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voidhope · 11 months

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The Other Woman

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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!Reader

Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel

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A/N: Hi! I don’t really write at all!!

I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So I’m excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since it’s my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Honestly tbh we all don’t have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please don’t get mad about the inaccuracies.

I love a good angst and today’s story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!

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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didn’t know.

You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.

Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.

“Where’s the spider?” He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldn’t focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.

“I don’t know, it like died after it bit me!” You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.

“Dios mío no me digas eso…” He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. “That spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now you’re a spider-man.”

And the rest is history…

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You learned that the man was Miguel O’Hara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.

Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that can’t be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.

Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.

What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain he’d went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.

You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Miguel couldn’t look at you.

“When did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.

You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.

“You did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.” Was all he replied.

“Who is she?” Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldn’t leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didn’t need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.

“Does she have another version of your daughter?” You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You weren’t stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldn’t just walk out on you with a lie.

“No.” He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. “She is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and she’s not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-it’s a chance for me to start at the very beginning.”

You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesn’t have a child yet… Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.

“What about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?” You didn’t understand how this was happening.

He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?

“This is different.” He turned away from you. “I pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on you…” He knew that this was going to tear you apart. “I learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that won’t disrupt anything.”

It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.

You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldn’t drop everything for it.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasn’t making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-you’s not so long ago.

You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.

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It didn’t take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.

His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you weren’t assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a “Call for Y/N!” In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.

It wasn’t until a new woman showed up in Miguel’s office with a grip around his waist. That’s when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.

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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldn’t stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you weren’t from there.

You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him… That’s when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.

Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.

“He’s on a mission right now.” Peter spoke up. “It might be a long one too but don’t waste anytime just incase.”

You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.

The last stop was in Miguel’s office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.

“Hello!” She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguel’s shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasn’t the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didn’t have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Getting off Miguel’s platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet other girls around here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you… Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.

“My boyfriend isn’t here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.” She continued as you stayed silent.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.” You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.

You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.

“Oh I didn’t know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldn’t let me touch anything.” She followed besides you. “It’s so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We don’t have any of this where I live-“ She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.

“Are you and Miguel already planning to have a child?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.

“Oh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.” She chuckled.

In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. “He’s never mentioned kids anyways. I’m not even sure if he’d like them or do well with them.”

With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesn’t know anything. She probably doesn’t even know that she’s a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didn’t just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldn’t dislike her, she wasn’t doing anything wrong and she doesn’t even know.

“I got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.” Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.

It wouldn’t be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.

“AH-“ You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.

“It’s so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!”She started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didn’t agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.

“Lyla, Lyla It’s okay. Just stop. It’s all complicated I know, but this didn’t work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.” You felt yourself choke up. “I can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.”

Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. You’ve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time you’ll be speaking with her.

“You can give him a family y/n… you guys have been married two years now. I know you’ve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.”

“Lyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is… Good for him for believing in something so hard he’s found himself even a third chance to do it.”

“I hate that you’re being too kind about this situation.” Lyla paced around you.

“I love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. It’s so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but I’m also emotionally drained I can’t do this.” You let out a deep sigh. “I’ve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough… When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.”

“You can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! He’s just too obsessed and he’s lost himself in that.” She exclaimed with her hands up.

“Our canon event was our wedding.” Your frowned deepened. “But the universe didn’t say anything else after. It doesn’t say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.”

“I’m just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.” Lyla recalled.

“And I’m grateful for it… Even if this didn’t work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know I’m being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on I’ll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.” You felt your emotions bubble. “I became who I am here. I’m going to miss everyone so much.”

“You can still stay here and work with us.” She edged on.

“I can’t just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know he’s your boss and you’re basically hardwired to do everything for him and you’re trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable it’ll be. I’m the only one hurting here.”

Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasn’t her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She can’t be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didn’t want to see any more damage be caused to you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She looked up at you sincerely. “I hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time you’ve even been in your universe?”

“Like a year ago for a mission…”

“Exactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but I’m tied to Miguel…” You started to see how it clicked for her too that it’s most likely you might not see each other for a long time. “Even if a spider-person is visiting you I can’t just show up on their watch… It’ll go back to him and I know you wouldn’t want that. I know I’m an AI and I can’t hold real emotions but I mean it when I say I’m going to miss you.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome you’ve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love can’t bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if it’s self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.

“Bye, Lyla.” You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.

You were always just the other woman.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~

would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think it’ll be more in Miguel’s perspective as well!

EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here

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artsyanapink · 1 year

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GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

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Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

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slut4msby · 5 months

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i miss you. iwaizumi hajime x reader

+ tags & warnings; pure fluff (for a change) :3

+ a/n; i need myself a hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer so bad rn its not even funny i want him so badly and i could treat him so well, he can take out any stress and/or anger on me pls i love hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer pls let me be like ur pretty little house wife hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer

“I miss you, Hajime. I miss you so much it’s not even funny. The whole house feels so empty without you here. How has it only been three nights…” You ramble through the phone to your fiance. He had left to go on a work trip to a very important match. You and Iwaizumi both knew there was no way he was getting out of it.

“Mhm? Is that right darling?” He responded, “I wish you were here with me…” Iwaizumi sounded exhausted from the strenuous exercise and work he was doing. You wanted to take care of him like you would always do after his long weeks. Sitting down together, you giving him a back massage, him rambling on about his day. It was one of your favourite intimate moments to spend with your partner. “Laying here with me, in my arms. Kissing me…”

“Hajime, you get so clingy when you are lonely.” You chuckle. Despite being a tall and well-built masculine man. He was always a massive cutie, and you adored his soft side. It always felt so personal in contrast to the version of Iwaizumi everyone else saw. He cared so much about not only you but everyone.

“Mhm, can’t help it.”

“Whatever, you big loser. I’m gonna head to bed now, I’ll talk to you in the morning, yeah?”

“Of course, darling. Sleep well, I love you.”

“I love you too, Haji.”

You hate to admit it but that night was the hardest night yet. Something about how clingy Iwaizumi was tonight sent butterflies to your stomach. Your big beefy boyfriend's weakness was you. His pretty little fiance. Your bed felt empty, lacking the usual warmth from Hajime’s proximity, leaving a noticeable void behind you.

It had now been two nights since that phone call. Your eyes open the next morning, waking up to the familiar tone of the empty house. Despite the day ahead, thoughts of Iwaizumi linger in your mind. You missed him more than ever right now, all you wanted was to feel the embrace of your partner.

As the evening approaches, you find yourself yearning for the comforting sound of his voice. Dialling his number, you eagerly wait for him to pick up. The exhaustion from his work trip is evident in his tone, but the warmth in his voice brings a sense of relief.

"Hajime, how was your day?" You inquire.

"Long and tiring," he sighs, "but I can't wait to come home."

"I can't wait to see you, Haji. The house feels incomplete without you, I feel incomplete without you" you confess, a genuine sentiment underlying your words.

"I feel the same way, darling. I miss you more than words can express," he admits, his voice softening.

“I need you, Hajime.”

“I know, Y/N. I’m not any better than you.” Hechuckles in a deep, hearty manner.

God his laugh could bring you back from the dead with how it makes your body feel.

The call ended once again for the fifth night in a row, only two more nights to go. This was the longest amount of time you and Iwaizumi had spent apart from each other since getting together. What you didn;t know was the mental toll it had on Hajime. He had initially anticipated being the strong one in this situation, but in reality, he would willingly abandon any commitment just to be with you at that moment.

As part of the cycle you wake up again. In an empty bed, once again. Craving the touch of Iwaizumi, craving his presence. You missed waking up to him, even when he was in a deep slumber. His face soft, hair a mess. He looked ethereal, more ethereal than the vacant sheets and pillows that now occupy his usual place.

You turn and look at your bedside table, on it is a photo frame, a photo of you and Hajime from your high school graduation. The day he had expressed his feelings to you. With a wistful sigh, you trace your fingers along the edge of the frame, reminiscing about the moment captured. As you place the photo down and get up, move out to the kitchen. You stand in front of your coffee machine and stand there as the espresso pours out. Next to the coffee machine sat Iwaizumi’s mug. The mug he would use every morning, as you two would sit cuddled up on the couch before the day started, just sitting and basking in the feeling of being with each other. It was a large blue mug, nothing special but it belonged to Iwaizumi Hajime.

You take your usual seat on the couch, turning on the TV to whatever shitty news station was last left on. You try paying attention to the weather or whatever, she was talking about. Before it moved onto the sports section, more specifically volleyball. You look around at the familiar faces of Hajime’s team, but no sight of Hajime. You were hoping maybe you could catch a glimpse of your boyfriend on the screen, but nothing. You let out a sigh, before taking another sip from the mug in front of you.

You are truly in a world of your own when you get interrupted by the door opening. You had sworn you had locked the door, you freeze still.

“Goodbye cruel world.” You think to yourself.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice says softly, your head darting around to see someone standing in the doorway, removing his shoes. Not just anyone, your someone.

“HAJIME?!” You shout with excitement.

Your heart skips a beat as you leap off the couch, abandoning all composure. There, standing in the doorway, is Iwaizumi Hajime – your massive, cutie of a boyfriend who was supposed to be away on a work trip. Disbelief and joy flood your senses as you rush towards him, practically throwing yourself into his waiting arms.

"Hajime, you're back!" you exclaim, your voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

He chuckles, his strong arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "Couldn't stay away any longer, could I?"

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you pull back slightly to look at him. "But the match? The work trip?"

“I wrapped things up early for you.”

“They let you?” You questioned.

“Told them I was sick.”

“You can’t just lie like that, Hajime.” You say playful hitting his arm.

"Turns out, I couldn't bear to be apart from you either.” He says kissing your head, “and technically not a lie, I was sick of not seeing you, darling.”

A surge of emotions overwhelms you, and you can't help but pepper his face with excited kisses. Iwaizumi responds with laughter, his deep and hearty laugh filling the room. The void that haunted the past nights dissipates, replaced by the warmth of his presence.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Missed you too much. Couldn't resist coming back to my pretty little fiancée."

As you both settle on the couch, Iwaizumi takes the mug from the coffee table, the familiar blue one he always used. "Missed this mug," he remarks with a smirk.

With a playful eye roll, you reply, "Yeah, well, I missed you using it."

As the TV continues to drone on in the background, you find yourself caught up in the joy of the unexpected reunion. The cycle that seemed endless has been broken, and the empty bed, the vacant mug, and the lingering void are now filled with the presence of Iwaizumi.

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imbeingchokeholded · 9 months

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Getting Clean

I need to be put into jail, stupid Scottish bitch.

Anyway this is probably lowkey just gonna be smut completely lmao.

I promise the soap pun titles will end.

Also so sorry this took so long because my mind is an enigma and writing for either the COD fandom or the RDR2 fandom has been deleted out of my mind.

Lets go lmao

WARNINGS!: female reader because im a woman and soap makes me yell real loud (nothing against him being shipped with male readers or 141, good for him what a king), NSFW, fuckin, im so bad at warnings just know its gonna be fuckin happenin, choking?? Voice kink???? Breeding kink for SURE. Just major NSFW basically porn with negative plot. Like... .5 plot.

Scottish slang/words may be inccorect due to using google, so please lemme know if its wrong, I'll happily fix it.

I am so sorry for spelling mistakes i finished this at like 2am

The mess hall seemed way too empty, everyone was out on missions, covert, recon, whatever, and while there was a shit ton of others there on base, without most of the 141 team it just felt....wrong.

You sigh and look at your food. It's not that it's bad food. In fact, it looks delicious, but sitting alone, at this massive table that usually you shared with Ghost, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro, as well as Soap, just made you feel...down.

They were easily the people you were closest too on base. Working so closely with them it was only a matter of time before it happened. All of you were close friends, it was rare for any of you to stray from the group and talk to anyone else.

So today, sitting in the mess hall, was no different.

You stare at the food a little longer, and poke it around with your fork, that strange foreign feeling in your chest.

"Aye Lass, lookin' at it like tha' cannaé change how it tastes."

You smile and twist your head to look at Soap as he nears the table, a tray of food of his own in his hands.

"Johnny! I didn't know you were here!" You smile wider as he takes a seat next to you, and chuckle as he takes a bite of food from his tray.

"Ah, I jus' got back from a mission not too long ago, Price is givin' me a wei break."

You nod and smile at him, your heart seems a little lighter now, someone who you're far closer to now with you.

Plus it was Johnny, how could you not be happy around him? He was the obnoxious fun loving one of the group, he could be serious yes, but it was rare. Most days he joked, laughed, spat out witty sarcastic comments at everyone who passed.

You supposed that was part of the reason you'd grown to have such deep feelings for him in the first place.

Of course you'd never tell him that, you were far too nervous to do that.

Handsome, sweet, a deep voice, which had a Scottish accent on top of it? You could listen to him speak about nonsense for the entire day.

Sometimes missions with him were absolute hell.

He did his job, he was a good Sargent, he knew what he was doing, trained properly, getting things done the way they needed to, but his commentary....

That damn voice of his, he didn't even need to be next to you, all he needed was that voice and his stupid little sarcastic quips.

Hell, sometimes it wasn't even in comms.

He'd yell out something simple, that shouldn't have been attractive, yet it was.

Something as simple as "Changing mags!" Could make your face heat up and turn a violent red, hell, he basically growled at the end of the sentence whenever he said it. Being near him was almost like having a bomb strapped to your chest. Threatening to go off at any second.

Everytime he said "Steamin' Jesus" you couldn't help but imagine him using it in a far more intimate senario, with a slight change of tone, and that never failed to send a flood of warmth between your legs.

You swore that he knew what he was doing too, like he could sense the tension between the two of you, or see the red on your face, but if he did he never brought it up, and for that you were thankful.

Trying to explain fraternization to Price would not be a fun experience. Not only that but bringing it up would probably make you flustered beyond speaking ablity.

"Hey, Y/N. I been talkin' yer fuckin' ear off, you still listenin'?"

You shake your head and look at him, your face feels hot and you're sure you're crimson.

"Ye alright Lass?"

That stupid nickname makes the blush worsen and you simply clear your throat.

"I'm fine Soap. Thinking."

"You can call me Johnny off duty." He laughs. "You usually do....ya nervous about something? Just a wei bit?"

His voice carries a bit of teasing tone and you can't help but feel a bit if irritation at the smug bastard.

"Not nervous, no."

"Ah, not nervous, yet red in the face....Aye...I got yer number bonnie."

He snorts and then continues to eat.

"Really?" You cross your arms and look at him. "Do you now MacTavish?"

"Pretty obvious if you ask me." He shrugs.

"Okay, so tell me then."

Your face burns at the sudden burst of confidence, and as a smirk crosses over Johnny's face you suddenly feel very foolish about what you've just said.

"Lass...tha's not very appropriate for me to say here, where anyone could hear....now is it?"

That smirk stays on his face as he lowers his voice to a low whisper as he gets the last few words out.

You swallow, and your face burns deeper.

"I don't know what you mean Johnny."

"I'm sure." He offers you a laugh and then stands, the look in his eyes makes your body shiver. "I think I'll head to my room...feel free to...visit, if you'd like."

You watch as he walks off as though nothing had happened and your entire body seems to shiver.

He sticks his hands in his jean pockets as he walks away, which you obviously noticed, because of course you did, with an ass like his.

What the hell are you gonna do? Follow him? How the hell did he figure you out so quickly? Did he mean what he said?

Little did you know Johnny was thinking similarly.

