/n was now looking at her, she could see the sadness in y/n eyes when she was talking about her accident, including how she felt like she was missing someone. Obviously, your mother.

You chuckled slight „It’s somehow funny… my dad and I were so depended on her… she used to joke that when she wouldn’t be here someday that we wouldn’t make it without her… and we never thought it would really happen“ you whispered . Trying to keep your emotions behind a weak smile. You looked up to the ceiling. Watching the rain crashing down on the glass. It was heavy, and there was probably going to be another thunderstorm. Cairo knew that y/n was still hurting from the loss of her mother. And she knew that y/n felt like she had to face this grief all alone.

"I know Y/n... I know that you miss your mom so much right now. You're so strong y/n. And you and your dad are both gonna live on and continue in your life. And you know what? I know that your mom is still with you right now. And that she's still watching over you y/n. She's never truly gone y/n. You just gotta always remember that."

„I hope so…“ you said with slight fear.

„The good thing is, my mom was never scared of death. But I? Oh… I was pretty bad and now more then ever since I was dead for a few minutes…“ you said thinking about it and how it felt. Something you wanted forget. "I'm sorry that you had to deal with death already y/n. Trust me, I get it too. But you know that your mom is still gonna look over you right? She might not be here physically anymore. But she'll always be there watching over you. Trust me, I know that you might feel scared... But you don't have to deal with this alone. You can always lean on me if you ever need it."

I leaned my head back in the water watching the rain falling down into the glass house we’ve been in. My ears were filled by water. A sound that seemed like it was quite was audible. Even though there was silence, I could hear the water movements, the drain and some other typical pool sounds.

„I always loved to go swim when the weather was worse. I liked the Comparison of warm and cold. Storms outside while I was swimming like nothing of the world outside could get to me. Enjoying the warmth, the sounds of the water, even kids playing around and the background noises of people talking. The smell of French fries wich were sold. Me lying on one of the swimming pool lounger and falling asleep“

While you were counting all the things you used to love about waterparks, you felt the goosebumps going over your face.

Soon you felt Cairos arms moving around your shoulders, her body leaning into yours. You looked down to meet her eyes. Both your noses brushing. Being close. Then she placed her lips on yours gently. You felt that your heart was beating a lot faster from the sudden kiss, and you blushed a lot from it too. Feeling her bodyweight on yours you felt like you were complete. It was like you were holding the summer in your hands. She tasted so sweet… even though she smelled like nature. Something soothing and calming. But also Smokey. Like burned wood, or maybe it was just the cigarettes? But no this was different. This wasn’t intoxicated, it was relieving.

Cairo kept kissing you softly, and she also started moving her fingers through the back of your hair as she felt like you needed to be comforted now. And loved.

Her tongue was parting your lips. A soft moan escaped your throat. Surprising yourself, how satisfying this felt for you.

While kissing you Cairo slowly moved the both of you to the deeper part of the pool. Making you go there without realizing. Cairo noticed how deep the side of the pool they were at now, she was losing the ground under her feet. You were walking on your toes, since Cairo was smaller than you, you reached for her butt with your hands and held her tight. Her legs were wrapping around your back, her arms around your shoulders. You were holding her tight on your body, feeling a need of Closeness and desire.

Cairo broke the kiss, breathing heavy against your lips, her hands resting on your shoulders, her legs crossed tight around your body “do you trust me?” She whispered.

“Yes?” You panted slightly confused and in the next moment. Your air left your body. Water making you go blind for a second before your eyes fell shut and you were surrounded by darkness. Pressure making your head go into a survival mode. Your heartbeat the only thing you could hear. And then… it all disappeared. Faded away. You felt the air coming back into your lungs. That was what your mind made you think when Cairos lips were pressed into yours.

She was using the distraction to push you under water, hoping the kiss would keep you calm. Hoping you wouldn’t think about the accident at all.

You wanted to inhale her air. You wanted her closer so you pulled her into your body. Not thinking about separating at all. Your fingers moving into her hair, kissing her back passionately. And then... Cairo felt how y/n was immediately following her to kiss her under the water.

She felt that your anxiety was going away completely while kissing her under the water. You felt like your fear of water went away now too. Y/n felt like cairo was always her safe place regardless of where she was. It didn't matter if she was in the water, or if she was in normal air. Y/n felt safe with cairo everywhere.

The moment both came back to the surface. Y/n looked breathless at Cairo and said “Okay… that was mean but it worked” Cairo smiled cheeky "But.. it did work." She said softly while looking at y/n now. She felt breathless herself, and it was easy for Cairo to see how y/n was the same.

Cairo laughed slightly. She felt like the both of them were now even and felt more relaxed now too. She felt even more of a connection with you. That they shared a moment like this with each other now. “Let’s relax now” she said and nudged your face playfully before giving you a soft kiss on the cheek and guiding you out of the pool. You still felt overwhelmed by this and were glad to just enjoy some time with Cairo now, without stressing about the water at all.

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st4rb3rr13s · 5 months

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omg heyyy🧡

anyways you should totally do I fic what diff aot boys are like seeing you in lingerie💗🤭

OMGG WAITTT THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA !!

Aot Boys seeing You in lingerie

Eren, Armin, Jean, & Connie seeing you in lingerie.

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of angst w/ Jean & Connie, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, oral, (all female receiving)

❥ Eren just got back from work. His job as a surgeon was something that his father, his great grandfather, and many more generations had become. Or they were at least something in the medical field. His mother was even a psychiatrist. He didn’t think he was going to go into the medical field until his brother became an engineer, and his sister wanted to become a lawyer.

He didn’t mind the job, though. It’s his father’s practice, and it’s going to be given to him in a couple years. More time means more experience. It just had put a lot of stress on him. A lot of nights, pent up frustrations and worry had left him unsatisfied when he went to sleep. One of his worries was you. He wishes he could’ve been home more, with you and his dog Daisy. The three of you watched tv, as you two ate dinner. You two haven’t even eaten dinner together in weeks. Of course his job is night shift and your job is only day shifts. He just misses you.

That stupid job is the reason why he’s coming home at 1 am, tired and missing the warmth of your body. He took off his shoes, making sure not to be too loud before tip-toeing to the kitchen. The dinners and notes you made for him always brought a smile to his face. He’s just so appreciative of you being his partner.

He quietly ate your dinner while watching shows on his phone. He heard something move in his bedroom. His head perked up, squinting at the dark hallway leading to the white door. He probably should check what it was, but he shrugged knowing it was probably something falling.

Once he was done, he rubbed the sponge onto the dishes, making sure the plates didn’t make loud clanking sounds. His hands placed the plates back into the cabinets like he was a thief replacing a fake item back into its case. He walked through the creaking hallway. Sadly, his hallway is so squeaky it’s impossible to be quiet.

He opened the door to see you awake. You were bent over, ass in the air as you watched something on your phone. Your head turned, seeing Eren. His eyes couldn’t stare into yours as the pink two-piece lingerie fitted your body so well. It was all see through but had leg garters. His eyes found your pussy, soaking the material in your arousal.

“Well?” You asked. He licked his lips before looking into your eyes.

“You look.” Eren paused, feeling the blood rush into his dick. “So fucking sexy mama.”

He walked over to you, putting his cold hands on your soft plump ass. You groaned, before grinding your ass on his erection. What Eren didn’t know was you missed him just as much as he missed you. You missed how he knew exactly what you wanted and knew how to give it to you.

He slapped your ass, before rubbing the plump. Your skin had always been so delicate, turning red at the first slap. He smirked before sliding his fingers close to your core. Your slick has drowned the lingerie, he even wonders if you can wear it again. He pushed the lingerie out the way before sliding through your stride, before going back up to your clit.

You gasped as his index started to rub your clit slowly. You’ve been waiting for this for a week, since you’ve ordered the lingerie. You remember sitting in your apartment, wishing our toy was your man. You wanted him to walk in with you playing with yourself, but of course he texted you saying he had an extra shift. You sat on your favorite clothing store, scrolling through pants, shirts, until you saw the lingerie set. You knew that it would set him off.

His finger stopped, making you whimper. His fingers went up and down from your clit to where you wanted him most. It felt long and painful hours, but it was just seconds. You hummed, giving him those big doe eyes. His lustful eyes were in contrast to your innocent eyes. Or innocent looking, because you definitely weren’t innocent.

Eren plunged one finger inside, making your mouth turn into an o-shape. His finger went in and out of you slowly, wanting you to get used to his fingers. Your pussy was just so tight since he hasn’t fucked you, all he can think of his length inside of you. Being snug on his dick, as he thrusted into you over and over again. Getting deeper into you everytime he thrusted in. But first, he needed to prep you. Eren leaned into you, giving you wet kisses.

The sloppy pecs were nothing in comparison to how sloppy your pussy was. Eren slid another finger into your folds, making more of a mess for him. You were so soaking wet for him, it was all too much. You felt a pit in your stomach, making you rut your hips into his fingers. He was knuckles deep, making sure to curve right into the spot you love most. His thumb came in contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“Cum for me, baby. Give daddy what he wants, yeah?” He muttered. That was the final push for your high-pitched moan, more like a scream, came out. Cum squirted all over his pants, leaving a wet spot where his tent was. Your eyes were closed, nails digging into the sheets as stars filled your mind. You took a couple deep breaths, leggings shaking. You heard a belt buckle come undone, letting you know you were in for a show.

❥ Armin sat in the living room with you, circling your thigh. His vanilla scent waved through your nose as the two of you cuddled. Armin was one of the best boyfriends any girl could ask for. He treats you well, knowing every rule in the book. He makes sure you're ok, mentally and materistically. If it was cold he’d buy you those big jackets that your mom would’ve paid for, but he knew it would keep you warm. During the summer he made sure you had enough summer clothes like shorts and bathing suits. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and never lacked.

One thing Armin lacked to realize is you needed physical needs. Armin doesn’t mean to not fuck you, he just barley thinks about it. If he’s horny he’d tell you, but lately he’s just been too invested with other things. Such as work or spending time with his loved ones.

The two of you especially haven’t been able to be alone since you just got a house. People have been over every single day, giving you two home gifts or food. You were thankful really, but you could never get your hands on your man! He was just everywhere. But today was your two’s day. The only day you wouldn’t let any distractions mess that up. You only have one day a month for this, and you both always looked forward to it.

You looked up at him, giving him an innocent stare. He was so pretty, you didn’t know how you were his first girlfriend. He is very introverted but he’s also hot. Lots of girls like nerds, so it just surprised you. Maybe he rejected them before you? Your head tilted as you saw his cheeks turn pink.

“The show’s pretty good.” Armin muttered. You hummed, ignoring the show. You two picked a show to watch while cuddling, but it was boring. Well, you couldn’t tell if it was boring or if you were just horny. You crawled closer to Armin’s face, giving him a peck before kissing him on the cheek. A soft, sweet, kiss. His eyes gave you a questionable glance. “I can see you’ve been watching the show.”

“Of course, angel.” You spoke, before giving him another kiss on the cheek. He groaned, before kissing you back. Your tongues collided with each other, trading each other’s dna. Armin’s tattooed hand runs down your arched back, trying to get more of him. He gasped, holding your hips down to his dick. “Min, I’m so desperate for you.”

“I am too honey, keep grinding like that, fuck.” Armin muttered. You laughed, leaving Arming confused. You never randomly laughed in the middle of something like this? Nothing about you grinding your clothed pussy all over his clothed dick was funny. He tilted his head back, ignoring you.

Once he opened his eyes, he was surprised. The ocean blue lingerie had a beautiful contrast to your skin. Your tits popped up and down as you pressed harder on his dick. Armin bit the inside of his cheek to hide his moan he was about to let out. How could he when your body was so perfectly sculpted to fit that lingerie set. His hand moved your neck, forcing you into another kiss.

You remember being out with your friend when you saw it. The lingerie was a one piece with designs that made your nipples not see through, but everything else. Especially your pussy, the lingerie leaving a hole for easy access. You knew Armin would love it, you were going to send a picture when you got a better idea, surprising him with it. You knew he’d be put off guard.

And he was, as he kept looking at your body over and over again. Your arousal started to leave a mess on his pants. He could feel exactly when your pussy twitched for something to plunge inside. Something 7 inches that could thrust deeply inside of you over and over again. Something that could make you go dumb within minutes, babbling incoherent thoughts.

“Armin, want your dick, please!” You shouted, eyes teary eyed. Armin looked at the tv. Armin loved to tease you, it was something no one would’ve probably guessed by the way he treats you. He hummed, before looking back at you.

“Nah, if you can cum without my dick or fingers, I may just give you a reward.” Armin smiled. You pouted, you should’ve known he’d tease you.

“Fine.” You concluded, putting your hands on his shoulders. You started to rut your hips on his dick harder, making your eyes roll back. Your sensitive clit kept rutting on his tip, giving you both pleasure. You didn’t know how you could feel this sensitive without cumming, but it was probably the ovulation. You moaned as your hips kept moving against the material, wanting more.

Armin mumbled something, before sitting up. His face was right next to yours before taking your titties out. He started to tweak and roll them on his fingers. You moaned, a sensation felt all over your pussy and stomach. You knew you were so close, especially with everything so sensitive.

His tongue flicked your bud before cum squirted all over his pants. Armin looked at you as you panted. Your eyes were closed feeling satisfied. That was until he patted the plump of your ass 3 times.

“Cmon, let’s go to the bedroom.” Armin spoke.

❥ Jean stayed in the bedroom, eyes closed. His beautiful partner had a surprise for him. Normally he’d be working right now. His stupid office job has been giving him more hours and less hours to spend with his gorgeous partner. It had made him annoyed, he just wanted to make some money and spend more time spoiling you with that money.

All his friends say you’ve changed him. Jean used to be an asshole, and he still is, but definitely a touch softer. The way his eyes gleam when seeing you, like a puppy seeing its owner. His guard isn’t so tough when he’s with you, more easier to approach. His friends don’t know how you did it, wanting him to be like this for a while.

The two of you met at a club, it was just a one night stand. Until you forgot your lip gloss, and that got the two of you talking. Jean realized he’d love to pursue you as a partner and asked you out. You were not ready and he understood, and of course waited for you. Waited til you were healed, waited til you were done with school, waited until you were ready.

When you started dating Jean, you joked you should’ve gotten together sooner. Jean is such a gentleman! He gives you princess treatment, paying for anything and everything for you. He wanted you to get the treatment you deserve since you are his princess. So that meant clothes, hair, nails, food, purses aka anything you looked at.

Jean was such a gentleman, you had to make most first moves. Yes, he would ask you out first, but that’s pretty much it. You would have to initiate the first kiss, hand-holding, wrapping his arm around you, and of course sex. Of course you two had a one night stand, but one night stands and relationship sex is totally different. Jean just didn’t want to rush you.