"What the hell were you thinkin'? Saying somethin' like that? Y/N does NOT feel that way about you, you probably just fucked somethin' up, fuckin' idiot."

It takes you only a matter of minutes before you stand from the table and head after Johnny, towards his room in the base.

Your heart is thumping so loudly its the only thing you can hear.

Your body seems to be reacting on its own though, your thoughts, while dirty and definetly in need of some....cleaning....ironically, are wondering what'll happen to your friendship afterwards, but your body doesn't seem to care.

Your mind races with the thought of what would happen if you were caught too, it wasn't exactly professional to fuck your coworker in the military.

When you reach his door you breathe deeply, hesitant as you raise your hand to the door. You stopped for a moment and then, you knock on the door.

Johnny opens the door nearly instantly, only a matter of seconds pass before the door knob clicks and he stands in the doorway before you, leaning against the doorframe as he looks down at you.

"Tha' was quick Lass."

"Shut up, let me in."

"Aw...c'mon now...be nice..." He lowers his voice, whispering the last two words, a smug smirk coming over his mouth.

You feel a rush of heat through your chest and look to your feet, your entire face seems to burn, your ears even feel as though they're burning.

"Please Johnny?"

You feel his hand come under your chin and he lifts your head to look him in the eye, not gently but not rough either.

"Try again Lass, look me in the eye."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Please let me in, you stupid Scottish fuck."

"Tha's not very nice...thought I said be nice..."

You clench your jaw and stare at him, that smug grin on his face somehow managing to irritate you and make you horny all at the same time.

"Please Johnny? Let me in?"

"Ye really do want me, don't ye? Dinnaé know you felt so strongly towards me.." He smirks at you and the moves aside, dropping his hand from your chin to let you in.

You look around his room, staring at all the posters and things he has lined up on the walls. Considering this was Johnny's room....you expected it to be far dirtier, less organized, yet as you looked around at the rest of his room you noticed everything had a place, everything was neat, he didn't even have dirty clothes on the floor.

Neat and organized....despite his very chaotic and uncooridinated nature.

You're busy looking this over, viewing his room when he comes up behind you.

He leans in close.

"So, you were havin' thoughts then?" He smirks, you can feel it without even looking at him. "You? Havin' thoughts...innocent little Y/N always focused on the job Y/N....havin' thoughts like those....and about me..."

His voice lowers, it's nearly a growl, and a hand wraps around your waist, his fingers slide gently under the bottom of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach, only just barely.

"Naughty...naughty..."

You look down, your face is completely red, scarlet, and it burns hotter than you thought possible.

By looking down you didn't really account for the fact that, that would only leave your neck open, and it takes all your will power you have not to make a sound when you feel Johnny's lips agains the skin there.

"I'm suprised it took you this long to notice Johnny." You breathe out, hoping your voice wouldn't give out on you.

He stops, his lips still gently placed against your skin as he speaks.

"Really now....been very noticable has it Hen?"

The nickname sends a shiver though your spine, though you know the word itself isn't the issue.

"I think so..." You breathe. "Can't you tell when my voice changes over comms sometimes?"

"Ye get that flustered...over comms? Ye don't even see me.."

He chuckles and presses another kiss to your neck, you're sure the next one he offers will be brusing.

"Not my fault..." You mumble. You've almost collapsed against him, leaning your body weight onto him, though he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"Really now...now...can ye explain to me what it is on comms that makes things so hard to focus then Hen?"

"Why must you make things difficult?"

"Difficult?"

He laughs at you and then stands up straight, his hand leaving the skin of your stomach.

He moves to his bed and takes a seat, nearly plopping down, he sits with his legs open and slaps both hands on his thighs, leaning forwards.

"It isn't difficult, it's a really easy question now Lass."

You cross your arms and look at him, watching as he leans back a little a simple smirk on his face.

"If ye really want somethin' tonight Y/N, yer gonnae have to tell me."

That smug look doesn't leave his face, rather it seems like it only gets worse as he utters out your name, emphasising it, lowering his voice as he does. To add to this you watch as his hands leave his thighs, palms upwards in a sort of shrug gesture.

He knows what gets you flustered over comms. He knows, you know he knows, but you also know he's gonna make you say it.

"You damn well know what it is Johnny."

"Oh I do, but it'll be much better when it comes out of yer mouth, preferrably with your face all red."

You swallow and look to the floor, keeping your arms crossed as you speak.

"I swear sometimes you do it on purpose. You do those damn jokes, say those fucking statements and you always lower your voice, especially if you know I'm listening. I told you how I liked your accent ONCE and now you use it everytime you can."

"Aye, I do." Again, as before, you can hear that smirk on his face. "I'll admit it. I take every chance I can."

You scrunch up your nose, refusing to look up at him.

Theres silence for a moment and then you hear him shuffle, only then do you look up.

He simply catches your gaze and makes a motion towards himself with his two middle fingers, pretty much beckoning you towards him.

Despite the stubborness you've shown earlier you can't help but follow his silent command.

As you reach him and stand inbetween his legs his hands creep over your thighs, fingers curling around the back of them, squeezing the meat of them, tightly, firmly. Just the right amount of pressure.

He looks up at you, his face a little more serious now, the smirk from earlier still lingers, but it's far less noticable.

"Ye know Y/N, I've thought about having you in here....a lot."

"Really?" You stop a moment, your body tingling, stemming from his fingertips outwards. Your mind seems a little fogged. "I thought....I thought maybe you'd invited me in here today just to...well honestly I thought you were just fucking with me Johnny, but...I couldn't just ignore it."

"Nae, no fuckin'with you, no this time."

"So...does...um...does that mean..." You swallow, struggling with your words. "Look....Johnny I think it's obvious I've liked you for a while now...are...if we're really gonna do this...I...what does it mean? Anything? Just...are we fuck buddies, or something more because...."

Your words trail off, you can't help but cross your arms, a sudden burst of what you can only assume is nearly shame creeps up through you.

Johhny's face changes, subtly, but you catch it, and you don't miss the squeeze he gives your thighs either.

"Hen, once I get a taste of you I don't think I could have anyone else."

He's quick with his movements as he slides his hands up towards your ass, and pushes you slightly closer to himself.

The action he does next is a simple one, yet it sends all kinds of feelings through you.

His tongue touches the skin of your stomach, his hand gently pushing your shirt up out of the way. He licks a stripe upwards, keeping eye contact with you as he does.

"Jesus Johnny...."

He offers a chuckle and grips your hip with his free hand just a little tighter.

"I'm gonna ask this once Bonníe," he looks at you, only a small trace of a smile on his lips. "Are ye sure ye wanna do this? I'll stop if ye say stop, but after this I won't ask again."

Your thoughts swirl in your head for a moment. Wondering if it is what you wanted. If it was worth chancing your friendship, chancing your job, getting caught fraternizing is no small penalty.

In the end your body decides for you.

You nod.

"I do."

That smile of his fits on his face slowly, showing off those pearly whites. His surprisingly sharp canines.

His tongue comes out once more, again licking up your stomach, this time he stands as he moves himself upwards, only bringing his mouth away when he reaches the area just below your breasts, letting your shirt fall back to its original place.

When he finally stands his mouth goes into good use, his lips meeting yours with a feverancy, practically a need. He fists your hair, and darts his tongue into your mouth without any hesitance.

His free hand snakes around your body, finding purchase on the plump of your asscheek.

You let out a moan against his lips which in turn pulls one from him.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, grabbing onto any part of him you can.

His hand nestled within your hair offers a tug, pulling your head back, taking your lips from his and exposing your neck to him.

His lips latch onto your throat, open mouthed hot kisses against your skin, making your body shiver, tingle. His tongue licks along your skin, warm, and again...hungry.

"Johnny..." You whine out his name, and your body flames up, a part of you is curious as to how he'd gotten you so needy so quickly.

The other part did not give a shit.

"So pretty when you whine like that Bonníe..."

He smiles against your skin, moving towards your jaw, still dragging his lips along your neck, refusing to leave it.

"Maybe we should see if I can get any more out of ye..."

"Johnny...we have to be careful..." You mumble. "We...we can't be caught-"

"Yer right Lass...that might even be more fun..."

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes seemed to darken with the idea that begins to plauge his mind.

"Let's see if ye can keep from screamin' huh?"

"Johnny-"

He cuts you off as his hand come up around your throat, offering a gentle squeeze to the sides as he begins to push you down to the bed.

"Do yer best for me Love." He gives you that goddamn smirk again. "Stay quiet...Can ye do that?"

You nod, your breathing becoming heavier as he stares down at you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

"Atta girl."

He coos out the words and everything in your body seems to be completely englufed in flame.

"You this charming to every girl you fuck Johnny?"

You breathe out the words, hands moving to his chest as you settle against the mattress.

"Jus' you Lass."

Rough hands slide under your shirt, over your stomach, bringing the shirt along with him.

His thumb glides up the center of your torso, pushing down slightly as he continues his movement, his other hand only leaves your throat when he needs to remove the shirt fully.

Your bra is taken off with seemingly expert practice, your breasts exposed to the air, but quickly they're found by hands and mouth.

A rough palm on one and a wet mouth sucking and licking the other.

It takes all your power not to moan, your back arching up into the feeling.

You hadn't been aware of just how touch starved you'd been.

One of your hands tangles into his mohawk, attempting to hold onto something of him.

He looks up at you, pulling away from your breasts.

"Nae, I dinnae say ye could touch lass."

"Johnny-"

"Shut tha' pretty mouth lass...see if ye can be quiet yeah?"

You nod, swallowing as he reaches for your pants. His fingers hooking under the waistband as he unbuttons them with the other.

With one swift movement he's pulled both your jeans and panties down, leaving you bare to him.

"Would ye look at tha'...such a bonnie sigh', Love..."

He smirks and moves in, hands finding your inner thighs, bringing a sigh from your lips.

Before you can say much else you feel a swipe of his tongue over your heat, already you were slick, this was certain to make the problem worse.

His grip on your inner thighs gets a little tighter as he continues with you, he moves his tongue with expertise, eating you out as though he's a man starved.

"Johnny..."

You can't help but let his name slip out, grabbing the sheets beneath you, squirming your hips against his face.

He looks up at you from his position, and even in his eyes you can see the smirk he'd wear.

It's far too soon that he pulls away, you'd been so close to your climax, so close to having that release, until he'd denied you that.

Again you whine his name, and he moves, climbing over you, grabbing your face with one hand, firmly holding your cheeks.

"Aw lass...wei bonnie...are ye feelin' a wei bit needy?"

You nod, the best you can in his grip, moving your hips against his clothed arousal, hoping for even a little bit of friction.

You give a nother small whine, this one more of a sound than that of a noise, again reaching for him, only for his other hand to pin your wrists above you.

"Ah...I told ye, nae touchin' lass"

You simply look at him, unable to do much in your senario. It's then that he kisses you, deeply, his tongue gliding against yours, the taste of your own slick in your mouth.

He lets go of your face, only to rushedly un button his pants, his problem suddenly a bit more annoying than it had been.

The moment he's free, his pants and boxers disgarded he simply looks down at you, seemingly thinking.

Its then that he grabs you by the hips and easily, effortlessly, flips you onto your stomach, running his pointer finger and thumb down your spine for a moment.

"Ye look so good from this angle love..."

He leans over you, his chest to your back, head angled right next to your ear.

He lowers that damn voice of his again.

"Can ye be a good lass fer me and arch jus' a wei bit... chest down love, ass up."

Of course you do as he asks, or rather tells, like its instinct, pressing your chest further into the bed, raising your rear higher into the air.

He leans back, taking a look at the sight in front of him, his hands going to the flesh of your ass like magnets, squeezing gently, your ass and hips, as though he can't decide which he likes better.

"Look at ye...such an obediant little lass...ye like doin' what yer told do ye? Is tha' why ye like rankin' under me? Enjoy the way I order ye around on the field? Makes ye think..."

You don't answer, focused on the feel of his hands, its only when he moves one of those hands to the back of your neck.

"I need an answer lass."

"Yes, yes I do Sir."

You can nearly feel the smirk on his face, he squeezes the back of your neck a little tighter.

"Sir?"

"Yes sir."

"Oho...I like tha' lass..."

He grabs both of your asscheeks again for a moment before you feel one leave only to feel him push into you.

You let out a groan as he pushes in, as much as you can take, to the base, you feel incredibly full. He's girthy.

"Fuck Johnny..."

You murmer.

"Nae...yer gonna call me sir from now on Love..."

You swallow, waiting for him to move.

"Do ye understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good lass."

He gices you this praise and gently he moves his hips, his hand pushing your spine back into that arch you'd subtly moved away from.

His hips move slow, almost painfully so, and he knows this, teasing you with his hands gliding over your back.

"Ye look so good lass...all this jus' fer me..."

"Johnny please...."

"Aw lass...what did I jus' say?"

"Please...sir?"

"Tha's better....use yer words bonnie...what is it ye want?"

"Faster sir, please?"

You hear the small beg in your voice, sure that by the end of all this you'd be begging a lot more.

"Tha's a girl."

His hand moves to your hip, gripping hard as the other moves to your hair, grasping the roots of it, giving a tug as he moves his hips a little faster, filling you with his size, over and over again.

It's only a minute or so before he seems to loose that idea of torturing you, his pace picking up, hips snapping against yours, that slap of skin on skin, the squelch of your arousal ringing in your ears.

"Fuckkk y/n...." It comes out in nearly a growl, and he pushes your upper half further into the bed.

"Yer doin' so good bonnie...so fuckin' good..."

Another maon crawls its way out of your throat, the others you'd managed to quell, small sounds here and there, but you can't stop this one.

You push your hips against his, letting your knees spread further apart trying to get him in at a deeper angle.

"Please sir, please, fuck-"

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can register what you're even trying to beg for, your figers clench at his sheets beneath you, they smell like him, everything smells like him.

"Y/N..."

His voice is a groan, it's all you hear as he shifts your position, yanking you up by your hair, bringing your back to his chest, thrusting himself upwards into you.

"Johnny...fuck!"

You find your arm going over your shoulder, wraping around the back of his neck, trying to find purchase on something

His lips latch onto your neck as though he's drawn to it, his tongue swiping over your skin and his teeth leaving bites along your throat and shoulders. He breaths hard against you, inhaling your scent.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

He groans, his pace picking up a little further, one hand still brusingly on your hip, the other slides down your front, fingers finding your clit easily.

It brings a moan to the surface of your lips, and rather than being scolded Johnny simply murmers another praise of 'good lass' in your ear, his hips snapping against yours, rythmic.

"Johnny-"

"Y/N..." He huffs, his fingers going faster against your bud. "'M close...need ye to tell me where..."

"Inside Johnny, please...fill me up..."

"Jesus Y/N..."

His voice is breathy, heavy against your skin as he continues, his hips getting erratic, until finally he gives a groan, shoving his face into your shoulder, riding out his climax, the feeling of his cum hitting your inner walls pushing you closer to yours.

He rides out his, moving his hips slightly, much slower than before, and keeps his hand going, trying to keep his previous pace.

"C'mon lass...ye can let go now...it's yer turn..."

He mumbles, breatheless.

It's not much longer of this praising and the movement of his fingers before you do just that, squeezing around him and moaning out his name as you finally reach that high.

As the two of you come down, breathing hard, Johnny still inside you, head leaning against your shoulder, he slips an arm around your waist and offers a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"Thank ye lass..." he murmers. "Tha' was fun."

"Thank you Johnny."

"Ye ain't gotta thank me...I've wanted to do tha' for god knows how long."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Oh trust me lass...we will be."

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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years

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upper hand. part 1

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

ello ello. wrote the bulk of this at 1am when i was very sleep deprived, apologies if it’s terrible lmao. lately george has just been giving so i could not resist the urge to write him any longer and bam here we are!! enjoy, feedback is always welcome and necessary for my fragile ego <333

in which you and george do not get along… until you do.

warnings: 18+!! smut, slightly bitchy reader, bitchy george, lando jumpscare, alcohol, language, just a general flirty, hateful vibe yanno

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george russell was an enigma. very few people seemed to realise this.

it wasn’t all banter and overconfidence and wide eyes that seemed to hold an entire universe. you knew how easy it was to mistake him for something a lot more cookie cutter, basic, copied and pasted from the public relations guide for dummies. you knew because you’d spent the bulk of your media career hating him because he pretended to be each of those things.

you couldn’t stand the man, plain and simple. you found him so unbearable, so cheesy, so arrogant. watching him walk towards you from the other side of the media pen never failed to make your skin crawl, jaw tightening as you forced yourself to ask him questions. you hated that you got nothing from him, no matter how hard you tried.

there was something about the way his face changed when he smirked, something in the way all of his features twisted to create this beautiful, infuriating look that made you embarrassingly weak in the knees. it also made you want to slap him. it was a very fine line. you didn’t like the falsity, the way you could always practically see him plaster on a facade before each interview. initially, you wanted to challenge that persona, find the real george beneath all of that media training and cockiness, but eventually you’d decided that his level of bullshit did not appeal to you. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

george seemed to know how much he irked you, it was rather obvious, given the way your eye would twitch as he’d saunter towards you and your microphone. he enjoyed it, toying with you, making you squirm. he wasn’t exactly a massive fan of yours either, a mutual dislike forming, at least one thing you could both agree on. if you didn’t so blatantly hate him, george would have been floored by you. you were an increasingly impressive journalist, a beautiful, intelligent woman, what wasn’t to like? it was a shame that you used your gift with words to throw jabs at him.

at first, he’d found it alluring, the way you’d challenge him in the media pen. george was no stranger to some harmless flirting in the paddock, used to journalists taking the liberty of batting their eyelashes a few times to see if he’d answer their questions. so, when he’d seen you standing there for the first time, legs made longer by your high heels, hair flowing in the breeze, smiling down the lense of the camera you were talking to, he made the terrible mistake of assuming that you’d become a regular highlight of his media schedule. he was quickly put in his place when he left your interview with his head spinning and a headache well on its way.

still, he tried it on with you. it was fun, no one else gave george the same rush. it stopped being fun, however, over the winter break. you’d spent the better part of december and january questioning if he really was the right choice at mercedes and that was his last straw. he knew he was good, he knew he deserved it and he knew that some random woman was not about to change his mind. still, you were credible enough to cast doubt and unfortunately, you weren’t just some random woman. you made his heart race, and not just because of the bad press.

you were stood in the media pen revising your notes of the events of the monaco grand prix. the race in itself had been rather boring, apart from the typical ferrari blunder, and you’d already spoke to both ferrari drivers, as well as both redbull drivers. you looked up from your notepad, slicking back your hair, still slightly damp from the impromptu rain showers that you’d gotten caught in, only to make eye contact with a tall brit. your eyes narrowed as he stepped up to the microphone that another member of your team was holding.

“so, george. best of the rest. getting used to that yet?” you asked, blunt straight off the bat. you didn’t miss the way his eye twitched. he leaned forward, placing his hands on the barrier that separated you, suddenly towering over you.

“well, you know how it is, the car isn’t where we want it to be yet but i have no doubt that the team will get it where we need it to be.” he affirmed with a nod of his head and you wanted to roll your eyes at his picture-perfect response.

“you seem to be continuing this streak of being in the top five, which is fine,” you shrugged, watching him tense up at the word. fine. mediocre. you were enjoying this too much. “but wouldn’t it be nice to get on the podium again? or a win, could that be on the cards?”

“i was on the podium last week.” he gave you a tight smile.

“yes, after a very unfortunate retirement from leclerc.” you stated matter of factly. you could have laughed at the way his face fell flat but that would have crossed the border between unprofessional and too unprofessional.

“i think, as a team, we are capable of podiums, and even maybe a win. we’re making a lot of progress, lewis and myself, each weekend.” he was such a robot, one that you took great pleasure in tormenting. if george didn’t want to give you anything remotely interesting, you’d just have to push a few buttons. he left you with no choice.

“and how are things going with sir lewis? it must be rather daunting to have him creeping up on you, right? we know how much he loves the hunt. how are you finding it, facing up to the greatest driver of all time?” you leaned forward as you spoke, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes, just to really let what you were asking sink in. you knew that george was perfectly capable, a very impressive, accomplished driver. that didn’t matter. all that mattered was making him tick.

“there’s no rivalry between lewis and i, working alongside him is a great honour and i think that between us, we are making great progress.” blah blah blah, progress, teamwork, yada yada yada. at least screwing with him a little bit made the interview less boring for you.

“and what do you make of the rumours that monaco will be taken off of the calendar? after another processional race, with very few overtakes-“ you started, only to be cut off.

“i made an overtake. caught lando as he was coming out of the pitlane.” he smiled smugly, now his turn to be be matter of fact. you scoffed.

“well, he was on cold tyres.” you stated, quirking an eyebrow. he shrugged, leaning in even closer.

“an overtake is an overtake, especially in monaco.” george smirked.

“okay, george, congratulations on another fifth place finish. thank you for your time.” your smile was sickly sweet, returned by a scowl from him as soon as he was off camera.

“always a pleasure, sweetheart.” he threw the words and wink over his shoulder as he walked away, a safe distance from the microphone. you froze, eyes widening at the pet name, but more importantly, the way heat shot through your body upon hearing it.

fuck. maybe he’d won this one. you hated it when that happened.

after your interviews had wrapped up, you had a few hours to kill before the festivities started. you didn’t always hang around after a race weekend came to a closing, but it was monaco and you’d been invited to more parties than you could count on one hand. a few of your colleagues had roped you into a party on someone importants yacht and how could you say no to that? you got yourself ready and headed down to the lobby, looking forward to a night of fun and the next couple of weeks off before you headed to azerbaijan.

you checked yourself out in the hotel window as you waited for your colleagues, admiring how good you looked in your dress, the way it accentuated every curve, the silky material hugging you perfectly. you wondered what it would feel like, just for a second, to feel someone else’s hands running all over the satin. to hear his voice in your ear, his breath fanning your neck, hand wrapped in your hair, lips against your ski-

god! enough.

you hated it when that happened. anytime you let him get the upper hand, you generally spent the rest of your evening thinking about him touching you. that’s why you were a bitch. you couldn’t let yourself succumb to him, couldn’t let him win the interview. you shook your head trying desperately to rid yourself of those thoughts, praying that you wouldn’t run into him this evening. he didn’t live in monaco and the chances were that he’d gone home. you clung on to that fact as you watched your friends enter the lobby, the group of you heading off for a good night.

you were a few drinks in, barely even tipsy when you saw him for the first time that night. you were stood on one of the upper decks on the super yacht you’d been invited onto, deep in conversation with lando and his girlfriend. you were joking with the brit about something golf related, having joined him and few other presenters in bahrain for a few rounds on the green, when george decided he just had to be a part of the conversation, slapping lando on the back and winking at luisa. you rolled your eyes, barely able to contain your groan of annoyance.

“and how are you on this fine evening?” george rested his hand on the railing

behind you, a bit too close to you, not so subtly raking his eyes up and down your frame. there was a twinkle in his blue eyes, something dangerous, exciting. you gulped.

“wonderful.” you replied curtly.

“and you look it too.” he grinned, catlike, mischievous. you blinked rapidly.

“would you like us to leave?” lando suddenly chimed in, and thank god he did. you were starting to get tunnel vision, almost forgetting that you had company.

“yes, actually.” george… joked? you couldn’t tell. one thing you did know was that you definitely shouldn’t be left alone with him.

“no, stay, after all, all george could talk about earlier was you, lando.” you smirked directly at the tall brit, despite directing your words at the other driver. your words were enough to wipe the smile off of george’s face.

“oh really?” lando laughed, missing, or perhaps ignoring, the obvious tension growing.

“he was so proud of his overtake on you. it was adorable.”

you were oblivious to lando’s laughter next to you, only able to focus on the way that george’s eyes had narrowed, darkening as he glared at you. you smiled innocently at him, but your eyes told a different story. hungry, lustful, maybe even a little bit desperate. you didn’t even care about that, all you could do was stare back at him, waiting for him to snap.

“i think we need to have a little chat, straighten a few things out.” george took his hand off of the rail behind you, grabbing your wrist. before you could even react, he was pulling you through the sea of people. all you could do was trail along behind him, weaving through the crowd until he led you into an empty stairwell.

“so what do you want to talk about? the weather?” you asked sarcastically once he’d finally stopped. he dropped your wrist, starting to pace in the enclosed space.

“why are you such a fucking nightmare? always standing there talking shit while you eye me up like you need to be fucked.” your jaw dropped at his explicitness, feeling flushed in contrast to the cool

wall you were rested against.

“you’re one to talk, you know. walking around that paddock like i’m going to drop to my knees because you overtook a fucking mclaren,” you replied, wanting to get him exactly where he’d gotten you. “not exactly the flex you think it is, sweetheart.” you mocked his closing words from the media pen.

“i can think of a better use for that mouth of yours if you’re going to continue to run it.” he spoke sternly. your legs felt like jelly but you were determined to hold your own.

“and i can think of a few things you could do with yours.” you quipped.

“is that what you want? hmm?” he stepped forward, caging you in against the wall that was definitely the only thing keeping you upright. “do you want my mouth? my fingers? bet you’d take anything i gave you.”

“why are you so sure that i want anything from you?” you made one last attempt at regaining any power that you had over the situation. you knew you’d lost it when he started laughing, breath fanning your neck. he peppered a few kisses on the skin there, sniggering again at the shaky breath you let out.

“you’re fucking shaking, my love. i know, you know, and everyone on that deck up there knows you want me,” he pressed a few more kisses on your neck before he whispered in your ear, “its okay though, sweetheart, because quite frankly i’ve been waiting for a year to see what you look like on your knees.”

his lips were on yours before you could even process what he’d said, his words finally sinking in as he licked into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. you moaned into his mouth, bringing your hands up to pull on the collar of his shirt, but he caught them, pinning them above your head. the height difference made it easy for him to keep them there, but made it awkward to keep kissing you. ever the problem solver, george found a solution.

with one hand still wrapped around your wrists, the other snaked down to the skin of your bare thigh, skimming the area left exposed as your dress rode up. he mumbled a jump against your lips, hoisting you up in his arms. he kept you firm against the wall, encouraging you to wrap your legs tightly around him, holding you up with his hips, which were rutting desperately against yours.

his lips detached from yours, sucking at your neck, much rougher against the sensitive skin than he had been previously. his kisses trailed down your cleavage until he was yanking the top of your dress down. you were annoyed as you heard the stitches pull at his harsh movements, quickly distracted by the groan he let out at the sight of your bare chest. he dipped his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making you arch into him even further. he toyed with the bud, nipping at it until you were gasping at the sensitivity. you decided to use this opportunity to try and gain the upper hand.

“keep doing that george,” you breathed, “i like it when you’re nice and quiet for me.” you teased, taking advantage of how he’d distracted himself with your chest, his grip on your hands loosening. you threaded your hand through his hair, tugging on the strands to keep him in place. “you can do whatever you want with that mouth if it means you’ll shut the fuck up.”

he growled, biting down on your nipple as you pulled a bit harder on his hair, making you whimper. he pulled his tongue away from you, letting you slide back down the wall until your feet hit the floor once more. one hand went to your neck, the other going to his belt, which he began to undo. the clinking of the metal made you tense up, the anticipation killing you.

“i think you’re the one that needs to shut the fuck up,” the hand around your neck tightened as he spoke, “all you do is talk, talk, talk, trying to wear me down with your short dresses and stupid questions,” he pulled his trousers and his boxers down just enough to free himself from their constraints, sighing as he relieved himself. his trousers had only been getting tighter and tighter since he first saw you this evening. hell, they’d been getting tighter since he first saw you on thursday morning. “you can pretend you’re in control all you want, love, but we both know i could have you spread out for me in the middle of the press conference if i wanted to.”

with that, he used his grip on your throat to aid you down onto your knees. it’s not like you put up much of a fight, very willing to get down there of your own accord. you wanted to make him squirm. there was also a part of you dying to make him feel good, desperate to please him. you took his cock into your hand, slowly running it up and down his length, getting used to the way he felt, the weight of him. as you stared up at him, eyes fixed on his, you finally concluded that perhaps he was allowed to be overconfident, considering what he was working with. you were almost salivating, unable to wait any longer. keeping up the eye contact, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, kitten licking at the tip.

george threaded his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. who were you to resist? you wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking and swirling as you took him further and further down. you hollowed your cheeks, moaning around him, which seemed to finally send him off the deep end. he looked flushed, a little bit beautiful with his head thrown back, thick neck all exposed and in need of a few marks to match the ones he’d decorated you with. his eyes had finally left yours, the pleasure too much for him to maintain it, mouth hanging open as he moaned your name.

“so fucking good for me, such a good girl. wish you were like this all the time, fuck.” you hummed around him in response, pulling yourself off of him. you stood up from the floor, kissing him fiercely. his hands were on your hips, pulling your dress up your thighs until your panties were on display.

“i don’t think i said you could stop.” he muttered against your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his. you reached for his collar, not stopped by him this time, and pushed him back into the wall.

“want me to keep being your good girl? hmm?” you pressed a kiss right beneath his ear, biting down on the skin. “i think you need to earn it.” you soothed the bite with your tongue, running the tip across his strong neck.

“you pretend that i’m the desperate one, as if i haven’t noticed you squirming in every single interview,“ you whispered in his ear. you reached down, finding his hands, and placed yours on top of them, guiding them up your half naked body. “i know that this is what you think about every time you run away, back to your hotel room,” you trailed his hands over your waist, skimming across your abdomen until he was cupping your breasts. “bet you spend your nights locked away wishing you were touching me,” you gasped as he pinched your nipples, every single nerve in your body standing to attention by now, but you kept his hands moving. you laced one of yours with his, bringing the other one back to your neck, guiding his large fingers with your smaller ones. “so come on george, touch me. need you to touch me if you want me to be good for you.”

something in him snapped once more and suddenly, he was very much back in control. before you could even blink, he had moved you both across the narrow hallway so that you were pressed into the parallel wall, lips passionately on yours. the hand that wasn’t choking you lightly was between your thighs, ripping the lace of your underwear which fell pathetically to the floor, completely useless to you now. he had a finger rubbing at your clit, dipping between your folds to discover just how soaked you’d gotten for him. if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew he’d be smirking down at you like the bastard he was. you were boneless, putty in his hands as he plunged a finger into you, working you open deliciously for him, thumb rubbing your clit to create a perfect rhythm.

you were struggling to keep up with him, the combination of his kiss and his hands on your neck and your cunt making you dizzy. you didn’t know what to focus on, mouth falling open, head falling back to hit the wall as he slid another finger inside of you. your eyes rolled back in your head, his name tumbling pathetically from your mouth in the form of desperate whines that only made him fuck you with his fingers even faster. you were proud of yourself for managing to rile him up this much, the knot in your stomach growing and tightening until you were shaking, barely able to stand without his help. his hand left your throat as you came, and you collapsed forward, tears building in the corner of your eyes as you fell into his arms.

you leaned back, arms still wrapped around him and his still holding you up in your weakened state. for the first time since you’d met him, you truly appreciated the sheer beauty of his eyes, the way the colours blended effortlessly to give away his every emotion. if you weren’t mistaken, he was looking rather smitten.