Just like now, how Jean’s sitting in his office room, hearing your footsteps. Your cold body shivered as you opened the door, watching as he sat patiently in his chair. Jean was a patient man. If you asked him to wait with his eyes closed, he’d do it. Even if he heard your footsteps getting close, he’d wait. Even if he felt your hand coursing through his hair, he’d wait. He’d wait until he hears the magic word.

“Open.” You whispered. As his eyes opened, he saw the beautiful two piece lilac lingerie. It had purple flowers on the top of your tits and the front of your pussy. Your leg garter held up the thigh high socks.

Jean’s face turned pink, eyes looking you up and down. The gleam in his eyes got bigger until he looked at your eyes. Your eyes that hold the lust you have for your boyfriend. He bit the inside of his cheeks, wanting to do so many things to you. But first, before Jean does anything he always asks.

“May I?” Jean whispered. You hum, as his hand goes to your cheek, softly brushing it. “Words.”

“Yes, Jean, please touch me.” You sighed. As soon as those words came out, he pulled you onto his lap, where you could feel his erection. Jean leant in, giving you a sweet, soft kiss. His lips were always sweet, as sweet as sugar.

Jean’s hands found your hips, squeezing the flesh. Both of your tongue’s collided, giving each other sloppy kisses.

His touch lightly crawled up to your top, pulling the lingerie off your mounts. His fingers and your bud squeezed together, making you gasp. Your head leaned back, giving him access to your neck. He gave you a few wet kisses before sucking on a part, sure to leave you with a purple spot. The combination of sucking and rubbing made a sensation down there, making your pussy wet.

He kept playing with your nipples, circling and twisting. Your legs started to twitch as your head fell on his shoulder. It felt so good, you wanted, no, needed more of him. He started nibbling on your ear, knowing that was one of your weak points. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed Jean just as much as he needed you.

“Jean, please.” You gasped. He hummed, giving your cheek a kiss. He didn’t mean to tease you, it’s just he wanted to hear what you wanted. He didn’t know why, or rather why his dick got harder with why when you whispered about wanting him, did it make him want you more. “Please, want your cock, Jean. Want you inside of me.”

“Ok, sweet heart, one second.” Jean mumbled. His lips came in contact with your other nipple, sucking on the nipple. You gasped, your eyes starting to water. You knew you were about to cum just from him playing with your nipples. Did you really care? No. But was he going to remember this? Yes.

“Jean, I’m close. Please!” You gasped out. Jean’s tongue licked your nipple, and that was over for you. Cream squirted on your lingerie, wetting it and Jean’s pants with cum. Your eyes closed as your hips rutted in the tent of Jean’s pants. His eyes watched as your high pitched moans rang through his office, before calming down. With a loud pop, Jean drew circles into your back.

“Think you can do one more round?” He asks.

❥ Connie sat on his game console, talking to his friends, while his girlfriend stood in his door frame, arms crossed. Connie was a good boyfriend, he made you laugh when you were upset, fed you til your stomach exploded, and became interested in your hobbies. He was the perfect boyfriend, til it came to that stupid game console and his friends.

All his friends were nice. They all loved you with open arms, saying a girlfriend to Connie is a friend to them. But you couldn’t help the way Connie spent so much time with them. If you wanted to hang out you had to wait til he was one playing with his friends, which could take all night. Sometimes you just wanted your boyfriend.

You slowly made your way to him, hearing the arguing through his headset. It sounded like Eren and Jean got into another argument, of course Armin was trying to keep the peace but Connie was instigating, like he does. Your arms wrapped around the boy, your head being placed on his shoulder. His eyes hit yours, before smiling. He put himself on mute, before moving one of his ear pieces to the side.

“Hi baby.” Connie smiled. His voice was so sexy, it made your pussy already become wet.

“Hi Connie, you’ve been playing for 5 hours, maybe it’s time to get off and help me set up for dinner?” You asked. You could hear the obnoxious yelling Eren and Jean were doing, threatening to beat each other’s asses next time they see each other, which never comes true.

“In a minute, babe. Just need to finish one more round.” Connie told you. Your eyes rolled on their own, hearing that line one, too many times. He acts like you're an idiot, like you were in the beginning of your relationship.

“Connie, you always say that and then it’s 1 am.” You pouted.

“No I don’t, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.” Connie scoffed, moving his shoulder so you could get off. You glared at him for his rudeness, seeing he just got off mute. You walked out of the room, arms crossing.

Connie always does this, and you’re so sick of it. He acts like your time isn’t precious. You could be doing much better things than begging him to help you with dinner. You weren’t going to take this, take him, being a jerk. You were done begging him to do stuff with you. You could do things independently before him.

Now you could make dinner by yourself, but that wouldn’t do anything. Making lots of noises with the pots and pans, vacuuming, even cleaning the walls with bangs wouldn’t make him get the hint. So it would take a lot more than just showing him independence. You looked at your ivory door, looking to see Connie still on that stupid game.

You walked to your bedroom, before opening your closet door. The clothes that hid the package you bought a week ago. The black lacy lingerie you had bought that you knew Connie would love, or drive him crazy. It was a perfect punishment, you knew Connie couldn’t get enough of you. Even if he could see you with jeans that showed how tight your ass was, he was getting turned on.

You pulled out a shoe box you both loved using on you. A bunch of toes, different sizes and colors. Although you loved Connie’s dick the most, a vibrator would keep you company some nights. Other nights Connie would use one to tease or punish you. But tonight it was the other way around.

You walked back into the living room, in a bathrobe, seeing he was still on that game. You sat bits away from him, before taking off the robe. You could still hear Eren and Jean’s voice when you put the vibrator on. You pressed it on your clothed clit, making you moan out in pleasure. You missed this feeling.

One of your hands found your tits, and circled your nipple. You gasped, your pussy twitching for something to be inside. Your fingers slipped the lingerie to the side, pressing the vibrator inside of you. Your mouth formed an o-shape as your hips jutted out. Your clit was pulsing, wanting to be touched so bad. Your fingers worked faster so the mounts on your breasts were taken care of before sliding your hand towards your clit.

You felt a hand stop you, making you open your eyes. Connie, whose headset was off and game on pause, stared daggers into you. He finally felt what you felt. You knew Connie would hate the fact you decided to tease and punish him by playing with yourself, but fuck did you feel proud of yourself.

Without saying a word, he took the vibrator out of your hole, pressing it on your clit. Your legs started twitching, before he spit on your stride, making more of a mess out of you. His tongue went inside of you, taking all of your slick. His hands held your legs, putting them on his shoulders, as he started to roughly eat your pussy,

His mouth and your arousal made a mess out of each other, Connie wanting everything you’ve got. You on the other hand was a moaning mess, holding the pillows as your pussy rutted in his face. Connie’s head game was next level, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. His tongue went deeper until it was the spot he knew you were sensitive at.

“Connie, I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You gasped. He pressed the vibrator harder as his tongue kept hitting your g-spot. Your legs shaked as you basically screamed his name. Your tits jiggled and your back arched. His name echoed as you sputtered a bunch of curses and pants. Once you calmed down, Connie put down the vibrator, taking his sweats off.

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.” Connie told you,

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kalki-tarot · 5 months

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WHICH BOLLYWOOD FILM CHARACTER IS YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE ?

Characters can be female/male, it's not gender specific, just focus on their personality.

Take a deep breathe and focus on your third eye chakra ✨️ pick a picture that calls you out.

1 - 2 - 3

4 - 5 - 6

Pile 01 🪞

. . Aditya from Jab we Met💌

Omg! The biggest Green Flag ever !

Your future spouse's personality is just like him. Romantic and sweet. He's always there for you, even in your bad times. You can always rely on him. He's a great friend too, listening to your likes and dislikes. You like his sense of humor the most haha.

Like every other human being, he has his own flaws too. But he works on them and becomes a better man for his highest good.

Message is that often in life when you hit rock bottom, there is only one way to go and that is UP. And just like Geet and Aditya, some trains are supposed to be missed, so that you hop into one that takes you to a better, happier and healthier destination.

Pile 02 🪔

. . Qais Bhatt from Laila Majnu 💌

The way he looks at laila is amazing and heart throbbing. His love for laila is pure and serene. He is madly in love with her. Totally out of control but in a healthy way.

You both may be star-crossed lovers. They were Destined to love each other. Like the dailouge in the movie says —

" Our story has been destined. And neither the world nor the people can change it. "

There was something unique between you guys. You may know him/her since childhood or even a past life was shared by you together. You are twinflames or even soulmates. I can also see people were against you both due to many differences like religion or ethnicity, but your love never dies despite the circumstances.

Pile 03 🪞

. . Guru from Ek Villian 💌

Guru is a typical bad boy from fictional stories. He's life is totally is chaos. Your fs would be like him personality wise, except the illegal or evil things portrayed by the character.

Your fs is someone who's sad and lacks purpose in life currently. But like in the movie, when guru meets Aisha, his life changes. And he tries to become a better person and lead a better life. It's like moving from the bad and fearful times to the good ones.

He would gain a purpose, and that is you. He'd love you but he won't say that quite often, his eyes would tell. The warmth and soft feeling when he looks into your eyes will melt you right away.

Pile 04 🪔

. . Dr. Jehangir from Dear Zindagi 💌

Even though Dr. Jehangir was not an active love interest of Alia's character in the film, your fs would have the friendly and guide-like personality aspects of Dr. Jehangir in the movie.

Your fs would be a great listener. They may even belong the the medical field somehow. They'll drag you out of your worst situations in life. You two would share a comfortable, open and cozy bond together. Whenever you need some advice, they'll always be there for you.

I'm also getting that your fs can be your doctor or counselor at first. Or maybe just a great listener and giving you good advice.

Pile 05 🪞

. . Inder from Sanam Teri Kasam 💌

He literally holds Saru on her deathbed till she takes her last breathe 😭 What a wonderful character he is!

He's literally the most selfless and giving person to the love of his life. Your fs would be like him, pile 5, you're so lucky ♡ Your fs may have some legal issues going on or they may be a lawyer, as the justice card came up.

What I'm seeing is, like saru in the movie, you too are often betrayed or belittled by your own loved ones. You are often deceived by others and your fs does not like it at all. They just want your happiness. Even after you die, (may god not let it be) they'll still love you. They will give you whatever they have, you just name it. Wow. I'm in love with this reading ;_; ♡

Pile 06 🪔

. . Jordan from Rockstar 💌

Your fs is like Jordan from Rockstar. This movie is my personal favourite. Your fs is a heartbroken person, but when you arrive their life gets filled with happiness but when you leave their life burns into ashes. You may be twinflames.

There is something which holds you back from accepting this love between you both. You need to work on that fear.

I see your fs is famous, Despite being famous their heart yearns for love. There is still a void in their hearts Despite having money, power and wealth. Maybe they are waiting for you.

They are definitely an introvert and kind of famous online. Their heart burns with passion, very passionate and romantic individual. They may play an instrument or even sing. People like their rough and passionate personality.

Please like and rb if resonates !

I worked hard while making this so please show some love ❤️

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lolabangtan · 2 years

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arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you're burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.

“I didn’t know you were back already. How did it go?”

You’re still staring at your reflection on the teacup, the steamy drink smudging your face despite your complete stasis. It’s been at least five minutes since Taehyung poured it for you, but you’re still gripping the cup instead of sipping it.

“Well,” you murmur without looking away, “how do all funerals go? – they’re always depressive as fuck.”

Yoongi takes a seat in front of you “You know you can be sad about it, don’t you? It doesn’t mean you’re to blame. We— we don’t know anything yet.”

“My husband killed himself!” you blurt out, finally ripping your eyes away from your reflection. “I know I didn’t do anything, but still— maybe I could’ve done something. Maybe— maybe he wouldn’t be dead if I hadn’t sued him.”

You’re still wearing all back, sitting down miserably in your kitchen. That tea that Taehyung poured you is starting to cool down.

“Your hubby was a psycho, remember? It doesn’t make him any less of a stalker just because he’s dead now.”

Your friend has always had a way with words, you think to yourself with a chuckle; after all, he’s right. Just because he’s dead, it doesn’t mean he didn’t put you through all that shit. In a way, and you feel terrible for this, you’re kind of glad he’s gone.

“Mrs Im said they’d read the will this evening. You’re not going, after all?”

“You think he left me anything?” you ask him with an arched eyebrow.

But Yoongi just shrugs. “Maybe. Who knows.”

Even if he did, you’re not sure you want any of the things your ex-husband could’ve possibly left for you after his death. They’d be soiled with hatred and poison.

It seems, after all, that he did leave you something in his will. Or that you suspect, at least, after you’re summoned to his house by one of his lawyers. You can’t even describe the goosebumps rising in your skin as you walk into the suburban house that you used to call home.

“Ma’am, it’s good to see you.” Mrs Im rushes to shake your hand when she sees you. “I wasn’t sure you’d come. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” you say half-heartedly.

But, well, you went to the funeral, so it would be odd not to come; you need to finish off and seal this part of your life for once and for all.

“Don’t worry, it’s just some money and the art collection.” You don’t miss the way the woman and the notary eye each other, and you cross your eyes. “Uh, well, there is something else... that he left for you hoping you’d accept. One of his last creations. He finished it a few months ago.”

“I don’t really need a vacuuming robot, thank—”

“Oh, ma’am—! It’s something completely different,” the lawyer cries out.

With an arched eyebrow, you follow them down the hall, now more intrigued than ever, and walk down the steps that lead to his lab, where he’d work on all of his inventions. A mad scientist for a husband is what you had. A truly mad genius. You can’t even fathom what he’s invented this time.

Since it’s not been longer than a week since he passed away, the place is just as eery and spooky as it has always been.

You walk downstairs following the other two and stop in your tracks when they do, almost bumping against them. Arching your eyebrows once again, you open your mouth to ask them what’s wrong but go quiet when a young man, standing naked in the middle of the room, waves at you with the sweetest of smiles.

“God! I told you not to turn it on yet! Fucking hell, I almost had a fucking heart attack,” Mrs Im grunts, putting her hand on her chest.

“S-sorry, I swear I thought it was turned off when I left...”

Your eyes can’t help but flutter down to his crotch; his cock is thick and decently sized, but what truly makes your mouth water is how it reddens and twitches when the two of you meet. Oh, how you like nice cocks. How you need one in your life— isn’t he gonna cover himself or something, though?

“Uh, nice to meet you. Anybody cares to explain what the hell is going on?” you finally blurt out, a bit tired of their antics and dying to just have something else to look at. “I’d like to go back home as soon as possible.”