“okay?” he asked you, a bit too smug for your liking. you still had a couple of cards left to play; if he thought you were done, that he’d won this round, he was sorely mistaken.

you nodded at him, opening your mouth. he took the hint, bringing his dripping fingers up to your mouth. you took them in, licking yourself off of his fingers eagerly. you were certain he shuddered, unable to look away from you for even a second. your eyes flickered down to where he was still painfully hard for you, urgently waiting his turn. as he gawked at his fingers in your mouth, you readjusted your dress, smoothing it down. he was in a daydream, ogling you to the point where he didn’t know what you were about to do, as if he was the one who’d just had the mind blowing orgasm. pulling his fingers out of your mouth, you stepped around him, making your way to the bottom of the stairs he’d dragged you down earlier.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“places to be, people to talk to. have a nice week off, sweetheart.” you winked, quickly turning on your heel, swaying your hips just for him as you made your way up the stairs on shaky legs and disappeared from his eye line. you didn’t miss the way he groaned in frustration, cursing loudly, while you giggled.

you were definitely taking this as a win.

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Happy Marriage

Warnings: mature material, sex scene, future non-con/rape, dark fic, “dead dove do not eat”, the 1940s gender dynamics

Note: This is my first time positing a story of tumblr, you can also find my other works on ArchivesOfOurOwn, my username there is QueenSketch.

Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.

Part 1:

The television light illuminated your cramped living room space, bringing dread and despair from today’s news.

“A massive explosion occurred today in the middle of the city, a security camera was able to catch the scene in action. As we can see here, a blast of light bursts out of this man’s chest into the building, killing 79 innocent bystanders”

The video zooms into the person, showing a disheveled male with a beard and side swept hair. The video was blurry, but you had a horrible gut feeling telling you that you know that person.

“We are currently not certain of who this person is, but there have been speculations that this person may be Soldier Boy. A once beloved hero. If this is truly him, what has happened? There has been no updates from Vought yet but channel 2 news will keep you updated”.

The concerned and stern face of the news anchor fades out as you click your remote to shut down the television. Your heart is racing. No this can’t be real, you were free of him. You have been free for over a decade. This must be a mistake.

Your mind began to jump from one concern to the next, your breathing increased but it felt as if no oxygen was getting through your lungs. You were spiraling and you knew it, but nothing could help you now if he was truly back.

You closed your eyes and tried to think, tried to brainstorm a plan. You could move, he wouldn’t be able to find you. You changed your name, no one knows who you truly are. No one knows your past or what you have done. Yes you could move and with today’s technology at your fingertips, you could easily be safely hidden away from him.

1946

The radio was playing a nice soft melodic song, you hummed along to it as you were preparing dinner. Your dress swayed with you as you moved your body to the beat of the song. You could hear the front door open, but you were so entranced with the song and your movements that you continued along.

“Honey, I’m home”

The deep barrel of your husband’s voice took you out of your trance. You patted your apron down, put on your best smile, and went to greet your husband. He was still in the doorway, his dark green and black suit on defining all of his muscles and built. He was taking off his shoes, as you approached him.

“Welcome home deer”

He opened his arms as he welcomed your embrace, you stood on your tippy toes to hug him and give a small kiss to his cheek. He chuckled into your embrace.

“I've missed you”. He says to you, your smile gets brighter. “I’ve missed you more, I have dinner almost ready. Clean up and come downstairs”.

“It smells delicious, but I would rather eat you all up”. He sends you a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

You shew him away before he tries to grab you. “Oh silly you”, you laugh at him and head back to the kitchen, as you are about to pass the door frame you hear him say something.

“What was that honey?” You yell back.

“I have a surprise for you, I can give it to you after dinner. When we have some fun upstairs”. His tone of voice seems deeper to you, you think it's because he has a big appetite for sex. Especially after he became a supe.

“Oh you didn’t have to, but can’t wait”.

You hear his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, and carry on back to the kitchen to set the table and finish up.

After dinner, you clean everything from the table as Ben goes to sit down on the couch and relax. He has such a hard job and passion of being a superhero, he does so much for the world, you just wish that you could be a comfort for him. You begin to wash the dishes, but you feel a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. That startles you.

“Oh goodness Ben, I didn’t notice you”. He gives you a tight smile.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

He is a head taller then you, his height looms over you as he looks deep into your eyes. His hazel/gray eyes bring love and desire into you, but at this moment they seem off. He leans towards you and captures your lips with his own. His lips move skillfully with yours, bringing butterflies into your stomach.

You lean away from him to catch a breath and smile up at him. He closes the water faucet and takes your hand into his. He leads you away from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

He seems more impatient today than usual but you comply with his actions. He pushes you onto your bed, forcing you to sit on the edge of it.

“Strip”

You slowly reach back to untie your apron but before you can pull it over yourself he stops you.

“Keep that on”.

You nod your head, and silently ask him to pull down the zipper of your dress. He sits close to you, his breath fanning on your neck as he gently pulls down the zipper. As he unzips the dress, he trails the zipper down and plants small kisses on the way. His final kiss was at the bottom of your back.

You stand up to step away from the dress. Frilly light green bra and panties still on. You look at your husband sitting in front of you, your eyelids half open sending a sultry look towards him.

“Aren’t you going to take anything off?”

He wags his leather gloved finger no at you. You could feel your panties getting damp as the seconds go by.

You un-clip your bra and let it fall to the floor, the apron is still covering your front. You teasingly turn your back towards him, and slowly pull your panties down giving your husband a show.

You hear his belt clink and then his zipper goes down. You glance towards him and see him stroking his girthy cock, pre-cum glistening at the top. You gulp down saliva, and go on all fours towards him. He gives you a knowing look, as he spreads his thighs for you to fit.

You look up at him, his dark gaze looking deep at you. You nod your head and move closer to his inviting cock waiting for your attention. You first lick the shaft of it. Once, twice, three times. He shudders each time, a small groan escaping his mouth. That encourages you as you fully take his head into your mouth. It pulsates as you swirl your tongue around and put more of him in.

He becomes impatient and thrusts his hips into you. You oblige and move your head up and down, while gently massaging his balls. Groans of pleasure escape him, and you know he is almost at his limit. You could feel your pussy throbbing and getting wet from pleasuring him. Before he cums into your mouth, he pulls himself out.

His actions confuse you, as he pulls you up. He turns you around and pushes you on the bed on all fours. You spread your legs, ready to take him. He aligns himself towards your entrance and swiftly thrusts in. He begins with a steady pace but becomes more frantic with each stroke.

You could feel your own climax coming, he would hit the right spot each time. One of his hands was massaging your right breast, twisting the nipple and bringing more pleasure towards you. Each sensation became more and more, until finally you felt release.

The feeling of completion didn’t last long. You felt a sharp stab towards the middle of your back, a forceful injection. The pain was unbearable as this unknown substance was forced into your organism. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning, but also as if you were buried in ice. Tears sprung down your face as you sobbed and screamed in agony.

Ben was still inside of you as he held you to himself. You could hear him saying something, but the agony was too much.

The last thing you heard him say before you blacked out was “This way we will always be together”.

Part 2: https://2anxious2betrue.tumblr.com/post/688641447595016192/happy-marriage-part-2

#soldier boy x reader #dark soldier boy x reader #dark fic #rape/noncon #1940s soldier boy #the boys #dark soldier boy

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decepti-thots · 1 year

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Wayyy back in 2021, a good two years ago now, I wrote a post on a bad brain day that was less actual meta and more just me rambling that was me trying to unpick a specific thing I have a problem with in Dying of the Light as a kind of springboard into my bigger thematic issue with the arc. And I've always wanted to go back and redo it but never gotten around to it. But now I have! That's what this post is! You see what I am doing here.

Right, so. Hear me out here. The crux of it is that I think the turning point of DotL works a lot better in a scenario where Rodimus saves Megatron against his will. (This is a lie, the first thousand words of this are actually just about Rodimus and Megatron's narrative roles, but I swear I will get to the DotL bit.)

Let's back up a bit. One of the things that gets pointed out about the back half of MTMTE a lot is that Rodimus' arc quickly loses a lot of focus, and that this is jarring in a comic that had previously used him for a lot of its forward momentum narratively speaking. Rodimus didn't just get a lot of focus in early MTMTE in the sense of character spotlight, but also in how the same things that drove his "personal" arc drove the wider conflicts in the comic and pushed its overall story forward. That is to say: when Rodimus fucks something up for himself, or fixes something for himself, it has broader impact on the surrounding narrative. Rodimus' low point when the mess with Overlord comes out is also the comic's low point when a bunch of people have died and things reach a nadir. And when Rodimus resolves to change things after Remain in Light, it feels like a similar moment for the entire cast and story as a whole, this sense of "OK, now we're back on an upswing post-finale".

Megatron's introduction to the story massively reduces the degree of symbiosis like that between Rodimus and the story as a whole. Rodimus stops feeling like an ostensible protagonist among the ensemble even when he still gets pretty decent page time. I think the reason why is that a lot of the connections that were previously being drawn between his arc and the overall story progression shift to instead draw those links between Megatron and the direction of the story. Which causes a few issues, but in my opinion the biggest one is: Rodimus' entire character is designed to be a character who works like that. His arc is about understanding that his fuck ups have wide ranging consequences and how to be a leader that does not hide serial killers in the basement that ruin everyone's day. (He's very relatable, isn't he.) If you meaningfully reduce the degree to which his arc drives the broader conflicts of the plot, you can't really... do much with him. Because now, a ton of the page time when things go tits up in a big way gets handed over to Megatron for reasons of pursuing his arc, which also requires he face Big Consequences head on. And page time is scarce! But without Rodimus being the character whose investment in those big stakes is the focus, you don't have those opportunities to drive his character arc forward anymore, and frankly he was way too central for that to ever be anything but awkwardly noticeable as a dangling thread.

And I was scratching my head about why all this was such an issue when this is a comic that can pride itself on narrative efficiency above all else. Listen, MTMTE is really good at having almost everything pull double duty. The first issue is a masterclass in this on its own; every scene is using character dynamics to introduce multiple characters and often multiple relationships at once, foreshadowing is used to drop character notes, interpersonal dynamics are used to lay groundwork for bigger stories that will be told down the line. So the obvious answer to this issue is surely just that you need to incorporate the new character you're finding room for in your story into one of those dynamics.

Which I do think winds up being the issue. The comic never really manages to find a 'hook' for that Megatron-Rodimus dynamic that allows them to both occupy the same narrative space, as it were, where more than one or the other character they and their dynamic are driving the story together. So we wind up with this effect of Rodimus fading into the background of it. The problem seems to me to be that their arcs don't wind up with enough overlap for them to both occupy these story beats together without one of them- overwhelmingly Rodimus- seeming superfluous. The thing is, the arc set out for Megatron can't really be about his interpersonal issues with Rodimus. The scope is too big. You're never going to be able to turn them bickering due to a personality clash into fodder to drive the actual themes of it. Not in a way that feels actually relevant to what's at stake there.

Which means that to make them foils that can function as a tighter and more cohesive narrative unit, so that both of them can take equal billing in the "this is us moving the overarching plot forward" moments, I think the conflict between them needs to be operating on a thematic level. Because in MTMTE, it's... not? Seriously. It feels like it is, because it resembles what that setup looks like in other stories where characters are these ideological foils. But in what way is Rodimus, in MTMTE, a foil to the themes and aims of Megatron's arc? He's, errr. Not someone who has been an evil warlord? He's an Autobot who has... always been an Autobot? His arc just isn't obviously complementary because it's not an arc about redemption, or even really morality at all. (Note that characters don't really talk about Rodimus' fuck up with Overlord as a moral failing, but as a personal one. The moral framework doesn't tend to come into it with Rodimus, because that's not what the story is really interested in exploring with him.)

Which makes sense, because Rodimus' arc wasn't conceived to be a counterpart of Megatron's. And Megatron's wasn't designed around Rodimus. They are two lead characters whose arcs need them to be in very different stories for things to go in a direction that will bring out the beats of their respective arcs. And Megatron's got catchup to do in series two, so Megatron wins out.

But I don't think it actually has to be like that, because there is a way I think you can take the arcs as they're shown to us and intertwine them much more, which is where I can finally circle back around to the question of Dying of the Light.

At that point in the comic, I think you can say that the one really obvious parallel between the two that can be drawn is that (on admittedly different scales) they have both struggled to work out what accountability is supposed to look like. You have Rodimus who has been through the Overlord debacle and then Remain in Light, and you have Megatron who in DotL has the whole thing where he is confronted with just how many people he's killed. Rodimus in RiL especially has a whole thing where he dismisses the idea of dying heroically to make up for his mistakes getting people killed because it's cheap, and this is a defining character moment for him. It frames everything he does going forward and answers the question of "is Rodimus capable of taking actual responsibility", which sets us up for the vote and all that stuff. Rodimus is asked to risk dying to fix things and correctly identifies this as an easy way out and says "no, I'll do one better than that", and the remaining arc we get for him before Megatron's introduction is him dealing with fallout.

Dying of the Light has the scene for Megatron with the spark flowers, and while that scene does not tend to land for me overall, I can acknowledge that it has a really specific purpose: it's the point that Megatron's later attempt to just die with Tarn is calling back to. It explains his change in behaviour. What we've seen of Megatron up to that point suggests him as someone who is trying to make amends in the sense of balancing the scales- yes, he's done bad things, but now he's doing good things, and eventually this will even things out. The flower scene is there because it provides a visual metaphor for the sheer scope of what Megatron did, and importantly it provides that perspective to Megatron. It makes the point that doing this is clearly not possible given what, exactly, Megatron is making amends for. You can't just community service your way out of that graveyard, essentially.

So this allows us to look at Megatron trying to die alongside Tarn in DotL through the lens of him basically being like "there's no way for me to actually fix this, so all I can do is die for it". And this is where we run into the change that I think would allow this to be a point where Rodimus and Megatron's arcs could be tied together by a larger overarching theme: Rodimus thinks that's bullshit. Specifically, he thinks it's cheating. We know he does, because it's what he rejected in Remain in Light.

Rather than frame Rodimus as reaching for Megatron because of his personal investment in him as someone he's now come to care about, and Megatron accepting as a gesture towards accepting that friendship, I'd offer an alternative. Megatron does not accept and Rodimus hauls his ass out of there unwillingly. Not (just) because of their developing relationship, but because Rodimus is articulating an ideological disagreement with Megatron's conclusion; he thinks that Megatron accepting he has to die because there's no point trying to do anything about it is a cheat. Cowards' way out and all that.

This reintroduces Rodimus into the parts of the comic that are now mostly being progressed through Megatron's arc because now all of that is Rodimus' fault. He's the one who decided to save Megatron when he didn't have to, and any further consequences aren't just the consequences of Megatron trying to deal with what he's done and how it continues to impact everyone; they're also the result of Rodimus' decision to save him when he didn't have to. It also means that there's now a clear thematic concept being explored in the space between these two characters and how they differ. What does accountability look like? What does punishment look like? What investment do these characters have in those concepts? These are now disagreements that can not only fuel the panel-to-panel petty conflicts between these two characters, but their actual arcs. You can draw much stronger parallels between them than just 'this one's hotheaded and rash, and this one's not, and they are Bickering', which can drive individual character interactions but not the actual wider ideas the comic wants to engage with.

It opens up a lot of narrative space for these two characters to align their personal arcs in a way that engages what is at this point driving the overall plot forward, and it therefore allows them to both occupy that walking-inciting-incident position as opposed to just being like. Well I Guess Megatron Is The Protagonist Now. Their relationship becomes a central argument about what the comic is about that they can embody and express together, and conflict over whether the right choice was made can push them through the upcoming story beats.

Overall, MTMTE has an issue where it wants Megatron and Rodimus to be foils but can't actually find a place where they are outside the surface level. But they are both characters whose arcs are about being gigantic fuck ups and living with it, so the material like... exists! The text is there if you massage it right! And that's why I think they should have been even more dysfunctional. Megatron would be sooo mad Rodimus ruined his big death scene, and if nothing else, can we all please agree that would have been really funny.

#there. you're not allowed to say i don't ever write megatron meta now.#i wrote you one (1).#idw #meta #megatron #rodimus

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khaothanawat · 1 year

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My School President wants to subvert your expectations

(or: if you're not watching this show, you're missing out on something wonderful)

...so. I am supposed to work today, but I don't wanna and also i rewatched all four episodes of My School President last night and if I don't let out as many feelings as possible about it I might explode because I am unhinged.

so I wrote a 4,700+ word essay i'm so sorry oh my god I spent hours writing this good lord

episode 1 / the introduction

episode 1 plays out mostly as a traditional high school series might. we have gun, who is not the greatest student, but who loves music and, even more than that, loves music club - which revolves around his friends and the band they’re in. it is, as we’ll learn a few episodes down the line, his “safe zone”, and the one place in school where he’s found love and acceptance.

we also have tinn, who is the son of the incredibly strict principal and who himself is a fantastic student, good looking, admired by all the other students. he gets voted in as school president, and thus has complete control over the fate of all the school clubs - including, of course, the principal’s least favourite club (on account of how its members keep failing their classes and almost burning down the school), the music club.

the dynamic between tinn and gun is familiar to us - it’s a rivalry, with one side being very charming if a little ridiculous and the other being a traditional tsundere-type character - stern and not particularly forthcoming or unforgiving at first glance. we see little hints though, very early on, that tinn, despite his exterior, gets drawn into gunn’s music.

the end of episode 1 is our first real insight that not everything is going to go quite as expected - thanks so a slow reveal that tinn has doodled a little picture of gun singing, and written next to it the words “you’re cute. so damn cute. cuter than anyone in the world.”

it’s a well-used trope in BL romances to have the handsome, tsundere character be secretly a MASSIVE SIMP for his love interest. we’ve seen this in previous GMMTV shows, with a mid-series reveal that the tsundere has been wildly in love and putting up a ridiculous front the entire time. What MSP is turning on its head is not the fact that Tinn has feelings, but the decision to reveal it in episode 1. the traditional mid-series reveal allows romantic tension to develop in the story, the will-they-won’t-they of each moment existing because we don’t know for certain that the tsundere character has feelings. the reveal is usually used after the first kiss, when the tension is no longer needed by the narrative.

MSP deciding to remove that tension entirely completely changes the way they need to build the romance between tinn and gun, as well as subverting our own expectations around what we’re watching. tinn is no longer cool and detached and stern - he’s awkward and adorable and… completely insane, honestly, he’s just absolutely unhinged. he does not know what he’s doing and has somehow boxed himself into pretending to be a tsundere in his secret quest to help gun save the music club.

now, the tension in the story is whether tinn can get gun to stop hating him - and if, how and when gun will develop feelings for tinn.

(yeah yeah yeah yes, we the viewers know that they’ll end up together, but that’s beside the point)

I can't believe this got so out of hand that I need to use a cut - let's kEEP GOING I GUESS

episode 2 / in which we are made aware that all is truly not what it seems

episode 2 introduces us to another trope - the “secret correspondant” trope. only, of course, it’s not a secret here. we see tinn posing as ‘nong lion’ and messaging the music club to try and help them with their problem (and side note - MSP has the same structure as Bad Buddy, wherein episodes are self-contained stories; an obstacle appears and is resolved in the same episode). in fact, the show turns the trope on its head even further by having gun almost immediately suspect tinn, only to get conveniently thrown off the scent by tinn’s bestie for the restie, and the owner of the sole braincell on the show, tiw. and even beyond that, tinn does a terrible job at hiding the fact that he’s ‘nong lion’, but the show just mines this for comedy, because a huge running line in the show is that the members of the music club are, bless them, absolute dummies.

even so, the episode culminates in tinn openly helping gun in-person (on a stage in front of a bunch of other people, no less!!) and then openly vowing to help the music club win the hot wave contest.

which isn’t a super selfless move - tinn is told earlier that evening by an old music club alumni that music club members can’t date unless they win the hot wave contest. of course, one of the very first things we learn about the music club in the show is that it’s former leader lost the hot wave contest because of his girlfriend, so it seems possible that maybe that rule doesn’t actually exist anymore. but that’s for a later time.

episode 3 / remember episode 2? lets do that again but MORE

episode 3 of my school president takes the concept of subverting expectations and turns it into a whole-ass episode (and it’s perfect).

episode 3 opens with tinn going on another adorable little meltdown about how cute gun is, only for gun to be standing right there listening. another trope again, but this time - i have to wonder whether gun realises what has happened. the narrative has told us over and over that he’s sort of a dummy - the remainder of episode 3 revolves heavily around this, in fact. but he did suspect tinn of being nong lion in episode 2, he’s not always completely obtuse, and he explicitly asks tinn who he was talking about, before waving away the conversation entirely because he has more important hot wave-related things to discuss. this is one of the many instances we see of tinn conflating his own fantasies with reality - something that will become infinitely more prevalent this episode.

speaking of: tinn has to tutor gun. we see them sitting at a table and tinn has somehow made calculus sexy by drawing a heart with equations. they move closer, almost kiss and then- it is, of course, just a figment of tinn’s wild imagination. in reality, he’s yelling at gun for being a gay who can’t math. this is the first time the show tells us to be on our guard in this episode, because tinn’s little mind is going wild and not everything we see will be real.

eventually, tiw suggests they (tinn and gun) move in to his sibling’s apartment for a week to study because tiw is a romantic mastermind, and then, when tinn panics because he does not know how to be a normal person around gun, tiw suggests tinn recreate classic BL tropes with gun. like in bad buddy, tiw says. tiw played by mark pakin, who was in bad buddy. tiw who says that his favourite actor in bad buddy is mark pakin. i’ve gotten off track a little. except i HAVEN’T because -

ok, MSP is written by the same writers as Bad Buddy and directed by one of the assistant directors of Bad Buddy (and 1000 Stars), director au. this is au’s first full director role, but he’s obviously been working closely with backbone of GMMTV aof and aof appears a number of times in the MSP special episode to discuss the process of making the show, which would maybe indicate he had a decent hand in the show - or at the very least, has had a hand in helping au develop his own skills (and to be clear, au worked as part of the writing team for years before this, so he’s not new to the business by any means) (not me speculating on aof’s own staff career growth plans loool). i think it’s not a stretch to say that MSP has a very BB feel to it, and i’m so endlessly impressed that it has managed to maintain that so far whilst also forging its own identity as a show. it doesn’t feel like a carbon copy, or a poor imitation - it feels very much like it’s telling it’s own story, but it’s using a something that BB used super successfully to do so, which is the subversion of tropes. MSP goes one step further with that though, and uses it differently (helped by the fact that because BB is set in college and MSP is in high school, the tropes are naturally a lot less… well. horny.)

MY POINT BEING that that Bad Buddy call out was deliberate. they didn’t use the show just bc they had mark pakin saying the line - i think it’s likely that they felt it necessary to add in mark’s line 4th wall breaking line about himself because it was his character making the reference, but they want us to know what they’re doing. they’re referencing Bad Buddy because this show is, in a way, a spiritual successor to BB - it likely wouldn’t exist as it does if BB didn’t already exist (and wasn’t a huge hit). in the very next scene, we get a reference to the band scrubb, which is a huge 2gether reference - and, looping this all back to the creative team, au was a screenwriter for Still 2gether and aof created/directed Still 2gether. tinn’s character is a direct play on sarawat in 2gether - he is, in so many ways, sarawat, but the narrative is using him in a different way.

oh my god i legit wanted to write a one sentence post about this show how did i get here

OK GETTING BACK TO EPISODE 3 oh my god

episode 3 shows us over and over that tinn creates these vivid fantasies about being in classic romantic scenarios with gun that he then tries to turn into reality, pet tiw’s instruction - only for the reality to be a lot less romantic. in his one actual, real-life chance to get close to gun (the ballroom dance) where he’s not just trying to recreate something from a BL series, he gets so overwhelmed and nervous that he can’t dance at all, which we’re told through the loud and quick sound of his heartbeat.

and then, part way through the episode, the show starts bait-and-switching us.

first: tinn sees gun with food on his lip and fantasises about brushing it away with his thumb (an absolute romance series staple). gun licks it away before tinn can do any of that, because of course he does - but then tinn gets food on his lips and gun reaches over to brush it away. finally, tinn has ended up in a romance series moment with gun, only it wasn’t one of his own deliberate creation. it just happened.

second: tinn and gun talk at the swimming pool about themselves - finally. they’ve been living together for a week, but we don’t see them often having conversations about who they are. gun talks about seeing the music club as his ‘safe zone’. tinn explains why he became school president (to support people’s dreams). gun tells him that that’s such a handsome answer, then asks “have you used that line to hit on anyone?” tinn replies: “you.” we expect by now that it’s another fantasy moment, because we’ve been duped by the show with these moments multiple times by now, but once again the show twists things. the moment is real, tinn really says “you” and it hangs between them for a moment before he quickly changes the subject. but it’s the clearest declaration either of them have made. we don’t know what gun is feeling by this stage, however we do know that gun is in fact the one who gave them a Classic Romance Moment of brushing away food. it’s the show telling us that, whether he realises it yet or not, he’s in this too.

the third bait and switch is the Big One, except it’s not at all: we reach the ballroom dance midterm and tinn is trying to get out of dancing altogether - he still isn’t sure he can do it, he still feels overwhelmed when he tries to dance with gun, his heart races too hard and fast. gun refuses to listen to him and makes him get up. he tells tinn to close his eyes and says “let me help you”. tinn closes his eyes and suddenly the sports hall fades away - he and gun are in beautiful suits, they’re in the music club room (gun’s safe zone!), gun’s band chinzilla is playing and he and gun are dancing. throughout the episode we’ve heard tiny portions of the melody of the ballroom dance song, but now finally we hear the whole song, performed by chinzilla. as they dance together, the scene flashes between the fantasy dance, their practice dance by the pool and crucially, the actual dance that’s happening in the sports hall. as the dance comes to an end, we realise that even though we saw it happen in tinn’s fantasy, it was happening in real life too. the way they danced in tinn’s fantasy was how they really danced - staring into one another’s eyes, smiling at each other, looking completely lost in the moment. gun said “let me help you” and entered tinn’s fantasy with him. gun said “let me help you” and he’s telling us, the viewers, that tinn isn’t going to make this romance happen alone (even with the help of tiw). tinn can’t create romance moments when gun isn’t on the same page.

the final bait and switch happens in a series of parts: prior to the ballroom dance midterm, on the night after they go swimming, gun makes tinn share the bed (rather than the Bad Buddy reference sleeping arrangement they’ve been doing all week). tinn, because he’s a lunatic, asks if he can stare into gun’s eyes and gun obliges. after a moment, we hear the heartbeats again - but it’s gun that looks away and decides to go to sleep.

the episode ends, after the ballroom dance, with gun and tinn having a small moment together outside the school. gun tries to give tinn back the pencil case he borrowed earlier, because he of course does not own a pencil case. it’s one that says “i think about you” on it that gun has, obviously, doodled all over. specifically, he has drawn a cute little monster and written the name ‘tinn’ with a bunch of arrows pointed at it. you think about who now, gun? anyway, tinn tells gun to keep it, because what high school student doesn’t have a pencil case oh my god gun - and they hold hands over the pencil case for a moment. until the tinn’s mother the principal comes out of her office and tinn very gently drops gun’s hands. that’s not relevant to this, i just think it’s Big Foreshadowing. anyway. tinn leaves with his mother and gun is left standing there, staring after him. and once again, we hear the heartbeats. they’re gun’s, because of course they are. we get a flashback to the night before, to tinn staring into gun’s eyes and looking away, and we know for certain that that was gun’s heartbeat and not tinn’s, and that it’s happening again now. bait and switch - tinn’s heartbeats followed us through the whole episode, only for us to end on gun’s heartbeat, and a confirmation that yes, he’s feeling it all too.

again, the show is revealing things early. no longer do we have the tension of whether gun feels something too - now we have the tension of whether gun is going to do anything about it, or acknowledge it at all.

we're only up to episode 4 by now, and I wouldn't say that episode 4 turned much on its head that hadn't already been set up before, but I do think it serves as a way to start building up a number of new plot points, so I'm going to talk about that a little, just so that I can revisit this later once more episodes have aired.

episode 4 / resetting expectations (...sort of?)

episode 4 of my school president introduces us to a new character: tinn's original rival, sound, who joins the music club (because of course tinn has a rival).

I think it's actually really key to point out a tiny scene that happens at the beginning of episode 4, as the show is starting to lay out the plots for the episode. gun and the band are looking for a solo guitarist (hence the eventual introduction of sound). he puts posters up on a notice board. tinn comes along and, because he's a dweeb, mentions that people need permission from the school council to put up posters. gun sighs and obediently starts to take the posters down, before tinn dives in and says that he'll let gun put them up anyway, he'll make a 'special exception'. real smooth, kid.

anyway, this fascinates me, because it's such a good display of how much their relationship has changed by this point. tinn and gun have had a surprising number of scenes together in front of this notice board - mostly with gun fighting back against tinn trying to enforce the school rules as school council president. here we see gun not fight, but immediately give into tinn instead (even though tinn had no desire to win, he's just got so little game oh my god this boy has NO GAME i'm obsessed with him). gun looks thrilled when tinn lets him put up the posters anyway - he respects tinn's word enough now that he wasn't going to fight, which is so the opposite of the gun we've seen so far. it's just a really interesting story beat to throw in.

they have a little moment again (in real life) (initiated by tinn) and gun's heartbeats from episode 3 appear once more, reminding us that gun is also Feeling Things. gun runs away in a flustered panic.