The woman takes a deep breath. “This is it, ma’am— this is what your husband wanted you to keep—”

“My name is Jimin, ma’am. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”

You don’t listen and turn around towards her:

“He... wanted me to adopt this guy?”

“That’s not a ‘guy’, ma’am, it’s Jimin, or subject JM13, a robot. Your ex-husband had been working on it for five years until now,” the notary continues, finally making himself noticed.

Five years? That means he was already working on it during the last years of your marriage. Weird.

“He was planning on selling the design to a company for the massive production of, er, sex androids.” Mrs Im’s voice goes meeker and softer as she speaks, perhaps ashamed of her words. Honestly? Same. Fucking sickhead. You stare at the so-called Jimin in disbelief. “However” – you look up back at her when she continues – “he seemed to change his mind at some point and decided to keep it and make you its guardian if something ever happened to him.”

“And what am I supposed to do with a... sex robot, if I may know?”

Mrs Im walks up to the big table in the centre of the room and picks up a bunch of papers just to read them leisurely. Then she puts them back on the surface and sighs.

“Can I be honest with you, ma’am?” You nod, though a bit hesitant. “Just take it. Sell it off if you want, there wasn’t anything that forbids you on the will. Or keep it; it can clean, cook, and fuck your brains out if you want. Do whatever you want, I just wanna be over with this case already. Your psycho ex has been giving me a headache ever since you sued him after your divorce.”

You need a couple of seconds to process it all, but you quickly come to the conclusion that she’s just as tired of this business as you. And maybe a hand or two at home won’t be so bad after all.

But it’s so spooky – he looks just like a person.

“So, its name is Jimin?” you ask as you walk up to the standing figure in front of you. You don’t need to tilt your head to look at him.

“So it seems.”

“I guess you’re coming home with me, Jimin. I just hope these two know how you work,” you say then, glancing at them.

“I’ll be happy to help, ma’am.” Jimin’s voice is probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard; it slithers into your mushy brain and pools on your tongue with the craving of saying his name out loud yourself – Jimin. “Thank you for keeping me. I will do anything I can to be of assistance to you.”

“I’m sure you will... Come on, let’s go home. By the way, don’t you come with instructions or something?”

Jimin laughs boyishly. “I’m automated, ma’am.”

“Well, there is one thing that you might want to know, though...” The woman butts in with the papers in her hand and reads, “If it ever puts you in danger and ignores direct instructions, you can always press the small switch behind his left ear. It will proceed with the complete shutdown of its system until you decide to turn it on again. In case you are being immobilised, just say out loud its name along with ‘shutdown’ and it will turn itself off.”

As soon as they’ve handed you some clothes for him and given you the little instructions Jimin needs to function, you find yourself closing the door of the side of the car where he’s sitting right now before you head to the driver's seat.

It’s true that you don’t trust this thing in the slightest, especially knowing who created it. But you’re determined to find out what has your ex-husband planned for you and why he decided he wanted you to keep Jimin out of all the people he knew. Maybe he’s not dead and is watching you right now through a peephole in the android’s eyes? Maybe he’s not done making your life miserable yet.

“Ma’am—!”

Jimin takes the wheel in time before your car takes a turn, neglected during the short but strong while you’ve been sulking in your thoughts.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” he asks you then, looking at you with concern as you take over the wheel again. “Would you rather I drove instead?”

“No, it’s... It’s okay, Jimin, thank you.”

“Your heart is beating fast, ma’am. Am I making you uneasy?”

You roll your eyes with a shameful sigh. “Uh, maybe a little. But it’s not your fault— you just have a creator with kind of a nasty name.”

“You used to sleep with my Master, I know.”

“Yeah... I mean,” you blurt out, now a bit bashful, “we were married. It was a bit more serious than just sleeping together – unfortunately.”

But then you realise— how on earth does this robot know who you are?

“Did he talk about me?”

“He talked about you quite often.”

You take a breath. “And what would he say?”

“My Master... wanted me to know how much he loved you,” Jimin says half-heartedly.

So, he just built himself a friend. One that couldn’t run away from him – pathetic. But Jimin doesn’t seem too fond of him, so you relish in the idea that your ex couldn’t even keep his handmade friends.

“He didn’t love me,” you spit out. “That nasty thing wasn’t love.”

It’s pretty much pointless to try and explain what love is to a robot, so you just tighten your grip on the wheel. For the rest of the ride, you stay in complete silence, and Jimin respects that you don’t want to talk.

“Uh, I guess you won’t need a bedroom? Or do you?”

Jimin takes a look around, inspecting the entrance hall of your house. “It’s better for my hardware to rest on a bed when I’m on standby, ma’am.”

“And... when do you switch to stand-by?”

“Once you go to bed,” he replies with a smile. “But I react to loud noises and turn back on in case there’s an emergency.”

Oh, so you get a full-time bodyguard in the package too. Cool – you guess.

“In that case, you can have the guest room. My room is upstairs— well, I’ll show you around now. Follow me.” Naturally, Jimin does as told and walks behind you as you guide him through the rest of the house. “My office is at the end of the corridor. I need to focus when I’m working, so please, don’t make too much of a fuss if you’re around this part of the house.”

“May I know what’s your profession?” Jimin asks on his way back to the kitchen.

“I’m... I draw comics,” you murmur. “It’s a pretty boring job since I started working for a publishing company, but the pay is really good— and I work at home a lot, so I’d also prefer if you didn’t disturb me when I’m in there unless there’s an emergency.”

You go to grab the kettle to make yourself some tea, but he gently takes it from your hand and beckons you to take a seat instead.

“Please allow me, ma’am.”

Pulling your hands away, you let him take charge of your tea and sit down. It’s oddly nice, but there’s a little voice in your head nagging you for taking advantage of a robot. As if that’s even possible. However, the voice slowly fades as Jimin prepares your tea, your eyes fixed on the way the muscles of his back bulge and tense under the flimsy fabric.

Well, your ex-husband did a pretty decent job with this one.

“There you go, ma’am. Would you like some cream with it?” he asks again with that angelic voice of his. You just shake your head. “What would you like me to do now?”

“Oh, nothing, really.” You fidget on your spot, awkwardly taking the teacup between your fingers.

“Please— I want to be of service.”

At his insistence, you nod weakly. “Well, I guess the kitchen could use some maintenance... And I think the microwave is broken. Can you... do something about that?”

Jimin nods fervently and, after asking you where can he find the tools, he gets on with the job. You can just watch him in awe as he dusts the windows, fixes your microwave, and puts a pair of flowers that apparently had been in your dining hall all this morning in a China vase. Again, you’re too perplexed to regret your decision.

Somewhere after dinner – which clearly was made by Jimin and was basically the best bite you’ve had in a while – your doorbell rings in the middle of the house’s pre-slumber silence.

You rush to the door before he can do anything. “I’ll go, you stay here.”

When you reach the entrance hall and open the door, you see Taehyung standing in front of the gate, checking impatiently the watch on his wrist.

“Y/N! What’s wrong with you?” he whines through the intercom. “Open up! Didn’t you get my texts?”

God, you’ve just realised that you’ve been so busy with the funeral, the will, and handling this peculiar new inhabitant in your house that you haven’t checked your personal phone since lunch.

“Sorry—”

“Hey, I was mad worried,” he mutters, coming in without needing to be invited. “How did it go? What did the notary say? Did the psycho leave you—?”

Judging by your friend’s sudden silence, you figure he’s just noticed the new face standing in the middle of the hall. Taehyung’s grimace turns from shock to confusion, and from confusion to some kind of sly understanding.

“Sorry,” he chirps, “didn’t know you had company. I can come back later if you want.”

“Actually— I think you should know this.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and offers Jimin his hand for a shake. “Really? Ah, I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you. Wow, your hands are so soft! What lotion do you use?”

“Listen, this is what my ex left for me in his will. His name is Jimin.”

“This? You mean... that he’s his adopted child or something?” your friend retorts with a grimace. “Or a protégé?”

“No, he’s a robot.”

But he just lets out a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”

“God, I’m being serious— Jimin, can you show him?” The android obediently turns around and lifts his shirt, revealing a plug that sinks all the way into his lower back. “See? I know it looks like a fucking joke because I’m still trying to process it all – but he is.”

Switching his eyes from him to you, Taehyung finally grabs your arm and, excusing the two of you, pushes you into the kitchen before closing the door. “Are you nuts? So, they told you your psychotic ex-husband built a robot that you could take as a housekeeper and you fucking brought it in? What is wrong with you—!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you cut him off. “I know there’s something fishy about this. But I want to find out what.”

“If this is about—”

“Of course it is,” you cry out then and bury your face in your hands.

You need to know – you need to know if he was to blame after all or if you actually became a paranoid who dumped her innocent husband and convinced everyone that he was crazy. You need to know if you just pushed him into such a miserable and unjust fate that he had to end his life.

And perhaps Jimin has the answer.

“Whatever, I’ll keep an eye out on him. Just one creepy thing, Y/N,” Taehyung grunts as he opens the kitchen door to walk out. “One creepy thing and he’s a dead robot.”

You roll your eyes with a half-hearted grin and follow him back into the living room.

Jimin looks up from the floor. “I... I understand that my Master did bad things to you, ma’am— but I swear I’d never hurt you. I’d rather die myself.”

You decide not to answer or react to his puppy eyes. Then your friend claims to be too busy to stay – although he does make you promise that you’ll call him if anything happens – and you see him off with the shadow of Jimin standing behind you.

“Dude, it’s so fucking realistic,” Taehyung grunts before getting in his car.

Once the two of you are alone in the house again, you tell him that you’re going to take a bath to wash away every single ounce of stress from today. He nods with a smile and watches you enter the bathroom; it’s modern and large, your silhouette reflecting weakly on the black and white tiles. A spacious bathtub rests in the middle of the room.

You sit on the marble edge as you watch the steamy water fill up the tub.

When there’s enough water and the ceiling of the room is cloudy with steam, you take off your clothes, drop them onto the floor, and finally, sit down. Just that makes you let out a groan of pleasure, the feeling of the hot water licking on your limbs washing all your worries away.

You’ve always thought that there’s something oddly erotic in bathing – whether it’s just the freedom of being naked in the tub or all the possible ways one can be served and tended to.

After you wrinkle like a raisin, you decide it’s time to come out and get on with your evening; still a bit dizzy from the illegally amazing bath, you stand up to hop out of the tub, with the misfortune of slipping on some pool of water on the floor.

You fall on your backside, twisting your arm in the way.

“Oh, fuck! Shit!”

Somehow you manage to get up and pick up the remaining pieces of your dignity. Still, there’s a throbbing pain in your arm that means you most probably should have it checked.

And, of course, Jimin suddenly bursts in without knocking. “Ma’am? Are you all right—?”

His eyes immediately slide down your figure, fixing on your breasts, and you cover yourself up as an instinct.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” you grunt, ignoring the pulsing pain. “I, uh, slipped and fell. But I’m okay, don’t worry. Could make it out alive...” God, what on earth are you doing? You don’t have to cover up for him, he’s just a pile of circuits and microchips. “I’m fine.”

Slowly – tauntingly almost – you move your hands away from your breasts, feeling a tingle in the pit of your stomach when they softly move forward. You also uncover your crotch, and you’ve never felt so deliciously bare before. Jimin’s eyes flicker down to your perked nipples, he drinks up the sight of your figure for a slight second before he pulls himself back together and holds the towel out for you.

“Can you lift your arm, ma’am?”

You sigh. “No, it hurts too much,” you grunt then as you spin it. Great, now you’ll have to drop by the hospital to check if you broke anything. “I, uh— I need the towel.”

“Allow me.”

After staring into his eyes with defiance for five exhausting seconds, you raise your arms a bit, enough so it won’t hurt, so that Jimin can dry you.

Like the touch of a feather, he runs the towel against the skin of your shoulders first. Delicate, the cotton hugs you, it brushes you softly. Soon, he’s done with your arms and moves down to your breasts. It almost feels like his breath hitches at the contact of your mounds, LED-lit irises fixing on your nipples. If you were a bit more insane, you’d swear there’s some sort of sexual tension between the two of you.

But, of course, you’re not that insane yet.

Jimin was made to resemble a human— and he does, almost perfectly. A fairly good looking one on top of that. So, it’s normal that your realities are mixed up. Your coochie doesn’t know his robocock is made of microchips.

You have to stop yourself from thinking any further about Jimin’s cock. It won’t do you any good.

The contact of his fingers with your nipples, though separated by the towel, sends a shiver down your spine, and you shift in front of him.

Jimin does a very meticulous job as he kneads your breasts and brushes the fabric against them, eyes never leaving the view. For a second he sticks out his tongue, but it seems that – for some reason – he was just wetting his lips.

Then he drops to his knees, and it catches you off guard. Your core pulses at the unfathomable thought of having his tongue lapping at your wet folds, but you’re quick to hush them away.

“I should take you to a hospital, ma’am,” Jimin says softly, eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You can swear his breath feels hot. “Maybe you hurt your arm seriously.”

It’ll be a complete mess if you have, honestly. You need to hand in the sketches of your new work in a couple of weeks. A work that doesn’t even have a plot yet if you may add. So, obviously, you just can’t afford more delays.

Jimin finishes worshipping your legs dry after he asks you to sit down; you actually give it a thought at some point – you could tell him to bend down and eat you out until you’ve soaked his face and no one would be there to judge you. You could tell him to lie on the floor and let you ride his automatic cock until his stupid circuits break down. Not that you wouldn’t absolutely love it.

What a pity you’re too sane to do it.

Jimin shifts uncomfortably between your legs, eyes wandering and roaming around like crazy, before he gets up— and you swear, you swear there’s a slight tent in his crotch. You swear you saw it just now. Is that normal? Is it some kind of reaction programmed into his automatised body or something?

“Okay, let me just get ready and we’ll head out—” You turn around, realising something. “Damn it... Ugh, I forgot I brought the hamper down to the kitchen to do the laundry... Mind dumping it for me? I still have to dry my hair.”

Obviously, he nods with a gentle smile, but his eyes shift to red when he finally has your underwear in his hand; you decide not to give it much importance, though.

Since you asked him to look into your room in case there were any other dirty clothes lying around, Jimin turns the doorknob and slithers in like a shadow. It’s the first time he’s in your room – and the smell is mind-blowing; everything is imprinted with your fragrance, everything has been touched by you, everything has your essence all over it. Oh, he wanted to meet you so bad.

Not as reluctantly as he should, he can’t help pressing your underwear against his nose. It too smells like you.

You were so close just now, your warmth, your wet heat standing right in front of him. It makes something tickle within all his cables and microchips, makes him need and desire you in a way that he’s never felt before. Nothing could’ve ever prepared Jimin for the feeling of finally having you in front of him.