(tinn, it must be said, genuinely has no idea what's going on in gun's head. because tinn is a dummy.)

from here, the dual plot lines of the episode play out pretty traditionally. story A sees gun quit the music club and tinn take the opportunity to get closer to him now that he's not beholden to the no-dating-before-hot-wave rule that definitely still exists. they do get closer. in fact, they go on an accidental date, flirt heavily over some imaginary cake, and tinn finds a position for gun in the student council that would allow him to sing and play music, story B sees sound take over the music club, who are unfocused and not actually using their practice sessions to practice, only to be a tiny teen tyrant about it. the band beg gun to come back. gun feels as though the band will have a better chance to win hot wave without him. tinn sees this happen and convinces gun to go back to the music club, because that's clearly where his happiness lies. even if gun being in the music club will inevitably put the absolutely real and very much something gun definitely is aware of no-dating-before-hot-wave rule back into play.

gun rejoins the music club, but lets sound stay (sound, to be clear, mostly joined because he thought it would piss off tinn, but we start getting the indication by the end that he could also maybe find friendship and support in the club, just as the others did). they have their traditional bbq pork meal together to celebrate being back together. it's sacred.

so, it's all fairly cut and dry - and we as viewers probably already knew where these plots were heading and that the main issues would be resolved in this episode, thanks to the self-contained episode structure of the show.

until we see gun grab a bunch of the pork and run off, away from the bbq, yelling that he'll be back soon. he goes, of course, to tinn. he, quite crucially, claims that the group have finished eating and that there was some food left over and he just wondered whether tinn might want it - once again, we as viewers know this is a lie, and are left in possession in much more knowledge than the characters in the scene. gun is making up an excuse to bring tinn food, and to hang out with tinn. if the question this episode was 'gun is having feelings for tinn; what will he do with them?', then we saw moments over the course of the entire episode that answered that. gun, unlike tinn, has apparently an abundance of game (if anything he's a little too dangerous, frankly). he jumps both feet forward into flirting with tinn, and manages to conveniently set up scenarios in which he can do that - successfully, unlike tinn in episode 3. where he's a little more in control, we don't get a return of the panicked heartbeats from the beginning of the episode.

maybe tinn had put this flirting all episode down to the fact that gun was no longer in the music club. it's not really made clear. however, now gun is back in the club, and he's abandoned the sacred bbq pork time to have a nivea micellar moment with tinn (once again, gun successfully initiating a BL romantic moment in real life, because gun is the only one here with game). he gets tinn to take a photo of them together, and so they stand pressed shoulder to shoulder, hands touching. they're smiling at each other, and the camera jumps back and forth between the way they're looking at one another and their hands. tinn, probably emboldened by how much gun has put himself out there across the entire episode, starts to move his pinky finger closer. his hand is shaking, but we see them over and over barely looking at the camera because they're too busy smiling sweetly at each other, as tinn's finger twitches closer and closer - the slowest build up in the world, as we wonder whether he'll get the guts to do it. and then finally, finally, tinn loops his pinky around gun's, and gun responds in kind, and we see a shot of them taking the photo, they're fingers out of shot but entwined.

this is almost par for the course by now - how quickly this show has put tinn and gun on a playing field of both having feelings for the other, and both being at least somewhat aware that those feelings could be reciprocated.

episode 5 and beyond / is this show impossible to predict?

it's not really something we get to see too often, the very cautious build into something more. the next episode preview doesn't really tell us anything about how that develops (but rather that gun has a lot of other stuff going on, apparently). i think this becomes it's own question - now that MSP have turned the traditional BL pacing on its head (akin to the way Bad Buddy did it before), what do they do next. with BB, we very quickly saw that the obstacles between the lead characters were almost entirely external - it's the basis of the entire show. they couldn't be together because no one wanted them to be. it made the pacing of the romance make complete sense.

with MSP, we're going in much more blindly. the boys are already on a similar page and there's no obvious obstacles between them outside of the definitely very real no-dating-before-hot-wave rule that no one in the present day music club has even spoken about or mentioned (yet?). what this suggests to me, and why this is so fascinating, is that we therefore don't necessarily know the basic conceit of the plot from here on out.

yes, we want to see how tinn and gun ultimately admit their feelings for one another, but at episode 4 of 12, the show has already done most of the work in getting them there. inevitably, we need to be faced with obstacles and there have been a small number of hints, maybe, at the things that could go wrong for them, but it's fascinating because those hints have been very sparse.

there's the perceived rivalry of the music club and the school council - which tinn has accidentally perpetuated a bunch of times, because he's a dummy. episode 4 reminds us conveniently that this is still seen to exist outside of tinn and gun's gay little bubble, when we see the two random students discussing it in the hall (this is of course also how sound ends up joining the club). it's not a particularly violent rivalry though - we're not at Bad Buddy drop kick into the chest two seconds away from breaking out into a sharks and jets style dance number. i wouldn't say it's rife for conflict, but that's sort of the thing: it's almost impossible to predict at this point what will happen. we know that chinzilla will probably perform at hot wave, and at some point tinn and gun will probably kiss. beyond that? it's anyone's guess.

another obvious obstacle that has been (honestly quite lightly) is the principal - we are literally introduced to tinn's pov in episode 2 by the concept of his mother coming in between him and gun, when he dreams about gun turning into her. he's lied to her a number of times in the name of helping gun. her character is generally quite fascinating, because she's a near-constant antagonistic presence, but it's clear she has huge amounts of love and care for her son, and she's trying to do her best by her students. she's also really frugal though - in episode 2 we learn that she and her husband would argue because she felt that music was an unnecessarily expensive hobby. a real subtle moment that i'm sure won't come back in any fashion later down the line...

the other obvious one is of course the no-dating-before-hot-wave rule which, sure, might be real, but might even become an issue in some form or another even if it's not. the reason the music club lost hot wave the year before, as we know, was because the last leader was distracted on stage by his girlfriend. this is how we meet the music club in episode 1, and we see gun vowing to win hot wave next year, because he knows it's what will save the music club.

it seems as though episode 5 is about to introduce new conflicts too, or expand upon things that have really only been very barely hinted at. but, if I know anything it's that promos are unreliable, so only time will tell how that plays ou.

it's important though, in my opinion, that the show really hasn't hit us over the head with anything here yet (except the very real very current day hot wave rule that very much definitely exists - and even then, it has only been mentioned a handful of times at most between tinn and tiw, usually as an occasional reminder to the audience more than a constant driving force for tinn's actions). these are obstacles, but they ultimately haven't been shown to cause too much issue to tinn and gun's story - or at least, tinn and gun have successfully navigated everything with almost no pushback, hence the fact that they're both sailing through their own romantic storyline at a pace faster than an olympic runner.

there's not really an ending to this post yet, because we're only at episode 4. I'm not particularly committed to any theory about where this could go (except the one about the hot wave rule being real YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME IT'S REAL AU), but from a storytelling perspective alone: this show needs a conflict. the assumption it gave us and then systematically tore apart across the first four episodes was that the conflict would be around tinn and gun realising their own feelings for one another, because that's how these shows go. that's not the central conflict in MSP. the central conflict is... uh... one of these other things. or maybe a secret different thing. i don't know. come back to me in like 6 weeks.

#my school president #tinn x gun #the total word count for this is 4787 words and um. Um.#no more meta this week bc I have written 3 posts in the space of like 5 days and they've all been exponentially more unhinged than the last #actually I blame gmmtv for not giving us a MSP episode this week because I just think. if the promise of episode 5 was around the corner...#then well. this probably wouldn't have happened.#anyway if you do have like... an hour spare and decide to read this...#pls let me know your thoughts ALSO THINGS YOU DISAGREE ON BC I WANNA KNOW THAT TOO!!!#I realise this is the evident work of a lunatic but I swear I love when other people make observations I've missed and can change my mind #show: my school president #msp: meta #ship: msp: tinn x gun

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midnightmoonkiss · 2 years

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Big Dumb Oni

Arataki Itto X AFAB! Reader

//18+ Minors DNI

Hnng... big dumb oni Arataki Itto and his big dumb oni cock <3

Its soo big and sooo thick.. lovely big veins adding such delicious texture. He curves a bit to the left <3

His huge dick even has those red markings swirling on around it <3 what really sets him aside from the rest are the delicious ridges just below his tip that always gets an angry red when he’s horny <3

Maybe its his oni genes, but for some reason he leaks pre-cum like a fucking waterfall, man looks like he pissed his pants if you turn him on in public <3

Hnnnngg your first time with this dumb oni.. you had no idea he was so huge! 9.. maybe 10 inches?? So thick too.. just a little bit thicker than those bath and body works body mists.. damn oni genes.. so massive!

Of course, he’d bashfully apologize once he and you both realized he wasnt fitting.. it’d take some practice and lots and lots of sex to be able to fully take him, and when thats over he would feel SO GOOD inside you <3 you’d never be able to go back to normal dick.

For now? His thick and lovely fingers will do just fine!

His cheeks are nearly as red as his horns, jaw clenched as he watches you fuck yourself on his digits, your dainty hand wrapped around his wrist as if to guide him.

Itto’s thick fingers curl inside you, pressing wetly against your sweet spot and it just feels so good.

You were so turned on the wet clicking noises of him finger fucking your pussy practically echoed around the room.

Its amazing.. how just his fingers fill you up like a regular sized dick would.. you could get drunk on his fingers, surely, oozing all over his hand and the sheets below your ass.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, so entirely focused on how he feels. The calluses on his hand feels so nice.. you can’t help but grind against his palm.

Itto is so hard it hurts but he’s so entranced. Completely awestruck.

He can feel your velvety walls suck, squeeze, and gush around him, and he’s so fucking jealous.

Your third orgasm knocks the wind out of you and youre left clutching onto his thick forearms as you try to ground yourself.

Itto could only whine like a dog at the hot sight before him, unable to do anything other than watch.

He damn near came on the spot when you suddenly grabbed his cock with both your hands, unable to fully wrap your hands around his girth. His hips bucked up subconsciously, body yearning for something to breed.

“Itto..” your puffy, spit slicked lips slurred his name, innocent watery eyes staring up at him.

Fuck.. it’s not fair.. he just wants to have you now. His blood is burning in his veins.. he needs you so bad.

It was then that you reached into the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pretty crystal bottle.

He was too high on love and lust to be able to read the label.

“Wha’s that..?” He questioned you, head tilting cutely as he watched you pop the cork out.

You smiled at him, hand gingerly gliding up and down his length.

Touching his tip with your finger, you swirled it around his wet slit, eliciting a sweet groan from the big half oni, pulling away shortly after just to see the string of pre-cum still connecting you to him.

“I want you to feel good too..” Was your simple reply before pouring half the bottle on his throbbing cock, globs cascading down his flushed skin.

“G-gah-! S-so cold..!” Itto cringed, hips twitching at the sudden temperature change.

“Now..” you started, pouring what was left into the palm of your hand to smear it all along your inner thighs. It was messy.. you felt messy, and he looked messy with it dripping off his dick.

“Now you can fuck me.. or at least my thighs.” Laying back down on the bed on your back, thighs spread open and inviting, you giggled at his dumbstruck face.

Such a dummy.

Reaching down and gripping his cock, which jumped the second your hand touched it, you guided it between your legs, down down down until you could feel the weight of it against your pussy.

“Here..” You tightly squeezed your thighs together and he buckled over with the loudest, most salacious moan you’ve ever heard.

It was as if his body worked purely on instinct, he immediately started fucking your thighs.

The slick mess made such a wet shlick noise, and the air filled once again with your mewls and moans as his thick cock grinded down against your sensitive pussy lips and puffy clit.

He looked so completely dumb right now, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog, drool dribbling from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. All the poor man could manage to say was very choppy curse words, of which were completely outnumbered by the sheer amount of hearty groans he was letting out.

His large hands gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you still to use your thighs like a fleshlight.

“A-aaagnnn! Nnn! Mm! Hahhnnn.. ah!! F-fuah!! Ck..! Nghn!”

He looked so cute and so stupid - stupid in that way where all you can think about is the pleasure.

He needed this, Archons, he needed this! You feel so nice! He wished, fuck! He wish he was inside you right now!

Itto squeezed your thighs tighter together around himself, his soft, warm haven, so tight so tight so good! If this felt so good already.. he couldn’t even imagine how tight and gooey your pussy must be.

Fuck. He can feel it against himself! Feel your folds wrapping around his dick, mixing your cum and slick with his pre-cum and the lube.. so messy so sticky so gross! Fuck! So good!!

“Hgnnn!” A dumb smile etched itself on his face, the picture perfect ahegao face. His heart was hammering in his chest, he felt so delirious. The world was spinning and the only thing keeping him sane was the feeling of your thighs.

You, completely overstimulated, damn near crying, enjoyed the show before you, his cute cockhead kissing your upper tummy with every thrust.

It was almost too much.

All you could do is grip, claw, and pull at the ruined bedsheets as he used your thighs.

“Ah! Ahh! (Y/N)!! Mmm! C-cum..! G-gonna-!”

He couldnt even finish his sentence before his cock exploded, thick cum spurting from his tip, coating your belly and breasts, even getting a decent few globs on your flushed, sweaty face.

Still, he continued to breed your thighs, hard dick slowly softening as he rid out his high.

Finally, his hips stilled, eyes slipping shut as he fought to calm down, catching his breath.

When he reopened his eyes, he was met with your glare, “Y-you dumb oni..”

His gaze zeroed in on how you were covered with his seed, damn near looking like a glazed donut! He giggled to himself.

“Clean me up!” You whined out loud, not enjoying the feeling of your boyfriends cum dripping down your body.

“Yes, baby! Of course!”

Proud oni man who was filled with joy at seeing his partner all covered in his cum got up too fast on post orgasm jiggly legs and fell face first onto the floor.

#arataki x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #n/sfw #itto x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #uh #inspired by art i cant find anymore sjdjdj

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alovesreading · 1 year

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Constant Repeat Teaser

A/N: Well just as I promised, here is the teaser for Constant Repeat. This is my Alex Turner x OC (f) that I’ve been writing for quite a while now. I love this fic so much, it’s the first one I started to write (my little first born really, it’s my baby) and I truly cannot wait to finish it and share it with you all. Hope you like this little bit from Part 1, see you all soon!

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Ten minutes later, they had started filming. The sun wasn’t setting just yet, only just making its slow way down towards the water and she swore it was out of a painting. The four men were glowing under the sun's rays and it would be a lie to say they all didn’t look stunning.

They were called over to check the videos that had been captured and said it looked really good, so everyone sat down for a bit, waiting for the sun to set.

Ella was sat by the greenery that had made its way through a rock, splashes of yellow flowers on top, hoping the earthy warmth cured the way she was starting to shake from the wind.

“Are you alright?” the question made its way to her ears, words coated in a thick English accent.

An ‘oh’ left her lips when she looked up to find Alex Turner looking down at her, she cleared her throat. “Yeah, just a little bit cold,” she looked at the sea and then back up when she felt his gaze not leaving her, “Are you all enjoying the shoot?”

He sat down beside her on the massive rock, taking his hands out of the pockets of his jeans, “It’s been fun, yeah” he turned to look at her, he was a little bit taller than her when sitting down.

“Have you been to California before?” she hugged herself when a strong wind blew past her, she shouldn’t have trusted California weather and brought a jacket.

“We have a few times. This is the second time we’ve come to record though,” he was looking ahead, but didn’t miss the way she was shaking so he turned to her, “Do you wanna change places? I can block the wind from hitting you” and he was right, if he sat where she was, he could cover her from the wind hitting her left side.

She shook one last time before letting a pathetic “Yes, please” out, he just smiled at her and took her place. A few seconds must’ve gone by when a hard breeze flew by, their new seating arrangement working just as planned, “That’s better, thank you” she said blushing.

Taking a deep breath she continued, “Uhm… I hope you all are liking your stay here, ever-not-so-very-sunny-right-now California”

He chuckled at that, “It has been good to us, yeah”, they looked at each other and she just gave him a tiny nod.

She wasn’t sure what to do next so she just closed her mouth to not say something she might regret, not because it would be bad but because he intimidated her and she feared saying something dumb or embarrassing out of pressure.