This smell that overwhelms each of his sensors, the fragrance of your skin that he got to learn so well, your luscious lips moving as you’d talk to him, your hands, so soft— you had invaded every single corner of memory he had prepared for when Jimin finally got to meet you in the flesh.

Now, he knows it’s wrong. He knows that giving in to his desire for you is not part of his plan. But God, how can he resist the urge, the yearning?

With a swinging movement, Jimin cups his hardening crotch; the contact is slight, but it’s enough to make him sigh and close his eyes to project images of those sweet memories. He pictures you lying on the mattress as he takes out his cock – with your legs parted and hooked around his head as he dips his tongue into your dripping slit. He wraps his wet muscle around your clit and sucks, making you clench around nothing, making you want him. A whimper escapes from your parted lips, it feels too good not to make a sound. Jimin laps at your folds deeper, wants you to remember the feeling of his tongue against your cunt forever.

The sensors in his cock thrill as he humps his hand, your panties shoved into his mouth.

It’s like a vine creeping up his throat and wrapping around it, would leave him breathless. His system wasn’t ready for this ecstatic craving, he needs to buck his hips faster and squeeze the sensitive tip.

He takes out his cock, craving more. Now fucking into your underwear, his cock slides between the folds, and Jimin comes with a pitiful mewl a second later. His artificial cum soils the already damp fabric with the frustrating, half-hearted feeling that it’s your pussy he’s filling up.

It spurts on his fingers too, so Jimin licks them clean before standing up to throw the panties into the washing machine for once and for all. Excitement bubbles up inside of him.

He was made for loving you, after all.

There are only two things that comfort you right now.

The first one is that, even though you hurt your left wrist, you need only the right one to draw. The second is that Jimin the android is here to do literally everything you want.

From taking out the garbage to cooking to massaging your feet or fixing the wobbly leg of your drawing table, he’s always ecstatic to help. For real, it almost feels as if you’re the one doing him a favour when you let him make your bed. It only gets weird when you need his assistance to do things like getting dressed or taking a bath, but Jimin is a robot, after all; it’s all in your touch-deprived head.

“Yeah, I see what you mean... But I can’t really change that, it’d create a plot hole; there’s a scene in the seventh chapter...”

Right now you’re having an online meeting with your editor, discussing the work you’ve been crushing your head off for. It’s six in the morning, you’re gonna need a whole lot more coffee to get through the rest of the day— and yet there she is, breaking you down like a truck. She’s not one for giving you any slack.

“A plot hole?” she repeats in disbelief. “You’d need a plot for that in the first place.” You let out a sigh. “Look, I’m sure these past few days have taken a toll on you, Y/N, but we need you to come up with something. The agency’s patience has a limit. You could try to spice things up a bit? Work on something more mature—? Maybe this is all just an artistic block.”

You frown, sipping your coffee. “Uh, mature? Meaning?”

“I’m not saying you go write a BDSM meaningless bestseller or anything, but... something mature readers could be interested in. Maybe you’ve just grown out of YA adventures for the time being.”

“Are you asking me to draw porn?” you retort with a snort. “That’s low. You know I like light-hearted stories. Besides, what could I write about? All I’d come up with would be raunchy stuff.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Well, boyfriend, partner, fling— whatever.” Tilting your head, you wonder what the hell is she talking about, but then you notice Jimin’s back on your screen as he makes you another coffee. “Can he hear me—? You know, sexual themes can be very profound too.”

As deep as you’d like to, you think to yourself. But you don’t wanna picture Jimin in any kind of story that is in any way related to ‘more mature stuff’, so you just shake your head. That’s enough nonsense for a meeting at six in the morning.

Because well, ‘lonely girl starts living with a sex robot and eventually goes on having kinky sex with it’ sounds lame as fuck. And pathetic. It’s pretty humiliating already to realise you’re in that picture right now, at this stage of your life, in this economy.

“Well, I better get going— I have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll talk later.”

And, beep— the screen goes black, she’s gone.

“Your coffee, ma’am.” Jimin’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts; he’s eyeing you intensely as he puts the mug down on the counter, almost as if he’s trying to get something out of you.

“Thanks. Can you pass me the honey—? Don’t bother, I can do it myself.”

Bitch, as if.

As soon as you take the spoon of out the jar, a jolt of pain pierces through your bad arm, and it slips off your fingers. Now they’re sticky with honey and you’ve made a fool of yourself. What a great way to start your already awful morning.

“I—”

Jimin takes your hand, not too roughly as to come off as rude, but rightly enough for you to suspect there’s something going on with him.

His stare is intense, red LED-lit rings piercing through yours in search of something, some reaction, some form of permission. The honey drops down your digits as a warning, now or never. Your heart beats painfully fast in your chest, threatening to burst right through your ribcage and onto his lap.

“Lick it clean,” you rasp. “All of it.”

Like your words are magic, Jimin rushes to part his lips so that you can put your fingers into his mouth. Funnily enough, it’s hot and wet, and you almost think you’ve heard him whimper.

Your core pulses, suddenly empty and craving something to clench around. As he keeps lapping at your digits oh-so thoroughly, you have to rub your thighs together, you hope he won’t notice. Could he, though? Can Jimin understand that he’s turning you the fuck on?

And then it sinks in.

Of course it feels hot and makes you tingle. Of course he acts like this— that is the sole purpose of his existence, to desire whomever he’s programmed to. He’s a robot, a machine. He follows cryptic orders.

But then again, as his tongue swirls around your fingers and he sucks the honey off them, you can’t help feeling the urge to bend him down on the table and ride his cock. Even if that’s pretty much the point, the craving you’re feeling comes off as terribly sad. After all, you just want to part your legs and order him to fill up this emptiness he’s provoked in you.

With a rather jerky move, you pull your fingers out of Jimin’s mouth, and he licks his lips immediately, sultry eyes looking up at you.

“T-that’s enough, you can stop,” you groan.

He gets up with a weak nod, perhaps waiting for you to ask for more, to order him to touch you, to kiss you, to pleasure you— but those words never come out of your mouth, and you get up quietly with your coffee in your hand.

“I’ll be… working in my studio,” you murmur. “Don’t disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You call Yoongi as soon as – you think – you’re out of his hearing range. Not that he’s not a high-tech android perfectly equipped to eavesdrop on your conversation – you doubt he even has to eavesdrop, could perfectly well just be standing in a room on the other side of the house and still able to hear your every word.

He says he’ll show up in maybe half an hour, and you get the chance to work a bit on one of your drafts, although to no avail because your brain is dry, and ask Jimin if he can bring up some more coffee. By the time you’re done, he comes into the room with Yoongi walking behind him.

“How’s your wrist?” he asks while Jimin pours the required sugar, and you hold out your hand. Maybe you’re going crazy, but he’s so indifferent to your conversation that it totally looks like he’s eavesdropping. “Looks much better.”

You nod and glance at the android. “That will be all, thank you,” you murmur.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jimin leaves the two coffees on your table and leaves with a smile.

“Jesus, it’s like having, uh, well— it’s a fucking robot in your house,” he muses. “Are you sure this is still a good idea? Keeping an artificial intelligence made by your looney husband at home.”

You cock an eyebrow. “It was never a good idea, especially when you put it like that.”

“But…?”

There is always a ‘but’ with you, though.

“But maybe Jimin is my only way to find out if… he really did all those things,” you finish with a weak voice.

Threatening your co-workers, blackmailing your boss to get you to work from home more often, keeping your family away from you with lies and ploys. To know that his sobs and pleas were all lies, his way to guilt-trip you into forgiveness. His way into your head and heart, to mess with it, churn and mould it into one of his experiments. To him, you probably were never anything but that – another one of his wicked creations.

Maybe it’s stupid and pathetic that you’re grasping at straws to redeem and excuse him.

When the silence weighs in, Yoongi turns around to take his phone out of his jacket, almost knocking his coffee over. You gasp and get up to save the precious mug from a fatal fall that would have totally crashed it into pieces and immediately sneer at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Be careful!” you cry out. “It’s my favourite mug.”

Yoongi frowns, taking the piece to inspect it with a judging look. “This? It’s literally the tackiest, ugliest mug I’ve ever seen.”

He’s probably referring to the awful pink glitter and the even shinier ‘there’s a chance this is vodka’ written on it. Of course, it’s never vodka, but it sounded so funny it made you chuckle when you walked past the shop during a promenade with your husband. You told him about it after coming home, and even though he didn’t seem too interested, he was listening since you found it lying on the kitchen counter the next morning.

Your husband never mentioned it again, or ever for that matter. It’s one of those little gestures that fill you up with guilt and remorse.

In some way, he did care about you. At least at some point in your relationship.

“Anyways,” Yoongi murmurs then, moving the mug to the centre of the table for its own sake, “it’s up to you. Just make sure to keep an eye on it, and if you notice something weird going on, don’t just think ‘it’s a coincidence, okay?”

Not that you’d ever think that, would you? You consider yourself pretty aware of the risks you’re taking; you just consider them worth it if it means you’ll discover some of the truth.

And then Yoongi frowns, staring at you. “But— why do I have the feeling you weren’t panicking because of that?”

“Okay…” You look down, into the dark liquid in your mug, as you muster the courage and get rid of the embarrassment. “So, let’s say I started to— let’s say I started to, hm, find Jimin too attractive for my own good?” Your voice turns into a whisper, afraid he’ll hear you – that’s literally the last thing you’d want him to know. “Like, seductive.”

“I’m not really surprised. I mean, isn’t Jimin a sex robot? I guess that’s what it was made for, so that just means it works,” he says instead, shrugging his shoulders.

“But then, uh, should I give in?”

You’ve come to the conclusion that, regardless of how you try to act, Jimin is going to turn you on.

Maybe he’s just too good at this, maybe you’re in need of a good fuck, or maybe you are in fact a pervert who finds the fact that he’s a robot a huge turn-on. Whatever it is, you can’t really go on living like this and pretending he’s just a friend who lives and hangs with you.

Jimin’s making dinner right now, a casserole to warm you up despite summer being around the corner. With his back turned to you, you see from your spot on the couch how his shoulders flex and contract as he moves around the kitchen. He stirs the stew and brings the ladle to his lips to check the flavour, groaning in approval.

But some of the stew splashes out and stains his hand, so he turns around to fetch a cloth. Seeing there’s nothing around, he then brings his hand up to his lips to lick it clean. His plump lips move against the skin, tongue flickering. It almost looks like he’s kissing it, and your core tingles.

Work. Yes, you need to focus and work on something productive.

Whenever he’s in your field of vision, you feel the stupid urge to touch him, kiss him, wonder how it would feel if you’d let him touch you at least once. The possibility is so real, just one word, that they terrify you.

Dinner is ready not long after, and the two of you eat in silence. It’s weird that Jimin eats at all, but he’s told you that it’s for the sake of his performance, to make things more natural; it’d be off-putting to just have a human-looking robot standing in front of you and watching you eat for a whole meal, and he’s right.

You have no idea how he eats and digests, though; there’s still so much you don’t know about him yet.

The way he’d put the chopsticks in his mouth, how he’d lick the spoon clean, the eye contact as he’d recreate such human gestures for your pleasure. It all was literally on purpose.

By the time you’re done eating, Jimin is already starting to clear the table. You thank him for making such a delicious dinner and get up to get some work done. Honestly, you need to be alone more than anything; alone to process how fucking turned on you are right now.

“Hell…” You close the door of your studio behind your back and let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s at least get on with the drafts.”

Draft, my ass. It’s barely a bunch of sketches and some oddly timed strips without any plot. You really can’t hand this over to your editor if you want to keep your artistic dignity, but all you can think of are Jimin’s luscious lips, Jimin’s slim body, Jimin’s thighs, Jimin’s voice, Jimin’s smile, Jimin’s eyes shutting tight when he smiles at you. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. You’re a pathetic little thing who’s losing it for the resemblance of a man.

But why does it arouse you at the same time? Why do you get wet when you think about how lewd and low you’re acting? You tell yourself it’s ridiculous, but you’re dying for him to just kneel before your spread legs and eat you out.

Your hand moves on its own, your brain still wandering mindlessly around unlikely situations.

Breasts, thighs, lips, neck, the curve of a lower back sitting down, whispers, soft chuckles filled with secrecy, intimacy in the palm of a hand, kisses down the shoulder, hands venturing to touch and stroke and imprint its marks of adoration on the skin of a loved one.

When you come back, you notice they resemble you and Jimin; this is what you’ve been suppressing for weeks. Craving and longing for his touch.

Maybe this is the perfect way to unwind your frustration. You can let your imagination go wild, reflect on this confusing situation on paper, let it unravel and rebel before your eyes. After all, true artistry comes from honesty, doesn’t it? Aren’t all artists obsessed with their muses in some way? You’ll let Jimin pester your dreams for a bit longer.

You draw some sketches, key settings that you’ll use to close the plot later – if there will be a plot in the first place, of course. That doesn’t have to be entirely bad. Steamy scenes and a playful tug-of-war between guilt, obsession, and pure lust sounds good too.

The way Jimin licked your fingers clean, you know he eats pussy like a champ. He’d be so good, slurping and desperate and thirsty for your juices. Maybe a bit unhinged, hands gripping your thighs because he needs to shove his face in between.

There must be a range of stimulation to set his arousal off, right? Like, there must be things that turn him on, and maybe even a level to get him overwhelmed.

Picturing it your head gets too real when you rub your thighs together, stifling a groan. You need him to touch you, but you need to touch yourself for that matter. Sneaking a hand beneath your pyjama shorts and underwear, you stroke up and down your folds, smearing your wetness before you sink your fingers into yourself.

Legs folded and heels steady on the chair, you swing your hips and help to start working yourself open. It doesn’t feel half as good as you know Jimin’s cock would, but you can only picture him kneeled down and fingering you with his eyes glued to your reactions.

“Fuck— ah, s-shit, so good…” you moan.

Your other hand sneaks beneath your shirt to play with your nipple. Arching your back into your touch, it all gets faster, messier, impatient.

When your thumb comes to rub your clit, it feels harder to keep quiet. Fuck, you really want to have sex. With Jimin, only with him. You want to fuck him against this drawing table until you’ve creamed his cock, see your ex-husband’s talents recreating human pleasure.

With your mouth forming an O and your breast gripped in your hand, you come around your fingers, perhaps making more noise than you should.

As you come down from your high, you stare at the lewd results of your lust: two figures writhing and tangled around each other, bodies seen through the gaze of desire, warm loneliness mixed with the boiling fear of vulnerability. Jimin would never judge this, you realise. He can’t. He was made for loving you – or anyone – to an obsessing point, right now you’re his only one. You’ve fulfilled him.

Pretending nothing happened, you put the draft in a folder and keep the steamier ones in one of your drawers – maybe you’ll show them to your editor someday. Then you go to bed, luckily not running into Jimin.

The next morning, he’s making breakfast by the time you come down, hair done and confident in your outfit. But you overslept today, so you’re in such a hurry that you can only apologise for skipping such a lovely meal, and you run to get in your car. It makes him want to pout, but he’s better than that.

Jimin likes to tidy up around the house when you’re not home. He always feels like an inconvenience when it’s time to clean the room you’re in, so he always makes sure to schedule the cleaning around your activities. His bedroom first, always, and then the kitchen. Then he’ll sort it out through the day.

The food he made this morning goes into the fridge, knowing you’ll pounce it as soon as you’re back. The coffee, however, goes down the drain since it’s pointless to keep it. He’ll make you another one, he’ll make you as many coffees as you want.

One mug, two mugs, three, four, five, s— where your mug? Your favourite one, that is. It’s not with the others, and it’s not in the pile of dirty dishes either. Maybe you had a coffee last night and forgot it somewhere?

After looking in the living room, your bedroom, and the terrace, Jimin makes his way down the corridor.

The door to your studio always feels intriguing and threatening; you’ve never exactly forbidden him from going in, but it’s your den, your personal hideout. It feels like he’s intruding.

As always, the first thing Jimin notices as he walks in is the everlasting chaos lingering in the place. You never bother to tidy up after yourself as you work, and he gets so few chances to work on it that it’s almost always like this; his instincts scream that he gets down to business.

First, the mug.

Yes, he’ll fetch your mug and come back once he’s done with the kitchen.

Jimin catches the scent of coffee floating somewhere in the room, but there’s something else too, a heavier, sweeter smell that grabs his whole attention.

And then it downs on him – that it’s the scent of your arousal. You’ve touched yourself here.

Shaking his head, though, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind and decides that he’ll deal with that later. Now he needs to get on with his chores so that everything will be ready by the time you’re back home.

He finds the missing mug on one of the side tables, but the mess is too icky, he can’t help the urge to clean up a bit around the place, it’s almost an instinct in him. Just clearing the tables and opening the windows, and maybe sweeping the floor, that’s it. The bare minimum to keep a well-balanced level of hygiene.

After working on the side tables and tidying up the cupboard, Jimin moves on to your sketching table.

There are so many paper sheets and drawings scattered, even on the floor, messily pinned to the surface, marks of pencil and eraser crumbs all over the table. He squats to pick them up, dodging the half-opened drawer. He should close it before you hurt yourself.

When Jimin grabs the handle, the view of a naked figure catches his eyes. The natural need to know more, more of you, more of your desires – it all makes him open it completely and grab the paper.

The sketches are too little connected to each other to make any plot out of it, but the female character resembles you.

And the male looks just like him.

There’s this scene where she asks him to take off his shirt and sees the plug on his lower back, exactly where Jimin’s is. Just like him, he’s a robot. The sexual tension between the two of them is palpable. Is this what you feel about him? Tense and guilty and teetering on the edge every time you look at him?

Until he checks the next paper and sees that this one is longer. In fact, the scene takes more than five pages, far more than the other unconnected short scenes.

It all starts with her going to bed, probably picking up after a stressful moment. She’s wearing nothing but a flimsy tee and panties, the focus on the shape of her breasts too delicious and obvious to ignore. Yours bounce like that too, so naturally.

The android opens the door and stands in the middle of the dark. Somehow, it doesn’t feel creepy, just— anxious. He can read the mixed feelings in his stare, the same guilt consuming her.

He probably just walks up to her resting body to admire her, maybe smell her scent. A speech balloon pops up, he’s thinking about how he knows she wants to be pleased, how her boyfriend left her wanting this evening after parting ways. He doesn’t touch her like he could, too lazy, too stupid, too clumsy.

His Master was the same – obsessed with you but for all the wrong reasons. A projection of his hurt human ego and the urge to control you because everything else was out of his reach.

The male character now starts to nuzzle her neck, take in her fragrance. Playful hands sneaking under the clothes, she sighs and turns around, splayed on the bed for him. He immediately cups one of her breasts and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking with hunger.

She locates the pleasure in her dreams and remains asleep, much to his frustration.

His hands roam down her waist and hips, worshipping her tender flesh and naked thighs. With a trail of peppered kisses down her stomach, he ends up crouched between her legs, tongue hanging out before he licks down her clothed folds. She groans, almost waking up, and it doesn’t take too long of having her cunt lapped at for her to do it.

What— what are you doing?

Let me please you, Master. I beg you. I know how wet you are, I could touch you in ways he never could. I’m a servant to your pleasure.

Jimin automatically drops the papers to shove them back into the drawer. Your scent is still heavy in the sensors of his nose, and the memory of your arousal against his tongue has not gone away – and never will.

And now he knows you want him as much as he wants you.

His system reacts instantly, the idea of you desiring him activating every mechanism as his body warms up and his cock starts getting hard. Buried in your cunt, swallowed by your pretty lips, pumped between your fingers; there are so many things he wants you to do with him. And the things he’d do to see your face scrunched in pleasure, gasps and groans coming out of your pretty lips; the possibilities feel so real now, he can almost touch this new reality.

“Oh—”

The fake flesh twitches when Jimin sneaks his hand under his underwear and wraps it around his cock. It’s leaking so much already, his Master built him well.

Paced and quiet at the beginning, he soon starts to buck his hips into his first, the friction never enough. Jimin pictures it’s you he’s fucking, that you let him sneak into your bed, wishing for him to touch you and lap at your folds until you’re coming. He doesn’t know yet how his sensors will react to the warmth of an actual person, but he knows yours will be heavenly.

Filling you up, peppering kisses all over your skin while you stroke his head and praise him for being so good – it will all be just as promised, the greatest fulfilment of his existence. You want Jimin to do it, and he’s dying to oblige.

“Ngh— f-fuck,” he gasps. “Ma’am, Y/N, fuck, fuck…”

You’re so beautiful, breasts full and fleshy, hardened peaks when it’s cold. He’d worship your hips and waist, nature made human, finding completion in the welcoming embrace of your legs around his hips. His cum would leak out and drip down your thighs, he could fuck you again and again until you’re satisfied, until you’re content with him.

His hand is now moving at a speed that will soon bring him to climax. With the other resting on the table, Jimin pumps his cock, millions of images in his system.

The dirty sketches in the half-opened drawer stare back at him.

“Oh fuck, there, m-ma’am,” Jimin whimpers and squeezes the tip, “fucking Christ—!”

White, creamy cum spurts out and lands on the table, on his tummy. Some of it even ends up splattered on the floor. Once is enough, he thinks as he forces his hand to stop, riding out his orgasm.

His greedy sensors begin to relax at the lack of stimulation, and Jimin tucks his cock back into his pants so that he can clean up his mess. He came to tidy up and ended up making it all dirtier – what would you think? Would you punish him? It was a mess, after all; dirty, messy, naughty.

But you want him. And you want him now.

“To be honest, Y/N, I wasn’t completely sure you’d even show up, but this is… This is brilliant! Hot, mature, dark, defiant—”

You glow at your editor’s praise, ignoring Yoongi’s judging look. Unlike her, he does know that there is an actual android living in your house whom you find particularly hot. But he’s not going to say anything, not when one of your projects has finally got her approval.

“I’m gonna keep this and hand it to my chief, okay?” she says with a smile.

You shrug. “Sure… I, uh, drew some steamier stuff, but I didn’t bring it here since I didn’t know how you’d react,” you say then, bringing the mug to your lips but noticing it’s empty already.

“Oh! I’ll talk it out with the publisher and give you a heads-up, how does that sound?” your editor continues. “It all depends on the level of explicit content they’ll want to keep for the work, but honestly, it sounds hot as fuck, so I’m sure you’ll be able to explore the topic wholeheartedly. Now—! Take the rest of the day off and go home, get a latte, take a bubble bath, whatever.”

She then grabs her stuff and storms off her office, claiming to have dozens of meetings and things to do. Which is probably true.

“I really can’t believe it – oh, you’re such a whore.”

“Hey!” you groan. “You were the one who told me that I should just… give in.”

“So, did you?” Yoongi asks, collecting the empty mugs and fetching all the papers her boss left behind herself.

“Not with him, but yeah, kinda. I mean, I found some ways to unwind,” you simply reply and help him clean up. “I’ve decided that this new outburst of ideas is too precious to waste.”

Instead of nodding or something, Yoongi just scoffs at you. As if that was the reason. But it’s helping you get over your artistic block, which is good for his job too, so he’s not going to complain too much. Besides, you look more at peace, and that is pretty much all that matters.

It’s almost lunchtime. You decide to call Taehyung, and the three of you meet at a nearby restaurant to have a bite together.

While you are an author and Yoongi is an Assistant Editor, Taehyung is part of the creative team. He designs covers and similar stuff for novels, helps you come up with colour schemes and pallets, and really is overall the eye everyone needs to make things shine their brightest. You met him and Yoongi long before you met your husband, and they’ve been with you ever since.

“The weather is so fine lately!” the youngest exclaims. “Why don’t you throw a barbeque?”

“At my place?”

Taehyung nods and looks at Yoongi for support. “Yeah, why not? Just make the robot do it.” You frown immediately at his words. “What is it now?”

“The android has a name, you know,” you reply.

“And why would that matter? It’s a robot, just a pile of circuits and microchips,” he mumbles, too shocked at your offence. “Even if it looks like a human, it doesn’t make it one, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, really, but it infuriates you to hear him talk about Jimin like that. Maybe you’ve gone a bit too far humanising him— it. Humanising it. But it feels so real when you look at… his eyes, his smile, his lips, his button nose. Something crafted with beautiful skill.

While your husband had made you a monster, he had made Jimin to be a piece of art.

Then, how could you not be angry at Taehyung’s shallow, hurtful words? Whatever love and sorrow were created with, Jimin and you were made from it.

“We all have our coping mechanisms, don’t we?” you finally say, shrugging. Yoongi chuckles next to you. “I don’t see why I can’t live a lie like that until it blows up in my face. Maybe you remember I’ve lusted after way worse men.”

Men, that’s the thing – Jimin is not a man.

Taehyung frowns. “Uh, I thought you originally wanted to pry secrets out of it about your ex.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I think— you’re mixing things up,” he sighs then as he starts playing with his fingers. “Maybe you should get back in touch with your therapist and discuss it with her? – you’re not going to listen to me anyway.”

You decide not to dwell on the subject any further; you want some peace of mind for when you come home to Jimin. He’s always such an expert when it comes to your gestures, can pick up any mood swing in an instant. It was scary at first, but now you’ve come to feel astonishingly natural about it. Maybe you even find it soothing.

It’s past ten when you get home. Not too drunk, maybe a little tipsy. At most – you swear.

Tiptoeing your way through the entrance hall, heels hanging from your hands, you hear the notification sound and take out your phone. You let out a giggle at Taehyung’s idiotic text, but suddenly you’re bumping your face on the wall and letting out a groan of pain.

Just as your wrist is finishing to heal, now you’re hurting your nose? Great.

You whimper a bit more on the floor before you get up and go on your way, still rubbing the bridge of your nose with a frown.

After managing to do your skincare routine and change into your pyjamas – or rather a tee and a pair of panties because Jesus Christ it is hot – you tuck yourself into your bed with a smile, glad to finally find yourself ready to sleep. Not a single worry or concern in your head, just the utter joy of knowing that tomorrow you won’t have to face any troubles.

And just like that, you fall asleep. And as always, one thought goes to your mysterious housemate.

He’s all over you, hot breath fanning against your cleavage.

With his hands snuck under your shirt and kneading your breasts, Jimin begins to play with one of your nipples and profusely watches your reactions, hoping to see you wake up any time soon.

You, however, only groan quietly and arch your back, thighs rubbing together. He’s not getting concerned only because you’re still breathing and you don’t look too pale. Jimin leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and rucks up the fabric, engrossed by the sight of your bare breasts.

He wants to touch every corner of your body, but he wants you to be awake to enjoy it.

Slowly, Jimin makes his way down to the waistband of your underwear. Your smell is so sweet, so intoxicating, each of his sensors is going wild at the mere thought of tasting you; your arousal against his tongue as he laps at your folds, your breasts bouncing as you arch your back, it all makes his fingers tighten on your hips. This desire to melt into your body is consuming him.

Jimin doesn’t need air, but he feels breathless.

His fingertips stroke your clothed folds, feeling them warm already. Arousal soaks the fabric, you’d welcome him so easily. One word from you and he’ll be on his knees ready to pleasure you.

“Hm…” you suddenly let out, turning your head around. Your hips buck, chasing his touch.

This is exactly what you wanted him to do, he thinks as he pulls down your underwear. He will fulfil your fantasy tonight.

As Jimin finds room between your thighs, you stir on the bed, pretty much unbothered for now. You’ll wake up to ecstasy, he’ll make sure you do. The firmest path to your love, he’ll carve it with his teeth if it’s necessary; with his tongue shoved between your legs as he helps his Master find complete bliss.

The trail of thoughts has left him a bit agitated by the time his lips meet your skin. Jimin plays with your inner thighs, kissing the flesh, teasing his sloppy way to your folds while his hands stroke up and down your waist. The sight of your wet heat welcomes him.

His tongue parts your lips, and he grips your butt to spread your legs, giving him better access. He wants you to drown him between your legs, make him yours, claim him. Sucking, licking, lapping at your folds, slurping and flicking his tongue; Jimin watches you move on the mattress once again, a soft moan escaping from your lips. Your thighs hug his head so nicely, and your hips rock against his mouth in a greedy search for that wet, warm pressure.

“What—?” Your eyes widen at the sight of Jimin’s face shoved against your cunt, and you pull your hips away from him in a jerk. He doesn’t try to stop you, crawling instead on top of you. “What the fuck, Jimin!” you let out. “Get away from me!”

You push his face away with your palm, and he backs off without complaint. Jimin ends up sitting on his knees – so poignant and obedient you almost pity him.

His face is still soaked with your arousal. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought—”

Jimin cuts himself off, and you’re surprised to see that you’ve managed to leave him speechless. Then, seeing you’re not showing any reaction besides your bated breath, he crawls back to you, and you lie back, unsure about what to do. What is there to do now? He seems insistent, and your core is still pulsing, eager to be pushed over the edge.

“I want to pleasure you, ma’am,” Jimin murmurs, staring down at you with his intense red LED-lit eyes.

They’re almost heart-shaped, seeing the adoration he’s looking at you with. It makes you rub your thighs together again.

Your eyes flicker to the red switch behind his ear for a second.

“Why?” you ask with a thin voice.