So they sat there in silence, one that was surprisingly comfortable as if they were just two lifelong friends enjoying each other's company relishing the old days in their minds, staring out into the deep sea and admiring the reflection of the dying sun on it.

That was until Ben called her, she turned immediately and stood up quicker than she would’ve liked. She opened her mouth to say something to the man sitting down but nothing came out while she struggled to pick the right words in her mind. She settled for a “I’ll see you around”, she leaned down to get her clipboard, dusting off some sand from it and left with a quick pace.

Alex watched her leave, noticing how she listened thoughtfully at the directors and nodded every few seconds, her brows furrowed and writing down a few notes. Mindful of his staring, he fished for his cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans, taking one into his mouth and covering it with his hand while lighting it, due to the still strong wind going around. He blew a cloud of smoke into the air, head slightly tilted back, loving the way he relaxed instantly with just the first drag.

A few minutes must’ve gone by when he was almost done with his cigarette, noticing Ella going around talking to the crew, all of them setting up and getting ready to film. Matt came to where he was at, following the direction of his eyes and landing on Ella’s figure, he laughed a little and shook his head “Alright player, need I remind you you have a girlfriend?”.

Rolling his eyes, Alex settled for not entertaining the teasing, after years of friendship he knew better than that, “Shall we go where we’re supposed to be now?” He put out the last of his cigarette on top of the rock and threw it somewhere behind it.

“Yeah, we’re all ready” the drummer replied and he nodded. Calling the rest of the bandmates, they started walking towards the ocean.

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist!

#alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner x reader #alex #turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner drabble #alex turner blurb #Constant Repeat scoops

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smolsleepyfox · 7 months

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Girl with the Dog - "Big bad wolf in the shop" Video Transcript

[Video opens on the back porch of a house framed by high fences. There is a sign on the wall saying "Tessa Simonetti, dog groomer". It's sunny, and on the wooden porch, a gigantic red dog (?) is lying, relaxing in the sun. It has medium-length copper-coloured fur and broad shoulders, the ears are relaxed but turned slightly forward while its eyes are closed]

Voice-over: This massive beast is Milo.

[The scene changes into the hallway leading inside. The door opens to allow the wolf to come inside. The camera angle is at waist height, accentuating how massive the wolf is as he trots inside. He barely fits through the door, sniffing the environment briefly before the scene switches to the inside of the shop.]

Voice-over: A lot of you have been wondering if my tools could be used for lycanthropic fur and the answer is yes! But I'm aware it can be scary to come into a shop unprepared, so today I'll show you how I take care of a werewolf coat. Milo is a friend who has graciously volunteered his presence. Because of course, getting a full body massage is just such a sacrifice.

[They walk across the room towards a smaller enclosed area with walls far taller than the groomer. The wolf looks at it and gives the groomer a skeptical look.]

Groomer: I know, you're a big fluffy beast. [She pauses.] Sorry, I haven't had sapient clients in a while. [She laughs.]

[Milo walks into the shower but it's a tight squeeze. He rises on his hind legs and rests his front paws on the shower wall to make some space.]

Groomer: I guess that works.

[She warms up the water and begins to soak his coat. It turns a dark shade of red, but most of the water slides right off.]

Groomer: Werewolves tend to have very thick fur, and Milo's is unusually long for his species. You can tell it doesn't absorb water at all.

[She puts her entire hand into his coat and pulls out a fistful of cream-colored fur.]

Groomer: You're gonna blow up my shop later on I can tell. I wish I had the nozzle here but someone's too big for the bathtub.

[Milo looks down and makes a vague shrugging motion.]

[The groomer continues to soak his coat and starts rubbing in the shampoo.]

VO: Milo is a European, or more commonly called eldritch-type werewolf. As werewolves, they are in a human form most of the time. Or… mostly human at least. Unlike arcane werewolves, their bodies are actually different on an anatomical level.

[The camera focuses on the hind legs, which seem… odd. The overall anatomy is right but the proportions seem slightly off. The water also makes light strips of skin over his ankles appear.]

VO: During transformations, there is also a two-legged form most of you will be familiar with from books and movies, or as you can see, a fully lupine form.

A lot of you have asked if bathing is absolutely necessary. I usually don't groom dry for several reasons. For one thing, it's more hygienic, because you don't have all that dander flying around, and it's easier to clean. Bathing also gets the undercoat out more thoroughly. I'm bathing him today in Floof This! Deshedding Shampoo, because he's shedding like a beast and it will feel really good to get all of that out.

Groomer: Can you come down from there? I can't reach that far up.

[Milo considers her for a moment before sitting down in the shower. He's still very tall, but low enough for the groomer to reach his face. He flinches when the water goes over his head and bares his teeth for a moment.]

Groomer: I know, I know, it's no fun.

VO: One prerequisite to grooming is of course being in control of your wolf form. Milo is not about to start chewing on me, which is something I always need to take into consideration. While there are restraints that are cleared for this type of force, it's not something I do unless absolutely necessary.

Grooming is not really a requirement for old world werewolves, because there is a strong continuity between the wolf and human form, but it's still something that can be helpful. Physical transformations put a lot of stress on the body and it's common to have lasting soreness and later on develop arthritis and other joint pain.

[She finishes washing his face and cuts to a mountain of towels next to the shower.]

VO: After a thousand days and a thousand nights, the shower is done and Milo has increased my laundry by a factor of ten. The bad news is, he's too big for the table. The good news, I won't have to bend down too much.

[Milo lays down on the floor while she wipes up the massive amount of water on the ground. That done, the groomer begins running her hand through his fur from all angles, which he seems to enjoy. His eyes are closed for most of this.]

Groomer: So I'm checking for mats here. They're not super common, but it can happen if the fur got wet and then was left to air dry. Can you move?

[She tries to roll him over, unsuccessfully.]

Groomer: Please?

[Milo rolls over. When she begins checking his belly, his demeanor changes. He lifts his head and licks his lips, following her movements with his eyes.]

VO: It's very important to talk about boundaries and potential triggers before a groom, especially if you've never worked together before. Many are apprehensive about having their sanitary areas treated by a stranger and you can absolutely discuss your preferences beforehand. Physical and emotional trauma is unfortunately also exceedingly common, and even a completely rational wolf can snap. You can tell Milo is a bit nervous, but I know what to look out for, so I'm not worried about getting my face ripped off. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this.

[She finishes checking him and shakes wet fur from her hands.]

Groomer: This would be easier if you could talk.

Milo (in a strained, horrifying approximation of speech): You'd think so.

[The groomer freezes. Milo grins and licks his snout, visibly pleased with the reaction.]

Groomer: Oh-kay. Wow.

VO: I considered using a happy hoodie, but there was a bit of a capacity problem, so Milo will have to do without. I put on my beekeeper's hat, and now I'll leave you to enjoy this epic furnado.

[Happy instrumental music. Milo is still alert while she dries his belly but relaxes when she moves on to his back. He doesn't doze exactly but lays his head on his legs and relaxes. There is cream-colored fur flying everywhere, to the point of coating the camera lense. Milo sneezes when fur gets stuck to his nose.]

VO: After another one thousand years, Milo is finally dry. I am using the NyoomGroom today. Wolf fur is fairly rough, especially compared to other canines of a similar coat length, and this is the best tool I've found to remove undercoat without causing unnecessary pulling.

That doesn't mean no pulling though and the king makes sure to voice his displeasure.

[The brush removes even more fur, even though his coat doesn't seem to thin either way. The groomer's hand exposes scarring hidden under the coat. Milo grows quietly when she gets close to his ears. When she ignores him, he growls louder. Ignored again, he finally snaps at her, his teeth closing loudly next to her hand. It's clear he could have gotten her if he wanted to.]

Groomer: Okay, okay, I'm sorry!

VO: That's what happens when you don't listen. I switched to the AquiGroomer for the rest of the brushing, and Milo was much happier.

[More brushing, though she leaves out his ears. Milo observes her carefully either way, also while she brushes the shorter fur on his legs.]

VO: There were no mats today, but it still took me seven years to brush him, and another seven to clean it up. Look at that mountain of fur.

[Shot of a pile of light fur, about the size of a Golden Retriever.]

VO: His Majesty was kind enough to stand so I could complete his paws. He did not want a nail trim today, which was a relief for my hands.

[Change of angle, Milo has sat up, lifting his paw for the groomer to shave out his paw pads. His paw flexes, extending his claws as if she's tickling him. He yawns again, this time a stress yawn.]

Groomer: We're nearly done.

VO: I am spraying him down in Spring Forest cologne, and after a staggering six and a half hours, Milo is finished and looking fantastic.

[Shot of Milo trotting out into the garden, clearly making sure to look as impressive as possible.]

VO: Thank you for watching, and I hope you enjoyed the marvelous Milo.

#I've been slightly obsessed with girl with the dogs. i bet she could deal with a werewolf #foxy speaks #girl with the dogs #my wolf boys #writers on tumblr

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zutraeumen · 2 years

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Materialistic Seduction

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev. Mortal Kombat belongs to its respectful owners.

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Materialistic Seduction [+18]

"Do you think this looks better than the mustard one?"

Sonya asked you as you turned around to give your opinion on another dress your friend tried on. For what occasion one might ask? Well, answer that for yourself- just kidding. Johnny had asked Sonya to be his date for the premiere of his new film, and Sonya (not surprisingly) had no suitable dress in her closet. Not for a red-carpet event at least.

Hell, you didn't possess one either, so who were you to judge?

As a true best friend should, Sonya had asked for your help, and you, as a best friend should, didn't even hesitate to accompany her on a trip to the mall. You saw no harm in helping out, to be another pair of eyes here for you to find the best fit.

Only then did you realize just how bad of an idea taking you was.

You had literally never bought a dress for yourself IN YOUR LIFE! How were you to know what colours would match your best friend?!

"It does, but I have a feeling something blue would make your hair stand out more. Hmm..." trailing off, you perused the different articles, acting as if you had any real idea of what specifically you were looking for.

Admit it, you were just trying to sound a bit helpful even though you were doing most of the research on the spot. Behind your friend's back while the blonde was changing, googling as a woman possessed for articles that gave you an incentive on what colours to look out for.

Elder Gods, your inner woman felt pathetic.

Okay, enough self-pity, get over yourself, this shouldn't be that hard! Just turn on your brain and make logical connections!

You stood by your belief that a turquoise blue would most brilliantly stand out against Sonya's blond tress and matching blue eyes. Plain was off the table, it HAD to be something glamorous so it matched with her date's personality as much as it would shock him once he would lay eyes on her. You were convinced that with Sonya's level of confidence and sculpted body, she had what it took to rock any dress.

Your mind was running seven miles per hour at this point as you searched for a worthy candidate for what you had envisioned and- OH MY GOD THAT DRESS THERE WAS PERFECT!

It didn't take much for you to imagine your best friend in this piece of art. With gentle fingers, you took it off its hanger and presented it to the Commander.

"This Sonya, trust me, this is the one we've been looking for."

You tell her, sounding positively captivated by your choice, your friend noted discreetly as Sonya made her way to the changing room. She emerged after a short amount of time, slowly falling in love with the magnificent piece herself as you stood by her side against the massive mirror.

"[Y/N], I have to say, you might be right. It does look kinda good on me."

Your head almost unscrew itself from your spine so fast did you turn to your friend, unbelieving of what you were hearing, "Kinda?! Girl, don't tell me no bullshit, you look positively ravishing! Johnny's jaw will be hanging on the floor for the rest of the evening, you'll see!"

Sonya simply stood still as your verbal charade ended, arms crossed and one brow raised, questioning.

"Is that tone I am hearing, soldier?"

"Noooooo, but seriously, if I were Johnny, I wouldn't hesitate to jump your bones."

"Like those guys sending you bedroom eyes at the gym?" She retorted and a frown settled on your determined face before it morphed into disgust. You said it before, you didn't appreciate any other eyes on you than Raiden's.

"Ew, no, I pass."

"Thought so, not when you have caught yourself a god."

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Thoroughly shocked, with words caught in your throat, you made an incomprehensible indignant sound to fill the space with your confusion. A furious blush has taken over your face while you sputtered questions along the lines of 'How', 'Why' and 'When'.

Sonya, with a soft quirk of lips, supplied, "You didn't think I wouldn't notice my best friend suddenly disappearing with the Thunder God in the middle of the dancefloor?"

"Uhm, yes?" You reply, trying not to act too guilty about being caught red-handed by your best friend, who should have been the first to know.

"You are right, I didn't make the connection at first. Johnny told me."

Now you were sheepish and embarrassed in equal measure. How did a harmless conversation turn this uncomfortable? Well, someone outing your secret and then being confronted about it wasn't going to be pleasant for anyone, but alas, you were at fault for not sharing.

You only hoped your bestie would understand why you had kept it from her.

Disapproving, you shook your head, muttering a 'Fucking snitch!' under your breath. Sonya couldn't help but laugh at what you said. You looked into her eyes and then let them drop.

"I am sorry for not telling you. You must angry at me."

Gowns and events forgotten, Sonya put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "You don't have to be and anyways, would I have asked for your help if I were truly mad at you?"

Most likely not, you nodded knowingly at her, beyond thankful that your little secret hadn't created a rift in your friendship.

"Does he make you happy?"

There wasn't any need to answer as the gratifying smile that broke out on your lips showed your friend the true extent of happiness your boyfriend - Sonya never thought she would come to associate the stoic Thunder God with that word - caused by simply being your significant other.

"Anyways, let's wrap things up here so we can grab a cuppa, don't you say?"

Glad to shrug off the tension, the idea of a hot cup of sweet tea sounded appealing, "Sounds good to me."

And after a quick visit to the cashier, Sonya's purse felt lighter than before as the two of you enjoyed your warm beverages with a dose of light-hearted small talk. Although you could tell that your best friend became curious pertaining to the details of your romantic liaison with Raiden.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

The air felt light around you two, having achieved all that you came to the shopping centre for. The day seemed to be concluded, you figured as Sonya finished her coffee, and you would soon part ways amicably.

That was how you thought it would play out.

Sonya had other ideas. Terrible ideas. Why in the Elder Gods were you going into a fancy lingerie shop?

Let me rephrase that.

WHY THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING OVER SEXY UNDERWEAR?!

"Umm, Sonya?" You waited for her gaze to settle on you, "What are we doing here?"

"Spicing things up for you."

Confused, you asked, "Why?"

"For the bedroom."

Offended, you asked again with a slight shrill in your tone, "WHY?"

"Dunno. We can't call it a shopping trip if only I get to buy something. We have to get you something too!"

"But why lingerie?!" You hissed through gritted teeth.

"Because you need it!"

"Do not!"

"You do!"

"DO NOT!"

"Oh for Christ's sake [Y/N], you're running around in sports bras long enough! Just imagine the face Raiden will make once he sees you in one of those. You will have him salivating like a dog."

This wasn't how you imagined him to react at all, he wasn't some prude after all. But the intensity with which he would look upon you, you could picture in your mind. With relative ease, you could see the last tethers of his self-control snapping within seconds before he would strike and ravage your alluring body to new heights.

The thought made you impossibly aroused, and say what it may about you, that was all it took for you to follow through with Sonya's idea.

So this was how you ultimately ended up posing in front of your bathroom mirror a few hours later, in nothing but your freshly bought underwear; a matching chemise discarded on the toilet lid. After one last contemplating glance at your reflection, you splashed your face with water for refreshment and jumped into bed.