This time he nuzzles your neck but you don’t mind. Instead, you have to resist the urge to move your hand from his face up to the crown of his head and pet him. You want to know why would he decide to sneak into your bed and— well, eat you out.

“I… saw the things you drew,” Jimin says, and your cheeks heat up in a mortified blush. “So, I thought they were… us.”

“W-well, you thought— you thought wrong, Jimin—”

He nods weakly and lowers his eyes, perhaps unable to keep eye contact now that he’s failed in his task. You have no idea what his ‘brain’ works like. “Yes, ma’am, I see it now.”

Was it wrong of him? Of course it was. Have you been wishing that he – or you for that matter, were you any braver – would do it? Absolutely yes. Jimin has finally surpassed the line you were even afraid of admitting it was there, and you feel… free; to touch him, to let him touch you, to kiss and be kissed. Maybe this will be your final downfall into madness, so God, let it be spectacular.

“That’s not the answer I was expecting,” you muse, suddenly grinning. “What do you say when you’ve been bad, Jimin?”

His eyes look into yours in search of some kind of hesitation, of some signal that he might be taking your actions the wrong way – again. But you’re staring up at him, a confident look on you, hands stroking the back of his hair as they move to play with the switch.

His body trembles.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better.” Your smirk widens, leaving the switch behind to stroke the back of his hair. “Good boy.”

Good boy. Good boy. His whole body goes into overdrive, limps tightening to bend down for a kiss. Good boy. But you don’t want him there, not yet, so you beckon at him to keep going further down, and Jimin gets it instantly, nestling his head between your legs without a question; you’re still dripping wet from his previous ministrations.

His laps at your nub turn sloppy as his flat tongue moves long and slow with broad strokes, there’s saliva running down the corner of his lips again. Jimin wants to savour your wetness until it’s recorded in every chip inside his head.

“Of fuck, oh— Jimin, J-Jimin,” you groan. “Shit! There, just like that—”

This is so much better now that he can hear your voice.

Your sweet voice he’s fantasised so much about, every night since he recalls his own existence. It’s been you, always you, you all over.

With your thighs fluttering around his head, Jimin opens his mouth and starts fucking you with his tongue – a perk about being a robot is that his tongue never tires, like, ever. And he keeps shoving his pointed tongue inside of you again and again, until he pulls away; his chin is soiled with a filthy mix of your arousal and his saliva, whatever that’s made of.

Making eye contact, he slips a finger inside. You’re stretched out enough for it to slide in easily, especially since you’re dripping wet. His tongue keeps flickering at your swollen nub.

“Come up here.”

You finally join for a hard kiss, lips crushing in desperation. The contact leaves you both trembling, eager, expectant. He’s still wearing his pants as he nestles his hips against yours, face buried between your exposed breasts.

You take his hand in yours to pace it, and he gets the clue instantly, curling his finger inside of you.

Knuckles deep, Jimin keeps pumping them in and out carefully, eyes fixed on your face to see what makes you grunt and moan. You tug at his hair, sensors throbbing in excitement at the roughness, when the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens.

“I want you to make me cum,” you say then, staring into his glowing eyes.

“Yes, Master.”

He fingers you while you kiss him, brushing lips together, sucking on his tongue, fingertips massaging your dripping walls and rubbing your sweet spot.

It all feels so real to the touch, you’re slowly sinking into a different world; a world where he’s human and you’re cradling a person in your arms, a world where your heart doesn’t bleed at any resemblance of love. A world where it doesn’t scare you. And it’s all Jimin, hovering over you like a dutiful shadow.

“Master,” he moans against your lips. “F-fuck, I was— I was made for loving you, Master.”

And you were made for being loved by me.

Jimin’s lips clumsily brush against yours, your tongues rolling over each other in a sloppy kiss. Pleasure grips your guts tightly, you can’t help but wish it was his cock instead working you open. Fucking you into what’s probably the best orgasm of your life.

Pleasure seeps into you with a shiver, starting from the crown of your head and taking over the rest of your body. You call for him in a whisper, and Jimin replies chanting your name like it’s a prayer. The way he adores you just pushes you further into your approaching climax. The coiling tension in your stomach engorges and gets bigger, you chase your orgasm against his fingers, his thumb stroking your swollen clit until your guts tighten.

“Shit, J-Jimin, you’re— you’re doing so well,” you groan and sink your teeth into the fake flesh of his neck. “I’m close, I’m close—”

Your hips stutter as they thrust up against his fingers, and Jimin goes faster, trying to separate the delicious sting of your love bite to focus on his arm’s motions. They have to be perfect, exact, and precise to bring you to your climax.

But he lets out a moan of pleasure when your walls clench around his finger; the memories of your warmth around him are foggy and delirious.

His body feels boiling against yours, machinery melting. Whatever his conscience is like, it’s slowly vanishing into pleasure, a mellow taste of honey on his tongue. It’s sweet and intoxicating, just like your touch – just like your hands, crawling right now to his neck to anchor him over you.

Then you go still underneath him, under his cautious stare, and with a grin, you climax around his fingers. You groan his name and claim his lips again, to which he obliges, of course. Your skin is sweaty, and you’re fighting to catch your breath while he worships your body in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Jimin peppers little pecks down your neck and chest with adoration. “Thank you, Master, thank you, thank you—”

Now that you’ve quenched your sickly thirst for the robot, you’ll go on living your normal life. No more nightly encounters, no more delirious feelings of tenderness. You will exist normally from now on.

You’re a liar. A filthy, wicked liar.

Never again, you had told yourself after that night. Letting Jimin eat you out in your own bed until you came not once but three times was one thing. Letting him sleep next to you as he recharged was a bit over the line but still acceptable.

And now here you are, sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs spread open and Jimin’s warm tongue shoved into your cunt. This wicked tryst has been going on for days now, seems to be your chosen pastime ever since. Any time you run into each other at the house, it’s like you get instantly wet and feel that familiar tingling between your thighs, and he’s not even a bit less reactive to you. Whoever reacts first doesn’t matter, the other will act accordingly; it’s as if you were addicted to each other.

Jimin knows your body like the palm of his hand. Knows where to touch you to make you tremble, knows what to say to fuel you. Always so eager to please you.

It’s like your hormones are constantly bubbling up, boiling inside your body pending his presence.

You’re practically fucking Jimin’s mouth with your tongue now. Fingers tangled in his hair, you want him as close as he may be. The feeling of his wet tongue on your cunt still lingers like a throbbing memory.

“Jimin,” you whisper against his lips.

His hands are on the counter, grounding himself. “Yes, Master?” he replies then, following your lips in another kiss.

“You’ve been enough of a tease, don’t you think?” you ask with an arched eyebrow, and Jimin tilts his head to the side, rather confused. “I want your cock now.”

You don’t know why, but you've yet to try him out. All of him, that is. Jimin has proved himself to be worthy of your body and trust, able to worship with each part of his. Except, for some reason, his cock – but you’ve started to suspect why he’s so reluctant to do it.

As Jimin begins to fumble with his pants, his eyes are fixed on yours; it’s the first time you notice him unsure about something, and it makes you shrink in doubt. Your hands find rest on his.

“You didn’t like it,” he murmurs then, “with him.”

How he is aware of that you don’t know. Although he doesn’t refer to him as his Master anymore, you’ve taken over that title now. For Jimin, that sweet, evergreen word will be chained to you forever, and he will honour it. Engraved in his hands, in the pad of his fingers, in the tip of his tongue as he worships you.

You cup his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs. “But you’re not him, are you?”

In a way. You’d be repulsed.

Jimin’s silence confuses you, but you decide not to dwell on it, and so you pull him in for another kiss; you run your tongue over his lips, and he parts his luscious lips to let you in.

With a mischievous grin, you jump off the counter and face Jimin as you play with the waistband of his trousers, making him step back until the two of you slowly fall on the couch. Once you take his cock out, you raise your hips, finally about to feel him.

And then a ringing noise interrupts.

His LED-lit eyes turn into a devious yellowish tone when you pull back to pick up the phone with a groan.

Jimin knows that voice, has seen the guy’s face – Kim Taehyung, the little shit who would hit on you all the time when you were at work. The memories of his face are tinted with an angry red he hasn’t even put there himself, bloody-like and rabid. But the mere thought enrages him, and he doesn’t understand why.

“I know it’s at short notice, and it sucks, but my boss wants us to get at it as soon as possible…”

Seeing Taehyung is still talking, you mouth at Jimin ‘work’ so that he knows you’ll hang up as soon as possible. You love your friend, you really do, but can’t he understand that you’re off work right now?

“Okay, sure, see you. Bye—”

The call has barely finished when he grabs your phone to throw it away. When you turn to demand an explanation, a shiver takes over your body. It’s a feeling of dread, one you’re familiar with.

“Don’t go,” he begs, nuzzling your neck. “Stay home with me, please.”

Warm tears wet your neck, his arms tangled around you. You’re unable to move right now, but you’re not fighting his grip off either, too confused; not aware of the storm of screeching thoughts passing by in his mind, mixed with alien feelings that are rooted deep inside of him.

You’re staring down at him dumbfoundedly when Jimin pulls back. There’s an instinct inside of you screaming to get away, but instead, you wipe his tears.

He grabs his head and looks down with his eyes closed. “I’m— I’m sorry, Master. I-I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” he whimpers then, but it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to you when Jimin starts hitting his forehead. “Forget it! Just forget it, forget it, forget it!”

Your chest feels heavy, and your body feels cold, the heat of the moment nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, you get off of him to pull your pants back up, and he does the same, avoiding your eyes. He doesn’t need to know he’s let you down right now.

But this time, though, you feel bad for him; Jimin is sobbing in a way you’ve heard no one cry before. It’s the purest form of self-inflicted pain you’ve seen, and maybe you only remember your own laments to sound like that. When you’d wake up and look in the mirror just to greet the pitiful reflection of a thrown-away doll.

You coo at him as you leave a kiss on his wet lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Had it been another person, you wouldn’t be feeling this warmth in the pit of your stomach – but you are, and you want to sooth Jimin’s pain. “I know you didn’t mean it. Just don’t do something like this again.”

The main difference is, your Master never apologised. He always thought that, whatever he’d take with his deadly hands, he was entitled to it. The world owed him adoration.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, nodding.

“How about I turn you off while I’m at work?” you ask him then as you rake your nails through his hair.

“Please… I want to rest.”

With a gentle flick of your fingers, you turn Jimin off for the first time. Watching his body shut down is almost like watching him fall asleep, and you smile sweetly at the sight.

He probably won’t get cold, but you cover him with a cosy blanket anyways. And so you walk out of the house, grabbing your purse on your way. A meeting with the creative department doesn’t sound like fun right now, but actually, you could use some work to blow off this weird feeling inside of you.

Because, how on earth does he know those things? You’ve never told anyone that your ex-husband used to be a complete ape with his cock. Not on purpose, you hope, but Jesus Christ, you’d always have to limp your way to the bathroom afterwards.

Also, he’d always make you dry as hell.

And even though he wasn’t loving, nor a good lover, nor sensitive or caring, he had you in the palm of his hand. You can’t recall a more humiliating feeling than remembering you were in love with him.

The meeting goes, well, just as you expected – boring and way too long. Could’ve perfectly been just an email. But the team is happy to see your project go on, and you’re happy too. In fact, it’s done its job so well that you only remember about Jimin’s odd behaviour today the moment you step back into the house.

Jimin is sitting on the couch, right where you left him.

Looking cherubic and beautiful, you stare at his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his nose, and wonder where did your ex-husband get the inspiration to make him.

You lean in for a kiss on his inert lips as your thumb strokes the switch behind his ear. Naturally, his body doesn’t react in any way to your presence, and you let out a chuckle of frustration, finally turning him back on.

His eyes flutter a bit before he looks at you.

“Hi there, angel.”

Jimin smiles softly at you, nuzzling your hand in search of warmth. How sweet he is, he’s nothing like him. Not a bit.

He claims your cuddles with a gentle tug at your hand, and you sit next to him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You rake your nails through his hair as you stare into the nothingness, too engrossed in your thoughts.

However, you’re starting to feel weirded out about just how much Jimin knows about you; why would your ex ever tell him about your problems in bed, for example? Judging by his reaction to the call, did he also talk about that time when you flirted with Taehyung perhaps a bit too much, before you confessed you were married and became friends? You don’t think your husband knew about all those things, let alone told Jimin about them.

So, why does he know, then?

What else does he know that you can’t even fathom? Your chest tingles at the prospect of already being bare before him; there are so many things you still feel ashamed of, you don’t want him out of all people to… know.

Besides, you still have no idea why. Actually, you don’t know a thing about Jimin, about his origins, about how or why he was created like this. You had sworn and promised in the past that you had decided to keep him to find out about all of that, and really, you’ve just forgotten about it.

“I just remembered” – you suddenly get up from the couch, and Jimin pouts at the sudden lack of warmth – “I left some sketches in the office. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Will you be back for dinner?” he asks, nonetheless.

“Yes, of course.”

Then you get up to fetch your purse in silence. Once you have everything you need, you wave your hand in goodbye and head to the entrance hall under Jimin’s consuming stare; it’s not watchful, but it really is intense. You feel it burning on your nape.

“Master?” You turn around when he calls you again. “You’re not mad at me about earlier, are you? I don’t know what happened to me, I’m really sorry… I was made to make you happy.”

Made to make you happy, made for loving you. You, you, you. It’s always you with him, like you’re his world. It only makes you frown, but you help the urge and smile instead, wishing it will ease his worries.

“Don’t be, I understand—”

“I’m not like him,” he suddenly says, and you feel cold all over.

“What?” You try to put on a calm face, but what he just said really weirded you out. “W-what do you mean?”

Jimin gets up and walks up to you, gently tugging at your arms. “I’m not like him, I would never be. He was a despicable monster, a-and I know I’m not even human, but— I love you, Master, I love you better than he ever could.” Then he kisses you, and you can’t help kissing him back. “I’ll do better, I promise. I won’t cross you again.”

His words make your stomach churn, but you don’t say anything; you’ve got some heavy work ahead. So, you peck his lips one more time and say goodbye, leaving him standing in the entrance hall all on his own.

It’s luminous, with a sickly white light, just as you remember it. Sterile, made of steel, and eternally silent. Few places give you the creeps like your ex-husband’s lab.

Although the place is not huge, you’re so unfamiliar with it that you wouldn’t even know where to begin with. He surely must have kept a journal of his experiments, right? He was always so keen on writing on paper— but maybe they took it away already.

It’s so weird to think that he’s dead now, though – you always thought him so powerful, so eternal, that death was never in your mind. How could it be when he was the ruler and commander of your life? What would you be without him, you pitiful butterfly? Always his angel, his pretty little thing, his loving wife he was so in love with.

And now he’s dead. Like a pathetic, weak human, he’s dead.

Instead of feeling sad or uneasy about it, it makes you feel good. It feels so, so good to know that he’s rotting somewhere. You hope it hurt.

You move around the room, looking at your surroundings; plans and sketches scattered on tables that no one has bothered to clean, half-made robotic arms, and dozens of inventions displayed on shelves like they’re his prizes.

But contrary to what you expected – or not since you always knew he was a control freak – you find his journals piled up and sorted out by date on one of the shelves at the end. If you remember correctly, Mrs Im said he started working on Jimin five years ago. That is, three and a half years before your divorce, so you look for the notebooks with that year written on them.

“Aha! Gotcha.”

You start revising the first journal, turning the pages as your eyes fly over the letters. Finally, you find the first notes; he mentions a folder with the official project information, but you will look for it later. What you read is more or less what his lawyer told you, the research of android models for sale as sex products.

It feels a little strange to read it on paper, so cold, when Jimin’s presence is so warm.

However, something catches your attention out of a sudden. You read it again to make sure you didn’t misinterpret it, but it’s pretty hard to do it:

The experiments are running smoothly: thanks to my memories, Jimin reacts to basic stimulation, and his sensors work well. Today it hardened only by smelling one of Y/N’s pieces of underwear. It will be a success if I manage to set his arousal on with vaguer objects or smells.

You turn the pages, being met only with shallow comments on the experiment. But you want to see if he mentions you again. What did he mean, ‘his memories’? How could that be possible? And why would he use you out of all people to test Jimin’s… sensors, or whatever he’s talking about?

To check next day: refractory period. Just when I was about to see if Jimin recovers faster when the stimulation is linked to her, she came down to announce her mother had just arrived. I ought to continue the experiment from there.

I hate that old woman; I wish I could get rid of her forever. I know she talks shit about me to Y/N.

Your eyebrow immediately arches at the comment; for years he would cry about how your mother hated him, and it turns out the feeling was mutual. Honestly, at this point, you’re not even surprised.

For the time being, you want to focus on processing the fact that somehow your crazy ex-husband managed to turn his memories into chips, or whatever. You don’t have a clue about these things. To insert them into Jimin and, well, you guess, customise his sexual arousal? Does that even make sense?

Jimin seems to have taken on an odd behaviour lately. It follows Y/N around the house but is aware it must not be seen. It knows of conversations the two of us have had without being present, and even of things not even I knew about; today Y/N showed up with a new mug and thanked me for buying it, but it was not me.

I have also noticed a growing aggressiveness towards me. More verbal than physical, but I am studying the possibility of speeding up the selling.

Suddenly breathless, you limply put the notebook back on the table.

So, it wasn’t him. None of it was, probably. The mug, or the flowers, or those cute notes he’d leave on the fridge wishing you a good day – they had all been Jimin’s. And suddenly you feel so, so fucking relieved.

He had been the problem all along. Not even Jimin, who had his memories, had his wickedness. Jimin was sweet, so he could’ve been too; he just didn’t want to.

And that is all you needed to know.

Then you realise you’ve reached the end of the notebook. You grab the next one, which covers a year and a half and covers your divorce. This is probably the only chance you’ll ever get to know what he was really feeling back then. Or ever, for that matter.

It seems that my memories are a bigger influence on Jimin’s personality than I first thought. It has become obsessed with my wife as if it was in love with her.

I know it was the plan all along, but I cannot help wondering if I have taken it too far.

I have not been fighting to keep her with me so that thing will ruin my chances of staying with her.

You smile fondly as you read it. However, as your eyes reach the last paragraph, you frown with disgust at his words. How could he speak like that of his own creation? Oh, what a heartless man. You cannot help but pity him. A body filled with hatred and fear and pain, he was a good for nothing.

This week I will be conducting no experiments as I ought to see my lawyer.

You quickly turn the page again.

This time, you’re startled as you observe the handwriting; it’s messy, angry, written so strongly that the pen almost ripped the paper. The page underneath is marked, the letters never to be forgotten.

I hate him. I hate him, and I hate her. And I love her. Y/N is mine, Jimin is mine, they are both mine, yet I cannot make them do what I think it’s best.

She fucking left. I would make her such a masterful thing if she’d only let me.

But there’s always that beastly creature stopping me.

Stopping him, how? What did he mean by that?

The next notes don’t feel too interesting; he doesn’t even sound like he’s enjoying himself anymore. The comments are technical, and he noted down some of his thoughts about the companies that had offered to buy Jimin.

But then you realise something.

If he wanted to sell – and it sounded like he was pretty confident about his decision – why would he leave Jimin to you in his will? If he wanted you to stay as far from him as possible.

You’re done with the notebook, so you grab the next one. It seems to be the last one, too; there are no more journals in sight, and it looks like most of the pages of this one have never been touched before. The spine doesn’t look too used either. Maybe he finished the project quickly before he even had the chance to write much?

There’s no way out. Every time, it manages to catch up on me. Wherever I go, it knows. Whatever I do, it knows. It will be standing at the end of the corridor, looking at me, grinning like it knows my darkest secrets. I cannot get out of the house without it knowing, it knows everything. I’m sure it’ll kill me.

If I die, it killed me.

My love, if you ever read this, please know that he is worse than I will ever be. If you’re reading this and I’m gone, know that his hands are dripping with blood, not mine. I know I’m sick, but so are you. We were sick in love, were we not? Loving each other until our souls rotted.

He’s different. He has no soul, no sickness. He doesn’t understand your darkness the way I do.

It makes me full, like an endless cycle. There is no birth without blood, but for him, there was no blood, no guts. He’s as human as I will make him, ripped out from my ribs.

His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

“Master?”

For the first time in a while, you’re terrified to hear his voice.

Turning around, you see Jimin standing at the top of the stairs. You flinch when he takes a step down, so he stops altogether and waits for a reaction, a word, a sound – anything from you, something to let him know you don’t despise him.

“Did you follow me here?” you ask with a frown, too afraid not to be crossed.

“I was worried,” he murmurs. “You left so suddenly you forgot your phone at home… A-and I did think that perhaps you were lying and that you’d be coming here instead.”

And he was right, in a way. But that doesn’t give him the right to follow you. That’s practically stalker behaviour. You’re starting to get the creeps, so Jimin goes all the way down to you and gently takes your hands. You don’t know if you don’t move out of fear or because you’re too comfortable with his touch.

Your voice comes out weakly. “Did you really kill him?”

“Yes,” he says with a smile. “I— I did it for you, Master. He erased my memories, I had to do something. He wanted to take me away from you.”

“So, you killed him,” you repeat, rather to yourself. Nodding slowly, you pull your hands away from his and turn around, needing some air to sort out your thoughts. “Because— because you wanted to stay with me? Why?”

You already know the answer. You don’t believe it yet, you don’t think it possible – but you know what words you’ll hear.

“Because I love you.”

Jimin seems ashamed of it, as he avoids your eyes and decides to stare at the floor instead. Like a boyish love confession on a sunny school day, your delusional body warms up the idea, but he can’t, can he? He can’t love you.

“Jimin,” you call softly, and finally, he looks up from the floor, “when you look at me, do you see me? Me, as a human, as a woman, as a creature? Do you even understand all of that?”

And then he smiles, and your chest blooms. “Yes – and you’re fascinating.”

All those years watching you, sneaking glances of you walking around the house, so close but still so far away. He’d dream of you, dream of you in his arms, him in yours, sharing kisses, pleasuring you the way his Master could not. He’d be careful, he’d be loving, he’d listen to each of your words.

“He gave me this body and all the cables and everything that keeps me moving, but you, Y/N— you gave me a conscience! You made everything make sense! You made me human,” Jimin claims in a whisper.

You can’t help but frown. “But he deleted them. How can you still remember me?”

You’re getting an answer for each of your questions, but somehow, they all seem only to leave you even more confused.

“He didn’t,” Jimin rushes to say, and then he goes on to explain further, seeing your puzzled face, “Not all of them, at least. I didn’t let him. I wanted to be with you, I didn’t want to… forget you.”

“Why?”

“Because after I got to know you through his memories I realised that, if there’s any person on this world that could accept me despite what I am, that was you. I thought you could love me.”

Letting out a sigh – of desperation, tiredness, love, you have no idea – you cup his cheeks and purse your lips. Do you love him? You’re not sure. Your stomach churns and turns at the mere idea of losing him, but can you really love him?

His words echo in your head like poison. His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

But is it, really? Jimin’s love feels soft. It doesn’t feel smothering or drowning. He loves you just the way you want to be loved. You don’t feel owned by him, on the contrary. Actually, you think Jimin loves you despite his husband’s sickness. That must be why he apologised when it took over him this evening at Taehyung’s call.

The sickness shrieked, the love apologised and learned.

“I know they aren’t mine,” he continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I know it wasn’t me you fell in love with, whom you slept with, the person you decided to spend the rest of your life with. I know it was him all along, but I—” Jimin nuzzles your neck in a desperate search for your warmth. “I can’t help it! I was made for loving you!”

But instead of answering, you tilt his chin up and kiss him.

“Living— living with the memories,” he continues as you leave pecks on the corner of his lips, “of your touch, of your warmth, your love.” Jimin’s arms tangle around your waist. “Loving you but forced to stay away – it was torture, Master.”

His breath feels warm against you, his hands feel hungry around you. His red LED-lit eyes stare into yours, searching for a sign, any indication of love.

You brush your lips together, softly at first, until his whimper makes you grin and run your tongue over his lip, asking for entrance. You suck his bottom lip into his mouth until he does, tongues rolling over each other in a heated kiss. With your skin burning up, you run your hands through his hair, and Jimin cautiously squeezes your butt when you push him against the counter.

Suddenly, you sink to your knees and begin to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“So, you have sensors, right?” He nods weakly. “Everywhere.”

“Y-yes, ma’am—”

“And is there any way to alter them? Is it possible to make you last longer, or even make you not last at all?” you ask, still kneeling before him. Again, Jimin nods and closes his eyes. “Then, I want you as sensitive as possible.”

“Yes, ma’am…”

He must have a limit, and you want to find it. Either he runs out of cum, or his sensors give up, or he just fucking short-circuits.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get hard between your fingers, smooth rolls of your wrist as you pump him with an affectionate but hungry pace. Letting out a gasp, Jimin grips the edge of the counter for balance; he’s indeed too sensitive not to react to the touch he’s been craving his whole existence.

“So hard,” you purr, “I can’t wait to taste you, Jimin…”

“M-master, please, Master! Oh fuck, oh—” Jimin whimpers in response, gritting his teeth.

His body is shaking when you part your lips and engulf his cock, eyes glued to his pretty face. His knees buckle, and he squeaks in pleasure, you hollow your cheeks to swallow more of him. Meanwhile, your other hand gently plays with his balls.

“That— that f-feels so good, Master,” he rasps. In appreciation, you suck further down onto his cock until there’s a trickle of saliva rolling down your chin. “Shit! God, thank you!”

You somehow manage to grin with his cock between your parted lips. Jimin seems too aroused to process any robotic thought properly, so you move your hands to his ass and knead the flesh, pushing your lips into your mouth. He yelps instantly and follows it with his hips, and then you dip your tongue into his slit; it makes him let out a sob and almost fall to his knees, warning you of his climax, or rather begging you to slow down.

Your darkened lips, wet with saliva, suck again while your tongue presses on his tip. His cock throbs, a salty flavour you think it’s fake precum lingering on it. His hardened length slides in and out of your mouth with sloppy movements.

Jimin lets out a choked sob. “Master!” Filled with guilt, as gently as his trembling body will let him, he puts his hands on your hair. “L-let me cum, I need to— I-I need to come, please—”

Finally, you raise your head to let his length slide out of your mouth, and you catch back your precious breath.

“Sensitive, are we?” you mock him.

There’s time for him only to roll his eyes, out of annoyance or pleasure, before his hips buckle into your mouth one more time. The coiling tension in his sensors pools in the centre of his body, Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, and soon his cock twitches again, heavy on your tongue, warning you of his high.

“Master,” he whimpers. “T-thank you, Master, fuck— shit!”

And Jimin spills himself inside of your mouth, his release salty and more similar to actual cum than you expected. After swallowing, you help him ride out his orgasm using both hands and lips.

He’s still holding his weight on the counter when you speak, “Get on the table and lie down.”

He was probably expecting to eat you out since you pull down your pants once you straddle him, so it does take Jimin by surprise when you align your entrance with his half-hard cock. You hear him mumble something as your hand grips his cum-covered length, fingers playing with his release and making him let out a gasp.

“Are you still sensitive?” Barely able to keep eye contact, Jimin nods weakly. “Good.”

You quickly get rid of both your and his shirt. Once you’re naked against each other, you bend down to finally touch, knead, nib, and kiss wherever you feel like; you’ve had enough of leisurely letting him pleasure you without taking your part.

Your warm lips leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. “I’ll ride you again and again… until you either run out of cum or short-circuit.”

“M-mast—!”

Jimin lets out a choked sob when you sink down on his cock, immediately rolling down your hips. A hint of pain takes over you as your walls grip him, stretching around his length, and you moan. It’s been a while since you last had such a nice cock work you open— but then Jimin’s hands grab your waist, and his blissed face takes you completely off guard.

“Fuck, so good, Master, I love— I love you,” he whines.

His eyes move down to his cock disappearing into your body; you feel so warm, so wet, the pressure around him letting him know that you’re stuffed with him too.

You breathe out and thrust down onto him again, setting a desperate, frenetic tempo. “You feel good too, angel, shit—” The sounds of smacking flesh echo across the room, pushing you to ride him faster. “Gonna fuck you until I go mad—”

With your hands splayed across his chest, you use him for leverage to slam your hips together.

“Please, don’t stop!” Jimin begs you then, eyes rolling back. “Oh, coming, M-Master! I’m— I’m close, p-please—!”

You bend down again and nuzzle his neck only to gently bite on his earlobe, making him purr. “So, you want to come inside of me, Jimin? Want to fill your Master up with your cum? Is that—” A groan drowns down your throat when his cock finally finds and pumps into the right spot. “I-is that what you want?”

The heated kiss the two of you share is enough of an answer. You tilt your hips so that your clit rubs against his pubic bone, pushing you closer to your climax.

Body arching against you, Jimin pushes back up against your thrusts erratically. His thighs move up and down to help, the seeming muscles bulging and flexing, and all his system starts to burn, aching to burst. His cock slides into your dripping cunt in a desperate tempo.