Though with no intention to sleep as you waited for the return of your Thunder God.

Raiden came to you sooner than you expected, and you nervously adjusted your position to look as seductive as possible. You know, like those playboy models that some boys in your high school seemed to hinge on during the breaks.

But the fantasies and possible scenarios kept you wanting and desperate. More than you ever have been.

Your heart picked up as you heard the bedroom door open, rusty hinges squeaking with the movement (you'd have to oil them soon). The darkness of the room hid your nervous silhouette. A short silence followed that had your body itching in anticipation and impatience, close to being unbearable when a rustle of cloth permeated the room's silence.

Raiden was taking his clothes off, you could tell, and none the sooner you felt your mattress dip with his weight. Any time soon, he would notice and confront you about it, only...

He did nothing. Simply continued to lie on his side of the bed. Feeling lost, your mind ran on overtime as you drummed over other solutions to your small problem. Perhaps you weren't as straightforward with your intent as you imagined.

In an attempt to catch his attention without blowing your cover, you shuffled closer with some made-up noises. Once you were skin-to-skin, enough to invite him to touch you and discover his surprise, now you were positively thrumming energy.

Yet it still amounted to nothing, no reaction at all, and even your sexual drive slowly receded with the lack of interest. It left you disappointed in him and most importantly, yourself, as you couldn't have failed more spectacularly than this.

With that in mind, you disregarded any possible option of continuing and prepared yourself for a frustrated attempt at falling asleep. In the end, you did somehow end up falling asleep but you don't even remember how long it took you as you found yourself slowly awakening within the next moment.

Not to the morning light shining through the gasp of your drapes.

Not to the hooting of cars in a faraway street.

Not even the barking of that Rottweiler your neighbours kept walking in the morning hours.

It was a tender sensation, not quite like a touch, but soft to be misjudged as one. A faint humming gave the atmosphere a warmth that made a smile blossom on your face. If only every morning with Raiden could be like this. Warm and sweet, like a fine tea to get rid of residual sleepiness.

Raiden had other ideas though, once his eyes drank the utterly sensual sight of you. The silky sheets pooled messily around as you rested on your side, away from him, with a pillow tucked underneath your head. You embodied the epitome of peace. It was, however, not the only thing he noticed in his visual venture.

He had never seen you in such revealing clothing before and he particularly liked the light blue chemise that looked, against the few rays of gold, like a holy veil. And your body an altar to be worshipped. In that case, he would gladly adhere to the role of a devoted believer.

However, your innocence certainly conjured the most sinful ideas in his imagination. Devoid of ill intent, but full of lust and desire. The images came to him easily, seamlessly transitioning and overlapping into a vision so pleasurable, he got hard in no time.

About how he could take you. How he could elicit in you the greatest heights of ecstasy. In different positions. Through different touches. Through...

At first, it had him taken back. Fantasizing was an entirely new thing for his virtuous self after all and for a second, he reprimanded himself. That he shouldn't be thinking of you with such depraved thoughts. Especially not while you were SLEEPING! But you had a way of sweeping away the very foundations his being stood on.

And this time was no different.

He decided, in a valiant effort to calm down, to listen to your periodic huffs of small breaths. His mind wouldn't pounce on that, surely. But it did, viciously, as he thought about how it sped up during your shared passion and he resisted the urge to grind his aching need into the sheets, or worse, you.

He would have no words for his actions if you woke up to him rutting against you like some sort of animal, not the dignified individual that he presumed himself to be.

How could he want you this strongly by only gazing at you? By this point, he was getting desperate for you. For your warmth. For the way you sometimes whispered his name lewdly into his ear, or screamed it when Raiden brought you to peak-

"Hmm... Raiden?" you called out sleepily, a lilt of confusion to your small voice that had him repressing his befuddled state even more. But a roaring fire once stoked, could hardly be put out by the wind. It only served to enhance the frenzied flame that churned inside of him.

He wanted to greet you into waking up to a new day, but he feared his voice would give him away, if his inappropriate actions haven't already.

The god's silence gave your time to sober up a bit. The sleep-induced grogginess gradually faded with the realization of space and time. It was morning, not too early but not yet noon as well. You felt rested, despite the disappointment from yesterday.

However, as you turned to catch a glance of Raiden, you realized something was wrong. He was frowning, like when he was in deep thought, but it looked as if he was particularly conflicted this time around.

It couldn't have been of the positive kind, as his body appeared tense, muscles tightened like a bowstring, "Honey, talk to me, what's wrong?"

His eyes flickered to yours hurriedly, as if he was deliberately concentrating on anything that wasn't you. That was when you saw just how much they had darkened, glazed over with unbridled desire, and the sight alone debauched you in ways only your Thunder God could.

Unlike other times though, you had no intentions of giving in easily this time. You'd act cross with him since he had, unknowingly mind you, denied you release yesterday. Sly wasn't a trait one would associate with you in any concept, but that was before Raiden became part of your life, and before you experienced the infuriating feeling of sexual frustration.

Teasingly, you ran a hand across his feverish skin, and as expected, it elicited a violent shudder from your lover, "Gods, Raiden, you are shivering! Should I get you something to warm up?"

At loss for words as he seemed, a simple 'no' made it out of his orifice. You yourself had no words to describe the empowerment you felt, but you would indulge in such depraved thoughts once you were done with your mission.

Feigning the notion of not knowing better, you continued with your charade of concern, "Should I fetch you another blanket or? Oh, tea! Right! I'll go and make you some oolong tea. That will surely warm you up!"

Just as you were about to let him be on his own, a sturdy arm came around your mind, momentarily robbing your breath due to its force as Raiden brought you to himself. Your instincts tingled with danger as you felt him exhale against the shell of your ear.

"I... I need you."

Gosh, you might as well have died right there, right now. You could swear his baritone had never dropped this low. Coupled with those sensuous syllables dripping from his mouth like fine silk, well, it left the empty walls of your channel to clench around nothing. He had you right back to where you were yesterday, and from this standpoint, it seemed that what you had in mind seemed far crueller than initially thought.

But you would not let him have his way quite yet, as sorely tempted as you were.

Like a cat that got the cream, you cooed with barely constrained amusement.

"Are you running a fever as well, my dear?"

A hand of yours, tingling with residual needles, swept across the smooth skin of his forehead to find it absolutely packed with heat (as if you weren't burning up from the inside out). You were curious to see how far you could push him with this. If you could manage to coax out his rougher - no, hmmm, how should you put his - primal? - side of him.

You simply wanted him to explore those intimate parts of himself that he had yet to discover.

"Nay, my love! I-"

Taking his hesitation into an advantage, you rushed out of his embrace to saunter off into the kitchen like a feline that got her way, with a pronounced sway to your hips, enticing him further. Fighting to keep the Cheshire grin off your face, the hungry gaze of his would have pulled you back to him like a string.

Once you have passed the door and out of sight, your palm moved to your heart almost immediately, overwhelmed and unbelievably shaky. You actually pulled that off! With your timid nature no less! Willpower next to none!

It was hugely out of character, ESPECIALLY for someone like you, who most jerks would call a good girl. Complaisant and obedient. But your actions spoke louder than words. Denying him once inspired some braver parts of you to poke the dragon doubtlessly hidden inside of him.

Whether you would come to regret it was up to the upcoming minutes.

Although seriously speaking, the god would have to approach with some unconventional tastes to truly scare you off. But you were confident that wasn't to be the case with him. You simply didn't peg him as an overly kinky guy.

Lost in your musing, the lurking giant behind you totally escaped your notice until you felt him against your diminutive frame, touch scorching as he, with all the time in the world, caressed your curves as one would touch something delicate.

And indeed, for him, that was the bottom line of words that were worthy enough of your person. Sometimes he wished to study more words to bequeath you with, for he feared that he had already exhausted every vocable there was, and it felt shortcoming. A shame it may be, the Thunder God preferred to be a man of actions than words, he felt most strongly compelled to do such when all coherency has fled his mind. Which, often not, happened the moment you injected him with desire.

A craving which, the longer your romantic relationship went on, became more defined and pronounced to a point where the god had fewer inhibitions in expressing yearnings that his responsibility to Earthrealm prevented from being realized before.

With the shackles that he so willingly imposed on himself, there was no remedy from their weight before you entered the picture. In truth, he hadn't been all that aware of it. How much depended on him. In the midst of all of that, the importance of free time never crossed his mind.

There wasn't really much to him as a person other than his onus. On some days, he liked to entertain the idea that he might have been born BECAUSE of this purpose. Consider it his own little pep talk for the harder days.

He thought that was part of being a God.

But you showed him that was no at all there was to it.

Alas, were he of clear mind, he might have waxed poetry the likes of the greatest poets of human history. That privilege, however, Raiden would leave for another day when your pliable body wasn't giving him ideas that would make the devil blush.

And he had every intention of going through it... only with your consent.

"My love," he rumbled so deliciously into your ear, "my goddess, let me adore you."

You gulped as you felt his member prodding against your lace panties, hell might have felt cooler than your core. His words quickly chased any form of teasing you might have planned. The poor tea was discarded and forgotten in an instant.

Rationality was exchanged for the unbearable ache for him. A wildfire was sparked between the two of you and your arm reached behind you, to tangle your fingers into his uncombed hair, inching his head closer to the neck that you have craned in response to his desire. Following his lust, he wasted no time skimming his velvety lips against the exposed patch of skin; it smelled like vanilla (or so his nose tried to convince him) and it made him bury his nose into you with greater fervour.

The open-mouthed kisses meant to devour you had you lapping for breath, leaving you with a feeling of being drowned, and yet not. His passion was difficult to put into words, but you felt how it challenged you to match it, mirrored by the way you tightened your grip on his strands. He growled against you and a girlish yelp left you as he spun you around to effortlessly lift you onto the kitchen counter. A fleeting image of this one time when he had tried to make you something to eat flitted through your mind, how adorably sweet he had been caked in flour.

Now it had become a stage that resembled another porn video. Cooking, from this point on, would become rather interesting after the two of you were done.

Fuck, look at him! What a sight he makes!

Positively BURNING for you. Thrumming with sexual tension that was about to explode into something so mind-boggling that you almost couldn't contain your excitement. Gone were those days were such activities scared the hell out of you. It was so easy to give yourself over to him without a second thought. To fall into him, figuratively speaking.

His presence resonated a signal of security, inviting and welcoming anything and everything. You have never felt such with any other person of the other sex and it liberated you in your actions immensely. There was a tightening sensation in your chest, a sort of vigorous tingling with each touch of your lover, so positively possessed to be part of your very being by the way he latched himself to you.

You never needed anyone so much as him at this moment, and it didn't terrify you to act on your desire.

"Damn, t-touch me, Raiden. I need to feel you."

You never heard yourself beg for something this desperately, and blushed at how it sounded to your own ears. You would have cared, but the god's hands were already working on unwrapping you from the set of lingerie you had bought yesterday specifically for him. Sonya's idea appeared so brilliant to you now, that some part of you regretted fighting against it in the first place.

The god's mind was bereft of words as he took a moment to gaze at your form, gloriously naked and within range for him to revere. Focused on fulfilling his word of practising worship upon your body. He made you the centre of his universe, and his intentions were clear when he spread your legs - when did he take off your panties? - and got on his knees, levelling his head with your dripping folds. His eyes could have burnt another hole in you by their vehemence and most surprisingly, there was no urge for you to close your legs out of shyness.

You felt POWERFUL, to have a literal god on his knees for you. Despite his masculinity that screamed dominance in this instance, you felt like the one who held the reins, so you arched your back a little and further opened those hips for him. A look flashed between the two of you as you offered your most intimate parts to the Thunder God. There would have to be found a new word to describe the level of wetness you achieved when he lowered his face to your crotch.

You couldn't help but hyperfocus on his lips, and he couldn't look away from your petals, surrounded by a soft patch of hair. There was a bit of a warm, coiled tension, your muscles started to tense up in anticipation, expressed in the way you let out a shuddering moan once his lips made first contact.

"Oh my God, Raiden."

You were thankful that although you were both heavily drunk on longing, he didn't dip his feet too deep into the uncharted waters, and paused at times you needed him to. He began with kisses and licks that did a wonderful job of letting you adjust while also prepping you for the next steps. You prayed he would discover that he could use his tongue on his own because you mistrusted your ability to create any semblance of a sentence-

Oh! He did!

And it told you exactly what you've been missing out on. The sensation of an active, slippery tongue was foreign to your groin. It felt gratifying in the most unexpected ways, soothing an annoying itch you had since you felt his rod pushing against your rump. It was a different kind of penetration, not as invasive or linear. By the time you grew fairly accustomed to this squishy feeling, waves overlapping waves started building somewhere in your belly, the heat impacted you as much as his member would, but what really stood apart was the phenomenal texture and the way it inquisitively searched out every untouched nook and cranny of your channel. It was a good thing you showered before going to sleep.

The god in return, fuelled by basic instincts and youthful energy, intrinsically concentrated on his strenuous efforts as much as he tried to catalogue the new territory he had read about while doing research. The outer labia were plump and soft. He noticed as you become more and more aroused, the inner labia became engorged, wet, warm, and smooth to the tongue and lips.

They felt incredibly soft and squishy as the god alternated between kissing and licking, and he couldn't help but gently suck on them occasionally as well - you responded stronger to that. The pubic hair pleasantly rubbed on his cheeks, enriched by the rapturous smell he had yet to decipher. The vaginal opening had smooth, rounded edges that Raiden could feel with his tongue once he slipped it inside you as deep as it can reach. In and out, faster then slower, he could feel the slippery vaginal walls firmly around his muscle, beginning to constrict.

It happened instinctively, that you arched your back in response to a particularly precise stroke of his tongue, that you almost slipped off the kitchen counter weren't it for Raiden hefting his strong arms around your twitching thighs. Scrambling for purchase, which you found in his hair, sounds of delight freely flowed through your gaping mouth as he ate you out like a man starved. He also occasionally responded with a grunt or muffled groan that vibrated oh-so-deliciously against your sensitive skin.

Drunk on your pleasure, enraptured by your musky scent and most of all, ravenous for your marvellous taste. He gulped the cocktail of hormones, this nectar of life as if it were his sole purpose. Completely oblivious to his own mounting pressure on his purposefully neglected member. It was as he had exclaimed many times before - your pleasure was his pleasure.

The unabated truth came, you were close. Very, very close to finishing. Breath laboured despite not doing anything than grinding wantonly against his face, you miraculously chanced a glance at your lover and found him staring right back... and that had done it for you. His head between your legs, eyes deliberately keeping eye-control on your unravelled form would sear its way into your memory.

His name echoed in your ears even after you tried to collect yourself. Recovery was a slow process. A pleasant haze dizzied your vision as your breath eventually evened out. Any perception of time eluded you, but the buzz in your bones did not. Boneless, would describe it better.

"Raiden, honey," you started after regaining some sense, "that was absolutely amazing!"

When he didn't answer you, concern made its treacherous return to your mind. Had something happened during your climax?

Pushing your hunched upper body forward, you narrowed your eyes enough to analyze the state he was in, and within seconds you came to the sudden realization that it wasn't only you who had achieved completion.

You had come together.

Raiden servicing you was enough for him to get off with you. Would you possess an ego, it would have been on the roof by now. But being frugal suited you better, and you savoured the sight of his handsome face, from the nose down, soaked with a combination of your release and his own saliva while stroking his shambolic long hair.

That was one heck of a morning.

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