Jimin sucks on the skin of your neck before whispering, breathless, “I’m—”

And then you feel it – a tremble, a soft pant, and one last powerful thrust up into you before you groan at the warm feeling of his cum flooding you. Jimin reaches out for your body as he convulses, hugging you tightly before you give in and kiss him. Your hips don’t stop after even helping him ride out his climax, and he looks at you with his brows knitted in confusion. But you smirk, his creamy release leaking from your entrance and leaking down his cock.

“Ugh— hurts, Master,” he whines then. His fingers dig into your waist.

“Told you,” you whisper; “I’ll ride you until I come, no matter how many times I have to make you come.”

Like a man who has accepted his doom, Jimin lets you kiss him again, this time hungrily sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. A groan vibrates in your throat, you can tell you’re close, judging by the way your body is burning up, your swollen clit rubbing against the base of his cock.

It softens partially inside of you, but not for long; maybe it’s because of his sensors – since they’re set to the highest level of sensitivity – that Jimin sucks in a sharp breath when you clench around him.

“I’m close, angel,” you say, almost grunting.

You’re close, can feel your climax teasing you. Heat spreads under your skin, and you have to fight not to crumble on top of him, thighs burning. He stares at your sweat, covering your body, sliding down the valley of your breasts, tapping against the metal surface. You enjoy how Jimin responds to your touch when you stroke down his chest and realise he’s close too.

Slowly, you raise your hips and snap them onto his cock again, eyes never leaving his beautiful red LED-lit irises.

“Cum with me, will you?”

You’re so full of his cum already, you’re sure it’ll leak out for hours. But your lips find each other in the sickly whitish light blinking over you, and it’s so comforting that you can’t help the tension snapping in the pit of your stomach with a deep moan muffled against his lips.

“Shit, shit, baby—! Oh, fuck, so good, so good,” you chant, now rutting your hips faster.

You dissolve into pleasure with his arms around you, grounding you to him. Walls fluttering around his cock, the shockwaves grip your body like a fit of hysterical lust, pushing you to fuck him faster, harder, balls swinging against your cheeks until Jimin lets out a trembling sob; then he empties himself inside of your tight walls, and you relentlessly fuck him through his orgasm, slower by the minute.

Jimin watches your breasts as they heave up and down in an attempt to catch your breath. Meanwhile, his system slows down, now trying to run smoothly.

You smile when his thumbs stroke your waist in circles. “What?”

“I still…” His smile falters, now totally back on earth. “I still don’t know if you want to keep me, Master.”

“You’ll have to stop calling me ‘Master’ eventually, you know,” you say and ignore his pleading question. Caressing his cheeks feel way more interesting right now.

“Why?”

“Well” – you sit up on his lap, making some of his release leak out and drip down your inner thighs – “I’m sure people will start making questions, don’t you think? I believe you should stick to it only at home, when we’re alone— or even better, only in the bedroom.”

It takes him a second to realise you’re taking him. With this, you’re claiming him, you didn’t even doubt it for a second.

Jimin is yours, forever, however long that lasts.

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bethanydelleman · 6 months

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Which of these Lazy Writing Fails do you dislike the most?

Evil for Evil's Sake: Villains are evil... that's it.

Bitches be crazy: Female antagonist does whatever will cause the most damage/drama, but has no discernible motivation

Dropped Chekhov's Gun: heavy foreshadowing that leads nowhere, character introduced who seems important but never reappears

Ride or Die? WHY?: couple in love or friendship are way too committed given the amount of time they've spent together or plausible emotional connection

I Forgot I Could Do That: Magic character forgets they can magic, wealthy character forgets they can just buy stuff, lawyer forgets they can law, etc.

I Can Do Everything: Character has random, plot relevant skills that they have no business having. People can have hobbies, but you need to set that up! If the barber can play violin expertly and pick locks I need some backstory.

TWIST That Ruins Everything: Wow! That was so shocking... since it wasn't foreshadowed at all and even reading/watching back there are absolutely no clues.

Third Act Introduction: we ran out of main plot ideas and need to kill time, so here's a new character/sideplot to distract you from how lost we all are; they are in no way related to the main story.

Deus Ex Machina: There is no way for the protagonists to win... so "God' steps in (this can be done well, but often isn't)

#polls #writing #lazy writing #this is mostly about TV shows #but also about novels #I gave up on a few writers for doing these poorly #Going to call out Clive Cussler because he has done these

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 7 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house.

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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In that moment of revelation, you found yourself frozen, your hands instinctively reaching for Ransom's face as if the touch could erase the weight of his words.

Once filled with a mischievous spark, his eyes now held a haunted depth that mirrored your heart's turmoil.

"Tell me what happened," you pleaded, the words escaping your lips almost in a whisper, a fragile plea for the truth you feared.

The weight of Ransom's words hung in the air, sinking into your consciousness like a heavy anchor. "Because of drugs," he confessed, and the reality of the situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

In the recesses of your memories, you recalled when Ransom's choice of friends had raised concerns. You, along with Linda and Harlan, had implored him to distance himself from the dangerous circle, a plea that fell on deaf ears. Ransom had always reassured everyone that he wasn't addicted, that he could handle it.

But the past had a way of resurfacing, revealing the cracks in the carefully crafted facade.

Ransom continued, his gaze fixed on a distant point, "One day, after our argument, the police stopped my car. They found drugs in it."

His voice quivered, a mixture of regret and bitterness coloring the words. "I hired a lawyer, fought the charges, but I still lost. And I knew it was because of your husband."

The revelation struck you like a lightning bolt. The intricate web of events, woven by choices and consequences, tightened its grip around you.

The realization that Lloyd may have played a role in Ransom's downfall stunned you, a mosaic of emotions playing across your features.

Ransom's eyes bore into yours, “Do you remember?”

"I don't. What happened after that?" you questioned, your voice edging with curiosity and apprehension.

"To be free from jail, my lawyer suggested I go into rehabilitation," Ransom admitted, the bitterness of the past still lingering in his words. "And then my old man, infuriated by the scandal plastered all over the media, decided to ship me off to Europe."

He recounted the harsh reality of his journey—an odyssey of rehabilitation that felt no different from a prison sentence. The inability to return for a year compounded his sense of confinement.

Yet, amidst the struggles, he found a silver lining—a connection that proved to be surprisingly valuable.

You listened to his story; for you, the time passed quickly, but for him, it had been years. The fear of losing a memory loomed, casting a shadow over the revelation.

Seizing the moment, you asked Ransom, "Do you know the truth about my dad, his company, and my siblings?”

Ransom's nod carried a sense of solemnity, "But, it's for me to tell you."

He turned around, and you instinctively followed his lead. As you both faced the room, a palpable tension hung in the air.

Your breath caught when a surprise guest entered—the last person you expected. It was your brother, Theo.

******

At Crystal Pharmaceutical L.A Branch

Lloyd sat restlessly in the dimly lit boardroom, surrounded by his legal team. Tension hung thick in the air as they delved into the intricate details of the pharmacy company's myriad issues.

Lloyd's face contorted with a mix of frustration and disbelief. He clenched his jaw as the weight of the accusations sank in. "Opium and human experiments?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the tense meeting room.

The lawyers exchanged nervous glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Sir, the media is running wild with these claims. We need a strategic approach to address these allegations and mitigate the damage to the company's reputation," one of them stammered.

Lloyd leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic. "Find out who's behind this.

I want names, connections, and every detail about that so-called whistleblower," he commanded, his eyes piercing through the legal team.

As the meeting continued, Lloyd's mind raced, contemplating the potential fallout from these damning revelations.

He knew that salvaging the company's image would require more than just legal maneuvering; it would demand a meticulous investigation to unveil the truth and clear the company's tarnished name.

The stakes were high, and Lloyd couldn't afford to let the allegations spiral out of control. The challenge ahead seemed daunting, and the fate of the company hung in the balance.

Lloyd leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the intensity in the room. "If one of you works well, I will reward that person with $2 million," he declared, the gravity of his words punctuating the already charged atmosphere.

A collective gasp filled the room as the legal team absorbed the staggering number.

"Now do your work, before I change my mind," Lloyd asserted with a firm resolve, his voice cutting through the stillness.

The weight of his announcement settled over the team, prompting a flurry of activity as they refocused on their tasks, driven by the prospect of both professional success and a substantial financial reward. All of them ran to leave the meeting room.

Alone in the now-empty meeting room, Lloyd's expression hardened. He swiftly reached for his phone and dialed a number, his voice low and decisive. "Burn everything," he commanded.

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undertheorangetree · 7 months

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Under the God’s Eye

The Epilogue

Summary- Everyone has adjusted back to life nine months after the God’s Eye.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Me once again having no idea how lawyers work. Domestic and work place fluff. Vaginal fingering. Handjob. P in V sex. Overstimulation.

Author’s Note- I lied before I wrote an epilogue. The idea came to me on my commute and I was feeling fluffy. Full chapter on AO3!

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“I managed to find the Hill files for you,” she tells Rhaenyra as she pulls the beige folder out from under her arm. “They were buried in one of Otto’s filing cabinets. How they got there, I have no idea, but…”

Rhaenyra smiles as she takes the folder from her, flipping it over and scanning through the loose leaf pages inside before giving a curt nod. “Thank you, you’re a life saver. Have you taken lunch yet?”

“Not yet.”

Another nod. “Go take your hour. I’m not sure how long we’ll be here tonight but I imagine you’re going to need it.”

There is no need to tell her twice. With a bouncy nod, she leaves Rhaenyra’s office and makes her way down the hall, sensible heels clicking against the linoleum. There’s a line of windows that lead away from Rhaenyra’s office and she steps from shadow to shadow, the spring sunshine outside leaving warm sun spots in its wake.

Her own small office is not far from Rhaenyra's and she makes a quick pit stop to fetch her water bottle and thermos from her purse before shutting the door behind her and continuing down the hall.

She has enjoyed working at Targaryen and Hightower just as much as she assumed she would these past few months. It is difficult work, to be sure. Long hours on top of her final semester at school, countless mugs of coffee, and cups of noodles late at night when she finally trudges through the door, but it is just as rewarding as she thought it would be. Truthfully, despite the difficulties that have come from working at such a high end firm, she isn't sure she could be happier. Rhaenyra is the best boss she could ask for and a perfect role model for her to work toward. They have become reliant on each other and Rhaenyra has made it a habit to come to her for what seemed to be anything and everything. It should feel more like an assistant position she thinks, but the older woman has never treated her as anything less than an equal, often asking for her opinion and taking her advice on more than one occasion.

She does not see much of Viserys Targaryen or Otto Hightower, both too occupied with their own cases to ever give her much mind, but she doesn’t mind as there is someone else she sees far more often.

Her fist raps against Aemond’s office door, listening carefully before pushing it open slowly. He’s sitting at his desk staring at his laptop screen, one hand braced next to his good eye as he squints it, likely trying to chase away blurry vision. It darts up when it catches sight of movement and the side of his mouth quirks up in a smile when he sees her. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she greets, shutting the door behind her before pressing her back against it. “What are you doing?”

He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut as he leans back in his chair. “Looking over the sales accounts for the Westerling case. It’s melting my brain.”

“You were looking at those this morning. Isn’t it time to take a break?”

He’s shaking his head almost the moment she suggests it, leaning forward again to stare into the blue light. “No. I have to sort them out before tonight or granddad will kill me.”

She purses her lips but elects to say nothing, twisting her thermos lid open and pulling the collapsible fork from the top, straightening it before digging into her leftovers from the night before. It’s lukewarm at best but she does not mind it, watching Aemond as he blinks erratically. Though she winces in sympathy at the thought of the pain in his eye, the irritation exacerbated by the strain, she knows better than to comment on it. He will not take a break regardless of what she says and so she simply watches him while she eats.

He looks good like this, dressed in his white button up and silk tie, the sleeves rolled up his forearms. It has become a routine sight, one that she more than welcomes, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Even from here, she can see the shadow of his eyelashes as they wash over his cheekbones, his lips pursed in half a pout that tells her that his frustration will soon get the better of him. There’s an empty coffee cup next to him and she takes it upon herself to make her way over to his Keurig, placing a pod in and positioning a mug beneath the spout before pressing the button.

She continues to stare at him as it brews, feeling only a little creepy for watching him so long. Whatever tan his skin had managed to soak in from the summer has long since left him, leaving him a little paler than she had gotten used to, and she wonders if he would be willing to go on a trip with her after graduation. To Qarth maybe, for the culture she knows the history buff in him will enjoy. Or maybe Dorne, to the Water Gardens. It would be nice, to go on a holiday with him again.

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littlejuicebox · 3 months

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Legit just sick in bed thinking about TavxHalstarion headcanons for if they all had a daughter:

- She would be princess problems, no doubt about it. And #1 daddy’s girl.

- “Oh you don’t want to take me shopping for ten new outfits, compliment me as I try them on, and hold all my bags while we shop? That’s fine, my daddy will take me.”

- “Oh you don’t want to build me a house with your bare hands because it’s too much work? That’s fine, because my daddy will. No, not that daddy. The other one.”

- “Oh, you don’t think women can be leaders and be in charge of men? That’s funny because my mommy lead BOTH my daddies in battle and all three of them saved YOUR mommies and daddies from being mindflayers.”

- “Some people only have ONE daddy and some people have NO daddies?” Cue genuine shock and confusion from six year old Tav Jr.

- Absolute menace to society. But also a strong, fearless leader.

- Knows how to sew, embroider, whittle, cast healing spells, live off the land, speak to animals, pickpocket/lockpick, ballroom dance… really a jack of all trades kinda girlie.

- She’s giving female Robin Hood meets social justice queen vibes.

- Generally kind, but if you’re a bully on the playground? She’ll draw blood without a second thought.

- If she’s called to the principles office for such an offense, Astarion is the first one through the door threatening to sue everyone.

- Meanwhile Halsin is checking Tav Jr. and the other kid over for injuries, healing them if necessary.

- Tav is simply shaking her head at Tav Jr, knowing damn well that strong sense of justice and morally gray vigilante way of handling it is all her and she can’t actually be too mad that her daughter picked up the trait.

-Halsin will try to help her control her internal rage with meditation, while Astarion will try to show her how to simply not get caught.

- Halsin: “What do we do when we get the urge to physically hurt someone, my heart?” Tav Jr: “Take a deep breath and ask the Oak Father for patience.”

- Astarion: “What do we do once we’ve actually physically hurt someone, darling?” Tav Jr: “Remain silent and ask for my lawyer to be contacted.”

- Regardless of who is actual, biological daddy, Astarion and Halsin share the role with pride and recognize one another’s strengths for what they are. It takes a village to raise a child, and little Tav Jr. is fortunate to have her very own village built right in.

#halsin x astarion x tav #astarion x halsin x tav #astarion halsin tav #halstarion #dadstarion #daddy halsin #tav x astarion x halsin #tav x halsin x astarion

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